The Adventures of Red Devil

Chapter 5 Giving the Devil Her Due

Krarg leered at the defeated figure of the heroine in the transparent enclosure. She was still incredibly beautiful in spite of what had been done to her. The ability of the Nxcathans to heal any injuries was truly remarkable. But it must have been frightening in the extreme to have been impregnated and forced to give birth to almost three dozen of the spidery aliens. Once again stripped of her costume, she looked beaten. Her eyes were downcast and her entire aspect was one of hopelessness and defeat. As he moved closer the heroine raised her eyes.

Zhara had sensed the presence of someone outside her prison. She knew it could only be one person and she was ready for him. Raising her head toward the hulking criminal she assumed a look of utter defeat. Or at least as close to it as she could mange. As a superheroine she had not had much practice at this sort of thing.

She watched as Krarg gestured and the inevitable restraints descended from the ceiling to clamp about her wrists and ankles. The thug licked his lips as she was once again spread on the bed. She could imagine what was running through his mind as the wall of her prison slid open to admit him.

“What’s the matter, Devil bitch?” Krarg sneered as he loomed over her. “Looks like you had a bit too much traffic between your legs. Not that its going to stop. I’ve been denied the pleasure of your company and I’m hornier than a bull.” He began to unbuckle his pants, his eyes fixed on her the entire time, waiting for her usual frightened and outraged reaction.

She surprised him. “You’ve beaten me Krarg,” she said, he voice almost breaking. “I can’t take any more of this. I surrender. I’ll do anything you want, only please don’t let the Nxcathans torture me any more.”

Krarg’s eyes widened. He had not expected so abject a surrender. He knew that sooner or later he or Chawitlxe would break her, but he had not expected it to be so complete. More to the point, he could not really help her. Chawitlxe had hired him to help humiliate and torture the heroine, knowing that human females had an inordinate fear of rape. There had been no real deal, however, to turn the heroine over to him when the Nxcathan was finished with her. That was simply a story he had made up to intimidate and terrify the heroine. However, her offer seemed to good to pass up. He would play along. It would be interesting to have his own superheroine slave even if only for a few hours.

“And what is in it for me if I agree to help you?” Krarg asked. “What exactly do you mean by anything?”

“I’ll let you have me,” she said, tears trickling down her cheeks and her soft perfect lips trembling. “I’ll be your slave. You can take me to your brothel and I’ll perform any way you want.”

“A most tempting offer is it not, friend Krarg. Perhaps you should consider it.”

“You’ll give her to me?” Krarg asked.

“If that is what you wish. We have learned enough about her psionic powers to duplicate them. It is only a matter of time until the hatchlings acquire every skill that she has. You may take her as part of your payment.”

“You got yourself a deal,” Krarg said. “I need just one thing. How do I control her psionic powers?”

“We will give you a portable version of the device that now controls her. It should do for your purposes.”

“Fantastic.” Krarg could hardly restrain himself. “Release her restraints. I want to see whether or not she can be trusted.”

Zhara felt the shackles fall away. She was free in the chamber with Krarg. If she wanted she could have launched herself at him, but that was not her intent. Such an action would only have resulted in Chawitlxe intervening and she would be right back where she had started. She needed Krarg’s cooperation and that meant she would have to completely debase herself.

“Kneel bitch,” Krarg ordered.

“Yes master,” Zhara said, falling to her knees in front of the grinning thug. She knew what was expected of her. Without waiting for an order she unzipped Krarg’s pants and closed her hand around his semi-erect phallus

Krarg groaned as Zhara’s hand massaged his hardening penis, stroking it into a full erection. Then without waiting she took it in her mouth. “Oh baby, what you’re doing to me,” Krarg moaned as she ran her pliant tongue over his sensitive glans.

Zhara used every skill Krarg had taught her, trying to remember exactly the ways he had made her pleasure him. Soon he was panting feverishly, barely able to hold himself in check. With a sudden grunt of pleasure he wrenched himself free of her mouth, and sizing her violently by the hair jerked her to her feet and then flung her on the bed.

“You fucking, bitch,” he swore. “You’ve learned almost too well. But I want that hot cunt of yours and I’m going to take it.” Wrenching her legs apart he heaved himself on top of her, forcing his throbbing manhood toward the cleft between her legs.

Zhara was not quite ready for him and he knew it. As he entered her she gasped in pain, but instead of resisting him, she arched her back and then closing her thighs she wrapped her long legs abut him and drew him into her.

She cried a little as he penetrated her. But she hid her tears and pain by burying her head on his shoulder and clawing at his back with her clutching hands. Then she let him have her, responding to every thrust with one of her own, until he had buried himself fully within her tight pleasure tunnel. But she did not stop there. As Krarg pumped into her, rhythmically attempting to bring himself to orgasm, she tried to achieve one of her own. It was probably the most difficult thing she had ever done in her life, requiring her to completely abandon herself to the sexual act.

As Krarg satisfied himself, she drifted into a fantasy world; a world where Krarg was replaced by someone else; a nameless hero who had somehow rescued her and was now receiving his reward. Somehow she managed to make the deception work and as Krarg’s excitement mounted so did hers.

Slowly, she felt her passion intensifying. Her body arched into his, becoming almost one with that of the brutal crime boss. Her heart rate accelerated, the blood pounding through her engorged breasts and vulva, and she began to moan in undisguised ardor. Soon her moans joined those of Krarg as they both approached sexual fulfillment. And then with an intensity that astonished both her and Krarg, Zhara had her first orgasm. It blasted though her like a sexual explosion, her scream of carnal desire drowning out Krarg’s groans.

It was what Zhara had hoped to achieve. The eruption of sexual energy boosted her psionic powers beyond anything she had been capable of while held captive. They were still too weak to be used as a weapon, but she could use them for something else. Sending out a psionic probe she sought the machine that was dampening her powers. She detected a strong flow of energy from above her, and following the energy flow, entered the machine that held her captive. She lacked the strength to destroy such a machine, but she did not need too. All machines have a weakness, the switch that turns them on and off. It took her only milliseconds to locate the switch and with a metal flick, disable it permanently.

Zhara took a great shuddering gasp as her psionic powers returned. She could feel the tremendous flow of energy within her. Somehow it seemed even stronger than before.

Krarg felt it too. “What the Hell!” he exclaimed. The body of the women he was fucking suddenly seemed to glow with a strange and immense power. He started to pull out of her and then he was hurled across the room with tremendous force, smashing full into the transparent wall of Zhara’ prison. The impact knocked him unconscious.

Zhara leaped off the bed. Her psionic powers were fully restored. Reaching out with her mind she sought her arch tormentor – And found him. Chawitlxe screamed. And then screamed again.

Krarg groaned. What the hell had happened? His head was ringing like a churchbell and there was a frightful shrieking noise close by. One second he had been fucking that superheroine and then he could remember flying through the air. He opened his eyes. Where was he? This wasn’t the chamber where the Red Devil had had been imprisoned. He sat up and gaped in horror. A few feet away was the bloated body of Chawitlxe, but it was horribly maimed. Something or someone had pulled of all of the Nxcathan’s limbs. An ugly greenish ichor oozed from hideous wounds where the alien’s arms and legs had been ripped from the creature’s body. The horrible shrieking noise was coming from the crippled Nxcathan’s mouth.

But even more frightening were the dozens of Nxcathan young scuttling about the room. As he moved several of them swiveled their eyes toward him. They were quite large now, the size of a medium-sized dog and incredibly fast and agile. To his further horror Krarg noted that many of the hatchlings were chewing on Chawitlxe’s arms and legs, which were scattered about the room.

“Friend Krarg. You must help us. The hatchlings will soon exhaust the food in my limbs and then they will begin to feed on us.”

Krarg scrambled to his feet, almost banging his head on the ceiling as he shot off the floor. He was in a low gravity environment. Recovering, he looked toward the helpless alien. “What can I do? How can we get out of here?”

“We do not know. The superheroine sealed the room with her psionic power. I might be able to find a way out, but she has left us like this.”

Krarg understood that Chawitlxe‘s use of the word “we” and “us” referred to the alien. But he also understood that he also was in terrible danger. Once the hatchlings finished with Chawitlxe then they would turn on him. “How did this happen?” he asked. “I thought she was helpless.”

“She was more clever than we thought. Somehow she found a way to use the energy gained through your sexual interlude to boost her psionic powers enough to disable the damper we had placed on her. Then she regained full use of her power. You see the result before you.”

“I’ve got to get out of here,” Krarg said, almost panicking. “I don’t want to be eaten alive.”

“You must help me first. I cannot get out of here without your help.”

“Screw you, you fucking spider. I’m leaving.” Krarg ran for the door or at least what he thought was the door. But the partition he ran to was featureless, devoid of any devices that might be used to gain access to the outside. Futilely he pounded on the wall with his fists.

“That is not the way. Only I know how to exit the room. You are trapped here with us unless you cooperate.”

Defeated, Krarg turned toward the Nxcathan. “What do you want me to do?”

“You must help us from the room. We can no longer walk as you can see.”

“Help you? That means I would have to touch you.”

“Of course.” Chawitlxe sounded surprised.

“I ain’t touching no fucking spider.”

“Why do you keep calling us that? You can see we are not a spider. We are far too large and much more intelligent.”

“You’re a fucking spider to me. I ain’t going near you.”

“Then you will die. The hatchlings are almost finished feeding on my limbs. They will start on my body next and then they will eat you.”

Krarg groaned. “Alright. Tell me what to do.”

Drag us toward the yellow light on the wall. That is the exit. We will tell you how to activate the door.”

Krarg noticed the blinking light for the first time. He cursed realizing he should have spotted it earlier. But it probably didn’t matter. He had no idea how to open the door in any case. Forcing down his revulsion he took hold of one of Chawitlxe’s mandibles and tugged.

The alien was surprisingly light. He should have expected that in a being from a low gravity world. He was careful to avoid brushing against the needle-like hairs covering the creature’s body. Reaching the blinking light he stopped. “OK. How do I get the door open?”

“The door reacts to my mental commands. We will open it and you must pull us through. Do not attempt to betray us and flee. There are several other doors to pass before we are safe. If you abandon us. We will leave this door open and the hatchlings will also escape. They will find you and eat you.”

“OK, I get the message. Open the fucking door.”

“As you wish, friend Krarg.”

Krarg waited, but nothing happened. “What’s going on? Open the god-damned door.”

“I cannot. The superheroine must have used her psionic power to seal the exit. It refuses to respond.”

“What do you mean you can’t open it? I don’t want to be spider food. Get the bloody thing open!”

Chawitlxe did not reply. All of his eyes stalks had swiveled in the direction of the hatchlings. The arms and legs they had been chewing on had been completely consumed.

Krarg turned too, his eyes wide with fear. Every hatchling seemed to be looking his way. Slowly they began to move toward him, their razor sharp mandibles clicking in excitement. Krarg screamed.

Red Devil soared toward her lonely apartment. She had triumphed, but she could hardly say she was pleased with herself. Certainly, she had saved the world, but it had been at considerable cost to her body and her self esteem. Still, she had learned something about herself. She had never understood the power of an orgasm before. Something had happened to her that she did not completely understand. Somehow or other her final sexual experience had greatly boosted her psionic power. She was stronger than ever before. Perhaps she should explore it further.

She thought about it a bit more. Perhaps her decision to avoid members of the opposite sex had been a mistake. If one little orgasm could create such a significant change in her what would regular sex do? There was that cute guy across the hall. He had tried to hit on her several times and she had always brushed him off. Perhaps next time she would take him up on his offer. A smile flickered across her lips. Perhaps it was about time she started to live up to her name.

Turning in the air she looked back toward the white tower where she had been trapped, imprisoned, tortured, and raped. By now the creatures she had been forced to give birth to would be very hungry. She wasn’t worried about any of them escaping. She had sealed the tower beyond the ability of anyone to open it short of using a small thermonuclear device. The Nxcathan young would eat everything they could and when they ran out of food they would start on each other. Soon there would be just one Nxcathan left, but there would be nothing remaining for it to eat. Then it would slowly starve to death. The Nxcathan threat was ended.

She turned in the air once more. It was time to find that boy. She felt her pulse quicken. Interesting; she was actually getting excited just thinking about him. The smile returned. Increasing speed she rocketed toward home.