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Chapter
2
Violation
The journey in the trunk of the car had been
excruciatingly painful. No longer
concerned about whether or not she could walk, her captor had exposed her
to the full power of the kryptonite.
Kara had spent a good deal of the journey screaming in pain, but of
course the man in black could not hear her and would not have cared if he
could.
Lost in the agonizing throes of kryptonite
induced suffering, Kara had no idea of how long she was in the
trunk. She only knew that when
the trunk was opened and the deadly element was once more reduced in its
intensity that she appeared to be in a large underground
garage. The weasel man seized
her by her hair again and dragged her
out. Lets go
bitch, he said.
Im going to get cleaned up and then you and I are going
to get better acquainted.
Weasel Face pushed her toward a door in the
concrete wall of the garage. She
staggered forward, barely able to keep her footing in her weakened
condition. The door opened onto
a concrete corridor that she was marched down for about a quarter of a minute,
then pushing her through a second door, she found herself in a rather comfortably
furnished room. It seemed a bit
out of place for the bottom of a building, but then criminals often hid in
unlikely places. Guiding her over to a couch, he pushed her into it and then
set the kryptonite on a coffee table just a few feet
away. However, just to be sure
Weasel Face took out a second length of cord and tightly bound her
ankles. Then he turned her over
and tightened the ropes about her wrists.
I guess that should hold you for a few
minutes, he said.
Dont go anywhere.
Ill be right
back.
Kara fought desperately to escape as soon
as the man left the room, but she was terribly weak, perhaps having only
half the strength of the average woman.
If only she could get farther away from the kryptonite there might
be a chance of escape, but try as she might, she could hardly
move.
Almost before she knew it Weasel Face had
returned. He had obviously just
showered, because his dark lank hair was still
wet. He was dressed in a green
T shirt and jeans, but wearing nothing on his
feet. Kara looked up at him,
her brilliant blue eyes huge with fear.
Scared are you, heroine? Weasel
Face sneered. I sure as
hell hope you are. You nearly
gave me a heart attack when you dropped me that last
time. But now its my turn,
and Im going to have some real fun with
you. He licked his lips
suggestively, enjoying the fear his actions produced on the face of his
victim.
First the
gag. I want to hear you beg and
scream when I fuck your tight
cunt. He leaned forward
and producing a sharp folding knife cut through the gag.
Karas heart beat
wildly. So it was to be
rape. That was not a surprise,
but the revelation shook her nonetheless.
The kryptonite was still sapping her will to resist, making her respond
in a most unheroic
manner. As the gag was removed
she begged for her release.
Please, she
said. Im sorry for
what I did. I didnt intend
to frighten you. Please let me
go. I promise I wont tell
the police or anything. You have
my word.
Christ youre pathetic, jeered
Weasel Face. Put a little
bit of rope on you and you cry like a
baby. I almost wish Id
left the gag on.
Please untie me, Kara
pleaded. The rope is hurting
my wrists. If you let me go
Ill do something for you.
Im a superheroine, I can grant you almost any
request.
How about if you suck my
dick? Thats a simple enough
request.
No, Kara moaned, I cant
do that.
Cant or
wont? I think those gorgeous
lips would look great wrapped around the end of my
shaft.
No, please, dont make me do
that.
Weasel Face stopped taking to
her. Instead he rolled her onto
her stomach again and began to explore her
costume. It took him only a few
seconds to find the zipper at the back of the
outfit. Quickly he pulled it
down, exposing the back of her torso to the waist, but that was as far as
he could get it without untying her
hands.
However, in her weakened condition, Kara was
in no position to resist. Cutting
the cords binding her wrists he released her arms, but easily held her face
down when she made a feeble attempt to
escape.
Kara squirmed as Weasel Face pulled the right
sleeve of her costume off her shoulder and down her
arm. He was slowly undressing
her, and she was too weak to stop him.
Whimpering in fear, she begged him to stop, but he ignored her, removing
the costume from her left arm next.
Then with a tug he pulled the costume down to her waist leaving the
upper portion of her body naked.
Kara crossed her hands over her breasts in
a pathetic attempt to cover the large
organs. Weasel Face laughed
derisively, and then did something completely
unexpected.
Aaaahhh!
Kara
cried out in shock and pain as Weasel Face slapped her
face. The force of the blow loosened
all of her teeth on the right side of her face and sent her senses
reeling. For a few seconds she
was too dazed to realize what was
happening. When she revived she
found that she was now lying face up on top of the coffee table, the tube
of kryptonite having been moved to the
couch. More to the point, Weasel
Face had pulled her arms over the edge of the table and tied each of her
wrists to one of the table legs.
The edge of the table cut painfully into her
arms, but that was the least of her
worries. The awkward position
arched her back, thrusting her pink tipped breasts
skyward. Weasel Face stood over
her, his eyes traveling over her body.
They focused first on her twin mounds of heaven, the irises opening
wide as they drank in her taut rose-coloured
nipples. Then they moved down
over her almost impossibly narrow waist, taking in her flat belly before
moving even father to centre on the womanly swell of her abdomen and the
rounded contours of her mound of Venus.
In spite of her seminude status, Kara was
perspiring excessively, the sweat pooling beneath her on the
tabletop. Whats the
matter, superbitch? Afraid
youre finally gonna get fucked?
Kara had already been
fucked. More times than she card
to remember, but she was not about to tell Weasel Face that he would not
be her first. Once again she
tried to talk him out of what he was about to do.
Look.
I can get you money. A
lot of money. Superheroines have
access to large amounts of cash.
Then you can buy all the women you
want. You wont need
me.
It was a very unheroine-like thing to say,
but Karas exposure to the kryptonite had completely robbed her of her
courage. She would do anything
to avoid what was going to happen to her.
No dice
bitch. Ive got a contract
to fulfill. Fucking you is just
a bonus. Someone has already
paid me a lot of money to catch you and now that I have I intend to turn
you in. Especially after what
you did to me. As Weasel
Face finished speaking he stepped forward and began to pull off her right
boot.
Please dont do that, Kara
begged.
Weasel Face ignored
her. Methodically he removed
her other boot and then pulling her legs straight, straddled the table and
sat on her lower legs.
Please, she whimpered
again. Tell me what you
are being paid. Ill double
it.
Weasel Faces lip turned upward in a
sneer. Some
heroine. Crying like a
baby. Well, youre going
to become a woman tonight.
No! Kara cried as Weasel Face placed his hands between
her thighs and began to knead the round flesh as the same time working his
way higher and higher on her leg.
Oh
God, Kara moaned as he
finally reached the apex of her thighs, and pushing his hands beneath the
tight elastic of her bikini bottom, slid his fingers under the stretchy fabric
and over her pudenda.
She continued to plead with her captor as
he moved his fingers under her tights, but it was to no
avail. Only when she promised
him four times what he was being paid did he even stop to consider, but then
simply laughed. You might
find this strange, bitch. But
I am a man of my word. I was
paid to bring you in and that is what I have
done. Now Im going to do
what very few men have ever done, Im going to deflower a
heroine.
Her sense of honour would not allow her to
admit that she had already lost her virginity may times
over. Besides, he had already
discovered her intact hymen, a factor of her ability to completely heal,
no matter what the injury.
No
stop! she screamed as
he began to slide her bikini bottom down her long thighs, but she might as
well have been talking to herself.
Within seconds, she was completely nude, and Weasel Face was rapidly
removing his clothing.
Oh no, she whimpered, Not
again. Weasel Face seemed
not to hear her. He was now wholly
intent on what he was going to do to her.
Her voice became shrill as Weasel Face forced
her legs apart. In desperation
she tried to kick him, but the kryptonite left her too weak to more than
slow him down. Parting her silken
thighs he lifted her slightly and then leaning forward used his weight to
penetrate her.
Aaaahh! Kara screamed as her maidenhead was sundered for
the umpteenth time. Bucking wildly,
she tried to free herself from Weasel Faces impaling
phallus. Panting heavily, her
captor thrust into her, driving hard and
fast. Mercifully the ordeal lasted
only a few minutes before the thug was finished with
her. At least for the
moment. How many more times he
might have raped her she never learned, because as he finished the door of
the room opened.
Mr.
Dodson. You were not hired to
do this. I paid you to capture
a superheroine, not violate her.
The man who spoke was quite unlike Weasel
Face or Dodson, as it now appeared his name
was. He was wearing a long white
lab coat and stood at least a foot taller.
His arms were most unusual, being
so long that they were almost
spider-like. For all that, he
did not have a menacing appearance and the look on his face was one of severe
disapproval.
This is outrageous
behaviour. You have committed
a vile crime against this young woman.
One that I am going to find hard to
forgive. Take your clothes and
leave at once. I will pay you
as agreed, but for now our services are
terminated.
But Doc, protested
Dodson. I didnt hurt
her. I was just having a little
fun. She probably enjoyed
it. Heroines dont get much
action.
You apparently were not listening,"
the tall man, replied. He snapped
his fingers and another man entered the
room. This man was a hulking
brute, his face creased by a disfiguring
scar. Escort Mr. Dodson
out of the building. See that
he receives his pay.
Im going, Im going,
Dodson said, frantically gathering up his clothes and slinking toward the
door.
I am truly sorry about this, my dear,
said the tall man. I should
have been here sooner and this would not have
happened. As he spoke,
he untied Kara from the table.
Shaken from her ordeal and still under the
influence of the kryptonite, Kara had to be helped to her
feet. She was led to the couch
where the tall man covered her with her
cloak.
I assume from your costume that you
are Supergirl, the tall man said.
I am Doctor Sven Larson, but I doubt that you have heard of
me. My research is in a rather
specialized area,
Specialized as in the kidnapping of
young women and having them raped? Kara
returned. She was still badly
shaken form her ordeal, but had regained a little of her old self, in spite
of the fact that the kryptonite was only a couple of feet
away.
Believe me, that was certainly not my
intent. I needed a subject for
my experiments and I doubted that you would volunteer for the project so
I resorted to a little unorthodox
recruitment. When I am finished
with my experiment you will be quite free to go.
Kara opened her mouth to reply, but Larson
cut her off. Enough of
this. I am not here to debate
moral issues with you. My work
is too important for that. He
picked up the tube of kryptonite.
It is time I disposed of this crude
device. I have something much
better, but did not want to entrust it to someone like Dodson for fear he
might misuse it. He placed
the tube in his pocket, but took out a thin silvery metal circlet and placed
it around her neck. There was
a small click as it was locked in place.
There, Larson
said. That is much
better. There is enough kryptonite
in that device to keep you under control until I release
you. Now come with
me. I am going to allow you to
clean yourself and dress properly.
Larson led Kara out one of the other doors
in the room. She found herself
in a well appointed bedroom.
The bathroom is over there, Larson said, pointing to another
door. I leave it to you
to take care of yourself. Again,
I apologize for what happened to you.
I wish we could have met under more pleasant
circumstances. Tomorrow I will
call for you after you have had a chance to rest and
recover. Everything will be explained
then. Without another word
and before Kara could ask a single question he was gone, closing the door
after him. There was a click
as the door closed and Kara expected that it was probably
locked. Without any alternative,
she followed Larsons suggestions and checked out the
bathroom.
It turned out to be more than adequate, being
equipped with every modern amenity including a steam shower and a
Jacuzzi. Tossing aside her costume
Kara showered, trying to wash away the stink and humiliation of the
rape. Then she dressed and returned
to the bedroom. To her surprise
someone had delivered a covered tray of food on a small cart while she had
been in the shower. Lifting the
lid she saw a variety of savory breakfast
foods. She wasnt really
hungry, but decided to eat anyway.
She was in quite a fix and would probably need all of her strength
to survive.
The day passed slowly, and Kara spent most
of it watching television on the large set in the room, and thinking of ways
to escape. Food was delivered
at regular intervals by the hulking brute of an assistant, all of it of very
good quality and well prepared. It
seemed that Larson was concerned about her well-being after
all. Finally, exhausted mentally
as well as physically she crawled onto the large comfortable bed and went
to sleep. That was the last thing
she remembered until she awoke the next morning.
She got a bit of a shock when she opened her
eyes. The huge scar-faced assistant
was standing there. The
doctor is ready for you now, he said, speaking to her for the first
time. You have an hour
to get ready. Then without
a word he left the room.
Kara saw that breakfast had been brought
again. She ate and then went
to the bathroom to prepare herself for the day
ahead. When
scarface returned she was groomed and
waiting. With considerable
trepidation she allowed the giant to escort her from the
room.
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