The Adventures of the Black Scorpion

Author: L’Espion

Illustrated by Evil Incarnate

Chapter 4 Slave

Darcy shivered as she was dragged forward. She was nude except for her cowl, a condition she was almost becoming accustomed to. So far Von Stern had not seen fit to unmask her. What special event he was saving that for she had no idea, but she was certain that her identity would not go undiscovered for much longer. That suspicion was driven strongly home as she looked out over the audience facing her. There were about twenty men in all, and a couple of women. Many of them she recognized as some of the biggest names in organized crime in the city, the others were unknown. She had a pretty good idea why they were there, however. Von Stern had promised that she would become a sex slave and now it appeared he was about to follow through on that pledge.

Her suspicions were confirmed a few seconds later when Von Stern began to speak. “You see before you the delicious figure of the Black Scorpion. She has been whipped, sexually abused, and completely humiliated, but she has not yet been broken. Her fighting spirit is intact even if her virtue is not. However, today I offer you a chance to test that unbridled spirit. Think what it would be to enjoy the delights of a superheroine as she fights desperately to prevent further degradation. She is available on a rental basis to the highest bidder. The bidding starts at $50,000. What am I offered?”

Darcy struggled to free herself from the manacles that chained her wrists. Von Stern had secured her wrists behind her and linked them to another chain around her slender waist. To make sure she did not get any ideas about using her powerful legs he had also placed leg irons on her ankles. There was no chance of getting out of so many restraints, and after a few unsuccessful tries she gave it up, especially when she noticed the stares of the assembled criminals had fixated on her jiggling breasts.

One of the men in the audience stood up. “I’ll give fifty grand,” he said.

“Fifty thousand bid from Spangles Morton,” Von Stern echoed, acting as auctioneer.

Another man stood up. It was someone Darcy knew well. “Fifty grand? That’s peanuts. That bitch owes me. One hundred thousand.”

“Oh god,” Darcy thought. “He’s supposed to be in jail for life. Who let him out?”

“One hundred thousand from Slasher Sims,” Von Stern repeated.

Darcy shuddered. Sims was a notoriously brutal criminal known for his predilection for capturing and torturing women. Two years ago she had taken great delight in beating him to a bloody pulp before leaving him for the authorities. He had been given life without chance of parole. What was he doing here? And where had he gotten the money to join in this disgusting auction?

Another voice sounded. “One hundred fifty.”

Darcy experienced a strange sense of relief. She did not recognize the bidder but he had to be a better choice than Sims. She almost laughed. How could she be relieved that she was only going to be raped by a normal sadist? It seemed so bizarre.

“Orson Jones for one-and-a-half grand,” Von Stern intoned.

“Damn,” Darcy thought. “Not much of an improvement.” Jones was heavily involved in the international sex trade. It was said that he personally broke in reluctant recruits himself.

Another bidder cut in, pushing the bid to two hundred thousand. After that it moved up more slowly, the bidders increasing their bids by only five thousand dollars at a time. Darcy actually felt slighted. Surely she was worth more than a couple of hundred grand. “Cheap bastards,” she thought.

Suddenly a voice cut in from the back of the room. “Enough of this. Who wants a heroine just for a few days? How much do you want to sell her outright?”

“She’s for rent; not for sale,” Von Stern replied.

“Everything has a price,” the speaker replied. “I bid two million, but that’s an offer to buy.”

Darcy looked out over the audience. The man was at the back of the hall, partly hidden in shadows. There was something vaguely familiar about the speaker, but she couldn’t be sure who it was. Then he stepped forward into the light. “Oh damn,” she muttered.

“Yes, Black Scorpion,” the figure said. “I expect you remember me. I have a score to settle with you and I promise that it will be as painful as possible. To that end I intend to buy you and share you with a select few of my fellow criminals.”

“Goldhammer,” Darcy thought. She had only barely won against the golden-armoured brute and she had done it by subterfuge rather than strength, tricking him into following her into an electrical substation where she had subjected him to 150,000 volts of electricity. She had thought him incinerated in the explosion and fire that had followed, but here he was clad in his gold armour once again. Build into the suit was the weapon that gave him his name. It was a complex electronic device that issued subsonic vibrations capable of demolishing a building or ripping apart any living organism it was turned on. In her battle with him she had barely escape with her life.

A murmur ran through the assembled bidders, but no one challenged Goldhammer’s bid. No one except Von Stern. “It’s not enough,” he said. “I never planned to sell her. There are still things I want to do to her.”

“Then let us compromise,” Goldhammer said. “I suspect there are a number of us here that have grudges against the Black Scorpion. Suppose we make it worth your while to let us have her for awhile provided that she is returned to you when we are done.”

Von Stern thought for a bit and then answered. “Agreed, but she must not be permanently damaged or unmasked. I want that privilege for myself.”

“Agreed,” said Goldhammer. He scanned the assembled villains. There was a murmur of agreement.

“I suggest we leave her in your care,” Goldhammer continued. “You seem to have a properly equipped facility to enjoy her. I will begin my session with her today, and when I am finished one of my colleagues may have his turn.”

Von Stern quickly acquiesced. The auction had gone much better than he had hoped. Not only would he be several million dollars wealthier, but he would still have the right to the final humiliation of his superheroine captive. “I leave her to you,” he said. “I am sure you will enjoy her as much as I have.”

Goldhammer nodded a quick reply. He was already running his eyes over the body of the now trembling heroine. She was delicious. Where would he start?

“You like rope bondage, Black Scorpion?” Goldhammer asked. “It’s certainly something I have looked forward to ever since you broke my organization. He cinched up the last rope. Now he was ready to begin.

Darcy fought to keep from whimpering in pain. Goldhammer had methodically bound her nude body, using the coarse hemp ropes so favoured by the Japanese. The cords cut painfully into her flesh as she swung helplessly from the ceiling.

Her body was painfully arched, most of her weight suspended from several hemp strands that were centred in the small of her back. She was well supported, with ropes encircling her torso above and below her breasts, and still others tied about her upper thighs, the loops pulled tightly between her legs to inflict maximum discomfort. Directly above her was a heavy ceiling beam into which had been sunk a large eyebolt. Ropes had been threaded through the bolt, several cords ruining to the ropes confining her breasts and others to the ropes about her waist. She swung slowly back and forth as the involuntary movements caused her to oscillate.

There were numerous other ropes tied to her body. So many that she had lost track of all of the various painful twists and turns. Her wrists were bound to her ankles in an agonizing hogtie that made it very difficult to breathe, and ropes just above her elbows pulled tightly toward the centre of her body. Gasping for air, she had no breath left to reply. It was all she could do to keep from moaning in torment, but even worse, she knew that the torture at the hands of the arch-villain was just beginning.

“What’s the matter, Black Scorpion, cat got your tongue?” Goldhammer had stripped off his gold armor. Darcy had never seen him without it, but what she saw was hardly reassuring. What was revealed was a heavyset individual, with dark, graying hair and a black mustache. He wore a black sleeveless muscle shirt that emphasized his powerful build, and a pair of blue jeans.

“First a little warm up,” he said. He moved to her head and slowly unbuckled his pants, revealing his already erect phallus. “You have no I idea how much I have fantasized about this.” He moved his erection toward her lips. The smell of Goldhammer’s member assailed her nostrils. Desperately, she tried to avoid the intrusion by turning her head, but he gripped her breasts and squeezing hard ordered her to cooperate.

“Suck me or I’ll squeeze your tits until they bleed.” He emphasized his point by brutally crushing and twisting her breasts. Darcy whimpered in pain and parted her lips. There was no way to avoid the humiliation of taking him in her mouth. Sooner or later he would have his way and she was already in so much pain and discomfort from the bondage that she had little resistance left. It had taken him more than an hour to bind her to his satisfaction and for most of the ordeal she had been suspended by the ropes at the small of her back. Hogtied from the beginning, the bondage had been painful from the start and it was all she could do to keep from pleading for mercy. She did not know, however, how long she could hold out.

“Mmmpph!” she murmured as Goldhammer’s manhood entered her mouth. It was painfully large, almost dislocating her jaw as he drove to the back of her throat. Almost gagging she struggled to keep from suffocating as he pumped slowly in and out of her.

“Ah, your mouth is so wet and warm,” Goldhammer crowed. “It’s going to be interesting to see what your cunt is like.”

Darcy’s body swung back and forth as Goldhammer enjoyed her mouth. His hands fondled her breasts, tweaking and twisting her nipples to get a reaction from her, while he worked his phallus down her throat. His breathing quickened as the warmth and wetness of her mouth excited him and then he pulled out of her. “Now let’s try the other end,” he gloated.

Gasping for breath, Darcy felt a familiar fear surge through her as her legs were parted. There was the usual stab of pain as Goldhammer’s shaft penetrated her gates of pleasure, parting the lips of her vulva and sinking deep into her in one powerful thrust. It was incredibly painful and made even more so by the excruciatingly awkward position of her body. He enjoyed her for over an hour before giving in to his pleasure. Spurting into her he withdrew, but her ordeal was just beginning. Standing around her were several of the villains who had come to bid on her. Thanks to Goldmember's sadistic generosity they were now to savour what they had come to bid on without having to pay. They made full use of the opportunity swarming around her body like flies on dead meat.

“Gently, gentlemen,” Goldmember cautioned. “I’ll kill anyone who does permanent damage to her.”

Darcy cried out as she was pounded again and again. She had tried to resist, but by the time she was raped the fifth or sixth time her resistance was gone. She swam in an ocean of pain and humiliation, her prided shattered as she was reduced to the status of a sexual toy.

“My turn, I believe.” Darcy had thought that she was too far gone to react any more to her tormentors, but the sound of that voice send a cold chill through her.

“Oh god,” she thought. It’s Sims.” With some relief she remembered Goldhammer’s warning. No one was to harm her, but somehow she didn’t expect that any warning would have much of an effect on Sims. When he had sent him to prison he had vowed that he would hunt her down one day and make her pay. Now he was just inches away and she was totally at his mercy.

“Frightened, Black Scorpion?” Sims asked. His voice dripped venom. “You should be. I’m not going to give you any ordinary fuck. This is one session you will remember.”

“You’re not to harm me,” Darcy protested. She hated herself even as the words left her mouth. She sounded like a frightened girl, not a superheroine, but her brutal treatment at Von Stern’s hand had shattered her arrogant superheroine confidence. Now she was just a frightened woman desperate to escape the brutal treatment she was being subjected to.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of damaging that perfect body. Not when I want to be able to enjoy it over and over again.”

Darcy trembled. With her body arched and her head below the level of her hips, she could not see Sims, but she could feel him as he moved between her bruised thighs. “Now try this, Superheroine slut!” Sims growled as he pushed forward.

“Uuunnggh!” Darcy grunted in surprised agony as Sims entered her. It was like being raped by a bull. A bull with a ridged phallus. Her vulva was split apart and then viciously massaged with the ribbed edges. She clenched her teeth until she was afraid they would break, but could still not prevent the moans of pain from escaping from her. It was as Sims had promised a fuck that she would never forget. Two hours later she hung limply from the ropes, her throat raw from screaming and her body lathered with sweat and blood.

“A good start,” Goldmember’s voice said. “Thank you Mr. Sims. I like it when I see people use a little imagination. Wherever did you get a dildo that big?”

“I had it specially made,” Sims replied. “I found it useful when entertaining some of my female captives.”

“I expect you did,” Goldhammer replied expressionlessly. “Now whose turn is it?”

Darcy was left dangling from the intricate web of ropes that confined her body as thug after thug enjoyed her. She was raped around the clock by every criminal who had attended the auction. At the end she was so exhausted that she was barely conscious. Only then did Goldhammer step in and cut her down. “I leave her to you,” he said to Von Stern. “Tomorrow I will continue to collect on my purchase.”

Von Stern had Darcy hauled off. As before he had her cleaned up, although this time she was barely cognizant of the fact. Asleep before she was even returned to her cell, she did not even eat the wholesome meal Von Stern had prepared for her. Her weakness, however, was not allowed to interfere with the plans of her captors. About mid-morning she was roused from her exhausted sleep. “Time to get ready, Black Scorpion,” Von Stern pronounced as he entered her cell. “You have half an hour to make yourself presentable.”

Darcy forced herself to her feet. Her every movement sent waves of pain through her body. Staggering to the mirror that Von Stern had now provided she surveyed her image. Removing her cowl she saw a beaten woman looking back at her. Her body was crisscrossed with rope burns and the marks of Von Stern’s whipping were clearly visible on her swollen breasts. But is it was her face that reflected her defeat the most strongly. Her mahogany eyes lacked the usual luster, and her cheeks were sunken. Her lips were still bore the marks of her teeth where she had unconsciously bitten them to fight back against the pain. Was there any more point in resisting? She had been broken by the endless round of rape and violence. She was alone and at the mercy of men who hated her and were determined to exact their vengeance upon her. Perhaps when Von Stern returned she should throw herself on her knees and beg for mercy. She knew that would please him, but would it stop him from torturing her? She shook her head. She knew it would not. Her hands shaking, she drew a comb through her chestnut locks and then replaced her cowl. Surrender was not an option. She would have to face whatever her tormentors had planned for her.

A sound outside her cell alerted her to Von Stern’s return. She turned to face the cell door and took a deep breath. From somewhere deep inside her she drew on her remaining strength. Bruised physically and mentally, her loins aching, and so frightened she was almost sick, she waited for the door to open; trying desperately not to think about what her captors had planned for her.

The door swung back, and Von Stern stood there. Right behind him was Goldhammer and Sims. The archcriminal smiled in false greeting. “Good morning, Black Scorpion.” He turned his head toward the henchmen who were with him. “Secure her. I expect our heroine is excited about what is to happen to her.”

Darcy’s knees almost gave out as once again she was fitted with chains, but somehow she held herself erect. Then, almost fainting in fear she was led from the cell. She could no longer hold back the thought. What would Goldhammer and his friends do to her today?

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