The Adventures of the Black Scorpion
Author: L’Espion
Illustrated by Evil Incarnate
Chapter 6 The
Scorpion’s Sting
“Nnnngghh!” Darcy screamed as she was savagely raped. The creature violating her was manlike but hardly completely human. Von Stern had dredged him up from somewhere. Barely able to speak the monstrous creature was massively endowed, his phallus fully as thick and heavy as her forearm. It was like being plundered by a horse and it had been going on for more than an hour. Her body streaked with sweat she writhed in agony as he buried himself within her.
Almost as bad as the rape, however, was the circle of jeering villains surrounding her. Their crude comments and sarcastic remarks were mortifying, emphasizing her helpless humiliation. The current ordeal had begun ninety minutes before. Not satisfied with having just unmasked her, Von Stern had decided on a little entertainment. It was not as Darcy had feared, another gang rape, this time the archvillain had something else in mind.
Von Stern had lowered her from the chains, leaving her in a heap on the concrete floor. Kneeling beside her he had delivered two sharp slaps to her face. “Come on, superheroine bitch,” he had said. “Get up. We’re not through with you yet.”
Head hanging low, Darcy had staggered to her feet. Her back was raw from the whipping she had received and she was burning with shame. She stood before her master, too beaten to look him in the eye.
“I have a proposal for you, Black Scorpion,” Von Stern had ventured. “You are completely at my mercy. I could have you raped hourly for the rest of your existence, but that is hardly entertaining. Now that you have been exposed you are no longer a threat to me and the video of your degradation should be worth millions. I am a betting man, therefore, I am going to give you a chance to earn your freedom.”
Darcy had raised her head. She could hardly believe was Von Stern was saying. Was he really going to give her a chance to get away?
“There is someone I want you to meet,” Von Stern had continued. He snapped his fingers and the crowd of villains parted as someone pushed through them.
Darcy’s eyes had widened in fear at the figure who now confronted her. He was one of the biggest men she had ever seen, standing close to seven feet tall, and massively built. He stood silently leering at her, his interest in her nude body all too obvious. More to the point, the hulking brute wore little more than she did, being dressed in only a pair of wrestling tights.
“Von Stern had smiled engagingly. “Black Scorpion, I would like you to meet the Grappler. You may have heard of him, he won the 2003 Super Slugfest.”
Darcy had known what Von Stern’s next words would be before he spoke them. Nevertheless, they sent a shudder through her.
“My proposition is simple, Black Scorpion. You defeat the Grappler, you go free. If you lose, then he gets to enjoy you for awhile. By the way, if you refuse I have promised the Grappler exclusive rights to you for the rest of the day.”
Darcy had shaken her head. She was too weak from the beating to fight and her captors knew it. However, Von Stern had one more surprise for her. From his pocket he took a small black case and flipped it open. “This will help,” he had said. “You are in need of a little pick-me-up.”
Darcy had stared stupidly at the syringe inside the case. “A stimulant,” Von Stern had said. “Twice as potent as adrenaline. It should restore some of your strength and speed. Be warned though, that it last for only a short time. Since it is different for each recipient there is no telling how long it will last. I suggest you take out the Grappler quickly.” He had handed her what was left of her costume, including her cowl. “Here,” he had said, “put these on. It will make the contest more interesting. Superheroine against mindless brute.”
Darcy had winced as Von Stern injected her, then she felt a surge of strength as the miracle drug kicked in. She had turned to face her opponent as the crowd of criminals pulled away, forming a ring around them.
The contest had moved in Darcy’s favour at first. The drug more than compensated for the injuries suffered in her brutal ordeal. Her speed and strength restored, she had easily evaded the Grappler’s uncoordinated and clumsy attacks, while scoring frequently against him. However, it soon became obvious why the huge man had won the Super Slugfest; hitting him was like punching a wall. Nothing that she did seemed to hurt him and he proved proficient in protecting the one area where he might have been vulnerable. He kept both his hands low, allowing Darcy to strike his head and torso, but protecting his groin. Still, Darcy’s attacks slowly began to tell. After fifteen minutes both of the Grappler’s eyes had been blackened, his nose was flattened, and his head and face puffed and swollen from the continual battering. Had the contest continued much longer it was almost certain that Darcy would have won.
But then the heroine had felt herself weakening. It was as Von Stern had predicted. The drug was beginning to wear off. Slowly, Darcy felt her strength drain from her. She began to breathe heavily as she tired, gasping for air, and her arms and legs turning to lead.
The Grappler, however, did not slow down. he came on as he had in every contest he had ever won, like a huge unstoppable automaton, absorbing blow after blow. As Darcy tired he finally spoke for the first time. “Now I got you, bitch,” he grinned through bleeding lips. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll bleed for a week.“
Almost exhausted, Darcy did not have the breath to reply. She dodged back as her opponent reached clumsily for her, but stumbled as she did so, falling to one knee. A second later the Grappler seized the front of her costume.
Darcy struck frantically at the monster who held her, her fists hammering at him, but the Grappler flexed his muscles and tore her costume down to her waist. Then still gripping the shredded costume he swung her about in a circle before slamming her to the floor. The impact knocked the breath from her. Darcy lay helpless as the Grappler straddled her, pinning her to the floor with his weight. And then he began to enjoy her.
It took the brutal giant only a few more seconds to strip what was left of Darcy’s costume from her, then he settled between her thighs, spreading her legs while his huge hands griped her breasts. She screamed in pain as he twisted her nipples, applying so much pressure that she was sure he was going to tear her tender buds right off. Frantic with fear, Darcy tried to push him away from her, but most of her strength had left her. While she screamed in pain and moaned in fear the Grappler proceeded to methodically rape her.
He worked her breasts over first, continuing to torment her nipples before shifting his grip to engulf her breasts. “Aaaggh! Please stop,” Darcy begged, but ignoring her pleas for mercy and her cries of pain, the Grappler massaged her breasts until they were black and blue and then he removed his skimpy wrestling briefs.
The Grappler was hung like a stallion. It put to shame every other phallus Darcy had ever seen. “Oh no,” she pleaded. “Please don’t put that thing in me. I’ll be ripped apart!”
The Grappler had laughed. Lifting her from the floor he positioned her over his monumental member and then drove into her. The Grappler did to her what he had boasted that he would. The huge organ impaled her like a fence post, splitting her open and ravaging the soft warmth of her love tunnel. Darcy spread her legs wide in an effort to alleviate the pain, but nothing seemed to lessen the violence and agony of the assault. Grunting in animal pleasure, the Grappler sank his shaft deep within her and then began to ream her heroine-tight vagina with ruthless determination. Darcy screamed herself hoarse, finally lapsing into whimpers as she was subject to the most brutal violation of her heroine career.
A grunt of satisfaction finally signaled the end of Darcy’s ordeal. “Enjoy that, bitch?” the Grappler growled as he lifted his bulk from her. “I did; and there’s plenty more of that still to come.”
Darcy was in too much pain to realize what the Grappler’s last statement meant, but it was brought home to her a few seconds later by Von Stern. “Well done, Grappler. You have provided me with excellent film coverage. She is yours to keep for the night.”
“No!” Darcy thought. She was too exhausted to speak aloud. “I can’t survive that. He’ll kill me.”
The Grappler smiled in pleasure. “She fought well,” he said, almost admiringly. I’ve never been hit so hard. But no one beats the Grappler. Tonight she’s going to pay me back for all the bruises she gave me.”
Darcy struggled feebly as the Grappler gathered her in his arms. Strangely, he held her gently, cradling her like a baby while he walked through Von Stern’s headquarters complex. “Relax, heroine,” the Grappler rumbled as he entered his room. You might as well enjoy it. You’re mine to do what I want with.”
The room was quite well appointed, although Darcy was too terrified to notice at first. The Grappler set her on the king-sized bed. He motioned toward a door next to the bed. “That’s the bathroom. I’ll let you clean up and then we can have some more fun. Make yourself look pretty. I’m looking forward to it.”
Darcy forced herself to walk to the bathroom. It took all of her strength and willpower to do it. As the Grappler had promised, he had raped her until she bled. She was still in severe pain and could barely stand.
She spent a long time in the bathroom, trying to wash away the stain of her humiliation. For almost an hour she simply sat in the shower, letting the warm water beat down on her, but eventually a shouted command form the Grappler forced her to return to the bedroom. “Get in here, bitch. Don’t make me come after you.”
Too frightened to resist, Darcy finished what she had to do and entered the bedroom. The Grappler was sitting on the bed waiting for her. To her surprise she noted that he seemed to have showered as well. He was wearing a white bathrobe that barely covered his huge frame. He patted the bed beside him as she entered.
“Nice room this,” he said as Darcy moved uncertainly toward him. “Separate bathrooms.”
Noticing Darcy’s hesitation he spoke again. “Don’t forget you’re mine, bitch. You might as well cooperate. You’re not strong enough to resist me. Either you give yourself voluntarily or I take you by force.”
“Please,” Darcy said. “Don’t hurt me again. You’re too big.”
The Grappler grinned. “You heroines are all the same. You’re built so tight that even a pencil dick would make you scream.” As he finished speaking the Grappler opened his robe. Darcy saw that his huge phallus was already erect and waiting.
“Please no,” Darcy cried. “Please have mercy.”
The Grappler lay back on the bed, his enormous erection looming like the mast of a ship. “Ride me,” he ordered. “Ride me or I’ll shove this into your tight ass.”
Weeping with fear, but even more afraid to disobey, Darcy maneuvered herself over the Grappler’s huge weapon. His hands went about her waist, guiding her to the correct position and then he pulled her down onto him.
Darcy’s teeth pierced her lower lip as she bit down to keep from shrieking in pain. As before, being raped by the Grappler was an agonizing experience. “Ride me, whore,” the Grappler ordered, gripping her breasts and thrusting into her. Darcy moaned in protest, her raw vagina already so sore that it felt as if the Grappler’s immense organ was wrapped in sandpaper.
The Grappler ignored her attempts to escape, his powerful arms holding her in place while he ravished her. Darcy could only writhe in pain as she was inexorably impaled, her exhaustion and her own body weight working against her, until finally her assailant ejaculated once more, grunting with pleasure as his passion was spent.
Darcy lay beside the panting brute who had just raped her. Indeed, she had no choice; the Grappler enfolded her in his arms, preventing any escape. Beaten, demoralized, and in too much pain to resist Darcy lay quiet, her ravaged body throbbing with pain until sleep overtook her.
Darcy shrieked in agony as the chain saw ripped into her fresh. Blood fountained from her severed arteries as the hideous machine tore open her chest, slicing through her muscles and bone as if it were tissue paper. At the other end of the machine, dressed in a plastic coverall, Von Stern grinned maliciously as he wielded the screaming device. “Now, Black Scorpion,” he rasped. “Now you die.”
Darcy awoke trembling and covered in sweat. The sound of the saw still screamed in her ears. It was almost deafening. Her hands went to her chest, but felt only her quivering breasts. It had just been a dream: a nightmare. But what was that noise?
She was in a darkened room, lying on what felt like a bed. She shifted her body painfully. Every inch of her anatomy burned. Slowly she adjusted to her surroundings. Next to her something large and warm gave off an alarming sound and an equally alarming smell.
The Grappler! It came back to her like being hit in the guts with a hammer. She was lying next to him in the dark, his snoring shaking the walls of the room. Gritting her teeth against the pain she forced herself to move, shifting her body slowly so as not to disturb the sleeping brute next to her.
She eased herself right off the bed. A small glow from under the bathroom door provided dim illumination. The Grappler lay on his back, his powerful chest rising and falling and the buzz saw-like sound issuing from his flapping lips. For a full minute Darcy stood stock still. Battered, violated, and beaten mentally and physically her mind whirled. What should she do? For the first time since being captured she was not confined in a cell or draped in chains.
She took a deep breath. Something deep within her stirred. Once she had been a fierce crimefighter, feared by all villains. She had been – was, the Black Scorpion. She had been raped, beaten, tortured, and dishonored, but she was still a heroine, and heroines did not give up. A few feet away was the sleeping hulk who had most recently raped and degraded her.
A slow rage built within her, but she kept it under control. She was still naked and helpless; too beaten physically to be a match for any but the weakest of the thugs who had violated her. But there was more than one way to fight back. Moving silently she squeezed into the bathroom and removed the top of the toilet tank. It was made of heavy porcelain, just the thing she needed to even up the odds with the Grappler.
On tiptoes she returned to the room and moved toward the bed. The Grappler’s outrageous snoring continued unabated; she doubted that he would have heard a bomb if it went off outside the room. Standing over him she lifted the heavy piece of porcelain. She would have liked to call out to the Grappler just before she struck, but she dared not take the chance. Everything depended on getting this one thing right.
Using all of her strength and weight she brought the top of the tank down. It struck the Grappler right between the eyes with the sound that a hammer makes went it hits a ripe melon. The huge man didn’t even make a sound as the front of his head caved in.
Darcy was glad it was dark. She didn’t want to see what she had done to the Grappler. Just the sound of the heavy porcelain striking his skull had her feeling a little sick. Returning to the bathroom she took a couple of bath towels and tearing a hole in one pulled it over her head, creating a crude serape. She used strips of the other towel to cinch it about her waist. It was a crude and unorthodox costume for a superheroine, but at least she was no longer nude.
Stealthily she crept to the door to the room. Would the hallway be guarded or would Von Stern and the others be confident that she was too beaten to escape from so formidable a foe as the Grappler?
She eased the door open. A quick glance showed her a deserted hallway. On tiptoes she moved down the corridor, ignoring the pain generated by each movement. This was her only chance and she had to succeed. Slowly she headed to the central area where Von Stern had displayed and gang raped her.
She gave no thought to the idea of escape. Escaping would not save her. If the video of her rape and torture got out she was ruined. Only by destroying the evidence could she truly free herself, and in order to do that she had to find the heart of Von Stern’s HQ.
She reached it at last, surprisingly without incident. She passed only a few of Von Stern’s men on guard duty and almost without exception they were playing cards or watching porn flicks. Finally she reached the hall where she had been auctioned off. On the other side of the stage where she had been exhibited and violated was the door to the control room where the film of her ordeal had been made. If she was lucky it would still be there.
Reaching the door, she pushed it open. Inside it was pitch dark, but she dared not risk a light. Then she thought of something. When Von Stern had first stripped her he had piled her utility belt on the side of the stage. With any luck it would still be there. Returning to the stage, she made her way by trial and error to a small table. Her hand closed over her utility belt. With practiced fingers she found what she was seeking and put it on. Suddenly the room she was in was illuminated by a strange green light. She allowed herself a smile. Her night vision lenses worked perfectly.
Returning to the control room it took her only a few minutes to locate what she sought. A few minutes work and she had the computer hard drive in her hand and with it the record of her defeat and unmasking. She hefted the drive hoping that she actually had the complete record of her humiliation. It would be so like Von Stern to have a backup. The problem was she had no idea where he might keep it.
At that moment Darcy’s thoughts on the whereabouts of any backup were rendered somewhat secondary. The door to the room opened and the lights flicked on. Darcy stood stunned as Von Stern entered, followed by Goldhammer, and the grinning figure of Slasher Sims.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Black Scorpion,” Von Stern mocked. “I’ve half a mind to send an email to American Standard reporting you for misusing their product. That was quite a mess you made out of the Grappler. I’m afraid you must be punished.” He raised his hand. In it he held a Taser, its electrodes pointed at her breast.
Darcy’s knees felt weak. She was in no shape to go up against even one of the villains facing her, much less all three. Von Stern’s smug grin told her that he knew he had her at his mercy. More than anything else in the world she wanted to wipe that self-satisfied grin off his face. She acted automatically, her heroine reflexes kicking in. Fueled by rage, she momentarily overcame her weakness. Without thinking she hurled the hard drive with all the strength she could muster at Von Stern’s grinning mug.
The heavy chunk of metal caught him in the mouth, smashing his teeth and gashing his lips. Caught completely off-guard, he had made no effort to duck. With a cry of pain he staggered backward, dropping the Taser, and clutching his hands to his bloody mouth. Rolling forward, Darcy somersaulted across the floor coming up with the Taser in her hand. Automatically she pointed it at the closest of her enemies and pushed the trigger.
Goldhammer screamed as 150,000 volts jolted through his gold armour. Sparks flew from the top of the metal suit, and then he seemed to literally explode.
Sims died as a chunk of metal ripped through his head. Von Stern was blasted across the room, hammering into the wall with enough force to knock him unconscious. Goldhammer’s smoldering body lay in the centre of the room. Unsteadily, Darcy got to her feet. She looked down at the body of the dead villain. “You’d think after last time that he would have taken some measures to protect himself against that,” Darcy thought. He mind seemed quite detached from what was going on. Calmly she retrieved the hard drive and left the room, ignoring the flames that were now shooting up from Goldhammer’s smoldering corpse.
Darcy walked slowly through Von stern’s headquarters. Behind her thick smoke poured from the control room, but she was too spent to move any faster. Her brief flurry of activity had finished her off physically. Strangely enough no one tried to stop her as she strolled coolly through the building. By this time the members of Von Stern’s gang that were awake were running frantically through the building trying to wake up the rest of their companions. In some cases they were successful, but in others not. Many, drunk or under the influence of various recreational drugs, did not wake up. None of these things mattered to the exhausted Darcy. She simply plodded on until she reached the outer doors and then walked out into the parking lot.
Darcy’s eyes widened in surprise. Just ahead of her was the Scorpionmobile. Von Stern must have found it and brought it into his parking enclosure. Fortunately, she had brought her utility belt with her. A touch on what appeared to be an ornamental stud and the car’s doors clicked as the door locks released. Darcy slipped behind the wheel and put the car in gear. With a surge of power she roared from the parking compound and into the night.
“Ridiculous,” the Police Commissioner snorted as he used the remote control to turn off the television set.
“Nothing to it then?” his assistant asked.
“Just the usual media nonsense. Some thug gets picked up and tries to buy some slack by making unsubstantiated accusations.”
“But what about this police detective? She was missing for several days.”
“Yes – missing long enough to be subjected to some rather brutal treatment from what I have learned.” The Commissioner shuffled through some papers.
“According to the report,” he continued, “She came across a bunch of thugs in the act of committing a crime. It turned out to be an ambush. She was taken prisoner and held for several days. Apparently they had some fun with her, dressing her up like a superheroine and playing out some fantasies.”
“I see,” the assistant replied. “And the Black Scorpion was the superheroine in question?”
“Apparently,” the Commissioner answered. “But take it from me. There is no way that the real Black Scorpion would ever be captured by the bunch of idiots we picked up.”
“No, I guess not,” the assistant agreed. He laughed. “Ha ha, they even burned down their own hideout.”
Darcy watched the evening news from her hospital bed. She would have preferred not to be there, but she had to play the role of the psychologically devastated female victim in order to protect her identity. She had managed to convince the Police Chief and the Commissioner that she and not the Black Scorpion had been captured. So far as she knew there were no reliable witnesses. The fire that had destroyed Von Stern’s hideout had taken the lives of many of the senior criminals who had witnessed her defeat and humiliation. Von Stern was dead, along with Goldhammer, Slasher Sims and many others. The remaining criminals were mostly low-ranking thugs who had a dubious reputation for telling the truth. In any case moat of them pretended they knew nothing about what had gone on. What criminal in his right mind would admit to kidnapping, raping, and torturing a member of the police force? Her identity was safe for now.
With a sigh she leaned back into the pillows. With a flick of the remote she turned off the TV. Closing her eyes she let herself sleep, secure in the knowledge that the Black Scorpion would return.
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