The
Misadventures of the
Black Leopard
Episode
1
The
Black Leopard’s Revenge
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Chapter
14
Interrogations
“Give them to me, kitten,” Jahlen said, using her pet name for Li Mei. “Perhaps I’ll have more luck with them.”
“Stupid numbers,” muttered the Black Leopard, tossing down one of the ledgers she had “persuaded,” Scarlatti to part with. “We’re wasting our time,” she fumed. “We need to find Elenah before Zhuang kills her if he hasn’t already done it.”
“If I know Zhuang she’s still alive,” replied Jahlen. “She might just wish she were dead. He’s not known for letting women off with something as easy as just killing them.”
Li Mei nodded. She and Jahlen had the unfortunate experience of learning first hand what happened to women that fell into Zhuang’s hands. The memory reminded her that she had not looked in on her daughter for an hour or so. She headed down the hall toward the nursery. Tiger was looking after both Qing Yuan and Li Ming. It had been decided that it was not a good idea to leave either of the infants unattended and Tiger seemed to quite enjoy babysitting.
Tiger was sitting in the middle of the floor on a circular rug with the two infants sitting on either side of her. On her lap was a rather large book from which she was reading aloud.
“What is that?” Li Mei asked.
Tiger looked up, her face aglow. “A story book I bought for Qing Yuan and Li Ming. It’s really interesting.”
Li Mei picked up the heavy tomb.
“The 1001 Nights”,
she read,
“Complete and Uncensored, Volume
I.”
“It’s full of stories,” Tiger chirped. “I especially like the pictures.”
Li Mei handed the book back. “I’m glad you like it,” she said. “But isn’t it a bit advanced for Qing Yuan and Li Ming?”
“They seem to like it,” Tiger answered, opening the book again. “They are always very quiet and attentive when I read.”
“Alright,” Li Mei agreed. “Just make sure you don’t forget to feed them and check their diapers once in a while. Jahlen and I are going out. We should be back in a few hours.”
Tiger nodded her head and thumbed through the book to the place where she
had been before Li Mei had interrupted.
“Let’s see. Where was I?
Ah yes.” She resumed
her reading.
Then
he bussed her and winding his legs round hers, as a button loop clasps a
button, he threw her and enjoyed her. On like wise did the other slaves with
the girls till all had satisfied their passions, and they ceased not from
kissing and clipping, coupling and carousing, till day began to
wane…
Qing Yuan and Li Ming burbled in infant excitement.
“It’s interesting the way those two children behave when they are around Tiger,” Jahlen observed. “They never cry or make a fuss.”
“Mmm,” Li Mei agreed. “I guess she just has a way with babies. Now let’s you and I see if we can’t find Elenah before Zhuang destroys her.”
Elenah moaned from atop Zhuang’s engorged member. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back and the elephantine arch villain gripped her hips as she raised and lowered her sweating body. She was exhausted from six straight hours of pleasuring the bloated crimelord, but she had little choice but to comply. As long as she was sexually gratifying the hippo-like villain he would not subject her to torture, something she feared much more than mere sexual humiliation. In spite of his gross obesity, however, it took a long time to satisfy Zhuang’s sexual appetite. She had, however, little choice but to serve him in any way he asked. When she was not satiating his sexual hunger she was forced to wait upon him like a slave. Prior to and during their most recent orgy he had consumed several dozen oysters, which might have had something to do with his incredible sexual endurance.
Zhuang grunted with carnal satisfaction. Above him the heaving, gasping body of his helpless rival rose and fell, her beautifully rounded breasts rotating erotically, her dark nipples dripping sweat as she heaved herself onto his manhood. Even more enjoyable than the sex, however, was the power he felt at having this magnificent woman under his control. However, as pleasing as his subjugation of the arrogant Italian bitch was, there was something even more important he had to determine and that was the numbers that the villainess contained within her head.
“Get off, he ordered. “And turn around.”
As the villainess complied, Zhuang pushed a button. A few seconds later one of his henchmen entered the room. Helpless and compliant as his captive was, he had no intentions of taking any chances with her. Her reputation as a ruthless killer was more than deserved, and he had no wish to be added to her list of victims. As the henchmen moved into position he produced a key and unlocked the handcuffs.
“Chain her to the rack,” he commanded.
“No!” Elenah cried as the two burly thugs took her arms and propelled her toward an upright metal frame. She knew what Zhuang intended and was filled with terror at what might be done to her.
Struggling all the way, she was dragged to the heavy metal frame of the rack. It was really a very simple device, consisting of two metal uprights about ten feet high that were set into the floor with metal crosspieces set across it at two foot intervals. Attached to the bottom of the frame were shackles for her ankles and at the top of the frame was a pulley connected to a set of chains and manacles intended for her wrists. She had seen the rack as soon as she had entered the room and its threatening presence had been more than enough to compel her to do whatever Zhuang demanded. Now, however, Zhuang had tired of his sexual games and the fear of what might be done to her left her legs like jelly.
“Please, Zhuang, no!” she cried as the shackles were clamped about her ankles. She strained to escape her captors, her statuesque body quivering as her arms were forced over her head and the manacles attached to the pulley were secured to her wrists.
Grunting at the effort, Zhuang rolled off the couch and pulled his robe closed. Then he lumbered across the floor and stood before the helpless villainess. His henchmen had shackled her so that her back was against the rack. “Now,” he said, “the entertainment is over. I want the numbers of your Swiss bank accounts and the codes for activating them.”
“I have no such codes,” Elenah gasped. Her exquisite body was drawn taut, her arms over her head. She was very much aware of the way Zhuang’s eyes took in her helpless body and they way they lingered on her breasts. But she could not give Zhuang the information he wanted. To do so would give him access to her entire fortune and even more important, eliminate her usefulness. Her only chance of survival was to deny him what he wanted most. At the same time, her gut twisted in fear. As Zhuang gave the order to begin the torture she cried out in abject terror.
Suzi moved stealthily toward Retinoff’s HQ. Fire trucks littered the street and a tangle of hoses ran haphazardly in all directions. Smoke still rose from the building, but the main fire seemed to have died down. It was her hope to take advantage of the confusion to enter the building undetected, but even as she watched a man strode from the building and accosted the fire chief. They seemed to argue and then the man took something from his coat pocket and handed it to the fire chief. The chief turned his back, screening whatever he had been given from his fellow firefighters. When he turned back his hands were empty and he immediately began shouting orders to his men to put away the equipment and go back to the fire hall. His men seemed puzzled, but after a few shouted questions they began to stow their gear.
“Damn,” Suzi thought. “Retinoff must have bought them out. Obviously he doesn’t want any strangers going into his HQ whether it is on fire or not.” It would make it much more difficult for her to enter Retinoff’s lair undetected, but she didn’t feel she had much choice. By now she was certain that Kyla was still somewhere in the building. In spite of the terrible risk she had to take the chance. There was no way that she could leave her companion at Retinoff’s mercy. Taking one last look to see if the way was clear she left the shadows of the building where she was hiding and sprinted towards Retinoff’s HQ.
Kyla’s breathing quickened slightly as Retinoff pulled the zipper at the back of her costume down to the hollow of her back. He had already removed her cowl and cloak, and her every instinct shouted at her to attempt to fight this invasion of her body. She knew, however, that such an effort would only give Retinoff and his henchmen more pleasure. There were few things more stimulating to a villain than the sight of a heroine struggling to escape from an unspeakable fate. In addition, she was held tight by two of Retinoff’s goons and her elbows were clamped tightly at the elbows. She had no choice but to remain calm and watch for her chance to escape.
The man Retinoff had referred to as Moreau moved closer. “Is she not exquisite, my friend?” Retinoff asked. “There is nothing so fine as the body of a superheroine.” He peeled the costume back from her shoulders, exposing her spine to just above the swell of her backside. “Hold her,” Retinoff ordered. “I am going to remove the shackles.”
The two men holding her pushed her toward the floor, while keeping a tight grip on her arms. Two others stepped forward and gripped her ankles, preventing any chance of escape. Kyla relaxed, allowing herself to be pinned and then waited until Retinoff unlocked the shackles pinning her elbows.
As she had thought, the men holding her had underestimated her strength. Although tall and slender, Kyla was a trained gymnast and six years of training under Master Zhou had changed her from an untrained adolescent to a highly skilled martial artist. Concentrating her energy she exploded into action.
The four men holding her were caught completely off-guard. It was a desperate action, and Kyla fought desperately knowing what her fate would be if she failed. Deep within the heart of the lair of one of her most hated enemies she battled to escape.
She ignored Retinoff, giving him only a light blow to his nose as her elbow was on its way to the jaw of the henchman who was trying to regain his grip on her arms. It was enough to cause the mad Russian to yip in fear and flee to a safe part of the room. “Grab her you fools,” he screamed. “Don’t let her get away.”
Wrenching her arms free she hammered the palm of her right hand into the face of one of the men still holding her ankles. The blow shattered his nose and sent him howling in pain. Her right leg now free, it took only seconds to take out the other two thugs who still had hold of her and break completely free.
But her freedom was illusory. From all corners of the room Retinoff’s henchmen charged toward her, but she now had one profound advantage. She disappeared.
The encircling thugs slowed. It was one thing to attempt to attack a target they could see, but now the object they had sought to harm seemed to no longer be there. Even those who knew of her powers came to a complete halt, milling about in confusion.
“You stupid bastards,” Retinoff screamed. “She’s still there. Get her before she gets past you.”
Even with Retinoff’s prompting, however, his men hesitated. It was simply impossible for some of them to move against something they could not see. It was not so for Kyla. Taking advantage of the confusion caused by her unexpected escape, she immediately went after the henchmen standing between her and the door. One by one they went down, taken out by a knife hand to the throat; a knee to the groin; the edge of her foot to the inside of a knee; and the spiked tips of her fingers to the solar plexus. She was almost to the door before the dazed thugs knew what was happening. She would have made it too, if Retinoff had not turned off the lights.
The windowless room was plunged into darkness, rendering her power of invisibility useless. Now everyone in the room was invisible and her advantage was gone. Confusion reigned in the darkened room and above it rose the sound of Retinoff’s shrill voice. “Get her, you fools. She can’t see any better than you can. Grab her before she gets away.”
Kyla still had one advantage. She knew that everyone in the room was an enemy. She was free to take out anyone who touched her, and for the first few seconds of darkness, she did just that. However, within seconds she was just as confused as everyone else about which direction she was going. Blundering blindly through the darkened room, hoping desperately that she was headed for the door, she crashed into henchman after henchman and used her skills to take out each one in turn. Eventually, however, through sheer chance she was bound to run into someone who hit back.
Someone (she never did learn who), connected with a wild swing that caught the back of her head. The impact drove her face first to the floor, her head contacting the side of a fixed counter on the way down. The double impact left her semiconscious form sprawled on the concrete floor. She was vaguely aware of Retinoff screaming at his men to call out if they had caught her and realizing that she had better maintain her cloaking ability. But a few seconds later, her head pounding in agony, she heard something that should have sent chills through her had she not been in so dazed a condition.
“Here boss! Over here! She’s out cold.”
That was not precisely true, but it was close enough. The lights flicked on again and still barely conscious of her surrounding, Kyla felt half a dozen hands lay hold of her, and then before she could react, her costume was pulled down to her waist and her wrists were once again shackled behind her back. Only as her head cleared did she realize how perilous and humiliating her position was.
She was on her knees, naked to the waist, her hands handcuffed behind her back. On either side of her one of Retinoff’s henchmen held her to keep her from falling, while in front of her, the mad Russian drooled over his prize.
“You see, my dear Moreau,” he crowed, “just how deadly these heroines are. No one would have expected her to stage so spectacular an escape attempt. It caught even me off-guard. However, it was most entertaining and will make her punishment and subjugation that much more enjoyable.”
“Punishment?” Moreau asked.
“Of course, my dear Doctor,” Retinoff gushed. “She must be punished. She attempted to escape and injured two of my men. Not to mention the damage she caused to my installation. Such actions cannot be ignored.”
Moreau smiled. “And this punishment…?”
“Oh I will try to think of something original, but actually I am really running out of ideas as to how to torment heroines. I have done pretty much everything to them sexually, short of actual dismemberment, which sort of defeats the purpose really.”
“Perhaps I can think of something,” Moreau smiled.
“Indeed,” Retinoff replied. “I would very much like to see that. What did you have in mind?”
“Let’s play with her for a bit first,” Moreau suggested. “What I am considering may prove to be something that even a superheroine may have difficulty surviving.”
Kyla listened to the banter between the two evil scientists without commentary. Her head ached so severely that she could barely think straight, but she was fully conscious of the danger she was in. As Retinoff and Moreau approached her, she raised her head, trying to ignore the pygmies inside her head that were slamming the inside of her skull with sledgehammers.
“You scum,” she gasped. “I have people who know where I am. You can’t get away with this.”
“Another heroine characteristic,” Retinoff explained, “is the idle threat. She is completely at my mercy and yet she acts as if it is I who has something to fear. It makes it so much more enjoyable when she finally begins to scream in pain and beg for mercy.”
Retinoff bent his head low. “And I assure you,” he continued, “that you will indeed beg for mercy.”
Retinoff’s hand curved over Kyla’s left breast, squeezing the soft yet firm flesh gently. Then he tenderly took her erect nipple between thumb and forefinger. “Look at these, Doctor,” he drooled. “Like ripe oranges. The breasts of a superheroine.”
Moreau joined Retinoff and grunted approvingly as his hand closed over Kyla’s other breast. “Exquisite,” he muttered. “Shall we have a look at the rest of her?”
“Place her on the table,” Retinoff ordered. “And make sure her legs are secured.”
Four men lifter Kyla from the floor, one taking each of her limbs and carried her over to a table that had been cleared of objects. Retinoff had her placed face down on its surface, and then while she struggled in vain to escape, pulled off the rest of her costume, leaving her wearing nothing but a pair of very sheer panties.
Retinoff ran his fingers over the smooth contours of her derriere, moving his hands between her thighs and caressing her womanhood. “She is a sweet one,” he salivated. “Heroines are wonderfully tight and moist.”
“You bastards,” panted Kyla. She continued to struggle futilely, her body now slick with sweat as the two men touched and probed the most intimate recesses of her anatomy.
“Let’s tame her a little first, and make sure that she is a bit more responsive. ” Retinoff said, as he opened a drawer and took out a couple of vials along with a large syringe.
He plunged the syringe into the first vial, squirted a bit of liquid from the tip of the needle and approached the apprehensive heroine. “This should eliminate that nasty habit she has of disappearing “ He plunged the needle into Kyla’s gluteus maximus.
“Uuugh!” Kyla grunted at the searing pain that surged through her body. It felt as if Retinoff had injected her with molten lead. The pain passed, however, and she watched with apprehension as he refilled the syringe from the other bottle.
“I’ve used this before with great success,” Retinoff explained. It greatly heightens the libido, something that is generally lacking in most captured superheroines.”
The effect of the second drug was exactly the opposite. Instead of pain there was a warm surge that seemed to focus in the region of her loins. Suddenly Kyla wanted very much to feel a man inside her. It was a feeling she immediately sought to suppress, but she could not hide the wetness that Retinoff detected between her legs.
Retinoff probed her vulva, running his finger into the tight
slit. “She’s dripping
like a tap,” Retinoff crowed.
“I think it’s time to have some fun.”
Moreau raped her first. Two of Retinoff’s henchmen turned her face up and spread her legs and then Retinoff’s mysterious colleague moved between Kyla’s silken thighs. Battered and bruised, Kyla offered what opposition she could, but the drug that Retinoff has shot into her buttock did its work. She had to bite back a moan of pleasure as Moreau entered her and her back arched in invitation as he pinned her to the table top and proceeded to give her a thorough fucking.
The heroine flushed with shame as her body responded uncontrollably to Moreau’s ruthless violation. She clenched her teeth as he gripped her swollen breasts and twisted her taut nipples.
“Bitch,” Moreau grunted. “One shot of that serum and she turns into a real whore.” He pounded into her mercilessly as she writhed half in sexual fervour and half in shame and torment. Finally finished he ejaculated into her and with a groan of pleasure pulled out of her.
A few feet away Retinoff cackled. “She is not what you expected is she, doctor? There is nothing like superheroine cunt, but now it is time to get down to business.”
“Bring her over here,” Retinoff ordered the men holding Kyla down. Grinning, the men complied, lifting the helpless heroine by her arms and legs and carrying her across to where the mad doctor waited.
Her loins burning with desire, Kyla suppressed a moan as she was hauled across the room. What she saw in front of her temporarily drove all thoughts of lust from her mind. It was a raised platform with two metal post set into the center of it. Attached to the posts were sets of metal rings to which ropes or manacles could be secured. But what really set her heart racing was a small set of chains that ended in two large fishhooks.
She began to struggle without thinking, heaving her body against the four men who held her, but with her wrists still locked behind her she offered only feeble resistance. “I see that you remember, Blue Avenger,” Retinoff smirked.
Moreau looked puzzled and so as Retinoff secured the struggling heroine to the platform he explained. “The Blue Avenger and I go back a long way. This is not the first time that I have had her in my power. I remember the first time I ever saw her. She was on her knees in the subbasement of Brick Henson’s HQ. At the time I was a mere flunky, renting out my services to the brutish thug, but I do remember that he had the Blue Avenger in a most interesting position. I have long thought about that position and have decided to replicate it here.” He looked at the struggling heroine. “I see that our heroine remembers as well.”
Kyla could not mask her fear. That
torture session with Brick Henson was burned into her
memory. It was the first time
she had been captured by a member of the
Kyla was almost frantic with terror as Retinoff locked each of her upraised wrists to one of the rings on the posts flanking her. She knew what was coming next and the thought had her almost sick with fear. On her knees, with her arms pulled up behind her, Kyla could only watch as Retinoff moved in front of her.
He picked up one of the large hooks and held it in front of her small, quivering breasts. Kyla swallowed, attempting to remain calm, but her fear was clearly etched in her face. Retinoff grinned, his thin face pitched into a mask of evil. He was clearly enjoying the game he was playing with the helpless heroine.
Moreau moved closer, the better to witness the Blue Avenger’s painful lesson. A low chuckle of anticipation rumbled in his throat. Retinoff grinned at him. “Would you like to do the honours, Doctor?”
Moreau nodded, taking the needle-tipped hook from Retinoff’s fingers. Kyla bit back a whimper as he took her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Moreau looked directly into her eyes and pushed the tip of the hook into the soft tissue just below her areola.
Kyla reacted with a quick intake of breath as the cruel barb penetrated her breast, sinking into the tender flesh until it ripped into view just above hr nipple. Blood trickled from the agonizing wound and the heroine twisted as the excruciating pain shot through her breast. Her breath quickened until she was panting with the self control required to keep from screaming. But she knew that the hideous torture was about to get much worse. Moreau had picked up the other hook.
“She is strong,” Moreau commented. “The nigger bitch certainly made a fuss, but this one does not even whimper.”
“Oh, I think we’ll have her singing a tune soon enough,” Retinoff replied. “As a matter of fact I think it is going to become quite noisy.” As he spoke he revealed a bar gag he had taken from one of his cupboards. “I think this might be necessary to save our eardrums.” Moving behind the heroine he forced the bar between her jaws and tied it tight.
Saliva dripped from Kyla’s lips. Her teeth were clenched on the solid wooden bar Retinoff had clamped into her mouth. She bit down against the pain as Moreau’s fingers closed over the nipple of her other breast.
Kyla’s breath came in harsh gasps as she endured the second piercing. She had hoped that after the first one she would be somewhat inured to the pain, but it was just as brutally agonizing. As Moreau finished his bloody work her chest heaved.
“Excellent, Doctor,” Retinoff chirped as Moreau stepped back to admire his work. “Now we will find out just how strong she is.”
The diminutive scientist moved forward to complete Kyla’s torment. The wide-eyed and trembling heroine knew what was coming. She could only hope that she did not break down in front of her torturers.
Retinoff took the light chains attached to the hooks in his hands. Even that slight motion sent agonizing jolts of pain through Kyla’s nipples, but other than the sweat that beaded her body, she gave no sign of her torment. She had to bite down hard on the bar gag, however, to keep from screaming when Retinoff attacked the ends of each chain to a light spring that pulled viciously on the hook embedded in each breast. In an unconscious effort to ease the pain, she arched her body like a bow, increasing the frightening tension on her shoulders and arms. She was caught between two literally agonizing choices, that of attempting to alleviate the terrible pain in her breasts by almost dislocating her shoulders.
Retinoff smiled his vicious little grin. “What do you think, doctor?” he asked. “Will she last an hour before we have her screaming?”
Moreau shook his head. “The pain must be incredible. I give her no more than half an hour.”
“I’ll take you up on that,” Retinoff replied. “Shall we say a thousand dollars to make it interesting?”
Moreau grinned and nodded. Retinoff called for coffee and Danish, and sitting down with his fellow scientist, leaned back and waited.
Suzi slunk silently through the ruined corridors of Retinoff’s HQ. Whatever explosion had started the fire, it had made a thorough mess of the building. The floors were buckled and broken and great chunks of concrete had fallen from the ceiling. In addition, the air in some places was still filled with poisonous fumes. The ruin of the building and the caution necessary to avoid capture meant that her progress was slow, but she could not afford to take any chances. Stealth was her only choice. If she was captured… She put that thought out of her mind. She had been Retinoff’s victim once too often and to describe the experiences as terrifying would be an understatement.
She moved deeper into the building, descending level after unguarded level until she came to a section of the building that had experienced no damage. She entered this area with a sense of relief mixed with caution. She could now begin her search for the missing girl and Kyla, but she knew that her chances of discovery were now much greater. She would have to exercise all of her skill.
Fortunately, that skill was considerable. Without any special powers, Suzi had mastered the art of moving without being heard or seen, in spite of the ridiculously revealing crimson costume she wore. She moved only when she was sure that the way was safe, using the items from her utility belt to help her out. One such item was a tiny periscope. Any observer standing just a few feet away would have been very unlikely to notice the straw-thin extension she poked around the corner of each open corridor and room that she passed, but the view that it gave Suzi was enough to determine if the way was clear or if there were any objects hanging from the ceiling that might be some sort of spy camera created by Retinoff’s genius.
Slowly, forcing herself not to hurry, Suzi worked her way deeper into the vast underground complex that was Retinoff’s HQ, wondering if she was ever going to come to the end of the seemingly endless maze. Here and there she encountered a guard or at least one of Retinoff’s hired thugs. Whenever this happened she changed direction, taking an alternate route to what she hoped might be a meaningful destination. And then suddenly she was aware of something that sent a chill down her spine. She was being followed.
She didn’t know how she knew; perhaps it was the faint rasp of claw on concrete, or the soft touch of silken fur brushing a wall, but she knew with deadly certainty that there was someone or something tracking her. Softly she drew her weapons from their holsters, and turned her body in the direction of the danger. Then stepping like a ghost she moved backward down the corridor.
The attack when it came was lightning fast. Had she not anticipated it she would certainly have been killed. From out of the darkest part of the corridor came a black blur that seemed all teeth and claws. It shrieked horribly as it came; an incredible animal sound that almost froze the blood in her veins.
It was her training that saved her. Even as the gaping fang-filled jaws opened to clamp on her skull and the finger-long razor edged claws sought to rip her body apart, she flung her body to one side and squeezed the triggers on her sidearms. The bullets, propelled at an enhanced speed, exploded from the barrels of her guns, and tore into the hideous creature that leapt upon her.
Even in death the beast sought to destroy. The high velocity projectiles shredded the beast’s body, literally tearing it apart, but it was still able to make contact with its quarry as one sickle-shaped claw caught Suzi in the shoulder.
Suzi’s spider silk costume saved her from a savage wound. But the impact of the claw was still brutal enough to leave a large welt under its scarlet threads and hurl her hard against the wall. She bit back a cry of pain, knowing that the sound of her guns going off had made noise enough. The sound echoed through the underground corridors reverberating off into the distance.
“Damn,” she thought. “What the hell was that?” Getting to her feet, and rubbing her bruised shoulder she stepped toward the still body of the beast that had attacked her.
“Geez,” Suzi murmured. “That’s one hell of a watch dog.”
What she was looking at was a creature about the size of a lion, but equipped with giant scythe-like claws reminiscent of those of some enormous anteater. Enormous hind legs, like those of a clawed kangaroo formed the largest part of its hindquarters. Its head was something between that of a rat and some hideously malformed cat, with knifelike fangs in place of the usual rodent’s teeth.
“This is bizarre even for Retinoff,” Suzi mused, holstering her guns. “First the talking ape, and now this. What is he trying to do?”
She looked nervously down the corridor, listening for any sound. There might be more of these strange beasts and there was always the possibility that Retinoff’s men had heard her guns go off. She stood silently for a full minute, listening; then hearing nothing, continued her slow progress, moving slowly through the concrete tunnels until she came to a heavy metal door.
It was different from the other doors she had passed and was solidly locked. Suzi took out her lock-picking tools and went to work. It took her a good fifteen minutes to work through the first lock, but once she had solved that it took her only a few minutes more to deal with the other two. As she defeated the last lock she stowed her tools and then slowly eased the door open.
Suzi wrinkled her delicate nose as the door slipped open. The room was full of animal smells and was more dimly lit than the corridors. Drawing her guns she stepped through the door and into a nightmare.
The room was lined with cells. That was not at all disturbing in itself, but what was in them was.
“My god!” Suzi gasped aloud as she stood before the first cell. In front of her was a creature from her worst dreams. It was man-sized and possessed the arms, shoulders, and torso of a powerfully built adult male. But there the similarity stopped. Its legs were clearly those of a bull, ending in cloven hoofs, and the head was bovine, but horribly distorted as if something had gone wrong when the beast was created. It was almost as if an attempt had been made to force human features onto those of a bull or vice-versa. For a brief second she and the creature stared at one another and then the strange beast let out a bovine bellow.
The sound echoed through the room. Immediately there were answering sounds from every cage. It was as if she had walked into the middle of a zoo at feeding time. “Damn,” exclaimed Suzi, “they’ll bring every guard in the place.”
She looked back toward the door, which she had fortuitously closed behind her. Perhaps with some luck the sound would not penetrate the heavy steel, but she dared not retreat the way she had come. Instead she moved deeper into the room sliding between the cages and looking for some place to hide. As she did so she glanced quickly into each one.
Each one contained some freakish specimen right out of a cheap pulp science fiction magazine. She had no time to study each one, but she got the impressions of animals that seemed part human and part goat; part lizard and part lion; and part bear and part horse. There were others, including some with wings, but she was unable in her quick survey to determine exactly what they were. She moved deeper into the room, darting between the rows of cages, looking for some way out or someplace to hide. All around her the grotesque beasts shirked and howled, creating a deafening uproar. Finally, as she rounded a corner, she spotted another door, this one smaller than the entry door and seemingly less secure. She rushed toward it, and finding it unlocked stepped into the room on the other side.
Even in her haste, she checked the room before entering, especially as the room was pitch black. But it was as she had thought it might be, a storeroom, full of equipment and supplies obviously intended to be used for the strange creatures in the cages in the main room. Using her small flashlight, she maneuvered between shelves stacked with feed, wood shavings, and assorted other animal necessities. The explosion of pain that burst through her head caught her completely off guard. She had time only for one confused thought as she tumbled forward, “Oh Shit!” Stars burst in front of her eyes and then everything went black.
Elenah screamed as the thin bamboo wand cracked across her breasts. She was stretched tight on the rack, the pulley connecting her arms to the apparatus winched so tight that her arms had been pulled almost out of their sockets. She had been in that position for over two hours, but it was the pain of the bamboo that had her shrieking in agony as Zhuang’s henchman brought it down again and again across her breasts, thighs, and belly.
Zhuang raised his hand and the beating stopped. Elenah hung, barely conscious, her legs and torso striped from the cruel blows of the cane. The bloated crimelord steeped forward and asked her the question he had asked so many times before. “What are the numbers? Tell me and the beating will stop.”
Elenah tried to raise her head and failed. Moaning, she managed a semi-coherent reply. “Don’t know numbers…don’t rem…remem…”
“Bitch,” Zhuang muttered. “I thought she would last longer than this. Take her down and clean her up. When she has recovered a bit I will try something else. There is more than one way to get information.”
Elenah wept as the strain on her bloodied body was released and she was lowered to the floor. She did not have the strength to stand on her own and although each of the welts she had received from the bamboo cane was not serious by itself, the several score that crisscrossed her body were painful almost beyond belief. Zhuang’s henchmen removed the shackles from her wrists and ankles and then dragged her over to the side of the room. There was a large sink there and lifting her to her knees they washed the blood from her body, roughly cleaning the welts and cuts that ornamented her shapely body.
She whimpered throughout the procedure and then cried out again as she was hoisted roughly to her feet and dragged from the room. As she went Zhuang’s voice trailed after her. Rest up, my dear Stiletto. That was just the first installment. You will tell me what you want; it is only a matter of time.”
Elenah bowed her head and tried to stifle her sobs. Whatever awaited her she had just one chance. She had to hold out. If she did not she would die, but she couldn’t help wondering what Zhuang had planned for her future. If it was anything like what she had already experienced she doubted that she could hold out much longer.
“Who the hell is
she?”
growled the Black Leopard. She
was looking out of the fourth floor window of Elenah’s luxurious residence
at the slender blonde standing in the
street. The girl’s eyes
were fixed on the windows of the house and her gaze was intense and watchful.
“I don’t know,” Cheetah replied. “She’s been standing there for a few hours just staring at the house.”
“She’s lucky one of Stiletto’s numbskulls didn’t take her out,” The Black Leopard said. “Of course, they are a bit cowed right now.” She glanced at Jahlen and smiled.
Her tall companion allowed a small smile to flicker across her perfect lips, but said nothing, behind her however, Adriana spoke up. “Why doesn’t one of us go out there and see what she wants?”
“Could be a trap,” Ocelot chirped. “There might be a bunch of ambushers hiding behind that hedge.”
“Or perhaps in that chestnut tree,” the Black Leopard remarked drily.
“Oooh! You think so?” Ocelot gasped. “I never thought of that.”
“I’ll go down,” Adriana said quickly, preventing a withering retort from the glowering Black Leopard.
The villainess turned her dark eyes on Adriana, making her feel distinctly uncomfortable, but her words were reassuring. “Alright, go ahead. We’ll keep watch, just in case there’s trouble.”
Adriana nodded and skipped down the hall before the Black Leopard could change her mind. She wished that she had her powers back. It would have made things so much easier and safer, but she was determined to prove herself as one of the Black Leopard’s gang even if it might be dangerous. A few minutes later she was in the street. She had exited on the side of the house away from the girl so as not to be seen coming from the building. Somehow she thought that was more appropriate. As she moved closer the girl turned and stared suspiciously at her.
The girl spoke before Adriana did. In spite of the fact that Adriana was dressed normally, in a simple print frock, she seemed to know that she was no ordinary little Black girl. “Who are you?” the blonde asked. “I’m looking for the Black Leopard, and even though you fit the black part you’re certainly not her.”
Adriana momentarily bristled at the reference to her skin colour, but held her temper. He job was to find out what the girl wanted, not pick a fight with her. “First,” Adriana replied, “you tell me who you are. The Black Leopard chooses those she speaks with.” Up close she could see that the delicate blonde looked a little the worse for wear. Her perfect features were marred by a large bruise on her cheek and her baby blue eyes had a strange defeated look as if she had lost something very dear to her. Adriana felt an immediate kinship with the girl.
The blonde girl’s lower lip quivered for a second and then she spoke. “I’m Helen Scott. I know where Elenah Firenza is and how to get to her.”
“Are you alone?” Adriana asked.
The girl nodded. Somehow Adriana found herself believing the willowy blonde. “Come with me,” she said. “I’ll take you to the Black Leopard.”
Kyla trembled as she clamped her teeth hard on the bar gag. She was dripping with sweat as she fought against the multiple agonies attacking her naked body. The pain from any one off them would have had a normal woman shrieking for mercy, but she was a superheroine, one of a very few especially endowed women who had devoted their lives to fighting the forces of evil. Years of grueling training and self discipline had given her a strength and fortitude that was far beyond the normal. However, her superb body and iron discipline were being taxed to the maximum. The pain in her shoulders was almost beyond belief and the terrible throbbing agony that pounded through her torn nipples had her close to going into shock. Still, somehow she held on, refusing to give Retinoff the satisfaction of hearing her scream or beg for mercy. Already she had disappointed Moreau; his thousand dollars was long since lost and her stubborn heroine pride kept her going in spite of the hideous torture she was forced to endure. It was, however, a losing battle. Provided she did not faint from the terrible pain and the enormous physical strain it was only a matter of time until she broke. Retinoff had time on his side. She had only the strength of her body and her will.
“Incredible, is she not?” Retinoff commented as he leaned toward Moreau. “I could watch a heroine struggle against pain and humiliation for hours. I find it very entertaining.”
“We
have been watching
her for hours,” Moreau answered.
“How much longer is this going to take?”
“Do I detect a note of impatience?” Retinoff queried. “What would you suggest?”
“I wouldn’t mind giving her another damned good fucking,” Moreau answered, “and then perhaps a session with my children.”
“Enjoy yourself,” Retinoff chuckled. “I’m sure the heroine won’t object. While you are doing it perhaps you can convince her to tell us where her friend is. I have no doubt that the Scarlet Falcon is somewhere close by. Where you find one you usually find another. As for your ‘children’ as you describe them, it might be interesting to put her in with one of them. Exactly what did you have in mind?”
Moreau jumped up. “I had
hoped to use Ape. He was my greatest
achievement. Unfortunately, I
am left only with the children who failed to turn out as I had
hoped. The best of them are probably
“
“Perhaps it could be made more interesting if we made it more of a
contest. Place the heroine and
one of my children in an arena and let them fight it
out. If
Retinoff clapped his hands together. “I like it!” he crowed. “It would be very interesting to see such a battle. Especially if the heroine loses.”
Moreau chuckled. “That is exactly what I had in mind.”
Suzi opened her eyes. Her head felt as if someone had filled it with gunpowder and had lit the fuse setting off in a never-ending explosion. It was a sensation that she was almost becoming used to. “What did I get myself into this time?” she wondered.
It went without saying that someone had removed all of her clothing. She was naked as a newborn and just as helpless. Something pinioned her arms tightly behind her. She couldn’t tell exactly what as she was lying face down on the floor of the storeroom, but it was very effective. Her arms were bound so that each of her hands was pressed into the hollow of her elbow. Some sort of rope or perhaps several straps had been wound tightly about her arms holding then firmly in place. Something similar had been done to her legs. Her knees were bent tightly so that her calves were pressed firmly against her thighs, making any movement of her legs impossible. Someone had gone to a good deal of trouble to make sure that she was completely immobilized. There was just one thing that puzzled her - why was she still in the storeroom? Surely if she had been captured by one of Retinoff’s thugs she would have been dragged before him. Unless…
Her suspicions were confirmed a few seconds later. “Well, you’re finally awake,” said a deep voice close to her ear. “I was afraid I was going to have to fuck you while you were unconscious.”
A hand seized her by her golden blonde hair and jerked her painfully to a kneeling position. Suzie saw that her legs were bound with what looked like spiked collars for very large dogs. She suspected the same sorts of restraints had been used on her arms. From her upright position she could see who had captured her. He looked like a typical thug; large and powerfully built with a thick neck that would not have looked out of place on a gorilla. He grinned at her obvious discomfiture.
“The Scarlet Falcon,” he
gloated. “I done caught
me one of
Suzi could not look her captor in the eye. She had allowed herself to be attacked from behind. It wasn’t as if it had never happened to her before. She was almost livid with anger, her fair skin darkening in humiliation.
Her captor noticed the change. “What’s the matter, honey? You hot? You’re gonna be a lot hotter before I’m through with you. I’ve got a real poker and it’s gonna stir up your coals.”
“The bastard thinks he’s a poet,” thought Suzi. She tested her bonds for the tenth time or so. There was no give. Whatever the thug was he had adeptly applied the straps that held her prisoner. Given time she might have worked her way loose, but she doubted that she was going to be given the opportunity.
“Gawd you’re beautiful,” the thug commented. “Who’d have thought I’d capture something like you. I’m just Moreau’s zookeeper, feeding and cleaning his stinking pets. But now I got me a superheroine and I’m keeping her for myself. Retinoff and Moreau will never know you’re here. I’ll just stick you in one of the back cages and let you out when I feel like a good fuck.”
As he had been speaking the zookeeper had moved in front of her. He ran his fingers over Suzi’s smooth shoulders and down her arms. “Gawd, your skin sure is smooth.” His hands moved to her breasts. “Christ, these are like pillows.”
Suzi suffered the indignity of being groped in silence. She blamed herself for the predicament she was in. Proud on her body and her abilities as a heroine, it was hard for her to accept the fact that she had allowed herself to be captured by such a complete churl as the zookeeper. She had no choice but to tolerate his Neanderthal fondling until she got an opportunity to escape. She stiffened, however, as his invasive fingers moved between her thighs and probed her most sensitive region.
“Ha! Got you there!” her captor exclaimed. “I’ll bet you’re real tight. Let’s see how many fingers I can get in there.”
Suzi grimaced as the zookeeper inserted first one then two fingers into the tight cleft between her thighs. “Gawd, you’re gonna be a real prize. I ain’t never come across a woman that tight.”
Suzi tried to think of some way out of her predicament. The zookeeper was one of the stupidest thugs it had been her misfortune to encounter. Surely there must be some way she could talk him out of what he intended to do. Desperately she begged for her freedom. “Alright,” she said. “You’ve got me. I’m helpless to escape you. I should never have dared to try and sneak past someone like you. But I can make it worth your while if you let me go. I can promise you enough money to buy dozens of women and I promise you that you will not be blamed in any way for tying me up.”
The zookeeper swelled with pride at Suzi’s first words, but his eyes narrowed in suspicion as she finished. “You’re not gonna talk me out of giving you a good fuck. You heroines are tricky. I’m gonna fuck you good. Maybe after I’ve kept you a few months I’ll get tired of you and take you up on your offer.”
“I’m not trying to be tricky,” Suzi said. “You’re too smart for that. Only someone of superior intelligence could have captured me. I’m completely at your mercy. That’s why I’m trying to make deal. But I’m a superheroine. If I make a promise to you I will keep it.”
“I’m guessing after being caged for a few months you will still make a deal with me,” the zookeeper replied. “For now I’m through talking.”
“No, wait,” Suzi pleaded. The zookeeper was unbuckling his belt. She had only seconds to convince him to stop. “I’ll give you a thousand dollars. Ten thousand.”
I’m tired of your yap,” the zookeeper replied. “From now on all I want to here from you is squeals as I fuck your ass.”
From somewhere the zookeeper produced another dog collar. This one had no metal studs, but it served very nicely as a gag as he forced it between her lips and buckled it into place behind her head, forcing her jaws apart.
“Mmmpphh!” Suzi protested, shaking her head in an attempt to loosen the gag. She tried to remain calm, but the humiliation of being raped by a moronic thug had her on the edge of panic. Her fear mounted as the zookeeper dropped his pants, revealing a fully engorged and most impressive male organ. As usual Suzi had been captured by a thug whose reproductive organs resembled those of a horse.
“Mmmpphh! Mpphh!” Suzi’s muffled cries reflected her fear as the zookeeper forced her legs apart and pushed her flat on her back. The zookeeper’s weight crushed down on her, driving the breath from her body, and then he drove into her, grunting like a pig as he forced his thick member into her with bestial satisfaction.
“B…bas…bastard,” thought Suzi as the zookeeper had his way with her, driving deep into her in a violent sexual frenzy, crushing her large, firm breasts with his hands as he heaved his sweating body on top of hers until with a cry resembling that of the animals her cared for, he released into her.
Slowly the heavily breathing thug rolled off her and then got to his feet. “That was great,” he gasped. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you for the next few months. Maybe in a couple of hours I’ll make you give me a blow job.”
Suzi hung her head in misery. The proud heroine had suffered complete humiliation at the hands of the low thug. She was still tightly bound and saw little chance of escaping before the zookeeper had his way with her again. In the meantime she had failed in her mission. Kyla and the black girl were still somewhere inside Retinoff’s fortress HQ and her attempt to save them had gone horribly wrong.
“Gawd, I just can’t keep my hands off those tits,” the zookeeper said. He pinched Suzi’s nipples, twisting them painfully to get a reaction out of her. At that moment there came a shout from outside the room.
“Olson! Olson! Where is that asshole?”
“Oh Gawd,” the zookeeper cried. “That’s Moreau.” Hastily he buckled his belt and moved to the door. He was, however, a step too slow. The door was hurled open, followed by an exclamation.
“What the hell! You got a woman in here? This place smells like a cheap whorehouse!”
A tall man loomed in the frame of the doorway. “What’s going on?” he said. “Who is she?”
“I captured her Dr. Moreau,” the zookeeper answered, cringing before his boss. “She’s the Scarlet Falcon. I caught her sneaking around and knocked her out. I was just going to tell you.”
“Christ,” said Moreau. “This place of Retinoff’s has about as much security as a harem next to a frat house. Every time I turn around someone else is sneaking in.” He glared at the zookeeper. “So you were going to bring her to me were you? After you fucked her until she couldn’t walk. Get a couple more men. I’m going to have some real fun with this one.”
“Shit,” thought Suzi.
“Could things get much worse?”
The Black Leopard tapped her clawed fingers impatiently on the dining room table as she faced the young woman Adriana had contacted, and stared at her through narrowed eyes. “You know the way in to Zhuang’s HQ?” she asked. “And you know a way past the guards?”
The girl nodded. “The guards know me. They’ll let me into the building without questioning me.”
“And why is that, bubbles?” the Black Leopard asked. “Why would Zhuang’s thugs trust you?”
“I…I helped them out once,” the blonde stammered.
The Black Leopard leaned close enough to the girl to see the sweat on her upper lip. “And what exactly, did you do?”
“I helped with a …drug deal,” the girl answered hesitatingly.
“She’s lying.” Jahlen’s voice was cold and unemotional, but it sent a chill down Helen’s spine.
“No,” she said quickly.
“I wouldn’t lie to you.
It was opium. I helped
bring in a shipment from
“She’s still lying,” Jahlen said. Her yellow eyes gleamed dangerously.
“How did you get those bruises, bubbles?” Li Mei asked, changing tack.
“I walked into a door,” Helen replied. “It was a glass door. I didn’t see it.”
Li Mei got to her feet. “Undress.”
“What?” Helen gasped
“U, N, D, R, E, S, S.” Li Mei spelled slowly. She flexed her claws. “Or perhaps you’d like me to do it for you.”
“I can’t so that,” protested Helen, getting to her feet and looking toward the door. Wildcat was standing in front of it absent-mindedly filing her nails.
In reply Li Mei’s claws flashed out. The buttons flew off the front of Helen’s dress like peas from a pod where the razor-tipped claws had sheered through the threads. Helen stared dumbfounded at the Black Leopard, her hands going to her now open dress. She had not even seen the Black Leopard’s hands move.
“Shall I continue?” Li Mei asked quietly, a deceivingly sweet smile on her cowled face.
Trembling, Helen shook her head. With fingers that seemed almost wooden, she fumbled with her dress, dropping it to the floor, leaving her clad only in her bra, panties, garter and stockings.
“The rest, bubbles,” Li Mei ordered.
Almost weeping, Helen did as she was told, removing each article of clothing until she stood nude before the assembled women.
Adriana felt distinctly uncomfortable at the way the Black Leopard had treated the frightened blonde, but the villainess seemed completely undisturbed. She approached the trembling girl. “Someone raped you didn’t they?” she asked.
Adriana watched as the slender blonde burst into tears. She could see clearly the bruises that marked the girl’s body; bruises that were almost identical to those that marked her own.
“Who did this?” the Black Leopard asked. Her voice had lost its harsh edge, but there was little sympathy in it.
Sobbing, Helen told her story. No one interrupted until she finished and then the Black Leopard spoke. “So you want revenge against Liu and Zhuang?”
Helen nodded miserably.
“Is there any reason why I should not seek vengeance against you for trapping Stiletto,” the Black Leopard said, her voice edged with menace. “I expect what she suffered and is suffering is much worse than what you went through.”
Helen’s sobbing increased in volume. “Get dressed,” the Black Leopard ordered. “And stop that blubbering. You got Stiletto into this. Now you’re going to get her out.”
Elenah started in terror. Her cell door crashed open and four of Zhuang’s thugs entered. She had no idea how long she had been asleep. It seemed only a few minutes and her body was so stiff and sore than she could not force it to move. The four men solved that problem for her. Dragging her from her cot they hauled her out of the tiny cell and down the hall, Elanah crying in pain and terror as her agonized body was forced to move.
“Zhuang wants some answers, bitch,” one of the men said. “This is to serve as a reminder as to what your life will be like until you remember what they are.”
Elenah wept in terror as her tormented body was carried t6hrough a doorway and slammed down on a wooden table. She was arched backward over the table, her head lower than the tabletop on one end and her legs hanging over the other end. Since she was already naked it took only a few seconds for the four men to start in on her.
She screamed once as the first of her assailants forced her thighs apart and thrust into her. After that her mouth was too full of cock to do more than moan in pain and fear. Fucking her mouth and vagina kept two of the men busy. The other two amused themselves by pinching and squeezing every part of her body they could reach.
A screamed ripped through the tiny room. For a second it did not register on Elenah. She thought it strange she could make so shrill a sound when she was desperately trying to keep from choking on six inches of phallus. And then the men touching her were gone. There were several more screams, all of them ending quite suddenly. A pair of gentle hands lifted her carefully into a sitting position. Elenah groaned and a soothing voice spoke into her ear. “It’s all right now, Elenah. We’re here. You’re safe now.”
Elenah didn’t know if she was more surprised to see the Black Leopard or more shocked to hear her speak like that, but an overwhelming sense of relief flooded through her; so much so that she almost fainted. But she remembered that in her situation fainting probably wouldn’t help. She forced herself to remain upright and allowed the Black Leopard to help her to her feet. She saw that the oriental villainess was not alone. Jahlen was with her and the Black girl; and she saw to her absolute amazement – Helen Scott. The blonde girl looked terribly frightened, but she stayed in the room, keeping watch down the hall.
Elenah whimpered as she got to her feet. She doubted that she would be able to stand. To make matters worse Helen suddenly called out – “They’re coming. Zhuang’s henchmen are on the way.”
“So much the better,” the Black Leopard growled. Unceremoniously she grabbed hold of Helen and dragged her over to Elenah. “Look after her, bubbles. And if she falls *I’ll skin your pink ass.”
The Black Leopard moved into the corridor. As Helen had reported Zhuang’s men were on the way, about a dozen of them. She moved into the centre of the corridor to give herself more room. A step behind her she sensed Jahlen’s presence.
The men coming toward her halted a few dozen feet away. All were armed, most of them carrying handguns, but several carrying shotguns and Tommy guns. One of them stepped forward. Behind her Li Mei heard Helen gasp, “Liu.”
The heavyset henchmen stepped toward her and then stopped. Liu’s eyes narrowed almost impossibly as he spoke. “You’re trespassing, Black Leopard. And trespassers on Zhuang’s territory pay a heavy fine.”
“Where is your master?” Li Mei asked in a voice reminiscent of someone asking about the weather. “Is he still having sex with hippos or did the zoo put a stop to that?”
Liu coloured. “Surrender before you are killed. There is no hope of escape.”
“I wasn’t thinking about escape,” Li Mei answered. Her hands moved so quickly they were just a blur and at the same time she hurled herself sideways. Behind her Jahlen emulated her, moving in the opposite direction.
Liu screamed horribly as the throwing star lodged in his left eye. Behind him similar screams and curses showed the half score of objects that had left the hands of the two women had found other targets as well. At the same time the corridor echoed with the concussion of gunfire as Zhuang’s men opened up. However, unlike Li Mei and Jahlen, their projectiles found nothing. The corridor was completely empty.
Shot and bullets continued to ricochet off the concrete walls for almost thirty seconds as Zhuang’s men continued to fire at nothing. Then the fire slackened, partly because some of the men realized there was nothing to shoot at and partly because they were out of ammunition.
Then the two villainesses reappeared. Two of Zhuang’s men were injured falling over one another as they ran back the way they had come, most discarding their now useless firearms.
“Let’s go,” Li Mei said to Jahlen. “Help her,” she instructed Helen and Adriana, pointing to Elenah’s battered form.
As quickly as they could the five women moved toward the exit, Elenah being mostly carried by Helen and Adriana. Partway back they encountered Ocelot and Wildcat. “Is it running?” Li Mei asked Wildcat.
Ocelot answered before Wildcat could open her mouth. “It’ll go off in ten minutes,” she chirped. “I pushed the button myself.”
“I hope you didn’t tarnish your nail polish,” Li Mei remarked drily.
Ocelot looked at her nails and opened her mouth to comment. “Please,” Li Mei growled menacingly, “don’t make me kill you.”
Ocelot slammed her mouth shut and meekly followed her mistress out of Zhuang’s HQ. In front of her Li Mei smiled. The operation had gone smoothly. She had rescued Elenah and in a few minutes, Zhuang’s HQ would be a crater. Now there was just one other enemy to attend to.
“You’re going after Retinoff?” Elenah asked in disbelief. “Are you crazy? He’s got that big thing.”
“Actually,” Li Mei replied, sharpening her claws, “I cut off his thing a couple of years ago, and it wasn’t very big.”
Elenah smiled in spite of herself. A few hours of rest, a hot bath, and some good food had done wonders to restore her. She was still in quite a bit of pain, but now that she was safe and secure in her home and back in control of her organization, she was no longer terrified. It would take a few weeks, but she would fully recover.
“Ape knows how to get in,” Li Mei continued, “and Adriana has been inside his torture chamber. I think we can get past his defences without any problems.”
Adriana grimaced at the reminder of what had happened to her, but now that she knew the Black Leopard a little better and had talked to Tiger and the other Pussies a little, she realized that what had happened to her was not unique. Retinoff and others had done horrible things to the women in the room and they had all recovered to live normal lives. Well, sort of normal. The Black Leopard and her companions were about as strange a mix of women as she had ever encountered – and that extended to her children.
She didn’t know what it was, but there was something about Li Ming and Qing Yuan that gave her the creeps. It was strange that she felt that way about two such attractive infants, but every time she walked into their nursery chills ran down her spine. She felt that way now. Tiger had just come into the room with a child in each arm.
“Feeding time,” the blonde Pussy announced, looking expectantly at the Black Leopard and Jahlen.
The Black Leopard frowned. Adriana had come to understand a little about the moods of the unpredictable villainess. Her bad temper and sharp tongue masked a softer core that she kept carefully hidden. However, it was not really safe to push her too far even if Adriana had never seen her do more than growl at her underlings. Her caustic reply to Tiger’s statement was no surprise. “Greedy little horror. I’ve already fed her once today. She’s got a mouth like an industrial pump. I won’t have any nipples left in a few weeks.”
Without ceremony Li Mei peeled open the front of her blouse. She was no longer wearing her skin-tight costume, having changed into more comfortable attire in the security of Elenah’s fortified mansion. Qing Yuan gave a greedy chirp and latched on like a leech.
Li Mei sat back in a comfortable leather chair and nursed her daughter. In spite of her protests a dreamy and contented look stole over the villainess’ face as she suckled her child. Qing Yuan’s tiny hand massaged her breast, kneading it like bread dough while her tongue and mouth extracted Li Mei’s mother’s milk. The sensation was incredibly erotic. Li Mei closed her eyes. “You know,” she thought, “I could get to like this.”
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