The Adventures of
the Jade Dragon
Episode
10
The Jade Dragon’s Defeat
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Chapter
6
Wang Shang yi’s Revenge
“How many
dead?” The Master
Assassin’s voice was emotionless, but Li Chao
knew his master well enough to detect the faintest trace of
incredulity.
“Five are dead, master and two more are
missing. It can only be supposed
they too were killed.” Li
Chao did not have to
elaborate. It went without saying
that no member of the assassin’s guild would allow himself to be taken
alive.
“Who could do such a thing?” Wang Shang yi
asked. This time there was an
undoubted hint of disbelief in his voice.
“Can a few women really be so
dangerous?”
Li Chao did not
answer. This was not the time
to repeat to his master Zhuang Zhijian’s
warning. The crimelord had made
it very clear that the heroines of
Wang Shang yi was
silent. His face shrouded with
his assassin’s dark cowl, Li Chao could not
read his features, but he was familiar with this aspect of his master’s
personality. The Master Assassin
would speak when he had thought things
through. He waited patiently
until his master turned.
“I do not think the missing assassins are dead,”
Wang said at last. “And
that means the heroines that captured them almost certainly know where we
are.” He chuckled slightly,
but the sound was completely mirthless.
“We must prepare a welcome for
them. One that they will not
escape.”
Li Chao
nodded. “It shall be as
you say, master. I shall prepare
the men.”
“Just one thing,” Wang
cautioned. “Make sure that
they are all taken alive. When
we take them I want their deaths to serve as an example of what happens to
those who dare to fight me.”
The three heroines lay flat of their bellies, peering
between a gap in the safety rail of a ten-story building overlooking the
southwest industrial area of
The Scarlet Falcon motioned with her
head. “That should be it,”
she whispered, nodding toward a particularly run down
structure.
“It better be,” Solange growled, “or a
couple of assassins are going to very sorry.”
Melissa glanced at
Solange. She had never expected
her daughter to display this level of
ferocity. It was not something
of which she disapproved. Perhaps
her daughter would make a decent heroine after
all. Her actions against the
assassins had been most impressive, and although she had said nothing she
could not have been more proud. She
turned her attention back to the building, Solange was talking
again.
“According to the assassins we captured there are
several ways into the building, all of which are
guarded. However, we don’t
have much choice. We have to
find a way in.”
Melissa studied the nondescript industrial
building. It certainly did not
look like the headquarters of the one of the most dangerous and ruthless
criminal organizations in existence.
However, she knew better than to simply rush
in. She and her companions had
been trapped too often by clever ambushes to simply wade in without checking
things out. There was no point
in attempting a rescue only to become a prisoner
herself. Unfortunately, it was
very likely that the villains who had Sun Lin and Huan Yue in their clutches
would be expecting a rescue and would be hoping to add to their heroine
collection. She and her companions
would have to be very careful.
“Any ideas?” she
asked. She was looking at Suzi,
the most experienced of the heroines although one not blessed with any special
skills other than her athletic ability and keen
intelligence.
Of all the heroines of Metro City, Suzi Kendall, who
called herself the Scarlet Falcon, was the least qualified to call herself
a superheroine. She possessed
no special abilities and was trained only in basic skills of self
defense. This was not due to
a lack of effort on her part. Suzi
probably trained harder than any other heroine, but she had not had the
opportunity to receive the sort of training that heroines like the Jade Dragon
and Melissa had received. What
she did have, however, was a dedication that equaled that of any of
“We need a distraction,” the crimson-clad heroine
answered without hesitation.
“We can’t afford to waste any more
time. There is no telling what
Larson might have done to Sun Lin and Huan Yue by
now. He has had them in his grasp
for at least a day, and if the head of the Assassin’s Guild has joined
up with him we can expect that their lives are probably in even greater
danger.”
“What do you propose?” Solange
asked.
“Just this,” Suzi
answered. “You and
Solange…”
Whhooomp!
The
concussion from the explosion shook the building and blew out all of the
remaining windows on its west side.
Li Chao leapt to his feet, more startled
than afraid, and dashed to the window.
“Get down, fool,” the Master Assassin
commanded. “Do you not see
that it is no more than a ploy to get us to reveal our
position?” He stood calmly
in the centre of the room, his dark eyes glittering
dangerously.
Chastened, Li Chao moved back
from the window and stood awaiting
orders.
“Check the position of the
men. Make sure that not have
been lured from their positions,” Wang
ordered. “Tell them not
to act until I give the word.”
Li Chao nodded his understanding,
and moved to do his mater’s bidding, but at that moment one of the junior
assassins rushed into the room.
“Master,” he exclaimed, as he
bowed. “See what
comes.”
Wang crossed the room and stood to one side of the
window. From his vantage point
he had a clear view of the street, except, at that moment he could see nothing
of the street at all. Instead
a strange green cloud rolled slowly toward the building obscuring everything
it covered. Although outwardly
calm, he cursed to himself. A
hundred heroines could be hidden in that
cloud. “Li
Chao,” he
called. “Ignore that
order. Get five men down to the
main floor and watch the doors and
windows.”
He cursed silently
again. The heroines were more
resourceful than he had thought they would
be. He had expected a distraction,
but not something so spectacular that he could not afford to ignore
it. It meant having to spread
his men more thinly than he would have
liked. However, he did have a
backup plan. Quickly he hurried
toward the lower floors of the building.
If any heroine did gain entry he planned a rude
welcome.
Suzi crept forward through the cloud of green
gas. It had taken her considerable
experimentation to get the formula just
right. The cloud was thick enough
that it would act as a screen without asphyxiating the person hiding in
it. It also was quite transparent
to anyone wearing the special goggles she had
on. She had no problem making
her way to the main door of the building.
Reaching into her utility belt she took out a small grenade
and tacked it onto the door.
Depressing the timer she ran down the length of the building, jamming
a grenade into the wooden frame of each window; then she turned and ran like
hell.
A series of resounding blasts sounded as she dashed back
into the green cloud, but she did not stop moving, heading instead toward
the windowless side of the building.
Reaching the halfway point of the building she took a small device
from her belt and opened it. It
folded out into a small crossbow, the quarrel of which was tipped with a
hook. Aiming it above her head
she pulled the trigger and launched the tiny device toward the
roof.
She gave a sharp tug on the trailing line of spider silk
as the quarrel reached its apex, forcing the hook down and into the
roof. She tightened the line,
checking to make sure the tiny hook had caught and then using the small winch
on her utility belt began to pull herself up the side of the building.
Melissa and Solange might be able to get to the top without
artificial help, but she couldn’t.
Although in tremendous physical condition Suzi did not have the athletic
ability to scale the sheer side of a
building. But she did have the
intelligence to manufacture devices that could help her get where she wanted
to be.
Using her feet to brace herself against the building,
she winched her way toward the top, walking up the side of the
building. Reaching the top, she
cautiously edged her way over the edge, but she needn’t have
worried. Several bodies littered
the roof and Melissa and Solange walked toward
her.
“Your distraction worked like a charm,”
Solange burbled. “All of
the rooftop guards were watching that green
cloud.” The young heroine
seemed quite impressed with Suzi’s
handiwork.
Suzi smiled
back. She knew a little about
Solange’s extracurricular activities from a few comments Melissa had
made in private conversation, but she saw no reason to hold that against
her. The girl was entitled to
her private life provided it did not interfere with her crimefighting activities,
but she was certainly not like her
mother. Melissa was ferocious
in her hatred of the criminal element and was probably the most ruthless
of all of
However, Suzi had no time to consider the
mother-daughter conflict between Melissa and
Solange. Sun Lin and her daughter
were at the mercy of
She took out several other explosive devices from
her belt. They were compact and
especially chosen for this mission.
She placed them at several points around the roof and pressed a timer
on each one. Solange and Melissa
watched with interest. Neither
heroine used firearms and they found Suzi’s seemingly endless arsenal
fascinating.
“All right,” Suzi said as she placed
the last device. “Now we
run like hell.”
The blonde heroine led the retreat to the edge
of the roof where she dropped to her
belly. The charges were designed
to direct their explosive power in a downward direction and it should have
been safe enough to remain closer to them, but Suzi had learned from experience
that it was best to take no chances when dealing with
explosives. Melissa and Solange
plopped themselves down beside her and they
waited. A few seconds later there
were five quick thumps in succession as the shaped charges did their
work. Leaping to their feet the
three heroines raced to the closest hole.
“Which one?” Solange asked, staring
into the still smoking hole in the roof of the
building.
“This one will do,” Suzi
answered. “It looks like
it opens on an upper floor.”
Melissa and Solange immediately dropped into the
hole. Suzi followed a bit more
cautiously, well aware of the fact that she did not have the ability to drop
the twenty feet to the floor without risking a broken
leg. She swung herself into the
hole, caught hold of the edge with her hands and then dropped the remaining
distance to the floor. She landed
lightly, letting her legs absorb the shock, and then moved to join her
companions.
The three heroines wasted no
time. They saw that they were
on an upper level room of the warehouse, but they knew that the five explosions
would have the criminals they hoped to outfox running toward
them. It was the reason why Suzi
had set off five explosives. Four
would act as distractions and perhaps disperse their
adversaries. If they could take
on their enemies in small groups rather than all at once their chance of
rescuing Sun Lin and Huan Yue would be improved
immeasurably. They were also
counting on the fact that the explosions would add an element of fear to
their attack. It never hurt to
face a somewhat apprehensive enemy.
“Let’s go,” Suzi
said. As the three heroines headed
in what they hoped was the right direction she added one more comment to
herself. “Let’s hope
we’re in time.”
Wang kept his composure as his lair was
assaulted. He had never imagined
that going up against a few women would be so
confusing. He was not
afraid. The fear that he might
be defeated had never entered his mind, but he had to admit that fighting
the heroines of
“Check the disturbances on the roof, but
make no effort to stop the heroines.
I suspect another ruse. The
heroines think to confuse us, but we will not fall for their
distractions.”
As Li Chao ran to carry
out his orders, Wang headed to the lower floor of the
building. Deep in the subbasement
he gathered his men about him.
Somehow he suspected that in spite of the depth of the building’s
security the heroines would not be
daunted. They had already surprised
him by their daring actions, but if they managed to make it to the lower
levels he had a final defense prepared that would turn the
tables. The heroines might have
taken advantage of his over confidence, but in the end he would
win. “Let them have the
small victories,” he muttered.
“It doesn’t matter how many battles they win, only who wins
the last one.”
He surveyed his surroundings, noting that everything
seemed to be in place and then motioning for his men to move to their appointed
places, sank to the lotus position and
waited.
“I don’t like this,” Suzi
said. “We’ve encountered
only minimal opposition. I expected
the building to be much more heavily guarded and we were not exactly quiet
when we broke in.”
The three heroines were standing at the beginning
of a long concrete corridor in what appeared to be the lowest level of the
warehouse. Although it seemed
deserted the dimly lit corridor had reeked of
danger.
“Yes,” Melissa
agreed. So far we’ve only
encountered the guards on the roof.
“I’m beginning to think the assassins Solange questioned
may have given her false information.”
“I don’t think so,” Solange
bristled. “No man would
take a chance on losing his …”
“I think we have to make a decision,”
Suzi interrupted. “Do we
go on or get out of here while we still have a
chance?”
“If Sun Lin and Huan Yue are prisoners of
the assassins,” Melissa said, “it means leaving them to their
fate. Can we take the
chance?” She looked at
Solange. The girl had already
experienced a brutal ordeal at the hands of an escaped
demon. She really did not want
to place her in that sort of danger again.
“We go on,” Solange
said. “Isn’t this what
is being a heroine is all about?”
Suzi and Melissa nodded
slowly. “Alright,”
the former replied. “But
let’s not take any more chances than we have
to.” She took out a small
electronic device and aimed it down the
corridor.
“This is very strange,” she
commented. “The room at
the end of the corridor seems to be occupied, but the thermal reading is
not strong for there to be more than one person.”
The three heroines looked at one
another. Melissa and Solange
were especially affected by the situation, their finely tuned senses screaming
danger as they peered down the tunnel-like
corridor. Finally Melissa
moved. “Let’s
go. We may as well find out what
this is all about.”
Together the three heroines walked the length
of the hallway, Suzi studying her instruments and Melissa and Solange straining
very sense as they ventured into what they were sure was almost certain
danger.
The Master Assassin’s eyes were mere slits
as the three heroines entered the room, but he had no trouble seeing them
in perfect detail. At last three
more of the heroines he had been hired to destroy presented themselves to
him.
His first impression of two of them was one of
definite menace. They were shrouded
from head to foot in a shiny black fabric that revealed every exquisite curve
of their shapely bodies. The
other heroine was dressed in a brilliant red outfit that clung to her body
like a second skin. They were
all very tall. If he had been
standing to receive them each woman would have topped him by more than a
head.
A quick survey of the two black-clad women revealed
that one of them was the heroine calling herself “Scorpion,” as
was signified by the small red scorpion emblem emblazoned over her left
breast. The other wore no symbol,
but was so like Scorpion in physique that the two could have been
twins. Jutting over the left
shoulders of each heroine was the hilt of a
sword.
The woman in red was armed quite
differently. Around her slender
waist was belted a yellow utility belt mounting what appeared to be two
firearms. Of the three she was
the only one with a hint of colour in her costume, but like the other two
she was very tall, and if her costume told the truth, incredibly
voluptuous. Beneath his mask
the Master Assassin smiled slightly.
With any luck in a very short time he would have to chance to find
out for himself. First, however,
he needed to draw them in just a few more
steps. He got slowly to his feet
and stood with his hands tucked inside his robe.
The heroine he had identified as Scorpion took
two steps toward him, drawing her sword as she did
so. The others lagged a step
or two behind. They were still
not close enough; very well, he would lure them into his
trap. With a flick of his wrists
he withdrew his hands from the sleeves of his robe revealing the two long
blades he had concealed there.
“Give up.
“You have no chance.”
To Wang’s surprise the heroine spoke to him in his own
language. So it was
true. The heroine known as Scorpion
had been trained as a member of the Assassins’
Guild. He had thought the story
merely a myth, but the dialect she was speaking was unique to the region
of
“I doubt that any of you can challenge me,”
Wang returned. “Try me if
you wish to die.”
“Come on,” he
thought. “Just five more
steps and I will have you.”
He moved into a crouch as if in preparation for an
attack. Unfortunately the heroine
dressed in red did not have the patience for his
game. She said something in her
language that he did not understand and drew both of her
sidearms. Now that was a language
he did speak. Quickly he took
two steps backward, bringing up his blades in a quick defensive
motion. At that precise moment,
however, Scorpion said something that made the other heroine
hesitate.
Wang didn’t know why Scorpion had prevented
the other heroine from shooting him, and he no longer
cared. The delay had accomplished
its purpose; all three of the heroines were now where he wanted them to
be. Stepping back one more time
he kicked a concealed lever with his heel and watched his trap
spring.
“Don’t shoot,” Melissa called out
as Suzi leveled her pistols.
“He knows where Jade is.
I can take him alive.”
Reluctantly Suzi lowered her deadly
firearms. They were of her own
design and were like no other pistols anywhere on the face of the
planet. She had designed them
to pierce the armour of Ivan Retinoff’s giant robot and they were capable
of blowing a hole through several inches of
steel. However, she knew Melissa
was right. If this was the Master
Assassin then he would be of more value alive that riddled with
projectiles. And if Melissa wanted
him alive then she could definitely help in that as
well.
Holstering her weapons, she took a light wire
out of her utility belt. Attached
to the ends of the wire were small
weights. Whirling the wire around
her head she followed Melissa and Solange into battle as they converged on
the Master Assassin. And then
the ground dropped out from underneath her.
Solange and Melissa might have saved themselves
from the trap that opened beneath them, but as they leapt back from the pit
opening at their feet they crashed into
Suzi. Together the trio dropped
into the black hole, a cry of surprise and dismay coming from Suzi’s
lips.
They hit the bottom with a
splash. Expecting a solid surface
the heroines were unprepared to hit
water. Very cold
water. Melissa gasped as she
submerged beneath the icy surface and Solange let out a cry that had her
taking in a mouthful of water.
Fortunately she caught her breath before filling her
lungs. Suzi, after her surprised
outburst, was the best prepared.
She had expected to have the breath knocked out of her by the fall
and was holding her breath. As
a result only the shock of the cold water surprised her and she quickly fought
her way to the surface. Her head
broke water just in time to see the trapdoor that had released beneath them
creak back into place leaving her in total
darkness.
“Scorp, Solange, are you alright?” Suzi
gasped. Her feet were moving
like windmills as the weight of her equipment tried to drag her
down. She realized that she would
have to get rid of her heavy boots and utility belt before she became
exhausted.
To her considerable relief Melissa and Solange
answered from the darkness, Suzi could feel the chill water sapping her strength
and knew that even with their enhanced Stamina her companions would soon
be in as much trouble as she was.
She dug into her utility belt and took out two items before releasing
the catch and allowing it to sink.
Taking out the first item she triggered a switch and immediately flooded
the watery trap with light.
“Geez that’s bright!” Solange
exclaimed, involuntarily throwing up her hand to shield her
eyes.
“Sorry,” Suzi said, “but I thought
it might help to see where we are.”
She looked around her. The
situation was not particularly hopeful.
They were in a dark water-filled chamber measuring about five feet
wide, fifteen feet long, and extending over their heads for another ten
feet. The walls were completely
smooth and without the slightest hint of any
opening. Suzi could not help
realizing how easy it would be for the Master Assassin to continue flooding
the chamber until she and her companions were
drowned.
However, she realized
that he did not even have to do that.
All he had to do was wait until the chill water sapped their strength
and they would drown right where they were.
Solange suddenly disappeared, her heels kicking
as she upended herself and dove beneath the
surface. She emerged just a few
seconds later, shaking water from her
eyes. “It’s only about
eight feet deep,” she said.
“Deep enough, unfortunately,” he mother
commented. She turned her head
toward Suzi. “You wouldn’t
happen to have a ladder or stool in that utility belt by any
chance?”
Suzi allowed herself a smile at Melissa’s
attempt at humour. “No she
returned, “but I have these.
They might help to keep us alive a little
longer.” She held out her
hand, displaying the other items she had taken from her utility
belt.
“They’re energy tablets,” she
explained. “It’s something
I haven’t quite perfected as yet.
I was looking for something to give me temporary superheroine powers
and this is as far as I got. They
should give you an energy burst when you’re getting
tired.” She held out the
tablets, wishing that she had more than a handful to
offer.
Melissa took four and immediately handed off two
of them to Solange. It left Suzi
with four. “You keep
those,” Melissa said.
“You probably need them more than Solange and
me.”
Suzi took no offense at the
statement. Melissa was not bragging,
simply stating the obvious. Suzi
was the most likely of the three trapped heroines to tire
first. She nodded her acceptance
and continued to move her feet to keep afloat, but already she could feel
the energy draining from her body as the frigid water sucked her life from
her. Quickly she gulped down
one of the pills.
The surge of energy revived her, spreading healing
warmth throughout her body, but she knew that the effect would not last
long. She had only been in the
cold water for about five minutes and already she was succumbing to its deadly
effects.
The effects of the energy tablet gave her another
five minutes before the numbing influence of the water once again threatened
to leave her helpless. As she
swallowed her second tablet she noticed Solange taking the first of
hers. So far Melissa seemed to
be enduring without the help of any artificial stimulant, but a few minutes
later the powerful heroine raised her hand to her
mouth.
Suzi made a quick
estimate. In a half hour at best
all of the energy tablets would be used
up. Then one by one each of the
heroines would succumb to the frigid
water. What was the Master Assassin
playing at? Did he really wish
all of them to drown in this cold dark
tomb? She couldn’t believe
that he would simply ignore them.
Her light revealed no spyhole that she could see, but she was certain
that someone was watching them. No
villain would be able to resist gloating as his trapped victims died one
by one or even more likely became so weak that they could not prevent him
from doing something even worse to them.
The question was what kind of villain was the Master
assassin. Would he be content
to see them struggle helplessly and then watch them drown one by one, or
did he have something else planned for
them? Something that would perhaps
make them wish that they had drowned.
They was only one way to find out and that was to
wait.
The time came when Suzi had long since popped
her last energy tablet. Her entire
body was numb from the cold and her movements were becoming
sluggish. It was obvious even
to her befogged brain that she could not last much
longer. Solange seemed in similar
straits. The girl’s movements
were less coordinated and more frantic.
As she watched Solange’s movements slow, Suzi felt a drowsiness
sweep over her. She no longer
felt quite so cold, but instead seemed to be warming
up. It was time to stop struggling,
to close her eyes and go to …
Slap!
The blow rocked her head back.
“Keep fighting, Suzi,” Melissa
commanded. “Don’t give
up. Close your eyes and you’ll
drown.”
Breathing hard,
Suzi resumed her seemingly endless battle to survive, but her renewed efforts
lasted only a brief time. She
was overwhelmingly tired and no matter how hard she tried to keep her legs
pumping she just couldn’t keep up the
effort. “I’m sorry,
Scorp,” she whispered and then she closed her eyes and let her body
sink into the imagined warmth of hypothermia.
Melissa wrapped
her arm around Suzi’s neck as the scarlet-clad heroine’s eyes closed
and she began to sink. However,
she knew her efforts couldn’t last much
longer. Solange was very close
to the same condition Suzi was in, and within a minute or so she would be
supporting both her friend and her
daughter. Even at that, she could
only keep them from drowning. The
chill water would still suck the life out of them even if she miraculously
managed to keep them both from drowning.
Despairingly she tired to think of some desperate plan that might
save their lives.
That plan never
came. Instead Melissa detected
a change in the water. There
was now a definite current. It
took her dulled mind a few seconds to realize that it was caused by the water
beginning to drain from the chamber.
She didn’t know whether she should welcome that change or fear
it. It could only mean that the
Master Assassin had got tired of his sadistic little game and now had other
plans for them. Unfortunately,
Melissa realized that she was now far too weak to put up any sort of fight
against either the Master or any of his
men.
She looked at
Solange. Her daughter was still
gamely struggling to keep her head above water, but it was obvious that she
could not have lasted longer than another minute or
so. Only Melissa’s incredible
conditioning and the ability to harness all of her energy had kept her from
a similar state of exhaustion, but her efforts to save Suzi had left her
drained. She could hardly have
lasted another minute herself.
With a loud gurgle the last of the water drained
from the chamber. Melissa flopped
like a fish on the wet surface, so cold and exhausted that she could not
stand. Beside her Solange lay
like a dead woman and Suzi no longer seemed to be
breathing.
A door creaked open and several men piled into
the cell. They way they moved
seemed to indicate that they were aware that it was necessary the semiconscious
heroines get help as quickly as possible.
But it was hardly the sort of help that Melissa was hoping
for.
“Cold?” the Master Assassin asked
sneeringly. “Well, I have
a way to warm you up. One I do
not think you will forget.”
Melissa was too exhausted to
reply. Her body shivered
uncontrollably as she was dragged from the chamber where she and her friends
had almost drowned. She was aware
enough to note that they were in a concrete-walled room with a high ceiling
that was supported by heavy wooden beams.
There was a row of cupboards along one wall and several heavy wooden
tables scattered about the room. It
was toward these tables that her “rescuers” were dragging her and
her companions.
Melissa could only resist feebly as her wet costume
was unzipped and stripped from her body.
Four men held her limbs as she was pinned face-up to the surface of
the table, but they were really not
needed. She could not keep her
chilled body from shaking, nevertheless the men held her as the Master Assassin
bent over her. He touched the
scarred tissue between her breasts.
“So it is true,” he
said. “You were trained
as an assassin. I wonder what
perverse set of circumstances led to you becoming a heroine in
He turned to one of the men standing beside
him. Melissa noted that not all
the men present were assassins.
Although the four holding her appeared to be Chinese they were huge,
each one standing almost seven feet tall.
Each of them was stripped to the waist revealing a powerfully muscled
torso. Their heads were shaved
except for a topknot that was braided and hung to their shoulder
blades.
The Master Assassin took a metal flask from one
of the giants and held it to her lips.
Melissa tried to keep her mouth closed but he forced it between her
teeth and poured a fiery liquid down her
throat. The burning substance
took her breath away, but it also sent a wave of heat through her
body. As she gasped for breath
the Master Assassin handed the flask back to his assistant and instructed
the man to deal with the other heroines.
“Now I will finish the task of restoring
you to life,” the Master Assassin
said. There was no missing his
meaning as he began to loosen the ties holding up the loose-fitting trousers
he wore. “I will let my
men attend to your companions, but you I will deal with
personally.”
Partially restored by the fiery fluid, Melissa
tried to escape from the grip of the men holding her, but they seemed to
be expecting it and applying their considerable strength they easily held
her in place. As she struggled
Melissa could hear Suzi and Solange cough as the burning restorative was
forced down their throats.
The Master Assassin was now between her thighs,
his erect phallus pressed against the lips of her
vulva. Melissa gritted her teeth
in rage and then bit back a moan as he entered
her. “You bastard,”
she gasped. “What did you
make me drink?”
“A little potion given to me by your greatest
enemy,” the Master Assassin grunted as he thrust hard into
her. “I am told that it
has certain erotic qualities.”
“No,” Melissa
gasped. “You can’t
do this.” Her loins burned
with such intensity she feared she would scream in desire each time the Master
Assassin penetrated her. Within
a very short time the chills that had racked her body were forgotten and
she struggled in the throes of passion, her chest
heaving.
Wang
grinned at his beautiful and helpless victim as he plundered her magnificent
body. She twisted painfully as
the powerful aphrodisiac coursed through her veins forcing her to respond
to his violation of her body in spite of her iron
will. Sweat beaded her velvet
skin, and her perfect rounded breasts quivered each time he thrust into
her. Her dark hair, no longer
bound in its tight queue, flew up with the vigor of his
attack. Her head was thrown back;
her mouth partially open. Her
upper chest was flushed with passion and her pink nipples were taut with
desire. It was only a matter
of time before she succumbed.
She began to moan
softy. Then through gritted teeth
she cursed him. “You filthy
bastard. I’ll see you dead
for this.” Then she cried
out as an involuntary orgasm tightened her
vagina.
“It might almost be worth it,” the Master
Assassin gasped in return. Her
vaginal muscles gripped his phallus like a vise, giving him more pleasure
than he could have imagined. He
bowed his head and took her left nipple between his teeth, worrying it
gently. The action brought another
fevered cry and she arched her body into him, whimpering with
passion.
Shame swept over Melissa as her body betrayed
her. Even though she knew her
reaction was not one of choice she felt acute humiliation as she responded
in violent passion especially at is was witnessed by the half dozen men around
her. Then a loud cry drove all
thoughts of her own violation from her mind.
It was Solange, but it didn’t
sound as if she was in any pain.
Solange was barely aware of her surrounding as
she was carried from the chamber.
She sensed that she was being carried by several men but little else
until she was slammed down on the table and her mouth forced open.
She almost choked as a burning
fluid was poured down her throat and then gasped in pain as a searing warmth
surged through her veins. The
pain was so severe that she almost screamed, regaining control of herself
just in time. And then the pain
was replaced by an altogether different
sensation.
She had never experienced so erotic a
feeling. Without thinking she
tried to spread her legs and arched her body upwards as in sexual
anticipation. Then she realized
that she was being held by four of the biggest men she had ever
seen. “What…”
She gasped. “What did you
do to me?”
The leering Chinese thug that had poured the
concoction down her throat did not
answer. Instead he gave her a
leering grin and began to remove her
costume. Solange was no longer
cold. In fact she was now so
warm that she would have welcomed a cold
bath. Sweat glistened on her
straining body as her costume was stripped off revealing her slender but
powerful body.
Like her mother, Solange was very tall, standing
almost a full six feet, but she was not as fully
developed. Late to mature, she
had resembled a beanpole at age sixteen; but two years of development had
resulted in a body that was more than desirable, from her pink-tipped breasts,
to her narrow waist, flaring hips and long, powerful
legs. The men that held her touched
her everywhere they could reach as her costume was
removed.
She panicked, struggling frantically even as the
powerful aphrodisiac coursed through her
veins. But she was helpless as
her legs were pulled apart and the huge oriental thrust into
her. To her shame her vagina
received him willingly, but she screamed anyway as the horror of her dilemma
swept over her. Then she went
silent doing everything in her power to deny herself the pleasure that her
body demanded.
But she could not hold out
forever. She felt the passion
building within her like water rising behind a
dam. As the man raping her squeezed
her breasts she cried out in erotic ecstasy, her womb convulsing and her
vaginal canal contacting with an intensity she had never experienced with
any of the men she had taken as lovers.
Humiliated, she continued to moan as the man ejaculated into her and
was then replaced by one of his comrades.
As few feet away she could hear the hoarse gasps of her
mother. She didn’t have
to look to interpret the sounds of frenzied sexual
activity. Both she and her mother
had been forced into false sexual
arousal. It was a
superheroine’s worst nightmare.
“Not this one,” the Master Assassin
said as he stood over the unconscious form of the Scarlet
Falcon. She was still alive,
just barely, but it was this woman who had caused so much damage to his hideout,
and he wanted her awakening to be painful rather than
pleasurable.
Her costume had been stripped off revealing her
spectacular body. In strong contrast
to the other heroines she was a golden blonde, her hair shimmering even in
the dim lights of the subbasement room.
The Master Assassin took a deep
breath. Her body was perfection
itself, her large rounded breasts rising and falling with each shallow
breath. He could not help running
his fingertips over one pink nipple.
“Revive her,” he
ordered. “And do it
painfully. Save the love drug
for later.”
As if it was an afterthought he
added. “Bring the other
two heroines over here. Gag them,
but make sure that they watch.”
Suzi coughed as a fiery liquid was poured down
her throat. She recognized the
taste as a rather low grade of brandy, but it brought her back to
life. She was so cold that she
shivered like a leaf in a strong gale, and so confused that for a few seconds
she was not aware of her surroundings.
She woke up in a hurry when her
eyes focused on the hulking forms around
her. She tried to move, but her
chilled body failed to respond. Not
even the sudden terror that gripped her could force her to move so much as
a finger, and when she tried to speak her teeth chattered so badly she could
not make a coherent sound.
“So, you must be the one who calls herself
the Scarlet Falcon. You have
made quite a nuisance of yourself and my master’s client had you high
on his list as one of those he wished
removed. He will be most pleased
when he is told that we have you.”
The man who spoke was someone different from the
man who had faced them down in the room with the
trapdoor. He spoke English with
a strong Chinese accent, but was easily
understandable. Like the man
who had taunted them, his face was hidden behind a scarf that shrouded all
of his face except his eyes.
Suzi moved her eyes a little farther and saw the
man who had led them into the trap.
He was standing with his hands in his sleeves, the same position he
had adopted when he had confronted her and her
companions. He said something
in his own language and the wall of men parted to allow someone
through.
Melissa and Solange were marched through the
opening. Both women had been
stripped and looked as if they had been running hard; their skin was flushed
and bathed with sweat, and their chests were heaving from
exertion. A look at their faces
told her all she needed to know about what sort of “exercise” they
had been forced into. And then
Suzi understood. Like most of
the heroines in
Each woman was almost identically bound with their
arms tied behind her back. Heavy
ropes were wound around their arms, crossing their bodies above and below
their naked breasts. An especially
thick length of cord had been forced into their mouths and tied so tightly
that their lips were forced back resulting in an expression that looked like
a grimace. They appeared to be
completely beaten; a condition that Suzi found far more depressing than anything
else.
“Your companions have been getting
‘acquainted’ with the master’s henchmen,” the man who
had spoken before said. “Now,
however, it will be their pleasure to watch while you are welcomed to the
lair of the Assassins.”
Suzi closed her
eyes. She was close to going
into a cold-induced torpor. She
was aware of everything the man had said, but she could not stop her body
from reacting to its chilled state.
Someone said something sharply in Chinese and
a second later she felt pairs of hands jerk her upright and lift her from
the table. The naked light bulbs
danced above her as she was carried face up across the
room.
She was slammed down on something hard, her back
arched across it. It took her
a few seconds to realize that she had been bent over backward a heavy wooden
beam. Held by four men, and still
in a hypothermic state she could offer little resistance as her arms were
pulled behind her and bound to her
ankles. Even in her befuddled
state she knew what was going to happen next, but the cold had completely
sapped her ability to resist even in so small a way as opening her mouth
to protest. She made no sound
other than a tiny grunt as the first of her captors thrust into
her.
She was surprised at how much it
hurt. Apparently there was at
least one part of her body that was not
numb. She let out a grunt of
pain as she was penetrated. She
was being brutally raped by a man the size of a house and she was too numb
to move.
That condition didn’t last long,
however. She was soon breathing
hard, her body warming as the giant oriental pounded into
her. By the time the man finished
with her, droplets of sweat dotted her body and then it was the next man’s
turn.
A few feet away, Solange and Melissa watched through
eyes filled with anguish. Their
loins throbbing from the brutal treatment they had been
dealt. Being forced to watch
Suzi’s brutalization, however, was almost as bad as having it done to
them. Even worse, the aphrodisiac
they had been forced to swallow actually made the spectacle of Suzi’s
rape arousing. Both women were
breathing almost as hard as the helpless heroine as man after man took
her. Shame added to their
consternation and sense of defeat.
How could they be stimulated by the brutal violation of one of their
companions? They wanted to look
away, but the sexual lure of the spectacle in front of them made that
impossible.
Compounding their anguish was the depressing fact
that they had failed miserably in their
mission. They had sought to find
and rescue Sun Lin and Huan Yue.
Instead they had become the playthings of the men they had sought
to defeat and now faced a future that was likely filled with horror and
brutality. As they watched
Suzi’s glorious body twist as still another man raped her each woman
was overcome by a terrible sense of
foreboding. Who would come to
their rescue?
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