The Adventures of Star
Eagle
Episode 2
by L'Espion
Chapter
5 Dire
Straits
Colty waited in fear. She was
still naked and the tiny room she had been shut up in was scarcely more than
a broom closet. There was enough
room to lie down but there were absolutely no amenities and her bladder was
near bursting. She dared not
complain, however. She had had
more than her fill of Kleine and his
thugs. The plane flight had been
uneventful even though Carly had hoped it might not
be. Her best chance for escape
would have been if her plane had been picked up on radar and intercepted
by the US Air Force. But Kleine
was a good pilot. He had flown
low, barely thirty feet above the ocean and had come in on some deserted
landing strip in the
The flight had not been a comfortable one. She had been squeezed in with Kleine’s henchmen and they had spent the entire flight enjoying her charms. There wasn’t much she could do about it with her hands handcuffed behind her so she had been forced to endure. At least she had not been raped again; there wasn’t enough room in the plane to make that possible. But now that they had landed it would be entirely another matter. So far they had been too busy to pay any attention to her, but she was quite certain that would change soon. They must have had some reason for keeping her alive, and it didn’t take any imagination to figure out what that was.
“Some PI I turned out to be,” she muttered. “Got myself caught and gang banged silly by a bunch of thugs. Christ knows what else they’ve got planned for me.” She winced as she thought about what else they had done to her. Just thinking about the way she had been tortured made her nipples throb. They rest of her wasn’t in much better shape. Kleine’s three stooges hadn’t been at all gentle when they had worked her over in the back of the plane. She was covered with bruises in most of her private places.
“God, I’ve really got to pee,” she thought. But there was nothing in the tiny room she could use, not even a small bucket. Almost frantic, she considered banging on the door in spite of the consequences. She was spared that desperate act, however, when the bolt on the door was suddenly drawn back and the door thrown open.
Kleine stood there, his smug face beaming. “You still here, babe? Nice of you to hang around.”
Colty stared stone-faced at the arrogant
thug. Had he not had six of his
goons with him she would have kicked him in the
balls. Apparently, he had managed
to get a few more members of his gang
together. It was probably the
reason he had flown to
“Out,” Kleine ordered. “I want you to clean yourself up. For an attractive woman you don’t take very good care of yourself, and quite frankly you stink.”
Colty staggered forward. A couple of thugs took each of her handcuffed arms and marched her toward a part of the building she had not seen before. When the plane had landed a car had been waiting at the airstrip. She had been tossed into the trunk and had no idea where she had been taken. When the car stopped she found that she was in some sort of warehouse where she had been locked in the closet. The entire trip had taken abut an hour, so she probably had traveled at least sixty miles. But where she was, she had no idea.
“Nice bod, babe,” one of the thugs said as he guided Colty through a doorway. “You should clean up real good.”
Ignorant prick,” thought Colty. She was in a shower room. A row of urinals took up one wall and several stalls another. The largest wall was occupied by a large shower with multiple shower heads. The thugs directed her toward it, but Colty dug in her heels.
“How about letting me take a leak first?” she asked. “Or do you want to watch me do it while I shower?” Both thugs laughed.
“This twat is tough,” said the man she had thought of as a ‘prick.’ “Sure honey,” he continued. “You can take a piss. We’ll even take the handcuffs off. Just don’t try anything funny.” To emphasize his point the man who had spoken pulled out a gun and held it to her head.
In her present condition, Colty was not inclined to offer any resistance. She was too beaten and exhausted to put up much of a fight. She needed food and rest. Nodding in compliance she allowed the thug to remove the handcuffs and push her toward one of the booths.
She relieved herself as quickly as she could. Just as much as she needed to attend to her bodily functions she also needed to clean herself. She stank of semen and sweat and she desperately wanted to wash the evidence of her ordeal from her body. Emerging from the stall she went directly to the shower and turned on the water.
The touch of the water upon her skin would have been heavenly if it had not been for the fact that she was watched every second by her escorts. Neither of the morons who guarded her could resist commenting on her body, but she ignored them as best she could, concentrating on removing the filth and grime that covered her. The bruises and scratches she could do nothing about, but she was relieved to see that none of her injuries were serious. A few days and they would heal, provided she was not abused in the interval.
“Alright, babe. That’s good enough. Now comb out that blonde mane and let’s go.” Kleine’s henchman tossed her a comb as he spoke. It was not too clean. Colty guessed that it belonged to the thug who had given it to her. She gave it back to him when she was finished. Then she submitted to having her hands cuffed behind her back again and was led from the room.
As they proceeded through the building the man who had given her the comb suddenly cupped her right breast. Colty did not protest, guessing it would have been useless in any case, but her quick intake of breath showed her fear.
“Hands off, asshole,” said the other man. “You heard what Kleine said. “He wants her to have a little rest before we start in on her again.”
“Screw you. A little feel ain’t gonna hurt her.” the thug replied, continuing to fondle Colty’s breast. He dug his fingers in, causing her to wince as he mauled areas of her body that were already badly bruised.
The other man stopped dead and pulled out his gun. “I’ll shoot you now if you don’t get your hands off her, asshole. I’m not going up against Kleine.”
“Alright,” said the other man, withdrawing his hand. “I just wanted a bit of fun.”
The rest of the walk to her quarters was covered without incident. To her relief Colty was not taken back to the closet, but instead to a small room with a bed and a bathroom. “Stay here,” the thug who had protected her said, with a grin. He pushed her into the room and then closed the door. Colty heard a key turn in the lock. She stood for s second wondering what to do. Her hands were still handcuffed behind her back so she couldn’t even turn on the cold water tap of the small sink to get a drink without difficulty. Mentally and physically exhausted, she moved to the bed and sat on the edge of it.
She was too tired to even lie down and remained there mutely for several minutes. She was disturbed in her reverie by the sound of the key turning in the lock again. The door opened and she saw that it was the same two men who had brought her to the room. Not knowing their names she had already christened them “Asshole” and “Prick.”
“Lunch time, babe,” said Prick. He placed a plate of sandwiches on the bed next to her. “Sorry there’s no wine. You’ll just have to use the sink.” He unlocked her handcuffs and then without further taunting left the room, locking the door once more.
Colty ate ravenously, consuming the plate of sandwiches in just a few minutes. She realized when she was finished that she didn’t even know what kind of sandwiches they were, although there was a distinct taste of tuna in her mouth. Satisfying her thirst at the sink, she returned to the bed and burying herself in the blankets was almost immediately asleep.
She was kept in the room for a full day without incident. She was fed twice more, each time with sandwiches, but she was smart enough not to complain. She needed food to rebuild her strength, and the twenty-four hour respite from physical and sexual molestation was just what she needed. But it was not to last. Just as she was lying down to sleep she heard a key turn in the lock. The sound chilled her. It was not time for her next meal, and so this was something special. The door swung open and revealed Asshole and Prick.
“On your knees, babe, vacation’s over,” Prick ordered.
Colty considered resisting. She had recovered enough to believe that she had a chance, but reconsidered when she saw that both thugs had their guns pointed at her. Reluctantly she dropped to her knees.
“Hands on your head and don’t move otherwise I make a hole in your pretty back.”
Colty placed her hands on her head and Prick entered the cell holding a waist chain handcuff belt. It was the sort of device she had used herself on some of the criminals she had apprehended. It took only a few seconds for Prick to lock it around her waist and then secure her wrists to the cuffs located on either side. It was more comfortable than having her hands cuffed behind her back, but just as secure. He then locked a set of leg irons about her ankles.
Colty burned with humiliation. She was secured like a common criminal. For one who had brought so many thugs to justice it was a degrading and mortifying situation. Even worse, she was still completely naked. She was to be paraded before Kleine’s goons like some slave girl from the Arabian Nights.
“Let’s go babe,” said Prick, taking her arm and pulling her to her feet. Escorted by the two thugs she was led through the large building. In a large central room Kleine waited with more than a dozen men. Every eye turned toward her and her nude appearance drew a number of lewd comments.
Colty kept her head up. She may have suffered temporary defeat, but she was not completely beaten. Ignoring the catcalls she stood before the heavyset crime boss.
“Still proud I see,” sneered Kleine. He turned to his men. “Boys, this bitch acts as if she owns the place. She’s about to find out different.” He turned back to Colty. “I’ve got a job for you babe. It should be right up your alley.” He waited for a response from Colty, but she remained silent. What kind of job could Kleine possible offer her?
“You don’t seem very interested,” Kleine continued. “But you should be, you’re already dressed for it.” He ogled her breasts suggestively.
Colty almost opened her mouth to respond, but held her tongue. She was tired of playing Kleine’s games. All he wanted was to hear her protest or curse him so he could further degrade her. Her most defiant action was to remain silent.
“You’re a cool bitch,” Kleine said. He was plainly irritated. “We’ll see how cool you are when you are sucking off my crew.”
So that was what Kleine had kept her for. She knew that she was probably of no use to him now. He had kept her alive for one final humiliation. After that…?
“Get on you knees, bitch,” Kleine ordered. “You won’t talk and so we’re gonna find another use for your mouth.”
Colty finally responed. It was short and to the point. “You might as well kill me now, asshole. Because I will die before I kneel before you.”
“So you can talk,” Kleine jeered. “I was hoping you’d refuse to cooperate. It gives me one more chance to use this.” He gestured toward a bench lining one of the walls.
Colty followed his pointing hand.
She swallowed hard. On
the bench was the set of jumper cables and the heavy battery he had used
to torture her in
“Hook her up,” Kleine ordered.
Colty’s knees almost buckled in fear as Boze and Caltman, the two men who had prepared her for torture the first time, came forward. Somehow, she found the inner strength not to flinch as the two thugs seized her by the arms. Helpless to fight back she was forced to allow them to do what they wanted with her.
Her right wrist was freed from the waist chain and tied to a length of rope. Boze and Caltman ignored the left wrist, leaving it secured to the chain. The rope was tossed over a metal roof support and used to haul her arm into the air. As on the previous occasion, the two thugs kept on pulling until she was standing on her toes. Then they fetched the jumper cables.
Colty prepared for the pain of having her breasts clamped, but this time Kleine and his thugs had a different area of her body targeted. She winced as Boze brutally inserted the positive terminal into her vagina; already she was breathing hard, trying to control her fear, but it was becoming more and more difficult by the second.
“That feel good, babe?” taunted Kleine as Boze worked the terminal into place.
Again, Colty remained silent, but she twisted her body slightly as the metallic terminal was forced into her vagina. It hurt, and she was already envisioning the frightening pain that would be generated when the terminal was attached to the battery.
Boze finished the job by using duct tape to secure the terminal in place and then picked up the other terminal. Colty braced herself for the pain of the metal clamp on her breast, but Boze caught her off guard by grabbing her nose. At the same time Caltman placed his fingers on either side of her jaw and forced her mouth open.
“Mmmpphhh!” Colty protested in shocked surprise as Boze pushed the terminal between her teeth. With a few deft movements, he then wound the duct tape around her head firmly taping the terminal in place. Try as she might, she could not dislodge it from her teeth.
“I thought this might be a bit more interesting, babe,” Kleine jibed. He connected the positive terminal to the battery and held the other one ready.
Colty shook her head, trying to dislodge the apparatus from her mouth. She was so frightened that she was almost sick. The pain of the electric current would be agonizing, but with her mouth blocked by the terminal she would be unable to ask Kleine to stop. Clearly he was not interested in forcing her to cooperate so much as he was going to enjoy torturing her. Why hadn’t she agreed to do what he asked? But she already knew why. The was no way that she could do what Kleine wanted simply because he asked her to, no matter how threatened she felt. It was just not part of her mentality to give up without a fight. And now she was to pay the price for her stubborn pride.
“Nnngghh!” The pain was more than she would have beloved possible. The electric current surged into her vaginal region and her mouth. Her body arched and her mouth clamped on the terminal so tightly she thought her teeth were going to break. And then Kleine broke the circuit.
“How’s that for starters, babe. I think I’ll play with you for awhile and then see if you’ve changed your mind.”
“Mmmpphh!” Colty murmured. She had already given in, but as Kline had intended, she was unable to surrender. “Nnnggghhh!” The current ripped through her body again convulsing her in acute agony, and then the current stopped again. A few seconds later she screamed again as the torture resumed.
How long Kleine kept up the brutal torment she did not know, but each time it tore through her it felt as if a red hot iron was being shoved into her vagina. Her eyes, tongue, and teeth burned as electrical pulses shot though them. After a few minutes she could no longer see or hear properly. Even the sounds of her own muffled screams seemed distant and unrelated. Everything around her blurred into a hazy background as the pain took over and dominated her senses. Oblivious to the jeers of the assembled thugs she fought her own private battle against the unremitting anguish that was forced upon her. Probably the entire ordeal did not last longer than half an hour, but it was more than enough to leave her shaking uncontrollably, her body covered in sweat and a large pool of urine at her feet.
Boze removed the clamp from her mouth, ripping out a few strands of her golden hair as he tore the duct tape off. Colty took a deep breath and then spat blood as her mouth was freed from the horrible device. She moaned in agony as Boze jerked the other electrode from her ravaged vagina. Something wet trickled down her leg; she guessed it was probably blood.
“Had enough, babe?” Kleine asked, moving to stand in front of her.
Colty nodded in defeat. The torment she had been put through was too horrific for her to endure again. She would do whatever the crime boss asked.
“Cut her down,” Kleine ordered.
Colty’s legs would not bear her weight. As soon as her wrist was released she tumbled to the floor, sprawling in her own urine and blood.
“Disgusting,” Kleine sneered.
“Drag her out of here and wash the filth off
her. Then bring her
back. She’s going to be
a very busy girl.”
Colty was dragged to the same shower room where she had been allowed to wash herself earlier and dumped unceremoniously into a shower. Boze turned on the water and let it rain down on her. The fact that he had not turned on any warm water soon had Colty shivering from head to toe. Hardly able to stand she forced herself to her feet and turned the hot water tap. Boze and Caltman made no effort to help her, but stood watching while she used her one free arm to clean herself up.
By the time she was finished, she was able to stand, having recovered some of her strength. Boze and Caltman did not wait for her to dry herself, but hauled her out of the shower room and back to the place where Kleine and his men had gathered. In her absence someone had mopped up the mess on the floor. Still dripping wet, Colty was dragged before Kleine and pushed to her knees in front of him.
“Alright, babe,” Kleine sneered, “time for you to get started. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.
On her knees and surrounded by leering thugs, Colty felt like weeping. It was an entirely natural feeling for any woman in such dire circumstances, but she reached down inside herself and got her emotions under control. Whatever happened to her she would not give her captors the satisfaction of seeing her cry like a feeble woman. She was no ordinary woman and would not react like one. If she had to suck a few cocks to survive she would do it. All she needed was small opening and Kleine and the other sons-of-bitches that were part of his organization would pay for everything they had done to her.
She was sharply reminded where she was by a brutal blow to her face. “Stop dreaming, bitch,” Kleine ordered. “Put that pretty mouth to work.”
Colty shook her head, staring stupidly at Kleine’s dangling penis. He was not even erect. No doubt he expected her to do that for him. Putting her natural inhibitions behind her she did what she had to.
Kleine, moaned as Colty took his flaccid penis in her hand. Only her right hand was freed, the other still fastened to the waist chain. Slowly, and then a bit more rapidly she masturbated him, feeling his member stir to life under her gentle urging. Within a minute it was fully at attention. Taking a deep breathe she closed her lips over its shiny tip.
“Oh yeah, babe,” Kleine moaned. “You missed your vocation. You’re a damned poor PI, but a first class cocksucker.” He groaned again as Colty took him deeper. It was the most revolting and debasing thing she had ever done, but her life depended on it. Kleine would certainly torture her again if she refused to cooperate, and the next time he would probably not go so easy on her.
Kleine used his hands to hold her head. He was gasping in pleasure. “Oh baby,” he panted, “this is the best.” He looked down upon the partially bound woman who was servicing him. She was stunningly beautiful and probably one of the most dangerous women he had ever met. It gave him an immense sense of power to so thoroughly humiliate her. It would serve as the perfect object lesson of what would happen to those who dared to go up against him.
He began to move his now fully engorged phallus in and out of her mouth breathing heavily. Finally, he came, blasting his thick gooey semen into her mouth. “Swallow it, bitch,” he ordered. “You could use a little protein.”
Fighting back the urge to vomit, Colty swallowed. It wasn’t so bad. She had done it before, but then it had been voluntary. She was finished. Kleine removed his limp phallus from her dripping mouth. She hung her head, unable to meet the eyes of any of the hooting men who were watching. She had completely debased herself in order to avoid torture and mutilation and even worse she knew that her ordeal was just beginning.
“Alright, babe,” Kleine said, with a grin, “now the rest.” As he spoke Kleine’s gang closed in around her. Several men already had their penises out and were masturbating them into readiness. Almost sobbing in shame Colty took the next sex organ in her hand. It was Boze, and the heavyset thug grinned in triumph as Colty took him into her mouth. He was much larger than Kleine, and not as clean. But there was little she could do about it. Suppressing her revulsion, she serviced him like the cheapest of street hookers.
It took three hours to satisfy every man in the warehouse. Colty’s jaw ached by the time she was finished, and her tongue felt as if it had been sandpapered. Her body was filthy once again, stinking of semen where the men she had serviced had shot their thick cream onto her. At least she had not been forced to swallow all of it, but it was small compensation for the humiliation she had been put through.
Klein watched the humbled PI jerk off the last man. She was of no use to him now. It was time to get rid of her. But she was so God-damned beautiful. He had never seen a finer pair of tits or a more shapely ass. He just had to give her one final going away present. “Put her on the table,” he ordered Boze and Caltman.
Colty’s legs almost buckled as Boze and Caltman lifted her from the floor and dragged her toward a large table in the centre of the room. She knew exactly what was in store for her, but she was helpless to do anything to prevent it.
She was thrown onto her back on top of the table. She was beaten, but somehow not broken. “You fat bastard, Kleine. You won’t get away with this. Somehow you’ll be punished.” She no longer included herself in the threat, strongly suspecting that her life was close to an end. She just wanted Kleine to know that he had not destroyed her spirit, in spite of the brutal treatment of her body.
“You never, give up do you, babe? Kleine answered. “I almost admire you for that. Too bad you’re on the wrong side. You’ve have made a great partner. But now it’s time to say goodbye.” He unzipped his fly and began to unbuckle his belt.
Colty struggled to escape, but she was easily held. One wrist was still secured to the waist chain and her ankles were still shackled. Boze and Caltman held her easily as Klein ambled toward her. “Turn her over,” the crime boss ordered. “There’s still one more thing I haven’t tried.”
“God damn son-of-a-bitch,” Colty thought. She did not speak aloud, not wishing to give Kleine as excuse to gloat at her helplessness. The bastard was going to take her in the ass and there was nothing she could do about it. She clenched her sphincter muscles as Kleine gripped her hips preparatory to taking her.
“Uggnnhh!” she grunted in surprise as Kleine’s first thrust penetrated not her tight anus, but her vulnerable vulva. “Bastard,” she cried between gritted teeth. Kleine had caught her off guard and his invasion of her love canal was deep and painful.
“Thought you’d enjoy it, babe,” Kleine crowed. He partially withdrew and then driving hard into her, began to hammer her rhythmically, ravaging her unprotected vagina.
Colty squirmed under the assault, her heavy breasts quivering with each thrust. Arching her back against the pain, she made ineffective attempts to break away, further exciting the brutal crime boss as he raped her. And then suddenly, Kleine withdrew jerking his dripping member free of her aching pleasure grotto. Colty gasped in relief and then cried out in surprise as her assailant lunged forward, directing his gleaming phallus into the tiny bud of her anus.
The unexpected attack caught Colty completely off-guard. She had not time to prepare for the brutal ravishing of the one part of her body she had denied to any man. Kleine ripped open her tight anus with brutal force. Colty’s scream was clear testimony to the viciousness of the attack.
“No, you son-of-a-bitch,” she shrieked, her voice tinged with pain. She twisted in agony agonizing as Kleine buried himself in her.
“Now you know who’s the boss, bitch,” Kleine grunted. Gripping her hips tightly he thrust hard, punishing his victim with as much brutality as he could summon. Colty screamed again and then sobbed in pain and humiliation as he continued to rape her. The animal noises of the crime boss resembled those of a pig as he rutted in her bleeding backside.
After what seemed like hours, Kleine finally erupted into her, but Colty’s final degradation was just beginning. Weeping in pain and shame, she slumped helplessly on the table as the members of Kleine’s gang lined up to have their turn.
Colty stopped counting after the first ten or so. Eventually she even stopped screaming, giving no reaction to the continued brutal violation of her body. The thugs raping her resorted to pinching and biting her in order to get a response, but eventually even that did not have any effect. Defeated, Colty was beyond any reaction.
“Alright, babe,” Kleine said, as the last man finished with her. “You’ve served your purpose. Now it’s time to say goodbye.” He turned to Boze and Caltman. “Put her in the plane. She’s going to take one last flight.”
Barely conscious, Colty offered no resistance as she was carried to the plane. She was tossed unceremoniously into the luggage area behind the back seats.
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