There was nothing that Brick Henson could
have done that would have created more hatred in the Black Leopard than her
sexual humiliation at his hands. As
soon as she had recovered from her ordeal, she made it her business to find
out everything she could about the gangland
boss.
She had determined quite early on in her investigation that Brick’s
HQ was almost impregnable. Not
only was it heavily guarded, but also some sort of mad scientist had filled
it with booby taps, making it a most dangerous place to break
into. There was, however, one
weakness. Apparently it had never
occurred to Brick or any of his men that an attack might be launched from
below. And that was why the beautiful
arch-criminal was wading knee deep through the fetid water of the storm sewer
that ran directly under Brick’s
headquarters.
It was an unpleasant business; the sewer stank and every bit of solid ground
was a home for hundreds of rats and other crawling
vermin. But somewhere above her
there was an access hatch that led to the subbasement levels of Brick’s
HQ. The Black Leopard had learned
this from old city records she had stolen from the city hall
archives. She splashed forward
another few steps and encountered the rungs of a rusting steel
ladder.
“This must be it,” she thought.
Holding her small flashlight between her teeth, she started up the
ladder.
At the top of the ladder, an iron hatch barred the
way. It was either locked or
rusted shut, but the Black Leopard was not
deterred. She was an expert at
getting past barriers intended to protect people’s valuables and the
hatch was just one more minor obstacle as far as she was
concerned. She took out a compact
diamond-tipped drill from her utility belt and cut through the hatch with
ease. Then she inserted a
diamond-toothed saw into the opening and cut a circular opening in the iron
hatch. This took her a little
longer, but she was a patient woman and her desire for revenge was a powerful
motivator.
Eventually, the metal gave way and she dropped the hatch into the
sewer. She climbed through the
opening and found herself in a small dark room that was filled with numerous
wires and pipes. She had obviously
entered the main utility room for Brick’s
HQ. Threading her way amongst
the electrical and plumbing connections, she came to a heavy steel
door. It was locked, but the
lock mechanism was a simple one. It
took her only a few seconds to open it.
The Black Leopard emerged into a dimly lit
corridor. To her left was a blank
concrete wall. To her right the
corridor disappeared into the darkness.
As silent as the animal whose name she bore, the Black Leopard padded
down the hallway. The floor began
to angle up slightly as she moved along, and then the hallway began to zigzag,
taking her steadily higher in the
building. Eventually she reached
another door. This one was not
locked and she emerged from the darkness into a brightly-lit
room.
It took her a few minutes for her eyes to readjust to the light, but she
was able to determine that she had penetrated the inner recesses of Brick’s
HQ. The room she was in contained
enough food and drink to last several
months. In addition, it contained
a suitcase full of cash. The
Black Leopard realized that by good fortune she had stumbled upon Brick’s
place of refuge. His last chance
hiding place. He could probably
stay here for weeks or months if he was in any danger, or use the money to
escape to some distant land where he could not be
reached.
The door to the room was not locked.
A massive bar leaned against the wall, but obviously it was only meant
to be closed against a possible pursuer.
She pushed against the door and it swung smoothly open on well-oiled
hinges. When she pushed it closed,
she noticed that it merged perfectly with the wall so that only someone who
knew it was there could find it.
“Clever,” the Black Leopard thought, “a hiding place that
only Brick would know about.”
The room she had entered appeared to be a large conference
room. It was probably used by
Brick’s men for planning some sort of criminal
activity. There was another door
on the far side and there was a considerable amount of noise coming through
it. It sounded like some sort
of wild party with lots of screaming and shouting going
on.
Cautiously she opened the door a crack.
Her eyes widened in amazement.
The sight she beheld was both horrifying and
fascinating. The room was full
of Brick’s men. Tied to
three tables were three of the interfering superheroines who had been making
life miserable for the criminals of
The Black Leopard smiled with glee and settled back to watch the
show. Suddenly there was a
disturbance at the side of the room and a fourth woman was dragged
in. She was a heroine that the
Black Leopard had never seen before.
Brick’s men dragged the unconscious woman across the room and
secured her in a huge metal frame.
Then the show really got interesting, as Brick took out his
whip.
The Black Leopard’s eyes narrowed and a growl rose in her throat when
she spied the brutal crimelord. She
would have her vengeance upon him before the day was
through!
In the meantime, she quite enjoyed watching Brick punish Nova, although she
was a bit disappointed when the strange little Russian turned off the
Rapemaster. Eventually, she saw
the entire dramatic scene unfold before her, including the dramatic escape
of the three superheroines and the battle with Brick’s
goons. She also saw Brick Henson
scuttle away on all fours when the fighting broke
out. He had been lying in a pool
of his own vomit, but had roused himself enough to make good his escape when
it became obvious that the three angry heroines were going to make short
work of his men.
He crawled straight toward the Black Leopard’s hiding
place. Hardly able to believe
her good fortune, she scampered back across the room, located the secret
door and hid behind a store of food
supplies. As she surmised, Brick
staggered through the door a few seconds after she had reached her hiding
place. She waited until he had
entered the room and barred the door before she made her
move. Now they would not be
disturbed.
Although very pale, Brick seemed to be recovering from his encounter with
the
Dragon’s
Eye.
“Apparently, the gem does not respond well to evil,” thought the
Black Leopard.
Brick sat down at a small table and poured himself a
drink. He was sitting with his
back to the Black Leopard.
“A sitting duck,” she thought.
Moving catlike across the floor, she pounced on the unsuspecting crime
boss. Brick was caught completely
off guard. Although more than
twice the weight of his attacker, the ferocity of the Black Leopard’s
attack knocked him to the floor.
Looping a length of silken cord about his neck, she pulled it tight,
cutting off the huge man’s oxygen
supply. Gasping and grunting
as he slowly suffocated, Brick thrashed about like a beached
whale. Gradually, his efforts
weakened until finally, he slumped forward.
The Black Leopard loosened the cord, she did not want him
dead. She had other plans for
him.
Brick opened his eyes. Waves
of nausea swept over him and his stomach
heaved. Bile rose in his
throat. He tried to rise, but
found he was bound face down on a large
table. Each of his arms was fastened
to a corner of the table and a rope held his head down on its
surface. With a feeling of horror
he realized that he was lashed to the same table to which he had tied the
Jade Dragon. His horror and
apprehension increased when he further realized that he was entirely naked
and he was bent over the table with each of his legs secured to one of the
table
legs.
“Oohh!” he groaned as he tried to lift
himself.
“Well, it’s about time you woke up, you piece of
crap! I’ve been sitting
here for half an hour waiting for
you.”
A dark shape moved in front of him.
Arching his neck, Brick perceived the form of a petite woman dressed
entirely in black. He
groaned. “Not another
superheroine. Is there no end
to them?”
“Guess again, asshole,” the dark figure
replied. “I’m much
worse than any of those superheroine
pussies.”
Viciously, the Black Leopard raked her hand across Brick’s face, her
clawed fingers ripping four parallel grooves in his
face.
“Aaahhh!”
screamed the helpless crime
boss.
“Stop!
Stop! Why are you doing
this? I don’t even know
you.”
“What a short memory you have,” the Black Leopard
growled. “Surely you remember
raping me only a couple of days ago.”
“That was you? That Chinese
piece of tit? I didn’t mean
any harm. Me and the boys was
just having some
fun.”
“FUN?”
The Black Leopard screamed
the word.
“FUN?” Well, that’s what I’m
going to have. And I hope you
enjoy it as much as I do.”
The Black Leopard disappeared behind him.
Brick tried to twist his head to see what she was up
to. That was when he discovered
that the back of the table had been folded down and the huge dildo of the
Rapemaster had been moved into placed behind his
backside.
“Christ no,” he screamed.
“You’ll kill
me!”
“That’s the idea you son-of-a-bitch,” retorted the Black
Leopard. She flicked the switch
on the Rapemaster and the huge dildo moved
forward.
“AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHH!!”
Brick let out a piercing
high-pitched scream. The dildo
moved inexorably forward impaling him on its dull
point. He shrieked again and
kept on
screaming.
Epilogue
The four heroines never did find Brick
Henson. Not that day or any
other. He seemed to have completely
disappeared from
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