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Chapter
5
Hate
“Sheer butchery,” Kara
thought. The ground was littered
with the corpses of dead Bermaghi for
miles. They were no match for
trained warriors and the Attalans had slaughtered them by the
hundreds. This time the beast
men had made a major mistake. They
had invaded Attalan territory in force, thinking sheer strength of numbers
would ensure their safety. They
had come looking for women as usual, but by good fortune an Attalan patrol
had spotted them before they found any
victims. The alert had been sounded
and the area in front of their advance evacuated before they
arrived.
A more intelligent species than the Bermaghi
would have realized that their surprise attack had failed and retreated,
but instead they had advanced even deeper into Attalan territory, giving
the mohr riders the chance they needed to launch a retaliatory
strike. The result had been the
slaughter Kara had witnessed. Now
she and Theran were in pursuit of the few remaining
raiders.
They crested a rise and spotted five of them
about a mile away. The beast
men were headed for a hilly wooded area, but were moving far too slowly to
escape. Once again Kara almost
felt sorry for them. They were
after all, only acting on brutal
instinct.
Theran spurred his mohr a little ahead and
Kara followed. As she rode she
felt a prickling sensation in her mind.
There was something about this area of grassland that tickled her
memory. Then she saw
it. Just to her right was a small
cairn of stones. Without thinking
she turned toward it. “There
it is,” she thought.
“This is where
I…”
She never finished the
sentence. Violent pain accompanied
by absolute blackness assailed her.
And then she was staring at the inside of a glass
enclosure. A few feet away and
looking at her through the glass was Sven Larson.
At first Kara was speechless, but she soon
found her tongue. “What
have you done?” she shouted.
“Send me back immediately.”
Larson seemed much more interesting in studying
her naked body than responding to her demands, but finally he
answered. “What do you mean
send you back? You are the first
subject I’ve been able to retrieve.
I have no intention of sending you anywhere until you have been properly
studied.”
“You asshole!” exclaimed Kara using
very unsuperheroine-like language.
Then the implications of Larson’s words hit
her.
“Studied? What do
you mean studied? You told me
I would be freed after completing the mission.”
“So I did,” Larson
said. “But the mission is
not complete until I have properly analyzed your psychological and physiological
response. If others are to be
sent through the portal I must ensure that it is safe, otherwise future travelers
may be lost like the first five I sent.”
“But…”
Kara stopped. What would
happen if she revealed that the five missing women had not died, but had
simply chosen to stay in Zhim?
Would he be able to find them and bring them back the way he had returned
her? She couldn’t do that
to them, especially Larson’s daughter whom she suspected had more than
just one reason for not wanting to be reunited with her
father. And somehow she had to
find a way to get back to Zhim.
Theran must be worried sick about
her. Not to mention the fact
that she didn’t believe that she could survive without
him.
Larson was looking at her with more than usual
interest. It was about that time
that Kara realized she was completely
nude. “I have something
for you, Supergirl,” he said, opening a drawer in the console next to
him. He pulled out her
costume. “It’s rather
brief. But you heroines seem
to like wearing these skimpy
outfits.” He opened the
door of the cubicle and handed it to her.
Kara clutched the costume to her, almost too
embarrassed to put it on. How
could she have been so stupid as to stand there naked, arguing with Larson
while he stared at her tits and …?
It was absolutely mortifying.
“Actually,” Larson
continued. “You won’t
be needing that for awhile. A
lot of the tests I will be doing require that you be
nude.”
“Not if I have any say in the way I am
treated,” Kara said angrily.
Defiantly she started putting her costume on.
“You aren’t listening,
Supergirl. I said I need you
unclothed.”
“Then why did you give me back my
costume?” she asked.
“And where are my boots?”
Larson was looking at her
strangely. It was a look that
Kara found disturbing. “God
you’re so beautiful,” he said, wiping his
brow. “I can see now why
villains like to…”
“So now you reveal your true nature,”
Kara said hotly.
“You’re really nothing but the usual filthy pervert masquerading
as a scientist. You promised
to release me. I demand that
you keep your promise.”
“Umm, I’m afraid that I may have
overstated that a bit,” Larson said.
“Overstated?
What do you mean?” Kara
asked. She was beginning to get
a familiar feeling and it was far from pleasant.
“Well, I can’t just let you
go. At least not right
away. There would be nothing
to stop you from coming after me.
And I couldn’t have that.”
“You lied to
me. You never intended to set
me free at all. You were just
trying to get me to cooperate.”
“What does it matter,
heroine? You were in no position
to refuse what I asked in any case.
And now I think it is time to get on with the
examination.” Larson opened
the door to the chamber and handed her the
collar. “Put this on
again. You’ve spent enough
time standing in that cubicle.”
“No,” replied Kara, refusing to
take the collar. “I’m
through cooperating with you. Send
me back through the portal.”
“That is the second time you’ve
asked me to do that,” Larson said.
“What is it about the place you where sent that you found so
attractive.?”
“I’ll tell you
nothing. I was brought me here
by force, violated by your henchman, lied to, and sent into
oblivion. You’ll learn nothing
from me.”
“I think we’re going to have an
interesting session, Supergirl.”
Larson licked his lips.
“And it promises to be not altogether
unpleasant. At least for
me.”
Kara grimaced as Larson probed her
body. She hadn’t put up
much of a fight. All Larson had
needed to do was intensify the kryptonite field a little to render her weak
as a kitten. Now she was strapped
to the top of his examination table, her feet clamped into stirrups as if
she was having a gynecological
examination.
Larson had returned her to the equivalent
of normal human strength, but she wasn’t going
anywhere. It was impossible for
her to reach the straps that held her ankles and wrists and just for good
measure her head was held down by a leather strap that cut into her
throat. She was livid with rage,
but at the same time quite apprehensive.
Larson had dropped his congenial
façade. There was not
a part of her body that he had not measured, probed, or
fondled.
“You’ve had sexual intercourse within
the last three days. I find that
interesting, since you were on the other side of the portal when it took
place. Would you mind telling
me who your lover was? Or maybe
it wasn’t a lover. Maybe
you got caught there too and have been entertaining the local inhabitants
for that last three months.”
“Go
to…” Kara bit her
lip. She had been about to use
another inappropriate word.
“I’ll tell you nothing,” she said
finally.
“I suspect from your reaction that I
am on the right track,” Larson
leered. “You were caught
weren’t you? And then you
were raped. I find the thought
quite stimulating.”
Kara remained
silent. Larson was very close
to the truth although he had gotten it
backwards. She had been captured
and raped by the Bermaghi; then she had spent three months in sexual bliss
with Theran. But she was determined
that Larson would learn nothing of this.
Under no circumstances would she give Larson any help in his perverted
experiments.
She tried to ignore Larson’s hand and
he ran it over the slight curve of her
abdomen. She understood from
his actions that he was really not much better than most of the other thugs
who had captured and raped her; he was simply a little slower to
act. But she could tell from
the way he was perspiring and the dilation of his pupils that he was only
controlling himself with
difficulty.
“Small wonder that you heroines are so
routinely violated,” said Larson.
“Your beauty is almost
unearthly.” He laughed realizing
what he ha just said. “But
of course. I forgot that you
are indeed unearthly. A freak
from outer space.”
“A freak?” Kara retorted. “At
least I am a freak who does not violate those who are
helpless. You are nothing but
a coward preying upon helpless women.”
“Coward?” replied
Larson. “We’ll see
who is the coward. I’m going
to enjoy studying your reaction when you are subjected to sexual
stress.” He removed his
lab coat and began to unbuckle his pants.
“Don’t,” protested
Kara. “That’s not science;
that’s rape.”
“Call it what you want,” Larson
said, dropping his pants and moving between Kara’s already splayed
thighs.
“Ugghh!” Kara grunted as Larson entered
her. He didn’t waste any
time, but just drove into her with all the refinement of a bull mounting
a heifer. Kara gritted her teeth
and tried not to think about what he was doing to
her. Mercifully he had very little
stamina and shot his load into her inside of five
minutes.
“There,” Larson said breathing
heavily. “That satisfy
you?”
Considering the number of times she had been
brutally raped, Larson’s pathetic effort was almost inconsequential,
but she didn’t tell the scientist
that. Instead she lay quietly,
her chest heaving with the humiliation of once more being taken against her
will.
Larson pulled up his pants and then securing
the collar that she had refused to wear about her throat, unbuckled the straps
that held her to the table.
“I’ll give you half an hour to clean up,” he
said. “Then I’m going
to give you your wish. Only this
time you’re not going to lose me.
The collar contains an interdimensional homing device that will enable
me to track you no matter where you go.”
Still burning with shame, Kara did not
reply. Scarface led her back
to her room where she quickly showered, attempting in vain to wash away the
shame of the rape along with the stink of Larson’s
semen. He mind raged against
the man who had defiled her and who had also separated her from her
beloved. No matter what happened
she would make sure that she was avenged against Larson and that he was
appropriately punished.
When she had cleaned herself up and dressed
in the simple white shirt and slacks that Larson had provided for her Scarface
collected her. Scarface seldom
spoke. He didn’t need
to. He simply motioned in the
direction Kara was supposed to go.
Still filled with anger, Kara returned to Larson’s control room
and got another shock.
Standing next to the portal was the man Larson
had sent to kidnap her and who had raped her as part of his payment for the
deed. Dodson grinned insolently
as she approached. “She
looks as good as ever, Doc. I
think I’m going to enjoy this mission.”
Something about the look Dodson was giving
her coupled with the smug smile on Larson’s face told Kara that there
was a further surprise waiting for her.
“Did I forget to mention that Mr. Dodson will be going with you
this time? Now that you have
shown that the portal is safe he has agreed to go as
well.”
“That and the million you offered me,”
Dodson said. “And of course
the pleasure of Supergirl’s company.
I’m quite looking forward to
that.” He held up a small
control pad. “The doc has
given me the controls to the collar.
It should make you quite cooperative as we tour the portal world
together.”
Kara glared at the two
men. If she had a reason to hate
Larson before it was now intensified.
She was going to be sent through the portal with the man who had kidnapped
raped her. It was obvious that
both men thought this to be a great joke.
Even worse was the fact that Dodson had made no effort to disguise
the fact that he had every intention of taking up where he had left off with
her.
“You can’t do this,” Kara
protested. “You can’t
send me through the portal with him.
He’ll
…
There’s no telling what he will
do.”
Larson and Dodson merely laughed. It was quite obvious that they considered her plight a huge joke. Larson no longer seemed to care about the fact that Dodson would use her as his personal sex slave. Mortified and filled with dread, she allowed Dodson to herd her into the glass chamber. “Just you and me, babe,” Dodson leered. Her gut twisting in fear, Kara watched as Larson placed his hand on the lever that would send her through the portal once again.
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