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Chapter
1 The
Abduction
Metropolis
July 2004
Kara studied her image in the full length
mirror in her bedroom.
Better, she murmured, much
better. She placed her
hands on her hips the way she had seen Diana
pose. Yes, this is so much
more dramatic. The other look
was so sixties.
She hadnt changed her costume much in
fact, just eliminated certain aspects of it that she considered made her
look too much like a little girl.
After all, she was almost
nineteen. She had kept the scarlet
cloak. Cloaks always added an
aura of power and mystery to anyone who wore
them. But she had discarded the
cheerleader skirt, instead covering her loins with a skin-tight high-cut
red bikini brief that showed every muscle in her shapely
derriere. This was highlighted
by a gold band that separated the bikini bottom from the electric blue
top. The top itself was a
form-fitting short-sleeved outfit that covered her torso from waist to neck
and was highlighted by the Supergirl stylized red
S on a gold shield that served to separate
and highlight her high firm breasts.
Thigh length red boots also trimmed with gold finished the
outfit.
Nice, she
thought. If I was a man
Id have an erection just looking at
me. She
frowned. That was not an altogether
pleasant thought. A few months
ago she and her friends Barbara and Diana had been captured and brutally
raped and tortured by the arch-villain Lex
Luthor. At times she had greatly
resented the fact that her physical beauty and that of her friends had made
them targets for all sorts of sexual and physical
abuse. It was something that
she would never forget.
One day, she thought,
Ill have a real boyfriend.
One who will care for me as a woman and not just because I have
superpowers and a certain superficial
beauty. Just who that boyfriend
might be, however, was not immediately
evident. It would be difficult
to find a man anywhere on Earth who could match her physical
attributes.
She
sighed. So far the accident of
birth that had made her a superheroine had not been altogether
kind. She had to reconcile herself
to a life of celibacy and loneliness as far as men were
concerned. Unfortunately, she
had no interest in a same sex romance
either. She simply wasnt
constituted that way.
Kara, sounded a voice from outside
her room. Suppers
ready.
Thanks Sylv, she
responded. Quickly she shucked
her costume and put on a bra and panties, followed by a pair of tan hip huggers
and a black T-shirt. She didnt
really need the bra, but it wouldnt do to arouse any suspicions by
going without one. She quickly
ran a comb through her hair and then unlocked her bedroom door and joined
her roommate, Sylvie Levesque.
Sylvie smiled as Kara entered the
room. Whatever she had prepared
smelled good. One of your
favourites, Sylvie said.
Chicken cordon bleu.
Kara
grinned. Youre going
to have me fat as a hog. I
wont be able to fit inside my costume
I mean
clothes.
Sylvie did not notice the
gaff. The pretty dark-haired
French Canadian girl had been living with Kara for several months
now. On one of Karas first
adventures she had been kidnapped along with the superheroine and viciously
gang-raped. The incident had
left her psychically scarred. But
Kara had found a way to cure that.
She had taken Sylvie to
It turned out to be a beneficial
relationship. Both young women
were students at
Mmmm, that smells good, Kara said
as she sat down.
Sylvie
smiled. I know its
one of your favourites, she said.
And I bought a bottle of your favourite
wine.
Whats the occasion? Kara
smiled.
Three month anniversary of becoming
roommates, Sylvie said, tipping the wine bottle into Karas
glass.
Kara took a sip and
nodded. This is very
good. Sylvie smiled, obviously
pleased. They spent the remainder
of the meal in idle chatter. Kara
helped clean up and then excused herself, returning to her
room. Karas cover story
was that she suffered severely from
insomnia. It helped to explain
the fact that she kept very odd hours and that she needed her
privacy. When I get a chance
to sleep I have to take it, Kara had
explained. Sylvie had nodded
sympathetically having spent many sleepless nights after her nightmare
ordeal.
Once in her room, Kara waited for awhile,
listening to Sylvies movements in the next
room. The door to her room was
locked and since it was constructed of inch thick titanium was pretty much
unbreakable, but Kara wanted to make sure of her
roommate. Sylvie had never tried
to enter the room after Kara had supposedly retired, but it never hurt to
be careful, as Kara had learned to her sorrow on several
occasions.
Satisfied that Sylvie had settled down to
watch TV, Kara donned her superheroine outfit, stepped to the balcony, and
launched herself into space. As
she swept upward into the night sky of New Gotham, she moved in a slow
spiral. Flying was pure enjoyment
and she reveled in the feeling of freedom and power that it gave
her. She continued to climb until
she was sure that no citizen or villain would see her
accidentally.
Her wish to remain invisible to villains was
obvious, but sadly ordinary citizens often gave her more trouble than the
criminals, complaining that she was some sort of flying voyeur who delighted
in using her X-ray vision to spy on their private
lives. Others complained because
they thought she might cause disruptions to their TV
signals. On one occasion she
had even been reported as a UFO. It
was all very trying considering that she was only attempting to make the
lives of ordinary citizens safer.
This night she saw very little out of the
ordinary. Everything seemed
quiet. It seemed that at last
the criminals who operated at night were getting the
message. She had certainly turned
enough of them over to the police in the last few
weeks. Her job was a little bit
easier now. It had been that
was since she had exposed Lex Luthor and his enormous drug operation in the
heart of the city. Now she no
longer had to be worried about the police seeking to arrest her on some imagined
offense committed against a paranoid
citizen.
She swooped over the City Hall and stopped
to hover a few hundred feet above the
building. That was
strange. There was a light on
in a part of the building that should have been
closed. She focused her eyes
and used her X-ray vision to scan the
area.
Goodness, she
thought. What is he doing
there? Just below the
mayors office a man dressed in black was tinkering with a small black
box. Using her zoom magnification
she zeroed in for a more detailed look.
A
bomb! Well that was something
she couldnt allow. She
dropped quickly to the window outside the room where the man in black was
fiddling with his deadly device. It
took her only seconds to open the window.
She used as much care as possible, not wanting to be blamed for damaging
public property, and swept into the room.
She landed with a thump, her cloak swirling
impressively around her and stood with her hands on her hips as the startled
man turned.
Supergirl! he
exclaimed. He made a sudden movement
toward the device he had been adjusting.
What the
?
Kara
grinned. I took the liberty
of burning through the wire connected to the
detonator. The bomb is quite
harmless. Now I think you should
come with me. The police are
going to want to ask you a few questions.
Blasted bitch, the man
swore. You might have stopped
this one, but youll never find out where I placed the
others.
Others? Kara
asked. What do you
mean?
What do you mean? the man mimicked.
Other bombs of course,
you superheroine cretin. Eleven
of them. There were supposed
to be one for every month of the year, but you spoiled
that.
Kara looked at
him. He was a weasel-faced man
of average height and build and his face was twisted in a triumphant
sneer. Eleven more
bombs? Tell me where they
are. Dont you realize a
lot of innocent people could get hurt?
I sure as hell hope
so. Thats why I planted
them.
Kara grabbed the man by the front of his black
shirt. Tell me, she
said quietly. Tell me now
or I shall have to do something unpleasant.
The man
laughed. Youre a
superheroine. You cant
hurt me. It goes against your
code. Hundreds of people are
going to die and you cant do a thing.
Lets go for a little flight,
Kara said, grabbing the man with both
hands. Without waiting for a
response she picked him up and carrying him as if he was weightless flew
out the window.
What a mess you made, Kara
said. I hope that no one
was down there. It had
taken a little longer than she had thought it
would. She had been forced to
drop the man three times before he told her what she wanted to
know. The last time she had caught
him only inches from the ground. As
she swept upward with him one more time she became acutely aware of the fact
that the terrified man had loosed his
bowels.
Alright, he
said. Ill tell you,
just please put me down.
Tell me first, Kara
said. And give me a detailed
account. Ive got a good
memory.
Ten minutes later she was on her
way. She took the man with her,
not entirely trusting him to tell the
truth. But it turned out that
in his fear, he had told her everything he
knew. She found the first seven
bombs quite easily and disarmed them.
The last four were a bit more difficult, and she needed the mans
precise instructions to locate them.
Bastard, she
thought. Shielding them
with lead. I never would have
found them. The last bomb
was the best hidden, and was placed most symbolically high in the vaulted
ceiling of the citys biggest
cathedral. Timed to go off Sunday
morning it would have brought the stone ceiling down on a nave crowded with
worshippers.
Diabolical, muttered
Kara. She dragged the man with
her as she approached the last bomb.
Shielded by the lead roofing it was invisible to her X-ray
vision. She could have flown
over it a thousand times and never suspected it was
there.
Stay there, she said, releasing
the man temporarily while she tended to the
bomb. He wasnt likely to
go anywhere. They were both in
a crawl space just above the main supports for the immense vault that was
the cathedrals roof. Two
strides and she was at the bomb. It
was a simple device, but then it would
be. No one was supposed to find
it in time. She flicked out her
fingers and disarmed it. There
was a sharp click and then a small pop.
Ooooh! Kara gasped.
My
stars, kryptonite.
She fell to her knees as the all too-familiar pain rushed
through her body, freezing her in paralyzing
agony.
From behind her came a cackling
laugh. Got you,
bitch. You walked right into
the trap like the dumb twat you are.
Nooo, Kara thought, Not
again. She tried to get
up. The pain was
incredible. As bad as anything
she had ever felt. Kryptonite,
the one substance that could render her
helpless. It robbed her of her
super powers leaving her helpless, and filled her with excruciating pain
to boot. She gasped, hardly able
to draw a breath. Then she felt
a hand on the neck of her costume and she was pushed to the floor of the
crawl space.
No please, she moaned as her hands
were drawn behind her back. Almost
weeping in fear she tried to escape, but her muscles would not obey
her. She felt the touch of rope
on her wrists. She was almost
sick with dread as her wrists were bound behind
her. Tied up and helpless all
sorts of frightened thoughts raced through her
mind. To be captured and bound
was the ultimate in terrifying experiences for most women, much less a
superheroine. She knew that she
probably faced rape at the very least, and perhaps even worse than
that.
The stench of the man assailed her nostrils
and she remembered that he had soiled himself when she had forced him to
talk. It was almost certain that
he would want some measure of vengeance for
that. How could she have been
so stupid? She had walked right
into a cleverly set trap. A trap
that was very obviously aimed at her.
It was one of the greatest hazards of being
a superheroine. Although feared
by criminals, heroines were also a prime
target. They were sought out
for a variety of reasons, ranging from vengeance to simply eliminating a
dangerous threat. Almost always
if a heroine was captured she could expect rape and
torture. It was almost an
automatic. The worst fate of
all, however, was to be captured by a sadistically twisted scientist like
Lex Luthor. These madmen frequently
performed cruel experiments on their helpless heroine captives; experiments
that often featured bizarre and painful applications of sexual
torture. It was these villains
that heroines like Kara feared the most.
Kara writhed in
agony. The pain of the kryptonite
was beyond description. It felt
as if her flesh was being burned from her
bones. Sweat drenched her costume
as she lay in the power of the man who had captured
her. What was his motive in setting
such a clever trap? Did he intend
to ransom her? Had he captured
her just for bragging rights? Or
was he working for someone else?
And while she was in his power what would he do with
her?
Please, she gasped, the
pain. I cant stand the
pain. Kryptonite was a
brutal substance. Not only did
it render her helpless and inflict terrible agony, but it also robbed her
of her will to resist, turning her into a sniveling
weakling.
Crying like a little girl, sneered
the man in black. Well,
we cant have that, at least not
now. There will be plenty of
time for you to make noise later.
Please, Kara moaned
again.
Pl
Mmmpph! A fowl smelling rag was thrust into
her mouth. She tried to spit
it out, but the man grabbed her shoulder-length hair and jerked her head
back.
Mmmmppphh!
Mmmmppphhh! Kara
protested. Panic inundated her
as the rag was shoved deeper and deeper into her mouth and
throat. For a few seconds she
was sure that she was going to suffocate.
The man tied the gag in place with another piece of
cloth. Obviously he had come
prepared for this, but not so obviously that Kara would have noticed if she
had searched him. All she would
have found were two rather dirty handkerchiefs and a short length of
cord.
Bound and gagged and in terrible pain, Kara
lay helpless, tears and sweat streaming down her
face. Alright, said
the man. Now youre coming with
me. He pulled a brightly
glowing green object from its hiding place slid it into a dull metal
tube. Almost immediately the
pain diminished and Kara felt her strength
return.
Actually she felt
some
of her strength return. Enough
that she could get to her feet when the man pulled on her
hair. He pushed her forward and
Kara stumbled in the gloom. Without
her superpowers her sight was no better than average and she no longer had
any X-ray vision. The upper reaches
of the vault were almost completely dark, and it was with difficulty that
she was able to make her way through the gloom to the stairway that led to
the lower floor.
Stumbling and falling several times, only
the fact that the thug who held her kept a grip on her hair saved her from
tumbling the entire length of the
staircase. By the time they reached
the bottom she was almost weeping in fear and
frustration. Captured
again. And marched off to face
humiliation and pain at the hands of some sadistic
criminal. A large tear rolled
down her face and fell to the dust of the church floor as they reached the
last step. What was going to
become of her?
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