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The Adventures of the
Jade Dragon
Episode
3
The Jade Dragon’s
Subjugation
Chapter
4 Scarlet
Falcon
Suzi Kendall also
known as the Scarlet Falcon, allowed her high-powered motorcycle to coast
forward, engine off. Although she had set the bike’s engine to
“whisper mode,” she preferred to keep it even quieter if
possible. There had been several attempts to ambush the crimefighting
heroines of
Currently she was in a part of
Just ahead was one of Trashtown’s seedy bars. She slowed her bike,
rolling into the shadows. Just ahead of her a group of men and women
had spilled into the street. From the sound of their voices the Scarlet
Falcon could tell that they were in serious disagreement. Remaining
astride the bike, she watched as the arguing and shouting escalated to pushing
and shoving. In a few seconds the antagonists would be exchanging
punches.
Suzi gunned her bike, delivering full power to the wheels. This time
she wanted to make as much noise as possible. With a roar the powerful
bike surged from the shadows and thundered toward the squabbling crowd.
Her arrival on the scene had the desired effect. The attention of the
group of rowdies immediately focussed on her.
She thundered up to within ten feet of the drunken mob. “Good
evening folks,” Suzi called out cheerfully, “what seems to be the
problem?”
Most of the crowd just stared at her; a few of them open mouthed. Her
cloak billowed out behind her as she coasted to a stop, making her seem even
taller than her almost six feet. Embossed on the front of her scarlet
costume was the golden outline of a falcon. It served to emphasize
her stunning breasts, and the rest of her skintight costume hardly hid any
of her gorgeous curves. Her face was hidden by a cowl, but her long
honey blonde hair swirled out behind her. However, her beauty seemed
lost on most of the drunken mob.
One of the men finally staggered forward. “Bugger off, bitch,”
he yelled.
Suzi ignored the rude comment. Quite often on these occasions her mere
presence tended to break up any incident before it got going. The fame
of the three superheroines was becoming legendary.
“It’s a nice night,” said Suzi calmly. “Too nice
to be arguing in the street. Why don’t you folks head home and
that way no one will get hurt.”
“Mind your own business, hussy,” yelled one of the women from the
back of the pack. “We don’t need no advice from you.”
“Yeah,” came a chorus of agreement from several others in the
crowd. Yeah, ride your fancy bike out of
here.”
The drunken mob moved closer to her, spreading out in a semicircle.
“Easy folks,” said Suzi, “we wouldn’t want to do anything
hasty.”
“Pull her off the bike,” yelled another of the women.
“Teach her to mind her own business.”
“Let’s unmask her,” said another. “See what she
looks like.”
The mob surged closer. “Well,” thought Suzi, “at least
they’re not fighting with each other anymore.” But she realized
that the time for diplomacy was over. Opening the throttle on her bike
she accelerated away from the encircling rabble.
The jeers of the besotted crowd ringing in her ears, Suzi moved off a safe
distance. United against her in a drunken alliance, the mob appeared
to have forgotten the individual differences of its members.
“
She throttled down her bike, setting it on silent mode again. She continued
her patrol. She was now leaving Trashtown and moving into an area that
was a bit more upscale. There were a number of small shops and boutiques
in the area that had been targeted by burglars in recent weeks, so Suzi was
on the lookout for any kind of suspicious activity.
She was cruising past a jewelry store that had been victimized several times
and slowed to check it out. It seemed pretty quiet. The windows
were bared with metal screens and the shop seemed secure. Then a slight
flicker of light inside the store caught her eye. It was only a momentary
flash, as if someone had flicked on a light and then flicked it off, but
it aroused her suspicions. She steered her bike down the alley beside
the shop and headed for the back of the building. Dismounting from
her cycle, she checked out the back door. Sure enough, it showed signs
of forced entry. Stealthily, she opened the door and tiptoed into the
shop.
Inside, it was pitch black. But she dared not alert whoever was in
the store by using her flashlight. Instead, she crept quietly forward,
keeping her ears open and trying not to stumble into anything in the darkened
shop.
Holding her breath, Suzi inched down the back hallway of the
jeweler’s. Ahead of her she could hear faint sounds. There
was definitely someone in the shop, and judging from the muted sounds, that
someone was up to no good.
By now Suzi was in the store proper. The light from the street lamps
filtered in through the store windows. Over by the store display cases
she could make out a figure dressed in black. Judging from the
person’s build Suzi realized that she was looking at another woman.
Turning on her flashlight, she stepped boldly forward. “Good
evening,” she said.
She got the expected reaction. The dark figure jumped almost a foot.
“What! Who are you?” gasped the figure in alarm.
Suzi detected a definite Asian accent. With the advantage of the flashlight
Suzi could see the dark-clad female clearly now. She was much smaller
than she was, probably standing no more than five-feet-three inches.
It was the way that she was dressed however, that most strongly caught
Suzi’s attention. It was a pitch-black skintight outfit, much
like what Suzi was wearing, but it was designed so that it resembled a
cat. Two tiny ears stuck up from the cowl that covered most of her
head and face.
“I’m the Scarlet Falcon,” Suzi replied in answer to her
question. “And you are breaking the law. I suggest that
you surrender quietly.”
“The Scarlet Falcon?” queried the cat-woman. “One of
those goodie-two-shoes who wander the city arresting
evil-doers?”
“The same,” replied Suzi. “And your criminal career
is over.”
“I don’t think so said the smaller woman. No one arrests
the Black Leopard.”
“Have it your way,” said Suzi stepping toward the Black Leopard.
She did not expect much trouble from the much smaller female. After
all, Suzi had been undergoing extensive training in the martial arts under
the tutelage of Master Zhou, one of the greatest proponents of Chinese martial
arts. It did not occur to her that she should use any of her especially
designed crimefighting equipment on the woman in front of her.
The smaller woman moved like lightening. Suzi had never seen anyone
other than the Jade Dragon move so quickly. Before Suzi even had time
to adopt a fighting stance the smaller woman had moved past her guard.
Suzi reeled back as the Black Leopard’s fist slammed into her jaw.
The blow struck with the force of a hammer. Dazed, Suzi’s knees
buckled. Then the Black Leopard delivered a series of blows to Suzi’s
unprotected midriff, knocking the breath out of her and sending her to the
floor gasping for air. The dark clad woman was upon her instantly,
landing with her full weight on Suzi’s back.
Her senses swimming, Suzi was helpless as she felt her arms being drawn behind
her back. The Black Leopard was very efficient. Within seconds
she had secured Suzi’s wrists with a length of cord. Weakly, Suzi
tried to protest, but her cries were stifled when a handkerchief was stuffed
into her mouth and secured with a second length of cord. Then dragging
the much taller woman to her feet, the Black Leopard prodded the helpless
heroine toward the back door.
“I came to rob this joint,” said the Black Leopard, “but I
think I may have acquired an even greater prize.”
“Oh no,” thought Suzi, “that doesn’t sound
good!”
By now they were both back in the alley. A few feet away Suzi saw her
bike where she had parked it. The Black Leopard directed her in the
opposite direction. About halfway down the alley they came to a low
slung sports car. In the darkness, Suzi could not determine the make
of the vehicle, but it looked fast and powerful.
The Black Leopard directed her to the trunk. “You are going to
ride in here,” she said. “I hope you will find it
comfortable.”
Suzi began to struggle to avoid being thrust into the trunk, but a sharp
blow to the base of her skull dropped her to her knees. She tried to
rise, and a second blow deprived her of her senses.
Suzi awoke about a half-hour later. She remembered nothing of the car
ride. She was being carried like a sack of potatoes up a flight of
stairs on the outside of a building. Although still groggy, she was
aware enough of her circumstances to be amazed at the amazing strength being
exhibited by her captor. The tiny woman was carrying her easily up
the stairway. She did not even seem to be breathing
hard.
The Black Leopard opened a door at the top of the stairs and carried her
down a dark hallway and through another doorway. Then she dumped Suzi
hard onto the floor.
“Welcome to my den,” the Black Leopard said. “I hope
you find it comfortable.”
Unable to reply, Suzi simply lay on the floor. She was clearly at the
mercy of this mysterious woman, but if she could just get access to her utility
belt then she might be able to turn the tables. “My mistake was
being too confident,” she thought. “I let myself get taken
prisoner through my own stupidity, but if I could just get access to some
of the gadgets I have perfected I could deal with this woman without
difficulty.”
It appeared, however, that she was not going to get that chance. Even
as the thought crossed her mind the Asian woman knelt beside her and unfastened
her utility belt.
“I’ll just relieve you of these toys,” she said. “I
doubt that you are much of a threat to me without
them.”
Suzi felt totally helpless. Her captor had already demonstrated that
she was more than a match for her in hand to hand combat, and now she had
removed any chance she had of using her special weapons. What exactly,
did her captor have in store for her?
The Black Leopard untied the gag that prevented Suzi from calling out.
“This room is soundproof,” the Black Leopard said. “If
you feel like screaming go ahead. No one will hear
you.”
“What do you want of me,” Suzi asked. “Why did you bring
me here?”
“In case you haven’t figured it out, cutie, I’m in the crime
game for the money. Jewelry is fine, but it needs to be fenced.
You, on the other hand, have a price on your head. Brick Henson has
promised $50,000 for anyone who brings in one of you superheroines.
That’s more than I make from a dozen break-ins. I’ll just
keep you here until I can get word through to Brick that I have
you.”
“You can’t do that,” protested Suzi. “You don’t
know what Brick will do to me!”
“Oh, I think I do. But I don’t care. I haven’t
had the advantages some of you rich babes have. I have to fight for
everything I get.”
“You seem to be marvelously skilled,” said Suzi.
“Shouldn’t you be using those talents for good instead of
evil?”
“Somehow I don’t think that good makes much money. I have
to live. Besides, doing good really isn’t part of my nature.
Given a choice I think I prefer evil. It is so much more
fun.”
The Black Leopard hauled Suzi to her feet. “I’ll send word
to Brick in the morning. In the meantime, I think I’ll have some
fun.”
Propelling Suzi across the room, she bent the statuesque heroine face down
over a heavy carved teak table. Then she spread Suzi’s legs and
attached each of her ankles to a table leg. She looped another length
of rope around Suzi’s neck and tied it to the legs on the other side
of the table so that she could not straighten up. Moving behind the
helpless heroine, she unzipped the back of Suzi’s
costume.
“What are you doing?” said Suzi, her voice quavering. She
couldn’t think of any reason why the Black Leopard would want to undress
her, but she was terrified of being stripped naked in front of the mysterious
oriental.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to make a few incisions in your
outfit,” taunted the Black Leopard, “but I guess that will save
Brick the trouble.”
Suzi heard a snipping sound as the Black Leopard used a pair of scissors
to cut up the arms of her costume. Within a few seconds, the material
fell away from her arms and shoulders. Quickly the Black Leopard pulled
the top of Suzi’s costume down to her waist, revealing her gorgeous
back. Her large breasts, flattened against the top of the table, bulged
out from beneath her ribcage.
The Black Leopard ran her fingers down Suzi’s back. “My goodness,
you are spectacular,” she exclaimed. “I can see why Brick might
want to get hold of you. Did you know that he offered a bonus if you
were brought to him alive?’
“No!” protested Suzi. “Please stop doing this.
What do you want of me?”
The Black Leopard did not reply immediately. She moved her clawed fingers
to the hollow of Suzi’s back, just above the curve of her derriere.
Even in the undignified position the Black Leopard had bound her in, her
gorgeous body was impressive. The Asian villainess could hardly wait
to see what the rest of her prisoner’s body looked
like.
She moved her hands to the heroine’s cowl and pulled it loose, allowing
Suzi’s waist length golden hair to spill loose. “Oh my,
aren’t you pretty?” exclaimed the Black Leopard. She ran
her fingers though Suzi’s hair, noting the slight trembling in the
heroine’s body as she did so. She smiled. Her victim was
in obvious terror, just the way she wanted her to be.
The Black Leopard ran her claws over Suzi’s back and then moved her
hands down to the heroine’s sumptuous breasts. “Let’s
see what these nice big pillows feel like,” she said, caressing the
sides Suzi’s ripe melons. She was impressed by their firmness.
“Mmmm,” she said, “I think these are going to make Brick Henson
very happy.”
“What do you mean?” asked Suzi, terrified. “Surely you
won’t actually turn me over to him. He does terrible things to
women. What sort of a person are you?”
“You should pay better attention, Honey,” purred the Black
Leopard. “As I said, you’re worth $50,000 to me if I turn
you in. I’d be foolish not to take it. Besides, I am not
really into women, but I understand Brick is. And I do mean
in.” The oriental villainess giggled at her own bad joke, but
Suzi was far from amused.
“Then why are you doing this? Why don’t you just leave me
alone?”
The Black Leopard pushed her face next to Suzi’s. “I’m
doing this because I want to, Honey. I’m a villainess.
It’s what I am good at.” She moved her hands away from
Suzi’s breasts and stroked her incredibly tiny waist.
“Also,” she continued, “I’m bored. Playing with
you will help me pass the time.”
The Black Leopard tugged on Suzi’s black knee-length boots. She
soon had both of them off and then hooking her claws in the waistband of
Suzi’s pants, she pulled them down and off in a single swift motion,
leaving the heroine clad in only her lace panties.
“Nice underwear,” said the Black Leopard, her hand on Suzi’s
backside. “You must tell me where you shop before you
leave.” She gave the flimsy material a tug and tore the panties
off. Suzi was now completely naked. She could not have felt more
helpless. She was bent across the top of a table, her hands bound behind
her back and her ankles tied to the legs of the table. She was horribly
exposed to whatever this strange and terrifying woman wanted to do to her.
She turned her head, trying to see what the Black Leopard was up to.
The villainess had moved away from her. Suzi could hear the sound of
the icebox being opened. “I was saving this for my lunch, but
I think it will be much more useful used this way.”
Suzi twisted her head over her shoulder so that she could see what the Black
Leopard was talking about. To her consternation she saw that the oriental
woman was holding a large cucumber in her hand. The vegetable was
huge. It was about a foot long and two inches thick.
“What are you going to do with that?” gasped Suzi.
“What do you think, deary? I’m not going to serve you a
salad.”
The Black Leopard was directly behind Suzi now. She could feel the
woman’s fingers parting her labia. “Hmm, still nice and
tight. Not a virgin, but the next best thing.”
Suzi blushed bright red at this intrusion into her nether region.
“Please stop touching me there,” she implored. She shifted
her backside suggestively in an attempt to move away from the Black
Leopard’s probing fingers. Then she felt the cold touch of the
cucumber on her vulva.
“No!” Suzi protested. “You can’t. That’s
perverted. It’s much too big. It’ll hurt
me.”
“That’s just the idea blondie,” replied the Black Leopard,
and as she spoke she thrust the hand holding the cucumber forward, hard.
“Aaaggh!” Suzi cried. “Stop, you’re hurting me.
You can’t do this!”
“Hurts does it? I thought it might. Hold on I still have
about nine inches of it left.” The Black Leopard pushed hard
again.
“Oh God! Oh God!” Suzi shouted. “Aaaahhh!
Aaaahhh! Aaaahhh!”
“Ha ha!” the Black Leopard laughed. “That’s it
girlie, scream, scream.”
Suzi tried to stifle her screams of pain as the huge vegetable invaded her
tight vagina. “Please stop,” she begged. “I
don’t deserve this.”
“Some people get more than they deserve,” rejoined the Black Leopard
as she continued to ream Suzi’s vagina. “This is just the
start. In a few minutes I’m going to try the wine
bottle.”
“Aaaaaaaggghhh!” Suzi screamed even louder than before.
She couldn’t believe that this ordeal was taking place at the hands
of another woman. What kind of monster was this mysterious
oriental?”
For the next half-hour the Black Leopard continued to work the cucumber deep
within Suzi’s vagina. Helpless to stop her Suzi writhed under
the brutal attack, screaming again and again as the Black Leopard worked
the vegetable dildo deeper and deeper into her. Eventually the cucumber
reached the limits of its length. It could go no deeper. Weeping
with relief, Suzi felt her torturer remove the offending
vegetable.
“Well, that wasn’t so bad was it?” chirped the Black
Leopard. “You should be nicely loosened up now. Time to
try something a little bigger.”
Moaning from the pain of the vegetable rape, Suzi turned her head again.
Standing behind her, the Black Leopard was holding an empty wine bottle in
her hands. “Oh no!” Suzi screamed. “OH
NO!”
“What a fuss. I thought you superheroines were supposed to be
stoic.”
The Black Leopard’s words quieted Suzi. She realized that she
had not been acting at all like a heroine. She had suffered rape before
and had maintained her poise throughout the ordeal. For some reason
she had not shown the same fortitude when tortured by the Black Leopard.
The Black Leopard noticed the change. “Now that’s better,
so much more heroic. I was beginning to wonder if you deserved the
honor of wearing that costume. Or rather, the costume that you used
to wear.”
“Please,” Suzi begged, “you’ve had your fun. I
can’t harm you. I don’t even know where this place is.
Just let me go. There is no gain for you in torturing
me.”
“Of course there is a gain,” sneered the Black leopard, “I
enjoy doing it. I’ve always resented the attention you goody goody
heroines get. This is my way of getting even.”
“But,” Suzi protested, “I’ve done nothing to
you.”
“You interfered with my business tonight. That is enough reason
for me.”
By this time the Black Leopard had placed the neck of the wine bottle against
Suzi’s labia. A slight push, and it was in.
“Oh please,” begged Suzi, “please
stop.”
“Get ready baby,” said the Black Leopard, ignoring her captive’s
pleas, “this is probably going to hurt a
little.”
The Black Leopard thrust the neck of the wine bottle deep within her.
The cucumber had already prepared the way and the initial entrance of the
glass dildo was fairly easy. But once the neck had penetrated getting
the rest of the bottle in was another matter.
Suzi endured the initial thrust without making a sound. In truth, after
being raped with the large cucumber, the narrow neck of the wine bottle did
not hurt her at all. However, as the Black Leopard leaned into the
bottle and pushed the rest of it deeper within her, she began to experience
real pain.
Gritting her teeth, she bore up to the second rape much better than the
first. Only her labored breathing and the sudden sweat that covered
her body attested to the discomfort she was feeling.
“That’s it girlie,” taunted her Asian tormentor, “show
me how strong you are. A real superheroine should be able to handle
the whole thing without a murmur.”
Suzi’s vaginal opening was now spread to a width of three inches as
the Black Leopard continued to work the bottle deeper. The oriental
villainess kept her eyes on her victim, gauging her resistance and assessing
how much pain she was in. Thus far the tall blonde was resisting
strongly. Smiling, the Black Leopard gave the bottle a sudden push,
throwing all of her weight behind it.
“Unnggh!” Suzi could not suppress all reaction to the brutal
invasion of her vagina.
“Ha ha,” laughed the Black Leopard, “I’m getting to
you. Let’s see if you can handle another couple of
inches.”
“Uunngghh!!” The pain was absolutely incredible. The widest
part of the bottle was fully within Suzi now. Her mouth opened in an
involuntary silent scream. “Ooohh!” she moaned.
“Think of this as training for your first child, honey. It sure
won’t hurt much more than this. Provided you live to have any
children, that is. Of course that will be up to
Brick.”
Suzi’s only reply was another suppressed moan. The oriental torturer
was right. The pain duplicated that of childbirth, and it went on and
on and on. For the next two hours the Black Leopard kept up the torment
until Suzi was close to fainting from the pain. All during the ordeal,
Suzi managed to keep from shrieking in agony. Finally, the Black Leopard
seemed to tire of her game. Withdrawing the bottle, she untied Suzi
from the table. Suzi immediately collapsed. Her legs would not
hold her. The Black Leopard stood over her, her hands on her shapely
hips.
“What’s this? Not enough strength to stand? I never
thought I’d see a superheroine grovel at my feet.” She moved
her foot forward and prodded Suzi’s prostrate form. “Get
up now or you will have to be punished.”
“Ohhh!” Suzi groaned as she forced herself into a kneeling
position. She wondered what sort of punishment the Black Leopard could
deal out that would be worse than what the villainess had already done to
her, but she was too frightened of finding out to disobey.
“Come on, honey, prompted the Black Leopard. On your feet.
I can’t always carry you everywhere. Whimpering, Suzi struggled
to her feet. A thin ribbon of blood oozed from her ravaged vagina.
The Black Leopard moved behind her and pushed the battered heroine through
the doorway of a small room toward a small cot in the corner. Almost
weeping in pain, Suzi collapsed onto the rickety bed. She had barely
made it to the cot from the table. Her vagina felt like a hot poker
had been shoved into it. The few steps she had been forced to take
had been sheer agony. She lay face down on the cot, in more pain than
she could imagine.
As she lay on the cot, she heard the Black Leopard leave the room.
The door closed and a key turned in the lock. “Nighty-night,
heroine,” she jeered. “I have to make a phone call
now.”
Suzi was exhausted. She doubted that she would ever be able to walk
normally again. As the door of the room closed and a key turned in
the locks she gave way to her tears. She had managed not to scream
or cry during the whole terrible ordeal with the wine bottle, but now she
could not hold back. She cried like a little girl, soaking the thin
mattress she had been dumped on. But then the meaning of the Black
Leopard’s words sank in. The phone call. The Black Leopard
was contacting Brick Henson. She had to get away.
She put the pain out of her mind. She had to act like a true heroine
now. Flexing her arms, she strained at her bonds. The Black Leopard
had done a superb job of tying her wrists. The knots seemed to have
gotten tighter during the four-hour ordeal. But there was the slightest
amount of give in the ropes that held her. She continued to work on
them. At all costs she must escape. She knew the next time Brick
Henson got hold of her she would probably not survive.
She put all of her strength into her efforts to stretch the ropes a little
more. She did not have much left. She knew that if she did not
get out of her bonds in the next ten or fifteen minutes, she would not have
the endurance to continue.
The exertion of her escape attempts caused her naked body to break out in
a sweat. It was this that probably saved her life. The ropes
began to slip from her wrists as the droplets of moisture soaked her
bonds. A minute later she was free. But now she faced the problem
of how to escape the small room that was her prison.
Trying to ignore the pain in her nether region, she forced herself to her
feet and began to explore the tiny room. The door was strongly constructed
and bound with iron. She knew that the Black Leopard had locked it.
There was no escape that way. There was however, the window.
Incredibly, there were no bars on the window and it was not nailed shut.
As quietly as she could she slid it open. When she looked out she realized
why the Black Leopard had not thought escape that was likely. She was
about five stories up. If her utility belt had not been taken from
her it would have been a simple matter to secure a line and slide down to
the street. But she was not the Jade Dragon. Without some sort
of climbing gear she could not get out.
She looked above her. “Well,” she thought, “if I can’t
go down, perhaps I can go up, but I better get a move
on.”
Moving back to the cot, she stripped off the sheets and tore them into several
long strips. Then she tied the strips together, making a crude rope
about twenty feet long. It was far too short to reach the street, but
she had noticed that she was on the top floor of the building. If she
could find some way to make her rope stay she might be able to climb up to
the roof.
As she stripped the bed she had noticed that it had a wooden frame held together
with pieces of angle iron. Grabbing the leg of the bed with her hands
and bracing her feet against it, she managed to break the leg off.
It made quite a bit of noise. Holding her breath she listened to see
if the Black Leopard had heard anything. There was only silence.
She continued working on her escape plan.
Attached to the leg was a piece of angle iron. It was a crude, but
she hoped, an effective grappling hook. All this effort took her some
time. She was in the most incredible pain and every movement sent waves
of agony through her. In addition, she was bleeding badly from her
bruised vagina. But she forced herself to keep moving. Staying
in her prison until Brick Henson showed up was not an option.
Quickly but carefully she tied her makeshift rope to the angle iron.
Then, leaning out the window, she tossed the iron toward the roof.
It took her several tries, but eventually the iron reached the edge of the
roof and caught.
“Here goes nothing,” she muttered. She would only have the
strength to climb a short distance, provided the crude grappling hook
held. Fortunately, the roof was only about ten feet above her head.
Trusting in luck, Suzi swung out of the window and slowly pulled herself
hand over hand up the rope. She was very sore and very tired, but she
made it. Once on the roof, it was but a simple matter to climb down
the fire escape. It was a long walk back to her bike, but she had no
other way to get home. She could not even make a phone call due to
the fact that what little money she carried was in her utility belt.
Sometime just before dawn she reached her bike and motored at full speed
back to her hideout. And then, exhausted emotionally and physically
from her ordeal, she collapsed into her bed without even bothering to clean
herself up. Within seconds of reaching her bed, she
slept.
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