The Adventures of Star Eagle

Episode 2  A New Champion

by L'Espion

 

Chapter 4  Treverson

 

“Fucking bitch,” cursed Stetsman.  Screwing an unconscious woman wasn’t any fun.  He gave her two more thrusts and blew his load into her.  Stepping back, he wiped himself off and pulled his pants back up.  The heroine hung limply, her shoulders badly distorted by her body weight, and her once gorgeous body covered in sweat, dirt, and semen.  She stank to high heavens and was bleeding heavily from her vagina and anus.  He began to wonder if he might not  have overdone it.

 

“Thought you were supposed to be a superheroine,” he said to the unconscious girl.  She certainly didn’t look like one any more.  She appeared to be barely alive.  Weren’t superheroines supposed to be indestructible?  Maybe he was wrong about that.  Maybe that theory only applied to bitches like Star Eagle.  It wouldn’t do to lose his investment.  Slacking off the ropes he lowered the heroine to the floor.  She seemed to be barely breathing. 

 

“God damn it.  Why do these things always happen to me?”  He had spent a lot of time, effort, and money to capture the heroine.  If she died on him it would all be wasted.  And then there was the potential profit he would lose.  He had planned to hire her out to high priced clients.  People would pay a good deal of cash to fuck a superheroine.  But that would all be gone if she wasn’t in good shape.  Swearing again he tied her to one of the supporting pillars and went outside.

 

The line of cars he had towed into place gleamed in the moonlight.  None of them had any engines and he had gotten them cheap from a local auto wrecker.  At night the dents and scratches didn’t show.  He had chosen wrecks for a very good reason.  None of them had batteries and the electric bitch wouldn’t be able to draw power from any of them.  He had parked them there purely for effect, so that the gullible superheroine would be drawn into his trap.  It had worked damned well.  The problem was his car was about a mile down the road and he would have to walk there.  Shrugging his shoulders he set off.

 

The car was where he had left it and it took him only a few minutes to retrieve his cell phone from the glove compartment and make a phone call.  Luck was with him once again.  The call was answered on the third ring.  The person on the other end wasn’t too happy about being called in the middle of the night, but his changed his tune when Stetsman promised him five grand for a night’s work.  Grinning in satisfaction, Stetsman settled down to wait.

 

 

“You made one hell of a mess out of this girl, Stetsman.  I’m surprised she is still breathing.”  The man who spoke was a bespectacled man in his mid-forties.  He was of average height and suffering severely from hair depletion.

 

“Spare me the lecture, doc.  I didn’t bring you out here for a sermon.  Can you fix her?”

 

Doctor Henry Treverson, nodded.  “She might heal with a bit of rest and some decent food, but she is in a pretty bad way.  You appear to have dislocated both her shoulders and she is pretty battered up.    You are going to have to lay off her for awhile.  Since she is a superheroine I suspect she will heal quickly, but I can’t be sure of that.  You say her power is electrical in nature?”

 

“Yes,” Stetsman replied.  She draws power from nearby electrical resources and redirects it at her enemies.  That’s why I lured her to this abandoned farmhouse.  The utility company disconnected it years ago.”

 

“Then,” said the balding doctor, “I suggest you restore a little bit of her power.  It might help her heal.”

 

“Can’t do that, doc.  I give her access to electricity and she is going to fry me.”

 

“Then she is probably going to take a long time to heal.  I have an idea.  Why don’t we arrange it so that she can’t use her power even when there is a ready supply of electricity?”

 

“How we going to do that, doc?”

 

“I’ll show you,” grinned Treverson.  “But it is going to cost you extra.”

 

“How much?” asked Stetsman, frowning.

 

“Fifty grand plus expenses; and I want a piece of that sweet brown sugar.  I’ve never seen a finer body in all my years of medicine.”

 

“Medicine hey?  It that what you call it?” 

 

Treverson coloured in anger.  He didn’t like being reminded of the fact that his license to practice medicine had been revoked.  He had been a prominent gynecologist until several of his patients complained that he had drugged them into unconsciousness and then had sex with them.   “That is my price,” he hissed.  “Take it or leave it.”

 

“That’s pretty pricey, doc,” said Stetsman.  He did a quick mental calculation.  If the heroine could be healed and controlled she would be worth a fortune.  Treverson’s price was small by comparison.  “Alright doc, tell me what I have to do.”

 

 

Lubaya awoke.  Her body hurt all over, but she was able to move a little.  With a grunt of pain she sat up.  She was sitting on a bed inside a metal cage, but she was in a well lit room and not in the filthy run-down barn where she had been raped and tortured.  Most importantly, however, she had her powers back!

 

In spite of her injuries she forced herself to her feet.  Slowly she began to pull the power into her body.  In a few seconds she would blast the cell apart and free herself.  But as she readied herself a balding man with glasses and wearing a white coat stepped into view. 

 

“I wouldn’t do that I were you, Simba.  In case you haven’t noticed You are in a metal cage and I have grounded you to it.  Any electrical discharge will simply be absorbed by the cage, perhaps even resulting in damage to your body.”

 

For the first time, Lubaya noticed that a metal shackle encircled her left ankle.  A chain led from the shackle to the bars of the cage.  She also realized that she was completely naked and in full view of the balding man.

 

The balding man looked at an instrument he was holding.  “You have built up quite a charge,” he said.  “About twenty thousand volts.  Most impressive.  But there is no way for you to threaten me with it.  Any electricity will flow into the chain and then into the cage.  Since you are standing in the cage that is probably not something you would enjoy.” 

 

Lubaya was filled with a sinking feeling, but she just had to try it.  Forewarned, however, she just tried a small discharge. 

 

“Ahh!” She got an immediate jolt of electricity.  The balding man was right.  It was a good thing she had kept the power low.

 

The balding man smiled mockingly at her.  “Some people just have to find out for themselves.  You are completely helpless, my dear.  You might as well relax and enjoy your stay.”

 

Lubaya sat back on the bed.  She was still very sore, but surprisingly not displaying as many signs of her ordeal as she had expected.  Her heavy breasts, which had been grossly distorted by Stetsman’s torture, were back to normal, although they were still badly bruised.  Similarly, her thighs and vaginal region were sore, but only slightly bruised.  She seemed to be healing nicely.  She sighed in relief.  She had feared that Stetsman’s brutality had damaged her permanently. 

 

She wondered at the change in treatment.  She was still a prisoner and apparently at the mercy of criminals, but she was not being brutalized.  It almost seemed too good to be true.  She suspected that the decent treatment would not last long, but in the meantime she decided to take advantage of it.  Lying back on the bed she tried to relax.  It would certainly have been nice to have some clothing.  Even the bed did not have blankets.  Instead an array of heat lamps kept her warm enough.  Apparently the bald man wanted to keep her on display at all times and that seemed rather ominous.

 

At that moment the door opened.  Lubaya took a quick breath.  It was Stetsman.  A shiver of fear ran through her.

 

The ruthless thug approached the cage and peered in at her.  “Looks likes she’s coning along nicely, doc.  How long until she’s ready?”

 

Stetsman spoke about her as if she was not even there, but Lubaya remained silent.  There was nothing she could do about her situation.  She listened instead, hoping to learn something.

 

“I would say two days,” the balding man replied.  “She is healing quite rapidly.  As I surmised her powers help her to heal.”

 

“You sure she can’t get out of there?” Stetsman asked looking skeptically at the steel cage.

 

“Oh, she is quite secure.  She cannot escape or use her powers.”

 

“What about when she’s healthy.  How are we going to get at her?”

 

The bald man smiled wickedly.  “Why don’t you wait and see?  I think you will find it most entertaining.  I know I will.”  He laughed and turned back to his work.

 

 

The next two days passed uneventfully for Lubaya.  She was fed at regular intervals and was able to take a shower in a small cubicle next to her bed.  It also contained the toilet.  She was, therefore, able to keep clean and look after her basic needs, but she could not escape.  Hanging over her was that conversation between Stetsman and the “doc.”  She now knew his name, having heard Stetsman call him “Treverson.”  They were waiting for her to heal and then they had something planned for her.  After her nightmare experience with Stetsman, she didn’t have to guess very hard what it would be.  When the day arrived, she waited in acute trepidation for her captors to make their move.

 

She waited all day.  She didn’t even see Stetsman until after her evening meal, and Treverson said nothing to her.  The looks he gave her, however, whenever he passed her cell sent shivers down her spine.

 

Stetsman finally showed up about an hour after she had eaten.  He got directly to the point.  “OK doc, show me how you are going to handle her.  I am going to find this most interesting.”

 

“It is very simple, really,” said Treverson.  “She is of no danger as long as she is grounded by the chain I have attached to her ankle.”

 

“How are you going to get her out of that cage?  She can handle herself pretty well in a fight.”

 

“I don’t think you are going to give me much of a fight are you, sugar?”  Treverson approached the cage as he spoke.  Lubaya said nothing, but simply watched him.  She sensed that her chance to escape was at hand.  She was fully healed and the thugs that had captured her were going to let her out of the cage.  When they did…

 

“She’s really the quiet type isn’t she?” said Treverson.  “No matter.  I think I have a way to get her to make some noise.”  He returned to his workbench and picked up an object.  He made a few adjustments and then returned to the cage.  Lubaya took a quick breath.  Treverson was carrying a three foot rod.  Attached to the end of it was a hypodermic needle.

 

Lubaya backed away as Treverson approached.  His intentions were obvious.  “Come, come, sugar.  Surely you’re not afraid of a little pinprick.”

 

Lubaya finally found her voice.  “Get away from me.”  Her voice did not quaver.  She might be trapped and at the mercy of two completely unscrupulous men, but she was a heroine.  She would not cower before them. 

 

“Oh, she can talk.  I was beginning to think Stetsman had destroyed your vocal cords.  He pretty much beat up the rest of you.”

 

“Get on with it asshole,” said Stetsman.  “I didn’t hire you to point out my shortcomings.”

 

“Patience Stetsman.  Doing things the right way takes a little time.”  Holding the rod in both hands he jabbed it toward Lubaya.  Without thinking she used her powers against him.  The jolt of electricity knocked her to her knees.  She had been beaten by her own weapon.  Taking advantage of the opening, Treverson jabbed the rod with the hypodermic through the bars of the cage. 

 

It caught her in the right thigh, fully depressing the plunger.  The clear fluid in the needle was injected into her.  At first there was no effect, and then Lubaya began to feel dizzy.  She tried to get to her feet, but her legs would not work.  A buzzing noise sounded in her ears and she fell forward.  Strangely, she did not pass out.  Instead, she was fully awake as Treverson opened the door of the cage and after releasing the chain from her ankle, began to pull her out. 

 

“Ooof!  She’s a big girl.  Give me a hand with her.”

 

“With pleasure,” said Stetsman.  “I just love touching that silken skin.” He laughed.  I like the way you tricked her into using her power.  Now she knows what it is like to be on the receiving end.”

 

“Actually that just turned out to be an added bonus.  She just forgot my warning.  But it didn’t matter the injection I gave her would have taken her out anyway.”

 

“What is it?” Stetsman asked.

 

“Just a mild paralyzing agent.  It only works for a few minutes.  She won’t be able to move but she can hear and see everything.”

 

“Better and better.  She’s completely helpless to stop what we are doing, but will know exactly what is going on as we get ready to fuck her.”

 

Stetsman’s words filled Lubaya with horror.  She had already guessed what the two thugs were going to do to her, but somehow his confirmation of her suspicions made it much worse.  She tried to struggle, but her body would not work.  She was as helpless as a baby.

 

She was carried over to a table very much like those she had seen on TV in hospital operating rooms.  It was padded on top and had a number of straps attached to it for securing a patient.  She had no doubt that the straps could serve to hold her as Treverson and Stetsman had their way with her.

 

As she suspected, as soon as she was laid on top of the table she was strapped in place, but not in the conventional manner.  Stetsman first immobilized her arms, strapping them to the sides of the table.  Then he forced each of her legs over the sides and secured them to the lower section of the table, leaving her painfully spread.  The dark den of her treasure trove was fully exposed, the pink interior of her labia pulled slightly open and contrasting sharply with the golden tan of her skin. 

 

Treverson whistled in appreciation.  “Brown sugar.  She’s going to be a really sweet fuck.”

 

Lubaya trembled.  The paralysis was wearing off.  But before she could act Treverson attached a lead to the shackle on her ankle.  “There you go, sugar.  That should keep you from using your powers.  Now to have a little fun.”

 

Lubaya moaned in fear.  The paralyzing drug had almost worn off, but she was helpless to stop Treverson from having his way with her.  Even now the bald-headed ex-doctor was stripping off his clothing. 

 

“Better gag her, doc.  She makes quite a bit of noise.”

 

“Thanks for the tip,” replied Treverson.  He was completely naked now, an unbecoming middle-aged man with a slight paunch and flabby muscle tone.  He moved to the bench and fumbled through his equipment.  “This should do.”  He held up a leather strap resembling a dog collar.  Moving to Lubaya he forced it into her mouth and strapped it behind her head. 

 

Gagged and helpless, Lubaya rolled her eyes as Treverson mounted her.  Climbing onto the table he positioned himself between her thighs and then he began to play with her.

 

He started with her breasts, cupping them with his hands and then slowly massaging the firm flesh.  “Oh, these are fantastic,” he crowed. 

 

Lubaya grunted as the bald man’s grip tightened on her breasts.  The nightmare was beginning all over again, and this time there were two assailants.  It was going to be a long and painful evening. 

 

“Quite a handful aren’t they?” chipped in Stetsman.  “I outa be able to collect quite a bit to have customers chew on them.”

 

Treverson seemed to agree.  Without replying he bent his head and took Lubaya’s left nipple into his mouth.  He bit it lightly and then worried it by shaking his head slightly back and forth.  He spent the next fifteen minutes squeezing, suckling, and pinching her breasts before changing his target.  Through it all Lubaya fought to remain calm, but her smooth body was soon covered in sweat, and her chest heaved as her breathing quickened.

 

“Getting excited, sugar?  Don’t worry.  I’m almost ready.”  Treverson abandoned her breasts and slid down her body, positioning himself so that he could place his mouth over her vulva. 

 

Lubaya shook with fear as Treverson forced his tongue between her labia.  It seemed very long as he used it to stroke the insides of her vulva.  This was something Stetsman had never done to her, but it was a sensation that she did not enjoy.  Instead, she tried to shift her body away from the unwelcome probing of her garden of love.  But Treverson held her fast and continued to lick and probe her vaginal region.  Then, seemingly satisfied with his oral explorations, he shifted his body so that his erect phallus was against her vulva.

 

“God, I love that black pussy,” Treverson said.  “Sweetest little honey pot I’ve ever tasted.”  He shifted his position preparatory to entering her. 

 

Lubaya moaned.  She was going to be raped again.  Her heart beat within her like a hammer.  And then Treverson took her.

 

“Mmpphh!”  Her strangled protest told of her humiliation.  Treverson was not as well endowed as Stetsman, so he didn’t hurt her as much.  But to be raped by one criminal while another looked on was mortifying in the extreme.  And then there was the knowledge that Stetsman was just waiting his turn.  His brutal treatment of her in their first sexual encounter did not have her looking forward to a second. 

 

“Jeez, look at those tits bounce,” crowed Stetsman as Treverson hammered into her.  Lubaya winced in pain as the bald headed doctor pounded her.  Her entire body jerked with each thrust.  Involuntarily she arched her back in an effort to evade the brutal violation of her nether region, but she succeeded only in arousing the balding man to greater efforts.

 

“Christ, I think she’s enjoying this!  You really get off being fucked by a white man don’t you sugar?”

 

Lubaya’s reply would have been unprintable if she had not been gagged, but she could only scream a muffled curse at the ex-physician as he used her to his heart’s content.  In spite of his rather unimposing appearance Treverson was a real sexual athlete, able to maintain an erection for well over an hour.  It was this ability that had actually led to his being thrown out of the medical profession.  One of his patients had awakened before he was finished with her.  She had been most displeased to find her trusted physician riding her like a pony.

 

On this occasion Treverson outdid himself.  Two hours after he had started he finally climaxed.  By that time Lubaya was completely exhausted, not so much from the rape, but from the constant straining at the straps that held her in a futile effort to escape. 

 

“My God, that was fantastic.  Tightest pussy I’ve ever had.”  Treverson climbed off the panting heroine.  “I’ve just got to have her one more time.”

 

“You can have her as many times as you want, doc,” said Stetsman as he unbuckled his belt.  “But our agreement was for just one fuck.  From now on it’s going to cost you five grand each time.”

 

Treverson pulled on his clothes.  “Why should I pay five grand when I can have her for free?  Picking up the rod he had used to inject Lubaya he thrust the hypodermic into Stetsman’s exposed backside. 

 

“What the hell?” exclaimed Stetsman.  “You fucking double-crosser.”  Then he collapsed to his knees and pitched forward. 

 

Treverson finished undressing the unconscious thug, chuckling as he did so.  “He’s going to be in for one hell of a surprise when he wakes up.” 

 

When he had removed the last of Stetsman’s clothes he dragged him over to the cage Lubaya had been confined in and pushed him inside.  “There that should hold him until I decide what to do with him.”  Treverson laughed again and then turned back to Lubaya.

 

“Well, brown sugar; it’s just you and me.  I think I’m going to have a really great time with you for the next little while.”  He grinned widely.  The look of fear that flashed though the heroine’s eyes told him that she had received his message.

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