The Adventures of Star
Eagle
Episode 2
by L'Espion
Chapter
6 Tempered
Steele
“Mmmm,” Melissa slurped as Brad eased his thick phallus in and out of her mouth. The blow job the gorgeous blonde was giving him was far beyond anything his usual victims gave him. The girl was actually moving her lips and tongue over his penis. That sensation plus the fact that she was a virgin make it the best blow job he had ever had.
He had determined quite quickly that the girl had never known a man. Under the influence of the drugs he had given her she had proved most cooperative. It hadn’t taken him long to determine that the tight fissure between her legs had never known the presence of a male member. He planed to remedy that situation very soon.
“Oohh, that’s enough, sugar,” he groaned as he pulled out of her. A few more seconds and he would have exploded. It was time to try her other opening.
“Where’s Karla?” the wide eyed blonde asked as he freed her mouth. She ran the back of her hands over her lips wiping away some of the spittle and semen that had leaked out while she was pleasuring Brad.
“She’s coming. We are supposed to wait for her here until she arrives,” Brad explained. He eased the girl’s legs apart and lowered himself onto the girl’s ripe body.
“I’m not sure we should do this,” the girl said. “We should wait for Karla.” She placed her arms against his chest and pushed back gently. She was surprisingly strong, shifting his 200 pound body with ease.
“It’s alright,” Brad said quietly, taking one of her wrists in each hand and pushing them slowly over her head. “Karla wants us to do this. She is going to be here soon.”
“She does?” the girl answered. “When did you talk to her?”
“Just a little while ago. Don’t you remember when I went off to find her?”
“Oh yes,” the girl said, smiling. “I forgot. Everything seems kind of blurry.”
“You just relax,” Brad replied, positioning himself between the girl’s silken thighs. Slowly he probed the lips of her vulva. To his delight he found that she was deliciously wet. His heavy organ slid into her with only slight resistance.
“Ooohh!” the girl gasped. “That hurts.” Brad’s engorged phallus had encountered her taut hymen. It was unexpectedly difficult to break.
“Don’t worry,” Brad said soothingly. “It only hurts for a little while and then it feels wonderful.”
“Aaah!” the girl called out sharply as he broke through her maidenhead. She was very wet, but incredibly tight. Brad had never experienced anything like her.
“Aahh!” the girl cried out again. “When is it going to feel wonderful?” She was breathing hard, her breath coming in harsh gasps. Her face was etched in pain.
“In just a minute,” Brad gasped. The girl was surprisingly tight. By now she should be more than ready for him, but he was having difficult penetrating her more than a few inches.
“You bastards!” The redhead’s voice was a scream of rage.
Brad looked up startled. It was the girl’s scarlet-haired friend. How the hell had she managed to find them?
Brad’s cohorts were on their feet, immediately surrounding the angry woman, but she seemed completely unafraid. “How dare you do this? You filthy scum. She just a girl!” Surprisingly the redhead’s well modulated voice now contained clear hints of an East European accent.
It had taken Karla much longer than she had hoped to find Melissa. Brad and his friends had taken her down the beach to a more secluded spot and in the dark it had not been easy to find them. She had initially gone the wrong way, realizing her mistake only when she came to an impassable rocky headland. Forced to retrace her steps, she had kicked off her shoes and run all the way. But she had been too late. Melissa was surrounded by four men. One of them, the man she had talked to, was already fully engaged in raping the naïve and drugged superheroine.
“Karla,” Melissa exclaimed. “I’m so glad to see you. We were just waiting until you got here and we could go swimming.”
Stunned by Melissa’s unexpected greeting, Karla just stared at her. The part of the beach where they were standing was unlit, but the light of the moon provided enough light for her to see that Melissa’s eyes were unnaturally wide and her face blank and stupid.
Bill, Rob, and Ace stepped forward, forming a semicircle around the
“Get off her,” Karla ordered, ignoring the other three men. She took a menacing step toward Brad.
Cursing, brad got to his feet, but he was not about to surrendered his prize. “Mouthy bitch,” he said. He took a step toward Karla.
“Aaagghh!” He was completely unprepared for Karla’s foot in his balls. He collapsed screaming onto the sand, clutching at his injured gonads. But Karla did not stop there, whirling, she drove the heel of her hand into Bill’s nose, snapping his head back and knocking him off his feet. Then she turned on Ace and Rob.
The two remaining men backed away from her. “She’s fucking crazy,” yelled Ace, moving right into the surf. Karla followed him. She intended to give the four bastards who had kidnapped and raped Melissa a lesson in what happened to those who molested her friends.
Still confused, Melissa watched from her position on the blanket as Karla tore into the thugs who had brought her too the beach. Everything was happening so fast that her befuddled mind could make no sense of it. Karla seemed very angry, but she couldn’t quite figure out why. She shook her head, trying to clear it. Somewhere in the back of her mind was a nagging thought, but she couldn’t quite focus enough to bring it out.
Karla followed the retreating Ace into the surf, ignoring the waves that lapped about her knees. She was filled with rage, but it was a calm controlled rage. She wanted revenge, and she was going to get it.
To her right, Rob suddenly stopped retreating and moved toward her. “Get her,” he yelled. “She can’t move as fast in the water.”
Karla suddenly realized that he was right. The water now swirled around her thighs, wetting her mini-skirt. She had lost her mobility. Hastily she began to back toward the beach.
Ace and Rob came at her from both sides. Rob reached her first, and threw a clumsy haymaker at her. Even hampered by the surging waves Karla had no difficulty in deflecting the amateurish attack, but the brief distraction allowed Ace to close with her.
He did not make the same mistake. Realizing that the tall athletic redhead outmatched any of them he simple dove at her, wrapping his arms about her thighs and knocking the Russian girl off her feet.
Karla toppled into the surf, kicking out as she fell in an attempt to break free of Ace’s entangling arms, but then Rob joined the fray. Her attention distracted by Ace, she was unable to avoid the punch her threw at her head. It caught her just over her ear and dropped her into the water. Then before she could recover both men were on her, kicking and punching.
Karla went down under the barrage of blows. She was still conscious, but several of the punches had scored. The breath was knocked out of her. Struggling feebly she was dragged from the water to the wet sand thrown to the ground with Ace twisting her arms behind her back.
“Help me tie her,” Ace grunted. Rob came forward, along with Bill, who was still holding his nose.
“Fucking bitch broke my nose,” Bill complained. He drew back his foot and kicked Karla hard in the ribs.
“Oooff!” Karla grunted. It felt as if Bill had broken one of her ribs. She grunted painfully as Ace pinned her. She had to get loose. In a few seconds it would be too late.
A ripping sound and the tug of hands on her dress told her that the garment was being torn from her body. Struggling to breath she made a feeble attempt to get free, and then cried out in fear as she felt her wrists being tied behind her back.
“No!” she protested. Her mind was flooded with horrible memories of the time she had been held down and gang raped by thugs set on her by her on father. Panicking, she wrenched her body in a desperate effort to escape.
But it was already too late. Her skimpy dance outfit had been ripped from her shapely body, leaving her clad only in her brief thong and demi-bra. For all intents and purposes she was almost completely nude.
“Fucking, bitch,” said Brad. He had recovered from the blow to his testicles, but still held his hand over his private parts. “So you want to play rough? Well now we’re going to have two bitches to fuck instead of one.” He stepped forward and slapped Karla’s face hard. Still on her knees and held by two men, she could not avoid the blow.
“No!” came a voice. “Don’t hurt Karla.” It was Melissa. The girl was on her feet and moving unsteadily toward the group of men and their captive.
“I’m tired of playing with you, honey,” Brad said. He took a single step and drove his fist into Melissa’s midsection. The girl went down as if she had been hit by a truck and lay gasping on the sand, her face contorted in pain and confusion.
“You have fun with the blonde,” Brad said, to the three men holding Karla. “I’m going to teach the redheaded bitch a lesson in manners.”
Melissa lay on the sand, barely able to breathe. She suddenly realized now that something was terribly wrong. Brad and his friends were not nice men. They had beaten up Karla and Brad had hit her as well. But something was wrong with her as well, her mind was so cloudy, and she was so weak. The punch Brad had hit her with should not have hurt so much, but it had completely incapacitated her. She could only moan feebly as Ace and Rob, dragged her back to the blanket.
Rob stripped off his pants. Ace was holding the blonde pinning her arms behind her back. A few feet away he could hear the redhead’s pathetic protests as Brad worked her over. He grinned and moving between the blonde’s luscious thighs he prepared to take her. Brad had been right. This was going to be a real night to remember.
“Once more for old time’s sake.” Boze closed his hand on Colty’s breast. There wasn’t much room in the back of the plane, but there was enough for the thug to position himself between Colty’s thighs.
She was naked. It had not been thought necessary to allow her to get dressed. After all, they were just going to toss her into the ocean. She wouldn’t need her clothes for that. She grunted slightly as Boze entered her. There wasn’t much she could do to resist. Her hands were handcuffed behind her. Even battered and bruised as she was, Kleine wasn’t taking any chances. She would go to her death without even being given a fighting chance; shackled until the very moment she was pushed from the plane.
But Boze just had to fuck her one more time. It hardly mattered she supposed. She had been screwed so many times in hours before she had been tossed onto the plane that she had lost track of the number of times she had been taken. It had been an ordeal that never seemed to end. Being raped one more time wouldn’t make much difference.
“Aaahh!” Boze was biting hard on her left nipple. That hurt even more than usual. Her breasts and especially her nipples had suffered heavily. They were covered with bruises and scratches and both nipples were raw. Even the slightest touch was agonizingly painful.
Boze was well into the rape now. He pushed her hard into the seat and pumped violently into her. In the next seat Caltman amused himself by punishing her breasts. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the pain. In a few minutes it wouldn’t matter anymore. The plane would be far enough out from land that Kleine would be satisfied and then it would be all over.
“Uunngh!” Boze lunged into her. Despite the fact that she had been raped more than two dozen times the brute was still capable of hurting her. She braced her hands against the seat and suddenly touched something small and metallic.
She knew at once what it was. A
hairpin. Perhaps one of
hers. She had pinned her hair
before making the trip to
Her fingers closed on it. Still keeping her eyes shut, she manipulated the tiny piece of wire. If she could just reach the lock on the handcuffs perhaps…
She had never picked a set of cuffs blind before. But then again she had never expected to be in so hopeless a situation. How much time did she have? Probably only minutes. Maybe more if Kleine decided to let Caltman rape her too. Arching her back slightly to give herself better access to the cuffs, she manipulated the hairpin into the lock mechanism.
“Fucking bitch is enjoying it,” Caltman said. “Look at her. She’s ready to have an orgasm.”
Indeed it looked that way to the two men who were raping her. Colty’s back was arched sharply, her pelvis thrust forward as if to better receive Boze’s powerful thrusts. Her breathing was rapid and her sweat-coated body gleamed erotically, her heavy breasts bouncing as Boze rocked her back and force as he ravished her.
“Finish her off, assholes,” Kleine called from the pilot’s seat. “It’s time she went for a swim.”
“In a minute, boss,” Boze grunted.
“Ahh,” said Caltman pleadingly. “Can’t I have one more go at her?”
“You’ve fucked her enough,” Kleine replied. “It’s time to give Miss Steele some down time.”
The three men chuckled at Kleine’s pun. And then Colty’s hands snapped free.
She drove her fingers into Boze’s throat. Stiff as steel spikes they crushed the cartilage around his larynx. Wide-eyed with surprise, the thug did not even have time to cry out as his throat was crushed.
Gasping for air, Boze lurched back in the seat, clutching at his throat. Kicking out, Colty drove the thug into the front seat of the airplane.
Caltman went for his gun. He had it only half out of the shoulder holster before Colty was on him. She drove her palm into his nose, flattening it against his face.
Blood splattered everywhere. Caltman screamed in pain.
“What the fuck is going on?” yelled Kleine from the front seat. Still flying the plane he could not afford to turn around to se what was happening. Fumbling with the controls he put the aircraft on automatic pilot. At that moment there was an explosion from the back of the plane as Caltman’s gun went off.
Kleine twisted in his seat. His eyes widened as he looked directly into the muzzle of Caltman’s Berretta. Behind the gun were the menacing grey eyes of Colty Steele.
Colty turned the plane toward land. She didn’t know exactly where the coast was, but she had a pretty good idea. She climbed a bit. If she could get enough altitude she might be able to see some lights.
Beside her Kleine stared at her balefully. She had used the handcuffs she had gotten out of to secure his hands behind his back. He was gagged. She was in no mood to listen to his stupidity as he tried to bribe her into letting him go, offering larger and larger sums of money each time. Behind her in the back seat were the bodies of Boze and Caltman.
Caltman’s attempt to draw his gun had been his biggest mistake. After smashing him in the nose, Colty had twisted the gun in his fingers, bringing it around so that it was pointed at his chest. Stupidly the thug had refused to let go of it and as the pistol twisted in his hand he had fired a round into his own chest. After that the gun belonged to Colty and she had used to it force Kleine to surrender.
Like most thugs, he was a coward when it came right down to it. He had surrendered meekly, making no attempt to wrest the gun from her. After that it was a simple matter of completely removing the handcuffs, and transferring them to Kleine. He was now her prisoner, and she intended that he stay that way.
She was a bit uncomfortable. Now that she was in control she was painfully aware of her nudity. But none of her clothes were on the plane and she refused to wear those of Boze or Caltman. She would work something out after she landed the plane.
She flew on, heading in the direction she thought land would be. She checked the fuel gauge. She should have enough left to make it back easily. Then Kleine spoke. “You’re going the wrong way, you stupid bitch. We’re going to end up in the drink.”
Colty looked at him, coldly. “Why didn’t you tell me this before, asshole? Don’t you value your own life?”
“My life won’t be worth anything once you’ve got me back. I crossed the mob. Even prison won’t protect me. I’ve got nothing to lose.”
Colty knew what the brutal crime boss was angling for at once. “You want a deal. You tell me the way back to land and I let you go.”
“You’re smarter than you look,” Kleine sneered.
“I’ve got a better idea,” said Colty. “Since you’re so damned intent on dying why don’t I just toss you out of the plane right now?”
“You do that and you’re dead,” Kleine said. “You’re not that stupid.”
“Maybe not,” Colty replied. “But I am emotionally unstable.” She grabbed Kleine by the scruff of his neck and pushed him toward the door.
“You’re bluffing!” Kleine screamed, attempting to resist the direction Colty was shoving him.
“You’re right,” Colty replied, her voice
expressionless. She flipped the
door handle. A blast of air roared
into the cabin. Bracing her foot
against Kleine she shoved him toward the
opening.
“No!” Kleine screamed. “Alright. Steer 345 degrees.”
“Gutless prick,” thought Colty as she pulled Kleine back into the cabin and closed the door.
She headed the plane in the direction Kleine had revealed. Glancing at the fuel gauge she now noticed that it was going to be a near thing. Kleine’s failure to divulge the proper heading until Colty had him half out of the plane had cut the margin of error considerably. There was every chance she might not make it.
“Damn,” she thought. “So near and yet so far.”
She tried to think calmly. Now
that she had the proper heading she should be able to at least get
close. She tried to remember
what she knew of the geography of the
She dropped the plane low, just skimming the waves. That should take her in below radar. She had no fear of being intercepted by the US Air Force. She wasn’t doing anything wrong, but with the terrorist threat so high if she was intercepted she might be delayed. That would almost certainly mean that she would end up in the drink. In her present condition she wasn’t looking forward to an ocean swim, provided she survived the crash. And then there was Kleine. He was worth a cool half million to her, plus expenses.
She winged in low over the water. The fuel gauge now registered empty. Then from out of the dark she saw lights. Land. But she couldn’t head for the lights. She didn’t fancy slamming into a building. Best get as close as possible to the shore and then try to come down on the beach. She cut back the engine, keeping up just enough speed to avoid a stall. At that point the engine hiccupped.
“Aaahh!” Karla screamed as Brad thrust into her. She was bleeding from her mouth and nose and one eye was closed. Brad had really worked her over. The other thug held her from behind, his hands clamped over her bruised breasts. She had been headstrong and overconfident. She should not have hurled herself at the four men, but tried to take them by surprise. She realized her mistake now, but it was too late and she was paying the price for it.
Even worse though, was the fact that she had not saved Melissa. Just a few feet away the girl was grunting as Rob raped her. She was protesting feebly, her voice high and frightened. Karla realized that the chocolate Melissa had consumed had not only robbed her of her powers, but had also stolen the inner strength that all superheroines seemed to possess.
“How do you like it; you redheaded bitch?” Brad taunted. He was determined to make Karla’s rape as painful as possible. He had taken her dry and was forcing his way into her. He’d ream both her vagina and her asshole. He’d have her so sore she wouldn’t be able to cross her legs for a month.
“Unngh!” You’re hurting me,” Melissa protested. Rob was pounding into her, and Ace was holdng her arms so she couldn’t escape or fight back. What was happening to her wasn’t right. She had thought Brad and his friends were nice, but they had hurt Karla and were now hurting her. Even worse, Brad was having sex with Karla against her will. But she was helpless to stop any of it from happening. She was so weak.
“Fuck,” muttered Colty. “Here we go.”
She had strapped herself and Kleine into the seats, so the first impact with the water did not send them through the roof. But the jerk of the straps on her bare skin made Colty wish in the split second she had to think about it that she had put on some clothing. Even if it was Boze or Caltman’s and was splattered with blood.
“What the fuck…” Brad jerked himself to his feet as an intensely bright light shone in his eyes and a huge metallic object hurtled toward him from out of the ocean.
The rest of his pack saw it too, scattering in all directions and abandoning their two female victims on the beach as they ran for their lives.
“Jesus,” said Colty. “What are they doing there!” In the seconds before the plane rebounded into the water six people were outlined in the glare of the landing lights. Then the aircraft hit, throwing a geyser of water over the windshield.
Kleine shrieked in fear as the plane nosed down and slammed into the sand. Colty was jerked forward so hard that the breath was driven from her lungs. And then suddenly the cabin was suddenly full of water.
Karla gasped as she was showered with sand and water. An aircraft had materialized out of nowhere and slammed into the beach, It was slowly sinking into the waves just a few feet away.
Melissa was equally stunned. She should have been able to sense the arrival of the aircraft, but with her powers seriously impaired she was taken completely by surprise. Staggering to her feet she made her way toward Karla. The evil men who had been abusing them were gone. She had to help her friend.
Colty gasped as the cold water surged around her. Kleine screamed in terror, his gag having been loosened in the crash. “We’re going to drown!”
“Not yet, you gutless prick.” Colty said. The aircraft had stopped moving and stopped sinking. Unsnapping her seat belt and Kleine’s she pushed the whimpering thug from the aircraft and followed him into the surf.
They landed in about five feet of water. It helped considerably that the waves were pushing them toward shore, but Kleine made quite a fuss. With his hands handcuffed behind him he was not able to stand and the waves threw him down. But Colty was not about to lose her prize money. Grabbing him by the scruff of the neck she pulled him toward shore.
They arrived and fell at the feet of the two women who were huddled on the beach. Colty noticed with surprise that both women were naked and were staring at her in disbelief. What had been going on before she and Kleine had arrived? Had they been engaged in some sort of beach orgy?
“Who are you?” Karla gasped. Vhat do you vant?” She lapsed back into her heavily accented English as the stress of the situation got to her. The sudden arrival of a completely naked blonde and a handcuffed man from out of the plane wreck had completely befuddled her.
Colty was just as surprised. Up close she could see that the two women were covered in bruises. Anger filled her mind as she realized that she had not stumbled onto a party, but a gang rape.
“Don’t worry, I’m a friend,” she replied. Then putting first things first she pushed Kleine face down into the sand and unbuckling his belt wrapped it around his thighs. She had paid a high price for him. She wasn’t going to let him slip off into the darkness.
At that moment a voice alerted her to the fact that there were more than just the two women present. “What the fuck? Now naked blondes are falling out of the sky.”
Brad strode forward accompanied by his three cohorts. Shocked and frightened by the unexpected arrival of the aircraft they had scattered when the plane hit, leaving the three women to their fate. But when the plane did not explode he had returned, just in time to see a tall, very attractive, blonde stagger from the surf dragging a heavyset man with her. Strangely the man was handcuffed. But even stranger the blonde was completely naked.
“This must just be my night,” he remarked. “Another victim.” Behind him Ace and Bill sniggered. Now there was almost one woman for each of them. It was going to be quite a party.
Surprisingly, the blonde seemed unafraid. Her magnificent chest was heaving from the exertion of dragging the handcuffed man from the waves, but she stared at him without apparent concern.
“What can I do for you, asshole?” the blonde said. She acted as if she were completely unaware of her nude body and the danger she was in as Brad and his gang closed in on her.
“You can let me fuck you, babe,” Brad replied with a grin. He stepped toward her, intent on grabbing her before she got away.
Colty watched the overconfident rapist come at her. She had immediately noticed that none of the men were armed. They were an arrogant bunch of thugs and they were in for a surprise.
But it was Colty who was surprised. She had forgotten about Kleine. Although lying flat on the sand, he too had assessed the situation. But he had a different idea about what to do about it. The four young men who were moving menacingly toward the three women represented his chance for freedom. If the blonde PI could be taken care of he had no doubt that he could easily convince them to help him escape, especially with the promise of money. They hardly looked like the types who would turn down a bribe. As Colty prepared to defend herself, he rolled over on his back and swept his feet into the back of her knees.
Momentarily Colty lost her balance. That brief instant proved critical. It gave Brad the time he needed to close with her.
Colty lurched sideways as Brad caught her with a right hand. At the last instant she had snapped her head back and his fist had only grazed her chin, but the punch staggered her nonetheless. Her reflexes took over. Rolling back with the punch, she easily avoided Brad’s second blow and brought her foot up between his legs.
Brad barely avoided the blow, jumping back just in time. He had almost had his testicles flattened for the second time that night. What the hell was going on? Were all the bitches on the beach martial artists?
He was now joined by Bill, Ace, and Rob. Together they rushed the blonde, driving her back into the surf. As before, this served to limit her mobility. “Now, bitch,” Rob crowed. “We’ve got you.”
“Idiot,” Colty thought. She had lost her advantage. Even so she gave Rob a painful surprise as he closed with her, ducking under his arms and driving her elbow into his solar plexus. The man went down, but his rush had served its purpose, allowing the other men to surround her. Unable to move quickly enough in the thigh deep water, Colty was attacked from all sides.
She smashed Ace in the jaw, whipping his head back and staggering him, but Bill simply jumped on her and took her off her feet. Then the rest of the men piled into her before she could recover.
“Let’s teach this one a little lesson before we fuck her,” Brad said. He had hold of Colty’s shoulder length hair and pulling her head down submerged it beneath the waves. Ace and Rob helped, grabbing her arms and legs and holding her while she thrashed desperately.
Colty held her breathe. She made a frenzied attempt to escape, but held under the water she panicked and her escape attempts were uncoordinated. Slowly she felt the pressure on her lungs increase. In a few seconds she was going to have to take a breath and then she would drown.
Brad had no intention of letting the erotically thrashing blonde drown. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He was looking forward to giving her a good fucking once he had finished showing her who was boss. Three women to fuck. He could hardly believe his good fortune.
Melissa huddled by Karla. The Russian girl was too beaten up to run far and Melissa would not leave her. The events of the last few minutes had left her confused. She sensed that the blonde woman who had staggered out of the sea was a friend; all the more so as the four men who had been assaulting her and Karla were now attempting to drown her.
She shook her head. She should be doing something about this, but what? She was just a helpless girl. No – that was not right. Then it came to her. She was not just a girl. She was something more. Now she remembered. The cobwebs that clung to her brain fell away. She wasn’t a girl at all. She was Star Eagle, a superheroine sent to save Earth. But why was she lying on the beach naked? How had she gotten there?
Her mind slowly cleared like a breeze blowing away mist. She remembered. She remembered everything. Her skin darkened with anger. Her hand went to the small gold pendant about her neck. She touched the pendant and suddenly her dramatic blue, white, and red costume flowed forth and covered her body. At the same time she changed her eyes from blue to deep brown and her hair colour from blonde to brunette. She was no longer Melissa Valour. She was Star Eagle, and she was very very angry.
At the end of her strength, Colty could hold her breath no longer. With a shudder she released her breath and then suddenly she was jerked right out of the water. “Now you are safe,” said a female voice. “I will deal with these miscreants.”
Star Eagle was proud of that word. She had read it in a Wonder Woman comic book only a few days ago and had been dying to use it.
“Who the fuck are you?” Brad yelled. He had been holding the feebly struggling blonde under water when suddenly he had been rudely pushed aside and the woman he had been drowning had been lifted out of the water. He stared in disbelief at the gaudily clad brunette who carried the blonde to safety.
“I am Star Eagle,” the girl said. “And your days of drugging and raping unsuspecting women are over.”
“Like fuck they are,” Brad said. “I’m just going to add you to the list.”
Their eyes concentrated on Star Eagle, none of the men had noticed that the blonde girl they had drugged was no longer on the beach. As one they moved toward what they supposed was their next victim.
Star Eagle smiled. This was going to be so easy and so satisfying. Which one should she kill first? And then she remembered. She was a superheroine and superheroines were not supposed to kill. Her own reputation had already suffered due to the ruthless manner in which she had disposed of criminals in Grand Centre. Somehow though, she felt that Brad and his friends deserved something more than a mere pounding.
Brad reached her first. His attack was so amateurish that Star Eagle simply picked him up and tossed him onto the beach. His body described a high arc and crashed down on the wet sand. The impact knocked the breath from him, taking him out of the fight immediately.
Dealing with the rest of the thugs took no more time. She slapped aside Rob’s attempt to punch her and knocked him unconscious with a blow to the jaw. Bill shared a similar fate, and she caught Ace from behind as he tried to flee the scene.
Colty watched in stunned amazement as the superheroine went to work. She had never seen anyone move so fast. Too exhausted to help, she sat on the wet sand and simply took in the show.
“Incredible,” she thought, as the heroine seized each of the thugs by the back of their shirts. She had heard of such amazing women, but had never seen one in action before. She wondered where the woman had come from. Her appearance on the deserted beach seemed amazingly providential.
Star Eagle paired up the unconscious thugs, taking the backs of the shirts of Brad and Rob in one hand and the backs of the shirts of Ace and Bill in the other. Then she began to drag them into the ocean.
“What the Hell…,” Colty wondered. Was the heroine going to drown them? Then her brow creased in confusion as the superheroine turned on her back and using the power of her legs began to churn out to sea, towing the four men with her.
“Must be part outboard motor,” Colty mused as the Superheroine disappeared into the darkness.
A few feet away the redheaded girl grunted and got unsteadily to her feet. She looked at Colty. “Vhere you come from?” the girl said. “I mean,” she corrected, “Where did you come from?” Almost all trace of her accent had disappeared.
At that moment Kleine interrupted. “Hey! You going to let me drown?” He was lying half in the water, the incoming tide slowly submerging his body.
“Just a minute,” Colty said to Karla. I have to look after this asshole.” Grabbing Kleine by his jacket she dragged him farther up the beach.
“Now,” she said. “Where were we?”
“Who are you?” asked Karla. “Who is that man?”
“Well,” began Colty, “it’s a bit of a long story.
Over the next half hour the two women briefly exchanged information. In the meantime Star Eagle was busily chugging out to sea, towing her human cargo.
All of the thugs were fully conscious by this time, the cold water having awakened them. “What the fuck is going on?” Brad protested. “Who are you anyway?”
“Just someone who thinks you need a little exercise,” Star Eagle replied. The strain of towing the four thugs had hardly tired her. You were on the beach so you must like swimming. I’m just going to give you a chance to improve your aquatic skills.” She stopped swimming. “This should be far enough. Good luck.”
“What do you mean good luck?” Brad screamed. I don’t even know what direction the land is from here. I can’t see it.”
Star Eagle did not answer. At what was a moderate pace for her she headed back the way she had come. She hadn’t killed the scum who had raped her and Karla. It was entirely up to them. If they were decent swimmers and headed in the right direction they might make it back to land. If not… Well, it would be just one more unexplained swimming tragedy.
Brad and his companions milled about in the ocean. They had no idea which direction to swim. They couldn’t get enough height to see the lights of the shore. “We’re going to drown,” Rob whimpered. “The bitch left us here to drown!”
All of the thugs were tiring. They had been treading water for half and hour. Without waiting for the others, Brad struck out. One direction was as good as another. He might get lucky.
Star Eagle emerged from the surf, and went immediately to Karla. “Are you alright?” she asked.
“As well as can be expected,” Karla replied. She got to her feet stiffly. “Where are my clothes? I’m cold.”
“Me too,” Colty chimed in. Now that the excitement of her arrival had worn off she was shivering in the night air.
“I’ll go to the hotel and get something,” Star Eagle, said. She looked inquiringly at Kleine and then at Karla.
“I’ll explain later,” Karla said. “In the meantime I’m freezing.”
“Right,” said Star Eagle. She broke into a run and within seconds had disappeared into the night.
“You know her?” Colty asked.
“Sort of,” Karla said. “Perhaps one day I’ll tell you about it.”
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