The Misadventures of the Black Leopard

The Misadventures of the

Black Leopard

Episode 1

The Black Leopard’s Revenge

Chapter 15 Retinoff’s Triumph

Suzi staggered forward as Moreau triumphantly marched her into Retinoff’s torture chamber. It was impossible for her to stand erect. Moreau had liked what the zookeeper had done with the restraints he had placed on her and had added a few variations of his own. Her arms were still bound in the same way, firmly strapped behind her back. The bonds binding her thighs and calves in a classic bondage position had been removed so that she could walk. Moreau had replaced them with straps around each of her ankles and a heavy collar around her neck. A leather lead connected the straps on her ankles and a heavier lead linked the collar to the line hobbling her ankles, preventing her from walking upright. Bent over, her full melon-sized breasts swaying erotically and her long blonde hair half covering her face, she was paraded before the diminutive Russian.

“What is this?” Retinoff exclaimed. “My dear Moreau, you have captured the Scarlet Falcon. Now I control every superheroine in Metro City. You and I are going to have great fun with these two.”

“The arena first,” Moreau said. “I want to see what my children can do.”

“Wait,” Retinoff replied. He waved his arms enthusiastically. “I have something better in mind. First the complete humiliation of the heroines and then their destruction at the hands of your beasts.”

“Explain,” Moreau answered.

“Bring her over here. Let her see the Blue Avenger.”

Suzi was dragged over to the platform where Kyla was undergoing her painful ordeal. She gasped in horror when she saw what had been done to her companion. Burning with impotent rage she screamed at Retinoff. “You filthy gnome. Have you no sense of shame?”

Retinoff glowered at the heroine. “Still the same arrogant blonde bitch, I see,” he answered. Perhaps you will sing a different tune when I am through with you.” He turned to his henchman. “Free the dark-haired slut from her torment. But make sure she is well-secured. Then bring her over here. I’ll see to the blonde bitch immediately.”

“What is your plan?” Moreau asked.

“ A little improvement on my sexual stimulant I hope. I’ve been working on it for quite some time. The serum is good, but it wears off after a time and is somewhat toxic. What I have developed is a microscopic electronic device that can be imbedded in the pleasure centre of the brain. It is permanent and can be turned off and on by remote control. I have yet to try it out on a human subject, but now that we have two such excellent specimens I think it is time to try.”

“That sounds like major surgery,” Moreau commented.

“Not at all,” Retinoff returned. “The chip is so tiny it can be inserted with a syringe in just a few seconds.”

By now Kyla had been released from her painful torment although the two hooks were still imbedded in her breasts. She was restrained by handcuffs and leg irons just in case she was able to stage a miraculous recovery.

“Tomorrow,” Retinoff said I will operate. Then we should have quite a show. That will give the Blue Avenger time to recover and allow the Scarlet Falcon to clean herself up. She is quite disheveled for a heroine.”

“I guess I can wait,” Moreau said. “I am looking forward to the demonstration. I just hope it is as interesting as you think it will be.”

“Oh it will,” Retinoff said gleefully. “It will.”

At that point one of Retinoff’s men walked up to him and spoke in a low voice. The dwarfish little scientist clapped his hands in glee, a large smile illuminating his pixie-like face. “This is excellent news,” my dear Moreau he crowed. “It seems that my arch enemy Zhuang Zhijian has been rather careless with explosives. His headquarters seems to have turned into a crater.”

“I suspect that my friend the Black Leopard may have had something to do with this,” Retinoff continued. “Things just keep getting better. Now I just have one real enemy to deal with.” He waved at the two heroines as they were led from the room. “Until tomorrow my beauties. Then we’ll have some real fun.”

“This is ridiculous,” Branson muttered. “I’m a trained FBI agent and I’m babysitting a monkey while some broad in a skin-tight red costume sneaks off into a burning building to find her supposed friend. I feel like an idiot.”

“Chimp hungry,” said the apelike creature beside him. “Need food.”

“I’m sorry,” Branson replied. “I ate the last of my lunch hours ago.”

“Food there,” Chimp said, balancing precariously on the window ledge and waving a hand in the direction of Retinoff’s HQ.

“Shit,” thought Branson. “The monkey got out of there. I wonder if she could get me in.” He looked at his watch. In another hour or so it would be dark. He would wait until then and give it a try.

“There it is,” Li Mei said. “Ape can get us in. Adriana and Wildcat, you stay here for backup. Jahlen and I will go in.”

The two women nodded. Adriana wished more than ever that she had her powers back, but until she did she was quite content to let the Black Leopard and Jahlen handle the heavy work. The four women and Ape were outside the grim stone structure that was Retinoff’s HQ. Having been a “guest” in the building, Adriana was in no hurry to enter it again. They were stationed in a deserted building across the street, which they had entered from the far side to avoid being detected. Now they watched as the Black Leopard and Jahlen slipped into the night. “Good luck,” Adriana thought. “I hope you don’t need it.”

Suzi and Kyla were led from the cell where they had spent the night. Before being placed in the cell Kyla had been given another injection to make sure that her superpowers did not return, but she was spared the aphrodisiac injection she had been given previously. Before being taken to Retinoff and Moreau the two heroines were thoroughly chained to prevent escape and were under a heavy escort. They were in much better condition than they had been the day before. A night’s rest and decent treatment had helped them to recover from their injuries. They were far from comfortable with this humane treatment, however. Kyla’s breasts still pained her considerably and both women were sore between their legs, but they put that discomfort behind them. In both their minds was the knowledge that Retinoff did nothing without a reason. He had something planned for them and they suspected that it would take all of their superheroine fortitude to survive it.

Retinoff and his partner - the man called Moreau - were waiting for them, but not in the place that they expected. Instead of his torture chamber they were taken to a room that contained a huge bed. All sorts of lurid thoughts ran through the minds of the two heroines, especially as the room was lined with a gallery of Retinoff’s goons. It looked as if they were to be the centre attraction in a colossal gang rape.

Kyla counted the men in the room. They numbered more than fifty. She kept her face impassive, but it was hard to ignore the way the assembled thugs looked at her nude body. Next to her she heard Suzi take a long slow breath and knew that her friend was experiencing the same fear.

“Bring them over here,” Retinoff ordered. He was standing by a strange-looking contraption, one that appeared designed to create painful bondage. It was a heavy tubular frame somewhat resembling a metal vaulting horse. Strategically placed about the frame were thick leather straps obviously designed to hold some helpless victim in place. It was to this frame that Retinoff directed his henchmen to bring the two heroines.

As they neared the frame both heroines noticed something a little special. At one end of the frame several smaller diameter bars had been fitted to the frame. These also had straps attached to them, although their function was not immediately clear.

“Alright,” Retinoff smirked, “strap the whore with the little titties in first.”

Kyla did not respond to the cruel remark as she was led toward the frame. Outside of the fact that she was not a whore, she was proud of her strong, slender body. Her breasts might be small, but they were perfectly formed; and as firm and ripe as mangoes. Helpless to prevent what Retinoff was going to do to her she went to her fate with head held high, determined to suffer like a heroine.

Suzi watched, her heart beating rapidly. But her fear was not for herself, but for Kyla. Nothing was harder for her to endure than seeing her friend suffer, but there was nothing she could do except observe stoically and not give Retinoff or any of his thugs the slightest bit of satisfaction at her suffering.

Kyla was bent face down over the frame, her arms stretched to the side and strapped to the top bar at the wrists, forearms, elbows, and biceps. Her legs were spread and her ankles secured to the bottom of the metal frame. Then to further immobilize her other straps were placed about her thighs and calves. Restraints were attached to these straps as well, and pulled tight, making it impossible for Kyla to move so much as a centimeter. But Retinoff was not done yet. A heavy belt was placed around Kyla’s waist, pulling her belly tight against the frame and then Suzi suddenly understood what the smaller frame was for.

It fit on either side of Kyla’s head like a cage. Carefully Retinoff strapped the heroine’s head until it was incapable of moving even the slightest amount. Kyla could not even speak, a leather strap forced her jaws apart making almost any sound other than a muffled grunt impossible.

Suzi had never seen such restrictive bondage. Strap and counterstrap made it impossible for Kyla to do more than flicker her eyelids. It was a strange arrangement. If Kyla was to be gang-raped her assailants would get little satisfaction out of her. It would be very much like having sex with a statue, albeit a warm and very tight statue.

Retinoff finished the extreme bondage, giving a high pitched chuckle of satisfaction as he cinched the last buckle. “Now, my friend,” he said to Moreau, “I am ready to begin.”

“Begin what?” Suzi wondered as Retinoff moved over to a table at the side of the room and removed a strange apparatus from a polished wooden box.

Moving to the helpless heroine he mounted it over her neck, bolting it on to the metal frame. Suzi saw that it was a structure for holding some sort of tool, but she wasn’t sure what until she saw Retinoff take a large syringe from the box and fix it to the apparatus so that the tip of the needle was only millimeters away from the base of Kyla’s skull.

“My god,” thought Suzi. “He’s going to inject something into the base of her brain!”

“No!” Suzi protested. “Stop! What are you doing.”

Retinoff laughed. “It took you a long time to wake up, Scarlet Falcon. I think you have enjoyed watching me tie up your friend as much as I have enjoyed doing it. Don’t worry I am not going to hurt her and you will soon get your turn.”

Suzi closed her mouth, knowing that Retinoff would do what he was going to do no matter what she said. But she shuddered as he began to turn a tiny screw and the needle slowly plunged into Kyla’s neck. The needle was angled so that as it penetrated Kyla’s flesh it pierced the back of her neck and then moved deep into her brain.

Kyla made not a sound, but her silk smooth skin glistened with sweat as Retinoff continued his sinister surgery. Suzi watched, terrified that her friend’s brain was going to be destroyed, hardly daring to breathe as Retinoff continued the delicate operation.

Retinoff gave a grunt of satisfaction. “There,” he said. “The needle is precisely in place. Now it but remains to insert the chip.” Gently caressing the syringe he slowly depressed the plunger, driving whatever was in the syringe into the deepest recesses of Kyla’s brain.

“Perfect,” Retinoff smiled. “Now it is time to give the second heroine the same treatment.” He withdrew the needle from Kyla’s skull, and removing his apparatus ordered his men to release the heroine from the rack. A few minutes later, Kyla stood seemingly unharmed, but under her usual heavy guard.

“Are you alright?” Suzi asked. She could not help herself. Watching Kyla’s brain being penetrated had been a terrifying experience. Surely Retinoff must have done something to her, but she seemed completely normal.

“I think so,” Kyla replied. She seemed confused as Suzi could well imagine she might be, but her speech sounded normal. A few seconds later, Suzi herself was the centre of attention as she was pulled toward the rack.

Still shackled Suzi had little choice in the matter as she suffered a fate identical to Kyla. Strap after strap was cinched around her limbs, leaving her completely immobilized. And then her head was secured as well and the apparatus Retinoff had used to penetrate Kyla’s brain was put into place. Like Kyla, Suzi’s fair body dripped sweat from the tension. What if her brain was destroyed? What if she was turned into some sort of mindless zombie by Retinoff’s frightening brain probe? She was, however, just as helpless as Kyla to prevent Retinoff from carrying out the same procedure he had performed on her companion. She felt the prick of the needle at the base of her skull and then a strange sensation as it burrowed deep inside her brain. There was little pain, but that did not made the procedure any less terrifying. It took all of her self control not to scream in fear and it was with an incredible sense of relief when Retinoff finished the operation and she was released from the frame.

“What now?” she thought. She and Kyla were still surrounded by half a hundred sex-hungry thugs and there was still the huge bed that dominated the room. She had no idea what Retinoff had done to her brain and had no intention of giving him the satisfaction of asking.

Apparently Moreau was thinking the same thing. He looked at Retinoff curiously. “Is that it?” he asked. “Is that all that happens?”

“On the contrary, my dear Moreau,” Retinoff answered. “The fun is just beginning. You and I are going to have the privilege of watching two superheroines fuck each other.”

“Like hell,” Suzi thought, but she watched in apprehension as Retinoff took a small electronic control panel out of another box on the desk. He flicked a switch and then began to slowly turn a dial.

“Aahhh!” The sound burst simultaneously from the throats of both the heroines. Kyla felt like her loins were on fire. She had a desperate need to feel a man inside her.

Suzi was in no better shape. Her breasts tingled and she arched her back without thinking, he hand going to her genital region. She had to fight to keep from fingering herself.

“Chain the Scarlet Falcon to the bed,” Retinoff ordered. “I think these two sluts are almost ready.”

Suzi struggled as she was propelled toward the bed, but not too hard. Somehow the thought on being held down and gang-raped by over fifty men was not all that unappealing. In short order she was chained to the bed, her arms pinioned behind her back, and her ankles chained to the bed frame. A few feet away, Kyla watched, her face etched in fear and horror as she watched her companion’s fate. But it was not the fate she envisioned.

Retinoff was speaking, his high pitched voice filled with fiendish glee. “How do you feel Blue Avenger? Do your nipples long to be touched? Do your loins call out for a man to fill your womanhood? That is how the Scarlet Falcon feels as well. She longs to be fucked; longs to feel a man’s meat inside her. And as you can see, the room is filled with willing volunteers. Which one do you think would be the best candidate for the job? Which one would fuck her the longest and hardest? Shall I choose for you? Speak up. You have just tens seconds to make up your mind or I will let all of the men here violate her until they are completely satisfied.”

“I can’t do that,” Kyla cried. “I can’t select someone to rape my companion. Take me instead.”

“You instead?” Retinoff replied. “A noble sacrifice, but one I find quite acceptable. It will be you then. Make love to your friend or I will have her gang-raped.”

Kyla shook. Her body was burning up with passion. What had Retinoff done to her? This was much worse than the sexual stimulant he had injected her with. It consumed her entire body, driving almost every emotion from her mind except the overwhelming desire to be fucked. “I…I…can’t…” she began.

“Have it your way,” Retinoff snarled. He nodded and several of the watching men quickly began to strip off their clothing. Within seconds they were ready and clustered about the overheated heroine splayed on the bed.

Suzi's body shuddered as she arched her back. Completely nude except for the cold steel chains holding her in position, sweat glistened off her body. Her legs were spread far apart, and her sexual organ was slick with lubricant. “Oh god,” she thought. What’s wrong with me? I want to be fucked. But I can’t let that happen. I’m a heroine I have to resist this.”

Retinoff moved one of the dials and Suzi almost wet herself. The urge to mate with someone – anyone, was overwhelming. With a moan she parted her legs even more. “Take me, take me,” she thought. “Deliver me from this sexual torment.”

The men surrounding her were happy to comply. A half dozen erect phalluses were offered to her and without thought she took the nearest one into her mouth, curling her tongue over its slick hard surface. For a few minutes she forgot everything about her, concentrating on her sexual task. Then she moaned delightfully as another man replaced the first, his phallus even more engorged. She let out a squeal of pleasure between the wet slopping sounds as she dutifully pleased the man standing before her as he reached down and gently squeezed her now rock-hard breasts. Her genitals were in full glory as she positively glistened with lubrication, her heavy breasts swollen by at least another cup size.

Inside her mind Suzi desperately fought the invading fantasy surging through her mind. Over and over it came, seducing Suzi, making her moan gently as the men pushed her down on the bed and prepared to take her. Then came the sound of a familiar voice. “Stop. I’ll do it.” There was a word of command from Retinoff and suddenly the men were gone. Kyla was there, her gentle hands moving with light caresses over her feverish body. She moaned and arched her body against her friend inviting more intimate contact.

Kyla was almost overcome with revulsion at what she was doing, but realized she had no choice. Suzi was moaning on the bed, her legs spread wide and her body arched in desire. She couldn’t leave her friend to be raped. Moving to the side of the bed she gently touched Suzi’s face. The contact set off an electric tingle inside her. Her hand slid lower and then her carnal passions took over her mind and without further thought she climbed onto the bed, oblivious to the salivating thugs surrounding her.

Suzi gave a hoarse cry as Kyla touched her. She knew that what was happening was wrong, but she was unable to control her actions. Each touch of Kyla’s fingers was like an electrical discharge. Panting with desire she struggled to free herself in order to fondle her companion.

Kyla’s fumbling fingers helped her. The straps holding her wrists and ankles were released and her mouth, which only minutes before had been enthusiastically sucking the swollen member of one of Retinoff’s henchmen, found her companion’s hard sweet nipples. Kyla tasted of sweat and blood, reminding Suzi of what Retinoff had done to her, but her friend did not push her away but rather held her head. demanding that she continue her actions.

Kyla whimpered as Suzi’s lips and tongue sucked on her tender buds. The touch of her friend’s mouth hurt, but the sensation of pleasure it sent through her was worth the pain. With a moan she arched her back and pulled Suzi toward her. With her other hand she sought the warm region between the blonde heroine’s thighs.

Suzi convulsed at Kyla’s touch, her loins burning with a feverish intensity. “Oh god,” she moaned, “I can’t be doing this.” But she was unable to stop herself. Spreading her thighs, she allowed Kyla full access to her body. As Kyla’s tongue found the lips of her vulva and then moved upward to her swollen clit she screamed in passion, and as Kyla’s body pressed full-length across her, she sought her friend’s most sensitive region. An instant later Kyla’s carnal cries joined hers.

“My god,” Moreau exclaimed. “They’re like a pair of minks. Can we not be included in that?”

“I see no reason why not,” Retinoff said. “Which one do you fancy?”

Moreau’s eyes moved back to the two moaning heroines. The Scarlet Falcon was perhaps the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Tall and powerfully built, her athletic body glistened with the sweat of sex; her full, heavy breasts, crowned with the delicate pink of her nipples swayed as she writhed in carnal pleasure. Entangled with her, the more slender body of the Blue Avenger shuddered with sexual rapture, her supple and fevered body heaving like that of a mating feline. “Why not both?” he asked.

The first indication that Li Mei got that her infiltration of Retinoff’s lair might not be as easy as she had hoped was when Ape suddenly bolted. They were deep within the bowels of the lair, and bowels seemed to be the right word. A strange smell permeated the winding maze of corridors, a smell that grew stronger as they penetrated deep into the facility. Ape became progressively more nervous as they moved through the lower corridors. Finally he stopped and refused to go any farther.

“Bad things,” he muttered. “It is not safe here.”

“This is one hell of a time to have cold feet,” Li Mei growled. “What did you expect, some sort of guided tour?”

Ape’s reply was to give a tiny shriek, and using his powerful arms, swung up into the overhead pipes and disappeared back they way they had come. It was well he did, an instant later a monstrous form pounced on the place he had just vacated.

Li Mei stared in amazement at the grotesque creature. It stood about five feet high at the shoulder and looked as if nature had run out of body parts and substituted whatever was handy. Although in this case Li Mei had reason to believe that nature had very little to do with it.

It’s body resembled a lion, but the front claws were wrong. Li Mei knew a little about claws and these were like no feline claws she had ever seen. Instead of being the razor edged claws of a lion they looked more like the broken blunted claws of a bear, except that there were only two of them and they were the size and shape of sickles. The head too was wrong. Li Mei had never seen a picture of a toucan before, but if she had she would have identified the large, curved beak, even thought the head of this particular toucan was the size of that of a horse.

All of this registered in a split second, but what was more important was the fact that the beast stank of blood and was looking toward her and Jahlen in a most threatening manner. That was a serious mistake. An instant later the monster’s head bristled with throwing stars.

The vicious weapons did not kill the thing, but they did provide a serious distraction. With a yowl of pain it reared back on its haunches and pawed with its huge front claws in an effort to remove the projectiles from its head. Li Mei and Jahlen used the diversion to beat a hasty retreat.

“It seems that Retinoff has been even more inventive than usual,” Li Mei commented. “Why isn’t that thing in a cage?”

Jahlen did not reply. She usually did not reply, so her silence elicited no comment from Li Mei. She usually did more than enough talking for both of them. “Come on,” Li Mei continued. “Let’s see if we can find some way around that thing.”

They backtracked several corridors and took what they hoped was a promising hallway. The smell was still present, and it got worse as they moved forward, something that made both women increasingly nervous. “Something really died here,” Li Mei said. She stepped through a doorway and froze.

“I think I have discovered the source of the stench,” she said over her shoulder. Jahlen peeked in. Scattered about the room were the bodies of a dozen or so strange creatures. It was difficult to determine exactly how many as most of them had been ripped apart. From what they could see, however, most of the dead animals had resembled the one that had threatened them.

“Well,” Li Mei mused. “At least we won’t have to worry about these things sneaking up on us.” She moved across the room. “Come on. Let’s get out of here before bird-head comes back.”

Quickly the two villainesses moved into a room leading away from the place they had encountered the monster lion-bird. Entering what appeared to be a main corridor, Li Mei breathed a sigh of relief. “Finally,” she thought. “Maybe we’re reaching an end to this maze.” After taking a quick look she began to stride down the corridor.

“I don’t like this, Kitten.” For the first time Jahlen spoke. Li Mei stopped and looked at her tall companion and nodded. She understood what was passing through the golden-eyed villainess’ mind. The corridor was too open and well-lit. It stretched before them without a single opening on either side. If they encountered any opposition they would be completely exposed and there would be nowhere to retreat. However, Li Mei was tired of wandering in circles. If she was to achieve anything she had to take a chance. Without replying to her friend’s comment she moved down the corridor, attempting to get through it as quickly as possible.

They were about halfway down the long straight stretch, when a panel in the ceiling slid back about twenty feet in front of them. Both women came to an immediate halt. From the opening a box-like object slowly descended into the corridor. Li Mei knew what it was at once and whirled in the direction she had come, Jahlen spinning with her, but it was already too late. From the ceiling another box-like object descended completely blocking the corridor.

“Damn Retinoff,” Li Mei growled. Her hand went to her heaviest weapon, a deadly spinning disc she had copied from her most hated enemy, the Jade Dragon. It could take the head off a man at twenty paces, but she had some doubts about its effectiveness against the armored machines that had her and Jahlen trapped.

By now the strange boxes had manifested themselves as what they were. Wheels had sprouted from the bottoms of each of the machines and from portals in the side metallic tentacles had emerged, each ending in large metal pincers. Li Mei had seen these relatively simple machines before when she had actually employed Retinoff to aid her in her life of crime. Although crude in terms of Retinoff’s latest creations, in the right circumstances the robots could be highly effective. As Li Mei’s first disc bounced off the armour-clad machines she realized that the robots were in the right circumstances now.

Jahlen was no more successful, her disc deflecting harmlessly from the front of the steel monster that rumbled slowly toward her. Back to back the two villainesses faced the approaching machines, each desperately looking for a way to escape. And then the machines were upon them.

Li Mei struck out with all her strength, driving her right foot into the robot as it closed. It was like hitting a wall. For a second her leg went numb. A tentacle flashed out and caught her left arm.

“Nnnghh!” Li Mei bit back a scream as the metal pincers closed on her biceps. Intense pain shot through her body. For an instant she thought the robot was going to shear though her arm, but it merely gripped her arm tightly and then the other pincer closed over her thigh completely immobilizing her. Behind her she heard a muffled curse and knew that Jahlen had fared no better.

“Retinoff, you bastard!” Li Mei screamed. “Let me go.” She knew it made no difference how much noise she made now. Almost certainly Retinoff had been alerted to their presence in his HQ. It was even possible that he had observed the entire incident.

Still cursing and vilifying Retinoff, Li Mei was lifted over the robot’s head. From the corner of her eye she could see Jahlen’s writhing body as the same thing happened to her. Helpless, she and her companion in crime were transported along the corridor. A large door at the end opened as they approached, seemingly of its own accord. The two captives found themselves in a narrow room. At one end of the room was what appeared to be a cell. The robots trundled inexorably toward it, despite the protests and struggles of the two women they carried.

Just before they reached the bars there was a click and with a smooth action the cell door rose into the air. Li Mei first and then Jahlen was deposited into the cell, the robots blocking any escape, and then with the same smooth action the cell door slid back into place with a tiny click. Then the entire cell sank into the floor, leaving the two trapped women facing four blank concrete walls.

Clutching her badly bruised leg, Li Mei stared in fury at the bars and walls. “Trapped like a rat,” she thought. Beside her Jahlen gave a little moan of despair. Like Li Mei she had a strong aversion to being caged, her only experience being one of cruel torture and rape.

Li Mei staggered to her feet. Unsteadily she moved to the bars and gripping them with her hands stared in misery out of her prison. She was a prisoner once again at the complete mercy of her captor. She could only wait and see what Retinoff chose to do with her.

Tiger slept, her arms cradling the two infants, the 1001 Nights open on the floor. Qing Yuan and Li Ming, however, were far from sleepy.

“I’m hungry,” Qing Yuan’s sharp thought penetrated Lin Ming’s mind. Li Mei had left a bottle of her expressed milk behind, but she had long since emptied the bottle. Cow’s milk had been offered as a substitute, but it lacked the contact with her mother and she found that far from satisfactory.

“I know,” Jahlen’s daughter replied. “But mummy’s not here.”

“We could look for her.”

“That’s a good idea. Let’s wake up Tiger.”

“No,” Qing Yuan responded. “I think it might be better to keep her asleep.”

Li Ming giggled and mentally agreed. “Alright,” she said. “Let’s get started.”

Zhuang Zhijian glowered at what was left of his HQ. It was mostly a smoking hole in the ground. He had been damned lucky to get out before the building went up. “Bitch,” he muttered. “I’ll get even with her.”

The loss of his HQ was not as devastating for Zhuang as it might have been. His extensive Asian contacts allowed him to recover quickly. What he could not replace easily were trained personnel like Liu. However, he had an idea that might turn this disaster to his advantage. With his HQ destroyed and his enemies no doubt believing him dead, this might be the perfect time to strike. Stiletto had received a real going over. He doubted that she would offer him much opposition for a week or so, maybe more if she was really traumatized.

The Black Leopard was another matter. He really hated that bitch. She was incredibly unpredictable and almost as vicious as he was. However, right now he had no wish to go after her. Retinoff was another matter. If he was lucky the mad Russian would be off guard. No doubt he would be worried about the Black Leopard, and while he was distracted by her it might be the time to strike. He turned to his latest headman. “Mosca, take as many men as you can find. Arm them and head for Retinoff’s. We’re going to take him out.”

Mosca grinned. He was a huge, stupid brute, but he did as he was told and he was absolutely without conscience. Zhuang liked that in a headman. It was something he could rely on. “Right boss,” the thug replied. He gave a sort of sloppy salute and marched off. Zhuang watched him go and then rolled up the window of his Rolls-Royce. With any luck in a few hours Retinoff would no longer be a problem.

“Jesus Christ,” Branson cursed. “What the hell is this place?” He had convinced Chimp to lead him into Retinoff’s lair, and now he was hopelessly lost. Chimp was incredibly agile, but she seemed to have no sense of direction. Part of the problem was that much of Retinoff’s HQ seemed to have been sealed off, no doubt due to the explosion and fire. It was no longer possible to move directly through the building, instead he had to detour around blocked corridors and locked doors. Now he didn’t have any idea where the hell he was.

He pulled out his .38 special. “Piece of shit,” he muttered. “This won’t stop anything bigger than a rat.” He was completely on edge. He was somewhere in the lower levels of Retinoff’s HQ and there was a strong smell in the air. He knew that smell, he had encountered it before. Something had died and was in the first stages of decomposition. He had encountered that smell before on the battlefields of France as an underage seventeen-year-old volunteer.

Chimp smelled it too, and was becoming increasingly nervous. She let out a simian shriek as something blundered into the tunnel right behind her.

Branson almost pulled the trigger, stopping only because Chimp was between him and his target. However, a second later he eased off a little on the trigger. “I must be going nuts,” he said out loud. First a chick in an incredibly tight-fitting red costume, then a monkey with tits like ripe melons, and now a gorilla in overalls. What the hell was going on?

Chimp ogled the newcomer who returned her stare with interest. “Who you?” chimp cooed.

“I am Ape,” the strange half-human creature replied. “Who are you?”

“Me Chimp,” the female ape-human answered. She moved toward Ape, her intentions unmistakable.

“Hold on,” Branson said. “What the hell are you and what are you doing here?”

Ape and Chimp both turned to look at him. The apeman looked a little embarrassed.

“I led my mistress in here,” he answered. “But I got frightened and ran away. Now my mistress is lost.”

Branson shook his head. this just kept getting stranger and stranger. “Your mistress didn’t wear a red or blue costume by any chance did she?”

“No,” ape replied, “she wore black. And she had her friend with her. she wore black too.”

“I’m sorry I asked,” Branson replied. “You wouldn’t by any chance be able to find your mistress for me could you?”

Ape scratched his head. “I can look.”

“Fine,” said Branson. “Lead the way.”

“What next?” Branson wondered as Ape headed deeper into the building, followed closely by Chimp who seemed to want to get as close as possible to the other simian. He would just have to see what transpired. Almost certainly whatever happened it was going to be very strange.

Moreau groaned. He was absolutely knackered. A couple of feet away the two heroines writhed on the bed, still going even after several hours of steady fucking. He had really given them a working over, but their sexual appetites were now more than he could satisfy. His pecker was so sore he could hardly pee. Dragging himself to his feet he pulled on his clothes and went to the phone. He dialed a number. “Ivan, send a few of your thugs down here. I’ve got a couple of hot bitches who need cooling off.” Slamming down the phone he lurched toward the bathroom.

Suzi felt an acute sense of shame mingled with carnal desire surge though her. What she was being forced to do was mortally humiliating, and yet she was looking forward to being gang-raped. She had ridden Moreau until the well-endowed scientist had almost collapsed from exhaustion, and yet she was still so sexually aroused she couldn’t help fingering herself. Kyla was in no better shape. She was grinding her groin against Suzi’s thigh and groaning ecstatically.

“Oh God,” Suzi gasped. “Kyla, we’ve got to get out of here. If we’re gang-raped by Retinoff’s thugs we might never recover.”

“I don’t think I can make it,” moaned Kyla. “I feel like fucking a horse.”

Suzi didn’t comment on the unheroine-like language. She tried to push away from her friend and climb off the bed. Her entire body shook. Retinoff’s insidious device had her so aroused she would have satisfied herself on the bed post if it hadn’t been for the fact that the bed had no posts. “Kyla, we’ve got to fight it. Retinoff’s men will be here any second.”

“That’s what I’m hoping,” panted Kyla, running her hands over her breasts and loins. She fell back on the bed and spread her legs. “Come and get it,” she cried.

“Kyla!” Suzi shouted. She arched her body across the bed and slapped her friend across the face. “Come on. You’re a heroine for god’s sake. You can’t act like this.”

Kyla shook her head as if attempting to dislodge a fly from her nose. “God, I’m a slut,” she murmured. “Help me Suzi. I’m not sure I can control myself.” She rolled on to her hands and knees. Her body was slick with sweat and stank of sex. As she crawled across the bed toward Suzi her small breasts quivered slightly, the engorged nipples dark with blood.

Suzi took a deep breath. Kyla was so inviting she felt like diving back onto the bed. Calling on all her strength she held herself back. “Clothes,” she thought. “We need clothes.” She yanked the sheets off the bed and tore one in half. Quickly she began to wind the cloth about herself, in a crude toga. “Put this on,” she said, tossing the other half of the sheet to Kyla.

Partially dressed, the two heroines looked at the door. Moreau was still in the bathroom. Possibly they could take him out, but both feared that the sight of a man would strip away the little self-control they had. “Come on,” Suzi said. She gripped Kyla’s hand, forcing herself to ignore the tingle that ran through her fingers at that gentle touch. She headed for the door. If she could just get far enough away from Retinoff’s control unit maybe she could find a way to shield herself from its influence.

She and Kyla were two steps from the door when it opened. The doorway and the hall beyond were filled with Retinoff’s hulks, many in a state of semi-undress. “Oh no,” Suzi groaned. The man in front of her smiled and stepped into the room.

Li Mei paced like a caged animal in the tomb-like prison. Her nature would not allow her to be still. Jahlen sat quietly in a corner regarding her friend with her usual impassive stare. Finally the yellow-eyed villainess spoke. “Kitten, why don’t you try to relax? We’ll find a way out of here. We always do.”

Li Mei turned a baleful eye on her companion. She opened her mouth to reply, closed it, seemed to think for a few seconds and then sat down beside her friend.

Jahlen knew what Li Mei was going through. The petite villainess was terrified of imprisonment. Being in the tiny windowless cell was like being buried alive, but there was nothing that could be done about it. She reached over and patted Li Mei’s hand. Li Mei’s fingers opened and closed around hers. “I’ll be alright,” she said softly. It was a strange reaction from the usually abusive villainess, but Jahlen did not comment. At least she was no longer threatening to hurl herself against the walls of the cell.

The cell suddenly shuddered. Both women were instantly on their feet as it slowly rose from the shaft. The cell rose into the daylight, the bars allowing light to spill into the cell. As the cell jerked to a halt a familiar figure moved into view.

“Retinoff, you blind, cretinous, dwarf,” Li Mei raged. “Let me out of here.”

“Ah, the Black Leopard. Just as pleasant as ever I see.” Retinoff kept his cool knowing that would infuriate the villainess even more than any retort.

“And I see you have your friend Jahlen with you. How considerate. I will enjoy entertaining you. Or should I say I will enjoy forcing you to entertain me.”

“The only entertainment you’ll get out of me will be watching me wind your guts around your legs,” Li Mei spat. “Provided you have any guts.”

“We’ll see about that,” Retinoff replied. “We’ll see about that right now.” He motioned to someone Li Mei could not see and several men stepped into view. They were holding long poles. Li Mei had seen those poles before. Retinoff had originally developed them for her and she knew only too well how they worked.

“Remove your clothing,” Retinoff ordered.

“Go to hell, you demented gnome,” Li Mei replied.

“Do it,” Retinoff replied. “Or I’ll have to do it for you.”

Li Mei was about to tell Retinoff to kiss her ass, but reconsidered when it occurred to her that he might enjoy doing just that. “I’d tell you to play with yourself, but I just remembered you don’t have any balls.”

Retinoff turned bright red. Deeply imbedded in his mind was the day that the oriental villainess had removed his manhood. The fact that she had done it in retaliation for a brutal rape was irrelevant. His face creased in rage. “Stun her,” he shouted.

The men holding the long poles moved forward, jabbing the poles through the bars. In the confined space of the cell, there was no way for either Li Mei or Jahlen to avoid them.

“Eeerrggh!” Li Mei cried as several thousand volts shot through her. Beside her Jahlen screamed as well, her tall body convulsing as the electrical prods were jammed into her.

“Again,” Retinoff shouted.

Retinoff’s lightning prods were shoved into the cell once more. Li Mei’s body convulsed. The first shock had left her barely conscious. The second sent her into oblivion.

“Excellent,” Retinoff commented as the two black-clad women were dragged from the cell. “Now to teach them some manners.”

Li Mei clenched her teeth. Her svelte body hung by the wrists, suspended in the centre of a cold concrete room. Just feet away and facing her was Jahlen. Her compatriot was completely naked and strung up in the same position. Like Li Mei she fought back fear and pain.

How long they had been hanging they didn’t know. They had awakened in that position. All Li Mei knew for certain was that her heavy milk-laden breasts hurt like hell. It had been hours since she had fed Qing Yuan and beads of white liquid trickled from her swollen nipples.

The room they were in was typical of those in Retinoff’s lairs. It was rectangular, constructed of concrete, and bare except for the required benches, cupboards and scientific or torture apparatus. A few feet away was an interesting tangle of pipes that looked as if a plumber had taken the day off and decided to have some fun with the materials of his trade. It bothered her to look at it. Some inner sense warned her that it was more sinister than it appeared.

She tensed as a door opened behind her. Li Mei knew at once from Jahlen’s look of intense hatred that it was Retinoff and she prepared herself for the gloating confrontation.

The dwarfish scientist stopped between his two dangling captives. His eyes lighted on their milk-engorged breasts. “I see that my little drug proved quite effective,” he giggled, reminding the two women that it was he who had supplied Zhuang with the fertility drug that had resulted in their impregnation.

Neither woman responded, refusing to give Retinoff the satisfaction of a reply. It was really the only form of resistance they had left, but they wondered as he licked his lips exactly what was passing through the mind of the demented little Russian.

Retinoff rubbed his hands together. His eyes had never left their breasts. “Oh,” he murmured, “this is going to be most enjoyable.”

“Let us down, you crippled baboon,” Li Mei raged, forcing herself to ignore the pain and discomfort of her position. “There are people who know where I am. You won’t get away with this.”

Retinoff frowned at Li Mei’s remark. “I would very much like to rip that tongue out of your head, and one day I just might do it, but I’ll leave it for now so that I can hear you beg for mercy.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” Li Mei returned. “I’ll get you for this and when I do I won’t stop at just cutting off your privates.”

“Bitch,” Retinoff hissed. “I think a little lesson in manners is called for,” He turned to one of the men who had accompanied him into the room. “Fetch the bamboo cane. I’m going to warm up the Black Leopard’s backside. ”

One of the men hurried to do his bidding. Retinoff flexed the seven foot length of bamboo and then brought his arm back. “This will do,” he muttered. “This will do nicely.”

Li Mei swallowed as Retinoff moved behind her. The diminutive Russian wasn’t very strong, but it wouldn’t take much strength to deliver a painful beating. She tried to think of a way to stop Retinoff from having her flogged. Torture terrified her, not so much because of the pain, but because of the complete feeling of helplessness it inflicted on her; that and the humiliation when she broke and begged for mercy. But she couldn’t think of a single thing to say. She doubted that Retinoff would have listened in any case. As she heard the swish of the cane as it swept through the air she clenched her teeth against the expected pain.

It hurt much more than she had expected. It always did. The cane cracked harshly against her softly rounded buttocks, inflicting instant agony. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, but knew that was exactly what Retinoff wanted. She would not give him that pleasure.

Retinoff struck her again, bringing the cane around in a wide arc. If he had been physically stronger the blow might have crippled her, but even so it brought tears to her eyes and made her petite body shudder.

“Like that, you Asian bitch?” Retinoff cackled. “Let’s try a few more.”

The cane struck again landing exactly where he had placed the first blow. The pain this time was much worse. It would get worse with every blow. By the twentieth blow Li Mei was breathing hard through her clenched teeth, her heavy breasts rising and falling as she bit back the shriek of pain that wanted to burst from her throat. Her exquisite derriere was crisscrossed with the marks of the caning and every blow lanced through her body like a red hot iron. She could not last much longer and she flinched as Retinoff landed each blow.

“Hurts, doesn’t it, bitch?” Retinoff sneered. He was panting from exertion and stopped to rest. His eyes fixed on Li Mei’s milk-laden breasts, now dripping freely as she twisted in pain. Slowly he reached out and lifted her left breast, squeezing the soft tissue. Milk spurted in a thick stream from Li Mei’s breast.

“You bastard,” she moaned. “I’ll make you pay for that.”

“I hardly think that is likely,” Retinoff said. “I’m just getting started on you, but now it is the turn of your friend.” He turned toward Jahlen.

“Stately bitch,” he commented, his eyes running over Jahlen’s tall, statuesque body. He licked his lips. “A woman like you could give a man a lot of pleasure. It’s going to be fun finding out exactly how much,”

“Go to hell,” Jahlen replied. Her voice contained so much menace that Retinoff actually took a step back from the helpless woman.

Recovering, Retinoff bristled. “You half-breed whore. I’ll show you who is boss.” He moved behind her and for the next ten minutes repeated the lesson he had given to Li Mei. Finally, gasping for breath to through down the campaign and moved to where both women could see him again.

Jahlen’s tried to control her heavy breathing. The beating had taken a lot out of her, but she knew that Retinof was not nearly finished. Fighting for breath, she listened as he spoke.

“It’s time to do something about those milk jugs of yours. You both seem to be a bit full. I can remedy that situation.”

He motioned to one of his men. “I sent a man out for this as soon as I saw your condition. I think it will solve your problem.”

Jahlen’s eyes widened as Retinoff’s men carried the machine into the room. Li Mei, her senses still reeling from the agonizing pain of her striped backside moaned in fear. “You bastard,” she gasped, “I’m not a cow.”

Retinoff grinned as the teatcups of the milking machine were fastened to the nipples of the two suspended women. There were exactly enough for both breasts. Both females groaned as their swollen nipples were clamped tight by the vacuum pump and then the machine was turned on full.

Both villainesses gasped as the milk was sucked from their engorged breasts. The process was extremely painful and at the same time strangely stimulating. Both women moaned as their milk was drained from their breasts.

Retinoff pumped both women dry and left the pump on even after their milk had been completely depleted. The suction of the pump, turned up to its highest level, was very painful, causing both women to gasp in pain. Retinoff leered at the gasping villainesses. He had them where he wanted them. All his enemies were either captured or defeated. Now he could begin his domination of Metro City and after that who knew how powerful he might become.

First, however, there was the matter of completing the punishment and subjugation of the women in his power. “Cut them down,” he ordered. “Bring them to the rack.”

Li Mei could hardly walk as she and Jahlen were marched to the strange collection of pipes she had noticed when she had awakened. Her once magnificent breasts had been drained until they resembled the breasts of a woman four times her age. Her backside burned in agony, the bleeding welts of the beating leaving a trail of blood behind her as she was dragged across the room. A few feet in front of her Jahlen struggled against her bonds as she was manhandled forward. Li Mei burned with hate and shame. She had been milked like a goat in front of Retinoff and his thugs. She had never been so humiliated. It was difficult to believe that anything Retinoff had planned for her could be much worse than what she had been subjected to. A few minutes later she was not so sure.

She watched in horror as Jahlen was strapped onto the rack and Retinoff inserted the needle into her companion’s brain. She was even more frightened when the same procedure was repeated on her. Finally freed from the rack, she was so exhausted from both pain and terror that she could not stand.

“Take these two someplace and clean them up,” Retinoff ordered. “Tomorrow we begin their training.”

Li Mei was half-carried half-walked from the room. She didn’t know what Retinoff had done to her, but she felt different. There was something in her head that was giving her strange urges, urges that filled her with disgust and fear. In spite of the danger of her situation she was experiencing rape fantasies, something that had never happened to her before.

Jahlen watched as Li Mei was dragged down the hall. Watching her friend brutalized was one of the most difficult things she had been forced to do. She and Li Mei had made a serious error in underestimating Retinoff. They had known that the vicious little scientist was dangerous, but they had never expected to get caught. Now they were prisoners of the mad Russian. Even worse he had done something to her head. She didn’t know what was in the needle that had been pushed into her skull, but she was having difficulty controlling her sexual urges. The feelings she was having filled her with dread. If she became a sexual slave it would be impossible to escape. The thought of never seeing her child again made her guts twist. Filled with foreboding, she was herded to her prison.

Kyla whimpered as the last man rolled off her. He immediately fell on his back and closing his eyes commenced snoring. She had been serviced so many times that she could not even hazard a guess as to how many men had taken her. But she had outlasted them all; she and Suzi. Her partner in crime lay beside her, her magnificent body covered in sweat and semen. Only the steady rise and fall of her bruised and bitten breasts showed that she was still alive.

Kyla rolled onto her knees, her body protesting at the forced movement. “They used us like dogs,” she gasped. “Suzi, we must get out of here.”

Suzi opened her eyes. “I don’t think I can move,” she whispered. “Leave me here. Go without me and try to get help.”

“Help,” thought Kyla. “Who would help a superheroine?” With a groan she rolled over beside Suzi and closed her eyes.

Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Branson tossed down his now empty pistol. The thing was still coming and he was sure that he had hit it every time. He backed desperately down the hall. Behind him Ape and Chimp scampered for safety.

“Christ,” he said,” there must be something that will stop that thing.”

A door opened to the right. It was better than nothing. He darted into the opening, leaving the two apes to face the thing alone. The thing squawked like some giant bird and followed him. The room appeared to be a storeroom. It was lined with shelves holding boxes. There was not thing that could be used as a weapon in sight. He dashed between the rows of shelving and almost on reflex grabbed the edge of the shelving beside him. With a twist of his powerful shoulders he toppled the shelf, sending it crashing into the pursuing monster. Boxes tumbled from the shelves and for a second the strange creature disappeared beneath cardboard.

It erupted a second later. Sending the shelving and the boxes flying, but it gave Branson the time he needed to round the end of the isle and find the fire axe. It was mounted on the back wall. Ripping it from its brackets he turned and swung with all of his considerable strength. The axe blade bit deep into the bird-like head of the pursuing monster, knocking it off stride and scattering bone and brains in all directions. With a hideous shriek it collapsed at his feet it huge body convulsing violently. Branson wrenched the axe free and brought it down again and again until finally the hideous beast stopped moving.

“God, that was close,” he muttered. “I hope there are no more of them about.” He looked at the thing he had killed and noticed that he was probably not the first person it had attacked. Its gruesome head was studded with small star-shaped bits of metal. He bent and pulled one free of the creature’s beak. It was shaped exactly like a star, and was razor sharp.

“I wonder who owns these,” he muttered. “The Scarlet Falcon?” He hoped not. The fact that the creature had been alive when he had come across it probably meant that whomever had thrown the stars was probably dead.

“I’ve got to find her. She must be in here somewhere.” Clutching the axe he moved back into the hall where amazingly Chimp and Ape were waiting.

“You strong,” Chimp murmured. “Kill monster.”

“Yes,” Ape nodded, his perfect English in strong contrast to Chimp’s. “You saved us. You are very powerful.”

“Thanks I’m sure,” Branson answered. “But I’ve got to find the Scarlet Falcon. Can you show me where she might be?”

Chimp looked mystified, but Ape merely looked thoughtful. “She might be with the doctor,” he said finally. “But that would not be a good thing. I can take to where she might be.”

“Lead on,” Branson answered, hefting the axe. “And while you’re at it see if you can find me a more refined weapon.”

“A good day’s work, doctor,” Retinoff said to Moreau as he sipped his brandy in his luxurious living quarters. “Two heroines subjugated and the Black Leopard and her companion taught a lesson and bent to my will. It is hard to believe that tomorrow will be even better, but it will. Tomorrow we get to see what your pets can do.”

Moreau grinned. He was tired but very satisfied. “I assure you Ivan that Equi and Bovi will perform well. I am not sure however, that the heroines will share our appreciation of their skills.”

“No,” said Retinoff, giggling, “I don’t suppose they will.”

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