The Adventures of Star
Eagle
Episode 2
by L'Espion
Chapter
4
“You’ve never been to the ocean before?” Karla asked, watching her friend Melissa dip her toes into the warm water that splashed up on the beach.
“Oh yes, but just the ocean by the Grand Centre docks. I’ve never been to a wild ocean before.”
“Wild ocean,” repeated Karla. “That’s an interesting name for it.” She shifted her curvaceous and scantily clad body to a more comfortable position. It was almost time to get out of the sun. Her redheaded complexion could only take a bit of sunbathing at a time. Melissa on the other hand seemed impervious to the sun’s rays.
“Let’s catch some shade,” Karla said, gathering up her beach towel and sun lotion.
“OK,” relied Melissa. “I’ll just go for one more swim.” Without waiting for an answer she launched herself toward the water landing about thirty feet from the beach.
Karla shook her head. It was
a good thing she and Melissa had booked a hotel room on a rather deserted
island in the
Melissa plunged deep beneath the waves and swam close to the sandy bottom. She had never suspected just how interesting the bottom of the ocean was, even though she had absorbed quite a bit of information on terrestrial oceans from the internet and wildlife shows on TV. There was nothing like the real thing, however, and she found life beneath the waves to be truly fascinating.
“Oohhh,” she thought, "a real starfish." This one had eight arms. It was larger and more brightly coloured than the others she had seen. She gave it a tiny poke enjoying the rough texture of its spiny skin. Then she swam on.
She could stay down for quite extended periods of time. Her breath control was excellent and she didn’t really need to breathe quite as often as a Terran in any case. A slight movement over to her right, however, made her decide to surface. About fifty feet away was a man wearing scuba gear. He was swimming straight for her. It wouldn’t do to give away her secret identity and so she swam for the surface. Breaking water, she headed for the shore using long powerful strokes that propelled her rapidly through the water. Reaching the shallows she got to her feet and splashed toward the shore. Looking back over her shoulder she spotted the probable source of the diver. A few hundred feet offshore was a large yacht. “Hmm,” she murmured. “I hope no one saw me dive in.”
Karla was waiting for her under the shade of several palms, a cool drink in her hand. “See,” the Russian redhead said as Melissa approached, “you shouldn’t show off. Everyone on that boat could have seen you.”
“Perhaps they weren’t looking,” answered Melissa.
“Sure,” replied Karla grinning. “No one would want to look at you.”
Melissa returned the grin. She was literally possessed of an unearthly beauty. Tall, long legged, and full breasted she walked toward Karla with a sinuous grace that immediately attracted the attention of any male that spotted her. Her golden blonde hair fluttered in the wind. She was glad that Karla had convinced her to take a break from her crimefighting career. Vacations she decided were quite nice, and Grand Centre was in good hands. The latest superheroine on the scene, Simba, seemed to be more than holding the criminal element at bay.
Plopping herself down beside Karla she picked up the beverage that Karla had poured for her. She sipped at it, enjoying the sweet taste. “What is this?” she asked. “I quite like it.”
“A pina colada,” Karla answered. “you want another?”
“Yes please,” Melissa answered. Alcohol had no effect on her, a fact that sometimes made Karla quite envious. But there were compensating factors in having a superheroine for a friend. Melissa’s knowledge of the sciences was vast, and she had frequently helped Karla out as she pursued her doctorate in physics. At the same time she was a never ending source of amusement in that although she had studied most Terran customs, she really didn’t understand them very well, and she was quite confused in the area of human relationships. It had been quite impossible so far for Karla to get her to have anything to do with members of the opposite sex.
Perhaps it was due to the fact that Melissa’s only intimate encounter with men had been when, as the superheroine Star Eagle, she had been taken prisoner and brutally tortured and repeatedly raped by members of a criminal gang. Karla certainly couldn’t blame her for avoiding men after that. But Karla suspected that much of Melissa’s reluctance was due to the fact that she did not really understand the exact nature of what went on between men and women. In short, men confused her. There was something in her alien background that simply made it almost impossible for her grasp the nuances of male-female relationships. The fact that Melissa had told Karla she had been hatched from an egg probably had something to do with that.
Karla, however, was persistent. If Melissa was to properly fit into human society and fulfill her role as a superheroine, she had to have a normal sex life, or at least what approached a normal sex life for a superheroine, and that meant meeting men and dating. As a result, she had managed to convince the reluctant Melissa to attend a party in the resort ballroom. Despite the impressive sounding name, the ballroom was really nothing more than a dancehall with a live band and a bar. Karla thought it would be great fun, Melissa wasn’t quite so sure.
Melissa watched Karla spinning madly across the dance floor. She seemed to be perpetually in motion, perhaps fueled by one too many vodka martinis. Love of that particular drink revealed Karla’s Russian background as did her love of dancing. Karla danced like no one else, moving through the crowd like a whirling Dervish. Sometimes it appeared that she was dancing with three or four people at once. It was a most unorthodox style if anything could be considered unorthodox in the early 21st Century.
“Come on, babe, try one of these. It’ll really give you a kick,”
Melissa frowned. The speaker
was a young man called
“Alright, I’ll try one,” she said
finally. Perhaps if she took
one
Melissa nodded. “What are these pills, anyway?”
“Oh just a little something I cooked up to give you a little thrill. Are you feeling anything?”
“Not yet. Perhaps I should have that drink.”
“Sure,” Brad grinned. In spite of his boyish charm he seemed a little perplexed. “What can I get you?”
“A pina colada,” Melissa said immediately.
“Right, said Brad, getting up from the table where he and Melissa were sitting, and headed for the bar. While he was gone Melissa watched the dancers and absentmindedly munched on a bowl of peanuts. She wasn’t really hungry, but it was something to do while she waited for Brad to return. She also scanned the crowd, automatically looking for signs of anything unusual. However, other than the frenzied dancing there was nothing out of the ordinary.
“Here you go, babe,” said Brad returning with the drink. He set it in front of her along with a paper coaster.
Melissa picked up the drink and sipped it delicately. “Mmm,” she said approvingly. That’s good.”
She took another sip. Strangely, she felt a little lightheaded, but perhaps it was just her imagination. She took another handful of peanuts, noting as she did so that a few of them seemed to be brightly coloured. “Strange,” she thought, “I wonder what those are?” She picked one up and held it so she could see it better.
“What’s with the candy, babe?” asked
“I just wondered what it was,” replied Melissa. “I don’t think I’ve seen one before.”
“It’s a Sugar Nut,” explained Brad. “Thin candy shell on the outside and chocolate inside.”
“Choco…zentoc!” gasped Melissa. “I’ve eaten zentoc, and I didn’t even notice.” Her heart rate doubled. Suddenly she felt faint. Was it a reaction to the zentoc or was she just responding in fear?” She tried to get to her feet and swayed unsteadily.
“Whoa, babe, what happened? You look a little unsteady. Perhaps we should go somewhere and lie down.”
Melissa was breathing hard now, her breasts rising and falling spectacularly. She had just inadvertently eaten the one thing that every Traxtronian, of which she was a prize example, feared most. It was a highly addictive drug that rendered her special alien powers useless. Her exposure to it had led to her capture and brutal torture. It had nearly ended her life. Paradoxically, when she had taken what should have been a fatal overdose, the effects of the insidious drug seemed to have been burned out of her system, allowing her to escape and take vengeance on her enemies. However, she had never been quite sure whether or not she had been truly cured of the effects of the noxious substance and as a result had made a concerted effort to avoid it whenever possible. Now, without thinking, she had just ingested what might have been a possibly debilitating dose. She had to find Karla.
Brad took her arm. “Come with me,” he said. “I know of a nice quiet place.”
Melissa resisted slightly. “No,” she responded, “I’ve got to find my friend.” Her head began to swim, the flashing lights of the dance floor blurring into a psychedelic haze.
“Don’t worry,” Brad said. “I’ll find her. You need to lie down. Come with me and I’ll get her as soon as you’re comfortable.”
“OK,” Melissa agreed leaning on Brad for support. He was so big and strong. She could surely trust him. Walking unsteadily she allowed him to lead her from the floor.
Brad half-walked half-carried her through a door at the side of the ballroom. As the flashing lights and pounding music faded behind her, Melissa saw that she was being taken to an outside terrace. As she entered the warm tropical night she immediately felt much better. She allowed Brad to escort her to one of several padded beach chairs on the terrace.
It was a beautiful spot. This was what Karla must have been talking about when she spoke of romantic settings. In the distance she could hear the gentle murmur of the surf, and the slight evening breeze disturbed the tops of the palms that surrounded the terrace. She snuggled up to Brad as he sat beside her on the chair.
“This is nice,” she murmured. “Have I been picked up?” The whirling in her head had been replaced by a soporific sense of well being. She could hardly keep her eyes open.
Brad grinned at her naïve question. This beautiful blonde seemed so innocent, or so stupid. It amounted to the same thing. He had her in his power now. She was astonishingly beautiful. Perhaps the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
The girl stirred beside him. “Where’s Karla? I thought you were going to get her.”
“Oh sure, sugar,” Brad said. “I’ll go look for her right away. You rest here until I get back.”
The girl moved her supple body. She was so alluring that he could barely tear himself away from her, but he had a replacement. “Keep an eye on her,” he said to three young men who had just arrived. “It took me an hour to get her out here and I don’t want her wandering off.”
“No problem,” came the answer. “I could watch her all night.”
“Who are these people?” asked the girl. Somehow she had managed to force herself to a sitting position. Brad could hardly believe how much resistance she had. He had pumped enough alcohol and rohypnol into her to put a half dozen women under, but she seemed barely affected.
“Don’t worry, babe,” Brad answered. These are my friends, Bill, Rob, and Ace. “They’ll make sure you are safe while I look for your friend.”
“Oh,” said the girl, smiling weakly. “That’s all right then. Don’t be away too long.” She fell back on the chair, her eyes closing.
“Keep her awake,” Brad said. “I want her conscious when I have fun with her.”
“Oh, are we going to have fun?” the girl asked. “Perhaps we can play a game. I like games.”
“Christ is she ever stupid,” muttered Brad as he headed back to the dance floor. He had better find her friend before the redhead noticed she was missing and started making trouble.
He was just in time. The tall, vivacious redhead was already at the table where he and the blonde babe had been sitting. And she was asking questions. She spotted Brad as he approached.
“What happened to Melissa, the blonde girl you were talking to?” she said, challenging him immediately.
Brad thought quickly. The redhead seemed pretty sharp and he needed a convincing story. “She wasn’t feeling well, so I took her to the elevator. She said she was going up to her room to lie down.”
“Not feeling well?” The redhead seemed quite incredulous. “What happened that she wasn’t feeling well?”
“Nothing I could see, she just seemed to get woozy and all of a sudden she said she felt sick. So I helped her to the elevator.”
The redhead looked at him suspiciously, but did not make an issue out of it. “Thanks,” she said abruptly. Turning on her heel she headed toward the hotel foyer.
Brad hurried back to the terrace. “Better get her out of here,” he said. We’ve got five minutes before her roommate starts raising hell.”
Bill nodded. “She’s still awake,” he said, pointing to the semiconscious girl. “Perhaps we better make sure she doesn’t make a fuss.”
“Use this,” replied Brad, taking out a roll of duct tape.
Melissa smiled as Brad returned. “Hi,” she said cheerily. “Did you find Karla?”
“Yes,” Brad replied. He suddenly changed his mind about tying her up. She was so stupid he could probably get her to cooperate without using force. “She told me to take you to her. She’s going to meet us down on the beach.”
“The beach?” Melissa asked slowly.
“Yes the beach. The place with the waves and the sand,” Brad explained. The other men laughed.
Melissa grinned as well, although she wasn’t sure what was so funny, but it seemed like the polite thing to do. “Oh great; I like to go swimming. Should I get my bathing suit?”
“Don’t worry about your suit. You won’t need it.” Brad helped her to her feet, noting that she seemed a very solid girl in spite of her tremendous figure.
Melissa swayed slightly as Brad led her toward the edge of the terrace. Brad seemed like a very nice boy. Karla had been right to encourage her to go to the dance. Meeting members of the opposite sex was fun. Brad’s friends were fun too. They had made some very nice remarks about her appearance when he had been off finding Karla. She had, with Karla’s help, chosen her outfit carefully. It was intended to show off her splendid figure to full advantage and yet be casual enough to fit in with youthful crowd at the dance.
Her torso was clad in a fluorescent blue tank top that left her shoulders bare and showed off a considerable expanse of her magnificent bosom. It ended just above her navel revealing another expanse of delectable skin before reaching her tight fitting black leather pants that were slung very low on her flaring hips. A pair of high heels that elevated her another three inches from her normal height finished her ensemble. With her tremendous figure and perfect features it was small wonder that Brad and his friends had targeted her; especially as she was clearly unescorted except for her redheaded friend.
“I’m thirsty again,” she said.
“What a god damned airhead,” Brad thought. He had the ravishing blonde completely under control. Not only had the drugs he had given her made her compliant but she was further cooperating by asking for even more booze. Well, there was no harm in accommodating her just as long as she didn’t get too drunk to appreciate what was happening to her.
“Here, try this,” he said taking a mickey of CC from his jacket pocket.
“What is it?” asked the girl.
“Whiskey. Try it. I think you’ll like it.”
“Is it like a pina colada?”
“Even better,” Brad answered thrusting the bottle into her hand.
The blonde beauty took the flask and unscrewing the cap tipped it to her lips. She started drinking.
“Whoa,” said Brad. “That’s enough. Don’t want you passing out.” He stared in amazement at the bottle. The girl had chugged more than half of it. “Jeez, you can really stow it away.”
Melissa smiled foolishly. She
felt perfectly secure now. There
had been something that she was a little worried about a few minutes ago,
but she couldn’t remember what it
was. And she had Brad with
her. He was so kind and
helpful. And good looking
too. This must have been why
Karla had wanted her to meet a few men.
They were quite different from
women. So tall and
strong. She couldn’t help
lowering her gaze to
“Are you going to swim too?” she asked eagerly.
“Swim? Oh yeah sure. We’ll both go swimming. Should be a lot of fun.” This was just too easy. Swimming would be an ideal way to get the girl to take her clothes off without being forced. He was a little puzzled though. She had consumed enough drugs and alcohol to put away several men, much less a woman. Where did she get such resistance? He certainly wouldn’t want to get into a drinking contest with her.
They were at the beach now. His three buddies looked at him inquiringly. They had done this a dozen times, but usually the women they victimized had been either unconscious or very nearly so. This one although very unsteady and obviously drunk, was still very much conscious of what was going on. It might not do to have the young girl remember the faces of the men who raped her. That might get them in trouble with the police.
“I think we might have a willing one here, guys,” Brad said. “Let’s see if we can get her to give us what we want voluntarily.”
“Who are you talking about?” asked the blonde, leaning against Brad suggestively.
“No one in particular,” Brad answered. “What say we go for that swim? I’ll bet the water is fantastic.”
“But I don’t have a bathing suit,” answered the girl.
“Ever go skinny dipping? It’s much more fun than wearing a suit. The suit just gets between your body and the water. It’s much more fun swimming nude.”
The girl turned her baby blue eyes on him. “You know,” she said. “You’re so smart. I never would have thought of that.” Her disingenuous smile almost made him melt.
“Christ, he thought, “I’ve just got to fuck her.” His eyes widened as the blonde began to pull off her tank top.
Bill whistled. “What a set of tits,” he said.
Brad had to agree. The girl wasn’t wearing anything underneath her top and her large globular breasts hardly quivered as she shucked her clothing. “Must not be real,” he thought. “Pretty good boob job though.”
“Hey where you going, sugar?” The blonde was swaying toward the water, pulling off her tight leather pants as she did so. Bill, Rob, and Ace ran after her, stopping her just short of the water’s edge.
“Not so fast, honey. We want a little bit of nooky first.”
“What’s nooky?” the girl asked. She seemed completely obvious to the fact that she was surrounded by four men and was almost completely nude. Her high heels had come off in the sand and all that remained of her clothing was the briefest of thongs.
“You’re about to find out,” said Rob, placing his hand on one of her bouncing breasts. At the same time Ace placed his fingers under the elastic of her thong and eased it over her sweet backside, allowing it to fall to the damp sand.
Melissa felt no alarm at any of these events. She was completely naked and in full view of four young men she had never met. The way each of them was ogling her abundant charms should have filled her with apprehension if not outright terror. However, the effects of the zentoc combined with the other drugs left her with an almost surreal and twisted view of reality. Even the fact that she could no longer feel her powers did not concern her. Everything Brad did and asked seemed perfectly normal and appropriate.
Brad and his friends took full advantage of the heroine’s confusion. “Over here, babe,” he said, guiding the unsteady girl toward a blanket that Ace had spread out on the sand.
“Are we going to have a picnic?” asked the girl. “I like picnics. Karla and I had one this afternoon. Karla brought a basket of food. Do you have one of those?”
Brad had never seen his drug cocktail have this effect. The girl couldn’t be as stupid as she seemed. By rights she should have been out cold. That was the way he and his friends usually took their victims. But somehow she was still standing and not only standing, but seemingly only moderately effected by the drugs. She acted as if she had drunk a few too many pina coladas rather than the massive infusion of drugs he had spiked her drink with. But none of this mattered. For the first time he and his buddies had a conscious and seemingly willing victim. He sat next to her on the blanket. Placing one hand in the small of her back and the other on her shoulder he eased her into a prone position. Her large breasts hardly settled as he placed her on her back. Bill, Ron, and Ace moved in as well. Bill was already unbuckling his belt.
Brad gazed into the startlingly blue eyes of his intended victim. She was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. Placing his hand on her flat belly he began to move it up, caressing her delicate skin. At the same time he moved his mouth toward hers. The girl did not struggle or complain. Instead she actually arched her body into his hand and parted her lips slightly. “This,” Brad thought as their lips met, “is going to be a night to remember.”
Karla anxiously pushed her way through the dance crowd, spilling drinks and stepping on a few toes as she did so, but she was not interested in the hostile looks that were turned in her direction. Melissa had not been in their room. From all appearances she had not been there since they both had left for the dance. And that meant the young man who supposedly had taken her to the elevator had lied; either that or Melissa had arrived at a different floor by mistake. But Karla did not have the time to check each floor of the hotel. Instead she headed for the table where Melissa and her male companion had been sitting. The table was now occupied by someone else and so she decided to check out the bar. If the bartender was typical of his type there was probably very little that escaped him.
“Hi,” Karla smiled. When she wanted to turn on the charm, she could be dazzling, and the smile had the desired effect; she had the bartender’s attention.
“Did you notice a young blonde woman sitting at that table?” she asked, pointing. She is wearing a blue tank top and is very pretty.”
“Oh yeah,” the bartender said, grinning. “That one. I could hardly take my eyes off her. She’s quite a babe.”
“Did you happen to notice where she went?”
“Oh, sure. She was sitting with Brad. They went out toward the terrace together.”
“Who is this Brad?” asked Karla. “Do you know him?”
“I know who he is. He and his buddies are pretty much regulars on dance night. They usually try to pick up a few chicks.”
“Pick up?” said Karla, surprised. “The girl went willingly with him?
“She didn’t argue if that’s what you mean. She seemed a little drunk though. Brad had to help her walk.”
Alarm bells went off in Karla’s head, but she had to ask just one more question. “She was drunk? What was she drinking?”
“I believe Brad got her a pina colada. Don’t know what she had beside that. As far as I could see the only other thing she had was a few nuts.”
Karla glanced at the bowl of nuts in front of her. Her eyes immediately noticed the brightly coloured bits of candy mixed in with the peanuts and cashews. She picked one up and popped it into her mouth. “Chocolate!” she thought. “Melissa was eating chocolate! “Thanks,” she yelled at the surprised bartender as she jumped up and charged across the room. In a few strides she was at the door to the terrace.
Outside there were only a few couples hiding in the darker corners of the terrace. Melissa was nowhere in sight. Where the hell could she have gone? Almost despairingly Karla headed toward one of the couples. If Melissa had taken chocolate…. She left the thought unfinished. Chocolate was the one weakness of a Traxtronian. If Melissa had ingested any of those candy coated chocolates she was probably completely helpless by now, and perhaps mentally incapacitated as well.
“Sorry to bother you,” Karla said, reacting to the hostile stares of the embracing couple, but I’ve got a problem.”
“What problem?” asked the young man suspiciously.
“It’s my sister. She’s wandered off. She’s diabetic, and I think she might be having an insulin reaction. I’ve got to find her before it’s too late.”
“Oh,” said the young man, changing his attitude. “What’s she look like?”
“She’s blonde, very pretty. And she was wearing a blue tank top with black leather pants.”
“Oh, her. Yes I saw her. I thought she was drunk. She and a bunch of guys headed down toward the beach.”
“Thank God,” thought Karla. Then aloud she said, “Thanks a lot. You’ve been a big help.” Without waiting for an answer she plunged through the circle of palms toward the sound of breaking waves.
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