The Adventures of the Jade
Dragon
Episode
6
Chapter
3 Sticky
Business
At first their plight seemed
ridiculous, more like a joke than any sort of threat, but then they found
out just how deadly it was. The
sticky goo was deep enough to drown them and no
amount of strength or agility could overcome
it. Even Nova was
helpless. Her tremendous physical
powers were wasted as she thrashed about in the viscous
goop. The harder she tried to
escape, the more stuck she became.
Strength counted for nothing.
Try as she might, she could not extricate herself from the sugary
mess.
For the Jade Dragon, it was even worse.
She did not have Nova’s enormous powers of
endurance. She was strong, but
swimming in the molasses was exhausting, and soon she was completely played
out. Fortunately, the sickly
sweet substance was so dense, that she could not sink far into it, but neither
could she escape. Finally, she
gave up and just tried to keep her head
up. Eventually, Nova followed
suit, and both women waited for events to unfold.
They didn’t have long to wait.
A light flicked on above them and a diminutive figure strode out onto
a catwalk. It was the Mad
Russian. The gnome-like scientist
leered down at them. A henchman
armed with a Thompson submachine stood beside
him. “Greetings Jade Dragon
and Nova. Do you like my little
flytrap? I designed it especially
for you.”
The two heroines glared up at him, wondering what the evil Russian had planned
for them. They knew whatever
he had in mind would not likely be very
pleasant.
“What is the matter? Stuck
for a reply?” Retinoff stopped
to giggle wildly at his bad pun.
Then he continued. “I
expect you want out of the pit. I
have a mind to just leave you there for
awhile. Have you ever seen what
happens to flies that are caught on
flypaper? Eventually they just
dehydrate and dry out into husks. I
wonder if that is what would happed to you.”
Nova and the Jade Dragon knew that Retinoff was just tormenting
them. It was part of his personality
that he liked to gloat over his victims.
But they knew his threats were
empty. Perhaps he would let them
die in the molasses, but not right away.
He was too perverted for that.
He would have something far more humiliating and painful planned for
them than a simple bath in treacle.
As if annoyed at their silence, Retinoff
frowned. “I think it is
time we got down to business. I
will start with Nova.”
The heroine looked up at him expectantly, a coldness in her
stomach. She knew what the dwarflike
doctor was going to ask before he even opened his
mouth.
“Take off your costume, Nova.
And show me where you have hidden your magical stone this
time.
Do it now, or I will ask Fritz here to pick
apart the Jade Dragon a little bit at a
time.”
Nova’s worst fears were realized.
The humiliation was about to
begin. Retinoff was going to
force her to strip. If she did
not, her helpless friend would be ripped apart by the merciless bullets of
Fritz’s Tommy gun.
“You are stalling, Nova.
Do it now or Fritz starts
shooting.” He nodded toward
the thug, who directed the muzzle of the Tommy gun toward the helpless figure
of the Jade Dragon.
Natassia took a deep breath. She
removed her cowl, allowing her long raven tresses to spill
free. Swallowing, she reached
behind her and pulled down the zipper at the back of her
costume. A delighted giggle from
Retinoff told her that the mad scientist was enjoying the spectacle
immensely.
With great reluctance Natassia continued her
striptease. Bit by bit she eased
her costume from her body. First
the top, then her boots, followed by the leggings, until she was stripped
down to her white bra and panties.
Now Retinoff could see the ornamental belt containing the Dragon’s
Eye. The blazing green stone
shone with a light all its own. It
was the source of her power. She
had tried wearing in various places and finally settled on keeping it under
her costume. Too often in the
past, the stone had been torn loose from her, rendering her
mortal. Keeping it around her
waist, next to her skin and hidden from sight, turned out to be the best
way of preserving it from accidental
loss.
“Remove the stone, Nova. And
throw it up here.”
Natassia hesitated. Retinoff
signaled with his hand, a single round was fired from the Tommy gun was fired
into the goo next to Sun Lin’s
foot. Molasses splattered into
the air. Resignedly, but with
deadly fear in her heart, Natassia undid the belt and with a flick of her
wrist tossed the gem toward Retinoff.
She felt her power drain away.
She was now helpless before her
captor. Retinoff could do anything
he wanted with her.
“Thank you, my dear,” said the evil
doctor. “Now Jade Dragon,
it is your turn. Remove your
costume or Fritz will shoot Nova.”
Sun Lin had expected exactly such a
request. What else would the
little pervert want? She glanced
at Natassia with a feeling of hopelessness, and slowly began to
strip.
It took her longer than her friend.
She was more deeply mired in the treacle than Nova and lacked her
tremendous strength. Retinoff
drooled his appreciation as she struggled in the sticky
mess. She finally shrugged out
of the last of her costume and lay back in the molasses to await her
fate.
Retinoff licked his lips. Only
a few feet away were the almost naked bodies of two of the most beautiful
women in the world. They were
certainly the most attractive females Retinoff had ever
seen. Even covered with the sticky
mess he had trapped them in, their physical attributes were
obvious.
Both women were tall, and long limbed.
There was not an excess ounce of fat on their supple, well-muscled
bodies. In later years, they
would have made good cover girls for some fitness
magazine. The Jade Dragon’s
perfect skin was darker in complexion than
Nova’s. She was an oriental
goddess, with waist-length, jet-black hair and unusual emerald eyes that
burned like green fire. Her
breasts were large for an Asian, about the size of large grapefruits, and
were perfect in their symmetry.
They were so firm, that they hardly needed the support of a
brassiere.
Nova’s beauty rivaled that of her
companion. Like the Jade Dragon
her hair was a gleaming black, shimmering
mane. Her eyes were a startling
gray, and seemed to pierce through anyone she looked
at. Physically, even without
the Dragon’s eye, she was a flawless physical
specimen. Her breasts matched
those of the Jade Dragon, both in size and perfection and her flaring hips
and tight derriere gave most men who saw her an
instant erection. Now the evil
Russian had both of the heroines at his
mercy.
“Excellent, my dears,” crooned
Retinoff,
“excellent. Now to
get you out of there, but first a little
precaution.” He produced
two sets of leg irons, and tossed them toward the two
heroines. “Put these on
and then we will pull you up.”
Dutifully, the helpless heroines clamped the leg irons onto each of their
ankles. What choice did they
have? If they wanted out of the
sticky trap they had to do as they were
told. Retinoff clapped his hands
and several more men came out onto the
catwalk. A rope was tossed into
the pit and Sun Lin grabbed hold of it.
The men at the top took up the strain and soon she was pulled clear
of the molasses.
She was not pulled all the way out,
however. As soon as she was within
a couple of feet of the top the men stopped pulling her
up. A man leaned over the edge
with a pair of handcuffs.
“Hold out your wrist, Jade
Dragon. And remember any lack
of cooperation and Nova will be shot full of
holes.”
The shackle clicked into place. The
process was repeated with her other wrist and then she was hauled up on the
catwalk. Immediately, several
men lay hold of her and linked a chain from her handcuffs to the shackles
at her ankles. Then, one man
on each side, she was led away. Now
it was Nova’s turn, and the process was repeated
exactly. Powerless without the
mystical gem, the tall, beautiful heroine found herself being led after the
Jade Dragon.
The two heroines shuffled into a long
corridor. The guards prodded
them toward the far end of it.
Retinoff followed for a few feet and then stopped and opened a door
they had just passed. “Get
them cleaned up and then bring them back
here. I will be waiting with
anticipation.”
The thugs guarding them herded them a few more doors down, and then opened
another door and pushed them into a room.
A row of showers was right in front of
them. One of the men turned on
two of the showers and then motioned them toward the running
water. Despite the fact that
the water was a little cool, both women moved under the running water, allowing
it to wash the molasses from their
bodies. With their hands shackled
by the connecting chain to their feet, they were unable to wash their hair
properly, but one of the men turned up the temperature of the water and made
sure that they stayed under long enough to eliminate any trace of the sticky
trap they had been caught in. The
two women were quite conscious of the eyes of the hoodlums watching them
bathe, but there was noting they could do about
it. All they could hope for is
that their captors would become careless and give them a chance to
escape.
Then, still dripping wet, they were hauled out of the room and back toward
the room where Retinoff was waiting.
The heart rate of both women increased as they neared the doctor’s
lair. What horrible fate did
the brutal little Russian have planned for them this
time?
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