The
Misadventures of the
Black Leopard
Episode
1
The
Black Leopard’s Revenge
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Chapter
10
Zhuang’s
Gambit
Liu watched with distaste as Zhuang ripped apart another roast duck and stuffed the greasy flesh into his mouth. He had done as Zhuang had ordered and tracked down Retinoff, but he had been forced to wait for more than an hour while the immensely fat crimelord satisfied his appetite.
Zhuang burped and wiped his mouth with a napkin. “My rivals have grown strong, too strong for me to tackle all at once, but there may be a way to take them out one at a time. Let’s start with Miss Firenza. At least I know where to find her.”
“You have a plan, my lord?” Liu asked.
Zhuang’s fat jowls jiggled as he nodded his head. “Of a sorts,” he replied. “It is not my normal method of operation, but I think it might work. He smiled mysteriously. “Let us wait and see. In a few hours I think the beautiful Stiletto will be my prisoner.”
Elena Firenza surveyed her guests from the top of the marble staircase leading to the ballroom. She smiled graciously as she descended, her lovely body almost flowing down the steps. She was in her element; fashionable, beautiful, and wealthy. A number of male admirers moved toward her as she reached the floor. She accepted the arm of one of them and allowed herself to be led into the next dance. It was best to keep up appearances even if she did not find men attractive.
She had been like that ever since she had been brutally introduced to sex by her arch rival Shark Stevens. Lured into a trap she had lost her virginity in a brutal rape that had given her a strong aversion to heterosexual relations. Sex with women on the other hand…
Her eyes swept casually about the ballroom, searching for someone who might
share her sexual preferences. Most
of the men and women who were present she
knew. There were a few new faces,
men and women who had brought their escorts to her soiree, but no one she
was sure she could trust. She
had to be very careful. News
traveled fast among the so called upper crust of
It was a fine line she trod. Her
wealth and beauty had gained her social acceptance in spite of her father’s
rather humble background. However,
if anyone in her social echelon so much as suspected that her father had
founded one of the most successful criminal organizations in
“Friends.” It was a strange way to think of the Black Leopard. She and the exotic cat burglar had once been lovers, but that was now in their past, although Elenah would have welcomed a return to their old relationship. But that was before the Black Leopard had met the strange woman who called herself Jahlen and before she had been impregnated by her arch rival Zhuang Zhijian.
Her eyes caught the gaze of a newcomer, a slender blonde in a red dress that showed off her youthful curves to perfection. “Thank god,” Elenah thought, "that the mannish styles of the twenties had been replaced fashions that once more enhanced and revealed womanly attributes.” The dress the girl was wearing clung to her like a second skin and the look she sent across the room was unmistakable. Elenah smiled. The night was already becoming interesting and her little get-together had just started.
Elenah did not talk to the girl right away. There was always the chance that she had been wrong, although she had a sort of instinct about these things. However, it did not do to rush things and she had to find a way to pry the girl’s escort away from her.
That was not too hard to arrange. Halfway through the evening, the blonde’s escort became “sick” after consuming one too many glasses of wine. He was helped to his limousine, leaving the way clear for Elenah to pounce.
The young blonde proved quite amenable, confirming Elenah’s guess as
the evening progressed. Her name
was Helen Kemp, and her father owned
Elenah unconsciously checked herself in the bedroom mirror as she and her willing guest entered the room. Her low cut, stunning blue gown revealed her voluptuous figure perfectly. The girl smiled. “You’re very beautiful,” she whispered.
“You too,” Elenah returned. “May I get you anything?”
“I’d like another glass of champagne,” the girl answered nervously.
Elenah smiled again. “She’s probably never done anything like this before,” she thought. “She’s in for a treat.”
Elenah poured herself a glass as well and returned to the girl. “To us,” she said, raising her glass.
The girl smiled and drank and then sat down next to the large bedroom fireplace. She set her glass on the table next to her. Elenah joined her, sitting on the upholstered chair across from her. “Everything you have here is beautiful,” Helen said. “Your taste in art is exquisite.”
Elenah returned the smile, flattered by the girl’s praise. She was justly proud of her collection of French impressionist art.
“I especially enjoy the Monet,” Helen said nodding to a picture on the far wall.
Elenah turned her head.
“Yes," she replied, “that is a more recent
addition. I picked it up in
“This wine is very fine as well,” Helen continued.
“I like to treat my special guests well,” Elenah said, sipping from her glass. “I have it bottled especially for me by Somelard and Sons.” She leaned across the low table separating her from Elenah to refill the girl’s glass, allowing her young guest a full view of her generous cleavage.
Helen’s hand reached out and touched Elenah’s. “You are very beautiful,” she murmured.
Elenah set down the bottle. The room was not well lit, but the occasion now called for more romantic lighting. She rose from her chair and crossed the thick carpet toward the light switch. She caught her foot in the rug as she moved, and stumbled. Unable to regain her balance she fell full- length, the glass of wine she had been carrying splashing halfway across the room.
At first her reaction was one of acute embarrassment, but as she tried to rise her chagrin changed to alarm, as her head swam and her limbs refused to obey her. She slumped to the rug, confusion filling her mind. A pair of red shoes appeared in front of her eyes. Struggling to rise she followed them to Helen’s gloating face.
“Did you really think I was a stupid dyke?” the girl asked. “You fell into my trap like a wolf hunting a tethered goat. Zhuang is certainly going to have some fun with you and I’m going to enjoy watching.”
Zhuang! The name sent fear surging through her body. Elenah struggled to rise, realizing that she was now in terrible danger. Somehow the innocent girl she had sought to seduce had drugged her, probably by dropping something in her wine while she turned to look at the painting the girl was admiring. She opened her mouth to call out. Her guards were only a few doors away, but the girl slapped her hand over her mouth.
“No you don’t, you damned dyke,” the girl said. Elenah slumped back to the rug under the girl’s weight, her senses continuing to fade. Elenah felt her arms being pulled behind her back. She tried to scream, but nothing came out. Terror surged through her and then a buzzing sound filled her ears and everything went black.
Qing Yuan toddled down the hall. She had gotten tired of waiting in her crib and was heading toward Li Ming, guided by the other infant’s thoughts. She should not have been walking at the age of only one month, much less climbing out of her crib, but the tiny infant was not concerned with conventional views on child development, only on finding her friend. She turned the corner and entered Jahlen’s room. No adult was present. It was Li Ming’s nap time and her companion was supposed to be sleeping.
“There you are,” Qing Yuan thought, her tiny face beaming.
“How did you do that?” Li Ming asked. Qing Yuan told her and within seconds Jahlen’s child was clambering over the bars of the crib.
“It’s a long way down,” Li Ming observed as she hung onto the top rung with both hands.
“Just slide down the bars,” Qing Yuan prompted. She sent a mental picture of how to do it. Li Ming joined her a few seconds later.
Ling Ming got unsteadily to her feet. “Are you sure this is safe?” she asked.
“Of course, your mother
and mine both do it. And you
can move much faster and see better.”
Li Ming took a few hesitating steps and then steadied herself. She moved forward uncertainly. “I don’t like this,” she protested. “It isn’t safe.” Still standing she stood still and began to slowly rise in the air.
Qing Yuan simply looked at her, her dark eyes wide with
wonder.
“I
think that is better than walking,” she
observed.
“Show
me how to do it.”
Few minutes later both infants glided silently from the room, their feet a few millimeters above the floor. “Where to?” Li Ming asked.
“This way,” Qing Yuan answered. She ghosted down the hallway toward the kitchen, the smells from that area overwhelmingly interesting.
Li Mei closed her eyes. It had been an exhausting night. She and the Pussies had broken into a high rise penthouse and thoroughly looted it after tying up the shocked and frightened owners who had naively supposed that a luxury penthouse located twenty three stories above the street was completely safe from intruders. The problem was that the robbery had been interrupted when Tiger had dropped her satchel full of loot into the street and alerted the building security. They had been forced to scramble to escape and had left most of the loot behind. On top of that Qing Yuan had to be fed when she returned and insisted on being sung to until she went to sleep. Or at least that was the way it seemed. Li Mei knew full well that a month old child was incapable of forcing its will on anyone, but she had felt compelled to croon a lullaby to her daughter until the tired infant went to sleep. Now she just wanted to relax. Sooner or later her daughter would demand to be fed and she wanted to sleep for as long as possible before that.
A light tap at the door caused her to open her eyes. Before she could move from her prone position Jahlen walked into the room.
“What?” Li Mei demanded irritably.
“Come with me,” her tall companion replied. There is something you should see.”
Qing Yuan looked at the bars on top of her crib. Although only made of thin slats of wood they were beyond her slender strength. “How are you doing?” she sent.
“The same as you,”
came Li Ming’s subdued
reply.
“I
can’t think of a way to get out.”
Qing Yuan growled. Escaping from
the crib had been fun. Now she
would have to wait until her mother or someone else let her
out. She stared hard at the bars
and then yawned.
One day she would
figure them out, but it could wait.
It was time for her nap. She
closed her eyes and slipped into infant
dreamland.
Kyla scouted the seemingly abandoned warehouse. It didn’t pay to be too hasty as she had learned to her sorrow on several painful occasions. This was where her sources said Retinoff was holed up and she was taking no chances. Too often she had been waylaid by one of the evil genius’ devilish traps. Now she sensed that something was wrong. She was not the only one checking out the lair of the mad Russian. What surprised her, however, was who the other spies were. She decided to go in for a closer look.
She cloaked herself in her mask of invisibility and moved right next to the men who were studying Retinoff’s hideout. They were conversing quietly and their words confirmed Kyla’s suspicions. She listened for a few moments and then silently moved off. Suzi was waiting for her just a few blocks away. It would be most interesting to hear her reaction to what Kyla had learned.
Elenah moaned and slowly opened her eyes. Her head felt like it was about to split open. Grimacing she pushed herself into a sitting position. To her relief her wrists were not bound and she was still wearing her azure evening gown. Her stomach clenched with fear, however, when she saw that she was confined in a wire cage. It was a small enclosure, barely six feet long and three feet wide and so low that she had to bend her head in order to sit upright. She felt like a dog in a kennel, which was probably exactly what her captors intended.
For an instant she wondered where she was and then it flooded back to her. She was almost sick with fear. Zhuang! To be captured by one of the most brutal villains and a man she had helped to defeat was more than terrifying. It had her on the verge of hysteria. She looked about her. She was in a plain concrete room that was lit by only a single bulb in the ceiling. A few feet from her cage was a metal apparatus that looked like the head of a metal bedstead. It was missing the rest of the bed and was securely bolted to the floor. Above her head a pulley trailing a rope was screwed into a heavy wooden beam. Other than that the room was featureless, lacking even a window and pierced by a single metal door.
There was nothing to do but wait, and Elenah tried to make herself comfortable after first checking to make sure that the cage was locked. It was; held shut by a heavy metal padlock that she could not reach through the tight mesh of the cage.
An hour went by or perhaps more. Elenah had no watch and there was no way of keeping track of time. She began to feel the pangs of thirst. Her throat was very dry and she was probably badly dehydrated as a result of the drug that had been mixed with her wine. She knew that was what had happened. When she had glanced away to look at the painting that Helen had pointed out, the girl must have dumped something into her glass.
As the time passed Elenah’s fertile imagination began to envision what
might happen to her. What she
pictured was not pretty. She
could never forget the feeling of helplessness when she had been captured
and raped by Shark Stevens. It
had left her permanently scarred and with a deadly fear that she might be
captured once again. To that
end she had surrounded herself with the largest collection of hired guns
in
Another hour passed; and then another. Another natural urge began to play on Elenah. When were her captors coming for her and what did they plan? Anger began to replace her fear. She was after all the archcriminal her rivals called Stiletto. Strapped to her inner thighs were two deadly knives. For some reason she had not been searched and stripped of the weapons. It gave her hope. If her captors were careless she might still be able to escape. She began to formulate a plan as she waited.
They came for her at last, but it was not who she expected. Helen entered the room. She was simply dressed in a modest pink frock that made her appear the most naïve of virgins, but her face leered in triumph.
“So,” the young blonde crowed. “The great Stiletto cornered at last. And you were so easy to catch. You positively begged to be captured.”
“You little bitch,” Elenah returned, “I’ll cut your heart out.” She spoke with all the venom she could put into her voice, but was hardly convincing. It was hard for her to be threatening while crouched helplessly in the cage.
“Please,” Helen sneered. “Spare me your idle threats. You are completely at my mercy. I can do anything I want to you and you can’t fight back.”
Elenah tried another tack, seeking to find out why the girl seemed to hate her so wholeheartedly. “Alright,” she admitted. “I not in a strong bargaining position, but why did you do this? I did nothing to harm you and would have given you almost anything you asked if you had become my lover.”
“You’re such a fool,” Helen replied. Her voice was filled with hatred. “You don’t give a damn about anyone but yourself, do you? How many people have you had killed? Dozens? It doesn’t really matter how many. One of them was my father. A man you took down personally.”
Elenah was silent for a few seconds. “Personally?” she asked. “I can promise you I took no pleasure in it. I only killed to protect myself.” She tried to think of who Helen’s father might be. She had killed a half dozen men during her life, most of them at close range. Was it one of the hired killers who had tried to assassinate her? Or one of her former henchmen who had gone over to a rival and had to be eliminated? She didn’t recall. It could have been any one of them.
Helen looked at her with disdain. “You really don’t have any idea who I am do you? I’m Helen Scott. My father owned several speakeasies. He refused to pay protection and you paid him a visit. I was only fourteen when you killed him.”
Elenah remembered. Scott had enticed her into his office and then pulled a gun on her. He had ordered her to strip, and had bragged of how much he was going to enjoy her. She had killed him in self defence, but she doubted that any explanation would satisfy Helen. She also remembered something about Scott having a daughter and her aunt and uncle adopting her. It explained the name change.
“Look,” she began. “I’m sorry about what happened to your father, but it was him or …
“Shut up, you whore,” Helen raged. “You murdered my father and now you’re going to pay. Zhuang promised me as much time alone with you as I wanted and I’m going to make good use of it.”
“I can give you money,” Elenah began, still hoping for a way out of the trap.
“To hell with your money,” Helen replied. “Take off you clothes. You can start with the knives you have strapped to your thighs and then get rid of that elegant blue gown. I want to make sure that you’re not hiding anything else.”
Crouched in the cage, Elenah nevertheless remained defiant. “Go to hell. What do you think I am?”
“I think you’re a slut trapped in a cage. You can’t even take a piss unless I let you. How long to you think you can last before you wet your panties? And how long before you’re begging me for water just so you can piss again?”
Elenah realized that she was truly trapped. Helen had her at her mercy. “You can’t keep me caged, forever,” she protested. “Even Zhuang won’t allow that.”
“He promised me as much time as I wanted,” Helen replied. “What does he care how long I have you? You’re still out of the way. Without you your organization will begin to fall apart and then he can take over.”
Elenah realized the girl had her. “Alright,” she conceded, but you’ve got to let me out of here. She did not have to mention the reason.
Helen smiled. “The gown first. Then we’ll see about a restroom break.”
Elenah had no choice. Reluctantly, and with some difficulty in the confined space, she peeled off her gown. “Damn thing cost me a grand,” she thought. “And now it’s ruined.”
Underneath she was clad only in her garter belt, panties, nylons and the leather sheaths strapped to her thighs which contained her knives. One by one Helen forced her to get rid of each of these items until she crouch naked in the cage, her superb body completely exposed. “Alright,” she muttered to the grinning Helen. “You’ve had your fun. Now let me out.”
“I’d be pretty stupid to do that without taking some precautions wouldn’t I?” the girl asked. “Put these on.”
Elenah watched in resignation as Helen tossed two pairs of handcuffs on top of the cage. There was a slightly larger opening in the wire there, just large enough for Elenah to pull the shackles into the cage. She noted that there was something special about the cuffs. The chain connecting each shackle was about three feet long. As Elenah looked wonderingly at them Helen explained. “Put one shackle around your ankle and the other around your wrist. Then do the same with the other pair. When I’m satisfied you’ve done it properly you can come out.”
Much against her will, Elenah complied. Only then did Helen release the catch, allowing her to crawl from her cramped quarters. With her wrists shackled to her ankles there was not much Elenah could do. Naked and defenceless, she meekly followed Helen from the room.
Helen guided her down a concrete hallway to what appeared to be a locker room. In one section of it there were cubicles containing flush toilets and next to them a row of showers. Elenah made quick use of the former. Her bladder felt as if it was going to burst. Relieved, she exited the cubicle to find Helen waiting for her, the same irritating smile fixed on her face.
“Now it’s time to get you cleaned up,” the girl said. She was holding another length of chain in her hand. At one end was a shackle, much the same as those about Elenah’s wrists and ankles. At the other end was a leather collar, which she quickly secured to Elenah’s neck. As Elenah stood helplessly the girl led her under the shower head and locked the shackle onto the exposed pipe, forcing Elenah to stand where she was. Then Helen turned on the water.
“Aaahh!” Elenah gasped as the bitingly cold water struck her skin. Unable to move she waited for it to warm up, but if anything it seemed to get colder. Through the jets of water she saw Helen grinning even more widely.
“What?” the girl shouted above the sound of the pounding water. “You surely didn’t expect a warm shower did you? You’re my slave. And slaves don’t get warm showers.”
“Turn it off,” Elenah yelled. The water chilled her to the bone. In just the few seconds she had been standing under the spray parts of her skin had gone almost numb.
“When I’m satisfied you’re clean I’ll turn it off,” Helen shouted back. The smug look on her face revealed that her idea of clean would be rather excessive.
Elenah stood the cold water for about five minutes before she began to beg for mercy. Her entire body was shaking from the frigid water. Never had she imagined she could be so cold. The glacial temperature ate into her bones reducing her to a shuddering wreck, but she could not escape the chilling torent.
“Please stop,” she cried. She was almost weeping, her lips so cold they could hardly form the words. Helen watched with folded arms, a smile of smug satisfaction on her face.
Again Elenah pleaded with the girl, but she might as well have been talking to a wall. And in a few minutes she was. Helen left the shower room leaving Elenah to scream helplessly as the icy water chilled her to the bone.
The dark-haired archcriminal thrashed helplessly as the polar water leached the heat and strength from her body. Her strength drained from her like the icy water flowing down the drain. Her knees buckled and she sagged, the collar about her neck choking off her air. Her senses reeled, darkness closing in about her.
A sharp pain in her ribs and a mocking voice awakened her. “Get up, slut. You’re not getting off that easily.”
Elenah shivered, her body chilled to the core, but Helen would not let up, driving her foot into Elenah’s ribs until she forced herself to her feet. Her body shaking so much that she was barely able to walk, she was driven back to the room with the cage. From somewhere Helen had obtained a riding crop and she laid it liberally across Elenah’s back forcing the stumbling villainess forward whenever she hesitated.
They reached Elenah’s prison once more, but Helen did not force her back into the cage. Instead, she removed the handcuffs and irons from Elenah’s feet and ankles, leaving the frightened and still shivering women cowering on the floor. A few seconds later two large men entered the room. Elenah was barely aware of them as they lifted her toward the iron frame in the centre of the room.
As Elenah had already observed, the metal frame resembled the head of an iron bedstead, consisting of two upright metal stanchions about four feet tall joined by crosspieces at the top and centre so that it resembled an inverted letter U joined by a second bar. Following Helen’s instructions, the two henchmen forced Elenah’s elbows over the top bar, lifting her onto the tips of her toes as her weight shifted onto her arms. They tied her wrists to the second bar so that she was arched backward over the top bar, her ample breasts swaying invitingly.
Elenah gasped at the pain, now awakened from the semi-conscious condition of her cold water ordeal. She was suddenly and fearfully aware that she was nude from head to foot and hopelessly vulnerable to the two men carrying out Helen’s orders. Her chest heaved with fear and the strain of holding her position, but it was not the two leering thugs who were the first danger.
Helen paraded in front of her now trembling victim, noting with satisfaction that the dark-haired villainess was now beginning to sweat with terror. “I see I’ve found a way to warm you up after your bath, bitch,” Helen sneered. “Things are about to get even hotter.” She slapped the riding crop into the palm of her hand. Elenah shuddered.
“Look,” Elenah pleaded, “you’ve got to believe me. I killed your father in self-defence. He was going to rape me.”
“Lying whore,” Helen screamed. She raised the riding crop and brought it down across Elenah’s breasts.
Elenah screamed at the sudden intense pain as the crop lashed across her nipples. “Stop, you little bitch! I told you it was self defence!”
Helen’s face twisted into a snarl and brought the crop down again in almost the same spot. “You filthy, lying whore. I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” She raised the crop, and in a frenzy brought it down again and again, each blow aimed at Elenah’s heavy breasts.
Elenah shrieked after every blow, twisting her exquisite body under the rain of punishment. Finally, Helen staggered away, her long blonde hair in complete disarray and her chest heaving from exertion. Elenah stood, still on tiptoes to relieve the strain in her arms, her breasts marked and bleeding from a score of vicious cuts. Helen, however, had one more torment for her.
“Do what you want with the whore,” she said to the two heavyset henchmen who had watched the entire proceeding. Both men responded eagerly, moving forward as Helen left the room.
“Oh, this is gonna be some fun,” said the first of the men. He was not tall, being of only average height, but he must have weighed in at close to 250 pounds.
The other man growled his agreement. “Fucking bitch killed several of my buddies. It’s going to be fucking great paying her back.”
Elenah looked at the two thugs, one as wide a barn door and about as intelligent, and the other well over six feet and weighing about the same as his friend. Even through the pain of Helen’s beating, she felt sheer terror at what was going to happen to her. “Please,” she pleaded. “I can pay you. Help me get away and you’ll be rich men.”
“We’ll be fucking dead men,” Heavyset replied. “If Zhuang can get you, what chance would we have of escaping him?”
“Besides,” said Tall, “I’m guessing we can fuck you and you’ll still make the offer.”
“No,” continued Elenah. She twisted her body reflexively as the horror of the threatened violation, “don’t do this. You’ll live to regret it.”
“Now she’s making threats,” Heavyset growled. He stepped toward her, unbuckling his belt as he moved. “Time to have a little fun.”
“Nooo!” Elenah cried, her voice rising in a scream.
“Time to shut this bitch up,” Tall said, moving behind her. He yanked her head back and stuffed a length of cloth into her mouth, then bound it in place with a length of rope.
“Mmmpphh!” Elenah grunted, her eyes wide in terror as heavyset lifted her legs and moved between her velvet smooth thighs.
“Help me hold the bitch,” Heavyset ordered. Tall moved around behind him and lifted her legs, holding them just above the ankles.
Elenah cried out again in terror, her cries muffled by the gag and then she screamed as Heavyset penetrated her.
“Tight fucking bitch,” Heavyset grunted. He gripped her rounded beautifully backside and pulled her toward him, seeking deeper penetration.
“Mmmhhh! MMPPPH!” Elenah’s cry of pain could be heard even through the crude gag as Tall pulled on her ankles, adding his strength to Heavset’s thrusts. Heavyset’s heavy shaft pierced her like a ram battering down the gates of a castle.
Fear gripped Elenah like a vise, clamping her heart and twisting her gut into knots. She was almost sick as the painful and humiliating ordeal continued. Her mind reeled with the horror of the situation, flashing back to the vicious loss of her virginity at the hands of the now dead crime boss, shark Stevens. That attack had almost broken her, as Steven’s had intended it to. Only her natural toughness and intelligence had seen her through the ordeal. She called on that now, fighting back against the terror that threatened to destroy her.
“It’s only my body,” she thought, as she suppressed another cry of pain. “They can hurt me, but not defeat me unless I let them.” A whimper escaped her lips as Heavyset sank his fleshy lance even more deeply within her. The pain and humiliation of the ordeal were almost overwhelming. Somehow, however, she hung on; hung on despite Heavyset’s deliberate attempts to make her cry out; hung on despite the powerful hands that crushed her breasts; hung on despite the terrible fear that she might be impregnated like the Black Leopard and Jahlen.
That last fear was almost greater than her fear of death. She had sneered at Li Mei and Jahlen when they had come to her seeking help after their brutal ordeal at the hands of Zhuang and his henchmen. Defeated and pregnant, the two women had turned to her in their hour of need and she had reluctantly given them shelter. Now she might share the same fate, and ironically her only hope of escape might be if the two women she had so reluctantly sheltered came to her aid.
Heavyset bellowed like a bull as he shot his viscous cream into her. He staggered back, breathing heavily and then stepped aside as Tall took his place. “You sure make her wiggle,” Tall remarked. “Now it’s my turn to make her scream.” He had already unzipped his pants. Elenah noted that if anything he was even better endowed than Heavyset. Working hard to control her fear she awaited her next sexual ordeal.
It was even worse than she feared and came close to breaking her. Tall was not content merely to rape her and torment her already lacerated breasts, he was a true sadist. “Let’s see how the bitch handles this,” he grinned. With Heavyset’s help he forced Elenah’s legs as far apart as he could and then lashed each of her ankles to the outside of the metal frame.
“Mmmmpphh!” Elenah protested. It felt as if Tall was trying to tear her apart. The agonizing position left her spread-eagled and open to easy sexual invasion. Despite of her strength of will, Elenah nearly broke as Tall raped her. Her physical position was incredibly painful, and Tall, with Heavyset’s eager participation, did everything he could to cause her pain. driving into her overstretched body and hammering her hard against the metal frame. Already exhausted and near the end of her mental endurance, Elenah struggled to keep her sanity as she was violated.
“God, this cunt is tight,” Tall gasped as he pumped into his moaning victim. “I’d have thought you’d have loosened her up a little.”
“That’s a dyke for you,” commented Heavyset, as he pinched Elenah’s nipples. “Never had a real man before.”
Elenah’s chest heaved as Tall hammered into her. She was almost beyond her endurance and her tears mixed with the sweat that covered her body, but Heavyset and Tall were far from finished with her. The ordeal went on and on, as Tall finished with her and a revitalized Heavyset raped her a second time. The two brutal thugs seemed inexhaustible, taking her again and again until the entire frighteningly brutal trial merged into one long hellish ordeal that left her barely conscious of her surroundings.
“Shit, I’m hungry. Could do with a bite to eat and a few beers,” Tall remarked as he pulled his deflated member from Elenah’s filth-soaked body. She stank of semen and sweat, and her body was covered with bruises and bite-marks. Rivulets of blood trickled down her thighs and pooled at her feet.
“Right you are,” Heavyset agreed. “I’m too used up to have another go at this bitch. I need something to drink.”
Still gagged, Elenah was in no position to respond, and even had she been able to there was little she could say. A sense of relief swept over her as she realized her ordeal was temporarily ended, but that was quickly replaced by a feeling of apprehension as to what else Helen might have planned for her. She was still bound to the metal frame, although not so painfully as the first time Tall had raped her. Her arms were still bent over the top bar of the frame and supported most of her weight, although by standing on tiptoes she could relieve some to the strain of the painful position. She was, however, so exhausted by the brutal ordeal that she could barely stand, and slumped forward, her shoulders almost dislocated from the strain of bearing most of her weight.
She watched as her two violators left. Deep within her, some of her spirit still lived. “I’ll get out of this,” she thought. “And when I do I’ll remember those two bastards.”
Her fleeting thoughts of vengeance were interrupted by Helen’s reappearance. No doubt she had seen the two thugs leave and taken it as her cue to return. The girl wrinkled her nose as she entered the room. “God, you stink,” she said. Then her expression changed slightly. Her eyes barely open and whimpering with pain, Elenah sensed that the girl was somewhat shocked at her victim’s appearance.
“What did she think those two bastards were going to do to me,” Elenah thought, “invite me for tea?”
Helen approached tentatively. Clearly she did not want to soil herself by touching the woman she had ordered raped. Slowly she circled her victim and then taking out a knife she cut the ropes binding Elenah to the metal frame.
Elenah’s knees buckled and she fell to the concrete floor. She tried to rise, but her arms and legs would not support her, she had the strength only to pull the rope from her mouth and spit out the gag. Gasping like a fish she lay on the cold concrete, the heat seeping from her body.
Helen stood looking down at her. An expression resembling pity flashed briefly across the blonde’s face; replaced by one of disappointment. Then her face hardened once more, and without a word she turned away.
Elanah tried to rise, but fell back. She was alone, but too beaten to escape. “I can’t just lie here," she thought. Gathering her strength she forced herself to rise, using the metal frame to help her stand. She wondered why Helen had not continued to punish her. She had expected more torture from the striking blonde, if not execution, but for some reason the young woman had simply walked away without a word. She hadn’t even bothered to gloat over the condition of her victim.
She took one hesitating step forward. Agony shot through her tortured loins and she almost fell. The cage with her blue gown was just steps away. Gritting her teeth, she limped forward trying to ignore the pain that shot through her.
A low chuckle froze her in her tracks. Without turning she knew who was behind her. Slowly, with as much dignity as she could muster, Elenah turned.
Zhuang Zhijian smiled. “Forgive me,” he said, inclining his head slightly. “I should have welcomed you upon your arrival, but I had promised the young blonde time alone with you first. I see she has made good use of her opportunity.”
Elenah met Zhuang’s sardonic gaze without flinching. Naked and alone, she battled back her fear and stared back at the crimelord.
“I see,” Zhuang remarked, “that you are not quite broken, but I doubt you will last much longer. Why not save yourself several hours of suffering and give me what I want? You know exactly what it is.”
From somewhere Elenah found the strength to speak. “Go to hell. You are nothing but filth. A pompous blimp who uses women to do his bidding.”
Zhuang’s expression did not change. “I was hoping that you might prove intractable. It will be most amusing to see just how long you last.” He motioned to the three henchmen who had accompanied him. “Clean her up and then bring her to me in my room. She and I have some business to discuss.”
Elenah’s knees buckled as Zhuang’s henchmen took her under each arm. She could not give in to Zhuang. Her life would not be worth a cent once he had the information she held, but she trembled at what awaited her. Fighting back her tears she was dragged quaking from the room, Zhuang licking his lips as he watched her go.
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