The Adventures of the Black Scorpion
Author: L’Espion
Illustrated by Evil Incarnate
Chapter 5
Unmasked
Once more Darcy entered the room she had come to think of as the auction hall. All of the thugs who had raped her were there. A tremor of fear ran through her. How could she face up to another round of brutal rape and torture?
Von Stern was there as well, standing front and centre. He grinned as Darcy was led toward him. The chains that secured her emphasized her servitude. This time her ankles were not chained. It was clear that her captors no longer considered her a physical threat.
“Ah, Black Scorpion,” Von Stern said. “It is time for the grand finale.” He moved in front of her. “Chain her up,” he ordered.
Two of Von Stern’s henchmen moved to do his bidding. For the briefest instant, Darcy considered resisting and then caught the look in von Stern’s eye. He was waiting for her to do something. A quick glance showed that there were at least a dozen of Von Stern’s men within twenty feet of her. If she attempted anything she would be immediately attacked and in her weakened condition she could not hope to deal with so many.
Passively, she allowed her wrists to be brought forward in front of her. Leather cuffs were strapped to each wrist and then the cuffs were linked to one another. Helpless, with her heart pounding in fear, and filled with mortification, she trembled as her arms were drawn over her head by a chain run through a pulley fixed to the ceiling.
Darcy suppressed a moan as her already tortured body was stretched full length. Von Stern had his men hoist her until she was standing on her tiptoes.
The assembled villains collectively licked their lips as they viewed the powerless crimefighter. Her bruised breasts were lifted, her tempting nipples tilted toward the ceiling. The position emphasized her perfect figure and her helplessness. Within seconds there was not a man in the room without an erection.
“God, I’d love to sink my wand into her,” one thug muttered, a sentiment shared by most of those assembled.
“Later, gentlemen,” Von Stern said. “First we have a pleasant task to perform; the unveiling of the Black Scorpion on camera, and the revelation of her secret identity. Soon the world will know the identity of the world’s most famous heroine.”
Darcy twisted in her chains, swinging her body so that she could face Von Stern squarely. Confidently he strode toward her and then turning looked into the camera like a TV game show host. “And now ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Black Scorpion and her secret identity.”
Darcy’s kick knocked him right off the platform, tumbling him into the seats. It had been too much for her to resist and had taken all of her remaining strength. She knew that she would face severe punishment for her actions, but she could not simply let Von Stern unmask her without a fight.
“You bitch!” Von Stern screamed as he pulled himself out of the tangle of chairs he had been hurled into. Around the hall the assembled thugs howled with laughter.
Von Stern seethed with rage. Temporarily forgotten was his plan to expose the identity of the Black Scorpion to the world. “Turn off the cameras,” he shouted. Limping, he charged up the stairs to the top of the platform. “Get me the whip,” he ordered.
Darcy shuddered. Her face showed no triumph at sending Von Stern ass-over-teakettle. She knew she was about to be severely punished. Von Stern planted himself in front of her, keeping just far enough away to be out of range of her feet. He was holding a fifteen foot lash.
“You trumped up, whore,” Von Stern spat. He was boiling with rage. He had thought his brutal mistreatment of the captured heroine had completely broken her. Her surprise attack had embarrassed him in front of his fellow criminals. She would pay for that. He flexed the whip. “I’m going to flay you alive.” Pulling his arm back he snapped the whip toward the helpless heroine.
“Aagghh!” The cry burst from Darcy’s lips as the whip curled about her torso. Nothing that had been done to her so far had prepared her for such pain. The vicious lash ripped open her skin, leaving a long red weal that stretched from just under her right breast, around her ribcage and across her back. Almost sobbing in agony she screamed again as the lash tore off another strip of skin just next to the first.
Von Stern rained blow after blow on Darcy’s defenceless body. Each one seemingly more painful than the last. Strangely, it was Goldhammer who intervened to stop the brutal torture. He caught Von Stern’s arm in midstroke. “Leave us something to fuck, you fool,” the archvillain hissed. “She’s worthless if you destroy her. Let’s get on with the unmasking.”
Von Stern appeared dazed. “You’re right,” he mumbled. “There’s more than one way to teach a superheroine a lesson.” He tossed down the whip and moved up to his whimpering victim.
“Run the cameras, again,” Von Stern ordered. He reached for the Black Scorpion’s cowl. “Now, you whore. I expose you to the world.”
“No!” Darcy whimpered. Then Von Stern jerked on the cowl exposing her face and allowing her hair to tumble free. Desperate to hide her identity Darcy bowed her head, trying to obscure her features with her hair.
“Let’s have a look,” Goldhammer said. Reaching out he seized Darcy’s hair and wrenched her head back.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Von Stern said. “Darcy Walker.”
“Yes,” Goldhammer agreed. “The police bitch. I might have guessed.”
Darcy bowed her head and wept. In agonizing pain, she stood helpless, exposed to the world. Her secret identity was revealed. Her secret life was over and with it her career as a superheroine.
Sims sneered at the sobbing heroine. “What’s the matter bitch? You can dish it out but can’t take it? I’m going to give you a real reason to cry. One that will make your pussy sore for weeks.”
“Yes, Von Stern,” agreed. “We mustn’t forget what a superheroine is really good for.”
Her spirit broken, Darcy slumped, her legs no longer able to support her. With her unmasking she had lost her will to resist, and overcome with shame and exhaustion she hung limply from the chains that secured her arms to the ceiling. Fear coursed through her. She faced another brutal round of rape and torture. The first had almost broken her. She doubted that she had the will to resist further brutality.
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