The Adventures of the Jade
Dragon
Episode 6.
The
Jade Dragon Meets the
Scorpion
Chapter
5 Retinoff Gets Some
Pussy
“I don’t get
it, Doc,” said Rock. Why
don’t you just shoot them?”
“Don’t be a bloody fool.
What kind of supervillain would I be if I just killed a superheroine
when I captured one? I’d
be nothing better than a common thug.
Any goon can kill a heroine.
It takes a real master villain to torture one
properly.”
Rock shook his head in bewilderment.
Sometimes he had a problem trying to figure out the mad
doctor. “All I know is
we’ve lost another hideout.
Isn’t it getting expensive to outfit a new one each time you
get busted?”
“Yes,” replied Retinoff with a thoughtful
frown. “It is
expensive. I guess I’ll
have to sell another of my ideas to General
Electricity.”
One of Retinoff’s thugs entered the
room. The Mad Russian and his
second-in-command were in a basement room in a large abandoned
factory. The dwarfish scientist
looked up expectantly.
“We’ve found it, Boss.
She’s hunkered down with her litter in an abandoned warehouse
on
“At last,” Retinoff cackled.
“It’s been awhile, but now I’m going to take my vengeance
on that Asian bitch. Get the
boys together, we’re going on a pussy hunt.”
The Black Leopard watched her Pussies training with a practiced
eye. She kept her oriental features
impassive as she watched them perform.
They were improving. There
was still much for them to learn, but their skills had improved greatly in
the last few months. Perhaps
she would finally have some followers who could help in a
fight.
She clapped her hands.
“I’m going shopping
girls. Wildcat, I want you to
continue to conduct the lesson.
Work them hard. When I
come back I want to see the floor wet with sweat.”
Wildcat nodded, her long dark braid whipping against her shoulders as she
did so. She was the best of them,
and deserving of the honor of conducting the
lesson.
“Sure Blackie,” she said.
“Can we practice with some
weapons?”
The Black Leopard frowned, a growl rising in her
throat.
“Oops,” said Wildcat, holding her hand to her
mouth. “Sorry Mistress,
I forgot.” She bowed low
in apology, as the Black Leopard had taught
her.
The Black Leopard, also known as Li Mei, held back her
anger. “No,” she answered
evenly. “You are only to
use weapons when I am here to watch.
I don’t want you slicing parts off each
other.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Wildcat
bowed again, and motioned to the other women to do the
same. They all prostrated themselves
on the training mats. The girl
was learning. She would make
a warrior out of her yet. Then
they would give the Jade Dragon and her snooty friends a run for their
money.
She turned and left the room. She
would change from her dark Black Leopard costume to street clothes and check
out a few of the larger stores.
“Pretty smooth, Wildcat,” chimed in
Tiger. “Sucking up to the
boss probably got you a few more brownie points.”
“Hold your mouth, Tiger.
Blackie left me in charge. I
better see you sweat or when she gets back I’ll tell her that you slacked
off.”
Tiger tossed her blonde ponytail.
“I’ll bet you would you little
snitch.” The tall blonde
was in a bit of a snit. She had
once been the one that the Black Leopard had chosen to relay her commands,
but lately their mistress had been favoring Wildcat as the young brunette
had passed the other three women in her martial arts
skills. But she dared not
argue. The Black Leopard expected
her orders to be followed exactly.
Any deviation from duty and she was swift to punish the
offender. Determined to get a
good report, she adopted her martial arts stance and prepared to do her
best.
“You are certain they are
in there?” asked Retinoff, in his Russian accented
English. He had just dismounted
from the first of a fleet of trucks he and his men had parked across the
street from the Black Leopard’s
hideout.
“Where else would they be?” answered the thug, a man by the name
of Jergens. “It’s not
night. And the Black Leopard
only hunts at night.”
“I’ll ask the questions.
You give me the answers.
What about defenses. Did
you check out the building for traps?”
“Sure did, Doc, I mean Doctor
Retinoff.” The dwarfish
scientist had given him a menacing look.
“There are a couple of deadfalls and such on the lower
floors. And the elevator is rigged
to explode. But the fire escape
is safe. It’s a little rickety
though. We might want to be careful
using it.”
“Good enough,” Retinoff
replied. “Rock, take twenty
men and go up the fire escape.
Remember, no killing. I
want the Black Leopard alive. Turk,
take five men and cover the front door.
Jocko, take another five and watch the
back. The rest of you stay by
the trucks with me.”
The men nodded. As silently as
possible they headed for the building.
A few seconds later they began their infiltration of the Black
Leopard’s headquarters.
The bodies of all four Pussies were soaked with perspiration, their skintight
costumes wet through. As promised
the floor was wet with their sweat.
Wildcat knelt before them, her eyes closed in a meditative
state. Across from her the other
three Pussies were lined up in a similar position, their breasts rising and
falling from their recent exertions.
Suddenly, all four women opened their eyes, a look of concern on all of their
faces. “Did you hear
something?” Wildcat asked. The
other three nodded.
“Maybe it’s Blackie coming back,” ventured
Ocelot. “I hope she’s
impressed by the sweaty floor.”
At that moment the door burst open and men began to flood into the
room. Instantly, the Pussies
rose to their feet to defend themselves.
Tired as they were, they put up a good fight, taking out the first
few men who approached them. But
Retinoff’s troops had come prepared.
The second wave of attackers held nets, which they threw over the
surprised Pussies before they had a chance to
react. Then they were swarmed
by bodies before they could fight free of the entangling
mesh.
Hopelessly outnumbered, and trapped like so many fish, the four Pussies still
struggled frantically. Wildcat
fought like the animal whose name she
bore. Rage and fear lent her
strength. Retinoff had taken
her prisoner before and she well knew the plight of women captured by such
a villain. Kicking, screaming,
and biting she battled as if possessed to avoid
capture. It took five men to
hold her down so that she could be tied
up. One man eventually grabbed
hold of each of her limbs, while the fifth applied the coarse hemp ropes
to bind her wrists behind her. Just
to make sure several turns of rope were wound tightly about her torso, above
and beneath her swelling breasts.
The others fought hard as well. But
there were just too many opponents for them to
overcome. Eventually they were
all bound and gagged and being carried out of the room.
“Where is the Black Leopard?” Retinoff demanded as his henchmen
returned with the trussed up bodies of the
Pussies.
“No sign of her, Boss,” replied
Rock. “She may have seen
us coming and cleared out.”
“Perhaps, but unlikely. She
has a perverse sense of honor. She
would never abandon her Pussies. I
expect she was somewhere else. Hide
a dozen or so men in her lair and wait for her
return. Make sure you choose
men who can keep their mouths shut.
She has ears like a cat.”
“Right, Boss.”
The trip to Retinoff’s new hideout was without
incident. Because of the discovery
of his previous HQ by the Jade Dragon and Nova he had wisely decided to change
to a safer location. He had chosen
a small commercial building in the seedier part of the industrial area of
It also had a drive-in garage, so that he could bring in cargo that he did
not want anyone to see as he chose.
The trucks carrying the Pussies and his men were able to unload
unobserved.
Retinoff had the four helpless villainesses carried to his basement
lair. No one would hear their
screams from there, and he had installed some equipment to better facilitate
his entertainment of the young ladies.
Bolted to the concrete floor of the large basement room were a number of
metal frames. Each one resembled
a large letter “H” and was constructed of six-inch steel
pipe. Each of the Pussies was
dragged over to one of the frames.
There the girls’ hands were untied and their arms were forced
over the top of the crossbar of the H.
Leather cuffs were strapped to each of their wrists, and chains locked
onto the cuffs. While one man
held the women in place, their ankles were untied and a second set of cuffs
were strapped onto each of their ankles.
Then the wrist chains were fastened to the ankle
chains.
The effect of the bondage was to leave each of the female villains arched
over the crossbar of each H-frame, their breasts and loins thrust
forward. Every man in the room
licked his lips as he thought of what he was going to do to each of the helpless
women.
“You first, Rock,” instructed Retinoff, “and take your
time,” The archvillain’s
top henchman nodded. His member
stiffened in his pants as he studied the row of helpless
villainesses. Each one of the
bound young women was a great beauty in her own
right. The question was which
one to choose. But Rock had no
doubts about his choice, he stopped in front of
Wildcat. He had been impressed
by her fighting spirit. He was
going to enjoy breaking her.
Wildcat glared at the tall, heavily built
thug. Inwardly, she was quaking,
but she put up a bold front. She
knew what sort of treatment she could expect from one of Retinoff’s
goons.
“So what’s it to be?” she said
steadily?
“Rape?
Torture? You might be
able to handle that as long as you keep me tied up.”
Rock refused to be goaded into a reply.
Instead, he reached out and seized her long braid, yanking her head
forward. The girl gasped at the
sudden pain, but did not cry out.
“You are a tough one, huh?” grunted
Rock. “We’ll see how
tough you are a couple of hours from now.
I’m gonna fuck the ass off you and then watch while the rest
of the boys take turns.”
Wildcat shuddered. She had expected
no less from her predicament, and knew that she faced a daunting and humiliating
ordeal. Already Rock was moving
to take her.
Rock ran his hands over the girl’s arched
body. She was of average height,
but in superb physical condition.
Starling blue eyes stared out of a beautiful face framed by dark brown
hair. Her lip curled in distaste
as he fondled her. Rock smiled
cruelly. He would change that
expression to terror before he was
through.
He continued to maul the young Pussy’s superbly contoured body gradually
increasing the pressure of his hands as he
progressed. When he came to her
soft, yet full, firm breasts he squeezed down
unmercifully.
“You son-of-a-bitch,” Wildcat
railed. “You’ll pay
for that.”
Rock laughed, and then snarled in rage as Wildcat spat in his smug
face.
“You little she-wolf,” Rock
seethed. “You need to be
taught some manners.”
Open-handed, he slapped the young woman’s defiant face, rocking her
head back. As her head snapped
forward again, Rock caught her with the back of his
hand. The force of the blows
almost knocked her unconscious. For
a second Wildcat’s knees buckled, but then
recovered. Rock stepped into
her, and slammed a fist into her defenseless midriff.
Then he hit her again, just below
her ribcage. Wildcat heard a
sharp snap as one of her ribs cracked.
She cried out at the sudden pain.
“Not so tough now are you,
twat?” Wildcat did not
reply. She was in too much pain
from the sudden beating. Rock
clutched her tawny costume at the neck and tore the thin, almost transparent
material from her neck to her waist.
Then he grabbed what was left of her outfit, and stripped it from
her, leaving her completely naked.
Wildcat prepared to be raped, but that was not Rock’s immediate
intent. He wanted to humiliate
the high-mettled young woman first.
Slowly, he removed the heavy leather belt holding up his
trousers. He swung it buckle-first,
whirling it in a great arc about his head, and then began lashing the helpless
woman with it. The first blow
struck just above her left breast, the buckle gouging a deep cut just below
her collarbone. His next blow
was better aimed, and caught her full on her left
breast. The sharp metal cut into
the soft flesh. Wildcat bit her
lip against the pain, her body jerking
involuntarily.
But the cruel buckle came down again, this time bruising and cutting her
right breast. Wildcat
whimpered. After that the sounds
she made were much louder. Again
and again the brutish thug brought the belt down, much to the delight of
Retinoff and the rest of his henchmen.
“Aaaggghhh!”
Wildcat screamed in agony as her gorgeous body was mutilated
by the cruel lash. Writhing in
pain, she begged for mercy.
“Stop! Please
Stop! I’m sorry for what
I did!”
Unfortunately, her
cries and entreaties were exactly what Rock wanted to
hear. Rather than stopping the
beating, he intensified it, striking at her thighs and any other part of
her body he could reach. Only
her head and face were left unmarked.
Wildcat’s pleas became incoherent and eventually she was reduced
to simply shrieking in pain.
Next to her, the beating had the desired effect on the other
Pussies. Although unmolested,
they quaked in fear at the terrible beating their companion was
receiving. Blonde-haired Tiger
was so unnerved, that she almost wet herself in
fear.
Finally satisfied with his disciplining of the now groveling heroine, Rock
tossed aside his now blood-covered belt, and dropped his
pants. His torture of the helpless
girl had stimulated him into a huge
erection. Weeping with pain and
shame, Wildcat watched him approach.
She was helpless to stop him, but broken by the terrible beating,
she begged him not to hurt her.
“Please,” she wept, “no more, no
more!”
With a cruel laugh, Rock thrust his lance full into
her.
“Eeeeaaggghhh!”
Wildcat
screamed in pain and mortification as Rock’s massive shaft sank deep
into her. Impaled on a penis
the thickness of her wrist, she writhed in anguish, her screams rising in
intensity and duration.
Rock raped her brutally for over an hour, stopping only when the helpless
girl fainted from the ordeal.
Finding her limp, he thrust hard into her a few more times, achieving
orgasm. Then, exhausted by his
efforts, he withdrew, jerked his pants on and retired to the side of the
room. The remaining Pussies trembled
in fear. Now it would be their
turn!
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