The Adventures of Star
Eagle
Episode 2
by L'Espion
Chapter
3
Stetsman
Rod Stetsman blew a kiss to the officer who had just handed him his belongings. It had taken his lawyer longer to arrange his bail than had been anticipated. He had been stuck in jail for three days. Fortunately, he had plenty of money to afford such high-priced help. Morrison had been a bit slow in catching him with his hand in the cookie jar. He was certainly grateful to the mysterious heroine who had been instrumental in saving his life. He also wanted to have another look at her. Ever since he had seen her tied down on the pallet, seemingly helpless and about to be brutally violated he could not get her out of his mind. He just had to see her again, preferably in the same helpless position, and he thought he had just the way to arrange that.
He paused on the bottom step and his eyes widened a little. Across the street was a face that he recognized. “What is it?” asked his lawyer, noticing Stetsman’s intense stare.
“Oh, nothing. Just spotted someone I know.” He grinned. He was out of jail and had just spotted someone who might make his life a lot easier. The world seemed to be smiling on him today.
Lubaya checked out the view from the balcony of her twentieth floor apartment. It was certainly much more impressive than the brick wall her tenement had looked out on. She felt a bit guilty about leaving her old neighbourhood. She somehow felt that she had an obligation to be there and protect it. After all, not all of the people who lived in the slum were criminals. Most were hard-working members of the lower class, struggling to survive and make their way out of the poverty-stricken lifestyles that were stuck in. But she had to admit that her new apartment was a much better place for her mother. She would be safe here when Lubaya went on her night time patrols. She had always worried about her mother when she had been away; now she no longer feared for her safety.
She had no doubt about where the money had come from. Almost certainly Karla and Star Eagle had given it to her. It had been quite a shock when she had gone to the bank to update her passbook and found that someone had deposited $100,000 into her account. Her financial worries were over. At least for awhile. Even more importantly, she no longer had to hold down a part time job to survive. She could focus all of her talents on her crime-fighting career. Now it was time to leave.
She had received a tip from one of the contacts she maintained at Channel 14. Something was rumored to be going down tonight. It was in a rather unusual location, however, at an old farmhouse on the edge of town. It was a part of the world that she didn’t know much about. She had never been out in the country being born and bred in the city. However, now that she had the money she had bought a modest car. It would get her close to where she wanted to be and she could go the rest of the way on foot. After that she would see. With any luck this would be the biggest crimefighting coup of her career.
Stetsman waited in the old barn. It had been pure luck that led him to exit the city jail at precisely the same time that the tall black girl had walked into the offices of Channel 14. There was no mistaking that face and figure, although she certainly looked different with clothes on. He had discovered by pure chance where the superheroine worked. It took him only a short time to find out her secret identity and hatch out the plan to trap her. With any luck the false lead he had planted would lead the heroine called Simba right to him. And this time he would not be tied helplessly to a pallet. This time he would be able to give her a proper welcome. Everything was in place. A dozen cars were parked outside. It would make it look as if a meeting was going on. The faint light of the propane lantern would serve to guide her right to him, and then he had a little surprise planned for her. At least he hoped it was a surprise. If he was wrong then it would be him who got the surprise. He took a deep breath. There was only one way to find out. He moved into a dark corner and settled down to wait.
Lubaya moved stealthily among the parked cars. Surprisingly there was no one outside guarding them. Apparently the crime bosses who owned them were so confident of the secrecy of their meeting that they had not taken even the most elementary of precautions. From inside the building a dim light gleamed. Cautiously she moved toward it. She was confident of her abilities, but had no desire to be spotted first. She had no special protection against bullets. Using her power depended on seeing the criminals before they saw her.
It took her a few minutes to work her way to the door of the building. It seemed like a strange place for a meeting of criminal masterminds. It was nothing more than an old barn. But perhaps that was why they had chosen it. Who would expect a major criminal transaction to be taking place in such a dilapidated rural building? She stopped outside the door. From inside she could hear the sound of voices. She couldn’t make out what was being said, but she had it on good authority that a major drug exchange was taking place inside.
Something, however, did not seem quite right. There was no point in taking any chances. Moving down the side of the building she worked her way around to the back. There was no point in walking right into a trap. She had already done that once and had no wish to repeat the experience. As she had hoped there was another door on the other side. Slowly she eased it open, and moving silently she slid into the dark interior.
She had no trouble finding her way. The dim light and the voices guided her directly toward the secret meeting. There was just one door between her and the room where the discussion was taking place. She placed her ear to the door and listened. Almost immediately she realized that something was wrong. What she was listening to sounded like no more than an ordinary radio broadcast. A few more seconds confirmed her suspicions. Something was certainly wrong. She pushed the door open and entered an empty room.
On a box in the middle of the room was a battery operated boom box. A single propane lantern hung from a rafter throwing a flickering light about the room. Other than that it seemed entirely empty. She scanned the room nervously. She had been set up, but why? The situation had all the earmarks of a trap, but she seemed to be completely alone. Alert for any sign of danger she walked into the middle of the room.
“Welcome Simba. We meet again.”
Lubaya almost jumped out of her skin as a tall thin man emerged from the shadows. She recognized him at once. It was the thug Morrison had been torturing in his warehouse and he was holding a gun on her.
She placed her hands on her hips. This was too easy. “Lower the gun. I won’t ask you more than once.”
“I don’t think so, Simba. You are my prisoner, and I intend to keep you that way.”
Alarms went off in Lubaya’s head. The thug was acting as if he was in charge. Since he clearly knew who she was, he should have been trembling, but he was acting as if she was the one who was trapped. She could sense no reason for his overconfidence. It was time to teach him who was really in charge. She raised her fingers. A small jolt should put him in his place.
Electricity surged from her fingertips, but not the bolts of lightning she had expected. Instead she managed only a few pitiful sparks. Strangely the radio suddenly stopped playing as if the batteries had just gone dead.
The thug laughed nervously. “That’s a relief. I wasn’t really sure that my theory was correct. It is most gratifying to find out that I was right.”
“Wh… What do you mean?” Lubaya stammered. The inexplicable loss of her powers had left her unnerved.
“You mean you don’t know? You are as stupid as you are beautiful. Your powers are clearly implemented by draining another source of electricity. Didn’t you notice that every time you used them that the lights dimmed? It was immediately apparent to me. That’s why I lured you out here. There isn’t a source of electricity within a couple of miles and I doubt that your powers reach that far. You’re mine, babe and you are going to do exactly as I say.”
Lubaya was devastated. How could she have bee so stupid? She had been using her powers for half her young life and it had never occurred to her that she depended upon an external source of electricity for her powers. She had noticed that the lights dimmed every time she used them, but had not drawn any conclusions from that fact. It seemed so obvious now. She felt like a complete fool. More to the point, however, she was now looking down the barrel of a gun and had no weapon to defend herself. Except one. She was a fourth degree black belt in Tae-kwon-do. All she had to do was get close enough to the thug who menaced her and she could still win.
Stetsman tossed a set of handcuffs onto the crate where the now defunct radio sat. “Put these on. Secure them behind your back.”
“Go to hell,” Lubaya said defiantly.
“Would you rather I put a bullet through your leg and then handcuffed you? You’re not exactly in a strong bargaining position. He lowered the barrel of his gun slightly so that it was pointed at Lubaya’s thigh. The slight movement gave Lubaya the opening she needed.
She partially turned as if in compliance and then converting her motion into a spin kick her foot flashed out with lighting speed. Stetsman’s gun flew across the barn. Stunned by the unexpected turn of events the gangster retreated. Lubaya gave him no chance to recover, coming out of her spin and then driving straight into him. Her foot smashed him in the chest, hammering him against the wall. She heard the air being driven out of his lungs. A single blow had placed him at her mercy.
“Now who’s stupid?” she gloated. Grabbing him by his lapels she hauled the gasping thug to his feet.
“Uunngghhh!” The pain was incredible. Staggering back she let the thug drop, her attention diverted by the agonizing pain shooting through her thigh. A wave of nausea washed over her. Fighting the urge to be sick she glanced down and swayed woozily. Protruding from the inside of her right thigh was the haft of a knife. She fought for balance, unable to stand, and then the man she thought was beaten laid into her.
Stetsman drove his fist into the solar plexus of the swaying heroine and followed it with a left cross to her jaw. That was all it took; the blow straightened her up and laid her out. He gave her no chance to recover, pouncing on her and forcing her hands behind her back. With a satisfying “click” the handcuffs snapped into place.
“Stupid huh?” growled Stetsman. Well I just won the fight and I didn’t use any of that martial arts shit. You might know how to handle yourself in a gym, but in the real world anything goes.”
Lubaya did not reply. The pain in her thigh was excruciating. That coupled with the blow to the jaw had left her barely conscious. She was not even aware of what the thug was doing as she lay helpless on the floor of the barn.
Stetsman did not bother to remove the knife. He suspected that if he did she would bleed like a stuck pig and he did not want her passing out or dying from loss of blood. He had other plans for her. He would have to do something about the wound though. Kneeling beside her he removed his belt and tightened it around her thigh, just above the protruding knife. That would keep her from bleeding too much. Then gripping the haft tightly he slowly pulled it out.
The heroine screamed in pain, but as he had expected she did not bleed much. That was good. Now he would tend to the wound and then have a little fun with her.
Lubaya panted in agony. She was fully conscious now and in exquisite pain. She cried out as the thug lifted her and draped her body across the wooden crate that supported the radio. She couldn’t move her arms as they were pinioned behind her by the handcuffs. Face down she could only lie helplessly as the thug began to undress her.
“No!” she gasped as she felt him cut through the material that covered her beautifully rounded backside, but the thug’s only reply was a low chuckle. She remembered who he was now. She had read his name in the papers the day after he had been taken into custody. “Please, Stetsman. Stop what you are doing. I can’t harm you.”
Stetsman’s replied with another chuckle and a retort. “Oh, you remember my name now do you? That’s flattering. But you’ve got it wrong. It’s Mister Stetsman to you and don’t you forget it.”
“Yes, Mr. Stetsman. Please don’t take my clothes off.”
“Why not? You’ve got a glorious black ass.” He patted her firm right buttock as he spoke. “I’m going to really enjoy screwing it.”
“Oh please no, Mr. Stetsman. Don’t do this. Ransom me. I’ve got friends who will pay you money.”
Lubaya was begging for her life and her honour. The loss of her powers and the painful knife wound had taken most of the fight out of her. She was now just a helpless frightened girl, her superheroine confidence shattered. Her abject behaviour was humiliating, but she was too terrified to act any other way.
“Not such a high and mighty superheroine now are you? Just a little black bitch at the mercy of her master. Well, I have no intention of ransoming you to anyone. I think you are worth much more alive to me than just a little ransom money.”
“What do you mean?” Lubaya gasped. Stetsman had stripped off her boots and the lower part of her costume, leaving her scanty panties the only protection for her ripe loins.
Stetsman did not answer. Lubaya winced as he tightened a bandage made from her own costume around the wound in her thigh. The elastic material served well, providing tension and stemming the flow of blood. “There,” he said finally. “That should do it. Now to get down to business.”
“What are you going to do?” Lubaya quavered. “Please let me go.” She felt Stetsman attached a length of rope to the chain connecting her handcuffs and then she felt it tighten.
“Aaahhh!” she cried as the rope tightened and forced her hands straight up, strapado. “Stop!” she screamed as she was slowly hoisted toward the ceiling, her agonized arms carrying her full weight.
Stetsman laughed and kept on hoisting. The pulley squealed as the rope was pulled through it.
“Oh, please put me down,” Lubaya begged. “You’re tearing my shoulders apart.” The pain became more and more excruciating as she was heaved upward, her arms supporting her full weight as her feet were pulled clear of the floor. She dangled six inches off the floor, her arms wrenched up behind her in an unbelievably painful position. She could hardly breathe as the unnatural position of her arms made taking a breath incredibly painful, but it was about to get much worse.
“Now you black bitch,” said Stetsman, “it’s about to get interesting.”
“No!” Lubaya cried in protest as he began to remove the top portion of her costume one bit at a time.
He started with her cowl, stripping it off and allowing her thick heavy tresses to spill forward over her shoulders. Even etched with pain her dazzling features were almost unnaturally beautiful. What was it about superheroines that made them so exotically gorgeous? It was almost as if they were from another world. That was a thought. Wouldn’t it be interesting if they were? He shrugged. There was no way of finding out anything about that unless the heroine he was undressing revealed it to him. It would make for an interesting question and answer session. But that was for later. Right now he wanted something more immediate. He placed the knife at the top of her costume and began to cut through the elastic material.
“Please no,” Lubaya begged as Stetsman slit her costume from neck to waist and then cut through the material covering her arms. She was now clad only in her sheer black bra and panties. The thin material hid very little of her exquisite charms.
“Incredible,” said Stetsman surveying Lubaya’s honey brown body. “This is going to be a real pleasure.” With a quick flick of the knife he cut through the straps of her bra allowing her perfect tear-shaped breasts to swing free.
“Oh God,” Lubaya moaned as Stetsman lifted each of her heavy globes. Despite the pain she tried to strike out at him with her uninjured leg. The movement sent a brutal wave of pain surging through her tortured limbs.
“Naughty naughty,” chided Stetsman. “I’m going to have to show you who’s boss.” He released the rope suspending her from the ceiling, lowering her to the wooden crate. Lubaya gasped as the pressure on her arms was relieved. The pain of being suspended had been agonizing. But her relief was short-lived. Now Stetsman revealed what he intended to do to her. Lubaya watched in horror as he began to strip.
It was a warm night. Stetsman did not mind the cool air on his skin as he disrobed. He was far more interested in watching the face of the helpless heroine as he revealed her fate.
“Oh please don’t,” Lubaya begged. “Let me go. I won’t tell anyone about you. You can get away. I promise not to interfere with your operations.” She tried to free herself, but Stetsman had secured the rope so that it acted as a tether. The best she could do was shift herself to the edge of the crate.
Her pleading was in vain. Stetsman revealed his manhood. He was fully erect and larger than anything Lubaya had expected. The pictures of the male organ she had seen in Sex Ed had not prepared her for the sight of a fully aroused penis.
“Now you black bitch. I’m going to have me some black pussy.” Stetsman moved toward her. Desperately Lubaya kicked out, but the effort sent waves of pain shooting through her injured thigh. Almost fainting she was helpless to stop the thug as he seized her ankles and forced her thighs apart.
Lubaya screamed in terror. “No! No! No!” And then she cried out in fear as Stetsman stepped between her legs and placed the tip of his thick phallus against the sensitive lips of her vulva. “Oh please no!” Lubaya begged. She twisted her body in spite of the acute pain that shot through her injured thigh. She was trembling in fear and pain, her milk chocolate skin covered with a thin sheen of sweat.
Stetsman himself was breathing heavily. He was more exited than he had ever been. The heroine lay before him her magnificent bosom heaving. Her dark nipples stood fully erect. He reached toward her and took each of the ebony buds between his thumb and forefinger. He twisted them slowly watching her face as she endured the brutal humiliation.
Lubaya tried one more time. “Please stop,” she pleaded. “You don’t have to do this. You’ve beaten me. Please let me go. I promise not to harm you.” She finished with a gasp as Stetsman closed his hands tightly over her breasts and squeezed down hard.
“Sorry sister,” he sneered. “But I’ve got what I want right here.” He tightened his grip squeezing the malleable flesh of Lubaya’s breasts through his fingers.
Lubaya winced in pain. She was almost quivering in terror. Her dreams of being a heroine had been shattered. She had been tricked and captured with ease and now faced the most dreaded of superheroine fears and there seemed to be nothing she could do to save herself.
Stetsman wrenched her thighs apart. “Now for some black pussy,”
“NO!” Lubaya shrieked. Absolutely terrified, her cry was earsplitting.
“God damn it,” Stetsman swore.
“There’s nothing wrong with your
lungs.” Much as he would
have liked to listen to her terrified cries as he raped her he decided that
it was in the best interest of his ears to gag
her. Without moving he ripped
her flimsy panties from her loins.
Balling them up, he stuffed them into her mouth and tied them in place
with a strip cut from her costume.
“Mmmmpphh!” Lubaya protested. She could hardly breath. Stetsman had stuffed her panties partway down her throat. Almost overwhelmed by the terror of the moment she was close to fainting, her chest rising and falling rapidly and her entire body quivering in fear.
She was almost ready now. Stetsman spread her again, forcing the lips of her vulva to part. “Nice and pink in there I see,” the thug jibed. Using his fingers he explored the entrance to her pleasure valley.
“A virgin,” he crowed. “A fucking virgin. This is going to be even more fun than I thought.”
“Mmmmpphh! Mmmppphhh!” Lubaya’s muffled cries intensified as Stetsman pressed his rigid shaft against her narrow cleft.
“MMMMPPPHH!!” He penetrated her vulva easily, but her tight vagina resisted entry. She was completely dry, her vaginal juices refusing to flow in anticipation of sex. The rape was slow and painful and beneath the gag she screamed continuously.
Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as Stetsman ravished her. Lubaya had never expected such pain and humiliation in her role as a superheroine. She had always understood that there was danger, but she never expected such complete and brutal subjugation. Stetsman’s penis invaded her, ripping apart her sacred well of pleasure. Each thrust was unbelievably painful and shook her entire body. She screamed until she was too hoarse to make a sound, weeping piteously until he finally reached orgasm.
The heroine’s suffering gave Stetsman added
pleasure. He would show the black
bitch what happened to women who went up against
him. Pulling back from her he
wiped off his dripping penis and pulled his clothes back
on. Then he returned to the rope
and hauled the sobbing heroine toward the
ceiling. Removing the box from
beneath her he left her hanging as before and then added a few refinements.
Taking a couple of lengths of rope he secured Lubaya’s legs so that each ankle was tied to one of the supports for the barn roof. Tightening the ropes he spread her legs, leaving her swinging helplessly, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her like ripe melons.
Lubaya whimpered in agony. She was suspended strapado by her wrists, her legs spread. Her injured thigh dripped droplets of blood onto barn floor and throbbed agonizingly. Her vagina felt as if it had been stuffed with hot coals. Ravaged and humiliated she could hardly imagine that things could get any worse.
Stetsman proved her wrong. There was something her had been longing to do ever since he had exposed her magnificent breasts. Taking two lengths of rope he encircled each of her dangling breasts, drawing the rope painfully tight. Then he tied each rope to one of the barn supports, pulling each length tight so that her breasts were pulled outward from her body in the opposite direction from the ropes applying pressure to her legs. Lubaya shrieked in agony. This was true torture, aimed at causing her pain for no other reason than to satisfy Stetsman’s sadistic nature.
Stestsman sat on the crate and watched the heroine struggle. Her anguish was exquisite. Had it not been for the gag the sound of her screams would have been deafening. She was probably very close to breaking, but he just had to have her one more time. It might be enough to push her over the edge. And if it didn’t…? Well, it would still be one hell of a good time. He was fully erect again. It didn’t take much to get him up when he was around women like the young superheroine he was about to rape a second time. Her body was incredible, almost otherworldly in its magnificence. She was the kind of woman it ached to look at. Fucking her was more than just mere pleasure, it was an act of pure ecstasy.
Lubaya rolled her eyes as Stetsman moved behind her. It was obvious from the prominent bulge in his pants what his motive was, but she was helpless to do anything about it. More frightening even than the rape and torture was the feeling of naked vulnerability and the knowledge that the brutal thug could do anything he wanted to her and the there was nothing she could do about it. Superheroines were not used to such a sensation. It was usually they who were in charge. When the roles were reversed the sense of despair was almost overwhelming.
By now she would have promised the villain anything to get him to stop. But painfully bound and gagged she could only make muffled sounds of protest as he prepared to humiliate and torture her once more.
The wooden crate created the perfect platform for Stetsman to carry out his next act. He climbed up on it and positioned himself between the heroine’s splayed legs. His engorged phallus was level with her vulva and he reached out and clamped her thighs preparatory to entering her. Lubaya screamed in fear.
“Not so much of a lioness now are you, bitch?” taunted Stetsman. Then he tightened his grip on her smooth thighs and plunged into her again.
“MMMMPPPHHH!” Lubaya’s shriek of agony could not be entirely muffled by the gag. The tissue lining her vagina had become badly swollen at a result of Stetsman’s first violent intrusion and the pain generated by the second rape was truly incredible. It felt as if Stetsman was probing her with a red hot iron. But her muffled protests had little effect on him other than to excite him even more. He hammered into her with renewed enthusiasm, knowing that every thrust was causing her the most exquisite agony.
Lubaya writhed in torment despite the fact that every movement of her body further tightened the ropes that bound her bulging breasts and threatened to completely dislocate her shoulders. But it was what Stetsman did next that really caused her to thrash uncontrollably.
He raped her for about fifteen minutes, until her blossoming body was lathered like a race horse and then he pulled out of her and changed his target.
“MMMMPPPPPHHHH!” Once again Lubaya’s screech of anguish and horror told him that he was achieving his purpose.
It took considerable effort to penetrate her anus. The tiny button was incredibly small and Lubaya tightened her sphincter to prevent the thug from entering her. But Stetsman simply found the battle to force his way into her that much more pleasurable.
He was well lubricated. The fluid and blood from Lubaya’s vagina greased his thick pole. It was only a matter of time before his superior strength overcame the resistance of the exhausted heroine. He burst into her rectum forcing open the incredibly tight opening and sending a renewed surge of violent pain through the heroine’s body. She bucked like a mule, screaming horribly beneath the gag, and then collapsed into muffled sobbing as he ravished her.
Lubaya’s last reserves of strength fled her body. Never in her most horrible nightmares had she dreamed that she would experience such terrible pain and humiliation. Her vision swam and her body went limp as she was swallowed by oblivion.
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