Chapter
3 Defeathering the
Falcon
Sun Lin dragged herself
to her feet. She swayed
unsteadily. Where was
she? The last thing she could
remember was swinging to the roof of one of the city’s skyscrapers,
but now she was clearly in the bell tower of the city’s largest
cathedral. She had also had a
strange dream: one of being abducted and ravaged by a mysterious dark-haired
man. She shook her head trying
to remember. That dream had seemed
so real!
She searched her memory. Exactly
what had happened? She could
remember using her skyhook and rope to swing from the cathedral to the top
of the skyscraper. She recalled
a fluttering sound as a bat flew over her head and then she could remember
nothing else. She put out her
hand on one of the railings surrounding the cathedral’s great bells
and steadied herself. Why was
she so tired? And
cold! Her costume, she now realized,
seemed to be soaked with sweat. And
her body hurt. The tips of her
breasts were very tender and her thighs and pelvic region
ached. She knew that
feeling. With a sense of bewilderment
and dread she realized that almost certainly she had been
raped. But why could she recall
nothing of what had happened to her.
A shaft of light touched her.
Morning! But she could
remember nothing of the last five hours.
Had she had some sort of blackout?
She had heard of such things.
It was best if she got home as quickly as possible before too many
people started moving about. It
was important for a vigilante to maintain her
anonymity.
By now she had recovered much of her
strength. Although still weak
by her standards and very sore, she felt strong enough to move from building
to building. She took out her
skyhook and gained the roof of an adjoining
building. Sure that the grapple
was secure she leaped from the bell tower and swept across to the roof of
the neighboring building. She
moved across the roof and repeated the
process. Thus she moved rapidly
toward her home, the residence of
Zhou Jin, her master,
and teacher of the ancient Chinese art of
Wushu. She
gained the safety of Zhou’s palatial residence without being seen and
went immediately to her room. There
she collapsed into her bed and slept without
undressing.
Sun Lin awakened from a
sleep so deep that it was almost as if she had been
drugged. Someone was banging
on the door. “Sun Lin, Sun
Lin? Are you
there?” She recognized the
voice. It was Suzi Kendall, her
friend and fellow crimefighter.
Wincing she arose and opened the
door.
Suzi’s beautiful face registered surprise, her eyes widening
slightly. “I came over because
I though you might like to work out, but I see that you seem ready for
action. Is there some sort of
emergency?”
Sun Lin realized that she was still dressed as the Jade
Dragon. There was, of course,
no harm in Suzi knowing who she was.
Suzi herself frequently donned her crimson costume and scoured the
city in the guise of the Scarlet Falcon, a superheroine crimefighter like
herself, but it was she knew, rather unusual for her to wear her outfit before
dark.
“No emergency,” Sun Lin
replied. “I was out very
late last night and was so tired that I forgot to take it
off.” She removed her
cowl. Suzi gave her a penetrating
look.
“You do look tired. What
time did you get home?”
“About
“You might consider taking the night off,” said Suzi, taking Sun
Lin’s arm. “You might
be coming down with something.”
“So true,” came a voice from behind
them. It was Master
Zhou. Both women bowed to the
elderly Chinese master as he approached.
“You stay up too late and do not leave enough time for
training. You have not yet reached
enlightenment. There are many
more years of study to go. Tonight
you stay and rest. Tomorrow we
train.”
Sun Lin bowed. She would never
consider defying her master, and she did feel quite exhausted, despite the
seven hours of sleep she had just had.
Suzi was ushering her toward the
bathroom. “I think you must
have caught a cold. Take a war
bath and then drink one of those mysterious Chinese herbs you are always
telling me about and get some more sleep.
I will do your patrol tonight.
I’ll go with Kyla.”
Sun Lin nodded. She did not feel
like she had a cold, but did feel completely
drained. Also her body was still
very sore. That worried
her. How could she not remember
being raped? And who had done
it?
“Suzi,” she began and then
stopped. It all seemed so
ridiculous. She couldn’t
have been raped. There must be
some other explanation. Lamely
she concluded her sentence.
“Goodbye. I’ll
do as you say. I really do feel
tired.” Suzi gave her a
strange look, but nodded and left the room, closing the door after
her.
Sun Lin stripped off her costume.
It was damp with sweat, and she threw it into a laundry hamper for
the maid to deal with. Standing
in front of a full length mirror in the bathroom, she carefully, she checked
herself out. She felt a cold
feeling in her stomach. Her breasts
were very sore and mottled with dark
bruises. Her pelvic region pounded
with pain. She felt as if she
had been reamed out with a jackhammer.
The inside of her thighs was black and blue and a small trickle of
blood flowed from her throbbing vulva.
She had very clearly been raped, but she had absolutely no recollection
of such a psychologically devastating
incident. She would have to discuss
the matter with Master Zhou, but first she was going to
bathe.
She turned the taps on her large tub and as she waited for it to fill she
sat in the water and examined herself more
closely. One part of her left
breast was especially sore. Just
above the areola were two tiny puncture
wounds. It was almost as if someone
had jabbed something into it just above the
nipple. “This is strange,”
she muttered. “I must consult
with the Master.” She lay
back in the perfumed water and tried to
relax. Slowly pushed her finger
between the tender lips of her vulva.
A sick feeling came over her.
Suddenly in sprite of the warmth of the water she felt very
cold. Her hymen was
gone. She had indeed been
raped. She thought immediately
of Suzi and Kyla. They were
patrolling in her place tonight.
What if her friends and companions were heading into a
trap?”
Suzi eased off on the throttle of her motorcycle and let the vehicle
coast. She was just across from
the Great Cathedral of Metro City.
“This is where Jade was patrolling last night,” she
mused. “I had better keep
a sharp eye out. I think something
strange happened to her last night.”
She checked her sidearm. She
had taken to carrying a Browning semi-automatic
lately. For so long she had gone
armed only with her own inventions.
These had proved deadly, but took quite a bit of skill to
use. The gun seemed more direct,
and she had spent hours practicing in its
use. She knew that the Jade Dragon
eschewed such weapons, but the Oriental heroine was much more proficient
than she was in the martial arts.
Suzi needed some sort of equalizer and she hoped that the firearm
was it. In any case she had added
the gun to her arsenal and felt much more comfortable with
it. The square across from the
cathedral seemed deserted. Feeding
more gas into the engine, she motored across the open space, heading for
the shadows on the other side.
“I wish I had Kyla with me,” she
thought. Her plan to patrol in
the company of the invisible girl had fallen
through. It seemed that Kyla
had a previous commitment. The
girl had offered to come with her tomorrow and Suzi had agreed to
that. In the meantime she had
decided to patrol on her own.
Far above her, on the roof of the Cathedral a pair of yellow eyes watched
her progress. The Count’s
eyes widened slightly.
“Another one,” he
muttered. “How many of these
costumed women are there?”
Quickly his eyes scanned the surrounding
area. There was not a soul in
sight. “Good,” he
thought. There would be no one
to interfere with his pleasure. He
waited until the crimson-clad figure was well within the shadows of the church
and then he swooped.
In the streets far below, Suzi was blissfully unaware of the danger dropping
rapidly toward her. Only at the
last second was she aware of any presence other than her
own. She heard a rushing noise
and experienced a sensation unlike any she had had
before. The hair on the back
of her neck started to rise and then she was lifted bodily into the
air.
“Ooooff!” cried Suzi.
The impact drove the breath from her
lungs. For a few seconds she
was too winded and dazed to realize what was happening to
her. Then she found herself being
lifted high in the air. Feebly
she kicked her feet, but desisted after a few
seconds. Strangely she found
that she was totally without fear.
Something seemed to be invading her
mind. She fought against the
frightening intrusion on her senses even as she was carried high to the cathedral
bell tower. But she was
helpless. Slowly her eyes closed
as the Count suppressed her
consciousness.
Count Rodna deposited his
now limp victim on the stone floor of the bell tower, in the exact spot where
he had taken the Jade Dragon. The
scarlet costumed heroine sprawled like a rag doll on the
flagstones. She was quite oblivious
to her surroundings. Only the
heaving of her magnificent bosom attested to any stress she might have
undergone. The Count licked his
lips, exposing his great fangs. He
could not see the face of the unconscious woman lying at his feet, but the
outline of her majestic body under her skintight costume had great
promise. Bending he placed his
hands on the cowl that covered her head and face, and peeled it
off. “By Satan, I think
I like this city!” he exclaimed.
“I have seen few women who can rival this
one. She is every bit as beautiful
in her own way as the one I had last
night.”
“Ooohh!”
Suzi moaned.
She moved slightly as if on the verge of
awakening.
The count pursed his
lips. “This one seems most
resistant to my mind control.
Perhaps I should further restrain
her. It might be more fun in
any case if she is conscious when I make love to
her.”
He stooped beside the prostrate heroine.
Suzi moaned again and moved her arms and
legs. She was definitely regaining
consciousness. Quickly he removed
her utility belt, and removed a coil of rope that was attached to
it. Grabbing Suzi’s arm
he flipped her onto her belly. She
moaned again. In another minute
or so she would be fully conscious.
The Count made no effort to suppress her
mind. He wanted this one awake
and fully conscious of what was happening to
her.
He detected the thin line that indicated the zipper that closed her costume
from the back. Swiftly he pulled
the zipper down, spreading her costume from her neck to the cheeks of her
shapely buttocks. Next he pulled
her arms behind her, yanked off her gloves, and then peeled the costume from
her arms and torso, baring her to the
waist. Only an overstressed brassiere
remained to hide any of her charms.
He continued the undressing process, pulling off her thigh length
black boots and stripping the rest of her outfit from her
legs. Now for the
rope!
He first bound her wrists, and then with a snap of his fangs severed the
rope. He next tied part of the
remainder about her biceps and then looped several strands about her torso,
both above and under her breasts.
Pulling the rope tight, he effectively pinned her upper arms to her
torso. By this time, Suzi was
almost awake, and beginning to struggle.
He turned her over.
Suzi’s eyelids fluttered.
In a few seconds she would be fully
conscious.
The Count moved back a little from his prize, but kept hold of her
ankles. He had not had time to
study her fully. He had left
her bra and panties on her. He
wanted her to be fully alert when those came
off. She was indeed a splendid
find! She was a tall girl, standing
about five-foot ten inches tall, and was perfectly
proportioned. Her breasts were
large and globular and were barely concealed by her inadequate halter as
they rose and fell in magnificent
splendor. The ropes that crisscrossed
her torso above and below them cut into the soft flesh, further highlighting
their magnificence. Her waist
was amazingly small, and her belly was
flat. Her flaring hips declared
her readiness for breeding and her long well-muscled legs seemed to invite
him to move between them.
Her golden blonde hair was a little more than shoulder length and framed
an exquisitely beautiful face. Her
features seemed very young. He
guessed that she was probably not much more than sixteen or seventeen, but
she was very much a woman. Her
eyebrows were beautifully arched, and her high cheekbones, and full, very
kissable lips completed a picture of almost perfect
beauty.
Suzi opened her eyes. Disoriented,
she at first did not realize her peril.
Then she tried to move and found that she was securely
bound. Only then did she become
aware of the dark figure hovering over
her. She tried to move her feet,
but whoever it was had her ankles held
tight. She strained her eyes
in the darkness, trying to make out her
captor. A shudder ran through
her. Although she could not see
him well, there seemed something inhuman about
him. Then she saw his
eyes. They were like two glowing,
yellow orbs.
“Who…what…are you?” she
stammered.
The dark figure did not reply, but moved slightly, so that his head and shoulders
received the full light of the moon.
Suzi gasped. Whatever
had her did not seem human. She
shivered again. She knew from
her almost naked condition that she was in serious
trouble. There could be only
one reason why her captor had stripped off her
clothes. Then the strange being
smiled and she almost screamed. She
had heard of such creatures and even read stories about them, but had never
supposed that they were real. She
was in the clutches of a vampire!
Count Rodna’s cruel smile widened.
“Ah, my little beauty.
I see that you recognize me for what I
am. I hope you appreciate the
great honor that is about to be done you.
It is not every woman who enjoys the pleasure of making love to a
vampire.”
Suzi opened her mouth to scream, but the Count anticipated her
action. He clamped his hand over
her mouth, and then reaching down to her loins he tore her silken panties
from her and stuffed them into her mouth as a crude
gag. He then tied them in place
with what remained of the rope he had used to tie her
up.
“Mmmmmpphh!”
Suzi protested, but it was no
use. She was bound and gagged;
helpless at the hands of the vampire
count. Desperately she struggled
to escape. A terrible fear clutched
at her guts. When she was fourteen
she had smuggled a book out of the adult section of the Metro City Public
Library. It was Bram Stoker’s
Dracula.
The story had given her
nightmares. Now her nightmares
had become reality. And she was
terrified at what might happen. Her
fear gave her added strength. She
strained at the ropes with all her might, even to the extent of rubbing her
wrists raw, but the Count had done a god
job. There was no give in the
ropes. Despite this, she continued
to struggle, her blue eyes wide with fear and apprehension as the Count unbuckled
his belt and pulled down his pants.
Despite the winter cold her body was covered in
sweat. She was about to be raped
by a monster and there was nothing she could do about
it!
The Count entered her mind
again, reveling in her fear. He
should have taken the Oriental heroine the same
way. The next time he would not
cloud her mind so completely. He
dropped his shorts, revealing his impressive male member, and spread the
legs of the writhing blonde
beauty.
“Mmmmmpppphhh!
Mmmmpppphhh!”
Suzi’s muffled screams emanated from the bell
tower. If anyone had been within
earshot she would certainly have been heard, but there was no one close by
and even if she had been heard, it would have been difficult to rescue her
from so isolated a spot. Her
heart pounded violently in her chest as the vampire settled himself between
her thighs. His distended organ
was only inches from her vulva.
Suzi arched her back, trying desperately to avoid the impending violation,
but the vampire encircled her tiny waist with his hands and drew her to
him. His rigid phallus was now
resting against her vulva. Suzi
was hardly able to believe what was happening to
her. She had been abducted and
raped before, but never by what she considered a mythological monster.
But the vampire did not take her right
away. Instead he was moving his
hands over her body, caressing her, attempting to stimulate her
sexually. Suzi attempted
to resist as best she could, but now she felt the vampire in her mind
again. He was forcing arousal
upon her, assaulting her with his mind.
This double attack was too much for
her. She felt her body
responding. Her breasts began
to enlarge and her nipples became fully
engorged. This was further enhanced
when the vampire swept his hands up her trembling body and slipped her bra
off. The touch of his fingers
on each of her swollen nipples sent her over the
edge. Her vaginal canal was flowing
with sexual lubricants. In spite
of her every effort she was succumbing to the vampire’s
power.
Count Rodna prepared to take her life
force. His victim was responding
perfectly. He had taken partial
control of her mind, leaving just enough of her own consciousness to allow
her to “enjoy” what was happening to
her. He felt her fear and loathing,
and her sexual desire. He knew
that she was terrified by what was happening to her, but fully aroused at
the same time. His already stiff
sex organ hardened and he leaned into
her.
“Another virgin,” exclaimed the
count. It was almost too good
to be true. Withdrawing slightly
he steadied his victim and then plunged into
her.
“Ooommmppphh!”
Suzi cried out as she was
penetrated. She felt her hymen
tear and then he was fully within her.
As she twisted her body in agony, the Count bared his fangs and sank
them into her left breast, just above the
nipple.
“MMMMPPPPPPHHHH!”
What would have
been a scream issued from her gagged
mouth. Her body contorted as
her lifeblood flowed from the twin puncture
wounds. The Count drank deeply,
lapping her blood like a cat, and then satiated, thrust his rod deep within
her.
“MMMMMPPPPHHHH!”
The
Count had penetrated Suzi almost to the full length of his impressive phallus,
forcing her tight vagina to accept him.
It was fortunate that she was well lubricated otherwise the power
of his thrust would have torn her open.
As it was, the pain was
formidable. But the vampire was
just getting started. He withdrew
from her aching love canal and then reentered, this time more
slowly. He began a slow rhythmic
pounding of her nether region, working himself in and out of her in a practiced
manner. As he did so, he caressed
her firm breasts, working the supple flesh though his
fingers.
“Mmmmmmmm!”
Suzi
groaned again, but this time her pain was mixed with
pleasure. The vampire controlled
her mind and now controlled her body.
Unable to stop herself, she began to
respond. Lust overtook her and
her heaving body began to move in harmony with
his. Bound, gagged and helpless,
Suzi endured what seemed like an endless
ordeal. The Count made violent
love to her all night long, departing as he had with the Jade Dragon, just
before dawn. Near the end, the
vampire count took complete possession of Suzi’s mind, suppressing her
memories of what had been done to her.
Only the pain and injuries of her ordeal would remain to remind her
of what had happened.
Suzi awoke naked and shivering in the December
cold. Her costume lay next to
her body and she was alone. It
took her some time to work herself out of the cords that still bound her,
especially in her somewhat enervated
condition. But eventually she
managed to get one of her wrists free and struggle out of the rest of her
bonds. Confused, she dragged
herself to her feet and managed to pull on her
costume. Her body hurt
incredibly. She was covered with
scratches and bruises and her nether region was on
fire. In the back of her mind
was a memory of some sort of horror. But there were no concrete memories
that she could fathom. Barely
able to walk, she stumbled down the stairs of the cathedral tower and made
her way out to the street and back to her
bike. It was lying on its side,
but she managed to right it and climb into the
saddle. She headed for Master
Zhou’s home. She needed
his help. She knew that something
terrible had happened to her and wanted to find out
what. Somehow she knew that the
Oriental Master would be able to help her.
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