Natassia was in a very tough part of
town. She was dressed in an
attractive pink frock. It set
off her gorgeous figure without being too
provocative. She did not want
anyone to think that she was a woman of easy
virtue. One of the advantages
of being unnaturally strong was that she did not have to track criminals
in some exotic costume the way that the Jade Dragon
did. She could go into dangerous
areas dressed normally and wait until the criminals came to
her. In the last few weeks she
had surprised many a thug seeking an easy
victim. Dressed the way she was,
she resembled an attractive, but defenseless female who had wandered into
the wrong part of town. The ploy
had worked so well that she had made it a permanent part of her
routine.
She preferred, of course, to change into her Nova costume whenever
possible. That way she could
preserve her anonymity and use the same trick over and over
again. Most of the time she managed
to see an attack coming soon enough to make a quick costume
change. At other times she had
to go along with the criminal for a time and wait until he was off
guard. When this happened she
found that the crooks were usually most
cooperative. They had no inkling
that the beautiful girl in the pretty pink dress was actually a formidable
crime fighter. On one occasion
she had actually let a couple of thugs take her
prisoner. That had been quite
exciting as they had bound her hands behind her
back. They were most surprised
to be attacked from behind by a superheroine the moment they turned their
backs on her.
There were quite a few Chinese merchants in this part of
town. These immigrants were quite
often targets for criminals, as they rarely went to the
police. Most of the time Natassia
just listened to them while she pretended to
shop. She had picked up quite
a bit of information about criminal activity that
way. She had surprised a few
shopkeepers whom she felt she could trust by addressing them in their own
language. Her judgment had been
proved correct. These men made
valuable allies in her attempts to ferret out crime in one of the most lawless
parts of
In the guise of Nova, Natassia was slowly gaining a formidable reputation,
but she had still not been able to establish contact with the Jade Dragon
or any of the other superheroines in
Today was a bit slow. Perhaps
it was because criminals were becoming more cautious since so many of them
had been apprehended in the last few months or perhaps Natassia was simply
in the wrong place at the wrong time.
In any case, she wandered throughout the streets of
It was a petty criminal and bagman called
“Thimbles” Malone. She
had no idea where the hoodlum had gotten such an unusual nickname; she only
knew that he was a rather nasty piece of
work. Wherever he was, foul play
could not be far behind.
Quickly, Natassia ducked into another alley across the street from where
she had spotted the villain. A
few seconds later she reemerged, dressed as
Nova. She had gotten rather good
at making the quick change from naïve innocent to dynamic
crimefighter.
Thimbles had emerged from the alley.
Silently, Natassia swung in behind him, keeping out of sight but following
closely enough to make sure that he did not give her the
slip.
Thimbles entered one of the shops.
Natassia hovered near the
entrance. She was close enough
to hear what was going on in the store without being observed by her
quarry.
“…a bit behind in your payments,” said
Thimbles. Natassia had caught
him in mid-sentence. The hoodlum
was talking to a Chinese shopkeeper.
“The interest is climbing every
day. Pretty soon you’ll
owe too much to pay me.”
“Please Mr. Thimbles,” the shopkeeper
begged. “It has been bad
week. I no have the money now,
but next week be better. I pay
you then.”
“Next week you’ll owe me
triple. No
deal. I want payment
now. It’s obvious you
ain’t got the cash. And
you know what that means.”
Thimbles had taken a blackjack out of his pocket and was slapping
it into his palm for emphasis.
“Please no, Mr. Thimbles. No
hurt me. I can no pay if you
break my leg.”
“You’re out of time, Wong.
Normally I’d break both your
legs. But I’m a reasonable
man. I’m prepared to cancel
the debt. We can start
over. Just hand me over your
daughter.”
“No!” shouted Wong, his voice full of
indignation. “You no can
have her. You take me
instead.”
“Have it your way,” said Thimbles, hefting the
blackjack. “Maybe a short
session will change your mind.”
Natassia stepped into the doorway.
She had heard enough.
“You’re a little far from your rathole aren’t you,
Thimbles?”
Thimbles almost wet himself. He
knew that voice! Whirling, he
turned to face the heroine.
Nova stood in the doorway, her hands on her
hips. “I caught you shaking
down someone last month. I told
you then that I only give one warning.
You’ve had your chance.”
Thimbles cringed, falling to his hands and
knees. He knew what happened
to those who crossed Nova more than once.
Their bodies usually turned up in the streets as a warning to
others.
Natassia stepped forward. With
one hand she picked up the shaking criminal by the front of his shirt and
took him outside.
“Please,” he pleaded, “don’t kill
me. I have
news. I can tell you something
no one else knows.”
Nova hesitated. “I’ll
give you tens seconds to give me a reason why I shouldn’t wring your
neck.”
“I know where your friends are.
I can help you save
them.”
“Friends?” queried Natassia,
surprised. “What
friends?”
“Why, the Jade Dragon and Scarlet Falcon, and that invisible
broad. Brick has
them.”
Natassia was stunned. She had
not suspected that anything had happened to the heroines she
idolized. “Tell me
more.”
“Brick caught ‘em yesterday.
He’s gonna play with them awhile, and then kill
‘em.”
Natassia relaxed her grip.
“Where are they?”
“In Brick’s HQ,” the small time thug
answered. “You know; the
old police station.”
Natassia released him.
“You’ve saved your life.
Next time you won’t be so lucky, so stay out of my
way.”
Thimbles scampered off before she changed her
mind. Natassia re-entered
Wong’s store. “I
don’t think you’ll be bothered by that clown
anymore. But I need some
help. What is the fastest way
to get me across town?’
Wong took both of Natassia’s hands in
his. “I help you gracious
lady. I have
car. I take
you.”
Wong’s car turned out to be a very beaten up old Model A
Ford. Natassia had grave doubts
about whether or not it would make it any distance, but it started after
a couple of tries and they were on their
way. Along the way she had more
than enough time to realize that she might have made better time if she had
just run across town, but once in the car she didn’t want to insult
the merchant who was trying to help her.
An hour later the dilapidated old vehicle came to a grinding halt
in front of Brick’s HQ.
Natassia thanked Wong and got out of the
car. Without hesitating, she
headed straight up the stairs into the
building. It was a most dangerous
act. She might have super strength,
but as she had found out, a bullet could take her out just like anyone
else. Fortunately, the entrance
seemed not to be guarded. She
wondered about this, but was in too much of a hurry to think long about
it.
A short way into the building she came to a large foyer. A pair of elevators
was off to her right and to the left was a flight of
stairs. Here she encountered
her first opposition. A couple
of Brick’s henchmen were lounging near the center of the
room. Probably they were supposed
to be guarding the main entrance to the building, but instead they were playing
cards. Natassia was upon them
before they even knew she was there.
She grabbed the nearest thug by the scruff of his neck and bounced
him off the wall of the room. He
hit with a satisfying crash and slumped to the
floor. The second thug made a
vain grab for his gun, but Natassia seized his wrist in a crushing
grip.
“Aarrrggh!
Let go! You’re breaking my
arm!”
“Where is
everyone? This place seems
deserted. Tell me the truth or
I’ll do more than break your arm,” Natassia said
icily.
“They’re in the subbasement.
Two levels down,” replied the panic-stricken
crook. He whimpered as Natassia
increased the pressure. “The
super babes are there. Brick
is having fun with them.”
“Thanks,” said Natassia, smacking the side of his head
lightly. The impact knocked the
thug ten feet across the room.
The subbasement. It looked as
if there were two ways to get there.
She could take the elevator, which seemed like a rather poor
idea. It would be too easy to
get trapped. That left the
stairs. If they were as poorly
guarded as the rest of Brick’s fortress she should be able to surprise
the thugs before they knew she was there.
She had to act quickly; Natassia could guess Brick’s idea of
fun.
As she had hoped the staircase was not
guarded. She quickly made her
way to the lowest part of the building.
The door at the bottom of the stairs opened into a dark concrete
corridor. To her right the corridor
appeared to end in a blank concrete wall.
To her left the corridor went on for about 30 feet and was blocked
by a large steel door.
Natassia moved toward the door. It
looked new and very heavy. If
it was locked it might be beyond even her strength to
move. A massive wheel controlled
the locks that closed the door.
Natassia seized the wheel in both
hands. To her relief it turned
easily. Swinging noiselessly
on well-oil hinges, the ponderous door swung
open. To her surprise all that
was revealed was a continuation of the
hallway. About twenty feet father
on was another steel door. Natassia
was reminded of the watertight bulkheads found on
battleships.
“Strange,” she thought.
“Surely one door would be enough to seal off this section of
hallway. Why
Two? There must be something
mighty important down here to install such
security.”
She moved toward the second door.
Like the first, it was controlled by a large wheel
lock. Unlike the first, however,
this was securely locked. Even
straining her magnificent muscles to the full produced no result, other than
to warp the heavy metal of the locking
wheel. Disappointed, Natassia
turned back only to see the door behind her swinging silently
shut. Too late, she lunged at
the closing door. It closed with
a dull thud, followed by a clicking sound as the locks were moved into
place. She was
trapped!
Stunned, the heroine simply stood in front of the door for several
seconds. Then like a caged animal
she attacked the steel barrier, throwing all of her strength into the
assault. She knew before she
started, however, that her efforts would be
futile. Not even her strength
could move a metal barrier a foot thick, provided it was properly
anchored. For several minutes
she beat fruitlessly at the door striving in vain to move it, but she made
no headway.
Breathing heavily, more from frustration and fear than exertion, she finally
gave up. Instead she began to
survey her prison for some sign of
weakness. Perhaps the doors were
too strong to move, but the walls might be another
matter. With painstaking care
she investigated every inch of her prison, running her hands over the walls
and even getting down on her hands and knees to examine the
floor. But there was no way
out. The only opening in the
steel and concrete box she was trapped in was a small air duct in the
ceiling. She was glad of that;
at least she would not suffocate.
Frustrated, she sat down to think.
Perhaps if she pondered the situation long enough she would think
of a way out of her dilemma. It
was at that moment that she was overcome by an overwhelming desire to
sleep. She was very
tired. Probably it was the emotional
effects of being so easily captured that had brought on the spell of
drowsiness. She shook her head
and tried to stand up. Whatever
happened, she could not allow herself to fall
asleep. To her amazement, she
was too weak to stand. Only as
her eyes closed and sleep overwhelmed her did she suddenly realize that she
had been gassed!
“Ohhh!”
Natassia slowly returned
to consciousness. At first she
was quite confused. She could
not move any part of her body, yet her senses told her that she was in an
upright position. Her head hurt
ferociously and her vision was blurred.
For several minutes she could not
see. From somewhere behind her
she could hear screams. They
were the screams of women in terrible agony and
humiliation.
Her moan had alerted her captors.
“Hah-hah, the white angel has returned to
life.”
At first, Natassia could not identify the man who spoke, but slowly her vision
cleared. A hulking shaped loomed
before her. It was Brick
Henson.
“I was beginning to wonder if you would ever wake
up. You’re a damned sound
sleeper, and a mighty pretty one I might
add.”
As he spoke, Brick tilted her chin in his
hand. Repulsed, Natassia tried
to draw back, but was unable to move even a
millimeter. Quickly she assessed
her situation. She found that
she was secured in a huge triangular steel frame constructed of massive steel
I-beams of the sort used to build bridges and other large
structures. The apex of the triangle
met over her head and the base was at her
feet. Each of her arms had been
inserted through openings in the sloping sides of the triangle and although
she could not see her hands, her wrists were secured by massive
manacles. Her feet had been similarly
immobilized by inserting them into openings in the base of the
triangle. The metal sides of
the triangle were so thick that her arms disappeared almost up to the elbows
and her legs were encased in metal halfway to her
knees. To her relief, however,
she found that she was still wearing her
costume. It would have been so
easy for Brick or his thugs to have stripped her naked while she was
unconscious.
Brick rubbed his forefinger over her jaw, gently caressing her full
lips. Natassia made a face, clearly
indicating her disgust.
“A little fussy, ain’t you?” said Brick as if offended at
her obvious aversion to his touch.
“I think I’ll teach you a little manners and find out
what’s under that outfit at the same
time.”
Brick turned to one of his henchmen.
“Find my whip, the new one.
I want to try it out.”
Natassia strained against the contraption that held her
immobile. Helpless before her
enemy, Brick’s direct threat to her well-being gave her a sick feeling
deep in the pit of her stomach.
“Rotate her, Doc,” said Brick, turning to a gnomelike bespectacled
little man dressed in a white lab coat.
The little man flicked a couple of controls on a panel he was standing in
front of and Natassia felt the apparatus that held her
move. She now saw that the triangle
that held her was centered in the middle of a large metal circle that could
be rotated a full 360 degrees.
As the massive metal contraption rotated Natassia saw a horrifying
sight. She now knew the source
of the screams and moans of pain that she had heard
earlier. Strapped to three tables
were three young women. Natassia
knew at once that she was looking upon the three missing
superheroines. Each of the three
powerless women was impaled by a frightful machine that was plunging a massive
dildo in and out of their overstretched
vaginas. It seemed impossible
that the defenseless women could long last such brutal
torture. Natassia’s eyes
widened in fear. What kind of
a monster could do such things to helpless
women?
“Doc, turn off the Rapemaster,” ordered
Brick. “I want our other
guests to be able to appreciate this.”
The little scientist scampered to do Brick’s
bidding. Mercifully the hideous
mechanical rape stopped. All
three women lay groaning and weeping in the aftermath of their
ordeal.
Brick held a vicious three-tailed whip in his
hands. Each stand of the whip
consisted of tightly wound strips of leather and ended in a small steel
ball. Brick had been planning
to use it on the three heroines he had already captured, provided the Rapemaster
did not kill them first, but now he had a more preferable
target.
“Now it’s time to see what is underneath that tight-fitting
costume,” said Brick, hefting the
whip.
Drawing back his arm, Brick swung the whip with all the force he could muster
across Natassia’s bounteous exposed
bosom.
“Agghhh!”
Natassia
cried. The force of the blow
ripped open the front of her costume as if it was tissue
paper. Three bloody lacerations
stretched diagonally across her perfect breasts from her left collarbone
to the bottom of her right ribcage.
“Ugh!”
Brick grunted in
satisfaction. He raised the whip
to strike again, and then paused in
amazement.
“What the Hell?”
As he watched dumfounded, the bloody stripes slowly closed, healing
completely. Natassia was also
surprised; she had not expected this effect of the
Dragon’s
Eye.
“Christ,” Brick swore, “she can’t be
injured!”
For several seconds the hulking crimelord
hesitated. Then he raised the
whip again. “What the
hell,” he said.
“Let’s see how much she can
stand.”
THWACK!
The sound of the blow
echoed through the room. It seemed
impossible that chunks of Natassia’s flesh would not be torn off under
such a frightful blow.
“Aaahhhh!”
Natassia screamed in
pain as the lashes tore into her.
As before her wounds immediately began to
heal. Brick stood back
amazed.
“I can’t believe what I am seeing,” he
said. “This bitch ain’t
human.”
Handing the whip to one of his henchmen, Brick stepped up to the Natassia’s
suspended body. The two lashes
he had delivered had ripped the top part of Natassia’s skintight costume
to ribbons, exposing most of her chest from the upper swell of her breasts
almost to her navel.
Brick marveled at Natassia’s magnificent
physique. Her breasts were large
and perfectly formed, even more splendid than those of the Jade
Dragon. It seemed impossible
that they could hold their shape so perfectly without some form of
support.
Almost reverently, Brick ran his fingers over her satin
skin. “My god, it feels
like she is made of plaster!” he
exclaimed.
Using both hands, Brick squeezed her flawless
breasts. “Christ, her tits
feel like they’re made of rubber.
What kind of a woman is
she?” He turned to his
henchman. “Gimme back the
whip.”
“I’m gonna strip off some more of her skin and see what
happens.”
THWACK!
THWACK!
Brick laid on two more
lashes. The blows were accompanied
by screams of pain from Natassia.
Apparently the superheroine could be hurt, even if she couldn’t
be permanently damaged. But the
blows had accomplished something else.
The few remaining shreds of her costume were torn away, leaving her
exposed from neck to navel.
Brick started in surprise.
“God damn!” he
exclaimed. Suspended from the
heroine’s beautiful neck was a blazing green
gem. Even as he watched the flashing
stone increased in intensity.
“The stone is an energy source that directs its power into her
body!” It was the tiny demented
scientist, Ivan Retinoff.
“That explains why her body is so unnaturally firm and why wounds
heal almost instantly.”
“Oh yeah?” replied Brick.
“Let’s see.”
With a swift move, he tore the pendant and bright green stone from
Natassia’s neck.
Natassia’s exquisite breasts settled
slightly. With his left hand,
Brick took her left tit in his hand.
This time her flawless flesh was soft and yielding, the way a
woman’s breast was meant to be.
With a cruel grin, Brick nodded slightly.
“You’re right, Doc, it was the bloody
gem. Now let’s see what
she’s really made
of.”
THWACK! Brick
brought the lash down across Natassia’s
breasts.
“Aaaahhhh!” This
time Natassia’s scream was much
louder. Her beautiful body bucked
against its restraints.
Brick struck again, the force of his blows ripping open Natassia’s silken
skin. The maiden screamed in
agony as her blood splattered the area around
her. This time her wounds did
not heal.
Brick’s face reflected a devilish
joy. “That’s more like
it,” he muttered. He raised
the lash again.
PREVIOUS
CHAPTER
WIZARD'S LAIR
MAIN PAGE
L'ESPION'S
STORY PAGE
NEXT
CHAPTER