The Adventures of the Jade
Dragon
Episode
6
Chapter 15
Redemption and Retribution
Li Mei wrinkled her nose at the stench.
She didn’t like traveling by way of the sewers, but they offered
a safe passage into the heart of enemy
territory. She had found out
where her Pussies were. They
had been treated in the same manner that she had been and were ensconced
in one of Brad Adams’ brothels.
Apparently, the Mad Russian and the king of prostitution in
She would still have to be
careful.
She turned out to be
right. The sewers were watched,
but
She worked her way through the basement levels,
eventually coming to the main machine
room. “Perfect,” she
thought. Right in front of her
were the main power cables for the
building. She settled down to
wait for darkness.
Elenah Firenza got out of her Duesenberg.
If she was to take control she wanted to make an impressive
entrance. It was quite possible
that her criminal organization had been completely taken over by Stevens
during her short absence. She
would have to reestablish her authority before proceeding
further. She was feeling much
better now that she had spent a little time at
home. She had experienced no
difficulty in returning to her lavish
mansion. Apparently Stevens had
taken no action regarding her other
identity. She had been able to
have a bath, a relaxing sleep, and a change of
clothing. Despite the numerous
bruises that still covered her body, she felt like a new
woman. She was ready to reassert
her authority.
Her driver had stopped the Duesenberg right in front of the huge sliding
doors that led to the parking garage of her
headquarters. Loitering in front
of the doors were several men she knew
well. They had all worked for
her in the past. The problem
was that none of them knew what she looked
like. She intended to keep it
that way. She was heavily veiled
as usual, but she knew that many of her henchmen recognized her
voice. Boldly, she strode toward
the lounging thugs.
There were five men guarding the outside of the
building. As the well-dressed,
veiled woman came forward they glanced at one another
nervously. One of
them stepped toward her.
“Crandon, isn’t it?” she said
before the men could speak.
“Stiletto…,” answered the man
slowly. “…Stevens said
you wuz dead.”
“Rumors,” she said.
“That was what Stevens wanted you to
think. As you can see I am very
much alive.”
A second man moved forward.
“Wait a minute. How
do we know it’s her?
Ain’t never seen her
face.”
“But you know my voice don’t you,
“Sure sounds like her,” said Crandon,
“but we wuz told by Stevens not to take orders from her any
more.”
“Enough of this,” said Elenah
impatiently. “I’m not
here to debate who I am with my henchmen.
Stand aside and open the garage doors.”
“Can’t
do that,
honey. Stevens wouldn’t like
it. I think you better show us
your face.” Crandon reached
out for Elenah’s veil.
Her knife was in his throat before he even
knew it was in her hand. His
eyes bulging in disbelief, Crandon screamed, clutching at his throat in a
vain attempt to stop the bleeding.
Elanah stepped back to avoid being splattered by the
gore.
“Anyone else doubt me?” she asked, glaring
at the four remaining men.
“No, Stiletto,”
Smiling, Elenah got back in the
car. “So far so good,”
she thought. She was almost back
in control. Soon she would deal
with Stevens.
Melissa gasped as the Master finished with
her. It had been a painful session,
and her strength was almost at an end.
Her well-muscled body was lathered in sweat, and in spite of her best
efforts she had been unable to stop herself from writhing and twisting as
the master assaulted her. As
a result, blood from her bleeding breasts joined that of the stripes made
by the flogging.
Closing his robe, the Master strode to the
door. Opening it a crack he spoke
in halting English. “Tell
bosses, everything ready. I wait
here.”
A few minutes later the door opened
and four of the biggest crimelords in
Zhuang bowed to the Master, who returned the
bow. “Well done,
Master. You have captured all
of them. You will receive your
agreed upon reward.”
The Master bowed. Behind Zhuang,
however,
Zhuang turned to him
calmly. “That was the amount
agreed upon. The Master has traveled
far to aid us. Would you prefer
that these women be released?”
Retinoff stepped forward, a bit miffed at
having Zhuang assume the leadership role in his own
establishment. “As agreed
we get to choose one of the heroines for personal
use. I suggest we do it by
chance.” Retinoff produced
four quarters. We will match
for it. Odd
or even.
“Seems fair,” said Stevens.
He held out his hand for a coin, as did the
others.
They tossed: three heads and one tail.
Retinoff was eliminated. He
frowned, awarded last choice in his own
headquarters. They tossed again
and this time Stevens was eliminated.
It was down to Zhuang and Adams.
They tossed and
Zhuang
smiled. “I will take the
blonde woman,” he said.
“But I want a large bed before I take
her.”
Stevens took the Jade
Dragon. “You guys are
suckers,” he crowed.
“Look at the body on this one,” she’s built like a
Greek goddess.”
“Each to his own,” replied Zhuang,
placidly. “I prefer blonde
white women.”
Retinoff went over to Nova.
“That leaves you for me,” he said in his high-pitched
voice. He
grinned. “If I recall, we
were in the middle of some unfinished business the last time we
met. And this time,” she
said, looking at Melissa, “your assassin friend will not be able to
help you.” He let loose
a high pitched giggle. Nova took
a deep breath. It was about to
begin again.
The villains supervised the placement of the chained
heroines. And they took no
chances. The chains attached
to their ankles and wrists were not
removed. Each one was picked
up by two escorts and prepared as each crimelord
directed.
Suzi found herself plunked down on a large
bed. The largest
bed that she had ever seen.
It was big enough for ten people, or one person the size of
Zhuang. The Chinese crimelord
was immense. He stood at least
six-foot-five and she guessed that he must weigh at least four hundred
pounds. She shuddered as she
thought of all that weight descending upon her.
Zhuang settled himself into a chair that creaked under his weight as his
henchmen prepared Suzi. Under
his direction they fastened the chain about her neck to a ringbolt in the
back of the bed. Then one of
her wrists was unchained and attached by a longer chain to another ringbolt
at the top corner of the bed. Her
other arm was fastened in the same way, leaving her with her body in the
shape of a capital “Y.”
Then each of her legs was pulled back in the same direction as her
arms. Suzi struggled as she was
forced into the painful an undignified
position. Her ankles eventually
ended up linked to the same chains that held her
wrists. It left her horribly
exposed and vulnerable; her sex organs and anus on display for all to see
and easy for the gigantic crimelord to
access.
With a wave of his hand Zhuang dismissed his
henchmen. Lurching to his feet,
he lumbered toward her. “You
do not know how much I have looked forward to this,” she
said. “To have a superheroine
at my mercy, and one possessed of such great
beauty. This will be a most enjoyable
occasion.”
Suzi strained at her bonds. She
was utterly helpless. She knew
eventually that it would come to this.
Watching the physical and mental torture of Melissa had been horrible,
but now it was her turn. She
hoped that as on other occasions she would face up to the ordeal
bravely.
She gasped in dismay as Zhuang stripped in front of
her. His phallus was immense,
at least as large the biggest organ she had been tortured with
before. Even worse, Zhuang’s
huge body disgusted her. Great
folds of flab shook and quivered as he revealed his enormous
body. His breasts were actually
larger than hers and his entire body joggled when he
moved. Even Though he was inactive,
his body was covered in a sheen of
sweat.
Having finished disrobing, Zhuang clambered on to the bed, which creaked
ominously under his bulk. The
though of having such a monster mount her sent waves of fear through the
heroine’s body. Her muscles
rippled from the effort of attempting to bring her legs down, but all she
succeeded in doing was wiggling her shapely backside.
“Most inviting, my dear, most inviting,” crooned Zhuang in his
slightly accented English. Slowly
he crawled toward her, the bed shifting under his weight as he
advanced.
To Suzi it was like watching a steamroller grind inexorably toward
her. She tried to remain calm,
but trembled at the thought of what was about to happed to
her. Her mouth was dry with fear,
but her body dripped the sweat. Her
blazing blue eyes wide, she was almost gasping with fear and
apprehension.
“I promise you” she panted. “that
you will regret every second of what you do
here. You cannot, defile a
superheroine and escape retribution.”
Zhuang chuckled, an ominous sound.
“And who is going to deal with me? It seems that you and your
friends are at our mercy.
As you are now about to find
out.”
By this time, Zhuang’s head was level with Suzi’s
crotch. To her dismay and disgust,
he lowered his large head and began to lick her
genitalia. She stiffened and
tried to twist away from his invading tongue, but the chains held her
fast. Zhuang reached up with
his flabby arms and gripped her quivering
breasts. Suzi suppressed a moan
as his thick fingers tighten like clamps on her nipples.
“So firm,” Zhuang exulted, “and yet so
large. You are a truly magnificent
animal. This is going to be every
bit as enjoyable as I hoped.”
Zhuang slithered his tongue into Suzi’s
vulva. She could not suppress
a startled squeal as he did so. His
tongue thoroughly lubricated her outer
lips. It was all she could do
to keep from screaming. In spite
of her fear, she could feel her body betraying her, as her vaginal juices
started to flow and the folds of her labia began to
engorge.
“Ah,” exclaimed Zhuang triumphantly, “have I discovered your
weakness? A little tongue in
your pussy and you are as wet as a courtesan.”
“You’ll pay for this,” Suzi grunted, barely about to control
herself.
She was ashamed at her reaction.
Why had her body decided to choose this time to betray
her?
Zhuang was almost ecstatic. He
had expected the heroine to rant, rave, and threaten; even beg for mercy,
but he had not expected to sexually excite
her. If was proof in his mind
of his great sexual prowess.
Lowering his grip to Suzi’s splendid tight backside, he burrowed
into her, probing as deeply as he could with a tongue that was most
impressive.
“Ooohh!”
Suzi could not suppress a moan, as Zhuang explored her
genitals. He was exciting her
in spite of the horror of the situation she found herself
in.
Zhuang did not let up; he continued to flick
his strong pliant tongue into every crevice of Suzi’s soft
cleft. Perspiring, even before
he had started on her, the sweat now poured off her
body. “Oh God,” she
thought, “please make him
stop. I’m not sure I can
take much more of this.”
She began to pant, as it took all of her concentration to stop her pelvis
from trying to gyrate in time to Zhuang’s intense tonguing of the most
sensitive area of her anatomy. Just
as she felt as if she was going to explode, Zhuang
stopped. Suzi, sighed in relief,
but then gasped in horror, as Zhuang, now fully aroused himself pulled his
huge bulk onto her.
“Uuugghhh!”
Suzi grunted at the crushing
weight. Zhuang’s mass crushed
her down into the mattress. If
she had not been on a soft surface, it is very likely that his weight would
have broken her pelvis bones.
She could hardly breathe as he settled into
place. His great folds of fat
enfolded her. It was like being
raped by a walrus, she thought. And
then she felt his thick heavy rod pressing against her divine
gateway. Slowly, he edged into
her, spreading her now well-lubricated vulva and penetrating her tight
vagina.
In spite of the stimulation she had received, entering Suzi was no easy
matter. Zhuang’s organ was
immense, as thick as her wrist and half as long as her
forearm. Suzi was superheroine
tight, a condition unique to costumed
crimefighters. Every centimeter
of penetration was hard fought, and for Suzi, very
painful.
A major part of the problem was Nova’s gift of
healing. Each time she ministered
to her companions, she returned them to their original virginal condition,
thus each sexual encounter with a villain was just as painful as the first
time. This was, of course, something
that none of the heroines understood.
And their adventures so frequently resulted in serious injury that
it was almost always necessary for Nova to offer her services after another
set of villains had been defeated.
As a result, each time they were captured and subjected to the treatment
all villains loved to deal out to heroines, they experienced a most painful
ordeal.
It was just such an ordeal that Suzi was undergoing
now. Her tight vagina felt as
if it was being stretched to the limit, as Zhuang thrust into her love
tunnel. Slowly, centimeter by
centimeter, he drove into her and as he did so, the pain
mounted. Suzi’s
gasps turned into moans, then whimpers, and finally
screams.
“Eeeaagghh!”
she
shrieked.
“Stop,
please stop!
Aaahhaaah!”
Her heroine self control finally broke
down. Hardly able to breathe,
and being split apart by what felt like a giant wedge being driven into her,
she begged for mercy.
Her reaction, was of course, exactly what
Zhuang had been trying to achieve.
He raped her steadily for two hours, reducing the once self-confident
heroine to a whimpering little girl.
When Zhuang finally did stop, and rolled off her completely exhausted,
Suzi continued to weep, absolutely mortified at her loss of self-control,
but unable to suppress her sobs.
Beside her, Zhuang smiled in
satisfaction. That was the way
a crimelord dealt with a superheroine!
Sun Lin whimpered as Stevens thrust the point of the needle into her swollen
nipple. She was trying to control
herself, but she was very painfully bound, and the piercing of her left nipple
was almost the last straw. Her
wrists were tightly bound behind her back with coarse hemp rope that cut
cruelly into her velvet skin.
Stevens had twisted her wrists up high on her
back, so that they were right between her should
blades. It was a very painful
and awkward position. He had
then secured her wrists there by tying a rope from her wrists to her
neck. But he had not stopped
there. He had bent each of her
knees so that her ankles were right up against her thighs and then had made
sure they stayed there by lashing her ankles to her muscular
thighs. The ropes were so tight
that her firm flesh bulged out between the cords.
Finally, he had taken another length of rope and brutally encircled each
of her magnificent breasts with it.
He had drawn the rope as tightly as he could, so that each of Sun
Lin’s spectacular hemispheres was horribly distorted, and her nipples
rose like pink towers on the apex of each swollen
globe. The concentration of blood
in each of her engorged flowerets was such that as Stevens inserted the needle,
a jet of blood arced several inches into the
air. The sensation of pain was
acute and Sun Lin could not contain her expression of
pain. Stevens followed up this
cruel assault by piercing her right nipple in the same
way. But he was not yet finished
with his preparations. Withdrawing
the needles, he replaced each one with a metal stud, twisting the bleeding
buds as her did so. Sun Lin gritted
her teeth, her face twisting in agony.
Now Stevens was ready to punish her.
He attached a short length of chain to each stud and used the chains
to link the heroine to a pair of ring bolts at the foot of a large
bed. The result left Sun Lin
facing the bottom of the bed, her exquisite derriere thrust in the air, and
her head off the end of the bed.
Any attempt to move from that position would rip the flesh of her
delicate breasts.
Stevens produced a riding crop.
“You seem like a pretty spirited filly,” he sneered.
“Let’s see how well we can make you
gallop.” He swung the crop,
putting as much muscle into the blow as he
could.
Crack!
The
sound of the blow could be clearly heard outside the
room. In the hallway, Stevens’
henchmen smiled. The Boss would
show that Asian bitch a thing or two.
Crack!
Sun
Lin’s entire body shook from the
blow. She bit her lip so hard
to keep from screaming that the blood began to
flow. Focusing her mind, she
tried to block out the fearful pain as Stevens’ brought the riding crop
down again.
Crack!
Blood
spurted from the welts that now crisscrossed her beautifully rounded
buttocks. Stevens though he had
never seen such a gorgeous ass. He
was going to enjoy destroying such perfection.
Crack!
Sun
Lin’s lip quivered. She
knew it was only a matter of time before she was reduced from a defiant
superheroine to a screaming victim, begging for
mercy. All the advantages were
with Stevens. As long as his
arm held out he would win.
Crack!
This
time Sun Lin’s whimper was quite audible.
Crack! A sob escaped her lips.
Crack! Tears began to flow from her
emerald green eyes, dropping like liquid pearls onto the
floor.
Crack!
“Uuggghhh!”
A
grunt of
pain.
Crack!
“Unnngggg!”
Another
grunt. And then,
Crack!
“Aagghhh!”
An agonized
cry.
Stevens did not let
up. Another half dozen strokes
bloodied her backside. She cried
after each one, a sharp exclamation of pain that she could not control, but
Stevens’ flogging could not force the proud heroine to beg for
mercy. Her body bucked as he
rained blows upon her and she whimpered as her writhing body pulled on the
studs in her nipples. But she
did not break down. Frustrated,
Stevens finally cast aside his whip, stripped off his clothes and mounted
her.
He took her from the rear, without changing her position on the
bed. As he slammed into her
heroine-tight vagina, he rubbed brutally against the welts that covered her
bottom, sending waves of pain through her lacerated
backside. Sun Lin groaned in
acute agony each time Stevens drilled into her.
“Bitch,” swore Stevens in
frustration. “I’ll
make you scream one way or the other.
But Sun Lin was made of sterner stuff than the villainess he had
deflowered earlier that week. Try
as he might, he could not break the
heroine. He tried everything
he knew, from yanking on her ebony mane as he thrust into her, to squeezing
her already tortured breasts, but nothing he did got
more than a single cry of anguish.
Try as he might, he could not make her lose
control. Finally still cursing
her lack of response, Stevens erupted into
her. “You God damned
bitch,” he cursed.
“I’ll make you scream.
You’re coming home with me.
I’ll have you howling before I’m through with
you.”
Kyla groaned.
“That’s it, my little heroine,
cry,”
Kyla’s svelte body jerked at the impact,
her small, pointed breasts, bouncing as she tried to avoid the brutal
beating. She bit her bottom lip
to keep from screaming. She would
not allow this scum to hear her cry out.
But all the advantages in the situation were with
Kyla’s features contorted with
pain. Adam’s flicked the
whip again, this time aiming higher.
As the tip of the whip lacerated her breasts, Kyla cried out in
agony. It was the reaction
The tormented young woman writhed in
agony. It was about as bad a
beating as she had ever experienced.
Her bloodied body was on the verge of going into
shock.
Her mouth opened and her back arched as
Natassia’s body was covered in the sweat
of apprehension even before Retinoff started in on
her. Her hands were lashed tightly
behind her back and ropes tied to each ankle spread her
legs. But that was the least
of her predicament. Retinoff
had ordered her suspended from the ceiling upside
down. As she struggled to break
free of the ropes that held her, she swung back and forth, her long hair
sweeping the floor beneath her.
Retinoff stood between her splayed legs, his clammy hands stoking
her vulva. He played with her
for quite some time, stroking and caressing her tender nether lips before
he finally dropped his pants and revealed his impressive artificial
phallus.
Having experienced the pain of being entered by the mechanical penis once
before, Nova knew what to expect, but that did not make her ordeal any
easier. She remembered how he
had made her scream for mercy the last time and was filled with fear of a
repeat performance. It was to
be worse than she knew.
Retinoff lubricated his metal rod with some sweet scented jelly and then,
climbing on a small stool in order to gain better access to Natassia’s
sweet derriere, he thrust his huge member not into her vagina, but into her
anus.
Natassia almost screamed with pain at the
outset. She was not ready for
this. Retinoff’s mechanical
phallus was much too large to penetrate so small an opening
easily. But he had a distinct
advantage in that he was able to put all of his weight into piercing her
outer defences.
“Uuunngghh!”
Natassia’s
grunt of pain could be heard throughout the
room. She felt as if a monstrous
pole was being driven into her, and he had entered her only a couple of
inches. It didn’t take long
before she experienced real pain.
Leaning forward, Retinoff let the full weight of his body carry him
deep within the thrashing heroine.
“Aaaaahhhhhh!”
Natassia screamed, and kept on
screaming. Retinoff’s
high-pitched cackle filled the room.
Melissa would have been truly mortified by the sight of her friends being
so cruelly treated, but her attention was distracted by the
Master. She though he had done
about all he could to humiliate and torture her, but she was
wrong. In the center of the room
was a large circular pit. Someone,
probably at the Master’s instruction had filled it full of wood and
charcoal. While Melissa watched
the beginning of the torture and rape of her friends, the Master kindled
a fire in the pit and soon had a roaring blaze
going.
The heat from the fire was so intense, that Melissa could feel it even though
she was at least twenty feet away.
But it was not the fire that was her main
concern, it was the steel irons that the Master
placed among the hot coals. Soon
the irons were glowing cherry red.
The Master took one of the irons from the
fire. She noticed that the glowing
end of the iron was bent a right angles, like an elongated version of the
letter “L.” The fiery
metal was so hot, that it kept of glowing even after the Master had taken
it from the coals and crossed the room to Melissa’s
side.
“I see from your scorpion scar that fire has some permanent effect on
you,” said the Master, his voice exuding
cruelty. He held the glowing
tip in front of Melissa’s face only a few inches from her
eyes. She
swallowed. Did the Master intend
to blind her? She drew deep within
herself. She remembered how she
had triumphed over Scarface.
Ashamed of her previous behaviour, she steeled herself for the ordeal
she knew must come.
“Since you are a whore,” continued the Master, “I think it
appropriate if you bore the mark of a woman of the
night.” He moved behind
her. “How would it be if
I inscribed that character across those perfect
breasts?’
Melissa kept her face impassive.
She had quailed and wept before the cruelty of her former master,
but no more. Although filled
with dread by the Master Assassin’s words, she somehow found the courage
she needed to face up to the ordeal that threatened
her.
The Master watched Melissa’s face as he moved the still glowing iron
toward the upper curve of her right
breast. He expected to see fear
from the beaten young girl, but instead he saw a grim
determination. “So be it,”
he thought. “Let’s
see how she handles this.” He
touched the iron to her quivering flesh.
A searing pain tore through Melissa’s breast as her body was charred
by the burning steel. The stench
of her own burned flesh assailed her
nostrils. Melissa felt her head
swim. Fighting hard, she forced
herself to endure the terrible pain.
“I’ve done this before,” she told
herself.
“At the
initiation. I can bear
this. I will not
faint. I will not
scream.”
Beneath his mask, the Master scowled.
He had supposed his former disciple too beaten to resist such torture,
but she had surprised him.
“We will see,” he
thought. That was only the first
stroke of the character.
He returned the iron to the fire and took out the second steel
rod. This time he would not allow
it to cool. He moved quickly
to Melissa and touched the iron to her breast again, forming the second part
of the character. The hiss of
the iron was accompanied by a curl of smoke as her flesh burned
again. For a second Melissa’s
vision clouded. She was almost
completely beaten. She had been
pierced, flogged, raped, and now burned.
But somehow, she found an inner core of strength she did not know
she possessed. She pulled it
forth. Raising her head, she
looked the Master in the eye. She
would not submit!
Enraged, the Master returned to the fire and took out the first iron, which
was now glowing brightly once more.
He touched it to her breast, completing the third part of the
character. Melissa did not
flinch.
“Whore,” the Master spat.
He burned her again. By
this time the stench of Melissa’s burning flesh filled the room, but
she refused to surrender. Seething
with rage, he completed the character.
“We will see,” he thought, “I have one more task for
her to perform. Then we will
see how strong she is.”
Her ordeal over, or so she thought, Melissa tried to compose
herself. In front of her the
other four heroines were still undergoing their rape and molestation at the
hands of the crimelords. What
she saw sickened her. Her companions
were being horribly tortured. It
was a sight she would never forget.
But she saw that despite their bravery, the heroines broke under the
torture. Only the Jade Dragon
resisted to the end. Blaming
herself for their predicament, Melissa’s eyes
clouded again, and then the Master approached her once more.
Placing his hand under her chin he raised her head so that she could look
into his eyes. “I have one
more task for you, whore. You
are going to make a choice for me.
Be sure to choose well. The
fate of you and your friends depends upon it.”
This time Melissa did not respond with the compliant “Yes, Master,”
instead she merely looked at him, her eyes glaring
hatred.
The Master was a little taken aback by Melissa’s sudden change in
attitude. After what he had done
to her she should be more compliant, not
less. Incredibly, she seemed
to have grown stronger under the torture.
His narrow eyes widened slightly.
There was more to the girl than he had
supposed. Nevertheless, he continued
as if he had not noticed the change.
Perhaps this last ordeal would push her over the top.
“Look at your companions,” he
said. “You are to choose
one of them. I can promise you
that the one you choose will meet a truly painful
end. If you cooperate in this,
you and your remaining companions will be allowed to serve as slaves of the
assembled crimelords. If you do not choose then you and all of your friends
will be dealt with in the same way.
Melissa swallowed, digesting what the Master had
said. She was to choose one of
her friends to be tortured to death.
If she did not choose they would all meet the same
fate. She
knew that she had to make the choice.
She would have preferred to select herself, but she knew that would
not meet the sadistic standards of the Master
Assassin.
Forcing herself to remain calm, she looked at each one of her chained
companions. The helpless and
tormented women looked steadily back at her, each one meeting her
gaze. There was no condemnation
in their eyes, just a calm acceptance of whatever she decided to
do.
Beads of sweat stood out on Melissa’s
forehead. She suddenly felt cold
all over, despite the perspiration that dripped down her face and into her
eyes. Who should she
choose? Should it be the Jade
Dragon, the first superheroine to fight crime in
She looked from woman to
woman. Which one of her companions
was she willing to sacrifice? It
was the decision of Solomon. There
was no easy choice. As her gaze
swept over the Jade Dragon, the Asian heroine gave a very slight nod of her
head. Sun Lin had
volunteered. It made sense, Melissa
knew. Of all of her companions,
the Jade Dragon was the one who possessed the greatest natural athletic
ability. That, coupled with her
special psychic abilities might give her some chance to survive whatever
horror the Master had planned for her.
“The Jade Dragon,” she said
softly. “I choose the Jade
Dragon.”
The Black Leopard moved swiftly through the darkened
building. As soon as the sun
had set she had cut the power cables to the
building. She would have to move
fast. Already she could hear
the scurrying of thugs as they dashed to and fro checking for
intruders. The beams of flashlights
swept the blackness and she crouched in a
corner. She had managed to locate
the section of the building where the Pussies were confined and was closing
in on them. She just had to make
her way past the last few guards.
She reached into her utility belt.
She was going to use a little trick she had picked up from the Scarlet
Falcon. Those superheroines were
meddling little bitches, but they did have some good
ideas. She took out a small
cylindrical device the size and shape of a D-cell flashlight
battery. Pushing a button on
the device, she hurled it through the
air. The device exploded on contact,
filling the air with a thick cloud of gas.
The men near the explosion began to gasp for air and then one after the other
they collapsed. The criminals
farther away scattered in all directions.
Holding her breath, Li Mei darted through the gap in their defences that
the gas bomb had provided. No
one saw her as she gained entrance to the room holding her Pussies
prisoner. Although the room was
dark, Li Mei’s finally tuned senses were able
to see enough to determine that her disciples were being held in a row of
cages like animals in a zoo. It
was but the work of a few minutes to pick the lock of each cage and release
the trapped women.
“Blackie, I knew you’d come,” shrilled Tiger, bouncing out
of the cage to give her leader a big
hug.”
“Shut your mouth you blonde dimwit,” hissed Li
Mei. “And don’t call
me Blackie. We still have to
get out of here.”
Li Mei went back to the door and
listened. She could clearly hear
the shouts and other confused sounds that told her a number of men were
converging on the room.
“Quickly, Pussies,” she
commanded. “Over to the
window.” She tossed a rope
toward Wildcat, the one Pussy she could count on to do the right
thing.
Without being told, which was a first for any of the
Pussies, Wildcat opened the window, tied off the
rope and dropped over the edge. The
others followed. At that moment,
the door bust open, and several thugs with flashlights charged into the room,
but Li Mei was ready for them. This
time she chose stun grenades. The
concussion of the explosions stopped the attackers in their
tracks. The grenades could not
kill, but they could create enough confusion to delay any
pursuit.
The sound of the explosions had hardly ended before Li Mei was out the window
and sliding to safety. Her Pussies
awaited her in the street. For
now the mission had been a success, but there was still the little matter
of revenge. Retinoff would pay
for the pain and humiliation he had visited on
them. With a look of grim
determination on her face, the Black Leopard led her followers into the
night.
Elanah Firenza smiled in satisfaction.
She was back in control again.
It had taken a little bit of convincing to win over all of her
followers. As a matter of fact
two of them were no longer part of her
organization. They were no longer
a part of any organization. In
short, they were dead. Now, however,
she had urgent business to attend to.
There was still the matter of dealing with Shark
Stevens. A mixture of rage and
humiliation boiled up within her when she thought of what he had done to
her. She would have her
revenge, and the sooner the
better. Pressing a button on
her desk, she summoned her new capo and sent for her
car. A few minutes later she
was on her way toward Retinoff’s headquarters.
Sun Lin grunted with the effort of holding
herself away from the terrible heat that boiled up beneath
her. She was suspended face down
about five feet over a large rectangular bin containing a blazing bed of
hot coals. Four chains held her,
one attached to each of her ankles and
wrists. Using her strength and
mental powers she was able to life her body high enough above the inferno
below her to keep from being roasted, but she was beginning to
tire.
Melissa had made the right choice in selecting her for this
ordeal. She was able to use her
psychic abilities to lessen the weight of her body so that the strain of
supporting herself was decreased, but she had been chained above the hot
coals now for several hours, and her psychic energies were
exhausted. Forced to rely upon
sheer strength alone, she was rapidly
tiring. Below her the sweat that
dripped off her straining body hissed as it splashed on the glowing coals
below her. Her silken smooth
muscles rippled with the intense effort.
She knew that she could not last much longer.
The Master Assassin chuckled. It
was as evil a sound as Melissa had ever
heard. “You chose well my
little whore. The Jade Dragon
has exceeded my expectations.”
His eyes fixed on Sun Lin’s swaying breasts, watching the droplets
of moisture drip from her nipples.
“Most
impressive.
I would have wagered that she would be dead by
now. She has exceeded even your
friend Fang Yin. It took her
two hours to die.” He chuckled
again, the sound sending chills down Melissa’s
spine.
Even more disturbing were what his words had
revealed. Her
friend, Fang Yin, dead. And
she had died most horribly. All
this time she had imagined that her companion in the Assassins’ Guild,
the young girl she had grown up with, had
escaped. The news of her death
was devastating. She understood
now that Fang Yin had sacrificed her life to save
her. Her eyes filled with
tears. Unable to control herself,
she wept openly.
Beneath his mask a look of triumph crossed the Master’s
face. He had succeeded, the white
whore was broken. “You see
now what happens to those that defy me.
But fear not, you will soon be with your friend, after I have properly
punished you.” He laughed
again. This time the sound was
one of arrogant triumph. Melissa
felt a new emotion wash over her.
Her eyes clouded as she literally saw
red. From somewhere within her
boiled up a rage beyond anything she could have
imagined. It was like a white
hot flame burning within her. Its
heat consumed her. Gripping the
chains that held her wrists she pulled with all her
might. The huge rings piercing
the tips of her breasts tore through the soft
flesh. The pain should have been
excruciating, but she hardly noticed it.
As blood spurted from her torn nipples she ripped herself
free. For a second she stood
swaying and almost fell, but she caught hold of the chains holding her wrists
and steadied herself. Regaining
control, she unstrapped the leather cuffs from her
wrists.
She had to save the trapped heroines, and there was only one thing she could
think of to achieve that. She
remembered Nova’s incredible power and headed for the belt containing
the mystical gem that gave the superheroine her amazing
strength. So focused were the
assembled villains on the Jade Dragon’s ordeal, that not one of them
even noticed her. Not until she
had reached the belt where the Master had hung it on the
wall. At that moment, Sun Lin
gasped in pain as the heat of the coals seared her
flesh. Too weak to hold herself
aloft any more, she had slid down the chains, and was now only a few feet
above the intense heat. The Master
turned to Melissa to comment on the imminent demise of the superheroine only
to discover that she was gone.
Melissa was halfway to Nova.
“Stop her!” shouted the Master in
alarm. Vaulting across the room,
he was the first one to reach her.
“Zhen Juan,” he said, interposing himself between Melissa and her
objective. “I
underestimated you. But you are
too late. Give me the
belt.”
Melissa was now face to face with her
nemesis. The
man who had humiliated her.
The one who had taken her honour and destroyed her
newfound relationship with the heroines of
The mask flew across the
room. For the first time in sixty
years the master’s face was
revealed. What Melissa saw shocked
her. Before her stood an old
man, his face wrinkled and sagging from the ravages of
time. This was what she had feared,
an aging villain, long past his prime.
With an anger verging on madness, Melissa struck a second
time. This time she was too
quick. It was a front thrust
kick to the center of the Master’s
chest. It had every ounce of
Melissa’s strength behind it.
The blow actually lifted the master’s feet from the floor and
propelled him across the room.
He struck the edge of the bin over which sun Lin was
suspended. With a last surge
of strength she managed to lift herself enough that as the Master hurtled
toward the red hot coals, he passed beneath her and toppled backward into
the fiery pit. His shriek of
pain and terror froze everyone in the
room. His robe burst into flames
and Sun Lin was barely able to avoid being
burned. With an indescribable
shriek, he twisted his body, trying to extricate himself from the miniature
hell he had fallen into. He succeeded
only in burrowing more deeply into the
coals. Overcome by the heat,
his cries and struggles decreased, eventually ceasing
altogether. The stench of burning
flesh filled the air, as did the sizzling of his body as it was consumed
by the fire.
Melissa leapt to Nova’s side.
In an instant, she had placed the mystical gem against the chained
heroine’s skin. The
transformation was almost instantaneous.
The powerful superheroine flexed her mighty muscles and snapped the
chains that held her. Rising
to her feet, she took a second to properly fasten the belt around her
waist. The brief hesitation gave
the assembled crimelords and their bodyguards a chance to
react. Drawing their firearms,
they began firing wildly in the direction of the superheroine, hoping to
kill her before she could leap into
action. At the same time, they
began to back out of the room. They
all knew what Nova was capable of once she was on the
loose.
Nova hurtled toward them, but stopped at the last
second. Sun Lin was almost at
the end of her strength. She
now hung over the burning coals, gasping in pain as the heat scorched her
ivory skin. Natassia could not
leave her friend in such deadly danger.
By this time, most of the panic-stricken crime bosses had made it
through the door. No longer
threatened with being shot, Nova took the time to snap the chains that suspended
Sun Lin over the blazing pit.
Natassia lay the exhausted heroine on the
floor. Should she chase after
the departing villains? She suddenly
realized that she was completely naked.
Shaking her head in resignation, she returned to Suzi and
Kyla. She would release her friends
first. Then she would
dress. It would not be seemly
for a superheroine to dash around the streets of
Melissa crawled to a corner of the
room. She was on the verge of
physical collapse. The rage had
left her. She had faced her greatest
fear and triumphed. It was as
if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders, one that she had been
unknowingly carrying with her. Now,
however, the reaction to her ordeal was setting
in. Pain swept over her, leaving
her weak and shaking. Her torn
breasts hurt terribly. Her ravaged
vagina region burned and the bloody welts on her back stung
agonizingly. She began to shake
uncontrollably.
Across the room, Nova was healing the Jade Dragon, but Melissa wanted no
such help. She had betrayed her
companions, and did not deserve such generous
treatment. She would bear her
scars and mutilations as a mark of her
disgrace. As Nova went from heroines
to heroine, she bowed her head and huddled in the corner.
It was the Blue Avenger who approached her first, just as she had done on
the night that Scarface had raped her.
Behind her the other heroines assembled
quietly.
Almost instinctively, Kyla seemed to know what was going through Melissa’s
mind. She knelt before her
friend. Gently, she took
Melissa’s hand.
“Scorpion,” she said, “you have shown yourself a true
heroine.”
Melissa kept her gaze on the floor, afraid to meet Kyla’s
eyes. Silently, she shook her
head, but her chest heaved. She
just wanted to be left alone, but did not attempt to pull her hand away from
her friend.
“It is true,” Kyla continued.
“None of us could have shown more courage than you did in facing
up to your greatest fear. We
owe you our thanks for destroying a villain that we did not even know
existed.”
Melissa looked up. The other
three heroines nodded. “There
is no shame in being afraid,” said Sun
Lin. “You overcame your
fear and that takes courage possessed by only a
few. Only a true superheroine
could have responded as you did tonight.”
Melissa felt a change come over her.
It was a sensation that she had never experienced
before. She realized for the
first time in her life, that true friendship meant overlooking the occasional
weaknesses of others. The feeling
flowed through her, like a river of
emotion. Kyla reached out and
took her in her arms. Bowing
her head, Melissa wept on Kyla’s shoulder, but this time her tears were
tears of joy.
Natassia moved beside the sobbing
heroine. Embracing her, she let
her healing power flow into the young
girl. Melissa felt the surge
of strength and well-being that she had experienced before when Nova had
healed her.
She stood up. The other heroines
took her hands, each one layering one hand over the other in a sign of
sisterhood. They were
one. Melissa gazed into the eyes
of her companions. She had found
her family.
“Now,” said Suzi, smiling and breaking the emotional atmosphere,
“you better get dressed. A
superheroine can’t go around naked.”
Dutifully, Melissa moved to do as she was
told. “Yes, mother,”
she said.
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