The Adventures of Silverclaw

Chapter 3 Taming silverclaw

“She is all yours,” Juarez said. “And you are welcome to her. Little bitch almost cost me my head.”

Lupe slump was dumped unceremoniously to the ground. Seemingly unnerved by the attack of the Chinamara, Juarez had driven non-stop until he reached the drug lord’s camp. During most of that time Lupe had been unconscious. Juarez had not felt confident of keeping an eye one her for the entire distance and so he had injected her with a powerful tranquillizer. She had slept for almost the entire trip.

Marcos stared at the pathetic huddled form of the semi-conscious girl. “I paid you 100 grand for her?”

“She’s more dangerous than she looks,” replied Juarez. “Try taking off the collar and see what happens when she wakes up.”

“I’ll do just that,” Marcos said. “You’re not getting paid until I see that she is the genuine article. I ask you to capture Silverclaw and you bring me some naked schoolgirl.”

“Schoolgirl?” Juarez asked. “Have you taken a good look at her? She’s got a body like a Greek goddess.”

“She has at that,” agreed Marcos. “Perhaps she might provide some interesting entertainment, but she doesn’t look much like a superheroine.”

“Look at that silver colouring,” said Juarez. “Does that look normal?”

“Why don’t we put her in the cage?” suggested Alvarez. “She’s not likely to escape from there.”

“Do it,” Marcos agreed. “But take off the collar. I want to see if this really is Silverclaw.”

“Sure thing,” Juarez agreed, “but this cage of yours better be very secure.”

Lupe came out of her drugged sleep. He mouth was incredibly dry and her senses were dulled. It took her a few minutes to orient herself. She saw that she was in a heavily barred enclosure that was backed up by heavy page wire fencing. Even in her smallest form she would have found it impossible to squeeze through the narrow openings. Trapped, she could do nothing but await the mercy of her captors. She found the food and water that had been left in the cage with her and drank greedily. She also ate what she could of the food. Her appetite was somewhat depressed. Evidently Juarez had carried out his mission without further violating her. She was in the camp of the drug lord Juan Marcos. It was imperative that she find a way to escape as quickly as possible.

How best to tackle the problem? She sat back on her haunches and studied the cage. The bars were too heavy for her to break and the spaces between the wire too small to squeeze through; at least not in any of the animal forms she had mastered. But perhaps there was a way. She would wait until night and then try.

It was time. Lupe focused her energy. She would need all of her strength for this transformation. Her mind concentrated on the shape she wanted and then she began to transform. Slowly her body began to grow and change, assuming the monkey form. But it was a size much larger than she had ever attempted before. Drawing on her powers she increased her body mass until the creature she created filled half the cage. Now she was ready. Reaching out she seized the page wire and ripped it like paper, stripping it away from the enclosing bars. Then she seized the bars, and exerting all her strength, bent them slowly apart. In a few seconds she had a gap large enough to admit her body. She stepped through into the night. She was free!

Sudden light blinded her as a dozen searchlights flashed on. For an instant she froze and that in that instant she lost her freedom. A tranquillizer dart struck her thigh. The sudden pain jerked her into action. With a powerful thrust of her legs she launched herself away from the light, toward the edge of the camp. She was halfway to the trees, covering the ground in huge thirty foot leaps when the drug took effect. She landed and her legs buckled beneath her. Desperately she tried to scramble to her feet, but the paralyzing effect of the powerful sedative spread through her body. With a gasp she collapsed to the ground.

Marcos watched in amazement as the huge simian slowly dissolved, changing before his eyes into that of the young girl her had imprisoned. Juarez had not been lying.

“Well.” asked the poacher. “Are you convinced now?”

“Pay him,” Marcos said to Alvarez. “Bring the girl to my headquarters.”

Marcos lay the girl on the bed. She was incredibly beautiful as Juarez had said. And now that he was certain of who she was he was going to enjoy humiliating her. Anyone who crossed him must be publicly punished. He wanted his mean and his enemies to have no illusions as to what would happen to those who dared to defy him. First, however, he had to prepare her.

A three percent solution would do to start. She wasn’t very big. He certainly didn’t want to kill her. He would up the dose a bit at a time. A week or so should do it. Then she would be his to treat any way he chose.

Lupe’s body was covered in sweat. Marcos was late with her fix. This had never happened before, although she had always expected it might. What other reason could the vile drug lord have had in addicting her to heroin other than to completely control her? And this was probably the start. He would show up with the drug soon enough, and when he did, he would almost certainly want something. It didn’t take much imagination to figure out what and the thought twisted her guts every time she thought about it.

She was comfortable enough. Marcos had not treated her badly so far. He had imprisoned her in his own quarters after injecting her with heroin while keeping her drugged for a week straight. When he had finally let her wake up she had become hopelessly tied to the narcotic. There was no need to keep her under heavy guard. She couldn’t go without the drug for more that a few hours without being subjected to terrible cravings. And Marcos’ HQ was pretty secure anyway. The drug lord had a paranoid fear of assassination. The entire building was lined with steel. Getting in was almost impossible. Getting out, even if she was able to transform would be just a difficult.

But there was little chance of her being able to transform. The drugs in her bloodstream somehow set up some sort of block. She was stuck in her human incarnation, unable to call on her mystic abilities to take the shape of one of her familiars. She could do nothing but wait to see what Marcos had planned for her.

She was in full costume. That is, Marcos had restored her Silverclaw outfit, complete with her silver ornaments. It left her feeling terribly vulnerable, as she was half naked. She had never intended that anyone see it close up, but then she had never expected to be taken prisoner and subjected to cruel ignominy either.

The room she was in made her quite apprehensive. At first glance it appeared to be an ordinary bedroom. But closer inspection showed that Marcos had made some special alterations to it. A large four-poster bed dominated the room. Above it was an exposed beam and screwed into the beam was a large metal hook. Suspended from the hook was a chain attached to a metal trapeze. Although Lupe had never witnessed any bondage, her imagination was able to supply the details of what the equipment was intended for.

She began to pant. It was really getting bad. Where was Marcos? She was really hurting now. She had to have her fix. She went to the door, knowing that it was locked. Perhaps if she screamed he would come. More likely it would probably be useless. The reinforced walls would probably deaden any noise she could make. She screamed anyway.

Marcos could hear the heroine long before he opened the soundproof door. “How long has she been making that noise?” he asked the man guarding his quarters.

“About half an hour,” the man replied. “It might be a bit of a mess in there. Sounds like she was also throwing things.” The man grinned.

Marcos did not return the smile. He pushed open the door. Almost immediately the heroine was on top of him. But she was not anyone he needed to fear.

“You’re late,” the dark-eyed girl said. “I need my fix. Please, you’ve got to give it to me.” She was trembling with the agony of her withdrawal symptoms.

God she was beautiful. Although small, she was perfectly formed with an exquisite body and beautifully formed breasts. The dark nipples just begged to be sucked. He could barely contain himself, and it appeared that his victim was finally ready. Reaching into his pocket her took out the small vial of heroine and held it up where she could see it. “You want this?” he asked.

“Oh God, please yes.” The heroine appeared frantic. Marcos noted that quite a few objects in his quarters including lamps and vases appeared to have been thrown against the wall.

“I think you’re going to have to take better care of my things,” said Marcos, deliberately ignoring the shaken heroine as he surveyed the damage.

“I know,” the heroine replied, “but you were late. I lost control. I’m sorry. Please give me the fix.”

“Alright,” said Marcos, but the free fixes are over. You’re going to have to earn this one.”

“What do you want me to do?” Lupe gasped. She was desperate for the contents of the little vial. She would do anything to get it.

Marcos took out a clean needle. “I’m going to give you a three percent solution,” he said. “If you perform well, I give you the rest of it.”

“Three percent? That’s not enough. I need more than that.”

“I’ll decide how much you get,” Marcos replied. “Just get your vein ready. And remember what I said. This time you’ve got to earn it.”

Lupe immediately bound her arm, as Marcos prepared the injection. By the time the syringe was primed she had a vein ready to go.

Marcos jabbed the needle into the heroine’s arm. Immediately he noted the slight glazing of her eyes as the drug coursed through her veins, and then she appeared to return to normal. The weak solution wouldn’t last long, but it would allow her to function normally for as long as it took to satisfy him.

“Now,” Marcos said. “It is time for you to do something for me.” Slowly he unzipped his pants.

“Please don’t make me do this,” she begged. She knew that eventually the brutal drug lord would ask something of her, but she dreaded becoming his sex slave. She had seen what became of women forced to prostitute themselves in order to feed their drug habit. To become one of them would be her worst nightmare.

“Do it, bitch,” Marcos replied. “Do it or I’ll tie you to the bed and let you scream for a few hours before I give you your next fix.”

Lupe was shaking as she went to her knees. She had to do what Marcos wanted. The small amount of drug her had given her would soon wear off. She needed all of it and she needed it badly. She went to her knees in front of him.

“That’s it, girl.” Marcos said. “Apparently you’ve had some training in this.” He smiled. He knew that the girl was a virgin, having taken the opportunity to examine her while she was unconscious. But evidently she knew something about sucking cock.

His stiffening member was now exposed. Lupe saw that it was not as big as the one Juarez had made her suck, but that hardly mattered. What she was being forced to do was humiliating in the extreme. But Marcos had her totally within his power. She reached out and took the rigid member in her hand.

Marcos moaned. “That’s it, baby,” he said, as Lupe’s fingers caressed the rigid shaft. “Now suck it.”

Pursing her lips obediently, Lupe started to swallow Marcos’ engorged member. “Ah, you gorgeous little bitch,” Marcos groaned. “Your lips are like velvet.” He pulled her head toward him, and holding her fast began to thrust in and out of her mouth, moaning in pleasure with each stroke. Finally with a gasp, he ejaculated pulling out so that his sperm could spurt over Lupe’s face and body.

Humiliated, Lupe bowed her head. Marcos stepped away from her. “Alright, clean yourself up. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

A few hours! “Wait,” Lupe pleaded. “Don’t go. You haven’t given me enough of a fix. I won’t last.”

“You’ll last,” grinned Marcos. “I fact when I come back you’ll be perfect.” Without waiting for a reply he left the room. Lupe heard the door being locked and then she was alone.

She was shaking uncontrollably buy the time her returned. She had done as Marcos had ordered and washed the stink of his ejaculation from her body, but by the time he returned her satin skin glistened with sweat. “You were gone too long,” she scolded. “You know I couldn’t last that long.” Her voice trembled as she spoke.

Without replying, Marcos walked slowly over to her. The blow that struck her face was completely unexpected. He had never hit her before, always relying on the drug to control her. She was knocked halfway across the room.

“Is that the way you greet you master? Get on your knees and ask forgiveness.”

Her face throbbing from the force of the blow, Lupe dragged herself into a sitting position. She was shaking both from the violence of the attack and from the agony of the

Withdrawal from the drug. “Please master,” she quavered, almost sobbing. “Please forgive me. I won’t do it again. Please, master; it was the drug. I need my fix.”

“That’s better. Now remove your clothing.”

Lupe removed her loincloth and stood completely naked before Marcos. The drug lord towered over her petite frame. He licked his lips as his eyes swept over her perfectly formed body, coming to rest on the small dark triangle between her thighs.

“I want you shaved,” Marcos said. “Get me my razor and some shaving cream.”

Please,” Lupe begged, almost sobbing with the pain of withdrawal. “Please could I have my fix now?”

“You were given an order,” Marcos shouted. “I expect it to be obeyed at once.”

“Yes, master,” Lupe gasped. Her body shaking, she headed for the bathroom.

It took every bit of self-control to lie still while Marcos shaved her. It was not fear of the razor, but the agony of withdrawal that made her tremble. Somehow she managed to keep still enough that he did not nick her delicate skin. But when he finished she was almost frantic with the need for the drug. Her body covered with sweat, and shaking with torment, she went down on her knees before him.

“Please master, the fix. I need the fix.” She was almost sobbing as be begged him for the drug.

“You will get your fix when you have properly served me. Now it is time for me to relieve you of the burden of your virginity,” Marcos said.

Marcos moved to the bed. The act of shaving the brown-skinned girl had given him a huge erection. He could barely walk. Quickly he began to strip off his clothes.

Lupe watched, her huge dark eyes wide with fright. She could barely control her trembling body. If she didn’t get a fix quickly she was certain she would go into convulsions.

“Now, slave,” Marcos said. “I want you here now.” He was lying on the bed, his huge erection angled at forty five degrees across his pelvis.

Obediently, Lupe crossed to where he lay and climbed onto the bed. Once more she opened her mouth to beg for her heroine fix, but Marcos silenced her before she could speak. “Now, fuck me and you get your fix. Disappoint me and I’ll let you die.”

“I cannot,” Lupe protested. “I cannot do this.”

Marcos frowned. Rolling over, he reached into his bedside table and extracted a small vial. “Here it is. Do you want it or not?”

Lupe felt her knees buckle. She understood Marcos completely. He had the drug and she had what he wanted. It was her virginity for a few grams of heroine. Pulling herself together, she climbed onto the bed.

Marcos dropped the vial back in the drawer. “You need proper training. Fortunately, I have the time and patience to make an obedient slave out of you.”

“Please,” Lupe said, trying one last time. “Could I have the fix first? I will give you what you want afterwards.” Promising to have willing sex with the brutal drug lord was one of the hardest things she had ever done.

“Stupid bitch,” Marcos shouted, losing his patience. “Fuck me now or I’ll let you die.”

Whimpering with the pain of the withdrawal, Lupe straddled the drug lord. She was so wracked with pain that she was almost delirious. Her chest heaving, and droplets of sweat beading her body she lifted her body over Marcos’ quivering phallus. Slowly she began to lower herself onto the waiting organ. A sob escaped her lips as she prepared to give herself in order to receive the drug that enslaved her body.

Marcos almost trembled in anticipation. This was what he had waited for, the complete humiliation and subjugation of the jungle heroine. He had broken her to his will and forced her to give herself to him willingly. He raised his hands to her hips to steady her as she lowered her succulent vulva toward his throbbing lance. In a few seconds he would impale her and she would be his.

Lupe shook violently as she prepared to surrender her virginity. In a few seconds it would all be over. Marcos would have what he wanted, her complete and utter degradation. She would no longer be a heroine, just another of the drug lord’s powerless sex slaves. With a sob she eased her body onto the drug lord’s staff. His hands moved behind her slender back and drew her to him.

“No!” The cry came from somewhere deep within her. It was almost as if another part of her was speaking, a part of her that had not been conquered by the insidious drug that coursed through her veins. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed herself away. She would not do this; not for the drug; not for Marcos; not for any reason. She would die in the violent throes of withdrawal first.

“What the Hell!” Marcos exclaimed. He had been about to impale the heroine and suddenly she had pushed him away. He tried to hold her, but she fought back with surprising strength. With a cry she forced herself off his body and off the bed. She staggered into the middle of the room and stood there panting, the agonized rise and fall of her breasts clearly signaling her suffering.

“You little bitch,” Marcos cursed. He felt like he was ready to explode. He would take her whether she was willing or not. He swung off the bed. A few feet away the girl faced him. She was clearly in distress, but something seemed to have changed her. She was not longer helplessly in the grip of the drug. With a strength he would have believed impossible she stood facing him, her hands and her sides,

He stopped for a second to take in her beauty. Her upturned nipples begged to be sucked and the soft rounded contours of her abdomen proclaimed her maturity. She was ready for breeding and yet defiant. Somehow she had reached deep within her to draw on the resources that all superheroines possessed. It allowed her to fight off the drug and face him once more. She was, however, sustaining her resistance only by a supreme effort of will. He saw at once that she lacked the power to transform. She was helpless. Despite her proud resistance he would take her.

Lupe brought up her arms as Marcos closed with her, but this simple defensive measure took all of her strength. He brushed aside her weak resistance and struck her sharply across the face, snapping her head back. “Bitch!” snarled Marcos. She would have fallen if he had not grabbed her hair. She gave out a sharp cry as he hauled her toward the bed and then threw her onto its surface.

He was on her immediately, covering her tiny body with his. Jamming his knee between her legs, he forced her thighs apart. And then pinning her body to the bed he prepared to take her.

“Noooo!” Lupe screamed. She was fighting with all of her strength, but she had nothing left. In absolute terror she felt her legs forced wide. Marcos’ threatening phallus moved to take her and she struck at him with her fists, but he caught her hands and shifting his weight pinned her arms over her head. And then she felt something huge pushing against her.

“Noooohh!” He was inside her now, the glans of his penis forcing its way between the lips of her vulva. And then there was an almost indescribable piercing sharp pain. With a sob Lupe burst into tears as her maidenhead was sundered.

“Now my little jungle cat, you are a woman,” Marcos cried in triumph. Leaning forward he utilized his weight and thrust deep into her.

“NNgghh!” Lupe grunted in pain as the drug lord’s hot iron burned with in her. The pain as he penetrated her tight love canal was intense as he did everything within his power to inflict the maximum pain and humiliation. One way or the other he would teach this bitch what it meant to be his slave.

An hour later, Marcos rolled away from his sobbing victim. He was satisfied with his first effort. The jungle heroine had cried out continuously as he violated her as he could well imagine she would. She was deliciously tight and had not become less so as the rape progressed. He doubted that she would be able to walk properly the next day, but he was not yet done with her. In an hour or so he would be ready again, and he wanted the heroine to fully understand the consequences of defying him.

Rolling her over on her belly, he twisted her arms behind her and bound her wrists together. Then he tied each of her ankles to one of the bottom corners of the bed, spreading her wide. Then he prepared his bondage toys.

Lowering the trapeze he lifted the girl’s arm so that they were bent over the metal bar. Using the silver chain about the heroine’s waist, he tied her wrists to it. Then he raised the trapeze, forcing her weight onto her arms.

“Aaahh!” The girl heroine, who continued to sob quietly while he prepared her cried out as her shoulders were partially dislocated. He continued to raise the bar until her torso was lifted slightly off the bed, arching her back. The girl cried out again. With a grim smile Marcos stepped back to admire his handiwork. Then still smirking, he left the room.

The pain between Lupe’s legs soon faded into insignificance, replaced by the brutal agony of the pain in her shoulders. In addition, the cruel anguish of the withdrawal symptoms surged to the fore once again. Soon she was screaming in torment, her heaving body racked by both her drug addiction and the vicious bondage that threatened to cripple her shoulders.

Her screams, however, were ignored. At least for an hour or so. Then Marcos returned. “It’s time for your second lesson, jungle girl” he mocked. He began to undress while Lupe cried out for mercy. She was completely beaten. She had fought through the strength of her addiction once, but she was not up to it a second time. And what did it matter? Marcos had completely dishonoured her. There was little else that he could do to her.

“Please, master,” she gasped. “Could I just have a little fix? Everything hurts. You’ve got to help me.”

“Everything in time, jungle babe. I’ve got one more lesson for you to learn.” Marcos climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs.

Utterly beaten and helpless, Lupe realized she was about to be raped again. “No,” she cried, weeping in fear. Please let me go!”

Marcos ignored the girl’s pleas. He held a small tube of lubricant in his hand. For what he was about to do he suspected he would need it.

Lupe was too exhausted to speak. Her throat hurt from all the screaming she had done and her desperate need for the drug she craved left her barely able to function. But she gasped in fear as Marcos inserted his finger into her rectum. “Oh not that,” she thought. “Not that.” The cool touch of lubricant confirmed her fear and then she felt Marcos’ heavy body pushing her down into the bed.

“Aaaahhh!” The weight of the drug lord’s body forced another scream from her. Her shoulders were being torn out of their sockets. And then there was another blinding pain in her anus.

She cried like a baby as he took her. Marcos’ phallus spilt her in two as it drove into the tight button-hole of her rectum. Marcos grinned in triumph. The sobbing of the jungle girl told him that he had succeeded in his goal. He had broken the superheroine. He rammed into her forcing himself as deep as the length of his phallus would allow. Her screams were almost heart rending.

Marcos punished Lupe for a good two hours, using every trick of self restraint he knew. Hers screams eventually faded away as she became too weak to respond, finally stopping altogether just before he climaxed. He pulled his dripping phallus from the shattered heroine. Gasping for breath he rolled to one side of the bed and lay there for several minutes. The arrogant little bitch that had sought to defeat him had been punished.

With some effort her got to his feet and dressed. She had been punished, but not to his complete satisfaction. It was time the little bitch faced a full dose of reality. He grinned. He wondered how she would adjust to her life as camp whore.