The Adventures of the Jade
Dragon
Episode 6
Chapter
4
Scorpion
Melissa slipped noiselessly into the
building. With her assassin’s
skills, gaining entry was hardly a problem, although she experienced a little
pain of movement. Even after
several months, the scars that covered her body still pained
her. She suspected that the injuries
received from her brutal flogging would always be with
her.
She entered through a broken second floor
window. The interior room was
pitch black. She paused to let
her eyes adjust to the darkness, and then moved across the
floor. Except for assorted litter,
and a few crates, the room was empty.
She moved toward the outline of a door, the light coming through the
cracks near the frame showing its
location.
The door was not locked. Before
her was a long deserted hallway.
Slowly she eased into it.
She made no sound. Her
footsteps were as silent as settling
dust. Ahead of her she could
hear the sound of voices coming from a room off the
corridor. In a state of heightened
alertness, she moved toward the sound.
Suddenly she stopped. Her
senses tingling. She had detected
danger. She surveyed her
surroundings, reaching out to search her environment the way that the Master
Assassin had taught her. She
shivered a little. For a split
second memories of her degradation and torture flooded back into her mind,
then she pushed them away, regaining
control.
Directly in front of her was a huge trapdoor in the
floor. It was carefully concealed,
but her trained senses had detected it.
The problem was how to get past it without springing the
trap. She judged that there must
be some way of disabling the trap or else no one would be able to make use
of the corridor, so she carefully began to check her
surroundings.
It took her a few minutes, but she found what she was looking
for. Behind a small panel in
the wall was a lever. She pulled
on it and was rewarded by the sound of a faint click at her
feet. Then, ever so carefully
she set her weight over the trapdoor.
It held, and she moved on down the corridor until she came to the
door where she could hear the voices.
She checked the doorknob and found that it was not
locked. Slowly she eased it
open. She found herself at the
top of a staircase. She took
a deep breath and started down.
She moved like a phantom, gaining the bottom of the staircase without
incident. Before her was a large
room, filled with over twenty men.
They were all focused on something in the center of the
room. Spotting a convenient jumble
of packing crates, she moved into a secure hiding
place. It didn’t take much
to hide her. She had mastered
the assassin’s skill of
invisibility.
Infinitely slowly she settled herself into a spot where she couldn’t
be seen but where she could see.
Then she took in what the others in the room were gawking
at. A convulsion of fear ran
through her and she broke out into a cold
sweat. In front of her were Natassia
and another woman. They were
both almost entirely naked and chained by their necks to the
ceiling. In utter horror and
helplessness she watched as her new friend and her companion were subjected
to the most brutal torture.
Sun Lin and Natassia found themselves dragged into a large
room. At one time it had obviously
been used for storage and packing crates littered the floor, but the center
of the room had been cleared. Five
chains hung down from the high ceiling, and it was beneath these chains that
Retinoff waited. “Chain
them up,” the dwarfish Russian ordered.
The two heroines were pushed over to the
chains. Spiked leather dog collars
were fastened to each of their necks, and the collars were hooked onto the
roof chains. Then the chains
connected to the collars were tightened.
Sun Lin began to breathe heavily. Outwardly, her face was impassive,
but inwardly she was quaking. Her
heart pounded in fear. She was
always terrified in these situations, but she controlled her
emotions. Next to her Natassia
was undoubtedly experiencing the same
feelings. Her fellow heroine
showed no sign of fear, but Sun Lin knew her well enough to know that she
was just as frightened as she was.
The chains about their necks were tightened, forcing both of the heroines
onto their tiptoes. Then the
handcuffs were removed from their wrists and ankles and their hands were
forced behind their backs. Coarse
rope was used to bind them; the strands cutting into their flesh so tightly
that their circulation was almost cut
off. Across from them Retinoff
settled himself into a comfortable chair.
To the surprise of both women, he picked up a book and began to
read. Apparently he was content
to see how long they could stand on the tips of their toes before they started
to hang.
Retinoff read for two hours. At
the end of that time the two superheroines were shaking from the effort of
fighting off strangulation. Even
for two women as finely conditioned as the Jade Dragon and Nova the strain
of supporting all of their weight on their toes for two hours was almost
more than they could manage. But
somehow they held out, even as sweat ran down their straining
bodies.
Finally, Retinoff seemed to lose interest in his
book. He got to his feet and
moved over to the heroines. As
he did so, one of his henchmen secured their feet to rings in the floor to
make sure they did not kick the little villain in the
head.
“As usual,” Retinoff sneered, “you have met my
expectations. That is fortunate,
I would have hated to see you hang.
I have so much more planned for
you. I expect you are wondering
a little about the other three chains hanging from the
ceiling. Well, they are reserved
for your friends. I have no doubt
that the Blue Avenger and the Scarlet Falcon will come looking for you, and
when they do I will trap them just like I trapped
you. The last chain is for the
Black Leopard. I know that you
and she do not get along, but I have a special reason for wanting her
here. Even now, my men are out
setting a trap for that Chinese bitch and when I catch her she will be made
to pay more dearly than any of you.”
Sun Lin and Natassia wondered at Retinoff’s hatred for the Oriental
villainess. But their thoughts
soon returned to their own predicament.
“I think it is time to get you two warmed up,” Retinoff
said. Moving close to Sun Lin,
he took out a small sharp knife and sliced off her green bra and
panties. It was no more than
she expected, but now that she was completely naked and hanging in front
of twenty of so drooling men the incredibly beautiful Asian heroine felt
suddenly much more vulnerable.
Retinoff stood looking at the Jade Dragon’s perfect jutting breasts
and licked his lips. He was so
short that each taut pink nipple was at the level of his
mouth. He could not help but
lean forward and kiss each one and he was not gentle about
it. As he took the tip of her
left breast in his mouth, he bit down hard on the delicate
rosette.
Sun Lin showed no reaction other than a very slight intake of
breath. To the casual observer
it appeared that she was not affected by the brutal act at
all. Only Natassia detected her
torment and knew how much her friend had been
hurt.
Retinoff bit harder, drawing blood from her breast in an effort to get a
reaction, and then enraged at the heroine’s lack of response, wrenched
his teeth away. Breathing hard,
Retinoff raised the razor edged knife in front of her
eyes. Then with brutal deliberation,
he brought its point down to the upper swell of her
bosom. With a vicious snarl painted
on his face he sliced into the swelling flesh, cutting her open the way a
knife slices through the skin of a ripe
orange.
This time Sun Lin could not control
herself. She jerked back from
the barbaric attack, arching away from the
pain. The cut was not deep, hardly
more than a nasty scratch, but the pain was intense and the blood flowed
like water from the open wound.
Her face remained impassive, but Retinoff read the pain in her
eyes. “The pain is just
beginning you Asian whore. I
will have you screaming your lungs out before I am finished with
you.”
Sun Lin turned her head away, trying to hide her
pain. Her chest heaved, while
blood continued to course down her body and pool on the
floor. With a savage grin of
satisfaction, Retinoff moved on.
Natassia was next. As her white
undergarments were cut away, she stole a glimpse of her
friend. Sun Lin’s face was
once again composed, but the steady heaving of her bloody chest attested
to the anguish that she was disguising only with great
difficulty.
Seemingly satisfied with having tortured the Jade Dragon, Retinoff did no
more than ogle Nova’s naked breasts.
Then he turned to one of his
henchmen. “Rock, have you
idiots finished making your
selection?”
“Yes boss,” the thug replied.
“Turk and Jocko get to go
first.”
“I trust that they are suitably
endowed.”
“Oh yes boss. That’s
how we made the choice. We
measured. They’ve both got
a foot of meat.”
Natassia paled. Among these men,
Rock’s statement could only have one
meaning. Beside her, she could
hear Sun Lin give a sharp intake of
breath. She looked about for
help, but there was none. Without
the mystical gem she had no chance to
escape. To further torment her,
Retinoff had hung the belt with the Dragon’s Eye on it just a few feet
away. She could see it dangling
tantalizingly just out of reach.
Retinoff spoke again, interrupting her
thoughts. “Get on with it,
Rock. I’ve got lots more
planned for those two.”
The two men chosen approached the helpless
heroines. Both of them were big
men, Turk standing about six-foot-three and Jocko a couple of inches taller
than that. Turk stopped in front
of Sun Lin and Jocko took up position in front of
Natassia. Both women trembled
ever so slightly; they knew what was coming.
Before beginning both men prepared their
victims. First they moved behind
the two anxious women and untied their
hands. With their feet still
chained to the floor, and the collars around their necks, however, neither
woman had any chance of escaping.
In any case, Turk and Jocko kept hold of their victims’
wrists. They replaced the ropes
with a set of manacles, and stretched the heroines’ arms over their
heads and linked their chained wrists to the chain attached to the dog collars
around their necks.
The breasts of both women lifted as they were stretched out full
length. They could now grip the
chain above them and take a bit of pressure off their throats, but it was
not much of an improvement. Turk
and Jocko now moved back in front of the heroines and unchained one of their
ankles from the floor. They left
the iron on the ankle in place, and then raised each heroine’s leg so
that it was parallel to the floor, and attached it to another ceiling chain
so that the leg could not be lowered.
Then they repeated the process with the other
leg.
The already tired heroines were now forced to hold on to the neck chain with
their hands to keep from strangling.
Their smooth muscles bulged as they exerted
themselves. It was a cruel form
of torture. Only their superb
conditioning enabled to maintain the awkward and painfully strenuous
position. Even so, their silken
bodies were soon coated with a fine sheen of sweat as they fought to preserve
their lives.
Turk and Jocko were now ready. They
stepped between the parted legs of the
heroines. Neither of the men
waited on ceremony. They were
already barefoot and both dropped their pants, revealing undergarments bulging
with impressive male organs. They
continued to undress, stripping off their shorts, and allowing their stiffening
swords to burst free. As Rock
had stated, they were impressive, sporting erections that were at least twelve
inches in length.
Natassia suppressed a moan of fear as Jocko placed his hands on her
backside. She tried to pull herself
higher, straining her magnificent body in an effort to avoid the thug’s
massive staff. Next to her Sun
Lin arched her back in a similar futile attempt to
escape. Sweat poured off her
glistening body as Turk pulled her
closer. Ignoring the blood that
continued to flow from Sun Lin’s cruel breast wound, Turk pushed against
the heroine and placed his hands beneath her muscular bottom. Then he pulled
her to him, bringing the lips of her flexing vulva into contact with the
tip of his engorged phallus.
The hint of a tear came to her eyes.
She was once again facing a superheroine’s worst
nightmare. It was not so much
the pain of rape. She had stood
up to it many times, but it was the humiliation of being taken against her
will. Of being subjected to forced
sex in front of a room full of leering scum, and knowing that it would not
end until she had been ravaged into a sobbing, quivering victim, totally
beaten and begging for mercy.
Nova grunted. It was the only
sound she made, but it signaled to sun Lin that her friend was trying to
resist the penetration of Jocko’s formidable
weapon. Then she was too busy
trying to protect herself against Turk’s ruthless
invasion.
Sun Lin clenched her vaginal muscles, trying to make her rape as difficult
as possible, but Turk was too strong.
He swung the 135-pound heroine into him, forcing his mighty lance
past her labia and into her love tunnel.
He penetrated her a few inches, encountering her taut hymen and his
eyes widened in surprise.
“Boss,” he said, “this one’s still a
virgin.”
“That can’t be,” Retinoff
said. “I deflowered her
myself the last time I held her prisoner.”
Turk pulled back. “Check
for yourself,” he said.
Retinoff did just that. In the
meantime, Jocko waited to see what the verdict
was. It came a few seconds
later. “You’re
right,” Retinoff said, amazed.
“How did you do that?”
Sun Lin did not answer. She had
no intention of revealing the tremendous healing power of the Dragon’s
Eye. The gem was capable of
completely restoring any injured part of the human
body. Most interestingly, it
seemed to regard a pierced hymen as an
injury. During their adventures
Nova had often healed both herself and her
companions. The result was that
they all retained their physical virginity despite the fact that they had
all suffered brutal rape on innumerable occasions.
What the
Dragon’s
Eye could not
heal, however, was the psychological injury inflicted whenever one of the
heroines was captured and raped.
That was something none of them could ever get used
to.
“This is most interesting,” Retinoff
said. “I shall have to get
to the bottom of this.” As
he spoke he patted Sun Lin’s tight backside and then grinned at his
own joke.
“This one too, boss,” said
Jocko. He had inserted the tip
of his mighty phallus partway into Nova.
“She’s as tight as a
fourteen-year-old.”
“No how would you know that?” the mad Russian asked, crossing over
to where Natassia hung from the ceiling.
Jocko grinned, completely unashamed of the fact that he had revealed a sexual
preference for young girls. Nova
breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped back from
her.
“Something very strange is going on here,” said
Retinoff. “How is it that
you superheroines have discovered a way of restoring your own
virginity?”
Restoring was not the right word.
Healing was more like it, and it was not something that Sun Lin or
Natassia were entirely happy about.
Being a perpetual virgin might make having normal sexual relations
awkward, provided Sun Lin ever had normal sexual
relations. So far all she had
experienced was one gang rape after the
other. It was hardly the sort
of experience to base any sort of relationship
on.
“Well,” said Retinoff finally.
“I have plenty of time to find
out. I am sure that one of you
sweet ladies will tell me what I want to know sooner or
later.” He grinned viciously
obviously savoring the thought of what he intended to do to his two heroine
captives. He returned to his
chair at the side of the room, motioning to his two giant henchmen that they
should continue.
Sun Lin winced as Turk eased his rod into
her. As he had pointed out, she
was very tight, and as she had noticed, he was very
big. It took a great deal of
effort for the hulking thug to penetrate the gasping
heroine. Deeper and deeper he
edged into her until finally he was deep enough to begin rhythmically thrusting
in and out of her superheroine tightness.
Involuntarily, the Jade Dragon arched her back, straining against her
violation. She gritted her teeth
against the pain, but Turk continued to penetrate her ever more deeply,
eventually sinking all of his twelve-inch shaft into
her. Cursed with a vagina that
was perpetually tight, Sun Lin began to whimper in
pain. Weakened by loss of blood
and the shock of her injury, she was already close to breaking, but she called
on hidden reserves of strength and held up under the thunderous pounding
of Turk’s manhood.
With a cry Turk released into her.
With a rush of relief, Sun Lin felt him
withdraw. For a few seconds she
was free of her tormentor, but another man immediately replaced
him. As Rock had stated the rest
of the men were not as well endowed as the first two, but the second man
still boasted a formidable erection.
She had little time to prepare herself for the second assailant, and
this time with her vaginal canal already slick with the semen of the first
rapist, penetration was rapid.
Nova received Jocko’s first thrust with the stoicism expected of a
superheroine. But like the Jade
Dragon, she was helpless to stop the
rape. Slowly but surely her assailant
worked himself into her, until he too had achieved maximum
penetration. Not as cruelly treated
as the Jade Dragon, Nova was able to resist more
strongly. Her first rapist elicited
almost no response from her at all, but by the end of the third rape, she
was finding it difficult to pretend that she was oblivious to what was happening
to her. Her body dripped sweat,
and she stank of
semen. Her vagina, was
stretched wide to receive the massive organs of her assailants and she was
sore beyond belief. But still
she held on, helped in part by the fact that each successive assailant was
smaller than the last.
One after the other each of Retinoff’s henchman took the helpless heroines,
leaving them exhausted and shamed.
Both women were approaching
exhaustion. Slowly their trembling
arms relaxed, allowing the chain about their throats to slowly
tighten. Only the fear of death
by hanging kept them from giving up, but Retinoff was not yet finished with
his punishment. At his command
Rock wheeled a strange looking device over to the Jade
Dragon.
Still bleeding from the slash on her breast, the heroine’s alluring
green eyes widened as they focused on the device in front of
her. It was an enormous artificial
phallus, two inches across at the tip, and widening to a full five inches
at the base. It was firmly anchored
to a heavy trolley and stood a good two feet
tall. A rumbling sound signaled
the arrival of a similar contrivance directly in front of
Natassia.
The devastated heroines stared in absolute horror at the monstrous dildos.
Sun Lin suppressed a whimper
and Nova began to tremble. Retinoff
had tortured both of them with just such a device the last time he had captured
them. It had been painful beyond
imagination.
Retinoff had noted their reaction.
He minced toward them, almost drooling in sadistic
excitement. “I see you remember
my toys. I hope you find them
as enjoyable as you did last time.”
Eagerly, he began to position the first
cart.
Turning a crank on the side of the cart, Retinoff lowered the dildo until
it could be moved beneath the Jade
Dragon. While he adjusted the
cart one of his henchmen did the same with the
other. Almost together the two
carts were moved below the dripping vulvas of the exhausted
heroines.
Moving to Sun Lin’s ankles, Retinoff removed the leg irons, allowing
her legs to drop toward the floor.
However, the giant artificial phallus was positioned directly underneath
her. The brutal little Russian
guided her body so that as she settled toward the floor, the dildo pushed
apart her labia. With all of
her remaining strength, Sun Lin tried to lift herself away from the frightening
steel lance.
A few feet away, Nova moaned slightly as the tip of the dildo pierced her
vulva. She was so depleted physically
and mentally by the gang rape she had undergone that she did not have much
resistance left. Unable to save
herself, she slowly settled onto the massive steel pillar.
Retinoff and his assistant began to turn the crank on each cart, slowly raising
each dildo. With agonizing slowness
the cruel devices were raised higher and
higher. Held fast by the hands
of Retinoff and his goons, the two heroines were helpless to stop their
impalement. The huge artificial
phalluses drove three inches into each of the struggling women, forcing their
already inflamed vaginas apart. Now
it was no longer necessary for Retinoff’s henchmen to hold onto
them. They were transfixed by
the giant phalluses and held fast.
They could only squirm in torment as the penetration of the brutal
artificial penises stretched the walls of their love canals to impossible
widths.
Nova screamed as she experienced the pain of simulated childbirth once
again. The dildo was deep within
her and had expanded her vagina to an impossible four
inches. As it widened even further
she began to shriek continuously with in terrible
agony. The Jade Dragon held out
a little longer, but soon she joined her friend in a screaming
duet. The two shrieking and sobbing
heroines were making so much noise that Retinoff placed his hands over his
ears.
“Gag the bitches,” he ordered.
“They will render me deaf.”
A bar gag was placed in the mouth of each of the writhing women, smothering
their cries. They still made
plenty of noise, but the heartrending howls of acute agony were no longer
possible.
In the most terrible anguish, both heroines writhed on the immense phalluses,
trying to find some way of alleviating the
pain. Once again, rivulets of
sweat coursed down their bodies.
Sun Lin’s wounded breast had opened up further, aggravated by
the twisting of her torso as she fought to avoid the terrible
pain. Both women bled from their
ravaged vaginas as their own body weight and hopeless struggles forced the
dildos deep with them.
Retinoff sat back and watched along with the gang of men who had so thoroughly
raped the two heroines. He was
enjoying the show and intended to watch until the heroines passed out from
the pain. Then, he had something
more planned for them.
From her hiding place in the room, Melissa too
watched. But the sight sickened
her. She remembered the horror
of her own rape and degradation.
She could not allow her friend Natassia to be treated like
this. Even if it meant that she
might be turned over to the Assassins’ Guild once again, she could not
allow two women to be treated with such
brutality. But how was she going
to stop it? She was outnumbered
more than twenty to one. Even
with her assassin’s skills she could not handle so many
men. And most of them were armed
in any case.
There must be something she could do.
Desperately she scanned the room.
And then she had a flash of
inspiration. The torture of the
two helpless women had attracted the attention of every man in the
room. Without exception all of
their eyes were glued to the thrashing
victims. It gave her the chance
she needed. Near the door there
was a bank of light switches. If
she could turn these off and move quickly enough, her assassin’s skills
might give her the edge to free Natassia and her
friend. The trick was to figure
out a way of preventing the thugs in the room from turning the lights back
on.
Moving quickly, she put her plan into
action. She slunk from the jumble
of crates where she had taken refuge.
Not a man turned his head from the spectacle of the
torture. Four quick, silent strides
took her to the switches. A slash
of her hand plunged the room into darkness.
A chorus of shouts filled the air, drowning out the groans of the two brutalized
women. The man nearest Natassia
moved toward the switches. But
she was ready for him. Blinded
by the sudden darkness, she sensed rather than saw the man
move. He took only two awkward
steps before her fingers drove into his
throat. It was not a killing
blow, but it paralyzed him. He
staggered and she caught him as he fell, and fumbled for the gun he had in
his shoulder holster. She had
it out in an instant. Feeling
before her, she found the switches again.
She placed the muzzle of the firearm next to them and pulled the
trigger. The bright flashes in
the dark and the thunderous roar of each shot sent the thugs in the room
running for cover. The brief
flashes of light revealed the bullets had smashed the switches
irreparably.
They also triggered a response in Retinoff’s
thugs. Without thinking, several
of them shot toward the flashes, thinking that they were being fired
upon. Melissa ducked just in
time as a fusillade tore through the spot where she had been moments
before.
Above the explosions of firearms, Retinoff’s high-pitched voice screamed
in rage. “Stop, you fools,
you’ll hit the superheroines!”
Idiots! Get the
lights!”
The firing stopped. Melissa heard
several men lurching toward the shattered light
switches. Rising from her crouch
she waited for them to approach.
She used her senses as she had been
taught. Although she could no
more see in the dark than the Retinoff’s men could, her much keener
senses told her exactly where each man
was.
With lightning quickness, she took the first man
down. He hardly knew what had
hit him. Her stiffened fingers
drove straight into his solar plexus.
He collapsed, gasping on the wooden floor. The man behind him was
luckier. He tripped over his
fallen comrade and fell headlong onto
Melissa. Finding himself in contact
with someone that he immediately recognized as a woman, her clamped his arms
around her. For a second he crushed
her to him, pinning her arms to her
sides. But she maintained her
calm. Her knee came up hard,
crushing his testicles. With
a terrible scream her let go of her and thrashed in agony on the
floor.
The surprise encounter, however, allowed several more men to get
close. Floundering about in the
blackness, their hands made contact with her and closed about her, trying
to pull her down. Melissa spun
her body with savage force, tearing herself loose from her
captors. As she did so she struck
out hard, shattering the nose of one assailant, and knocking out the front
teeth of another.
She had cut the back of her hand taking out the thug’s teeth, but was
too excited to notice the pain. Now
she was temporarily free from attack.
Felling her way in the blackness, she moved toward the spot where
she thought Natassia was. She
was helped by the fact that she could hear her
moans. Fumbling in the dark,
she tried to find the crank to wind down the huge
dildos. She realized, however,
that this would not be enough. She
needed to find a way to release her
friend.
Then she remembered Retinoff. He
would have a key. The evil little
man was still screaming orders. He
was easy to find. She closed
in on him and encircled his skinny neck with her left
arm. “The key,” she
whispered. “Where is
it?” Retinoff let her know
in a way that she had not expected.
She felt an intense pain in her thigh as he slashed down with the
razor-edged knife he had used to slash the Jade
Dragon. Instinctively she struck
out at the evil dwarf. It was
only by dumb luck that Retinoff chose to lurch forward in an attempt to
escape. Her blow caught him on
the top on his bald neck and knocked him flat, but did not kill
him.
Melissa almost screamed in pain.
Retinoff had let go of the knife, and it protruded from the muscle
of her right thigh. She could
not stand and dropped to the floor.
Almost weeping in pain, she fought for
control. Pulling herself together,
she yanked the knife from her leg.
A flood of blood erupted from the wound and she almost
fainted. But somehow she managed
to maintain her consciousness.
Dragging herself to her feet, she fought off the wave of nausea that
assailed her. All around her
bodies threw themselves this way and that, trying to determine where she
was, but somehow she managed to elude them.
She staggered to Retinoff’s semi-conscious body and held the knife to
his throat. “The key,”
she said, as she pricked the Russian’s throat with the
knife. Her actions had the desired
effect. Almost wetting himself
in fear, Retinoff handed the key over.
Melissa delivered a blow to the back of the evil scientist’s
neck and went searching for Natassia.
She had no problem finding the heroine.
She could clearly hear the
heroine’s cries. Her moans
of agony were louder now, attesting to the fact that she was being deeply
penetrated by the monstrous artificial
phallus. It was clear that her
friend was in terrible agony. She
had to save her.
Natassia was on the verge of fainting.
She was in so much pain that she was only dimly aware of the commotion
going on about her. She knew
that for some reason the room had been plunged into darkness, and then filled
with strange sounds of shouting and fighting, but she was not able to make
any sense of it. Then, she felt
the collar about her neck release as a key clicked in its
lack.
As her bonds were cut
she instinctively pulled hard on the chain above her
head. With the last of her strength,
she pulled herself off the dildo.
Hands clutched at Melissa.
Retinoff’s goons had found her at
last. Had she not been so badly
injured, she might have fought them off, but blood gushed from the wound
Retinoff had cut in her thigh, and her head
swam. Fists plowed into her,
and this time, although she could still sense her opponents; she could not
avoid them. She collapsed to
the floor, her opponents following her.
Boots and shoes hammered into her helpless
body. She felt ribs snap under
repeated kicks, her nose was broken, and when she raised her arm to protect
herself, someone grabbed it and twisted so hard, that she heard her bones
break with a sickening crunch. As
she passed out, she was overcome with a terrible feeling of
failure. She had tried, but she
had been defeated.
Exhausted, Nova lowered herself to the
floor. She could barely stand.
Around her she could hear the sounds of chaotic
fighting. Apparently someone
had come to rescue her. Although
she could not see in the pitch-blackness, Nova suspected that it must be
her friend, Suzi Kendall, also known as the Scarlet
Falcon. She would be most likely
to use the cover of darkness to attack.
But Suzi relied more on her intelligence and inventive skills rather
than her fighting ability. She
could not be counted on to take on a whole roomful of villains by
herself. Nova had to help
her. A few feet away, the Jade
Dragon was still fighting the monstrous
dildo. Her loud moans could be
distinctly heard even above the sound of the
fighting.
Forcing herself to get up, Natassia lurched toward the glowing
Dragon’s
Eye.
The luminescent green gem was only a few feet away, hanging from the
peg on the wall where Retinoff had hung it to torment
her. Almost fainting, Nova fought
to remain conscious. The mystical
gem was almost within her reach, but she was so debilitated it might as well
have been a mile away as far as she was
concerned.
Only a few seconds had passed since she had been freed, but the sounds of
battle were dying down. The shouting
of Retinoff’s thugs, however, increased in
volume. That was not good
news. It meant that her rescuer
was being beaten. Nova had to
do something to help. Reaching
deep within herself, she found a hidden reserve of
energy. She managed on step,
and then another. Her hands were
only inches from the belt holding the
gem. At that moment the lights
flicked on. One of Retinoff’s
goons had figured out how to fix the damaged
switches.
Natassia’s trembling fingers closed over the Dragon’s
Eye. With a sense of unbelievable
relief, she felt the surge of restorative power rush through
her. The ravages of the rape
disappeared as the healing power of the gem took
hold. Quickly she fastened the
belt about her waist. Then with a shriek of rage that monetarily paralyzed
her enemies, she was among them.
She moved with lighting speed.
Several of Retinoff’s thugs drew their guns, but they never got
the chance to use them. The enraged
heroine struck right and left. Each
blow took out one of the goons.
Within a few seconds the floor of the room was littered with injured
hoodlums. Panic set in, and the
rest, including Retinoff, ran for their
lives.
Natassia let them go. Sun Lin
was still impaled on the giant dildo.
It had now forced her vagina apart a good four inches, and the heroine
was screaming beneath her gag. Even
gagged, her cries of pain could be clearly
heard. Rapidly, Natassia moved
to the side of her friend and lifted her from the brutal
phallus. Sun Lin groaned beneath
her gag as Natassia took her in her arms.
But a few seconds later, she began to recover, as the tremendous healing
power of the Dragon’s Eye transferred to
her. Natassia tore the chains
from her friend’s body.
“Thank goodness you escaped,” gasped the Oriental
heroine. “I thought we were
done for.”
“It wasn’t me,” answered
Natassia. “Someone else
broke in and freed me.” She
looked around the disordered room.
There were bodies everywhere.
At least a dozen men lay dead or
injured. But there was no sign
of the Scarlet Falcon’s bright red
costume.
Puzzled, Natassia looked harder.
Then she saw it. Beneath
one of the fallen villains she could see a feminine arm and
leg. She reached down and tossed
the body of the thug aside.
“Oh, God!” she
exclaimed.
“What is it?” asked Sun Lin.
“It’s Melissa Gallant, the girl I told you
about. I was supposed to be looking
after her. I think they may have
killed her.” Bending, Natassia
took the girl in her arms. The
body was warm. She was still
alive. Gently, Natassia carried
her ward over to a table and set her on
top. Before she began the healing
process, Natassia wanted to make sure that no bones had been
broken. It wouldn’t do to
have them heal crooked.
Melissa’s black blouse had been ripped off in the
struggle. Natassia and Sun Lin
stared at the girl’s naked torso in
amazement. It was covered with
scars. “Someone wasn’t
very nice to this girl,” observed Sun
Lin.
“No,” answered Natassia, checking the injured girl’s body,
and noting the broken bones and shattered
nose. “Hold this for
me.” She set the arm and
Sun Lin placed a splint on it, using materials from Retinoff’s
workbench. Then Natassia set
the injured ribs and bound them with strips of
cloth. Finally, she straightened
the girl’s nose, and then let her power flow into Melissa’s
body.
The injuries the girl had suffered began to
heal. Within a few minutes the
broken bones had healed, and the cuts and bruises had
disappeared. Then Natassia
intensified her power, and the awful scars covering Melissa’s body began
to vanish. Within a minute the
girl was whole again, and breathing
quietly. There was just one
disturbing injury remaining.
Between the young woman’s firm breasts was burned the image of
a scorpion. No amount of Nova’s
healing efforts could get rid of it.
“Most unusual,” Sun Lin
commented. “The scorpion
seems to be part of her.”
Natassia frowned and nodded in agreement.
“There seems to be more to her than I
thought. Perhaps now that she
has revealed something of herself she will tell us about it when she wakes
up." Gently, she caressed
Melissa’s cheek. The girl
seemed to be in a deep sleep.
Natassia was not surprised.
That often occurred after a healing, especially if the victim had
been badly injured.
“Yes,” agreed Sun Lin.
“I don’t think she is the simple orphaned daughter of
missionaries that you were told she was.
There is definitely something more to
her. That scorpion scar is most
unusual.” She moved
toward the door. “I’ll
look for our clothes, and see if I can find something for her.
Then we better check out this
place. Retinoff could still be
somewhere close by.”
“Be careful, Jade,” cautioned
Natassia. “We don’t
want to get caught again.”
“If I run into trouble I’ll
yell. I won’t go
far. Just down the
hall.”
Natassia nodded. She continued
to stroke Melissa’s soft chestnut
hair. A few minutes later, Sun
Lin returned. She was holding
Natassia’s costume and wearing hers.
“Found these in the laundry
room. They are still a bit
damp. But Retinoff had the molasses
washed out of them. Guess he
wanted to dress us up in them again, or maybe keep them as
trophies.”
“Probably the latter,” said
Natassia. She began to pull on
her costume. Sun Lin already
had most of hers on.
“I brought this for the girl,” said the Asian heroine, holding
up a man’s shirt and pants that she had found in the laundry
room.
Nova nodded. At that moment Melissa
moaned softly. The two heroines
moved to either side of her. She
opened her eyes. For a few seconds
she stared uncomprehendingly, and then her eyes went wide with
fright.
Natassia lay a reassuring hand on the girl’s
shoulder. To her surprise, Melissa
jumped at the touch, quite obviously filled with
fear.
“Please no,” the girl begged.
“Forgive me, Mistress.
I did not mean to fail the Guild.
But I could not kill
children.” In her terror,
Melissa relapsed into using Chinese, a language she had spoken much more
than English in her seventeen years.
Both superheroines frowned and exchanged a
glance. What was the girl talking
about, and why was she so afraid of them?
“Kill me for my weakness, Mistress.
But do not torture me again.”
Natassia answered in Chinese.
“Of course we will not torture
you. And we will not kill you
either. Why are you so afraid”
We owe you our lives.”
“Are you not members of the Assassins’
Guild? And do you not know of
my crime?”
Nova gave a slow nod of understanding, as did the Jade
Dragon. Well schooled in the
arts and customs of the orient they understood what the girl was talking
about.
“We are superheroines,” said Sun Lin, speaking in
Cantonese. “We save
people’s lives. We do not
kill them.”
Melissa sat up, a look of hope on her
face. “You mean you are
not members of the Assassins’
Guild?”
“There is no Assassins’ Guild in
Nova smiled at Sun Lin’s use of the word
‘child.’ Both she Sun
Lin were only a few years older than
Melissa.
“I think you better tell us about yourself,
Melissa. In turn we will tell
you about us.”
Melissa told her story. The two
heroines listened with rapt attention, and then told the girl about
themselves. After listening to
her story, they realized that she could be
trusted. After all, she could
have left them to be tortured to death by Retinoff and his
men.
“You were very brave to take on that bunch by yourself,” said Nova
after the exchange of histories.
“If you would use your assassin’s skills for good, you could
become a formidable crimefighter.”
Melissa nodded. “I think
that is what I would like to do. I
want to stay with you and become a superheroine like you and the Jade
Dragon.”
Sun Lin smiled. “Welcome,
Melissa. You will make a good
heroine. Now you just have to
choose a costume and a name.”
“I have a name already chosen,” replied the girl, touching herself
between her breasts and feeling the raised scar where she had been branded
by the Master Assassin. “I
am going to call myself Scorpion.”
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