Kyla Smith, also known as the Blue Avenger,
changed into her blue and purple costume.
The series of misadventures that had befallen the Jade Dragon and
the Scarlet Falcon in the last week had galvanized her into daring
action. It was time that the
forces of evil, led by Brick Henson, were brought to
justice.
She had already been successful
in her first real adventure, when she had been instrumental in rescuing the
Jade Dragon and the Scarlet Falcon from the clutches of the vicious crimelord,
Boss Crunch. However, once the
criminals of
She finished changing into her costume.
It was a scintillating blue outfit, accented with purple flashings
on her arms and thighs. Black
knee high boots protected her feet and her long dark hair was concealed under
a cowl. With her ability she
did not really need a superheroine outfit, as she was invisible on all of
her crimefighting expeditions, but she knew that real superheroines had to
have some sort of special dress to set them apart from the average
citizen.
When she was not invisible, Kyla was an impressive
sight. Although more slender
than Sun Lin or Suzi, she was perfectly proportioned, from her firm, high
breasts to her delicately curved
derriere. Like Suzi and Sun Lin
she was a tall girl, standing about five-foot-nine
inches. Her hair was jet black
and shiny, hanging almost to her waist.
Large brown eyes highlighted a perfect oval
face. Her full bowed shaped lips
made almost every man who saw them want to kiss
her.
However, her talent was not in her beauty, but in her ability to make herself
invisible to those around her. She
performed this feat by entering the minds of those who were present and making
them oblivious to her presence.
Before joining Sun Lin and Suzi under the guidance of Master Zhou,
she had been able to handle up to six or seven people in this
way. Any more than that and she
would be seen. She had improved
under Master Zhou’s tutelage to the point where she could now handle
a dozen minds with ease. This
increased ability, plus some hard martial arts training gave her the confidence
to tackle Brick Henson on her own.
She did not tell anyone of her plans.
Although she was very close in age to Suzi and Sun Lin, both of the
veteran crimefighters viewed her as too inexperienced to strike out on her
own. In this case, however, Kyla
believed that only her talent could get her safely past Brick’s extensive
security system and into the heart of his
operation.
Quietly she slipped out of Master Zhou’s
house. Unlike the Jade Dragon
or Scarlet Falcon, the Blue Avenger chose to operate in broad
daylight. Her talent made using
the cloak of darkness redundant.
Her only problem was transport.
Brick’s headquarters was not close to where she and her companions
lived and trained. However, there
were simple ways around that problem provided she was
careful. She waited at a bus
stop with a couple of other people.
Using her power, they did not see her and neither did the bus driver
when he stopped to pick up the two
passengers. Kyla simply slipped
in behind the two passengers before the door of the bus
closed. Then she found an empty
seat and hoped that no one else would choose to sit where she
was. This worked well when the
bus was travelling almost empty as it was
now. Of course, this whole procedure
would have been unnecessary if Kyla had simply chosen to travel without her
costume. However, such an action
would have been unthinkable for a superheroine, and so she had to resort
to subterfuge.
After changing buses once, Kyla found herself standing right outside
Brick’s headquarters. It
was an impressive building.
Previous crime bosses had located themselves in old warehouses in
the city, but Brick had found these buildings difficult to
secure. Therefore, he had set
up shop in a building that had once belonged to the
city. Ironically, it was an old
police building. It provided
just the sort of security that Brick
wanted. First, it was difficult
to get in and out of, having only two
entrances. Second, its thick
walls and barred windows made it almost impregnable to attack from rival
gangs or superheroines trying to find a way to break
in. Kyla, however, was sure that
she could enter the building simply by walking through the front
door.
Without fear she walked up to the front entrance of the
building. Her mind reached out,
seeking anyone who might be able to see
her. She located two guards by
the door, another two at windows facing the street, and one more on the
roof. All of these sentries saw
nothing. Kyla nullified them
in a process that was now almost
automatic. Without any attempt
at stealth Kyla walked right through the front
door. It had almost been too
easy.
Once inside the building Kyla moved quickly away from the door, all the better
to avoid accidentally bumping into someone by
chance. She had breached the
first of Brick’s defenses.
Now, it was but a matter of discovering where in the huge building
Brick had his headquarters. Kyla
had no doubts or qualms about what she would do if she found
Brick. Her Aunt Julia, a woman
very dear to her, had been brutally
murdered. Her killer had never
been brought to justice. It was
the most important reason motivating her to become a crimefighter and hunt
down those who sought to defy the law.
If she found Brick she would eliminate
him. It was that
simple. He would threaten no
more of her friends nor terrorize any other innocent citizens of
Kyla had penetrated fairly deeply into the building by
now. She was in a large central
foyer in front of a bank of four
elevators. One of these, no doubt,
went to the floor that housed her quarry, but which
one? There was a simple way to
find out. There was a guard in
the foyer checking each of the various criminals who sought to enter any
of the elevators. Kyla stationed
herself close to him in order to overhear his
conversation. It happened very
quickly. The third henchman to
enter the foyer gave her the information she needed.
“Yah, Shorty, what’s your business?” questioned the
guard.
“Message for Brick, gotta give him the lottery take this
week.”
“No problem, go ahead.”
Swiftly, yet silently, Kyla swung into the elevator behind
Shorty. A short elevator ride
and she would be there.
Confidently, Kyla visualized herself in the presence of the evil
crimelord. It would only be a
few seconds now.
Brick Henson sat comfortably in his oversized leather
chair. He was thinking happy
thoughts. Despite the continued
attacks on his operations, business had been relatively good this
week. And his punishment of that
Chinese babe had been extremely
satisfying. It would be a long
time before she dared to try and cross him again, if
ever.
There was a knock on the door and a thug called “Rat” Johnson
entered. Brick immediately became
alert. He had appointed Rat as
his head of security. He was
only supposed to show up if he had something of great importance to
report.
“What is it?” Brick growled.
“We got an intruder boss.
Picked her up on the viewer.
I think it’s the invisible broad.”
“Where is she now?”
“Headin’ toward the foyer.
No one seems to notice her so it’s my guess that they can’t
see her.”
Brick became very excited. Of
all the superheroines plaguing him, the Blue Avenger was the one he feared
most. He felt confident he could
deal with the Jade Dragon and Scarlet Falcon, pesky as they might be, as
they had already been captured on two
occasions. But the thought of
an invisible crimefighter was one that really worried
him. How could he deal with someone
he couldn’t even see?
For this reason he had called in a person he would normally have
ignored. The person was Dr. Ivan
Retinoff, sometimes call “Mad
Ivan.” He was a most peculiar
individual, a man who did not engage in normal criminal pursuits, but who
lived on the edge of crime.
Supposedly Mad Ivan was a man devoted to science, but his bizarre
experiments frequently crossed the boundaries of scientific ethics and often
violated the law.
Brick needed a security system to protect him against an invisible
superheroine. Retinoff had approached
the problem in a thoroughly scientific
manner. First he had obtained
as much information on the Blue Avenger as he
could. He learned that her power
seemed to be local. She could
make herself invisible to those close to her, but could not control those
farther away. Retinoff reasoned
that if he set up a series of mirrors and lenses on the ground floor of
Brick’s headquarters that these would relay an image of any intruder
to a viewer on the top floor of the
building. A guard posted at the
viewer would probably not be influenced by the Blue Avenger’s ability
to cloud minds and if she entered the building she would be
seen.
Retinoff had also added one more defense.
At the entrances to Brick’s headquarters he had installed a pressure
pad. Anyone stepping on the pad
activated a relay that rang a bell.
Anyone entering the building immediately made his or her presence
known. Kyla had triggered the
alarm upon entering the building and she had been watched by the guard throughout
her intrusion. Brick was now
in a position to spring his trap.
He rose from his chair and followed Rat to the security room where the viewer
was located. Sure enough, it
was the Blue Avenger. Her blue
and purple costume was unmistakable.
He watched the heroine make her way into the foyer and then follow
Shorty into the elevator.
“Perfect,” Brick
exclaimed. “We’ve got
the stupid bitch in a box.
There’s no way she can get out without going through
us.”
Inside the elevator, Kyla rode confidently with the unsuspecting
Shorty. This was
perfect. The unsuspecting henchman
would lead her right to the crimelord.
He would never know what hit him.
The elevator was nearing the fifth
floor. Kyla readied
herself. She needed to move quickly
to get out the door before it closed.
The door opened. Shorty tried
to exit, but blocking the opening was the massive form of Brick Henson and
three of his men. Kyla backed
away. She had sensed that there
was someone in the lobby and had already blocked their minds, but the four
men were standing right in her path.
She could not get out without pushing past them and giving herself
away. Also, one of the men was
the man she was seeking. It was
pointless to exit the elevator if he was going to
leave.
Brick shoved Shorty back into the confined space of the
elevator. “What’s up
Boss?” the surprised man inquired.
“Shut up,” Brick ordered, “you’ve got a
friend.”
Making sure that the doorway remained blocked, Brick and the other three
men pushed onto the elevator. Kyla
moved back into a corner. She
now realized that something was wrong.
Somehow, Brick seemed to know that she was on the
elevator. Desperately she looked
for a way out of the confined space, but there was nowhere to
go. Crouching down she tried
to make herself as small as possible.
Perhaps she was mistaken and Brick did not sense her
presence. In a minute the elevator
would finish its trip and the passengers would disembark, then she would
be safe.
“Boss, what’s going on?” asked
Shorty.
“Get behind us,” replied Brick, grabbing Shorty by the collar and
pulling him between them.
The four men were now standing shoulder to
shoulder. Slowly, one step at
a time, they advanced across the
elevator. Trapped like a rat
in a box, Kyla tried to find a way between the advancing thugs, but there
was no opening in the tiny space.
There seemed only one hope. She
would have to fight, and here she had one supreme
advantage. She would be able
to launch her attack without any of the thugs knowing that an attack was
coming.
Kyla targeted the shortest of the three
men. He was still a massive figure,
standing over six feet tall, but there was some hope that she could knock
him down and break past him to the open
door. Then, a second before she
launched her attack, Shorty, finally understanding what was going on, pulled
the lever that closed the elevator door.
Now there was no opening to break for.
Kyla attacked anyway. She was
not going to wait until she ran out of space.
Despite her limited martial arts
training she just might be able to overcome her five
adversaries. It was a long shot,
but it was the only one she had.
Driving across the small space that now separated her from the advancing
villains, she drove her right foot into the solar plexus of the man she had
originally targeted. With an
audible
whoosh the air was
knocked out of the man’s body.
Gasping for air, he collapsed into a heap on the floor of the crowded
compartment, and then all hell broke loose as the remaining thugs tried to
find her, swinging blindly at the air around
them. Quite miraculously, Kyla
managed to dodge the blind punches and kicks, but it was a near thing as
she jumped and twisted in the confined space of the
elevator.
The battle raged for several minutes, with Kyla getting in quite a few punches
against her blind opponents, but none of her blows matched the power of the
first due to the fact that she had to constantly sidestep the blows of her
adversaries. Their continuous
blind attacks kept her off balance and she was only able to annoy her foes
without putting any of them away.
Eventually, she ran out of luck, and it was the diminutive Shorty who brought
her down. He had stayed out of
the fight, crouching in one corner of the
elevator. So quiet was he that
Kyla in her desperate battle with the other thugs, forgot about
him. Maneuvering to avoid a series
of poorly aimed kicks and punches, Kyla brushed up against
him. Feeling her invisible presence,
Shorty immediately closed his arms about her legs.
“I’ve got her! I’ve
got her,” he screamed.
Kyla struck down at the gnomish little man who had encircled her thighs with
his arms, but he held on like grim death.
Then a second later the remaining three gangsters smashed into
her. A crushing pair of arms
enveloped her torso as Brick swallowed her up in a bear
hug. Then another of the toughs
laid hold of her, using touch to locate her
arms. Within seconds her arms
and legs were tightly held. Kyla
struggled desperately, heaving her body and straining to break free, but
her struggles ended when Brick located her head with a quick short
punch. The blow did not travel
far, but when thrown by a man the size of Brick Henson, it packed more than
enough power to knock Kyla unconscious.
Her senses slipping from her as she passed out, Kyla lost the power
of invisibility. As she lapsed
into complete insensibility she was totally at the mercy of her
enemies.
Kyla’s first sensation upon returning to consciousness was that she
felt cold and had a faint headache.
She was lying face down on a concrete
floor. Pushing her arms beneath
her she tried to rise, only to find that she could not move her
feet. Straightening her arms,
she half rose and peered over her left
shoulder. Her ankles were fastened
to the concrete floor by two steel bands, each of which was closed with a
padlock, but more shocking and frightening was the fact that she was completely
naked.
A moment of panic set in and for a few seconds she struggled violently to
pull her feet from the manacles that held her, but all she accomplished was
the loss of a little skin.
Frustrated, she sat back on her haunches and looked about
her. She was in a large concrete
room. A single steel door seemed
to be the only way in or out. Just
above her head, steel hooks were set into the
roof. She wondered about these
since they were the only interruptions, other than a single light bulb, in
the smooth concrete surface. She
shivered. It was cold in the
room and her nipples hardened in the cool
air. She wondered how long she
had been in the room. Her head
ached a little. She raised her
hand to her forehead and touched a bruise
there. That must have been where
Brick had hit her. She checked
the rest of her body. She sported
a few bruises, but otherwise seemed
unhurt. Her real problem was
going to be finding a way to escape from the shackles that held her
ankles.
A noise outside the room caused her to turn her head in the direction of
the door. There was the turning
of a key in the lock, and it was flung
open. Through the doorway strode
the hulking figure of Brick Henson, along with a dozen or more of his
henchmen. Two of them were carrying
a heavy wooden table.
“Ah,” said Brick.
“Awake at last and waiting patiently for your
punishment. That’s what
I like to see.” He moved
over in front of her and stood with his hands on his hips, watching her
intently.
Kyla turned bright red in acute
embarrassment. Immediately she
used her powers to cloak Brick’s
mind. As he watched she
disappeared.
Brick moved closer to her. “I
thought so, honey,” he said.
“You have to be awake in order to become
invisible. But it’s no good
pretending that you are not there, I know that you are shackled to the
floor.”
Brick was now standing right over the helpless
heroine. Although he could not
see her, he could hear her frightened
breathing. Reaching down he placed
his hand on the small of her back.
Then swinging his leg wide, he straddled her and slowly lowered his
massive frame onto her, settling on her as if he was riding a
horse.
Kyla gasped as Brick’s 260 pounds squeezed the breath out of her 120
pound body. His weight
pushed her into the cold, hard concrete
floor.
“How about we not play any games?” said Brick reaching beneath
her and engulfing one of Kyla’s small, firm breasts in each
hand. To emphasize his point
he closed his hands and gave her tits a crushing
squeeze.
Kyla gasped at the tremendous pressure.
It felt as if each breast was being squeezed in a
vise. There was no need to ask
Brick what he meant. He wanted
to be able to see her, and if she persisted in using her power he was going
to mutilate her body. Quickly,
she relented and showed herself.
“Ah, that’s better,” said Brick, shifting his weight off her
body, but remaining astride her.
“I like you much better this way.”
Kyla blushed an even deeper red.
She had foolishly walked right into a trap, and now she was stripped
naked and displayed before a gallery of leering
hoodlums. She found their lascivious
stares mortifying.
“You know, it’s amazing,” marveled
Brick. “All of you superheroines
have such fantastic bodies. It
must be a necessary qualification for the
job. Now it’s time to get
a better look at you.”
Kyla hung her head in shame as Brick seized her arms and pulled her into
an upright position. Then he
pulled her arms behind her and shackled each of her wrists to her
ankles. The position forced her
to lean back, thrusting her breasts and belly forward and allowing her long
loose hair to sweep across her ankles.
In spite of the cool air of the dungeon, Kyla’s body was covered
in a thin sheen of sweat, causing her body to glisten in the light of the
single bulb.
“Now,” said Brick, “let’s see what you are made
of.” He began to explore
her virgin body, running his hands over her velvet
skin. Kyla suppressed a
whimper. She was absolutely
terrified. Her heart was beating
like a triphammer and her breathing quickened as the villain’s fingers
swept over her supple body.
“No,” she thought, “this can’t be
happening. Heroines aren’t
supposed to be humiliated in this
way.” With a sinking feeling
she thought back to the predicament that she had found the Jade Dragon and
the Scarlet Falcon in, and realized how foolish her thought
was. Of course heroines got
captured. She had just never
thought it could happen to her. She
still hadn’t figured out how Brick had managed to capture
her. Somehow he had determined
where she was and lured her into a trap.
Or perhaps she had trapped
herself. Whatever the case, she
was paying for her mistake.
She cringed slightly as Brick’s hands fondled her exquisite
body. He had started at her
shoulders, placing both hands on her soft curves and then moving slowly toward
her trembling breasts. He took
his time, relishing the psychological torment he was causing
her.
“Skin like silk,” Brick
commented. He moved his hands
down to her breasts and covered each of them with a huge
hand. “Mmm, these are
firm. It’s going to be real
great to suck on them.” He
gave her breasts another squeeze causing Kyla to
wince. Her beautiful orange-sized
breasts were already bruised from Brick’s first
mauling. She gasped as he tweaked
her erect nipples. Clamping his
thumb and forefinger over each pink bud Brick twisted them cruelly.
Kyla almost screamed, but clenched her teeth, determined to act like a
superheroine. But she was close
to wetting herself with fear.
Already she was so terrified that she felt sick, and Brick had barely
started on her. “Hold on,”
she told herself.
“Don’t betray
yourself.” There was a code
of honour she had to uphold. She
had to be brave; even in the face of the most brutal
treatment. She hoped she was
strong enough. She was after
all barely eighteen years of age, and had never experienced anything like
this before. It was absolutely
terrifying. She tried to calm
her heavy breathing and slow her beating
heart. Master Zhou had coached
her in relaxation exercises, and she tried to use these now, closing her
eyes and trying to relax her muscles.
Slap! Brick’s blow snapped her head
sharply to one side. The brutish
thug stood over her, a menacing scowl on his
face. “No going to sleep
you little bitch. I want you
awake. Maybe I’ll make sure
I’ve got your attention.”
Kyla’s eyes filled with tears from the force of Brick’s
slap. She shook her head, trying
to shake off the effects of the blow.
“I’ll have you more than shaking your head before I’m
through, bitch,” Brick said.
He moved behind her and unchained her wrists from her ankles so that
he could bend her forward. However,
he did not allow her to lie flat.
He attached a leather collar to her neck, and then hooking a length
of chain onto it, he pulled it between her legs and then attached it to her
ankles. This left her with her
shapely derriere raised invitingly in the
air.
“What you need is to have your ass warmed up a bit, honey,” said
Brick. As he spoke he pulled
his belt from the loops in his pants.
Doubling it up, he stepped behind Kyla’s exposed
backside.
Thwap!
“Agghh!”
The first blow
was every bit as painful as Kyla feared it would
be. Brick had delivered it with
every once of his powerful body. A
large red welt appeared on Kyla’s shivering
buttocks.
Thwap!
The second blow was
just as painful, if not more so, and Kyla screamed in
pain. In her bent over position,
her backside was as tightly stretched as
possible. Every blow caused
excruciating pain. Within minutes
he had her screaming for mercy.
“No!”
she
shrieked.
“Please
stop!
Ahhh!
Ahhh!”
Brick eventually did stop. But
not before he had satisfied his sadistic tendencies and developed a huge
erection. He found Kyla’s
ear-piercing screams extremely erotic, but now he had other plans for
her. Releasing the chain from
her ankles he bent her backwards again and held her in that position by fastening
the chain around her neck to her ankles so that her body was the reverse
of he position he had flogged her in.
Kyla was almost beside herself with fear.
Her backside was red and swollen from the beating she had received
and her arched body was invitingly open to any sexual act that Brick might
want to perform. She could also
not miss the enormous bulge in the front of Brick’s pants and she was
terrified at what she knew was coming
next.
Slowly so as to create the greatest impact, Brick began to
undress. One after the other,
each item of clothing was removed until he stood completely revealed to the
frightened heroine.
Through much of Brick’s striptease, Kyla averted her gaze, but she could
not help noticing the massive appendage that swung between his
legs. “My God,” she
thought, “he’s hung like a stallion.”
Brick took in Kyla’s sidelong
glance. He knew he had made an
impression, he always did. But
he intended to do far more than that to the helpless
heroine.
Kneeling before her, he once again began to run his hands over her trim,
muscular body. Brick always enjoyed
this part immensely. Superheroines
always had such strong firm bodies and yet they were soft in all of the right
places. Kyla cringed under
Brick’s touch, but the chains kept her exactly where he wanted
her. Slowly, he caressed, pinched
and squeezed every part of her body that he
chose. He finally ended up straddling
her, his engorged phallus only inches from her
face.
“It’s time you learned how to pleasure a man, baby and I expect
you to cooperate. Any biting
or clenching of teeth, and I use the
belt. Get
it?” Brick gave a sharp
twist to Kyla’s nipples. Kyla
gasped and nodded. She got it
all right.
Slowly Brick lowered himself toward her
mouth. Holding the back of her
head with one hand, he tilted her head and then forced her lips onto the
glans of his penis. Kyla almost
vomited. It was the first time
she had ever smelled a male organ and its strong scent almost made her
gag. With a grunt she opened
her mouth as Brick thrust his phallus into
her. Slowly he levered open her
mouth. Mindful of his threat,
Kyla did not resist, but let his large rigid organ invade her perfect
mouth. He thrust it deep, penetrating
to the back of her throat.
Struggling to breath, Kyla was unable to resist as he began to slide
in and out of her lips. For the
next few minutes Brick thoroughly raped her
mouth. Fighting back the urge
to be sick, Kyla could do nothing to stop the powerful crimelord from having
his way.
Finally, his penis slick with Kyla’s saliva, Brick withdrew from her
mouth. He was on the verge of
ejaculating, but he did not want to waste his erection that
way. He had one more use for
it first. Now, he explored hr
body once more, first stroking her tight belly and then moving his hand down
to her most intimate area. With
an almost gentle touch, he fondled her pubic
region. His fingers moved over
her vulva. Rubbing her sex organ
gently, he parted her labia. During
this time, Kyla tried to maintain the utmost self control, but this last
intrusion almost made her forget her
circumstances. Brick was touching
her in an area that even she had never
explored. The sensations created
resulted in her attempting to shift her body away from his
hand.
Brick’s laughed. “You
like that huh, Baby?” He
had felt Kyla’s body tense as his finger violated her most private
place. Slowly he began to rub
his finger over the sensitive flesh trying to arouse his helpless
victim.
“Oh!”
Kyla almost jumped despite
herself, when Brick’s finger rubbed her clitoris.
“Oh yeah, feels good don’t it?” said
Brick. “Look boys, I’m
getting a rise out of a superheroine!”
Despite Brick’s boast, Kyla was a long way from being
aroused. She had been startled
when Brick had stroked her clit, but she was far too frightened, humiliated,
and in too much pain to feel any sexual arousal at the hands of the brutal
mobster.
By now Brick’s finger had invaded Kyla’s
vagina. Despite her supposed
arousal, Brick could feel that she was still quite
dry. If he took her this way
it was going to be a hard fuck, but he continued to explore the inner recesses
of her love canal by thrusting his massive finger farther into
her. Suddenly, he
stopped. He had encountered her
hymen.
“My God, she’s a virgin.
This is incredible, first the Chinese babe and now
her. I get to deflower two virgins
in two days!”
Brick’s organ was as hard as a rock
now. His fondling had not elicited
a similar state in his victim, but he was ready to
proceed. Despite the fact that
Kyla was not close to being wet, he was going to take
her. He did, however, have a
plan for just this eventuality.
Rising from his fearful victim, he stepped over to a small cabinet
at the side of the room. There,
he had placed a bottle of perfumed oil in anticipation of its
need. Brick poured a liberal
amount of the oil over his hands and then returning to Kyla, he thoroughly
lubricated her genitals.
In true heroine fashion, Kyla had remained quiet and self-possessed throughout
much of Brick’s foreplay, but the application of the oil, caused her
to tremble. She knew that she
was only moments away from losing her maidenhood, and the thought of such
a violation of her superheroine status filled her with
dread. How would she ever face
her companions again after suffering such humiliation?
Brick knelt between her legs.
Slowly he inched forward toward Kyla’s thoroughly oiled vagina,
his immense penis trained on her tender
entrance.
“Please,” Kyla begged, one more time, “don’t so
this. Let me
go. I won’t tell anyone
what you’ve done.” She
felt totally ashamed by lowering herself to making this promise, but she
desperately sought a way out of her terrible predicament.
“I’m not worried about you telling anyone,
honey. What makes you think
you’re ever going to leave here alive?”
“You’ll never get away with this,” Kyla
warned. “The Jade Dragon
and Scarlet Falcon will come after you.”
“That’s just what I’m hoping, honey,” answered
Brick. “I’ve got traps
set just for them. Now try this
on for size.”
As he finished speaking Brick thrust his rigid member into Kyla’s tight
opening.
“Aahh!”
cried the young
virgin. Although the assault
was not unexpected the intensity of Brick’s attack and the pain of entry
surprised her. The pressure of
his attack was immense, as his huge well-oiled phallus pushed past her weak
defenses.
“Ughn!”
Kyla protested as Brick reached
her taut hymen. “Oh God,”
she thought, “won’t someone please help
me! I can’t take too much
more of this.” Her already
labored breathing became even heavier as Brick increased the tension on the
last barrier of her virginity.
Kyla's hymen was amazingly strong, but it could not stand up to the
pressure that Brick was applying for very long.
For his part, Brick was in sexual
ecstasy. This was the third time
he had fucked a superheroine and they always had the most marvelously tight
cunts. This one was no
exception. Every millimeter of
penetration squeezed his huge prick like a
vise.
“Christ,” he explained, “this bitch is so
tight!” I’m gonna have
to fuck her more than once before I’m happy.”
Kyla’s breasts heaved as she fought to retain
control. She did not dare give
in. But the pain she was experiencing
as Brick bored into her was almost more than she could tolerate and she knew
that the huge thug was only getting
started. Her hymen tore, allowing
Brick to penetrate beyond the torn
barrier. Kyla
screamed.
“Aaaahhh!”
It was not so much a
cry of pain as despair. She had
lost her virginity and not nearly in the romantic way she had imagined, but
to a hulking brute who had taken her by force.
“You will pay for that,” Kyla cried
tearfully. “I will make
you pay if it is the last thing I do.”
Brick laughed, he had Kyla’s tiny backside in his
hands. Using her ass as leverage
he lunged hard into her.
“Aaaahh!”
Kyla’s threats changed
to screams as Brick forced her tight vagina
apart. The pain was terrible;
it felt as if a hot iron had been inserted into
her.
Brick pushed ever deeper. Every
inch of penetration was sheer agony for the helpless
heroine. In a desperate attempt
to escape she bucked uncontrollably.
Her pathetic resistance almost drove Brick wild with
ecstasy. He had penetrated her
to a depth of six inches now, but still had another six before he was fully
within her. Slowly he worked
his way deeper and deeper. Writhing
in agony, Kyla somehow held on, but the ordeal left her completely
drained. When Brick finally buried
himself fully within her she was on the verge of total
exhaustion.
Brick sensed her weakness and climaxed quickly, rather than drawing out the
rape as long as he usually did. He
ejaculated deep within her and with a grunt of satisfaction withdrew from
Kyla’s ravaged vagina.
Kyla felt an incredible flood of relief.
Her terrible ordeal was over, or so she hoped, but her optimism was
quickly dispelled by Brick’s next
act. Moving behind her, he unlocked
the manacles that held her wrists and ankles, and then he turned to his eagerly
waiting henchmen. “OK boys,
she’s all yours. Just remember,
her ass is off limits. I’m
saving that for later.”
Kyla tried to struggle to her feet, but Brick had taken the precaution of
holding on to her hair. She wept
like a frightened child as the assembled thugs laid hold of
her. She was totally beaten,
and she knew that her next few hours were going to be a complete
nightmare.
Struggling desperately, she was dragged over to a table by the side of the
room and spread-eagled across its top.
One villain held her arms while two more pulled her legs
apart. She screamed in absolute
terror as a fourth thug moved between her
legs. Dropping his pants he revealed
a sex organ that rivaled Brick’s.
Her mouth wide with fear, and panting from exertion, Kyla screamed
again. Then she shrieked in agony
as her assailant thrust vigorously into
her. As he did so the assembled
audience of henchmen fondled and pinched her perfect
body. Finally too spent to struggle,
Kyla lay helpless and endured the rape.
It last for hours. Each
henchman raped her in turn and when the last man had finished the first started
again. She was subjected again
and again to the brutal and continuous
attacks. At the end of the session
she was completely exhausted. He
bruised body was covered with sweat and sperm and the marks of a hundred
pinches. How long it would have
continued is uncertain, because Brick finally
returned. He ordered his men
off her and had her dragged back to the center of the
room. There he had her ankles
clamped to the floor once more, and her hands cuffed behind her
back.
She knelt before the brutal crimelord, her exhausted body swaying back and
forth. She could barely hold
herself erect. She looked up
at Brick. What that the brutal
thug up to now? It would be difficult
to do much more to her that he had already
done. Or so she
thought. Brick was about to prove
her wrong.
“Hose her down,” he ordered.
Immediately two of Brick’s thugs attached a hose to a wall faucet
and opened the tap. A freezing
cold stream of water splashed over the helpless heroine, washing her clean
of the gunk and grime that fouled her
body. The cold water chilled
her to the bone, and she shivered uncontrollably as Brick approached her
once more.
“That’s pretty,” said Brick, his eyes on her quivering breasts,
“but I think I’ll put a bit more arch in your
back.”
Standing in front of her, Brick continued to chat almost conversationally,
while he
fumbled for something
in his pocket. “You know,
I never got to thank you for what you did for
me. If I am not mistaken it was
you that killed Boss Crunch. His
death made it possible for me to become number one in
Shivering with cold, and close to fainting from exhaustion and the trauma
of her ordeal, Kyla barely understood this long and rambling
speech. Brick was not known for
his volubility. Too beaten to
reply in any case, she decided that Brick did not really expect an answer
and remained silent.
“You’re a real quiet one ain’t you?” said Brick as he
knelt so that he dropped to Kyla’s
height. “Well, to cut a
long story short, I don’t like spending money on gold rings, but I’ve
got lots of fishhooks. As he
spoke he held up a pair of razor edged barbs in front of Kyla’s frightened
gaze.
Kyla was suddenly wide awake. She
stifled a scream of dismay. The
two hooks that Brick held seemed huge.
Each was about two inches long from the eye of the hook to its needle
sharp point. Surely he did not
intend to use those the way that he had
hinted.
Brick smiled cruelly. He saw
that the threat of the hooks had produced the desired
effect. “These are a hell
of a lot cheaper than gold, and they have the added benefit that they make
their own incision.”
“Oh no,” protested Kyla.
Her chilled body was suddenly much
warmer. “You can’t
mean to use those on me.”
“Hey,” laughed Brick, “she
can
talk. I was beginning to think
I was talkin’ to a dummy.”
“Please,” continued Kyla, “you can’t intend to be so
cruel.”
“Ha ha!” laughed Brick
uproariously. “Didn’t
either of your superheroine friends tell you what me and Boss Crunch did
to them? You’ve got an education
coming. Now let’s get down
to business.”
Brick took Kyla’s left breast in one huge
hand. With deliberate slowness,
he placed the barb of the hook just below her left
nipple. Kyla
squirmed. Fear flooded her
mind. The brute was actually
going to shove a fishhook into the tip of her breast!
“Now,” said Brick, applying a little bit of pressure with the point
of the hook, “you could save yourself a lot of pain with a little
cooperation.”
Kyla waited for what was coming next, hardly daring to
breathe.
“All you have to do,” continued Brick, “is tell me who the
Jade Dragon and Scarlet Falcon really are, and where I can find
them.”
Kyla didn’t hesitate for a second.
“I can’t so that.
You would kill them.”
“I might,” said Brick, “but I would bring them back here
first. You would get to see them
again.”
“You’re mad,” Kyla said.
“I’m not capable of such treachery.”
“Have it your way, then,” said
Brick. “Perhaps after an
hour or so you might change your mind.”
Brick increased the pressure on Kyla’s breast, causing the firm flesh
to bulge through his fingers and making the nipple more
prominent.
“NO!”
she protested, and then the
needle sharp point of the hook was thrust cruelly into her
areola.
“Ahh!”
Kyla gasped. It took all of
her control to confine her reaction to an audible
gasp. Blood streamed from her
punctured breast, running down her chest and dripping onto the concrete
floor. Despite the coolness of
the room, her body was once more covered with
perspiration. “God,”
she thought.
“Please give me the strength to endure this!”
“Now,” said Brick, “for number
two.” He switched to her
right breast, compressing the flesh as he had done
before.
“No please!”
she
begged.
“Not
again!”
“Too late, babe,” Brick
sneered. Readying the hook, he
shoved it through her right areola.
“Ahha!”
Kyla cried, her features contorting
from the pain.
“Don’t they make a pretty pair,” said Brick as he tugged on
each hook, lifting Kyla’s perfect breasts as he did do.
Kyla arched her back, exactly as Brick had
wished. In order to keep her
that way, Brick attacked a line to each of the hooks and threaded them through
a large hook in the ceiling.
Tightening the lines, he forced Kyla to keep her back arched in order
to stop the hooks from tearing through the tips of her
breasts.
Brick stood back to admire his handiwork.
The once defiant heroine was now his helpless
plaything. She was on her knees
and held that way by the irons clamping her ankles to the
floor. At the same time, the
combination of having her wrists shackled behind her and the hooks pulling
on her breasts forced her to arch her back and thrust her pelvis forward
most invitingly. Whatever plans
Brick had for her next, however, were
interrupted. One of his goons
entered the room and whispered into the crimelord’s
ear. Brick turned to his
men. “I’ve got work
for you boys,” he said.
“It appears that our guest’s friends are on their way, and
I want you for the reception committee.”
Kyla experienced a slight surge of hope as she heard Brick’s
message. Perhaps there was some
chance of rescue.
One of the thugs remained with her after Brick and the others had
left. Apparently it was his job
to make sure that she did not escape from her helpless
position. But as the last man
left, he leered at her and began to take off his
clothes.
“Oh no,” Kyla thought.
“Not this way.
He’ll tear off my
nipples.” But she remained
silent as the thug stripped down.
“Now I’ve got you all to myself,
bitch,” he said. “This
is going to be fun.”
“Please,” Kyla responded,
quietly. “Don’t do
this. You’ll hurt
me.”
“Worried about your perfect tits,
eh?” I think they’ll
be OK if you cooperate.” He
knelt in front of her, moving into position to enter
her.
Kyla began to shake uncontrollably.
It seemed her ordeal would never
end. “Please,” she
begged one more time, “have mercy on
me. You’ll tear me
apart.”
“Just hold very still, princess,” replied the
thug. Gently he placed his hands
on her backside and holding her steady, began to penetrate
her
“Ugh!”
Kyla grunted as the
gangster’s rod pushed cruelly into
her. Her vaginal walls were torn
and badly swollen from the pounding they had taken during the gang rape,
and this final assault was almost as painful as the
first. Each thrust of the thug
into her, caused the cruel hooks that pierced her breasts to pull at her
soft flesh, adding to the torment.
Within a few minutes, she was sobbing softly, both in pain, rage,
and humiliation.
The thug was relatively gentle. He
stroked into her slowly and carefully, minimizing the damage to her nipples,
but every movement of his body against hers sent a wave of agony through
both her ravaged vagina and her pierced
breasts. And he took his
time. The rape lasted for over
an hour, before he finally blew his load.
Only then was Kyla left alone.
Removing himself from her body the hoodlum dressed and left the
room. “See you later,
princess. Don’t go anywhere
until I get back.”
Kyla waited until the heavy iron door
closed. And then, giving vent
to her emotions she wept long and loud.
It was clear that she was in a hopeless
situation. She would not escape
from Brick’s clutches without help.
And if her friends fell into the same sort of trap she had, that help
would never come.
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