The Adventures of the Black Scorpion

Author: L’Espion

Illustrated by Evil Incarnate

Chapter 2 Violation

Darcy kicked wildly as Von Stern grabbed her ankles and flipped her onto her back. She was close to screaming in fear as she realized that she could do nothing to save herself. She was caught and about to be brutally raped. “No, not this,” she whimpered. “Please don’t do this to me.”

Von Stern laughed again. “What a change in attitude. A few seconds ago you were threatening me; now you are begging me to let you go.” He paused as if thinking while he held her in place on top of the table. “Perhaps I could let you go,” he mused. “For a price.”

Darcy held her breath. What would the villain demand of her?

Von Stern smiled salaciously. “I think you know what it is, but just in case you have any doubts it will require that you get on your knees.”

“No.” Darcy replied. “I won’t do it. I’m not your whore.”

“Oh but you will be. I’m going to fuck you and so will every one of my men.” He paused meaningfully. “Unless you do this one little thing.”

“I can’t,” Darcy protested. She flinched as Von Stern gently tweaked her left nipple. “I can’t trust you. How do I know you’d let me go?”

“Just because I am a criminal doesn’t mean that I don’t keep my word. How do you think I make any deals? I promise that if you satisfy me I will let you go, if you promise not to report any of this to your friends or the police.”

Darcy squirmed again as Von Stern switched to squeezing her right breast. She was helpless to stop him, a devastating position for a heroine to be in. Could she trust him? Why had he changed his mind after threatening to make her his sex slave? Had her threats of possible retaliation cause him to reconsider or was he just playing some sort of game?

“Alright,” she said, as his fingers traveled toward her crotch, “I’ll do it.”

“Good girl,” Von Stern replied. He lifted her from the table and led her across the room to a comfortable looking chair. Pushing on her shoulders he forced her to her knees and then dropped his pants.

Darcy gasped as Von Stern’s organ was revealed. It certainly gave credence to the theory of the Germans as the “master race.”

Von Stern seated himself in the chair and leaning forward placed his hand on the long dark braid that projected from beneath Darcy’s cowl. “Now, my dear,” he said as he pulled her toward his erection. “It’s time to earn your freedom.”

“I…I… mmmppphh!” Darcy had been about to suggest that the impressive phallus was much too large to fit into her mouth when Von Stern forced the glans of his penis between her lips.

“Gently now,” the villain cautioned. “And no biting. That would void our agreement.”

“Mmmmmm,” Darcy’s mouth was too full of throbbing German to respond. Slowly he eased his way into her mouth, making sure that her pouting lips caressed every inch of his thick phallus. It filled her mouth so completely that she had trouble drawing breath.

“Ahhhh!” Von Stern gasped. “That’s it. Now suck it hard.” He pulled Darcy’s head forward, driving to the back of her throat.”

Darcy fought back her gag reflex and did as instructed. Von Stern began to pant heavily as she stimulated him. “Oh god, that’s good,” he groaned. “I think you were wasted as a crimefighter. You should have taken up a career in porn.”

Darcy’s only reply was a slurp as she bobbed her head in obedience to Van Stern’s will. Only a few hours ago she had been a proud heroine dispensing justice, now she was little better than a street whore. It was a lesson she resolved not to forget. From now on she would exercise more caution in her pursuit of criminals. That was provided Von Stern kept his word, of course. She was mortified by the act she was performing, but didn’t have much choice. Von Stern could have easily forced her to carry out what she was doing had she refused. This way there was a slight chance he might let her go.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud grunt from Von Stern. With surprising force he exploded into her mouth, forcing seminal fluid from the corners of her lips. She tried to pull away, but he held her there. “Swallow it,” Von Stern ordered. “All of it.”

Darcy swallowed, almost choking on the huge volume of ejaculant. Being forced to take the crime boss’s vile cream was almost as bad as having to suck him, but her choice was limited. It was either satisfy him or face the prospect of being gang raped.

She sat back, her chest heaving and white slime dripping from the corners of her mouth. She licked her lips and then spat. “Now,” she said. “Complete your part of the bargain. Let me go.”

“I’m not satisfied,” he replied with a grin. “I’m afraid that voids our agreement.”

“But you promised…” Darcy began. She wasn’t really all that surprised. But she had secretly hoped that Von Stern might live up to his part of the bargain.

“I promised to let you go if you satisfied me. And just to make sure you know that I keep my word I had the conversation recorded.” He picked up a remote control and used it to turn on a large screen television bolted to one wall. He pressed the play button and Darcy saw a replay of Von Stern leading her into the room. He played back the entire degrading scene, stopping to review the part about being satisfied twice.”

“You bastard,” she said. “That’s not fair. Nothing I would have done would have satisfied you. There is no way I could keep my part of the bargain.”

Von Stern laughed uproariously. “You didn’t really think I would let you go so easily did you? You’ve got a fine pair of lips and that tongue of yours is first class, but I’ve had better blow jobs from a ten dollar whore.”

Darcy’s head slumped. No, she hadn’t really believed that Von Stern would let her off. She had further degraded herself and was no closer to escaping.

“On your feet,” Von Stern said. He had risen from the chair and was pulling Darcy’s long braid, forcing her to get up.

“You coward,” she said. “You’d never dare face me if my hands were free.”

“Name calling won’t get you anywhere, Black Scorpion. It just adds to the punishment you will endure.”

“Punishment? For what? I’ve done nothing to you.”

“Oh, but you have, Black Scorpion. Your one woman campaign has cost me millions. And now I am going to get my money’s worth out of you.”

Von Stern led Darcy back to the table. Returning her to her original position he secured each of her ankles to one corner of the table, removing the tether around her ankles as he did so. She was now lying on the table, supported by her elbows with her legs forced apart. She watched Von Stern as he finished tying her. What would be his next move?

She gasped in surprise when the villain touched a lever at the end of the table and it began to divide, spreading her legs even wider as it did so. She grunted in discomfort as the table continued to fold back until her legs were stretched parallel to her shoulders. The lips of her vulva parted, allowing Von Stern a perfect view of what she was sure would be his next objective. Desperately she tired to think of some way to escape what appeared to be the inevitable. Surely there must be something she could say to delay the arch criminal.

“Look,” she said. “Maybe we can make a deal. I’ve got something you can use.”

“And what might that be other than your body?” Von Stern returned.

“My Scorpion Sting. I can help you with the technology. It would be worth a fortune. You just have to let me go.” She was lying, of course, Darcy had no idea of how the ring worked or even if it could be duplicated, but it was the only thing she could think of.

Von Stern nodded. “That is an excellent suggestion. I will add it to the ways you are going to pay for your interference.”

“But I can’t show you how it works if you don’t let me go,” Darcy protested.

“I think you’ll tell me eventually. Fucking you isn’t the only sort of punishment I had in mind.”

Darcy felt a cold chill ripple down her spine and into her stomach. Von Stern’s words were matter-of-fact, but they promised her something much worse than rape. “No, please,” she panted as Von Stern began to fumble with his belt.

“Surely he can’t have another erection already,” she thought. “It’s only been fifteen minutes.”

It turned out that he didn’t, but Von Stern continued to undress anyway, until he was as nude as she was. Then he moved between her legs and leaning over her body began to work her over with his mouth and hands.

Darcy grimaced as Von stern kissed her neck and jaw. He avoided her lips, which was just as well as Darcy had decided that she was going to bite his tongue off. He worked his way to her ears, teasing the lobes with his teeth and then working slowly lower. Reaching her breasts he sucked both of her nipples erect and bit down on each one, eliciting a gasp of pain from his helpless captive.

“Bastard,” Darcy muttered again. She twisted her torso trying to somehow dislodge him, but her position was helpless. Almost like a lover he worked his way over her body, his tongue exploring everywhere, including her navel her thighs, and finally the supersensitive region between her thighs. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out as his tongue flicked over her clitoris and his teeth bit gently on the tender bud, sending a sudden shock through her body. Then he probed between the lips of her vulva, burying his face in her loins. She shuddered at this invasion of her most private place, but it was just the prelude to a much more brutal incursion.

Van Stern suddenly stood up, allowing Darcy to seer that his impressive male member had returned to its former glory. He parted the lips of her labia with two fingers and partly penetrated her vagina. “A tight one,” Von Stern murmured. “You apparently don’t get out much.”

“You filthy bastard,” Darcy raged. “Don’t touch me.”

“Still got some fight, Black Scorpion?” the arch criminal jeered. “We’ll see how long that lasts.”

“Let me go,” Darcy moaned. She was panting in fear as Von Stern fondled her. This was not supposed to happen to the premier heroine in the City of Angels.

Von Stern placed his hands on her slender waist, bracing himself. “Oh please no,” Darcy whimpered as Von Stern began to move forward.

“Enjoy this, slut,” Von Stern replied. “This is what you get for running around dressed like a whore.”

Darcy stared in horror as he prepared to take her. His huge organ was fully erect and angled at forty-five degrees as he moved between her thighs. “This might hurt a bit, whore,” Von Stern leered. “I’m not using any lubricant.”

“You bastard,” Darcy cried. “Stop! Stop! Unnggh!” She grunted as Von Stern penetrated her. He took her hard, driving deep within her unprepared love canal and spitting her on his thick shaft. After her initial cry, Darcy made no sound other than that of her laboured breathing as the villain pleasured himself. Repeatedly Von Stern thrust into her. The pain and humiliation brought tears to her yes, but she refused to cry out or beg him to stop. He wouldn’t have anyway, and she had already been shamed enough.

She whimpered as he squeezed her breasts and cruelly twisted her nipples. And finally cried out as he leaned on her and bit down on her left breast. The rape continued for over an hour and Darcy was close to tears by the time Von Stern finally ejaculated within her.

Exhausted from her ordeal she could barely stand as he untied her from the table, but her ordeal was far from finished. Walking her over to the centre of the room he lowered a rope from the ceiling and secured it to the ropes binding her wrists. Then removing the rope around her waist he hauled on the ceiling rope and pulled her arms straight up strapado. Already suffering from what had been done to her, Darcy’s felt a leaden lump of fear in her stomach as she was bent forward.

“Now,” Von Stern said,” inspecting her, “the real training begins. And we will start with the Clancy Gang.”

“Oh no,” Darcy thought. Von Stern went to a wall phone and spoke into it. A few minutes later the members of the gang Darcy had defeated entered the room. The leers on their faces clearly indicated that they knew what was excepted of them.

“Welcome,” Von Stern said as the gang members lined up. “I would like you to meet the newest of my prostitutes. She is a little inexperienced, but I found her a most enjoyable fuck. Have fun with her. Just make sure that she is not physically harmed. I want her in one piece when I return.”

The gang members rumbled their assent. As Von Stern left the room they closed about her. “Well,” said one. “Look what we’ve got here. The Black Scorpion, and she is in a most inviting position. Let’s welcome her to the sex trade.”

Darcy wanted to remain calm, but her nerve broke as the dozen or so gang members closed around her. “Please don’t hurt me,” she begged. “I’m sorry for what I did to you. I’ll never do anything like that again.”

This pathetic response resulted in a roar of laughter from the assembled men. “You bet you won’t, bitch; you’ll be too busy spreading your legs for us to cause any more trouble.”

The man who spoke was Tom Clancy, the leader of the gang. He already had his pants around his ankles. Kicking them off he moved behind Darcy and without ceremony thrust into her exposed vulva.

“Aaahh!” Darcy could not hold back a cry. Von Stern had really worked her over. The pulsing walls of her love canal were already sore and Clancy’s deep thrust abraded her further. Gripping her hips to hold her still he pounded into her until she writhed in pain, her heavy breasts bouncing with the impact of his attack. Within minutes Clancy reached orgasm, but there were plenty of others waiting to take his place. His brother Barney was next, followed by George, then Patrick, and finally by the other non-related members of the gang.

Darcy lost track after awhile. The gang rape deteriorated into one long hideous and painful ordeal as she was raped raw while being brutally mauled by the other men. Mindful of Von Stern’s instructions, they did not injure her, but they pinched squeezed her tender flesh, leaving her so badly bruised that even a slight touch sent lightning stabs of pain through her. She would have begged them to stop except that after the fourth rape one of the watching men got the idea to enter her mouth. By this time Darcy was in too much pain and too exhausted to carry out her idea of biting the man who did it.

Von Stern provided the finishing touch to her first day’s ordeal. He returned about the time the eleventh man took her. Waiting patiently for the man to finish he ordered that the filth be cleaned off her body. This was done by one of the gang members using a hose. The shock of the cold water left her trembling with cold. Then positioning himself behind her, he took her anally.

Darcy had thought she was too tired to scream, but she was wrong. She howled like a banshee as he penetrated her, arching her body against the pain and finally crying brokenly as he finished her off.

“Now, Black Scorpion, you have had an introduction to the sex trade,” Von Stern trumpeted as he pulled up his pants. “I’m going to let you rest now. Later on we will continue your training.”

Darcy hung her head and fought to control her sobs. She wasn’t broken yet, but how long could she withstand such brutal treatment before she did everything Von Stern asked of her? Barely able to walk, she allowed herself to be led away.

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