The Adventures of the Jade
Dragon
Episode
6
Chapter 14 The
Betrayal
Something strange is going on,” said
Suzi. “Criminal activity
in the city has come to an almost complete
halt. And my agents tell me that
there are rumors of some sort of meeting of all of the crime
bosses.”
“Do they know where it is?” asked Natassia.
“The story is that it is at Retinoff’s new
hideout. Supposedly, they are
all meeting there tomorrow night.”
“How good are your sources?” asked
Kyla.
“They are usually right on,” replied
Suzi. “I’ve never had
this one make a mistake.”
“Then,” said Sun
Lin, “I think we should attend this
meeting.
This may be our chance to break the back of the crimelords that have
been terrorizing this city.”
“I think we should be very careful,” said
Kyla. “This could be nothing
more than an elaborate trap. We
have to make sure that it is the criminals who are caught and not
us.”
“Of course,” agreed Sun Lin.
“But someone will have to try and sneak into the meeting to see
if it is legitimate.” As
she spoke she looked at Kyla.
“I am willing to try,” Kyla
said. “But lately I have
not been very successful. Too
many alarm systems have been set up to detect
me. I’m not sure I’m
the best choice.”
“But who then?” asked Suzi.
“No one else had your special talent.”
“I think we should consider Melissa,” replied
Kyla. “She seems to have
a natural ability that none of us has.
And she possesses an athletic ability that I do not
have.”
Melissa blushed. She was surprised
and pleased that Kyla thought so highly of
her. “I would be glad to
try,” she said. “What
do you want me to do?”
“Penetrate the defenses of the crimelords’ meeting,” said
Sun Lin. “Find out whether
it is a trap or not, and then report to
us. We will be outside waiting
for your signal.”
Melissa nodded.
“Alright,” she said, “Tell me as much as you can about
Retinoff’s new hideout. I
will find a way in.”
Elenah Firenza screamed in agony as Shark Stevens thrust into
her. It was the second day of
her abduction and the brutal crimelord had found a new way to amuse
himself.
She was still confined in the same room where he had raped her on
the previous day. He had, of
course, not kept his promise. She
had taken him in her mouth as he had demanded, and brought him almost to
orgasm. It was a brutally humiliating
experience for a woman who had never even seen a penis
before. But just before he had
ejaculated, he had pushed her away from him and picking her up had slammed
her onto the table. And there,
while she screamed for mercy, he had taken her
virginity.
It had been a long drawn out ordeal.
Stevens had taken his time, enjoying every second of her
violation. Her virginal vagina
had closed tightly about his penis and he had thrust hard into
her. She had screamed horribly
as he took her maidenhead. But
he had not just deflowered her. He
had raped her repeatedly, his sexual stamina seemingly
inexhaustible. Finally, when
he was finished he had climbed off her and left the room.
He had left her there overnight, without food or
water. She had slept fitfully,
her dreams filled with nightmares of rape and
torture. Stevens had untied her
before he left, and she had managed to crawl to the cot with her remaining
strength. In the morning one
of his henchmen had paid her a short
visit. Without opening the door
he had slid a pitcher of water and a few slices of bread through a small
opening in the door. Poor as
it was, Elenah had drunk all of the water and wolfed down the stale
bread. Then she had fallen asleep
again. This
time sleeping better with her belly
full.
She was awakened by Stevens’ return.
He strode into the room accompanied by two of his goons, their guns
drawn. Roughly they had dragged
her from the bed, and tying her hands and feet had bound her to the table
once more. This time she had
been tied face down, her ankles bound to the legs of the
table. Her body had been bent
over the table and her wrists tied to the legs on the far
side. Stevens had placed a pillow
under her loins so that her beautifully rounded bottom was slightly
raised. Elenah was filled with
alarm. She had heard of anal
sex, but she had never though that she would be a victim of such a
perversion.
Stevens sent his henchmen out of the
room. “Well, Babe.
You been looking forward to
today’s session? I know
I have. Taking your virginity
was the highlight of my week. Now
I’d like to try that tight ass of
ours. If it is anything like
your cunt you should be a great fuck.”
“Oh God no,” Elenah protested.
“You can’t do this.
Please let me go. I’ll
never bother you again.”
Stevens' only reply was the sound of his zipper.
“Please!”
Elenah
shrieked. She was almost sobbing
in fear. “I beg you, please
don’t do this.”
“I’m glad to see that our little session yesterday improved your
manners. Who knows how polite
you’ll be after this?”
And Stevens laughed loudly.
Elenah sobbed as she felt Stevens part her cheeks, exposing her tiny
anus. She jerked in fear as his
finger worked something cool and greasy into her
anus. “There, that should
make you slippery enough. Now
to find out just how tough you are.”
“No!
No!”
she screamed, and then she felt the tip of Steven’s
stiff rod probing her anus.
“Take a deep breath, baby.”
It was pain the like of which she had never before
experienced. She did not stop
screaming throughout the entire ordeal.
It felt as if a huge pole was being driven into her
anus. Stevens on the other hand,
enjoyed himself immensely, his bestial grunts of ecstasy increasing in volume
as he buried himself inside her.
Eventually he sheathed all of his huge sword
within her, and then pumped in and out of her
vigorously. He raped her for
over an hour before reaching orgasm.
Once again, Elenah was filled with his semen, the creamy substance
mixing with the blood from her ravaged anus.
Stevens grunted as he pulled out of her.
“I’d like to continue this, babe, but I’ve got a previous
engagement. You were supposed
to be coming too, but don’t worry I’ll represent your
interests.”
“Bastard!” Elenah thought.
She did not voice her thoughts aloud, fearing some sort of brutal
retaliation. Stevens had almost
broken her spirit. She no longer
had the nerve to stand up to him.
Tears filled her eyes again, and she wept, great sobs shaking her
body as Stevens untied her from the
table. She was still crying
uncontrollably as the ruthless crimelord left the room and closed the door
behind him.
Retinoff’s new HQ was formidably
defended. Not only were there
numerous guards placed at strategic locations, but there were also electronic
devices planted around the establishment.
These were something that Melissa was not used
to. Traps she could handle, having
developed almost a sixth sense when it came to detecting them, but how could
she identify something that was electrical in
nature? She was determined to
try, however. Perhaps something
in her training might enable her to perceive
them. She would just have to
find out.
Evading the guards was simple enough.
She moved from shadow to shadow almost as if she were a part of
them. She took her
time. Patience was part of the
technique of infiltrating any heavily guarded
establishment. She carried a
small flashlight with which to signal to her
companions. She was to enter
the building, disable the alarm system and give the
signal. If this was not possible
then she was to return to her companions and let them know what she had
discovered. They would take it
from there.
She hunched down in the shadow of the
roof. She let her senses flow
out into her surroundings. This
was something she had always excelled at.
It was one of the abilities that had set her apart from the other
members of the Assassins’ Guild and made her the most promising student
of the art of murder. She had
failed in only one respect. She
could not kill. It was a deficiency
that she had not been able to overcome.
Even when fighting for her life or trying to save her friends she
tried to use non-lethal means. On
the other hand, killing was something that no one should do except under
the most extreme of circumstances.
There were other ways of dealing with criminals and she would just
have to use non-lethal techniques to fight crime.
She had been sitting quietly for about fifteen minutes, letting the feeling
of her environment wash over her.
She felt safe where she was, but something told her that if she moved
into the open space near the roof entrance she would be
detected. Were her highly developed
abilities telling her that the entrance was guarded by electronic
devices? She calmed her
mind. She was sure that she could
detect something.
A faint presence in the
background. She focussed
her thoughts toward the back of the
building. She did not get the
same feeling there. Slowly, she
moved from her place of concealment, and keeping away from the area that
screamed of danger she worked her way toward the edge of the
roof.
It was a five-story drop to the street
below. But the building was
constructed of brick and there were ample footholds for one with Melissa’s
skills. Using her fingers and
her toes she moved over the edge of the building and down the
side. Every crevice and break
in the brickwork gave her purchase and she descended like a human
fly. She ended up at a fifth
floor window. Inside her sixth
sense told her it was safe. Slowly
she eased the window open and moved into the interior of the
building.
Once inside she continued to use the procedure that had gotten her into the
building. It was very slow going,
but she detected several traps and many electronic
devices. Pleased by her ability
to perceive and evade Retinoff’s advanced security system, Melissa worked
her way deeper and deeper into the
building. Somewhere there should
be a meeting room and that was her
destination. Once there she could
spy out what was going on and then alert her
companions.
She knew she was getting closer as the number of guards
increased. There were eventually
enough of them that they became a serious
problem. She could make sure
that they did not discover her, but getting by them was almost
impossible. Eventually she decided
that she would have to go outside once
again. She made her way to an
exterior room and through its window.
Then she moved from window to window on the outside of the
building. It was tough going
and took up another half-hour of her time, but she was under no
deadline. Her companions would
not come after her unless she failed to report by morning and she still had
many hours left.
Finally, she came to the room that had been so heavily
guarded. Inside, Melissa could
hear the sound of voices. But
more importantly, she was able to determine that she was outside the range
of any electronic security devices.
At least she hoped she was.
She peered in the window. It
was rather dim in the room, but seated at a large table were several
men. Stationed at various points
around the room were a number of guards.
Too many for Melissa to be confident of overcoming
them by herself. As for
the men at the table, Melissa could tell from the descriptions she had been
given that she was looking at the assembled crimelords of
Elenah lay on her cot. She was
in too much pain to sleep, although she desperately needed the
rest. Stevens had been gone for
over an hour. After she had been
untied she had somehow managed to make it from the table to the bed, although
every movement of her battered body sent waves of pain though
it. Suddenly, she was aware of
a sound outside her cell. Was
someone bringing her food and water
again? She hoped
so. In spite of her exhaustion
she desperately needed something to eat and drink.
The door opened. She was too
fatigued to even look up.
“You sure Stevens ain’t coming back for awhile?” a
man’s voice asked.
“I’m damned sure,” said another
voice. “He’s got some
sort of big meeting. It’ll
keep him away for hours.”
“I still don’t like this.
What if someone finds out?”
“How they gonna do that? We
are supposed to be guarding her. No
one else will come anywhere near this place until we are to be relieved and
that’s not for several hours.”
Elenah did not like the tone of the
conversation. She managed to
raise her head. One of the men
in the room was short and heavyset, wearing a leather jacket and tan
pants. The other was dressed
in a shirt and tie. He was the
opposite of his friend, being tall and
thin. They noticed her looking
at them.
“She’s awake,” said the heavyset
man. “So
much the better. I don’t
feel like fucking a corpse.”
Elenah paled at those words, even as she recognized his voice as the second
speaker. The other man nodded
his agreement. “She’s
sure got a body on her. Looks
like Stevens has been having some fun
though.”
The heavyset man laughed, humorlessly.
“This Wop bitch killed my best
friend. “I’m really
gonna enjoy throwing my meat into her.”
The thin man demurred. “I
still don’t like this. If
Stevens finds out he’ll have our balls.”
“Screw it. You get out if
you want. Me, I’m gonna
have some Italian pussy.”
The thin man said nothing more. He
did not leave the room, but simply stood watching as his partner lay hold
of Elenah.
She protested as the heavyset man rolled her
over.
“No! I’ll tell
Stevens!”
“Go ahead. He’s not
likely to believe anything you
say.” He was already dropping
his pants.
“Please,” she begged, “show a little
mercy.”
“I’ll show you all the mercy you showed my
buddy. I don’t suppose you
remember ordering him killed for trying to make a few
bucks.”
“He was probably trespassing on my territory,” she
moaned. “He shouldn’t
have been there.”
“Just like I’m
trespassing on your
territory.”
Elenah screamed as the heavyset man thrust
into her sore vagina. After the
punishment Stevens had given her glory hole the day before, her inner flesh
was incredibly tender. With a
grin of satisfaction, the heavyset thug heaved all of his weight on her and
then tried to kiss her while entering her still more
deeply.
Elenah arched her back against the pain and tried to turn her head away from
the goon’s slobbering lips, then something
hard jabbed into her right breast.
She realized at once what it was and suddenly became
cooperative. Placing her right
hand behind his head, she drew him to her and kissed him firmly on the
mouth.
“Oh, you bitch,” the thug
moaned. “That’s more
like it!” He turned his
head to his friend as he shoved a little farther into
her. “See,” he bragged,
“I’ve got a real bitch tamer.”
The eyes of his partner widened.
“What the Hell…” he exclaimed
turning
back to the woman he was
raping.
Elenah pulled the trigger. She
had snaked the gun out of the goon’s shoulder
holster. She had detected it
when he had leaned on her to force his kiss on
her. The bullet took him square
in the chest. He was dead before
he even fully realized the danger.
But the thin man had his gun out.
Elenah rolled toward her
adversary. The action placed
the body of the dead goon between her and the thin
man. The slug intended for her
slammed into the dead hoodlum instead.
Switching hands, Elenah fired over the top of the dead
man. The bullet took the thin
man in the head and he dropped without a sound.
The crashing of the guns had made a fearful
din. Elenah was sure that a bunch
of Stevens’ men would be upon her within seconds, but the effort to
escape, had used up her last remaining reserves of
strength. She was not capable
of making a run for it. And so
she took up a defensive position behind the table, which she had overturned
as a makeshift hiding place.
But no one came. After a time,
it became apparent that no one was going to
come. She wondered at this, but
was thankful for her good luck. She
pulled on her tattered dress. Her
undergarments were too badly shredded to
wear. Painfully, she edged toward
the door. Every step was agony,
but she forced herself to keep going.
She could not stay where she was.
She had to take the opportunity to escape while the chance presented
it.
Once outside the
door it became apparent why no one had noticed the
shots.
She was clearly deep in the basement of some
building.
Probably Stevens’ waterfront
headquarters. The thick
concrete foundations and the heavy wooden doors sealing off the area where
she had been held had muffled any loud noises.
No doubt only a few people had
heard her screams and no one had heard the shots.
She moved cautiously through the basement, gradually working her way higher
in the building by taking every staircase she came
to. She counted three basement
levels, and then she passed a window letting in light from the
street. She was now at street
level. She moved into a corridor
and headed toward what she hoped was a door out of the
building. Every step toward freedom
gave her strength. Pushing open
the door, she found herself in a narrow
alley. The door she opened was
one that could be opened only from the
inside. But she was not concerned
about that. She had no intention
of returning. As quickly she
could, she moved down the dark alley and into the poorly illuminated
street. After a few blocks, she
spotted a taxi. Fortunately,
she had had the presence of mind to take the wallets of the two men she had
killed. Slipping the cabby a
twenty got her instant cooperation.
She lay back in the seat and
sighed. Within a few minutes
she would be back at her headquarters and safety – she
hoped. She had been away two
days. There was no telling how
much damage Stevens might have done to her organization in even that short
time. Her mouth set in a thin
hard line. No matter, she would
soon set things right.
Li Mei growled in rage as the middle-aged banker
drilled her sex shaft. Retinoff had come up with a novel and humiliating
way to punish her. He had dressed
her in her Black Leopard costume, and sent her to a high-class
brothel. There, she had been
chained spread-eagled to a luxury bed.
Retinoff had advertised her as the archvillainess that she
was. For five hundred dollars
a pop, wealthy Johns could have an hour with
her. There had been a steady
stream of customers. She had
been screwed non-stop for up to twelve hours a
day.
Fortunately, most of her clients were not particularly well-hung and many
lacked endurance. Some were even
quite gentle. However, none of
them used any methods of birth control.
Li Mei knew that unless she escaped, it was only a matter of time
until she was impregnated, if it was not already too
late. Her monthly flow was due
in a few days and she would know then.
But in the meantime, she had to find a way to escape.
“Ugh! Ugh!” The banker
had climaxed. With a satisfied
groan he rolled off her. “Oh,
that was great! I’ve screwed
a real super villain.” He
was a balding little man, who wore pince-nez
glasses. He slowly got to his
feet, pulling his pants back on.
“Don’t go way.
I’ll be back tomorrow.”
Then he giggled at his own joke.
“You do that,” hissed Li Mei.
“And next time try to get an erection.”
The banker looked crestfallen. Then
he brightened. “Oh,”
he said.
“A
joke.
Very
funny.” He began
to turn bright red.
“Not in your case, you little dork.”
The banker whitened. “How
dare you insult me? Does this
establishment allow its whores to insult the clients?”
“Not in your case, peanut.
That simply happens to be the truth.”
“I’m going to complain the management.”
“Good idea, and while you’re at it ask them to give you a personality
as well.”
The banker stomped out of the room.
In spite of her predicament, Li Mei permitted herself a
smile. She was beaten but not
defeated.
The door opened. Her
“keeper” entered. He
was a typical low order thug. Li
Mei had taken to thinking of him as a sort of trainer due to her
predicament. His actual name
was Ben Stocks, but she never called him
that. When she spoke to him at
all she called him
“Zoo.” Stocks
hated the sobriquet, but there was little he could do about
it. Retinoff had given explicit
instructions that she not be harmed.
His main goal was her humiliation, and in that he was
succeeding. If she somehow got
her pregnant that would be the ultimate in degradation – to be forced
to have the child of some unknown “customer.”
“You just pissed off another client, you
bitch. Didn’t I warn you
about that?
“What are you going to do, asshole?
Rape me? “Somehow
under the circumstances I don’t think that is much of a
threat.”
Stocks reddened. It was clear
he was becoming very angry. But
Li Mei knew that there was little he could do about her retorts without going
against Retinoff’s orders.
Stocks pushed his face right next to
hers. “I’m warning
you, cunt. Any more complaints
and I’m gonna take it out of your
hide.” He squeezed her left
breast for emphasis as he spoke.
Li Mei spat in his face.
“You bloody whore,” swore
Stocks. Clenching his right hand,
he struck her hard, right on the point of her jaw, and followed it up with
a blow from his left that landed just below her right
eye.
The blow snapped her head back. For
a second she blacked out. Slumping
backward, she lapsed into
unconsciousness.
“Damned
bitch.
Look at what you made me
do!” Li Mei’s beautiful
Asian features were marred by a darkening bruise on her right
cheek.
“Fuck!” Stocks swore.
“If the boss sees that he’ll have my
balls. What am I gonna
do?” He thought for a few
seconds. Then a look of cunning
swept over his brute features.
“Got it,” he thought.
“I’ll just tell the Doc that one of the clients got a little
rough. In the meantime I’ll
just take her back to her cell.”
He reached toward one of the chains holding her to the
bed. Then he
paused. “Well, why not?”
he murmured, looking as the beautiful sweep of Li Mei’s smooth, muscular
body. She was petite and would
hardly have come up to his neck if she had been standing, but she had perfectly
formed breasts and an exquisite face and figure to go with
them. Retinoff had declared her
off limits to him, but since she was out cold how would anyone
know?
Even as he thought it over, he was stripping off his
clothes. He already sported a
huge erection. In a few seconds
he had shucked all of his clothes.
Piling onto her prone body he lifted her tight backside and prepared
to enter her. Li Mei
moaned. She appeared to be recovering
consciousness.
“Better hurry,” thought Stocks.
He moved tightly between her legs and thrust into
her.
Li Mei’s eyes opened.
“Ahhh!” she gasped, as Stocks impressive lance split
her. She was still slippery with
the seminal fluid from the last client, so there was little pain at first,
but Stocks was not a gentle lover.
With brutal power he hammered into
her. “Oh God,” Li Mei
panted.
“Oh God, oh
God!”
“Like it do you bitch?
I’ll bet you’ve never been fucked by a real man
before.” Stocks hauled hard
on her bottom, penetrating her deeply.
To Li Mei, it was like being made love to by a jackhammer, but she responded
with alacrity.
Moaning in simulated
passion.
Stocks continued to pound her, but became more and more aroused as the
archvillainess responded. It
was the best fuck he had ever had.
Not only was the Chinese bitch as tight as a nun, but she did things
with her vagina that sent waves of pleasure through his engorged
phallus.
“Oh yes,” Li Mei cried.
“Yes, yes, yes. Give
me all of it. Hurt me you big
man!”
Stocks
was happy to
comply. He redoubled his
efforts. Li Mei shrieked with
pleasure.
“Oh, oh,
oh!
Fuck me harder.
Harder.”
Stocks could hardly believe the noise the Black Leopard was
making. He was taming the
bitch. Soon she would be screaming
uncontrollably.
“Oh Ben,” she moaned.
“I’ve never had a man like
you. Let me suck
you. I want your meat in my
mouth!”
Stocks
was close to orgasm, and his
brain was clouded with passion.
Without thinking he pulled out of Li Mei’s tight love tunnel
and straddled her chest. He thrust
his dripping member between her pouting
lips. Li Mei sucked like a vacuum
pump, flicking her delicate tongue over the end of his throbbing
rod.
Now it was Stocks’ turn to moan.
“Jesus Christ!” he
exclaimed. He was experiencing
pleasure beyond his wildest dreams.
“Please Ben,” Li Mei moaned, momentarily disengaging her mouth
from his phallus. “I want
more of you. Let me sit
up.”
“Right,” replied Stocks, too stupid with lust to think
clearly. He reached out and unhooked
the leather cuff securing her right
wrist. But that was as far as
he went.
“Wait a minute…” he began.
It had just crossed his mind that that what was happening was too
good to be true. There was no
way that he could trust such a treacherous
bitch. Retinoff had warned him
to watch for just such a ploy. He
decided to refasten the restraining cuff to the
chain. But he never got the
chance.
Even with only one arm free, the Black Leopard was a deadly
adversary. As Stocks leaned over
her to force her wrist back into the chain, she twisted her arm free and
struck with all her might at Stocks’ exposed
throat. The force of the blow
crushed the thug’s larynx.
Stocks would have screamed if he could, but his shattered throat would
emit only a strangled gurgle. He
lurched to his feet and staggered toward the
door. But his strength gave out
before he made it. With a plaintive
moan, he fell to his knees and then pitched forward on his
face.
With one arm free, Li Mei was able to twist her body and reach the strap
holding her left wrist. After
that she took off the cuffs holding her legs and got off the
bed. She almost fell.
The repeated rapes had taken
their toll. It would be awhile
before she regained all of her strength.
Fortunately, her costume was lying near the foot of the
bed. It was a bit of a mess,
as some customers liked her with it on.
Part of their fun was tearing it off her
body. But it was still serviceable,
and the boots had not been damaged.
She dressed as quickly as she
could. She still had unfinished
business. Somewhere Retinoff
still held her four Pussies prisoner.
Once she got out of the brothel she would see about getting back at
the evil dwarf who had raped and humiliated her once again.
It was pitch dark in the room Melissa had
entered. But that was all for
the good. An assassin throve
on dark places. It had been a
tough climb, and Melissa’s skills had been tested to the
limit. She had found a darkened
room. As far as she could tell
there were no traps or surveillance devices in the
room. She was quite pleased with
herself. So far the mission had
gone off without a hitch. Even
more important was her newfound ability to detect electronic
devices. As far as she knew none
of her heroine friends could do that.
For the first time, she felt she had something to offer that the more
experienced superheroines did not have.
She moved farther into the room, every sense alert for the slightest hint
of danger. She detected
nothing. Confident that she was
safe, she moved toward the door of the
room. It was clearly visible
from the light coming in beneath it.
Suddenly, the hair on the back of her neck stood
up. She froze in a crouched
position. She could see or hear
nothing, but her senses told her that something was not
right.
For several minutes she remained completely still, even lowering her heart
rate and slowing her breathing. Not
a sound disturbed the silence, but Melissa knew that she was not alone in
the room. There was a presence
that she recognized all too well.
“No,” she told herself, it can’t
be. I must be imagining
things.” But she
shuddered. Her body had broken
out into a cold sweat. Then
came a sound that sent chills down her spine and
almost caused her to faint.
“So Zhen
Juan.
We meet once more. I had
thought you gone forever, but here you
are.”
“Master!”
replied Melissa, her voice strained with
fear. Her worst nightmares seemed
to have come true. She was in
the presence of the Master Assassin.
Her legs turned to rubber, and she swayed as she tried to
stand.
The lights went on. The room
was dimly lit, but she could see well
enough. Standing in the shadows
at the side of the room was her old
master. The man who had trained
her from the time she was a young girl until
maidenhood. He was also the brutal
villain who had taken her innocence and destroyed her
life. Her old habits took
hold. She fell to one
knee. “Master,” she
said, bowing her head.
“I see that you are dressed like the whore I made you,” said the
Master Assassin, stepping toward her.
Melissa blushed, aware of how inappropriate her costume
was. “Forgive me, Master,”
she said, looking toward him. She
did not know what else to say. She
had supposed that her past in
“Bow before
me,
whore.
How dare you raise your head in my presence?”
Melissa groveled before him, bowing her head to the floor and kowtowing in
the prescribed manner of a slave before her
master. “Speak to me,”
said the Master. “I wish
you to reveal to me the whereabouts of your
companions.”
“My companions?” whispered Melissa.
“Do not presume to play games with me,
whore. You know to whom I
refer.”
Melissa’s stomach felt as if it was filled with
lead. The Master was asking her
to betray her friends. The thought
horrified her, but she dared not disobey.
“They are outside, Master.
Waiting for my
signal.”
“Then give them the signal. I
want them in this room.”
Trembling in fear, Melissa took out her tiny flashlight and went to the
window. She depressed the button
on the flashlight, sending a flickering beam of light into the
darkness.
Kyla spotted the signal. Taking
out her flashlight she gave the recognition
sign. Then she went looking for
her companions. It took a few
minutes. Each of the heroines
was stationed on a different side of the building so as to be sure to receive
Melissa’s signal. She found
Suzi first. The tall blonde,
resplendent in her scarlet and black costume, turned as Kyla
approached. “I have the
signal,” Kyla said. Melissa
wants us to enter through a room on the third floor.”
Suzi nodded. “We’ll
go together to get the others.
Let’s hurry.”
Ten minutes later all four heroines were gathered below the window where
Kyla had seen the signal. Suddenly,
from that very window, a long coil of rope
dropped. The Jade Dragon was
the first to move. “Follow
me,” she said. Within seconds
she was halfway to the window.
Nova went next. After the Jade
Dragon she was the best climber.
Then went the Blue Avenger, using her gymnast's
skills and strength to pull herself toward the
window. And Suzi went
last of all. Her athletic ability
had been improving. At one time
climbing up a rope would have been almost impossible without special equipment,
but now she ascended the side of the building like a monkey, her finely tuned
muscles flexing gracefully.
Natassia flowed easily through the
window. For the briefest second
she was silhouetted against the streetlights outside the building,
then she merged with the darkness of the
room. She had taken only two
steps when she saw Sun Lin’s body lying in the centre of the
room. Instinctively she ducked,
going into a crouch. The dart
caught her just above her right breast.
A sensation very much like a severe chill swept through her torso
and out to all of her extremities.
Using all of her immense resistance she tried to fight the numbing
effects of the poison spreading through her system, but she was helpless
to do anything about it. She
managed two steps before collapsing beside the crumpled figure of the Jade
Dragon. Strangely, although she
could not move, she was fully conscious of everything happening around
her. She heard Kyla stumble and
fall as she was taken in the same way that she and the Jade Dragon had
been. Then she heard Suzi’s
gasp of surprise, followed by the thud of her body as the last of
Sun Lin struggled to overcome the paralysis
that gripped her body. Like Natassia,
she was fully aware of what was happening around
her. Her mind whirled in
confusion. Everything had happened
so quickly. One second she had
been moving toward Melissa, who was waiting for her near the door and the
next moment she was lying on the floor, unable to move a
muscle. Clearly she had walked
into a trap. But why had Melissa
not warned her of the danger? More
to the point, why had Melissa signaled that she had found a safe way into
the building?
“Commendable, my little harlot, you have done
well. But of course you would,
betrayal is your dominant trait.”
Melissa hung her head. She felt
more wretched than she could ever
remember. She had violated every
trust. Her companions lay before
her, incapacitated by the fast-acting poison that she herself had used to
rescue Kyla.
The room brightened. The dark-clad
figure of the Master Assassin stepped in front of
her. Melissa could see that she
and her helpless comrades were in a fairly large
room. Its only exit was a heavy
steel door. There were four windows
in the room, including the one that the unsuspecting heroines had entered
through. The Master Assassin
touched a hidden switch, and heavy steel bars descended from the ceiling,
effectively blocking any egress from or access to the room by the
windows. Not that it mattered;
none of them were likely to be able to move for several hours.
“Now you traitorous bitch, you have one more job to
do. I want you to strip and
immobilize your companions.”
As he spoke, he reached into a large cupboard next to the wall and
pulled out several lengths of chain.
He tossed them at Melissa’s feet.
“Begin with the one in white,” he ordered, gesturing toward
Nova. “I believe that she
is the most dangerous because of her super
strength. I used enough poison
on her to stun an elephant. The
fact that she is not dead attests to her
power. Strip her and remove her
gem of power and then deal with the others.”
Compelled to obey by the power that the Master had over her, Melissa knelt
by the woman who had befriended her.
She was almost weeping with shame.
“I’m sorry, Nova,” she said, her voice trembling with
emotion.
“You were not given permission to speak,
slut. Strip her
immediately.”
As silent tears coursed down her cheeks, Melissa unzipped Natassia’s
costume, revealing the heroine’s smooth, muscular
back. Then she peeled it off
her arms, baring her torso to the waist.
Only her white bra afforded her any
privacy. Following instructions,
she unsnapped the support garment and pulled it
off. She left the heroine face
down, not wanting to reveal her friend’s luscious breasts to the Master
Assassin, but it was hard to hide all of Natassia’s
ripeness. Her breasts bulged
out from under her rib cage as she lay on the floor.
“Now
her
belt. Give it to me,” the Master
commanded.
Reaching beneath the fallen heroine, Melissa
unsnapped the clasp that held the belt.
She handed it to the Master, knowing that as she did so, she had robbed
her benefactor of her mystical powers.
“Show me the rest of her,” said the Master, stepping closer so
that he could better view Nova’s sleek
curves. The heroine had a wondrous
body and he licked his lips under his mask as he watched Melissa slowly remove
the rest of her costume. First,
the boots came off, followed by the rest of the costume.
“Turn her over.”
Melissa hesitated for a brief second.
How could she be doing this to the woman who had taken her in and
given her a reason to exist?
The blow from the Master split her lip.
“Do not disobey me, whore!
Now do as I ask.”
Melissa spat blood into the scarf that concealed her
face. On her hands and knees
she crawled back to the Master’s
feet. “Forgive me,
Master,” she murmured. Seizing
Natassia’s arms, she rolled the heroine onto her
back.
“Magnificent,” murmured the Master, his eyes sweeping over
Natassia’s extraordinary body.
She was amazingly beautiful, from her jet-black hair to the ebony
triangle between her legs. The
Master felt his member stiffening as he gazed upon her.
“Chain her,” he ordered.
Wrists to ankles. Then strip
the Jade Dragon.”
Melissa dragged the heavy links across the
floor. She knew what the Master
wanted. She manacled each of
Natassia’s wrists to each of her
ankles. She would be able to
sit up when the effects of the poison wore off, but her movements would be
severely limited.
Then she moved to Sun Lin. As
she approached, she saw the Chinese heroine’s finger
twitch. Incredibly, the effects
of the poison were already wearing off.
Melissa felt a surge of hope.
If she could delay chaining the Jade Dragon she might recover from
the poison before the Master caught on to the
danger. With artificial slowness,
she began to unzip Sun Lin’s costume.
“Treacherous
as ever, Zhen
Juan. How many times must you be punished
before you know that you cannot disobey
me?” In two strides he was
next to her. Seizing her hair,
he wrenched her head around. She
was still wearing the long black scarf that concealed her
face. Forcing her head back with
one hand, he unwound the scarf, revealing Melissa’s terrified features.
He gazed into Melissa’s deep brown
eyes. “I had forgotten what
a perfect little slut you are. You
are more than beautiful. It will
be a real joy to destroy that beauty.”
Melissa fought hard to control her
bladder. So great was her fear
of the Master that she was close to wetting
herself. She went to her knees
once more. Clasping her hands
in an attitude of contrition she wept.
“Master, please forgive me.
I will not fail you again.”
“I have heard that story before.
You will be punished. But
first you will learn to do as you are
told.” Pointing to the Jade
Dragon he repeated his order.
“Strip her before she
recovers. And then chain her
as instructed.”
Her heart dying within her, Melissa forced herself to do as she was
ordered. She unzipped the back
of the Jade Dragon’s dark green costume and peeled it away from her
upper body. The Asian Heroine’s
skin was darker than Nova’s, the colour of a ripening peach and as smooth
and unblemished as that of a new born
infant. When her cowl was removed
her ebon tresses spilled almost to her
waist.
Rolling her over, Melissa allowed the Master to gaze upon Sun Lin’s
high full breasts. Tall for a
Chinese, she was about the same height as Nova and was equally well developed
in her chest dimensions. Once
again, the Master Assassin felt himself hardening as he surveyed her hard
flat belly and long rounded legs.
Even in her relaxed state, her smooth, powerful musculature could
be easily seen.
But he restrained himself. He
had plans for all of the heroines.
He could control his urges until they were all properly
restrained.
Melissa finished with the Jade Dragon and then moved to the Blue Avenger
and finally to the Scarlet Falcon.
The sight of the nude body of the last heroine almost pushed the Master
over the edge.
Suzi’s golden hair spilled to her
waist. Even
lying on her belly her breasts bulged out from under
her ribcage, like two large ripe
cantaloupes. As Melissa rolled
her over, her firm hemispheres hardly
jiggled. He had never before
beheld such feminine splendour. For
most of his life he had seen only oriental women, and the sight of Suzi’s
splendid endowments filled him with lust and
desire. Almost
six feet tall, the honey blonde heroine stood a head taller than him and
every inch of her body was magnificently
sculptured. He found his
eyes fixated on her mound of Venus, and its crown of golden
fleece. What would it
be like to take such a woman? Then
his eyes turned to Melissa’s cringing
form. His memory recalled the
incredible beauty of the black-clad, brown-eyed
heroine. Except for the scarf
that he had pulled off her head, she was still fully dressed, if the revealing
costume she wore could be considered
dressed. He looked back to the
Scarlet Falcon. He determined
that she would be part of his payment, but in the meantime he would deal
with the slut who had betrayed all of her companions.
All of the paralysed heroines were now stripped and
chained. In a few minutes the
poison would began to wear off and then the real fun would begin, but first
he intended to deal with his ex-disciple.
The Master Assassin still held a strong grudge against the tall young
woman who had dared to defy him.
Never in his life of deception, cruelty, and murder had he so misjudged
one of his acolytes.
He had first laid eyes on the young girl he had called Zhen Juan, or
“precious and beautiful,” after murdering her
parents. Even as a tiny girl
of five she had been alluring, with smooth, white skin, long brown hair,
and deep brown eyes. He had been
captivated from the start. He
had decided from the first meeting that she would be his
consort. But that would require
training her in his profession. To
his surprise and delight, Zhen Juan had taken to the science of killing with
alacrity. She had exceeded the
performance of any previous pupil.
Captivated by her grace and skill, the Master had taken a personal interest
in the young girl. It was an
interest that could not be ignored by other senior members of the
Assassins’ Guild. The Master
had justified his unusual interest by touting her as the greatest of all
his pupils, and indeed she had turned out to be just that. Her failure to
perform as expected had been a humiliating
blow. He had lost considerable
face and standing within the order and his anger had been almost uncontrollable.
He had punished her in a manner that she
deserved. But even here he had
faced humiliation when the girl had
escaped. He had not been able
to finish the job of properly punishing and humiliating Zhen Juan for her
disgraceful behaviour. But now,
unexpectedly, she was at his mercy again.
He would finish what he had begun, and this time she would not
escape.
Having finished her task of chaining her companions, Zhen Juan crouched at
his feet. She had prostrated
herself an appropriately subservient
manner. Now he would deal with
her. “Strip,” he
ordered
He watched with lust-filled eyes, as item by item Melissa removed her already
revealing costume. As she removed
her skin-tight dress his eyes widened, not at the gorgeous body that was
revealed, but at the absence of something he had expected to
see. Her perfect body was
unblemished, and it should not have been.
What had become of the scars that should have decorated her
body? He had flogged her
brutally. Her back and chest
should have been criss-crossed with the evidence of the scourging he had
given her. But her velvet skin
was flawless, showing not a mark, other than the sign of the scorpion branded
between her voluptuous breasts. It
was most strange, but he determined that her skin would not go undamaged
for long.
As Melissa stripped, her mortification and sense of helplessness
increased. Memories of the cruel
punishment the Master had inflicted on her before flooded her
mind. Her heart began to beat
wildly, and despite her best efforts, she could not control her
breathing. She was almost shaking
in fear by the time the last vestiges of her clothing were removed and beads
of sweat streamed down her body.
She stood naked and trembling before the Master, awaiting his
command. His
eyes, all that showed behind his mask, swept over
her body. During the year she
had been away from him, she had actually become more
beautiful. She was taller, having
actually grown an inch or so and had filled out a
little. At five-foot-eleven,
she now towered over him, but her height added to rather than detracted from
her beauty. His eyes were drawn
to her prominent breasts. They
quivered slightly, as she shivered before
him. Her fear was apparent, and
that made her even more desirable.
He would enjoy punishing this naked slut.
His eyes dropped to her pelvic region.
The area between her trembling thighs was clean-shaven, leaving her
more naked in that region than even an
oriental. He found the sight
powerfully arousing.
His eyes turned to the other captive
heroines. They were all awake
now, and lying
silently. Each of them had tested
her bonds, seeking a way of escape, but Melissa had done her work
well. They would not be going
anywhere unless he released them.
From the same cupboard where he had stored the chains, the Master removed
several leather collars. Attached
to each was a length of chain, much like a dog
leash. “Get them into a
kneeling position and then secure them with these,” he ordered, handing
Melissa the chains.
“Secure their feet as well,
so that they are unable to rise.”
Naked and obedient, Melissa trotted over to her companions and proceeded
to complete their bondage. The
swaying of her hips and the flexing of her buttocks as she moved
away, caused a further stirring in the Masters
loins. He would have to relieve
himself soon, or he would go mad.
As instructed, Melissa attached a collar to each
heroine. Then she lifted each
woman into a kneeling position. She
placed a short length of chain just behind each of their knees and locked
it on to ringbolts in the floor to make sure that they could not
stand. The chain fastened to
the collar was then attached to a hook in the ceiling so that they were forced
to kneel in place. Now the audience
was ready and the Master could begin.
He rummaged in the cupboard once
more. “Come here,”
he commanded.
Melissa stood before the Master, sweating in
fear. Glancing at her naked genitals
he sneered. “You have become
even more the sex slave that I created.
Now your punishment begins.
Hold out your hands.”
Melissa extended her arms and the Master strapped a leather cuff on each
wrist. He then clipped a length
of chain to each cuff and hooked the other ends of the chains to ringbolts
in the ceiling. Melissa stood
with her arms raised over her head.
Her large breasts lifted.
The Master licked his lips again as he stared at her upturned nipples.
He took out a long pencil-thick needle.
Melissa shuddered as she saw it, guessing its use. Melissa was so
placed that she was visible to all of the chained
heroines. They were all arranged
like spectators at some sporting event.
None of them said a word.
Both the Jade Dragon and Nova, familiar with the traditions of the
orient, and understanding Chinese, recognized the Master Assassin for what
he was. Suzi and Kyla took the
lead from the other two heroines and also remained
quiet.
“Now,” said the Master, sneering beneath his masked face, “show
your friends how well you can stand
pain.” His eyes flicked
over the scorpion scar burned between Melissa’s prominent
breasts.
Taking out a pair of tongs, he clamped the steel pincers on Melissa’s
right nipple. She gritted her
teeth at the sharp pain, but said
nothing. Then he slowly pulled
the nipple toward him, stretching the elastic tissue of her
breast. When he had stretched
the tip of her breast out an inch, he placed the point of the needle at the
base of her areola. He took his
time, drawing out the ceremony.
Sweat poured off her body as she anticipated the terrible pain to
come.
With slowly increasing pressure the Master pushed the needle point against
the yielding flesh. The point
pierced the skin, drawing a drop of
blood. Melissa stood unmoving,
but in terrible pain. The needle
was huge and every millimetre of its penetration created intense
agony. She made no sound, but
the tears streamed down her face.
“Ugghh!”
Melissa
gasped; a sharp intake of breath, as the point of the needle was shoved right
through the tip of her breast. The
pain was excruciating; at least as bad as anything she had experienced
before. But the Master was not
finished. He pushed the foot-long
needle halfway through her quivering flesh and then left it
there. From his pocket, he took
out another needle. Releasing
her right nipple, he clamped the tongs on the pink rosette of her left mammary
and repeated the procedure.
Melissa felt like screaming, but held herself
in check. She had to show her
companions that she could endure the ordeal the Master was putting her
through. Then she felt
sick. Not from the pain, but
from the reality of her betrayal of her sister
heroines. She came very close
to weeping then, but clamped down on her
emotions. She had to endure this,
and do it with as much dignity as she could muster under the humiliating
circumstances.
“We are with you, Scorpion.
You can endure.” It
was the Jade Dragon, speaking in Chinese from her position of bondage on
the floor.
The Masters Assassin’s eyes glowered at the chained heroine from behind
his mask. He would deal with
that bitch later.
Sun Lin watched in helpless horror as the latest of
With cruel deliberation, the Master twisted
the needles that he had thrust into Melissa’s
breasts. The blood streamed down
her chest and belly in long red rivulets as he opened the wounds
farther. Melissa’s mouth
opened in pain, but no sound came forth.
She could not give in now.
The Master was just beginning.
She knew that considerably more pain awaited her before he was
through.
Seemingly satisfied that he had caused enough damage to her nipples, the
Master withdrew the needle that pierced her left
breast. Melissa grunted a little
as he gave it one final twist as he pulled it
out. What he did next, however,
almost brought a cry of protest from her
lips. In his hand he held a large
gold ring. She had seen such
rings in the noses of bulls. They
were far too large to use on humans.
Nevertheless, the Master parted the ring, and pushed its sharp edge
into the open wound he had made just below Melissa’s
areola.
Melissa arched her back in pain, as the ring was
inserted. The Master took out
a large pair of pliers and closed the ring, locking its ends
together. Then he moved to her
right breast and inserted a second ring.
Melissa swayed. Her legs felt
like rubber. She had been pierced
as if she was some farm animal. Her
sensitive nipples hurt terribly, but the pain was about to get
worse.
The Master attached a length of chain to each
nipple. It was not the sort of
light chain normally used in bondage, but one with much heavier
links. Its weight distorted her
breasts as he attached it.
“This must be some sort of nightmare,” Melissa
thought. Any minute now she would
wake up. How could the Master
Assassin be in
The Master was lengthening the chain that
held her arms over her head. As
he did so, Melissa sank to her knees so that the chains dangling from her
breasts would partially rest on the
floor. They were so heavy that
she feared her nipples would be torn off by the weight.
The master allowed Melissa to sink to her knees and then he stopped extending
the chains that held her arms over her
head. Instead, he attached the
chains that were pulling on her breasts to ringbolts set in the
floor. The result was that she
ended up on her knees, with her arms and body at an angle of 45 degrees to
the floor. She could not change
the angle without fear of tearing her nipples
off. She crouched on the floor,
her body bent at the waist and her weight on her knees.
The Master seemed satisfied with his
work. “Now my little whore,
we can begin. If I remember correctly
you were particularly proficient at pleasing me with your mouth.”
The Master opened his robe, revealing a scorpion scar on his chest identical
to Melissa’s. He wore only
a small loincloth underneath, which he slowly
removed. His penis was on a level
with her eyes. She felt
sick. She could smell his strong
male odour, but rather than arousing her, it filled her with
disgust. She quailed before him,
hoping against hope that he would not humiliate her any further in front
of the other heroines.
The Master raised his foot, placing it on a small stool that he had moved
a few inches from her face.
“Lick my foot like the cringing dog that you are,” he
commanded.
Melissa hung her head. The Master
had summed up her character perfectly.
Who else but a gutter cur could have knowingly led her trusting companions
into the hands of a villain?
Completely cowed and debased she extended her tongue and licked his
foot.
“That’s it my little whore.
Lick it. All of
it.” He pushed his foot
closer and allowed her to tongue the rest of his
foot. Almost weeping with shame,
Melissa stroked his foot with her tongue, moving from foot to ankle and from
ankle to knee as the master presented more and more of his leg to her mouth.
Slowly he forced her to work her way higher, until she was licking his thigh,
her mouth only a few inches from his dangling penis, which she could see
was slowly stiffening. The Master
moved a little closer. He placed
his hand on the back of her head and directed her mouth to his
scrotum. “Take my jewels
in your mouth slut. And be careful
you do not do anything foolish. The
lives of your companions depend on it.”
Melissa was so thoroughly intimidated that no threat to her friends was
necessary. Opening her mouth,
she took the Master’s testicles into her
mouth. “Ahh,” the Master
sighed. That is
perfect. I wasted my time training
you to be an assassin. It is
quite obvious that you would have made a much better street
prostitute.”
Sun Lin’s and Natassia’s eyes
widened. This was something that
they had not suspected about Melissa.
They knew that she was possessed of formidable martial arts skills,
but had not once suspected that she was a part of one of
The Master allowed Melissa to lubricate his
sac until he was fully erect, and then he directed her mouth toward the end
of his penis. Melissa knew what
was expected of her. Parting
her succulent lips she took his rigid member in her mouth.
“Ahh, that’s it!” the Master
exclaimed. He held the back of
Melissa’s head and pushed himself deep into her.
Almost gagging, Melissa tried to pull away from the vile organ that was invading
her throat. Excruciating agony
reminded her that any attempt to move from her position would rip her nipples
off. Almost weeping in pain and
humiliation, she steeled herself for the ordeal, and fought back her urge
to vomit. She was caught in a
trap of her own making and now she would have to pay the
price.
“Lick it, whore. Lick like
I showed you the first time.”
Desperate to get this part of her ordeal over with, Melissa swirled her tongue
over the end of the Master’s organ.
He groaned with pleasure and clenched his fists in her auburn
locks. Moving her head back and
forth, he forced Melissa to bring him very close to orgasm.
The four other heroines watched in
disgust. Nova’s and Sun
Lin’s knowledge of Chinese, enabled them to understand the
conversation. They were beginning
to have an inkling of what Melissa had endured in
The Master withdrew from her
mouth. He wanted to save his
orgasm for her vagina. The
brown-haired bitch could really suck, but he wanted more than
that. He moved away from her
and took a long black whip out of the cupboard.
The sight of the whip sent a wave of terror coursing through
Melissa. Still vivid was the
memory of the terrible flogging she had received from the Master the first
time he had punished her. She
jerked her chains, her pierced breasts quivering as she strained to
escape. The pain of the nipple
rings forced her to remain still.
But she was absolutely terrified.
The whites of her eyes showed as she tried to follow him as he moved
behind her.
Crack!
The
sound of the whip made her jump, sending a wave of pain coursing through
her already throbbing breasts. But
it was only the Master warming up.
The whip had not touched her yet.
Crack!
“Aaaagghh!”
This time the lash ripped the smooth skin of her beautifully contoured
derriere, leaving a long bloody welt.
Crack!
“Oooohh!
This time the whip tore the skin off her back.
The Master smiled behind his mask.
The bitch was no longer silent.
Soon he would have her begging for
mercy. He raised the whip again.
Melissa braced herself for the lash.
Reaching as high as she could without tearing her breasts, she took
one of the chains in each hand, and tried to take up the
strain. At the same time she
leaned forward to ease up on the pain in her
nipples. She was panting in
fear.
A simultaneous movement from the four heroines distracted the Master.
All of them were pulling at their
chains. The disgusting spectacle
of Melissa’s humiliation had galvanized them into desperate but futile
action. Each of the chained women
yanked on her bonds trying desperately to escape, but Melissa had done her
job well. They gained nothing
except frustration. “Stop
that you sick scum!” screamed Suzi.
She knew that such an outburst could result in the black-clad
villain’s attention being directed toward her, but she did not
care. She was sickened by what
she was watching.
“Tell you friends that they will have their turn,” said the
Master.
“Just as soon as I am finished with
you.”
“You’ve done enough to her, dog,” interjected Nova in perfect
Chinese. “Now let her
go.” She strained at the
chains that held her as she spoke, her fluid muscles rippling beneath her
silken skin.
The Master did not reply.
Fascinated by the beauty of the young woman he was about to flog,
he ignored the attempts of the heroines to distract
him.
Crack!
“Uuggghhhnn!”
This time the tip of the whip had curled around her torso, leaving
a long red stripe on her flat belly.
Crack! Crack!
Crack! Melissa screamed in pain as her once
flawless skin was shredded.
Eventually she broke.
Stop!
Oh please stop!” she begged in
Chinese. But the Master did not
stop. His sadistic pleasure was
just beginning. He gave her another
ten lashes. At the end of it,
Melissa was screaming hysterically, unable to even speak.
Now she was ready. He put away
the whip and waited until Melissa’s shrieks had subsided into moans
and moved up against Melissa’s tight backside and found the entrance
to her vagina.
“Oh please, no!” Melissa
pleaded. The Master smiled to
himself. He slowly thrust forward,
enjoying the tightening of Melissa’s backside as his penis parted her
labia.
“Don’t, please don’t,”
She was totally dishonoured. She
had been beaten and degraded in front of her
companions. Now she was to be
utterly defiled. It was almost
more than she could bear.
The Master pushed forward into Melissa’s Holy
Grail. He felt her quivering
vagina clench around his phallus as he forced her open.
Melissa whimpered. It was not
so much the pain, but the shame of being taken in front of the four women
she had once thought of as her
companions. That was all behind
her now. Her disgraceful
betrayal of the women who had trusted her meant that she had lost the only
family she had really had. But
she still did not want them to witness her complete degradation.
The Master thrust harder. He
was deep within her now, enjoying the tight walls of her love tunnel as they
pulsed with blood. Despite her
fear and horror at what was happening to her, her body was reacting to the
forced intercourse. Soon her
vaginal canal was slick with her lubricant and the semen of the Master Assassin.
For half an hour he raped her mercilessly, using every trick he knew to draw
out the agony and humiliation his victim was experiencing, and then just
before reaching orgasm, he withdrew.
Melissa slumped in her chains.
For awhile her ordeal was over.
Or was it?
“Oh
God
no! Please not
that!” The Master had moved
his dripping rod to the tiny entrance to Melissa’s
anus. Gripping her hips firmly,
he pushed past her now weak defences and sank his slippery shaft into her
bowels. Melissa burst into
tears. What little self-control
she had was now gone. Sobbing
like a child, she squirmed as her pain-wracked body was brutally violated
again.
A few feet away, the chained heroines shared
her grief. Filled with horror,
they could only watch as their young companion was forced to submit to the
ultimate in superheroine humiliation.
And foremost in all of their minds was the knowledge that it would
soon be their turn.
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