The
Misadventures of the
Black Leopard
Episode
1
The
Black Leopard’s Revenge
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Chapter
16 Unexpected
Events
Suzi watched in abject horror as the two
things were released into the pit below
her. Now she knew why the man
called Moreau had referred to them as Equi and
Bovi. Both were massive
anthropomorphic monstrosities standing about eight feet
tall. Equi obviously owed his
ancestry to the horse family, hence his name derived from the Latin
equus.
From the waist down he was all horse with powerful hindquarters and
hooves instead of feet. His torso
was that of a man and his head something in between the two – an elongated
face with flaring nostrils, enormous blunt front teeth, and ears that were
definitely those of a horse. More
to the point, however, was that the monster sported a phallus that even its
relaxed state, resembled something that Suzi had last seen at the
Bovi was the bovine equivalent. He was even more powerfully built than Equi, with huge chest and shoulders. His head sprouted a tiny pair of horns just above floppy cow-like ears. It was no surprise that the appendage that dangled between his legs would have been right at home in a stockyard.
Suzi stared in dismay. She was too tired to care if Retinoff saw her fear. She had been gang-raped to the point of exhaustion. She didn’t see how either she or Kyla could stand up to either of those things. “Retinoff,” she raged. “What have you created? You can’t let these monsters loose.”
“I am sorry that I can’t take the credit,” Retinoff replied. “This is the work of my colleague, Doctor Maurice Moreau.”
Moreau stepped forward and bowed. Suzi stared at him. Something clicked in her mind. “Moreau,” she mused. Then it came to her. Moreau, the man the English writer H.G. wells had written about. She flashed a look toward the tall, handsome, scientist.
“Yes, Scarlet Falcon,” nodded. “I see you have heard of my father, the greatest biological scientist of this century, until me.”
“But your father died, torn to bits by his own creations.”
“Something that would not have happened had he not been so trusting. I will not repeat his mistakes. Where he failed I will succeed. Together with my compatriot Dr. Retinoff, I will rule the earth.”
“You are both mad,” Suzi replied. “You cannot possible think you will succeed.”
“I do not see what can stop me.” Moreau
answered. “I have already
surpassed my father in his experiments.
With my children and Retinoff’s machines we will take over
“I thought you said you weren’t mad,” Kyla suddenly interjected. “You’re nutty as a fruitcake if you think any superheroine would ever help you.”
Moreau’s face clouded in anger. “We will see just how mad I am. You and your partner have been reduced to little better than whores, willing to rut with anything possessing a male organ. I intend to breed you with my creations. I’m sure you will make most beautiful children. Can you picture it, a new type of animal with the characteristics of one of my children combined with those of a heroine?”
This last statement left both heroines momentarily stunned. Suzi finally responded. “You are mad. As mad and stupid as Retinoff. You can’t possibly think you can succeed. You would have everyone against you.”
“I think,” Retinoff said, joining the conversation, “that the time has come to show these two bitches just how little choice they have in the matter. Let’s toss them into the pit.”
“First a little injection to make them sexually compatible with my children,” Moreau replied. He selected a stainless steel syringe from a leather suitcase and filled it with a yellow-coloured fluid.
“Let’s try big tits with Bovi,” Moreau smiled. His grin widened as his men caught hold of Suzi and held her while he approached. She struggled, but the effects of the erotic chip in her brain made her helpless to respond effectively.
The men bent her over and Moreau jabbed the syringe into her quivering backside. Suzi let out a little cry as the burning serum coursed through her veins. “I should mention,” Moreau commented as he withdrew the syringe, that this might not take on the first try. Bovi might have to mate with you several times in order to impregnate you.”
A whimper of acute terror escaped Suzi’s perfect lips as she was dragged toward the edge of the pit. Several men with lightning staffs lined the edge, herding Equi back into the tunnel from which he had emerged. Leaving Bovi alone in the pit.
“No! Please don’t!” Suzi screamed as she was forced to the edge. “No! Nooooooh!”
Tiger blinked stupidly. What
was she doing here? The last
thing she could remember was sitting on the floor of the nursery reading
to Qing Yuan and Li Ming. Now
she was standing in some filthy deserted building in what looked like the
industrial district of
“Oh my,” she gasped. She was holding the two children by their tiny hands. Had she brought them with her? Blackie and Jahlen would kill her if they found out. Quickly she bent and picked up the two infants.
“Well, well. What have we here?”
The voice froze the blood in Tiger’s veins. She whirled. Standing just feet away and surrounded by his henchmen was the menacing figure of Zhuang Zhijian. Instinctively she clutched the two children to her.
Zhuang lumbered forward. Tiger had only seen the walrus-like crime boss on one occasion and she had been amazed that he was capable of movement. It seemed impossible that the floor of the building would support him even though it was six inch concrete. She cowered back as he approached, attempting to shield the two children as she did so.
“Don’t tell me that these infants are my offspring,” Zhuang rumbled. “They seem very large for children barely a month old.”
“I can’t let you have them,” Tiger replied. She tried to stand tall in front of the immensely obese crimelord, but she was now surrounded by his henchmen. Any resistance would result in a sever beating. And from the way the men were looking at her something much worse.
“You would deny a father access to his children?” Zhuang asked with an oily smile.
“They are not yours,” Tiger cringed. “They belong to the Black Leopard and Jahlen. You cannot have them.”
“Cannot?” Zhuang laughed. “Cannot? They are already mine. The question is what to do with you. Perhaps I will let to live to care for them and to amuse my men once I have destroyed Retinoff.”
Tiger didn’t know whether she was more afraid of Zhuang or more frightened of what the Black Leopard and Jahlen would do to her for endangering their children. “Please,” she begged. “Don’t take them. Let us go.”
Zhuang laughed and motioned with his arm. Tiger struck out at the men who surged toward her, actually taking out two of them before they overwhelmed her. As her arms were twisted behind her back and her wrists bound, she wept in terror. What would happen to her now? And what would Blackie and Jahlen do to her when they discovered she had lost their children?
Suzi backed frantically away as Bovi moved toward her, his arms held wide to engulf her in a crushing embrace. His breath was heavy like that of the mighty beast that was part of his nature. Like a magnet her eyes were drawn to the massive phallus that dangled between the monsters legs. To have that inside her… The thought was both terrifying and incredibly erotic. Retinoff’s chip was still at work. Frightening as Bovi was and horrifying as the fate that awaited her if he caught her, she was still drawn to him. What would it be like to be fucked by so massive a member?
“I’ve got to stop thinking like this,” Suzi thought. “Being raped by that thing could kill me.” She circled warily, trying to control her rapid breathing, using her quickness of foot to escape the monster that sought to ravish her.
Again and again, Bovi made bull-like rushes, his arms outstretched. Each time Suzi used her heroine mobility to escape his attack. She even got in a few licks as the monster rumbled by. It was very much like punching a wall. Her fists made contact, but Bovi was a huge slab of moving meat. Her hardest blows made not the least impression and he did not even seem to react to what she did. What angered the pursuing monster was Suzi’s ability to escape his rushes time and again.
Eventually the massive beast was bellowing in rage, swinging his arms madly in an attempt to make contact with his elusive prey. His breathing came in great gasps and sweat splattered from his body as he charged around the pit. But Suzi too was tiring. She was in no way fully recovered from her marathon sexual romp with Retinoff’s henchmen. Her reflexes slowed, her escapes from Bovi’s clumsy attacks, becoming narrower and narrower. The end came when her foot slipped on a patch of wetness shed from Bovi’s heaving hide.
It was only a little slip, but it came just as Bovi staged his latest charge. It brought her within reach of Bovi’s left hand. It caught Suzi’s shoulder and spun her in a complete circle. Off balance, Suzi was unable to prevent Bovi from seizing her arm and dragging her fully within his reach. Suzi struck out with all her strength, driving her foot into the beast’s midriff, but the blow was without effect. Bovi bellowed in triumph. Enveloping her in both his powerful arms, he bent her backward, forcing her to the floor of the pit his powerful legs spreading her thighs as he forced her down.
Suzi grunted in pain as the monster settled on top of her. Bovi must have weighed close to four hundred pounds. Had his full weight descended upon her it was likely she would have been crushed, but the monster seemed to possess enough sense to only use enough of his bulk to pin her and spread her legs.
“Noooh! NO!” Suzi cried. She twisted desperately, her exquisite body writhing in terrified desperation. Bovi’s phallus was a good foot long and as twice the thickness of her wrist. It would be like being raped by a fencepost, but at the same time something tickled her mind. Retinoff’s chip was at work filling her full of desire. Only the sheer terror of what Bovi would do to her kept her from surrendering.
Matters were, however, out of her hands. Bending her legs, she braced them against Bovi’s chest, but the monster reached down and gripping her thighs spread her like a ripe peach and then with a convulsive movement, thrust into her.
“Aaaahhhh!” Suzi shrieked in agony as Bovi took her, beating feebly at him with her fists. His huge member jammed into her like a pile-driver, forcing her pelvic bones apart, the pain almost made her pass out, but she was not afforded that escape. Her heroine strength kept her conscious throughout the entire, agonizing, degrading, and humiliating ordeal. Even worse, part way through the excruciating rape, Retinoff activated the chip.
Crying in pain, Suzi could not control her body as she arched herself into the immense member that was splitting her in half. She was saved only by Bovi’s animal lack of endurance. With a bovine bellow he exploded into her, his ejaculation so massive that semen jetted from her over-filled vagina.
Rising from the vanquished heroine, Bovi raised his head and bellowed in triumph. Moreau grinned and leaned over the edge of the pit. “Pray that you’re pregnant, Scarlet Falcon. If you’re not it is going to be a long and painful experience.”
Suzi’s only reply was a whimper. Her nether region felt like she had been forced to mate with a truck, which was not far short of the truth. She knew without attempting to get up that she would not be able to walk.
“You disgusting piece of filth,” Kyla raged, looking at Moreau. “Is this how you compensate for your lack of masculinity?”
“Hardly a fitting comment for a woman who was rutting like a mink in heat a few hours ago,” Moreau rejoined. “In any case, you will have a chance to demonstrate your heroine virtue in just a few seconds.” He advanced upon her, syringe in hand.
“God, I’m sore,” thought Li Mei. She touched her fingers to her badly bruised nipples and winced. Her breasts had regained some of their shape thanks to the infusion of milk to replace that which Retinoff had sucked out of her, but she was wondering if they would ever return to their once perfect shape. Jahlen seemed to suffering equally although it was difficult to tell. Her companion’s face was impassive as always.
She sat down on the only place to sit in the cell, the single, narrow bed that had been provided for both of them. She lowered herself carefully; her backside was still swollen from the beating she had received with the bamboo cane, but that was the least of her worries. She had a very bad feeling. Retinoff had done something to her. She wasn’t sure what exactly, but she had been having strange urges, or rather urges that were even more strange than usual. Last night when she and Jahlen had lain together on the tiny cot it had taken all of her self-control not to fondle her friend’s strong, beautiful body.
She actually had no aversion to making love to another woman. She and Jahlen had once been lovers as had she and Elenah, but that was in the past, and resuming an affair in Retinoff’s prison was neither the time nor the place. Above all they had to escape, not spend their time cuddling with one another. But it had been difficult not to run her fingers over the smooth skin she remembered so well.
“Retinoff, that bastard,” she muttered. Almost certainly he was behind the feelings she was having. She wondered what he planned to do with them. Almost certainly whatever it was it would be as humiliating and painful as possible. At time like this she almost wished she had not cut off his sexual organs. Of course, she reminded herself, he had it coming for raping her and the Pussies.
A sound outside her cell made both her and Jahlen sit up. She held her breath and then let it out slowly. She was the Black Leopard. Whatever Retinoff was going to do to her she would face it without trembling
“Mistress?” Li Mei’s dark eyes widened in surprise. Although she had only heard it a few times she knew the voice.
“Ape?” she answered. “Ape, get us out of here.”
There was a fumbling with the lock, then a muffled curse. “To hell with it,” exclaimed a second voice; this one much deeper and completely unfamiliar.
Crang! The sound of a heavy object slamming against the cell door had Li Mei cursing the stupidity of whomever was making the noise.
“Idiot,” thought Li Mei. “That will bring every guard in the place.”
Crang! Crang! Crang! The door shuddered under the impact. And then with an extra loud bang, flew open. Li Mei wasted no time, darting from the cell as soon as the door swung open, Jahlen hot on her heels.
She jerked to a halt outside the door, suddenly conscious of the fact that she was completely nude. Outside three individuals faced her, Ape, a second simian with more than noticeable female characteristics, and a tall, dark-haired man wearing a trench coat and carrying a fire axe. Lying in the hallway were the bodies of two of Retinoff’s henchmen. No doubt they had been guarding the cells. Li Mei could not tell if they were just unconscious or if the man had used the axe for more than just opening the cell door.
“Jesus Christ,” exclaimed the man. His eyes flowed over Li Mei’s nude body and that of Jahlen.
“What’s the matter?” Li Mei growled. “Never seen a pair of tits before?”
“Sorry,” replied the man. “I didn’t expect…”
“You’ll be more than sorry if we don’t get out of here,” Li Mei hissed. “That was one hell of a noise you made opening the cell. Why didn’t you use a jackhammer? That would have attracted even more attention.”
“Perhaps you’d be happier if I just left you in the cell,” the man countered angrily. He was now making no attempt to avoid staring at Li Mei’s naked body.
“Who are you anyway?” Li Mei asked ignoring the man’s rejoinder. She was already striding through the cell block, her senses alert for any of Retinoff’s thugs. “Is it raining outside or do you just have abysmal taste in clothing?”
“Who am I?” the man answered, his voice rising in outrage. “What do you mean who am I? Who the hell are you? I only opened the cell because Ape told me to.”
“That figures. Taking orders from a monkey is about your speed.”
“You ungrateful b…” the man sputtered. “I saved your sweet a… backside.”
“You have problems completing a sentence?” Li Mei asked. She wrenched open a storage locker just outside the cell block. “Well what do you know?” she gasped. She reached into the locker and pulled out her costume. She had been hoping to find a pair of coveralls or even a lab coat, but this was much better.
She handed Jahlen her costume and began to pull hers on. “No peeking, trench coat” she said to the tall man.
“I don’t believe this!” the man exclaimed. “Two more costumed babes. What the hell is going on?”
“I might ask you the same,” Li Mei said, cinching her utility belt around her waist. She felt much better with her costume on, even though there was still that nagging sense of sexual desire every time she looked at the man who had rescued her. “You still haven’t introduced yourself. All you’ve done is stare at my tits.”
“Look,” the man said. “You might show a little gratitude. I just saved your … life and that of your friend.”
“Oh, sorry,” Li Mei apologized. “I’m forgetting myself. Perhaps I’ll give you a treat. I’ll bend over and you can kiss my ass.” She finished pulling on her boots and set off down the hall, her tall friend following.
“Where are you going?” the man called. He followed along behind Li Mei’s little parade.
“Away from here, idiot. You made enough noise to attract every goon Retinoff has on his payroll.”
The man came to a complete halt. “Wait a minute. Who made you empress?”
Li Mei spun on her heel. “You’re beginning to annoy me. You let me out of that cell so I owe you one. I’m the Black Leopard. I give the orders and you take them. Now shut up before your yapping attracts every thug in the place.”
Branson gaped in disbelief at the exotic woman he had rescued. He suddenly felt like someone who is walking through a forest and hearing a movement picks up a stick and finds he is holding the tail of a poisonous snake. The sense of danger that radiated from this petite oriental was so strong he could almost smell it. Equally hard to believe was her almost complete lack of gratitude. He had saved her from a fate worse than death – well, maybe not worse than death since it seemed apparent that she had already experienced such a fate or something very much like it.
However, she seemed to know where she was going and that was more than he did. He needed to know more about her. She had identified herself as the Black Leopard. Probably she was another superheroine, a very bad-tempered one. If so perhaps she could lead him to the Scarlet Falcon. Swallowing his pride he caught up to her. “I’m sorry I offended you,” he whispered. “Perhaps you can tell me what is going on.”
“You tell me who you are and I’ll think about it,” the Black Leopard replied.
“I’m FBI,” Branson answered, pulling out his badge.
“A federal cop,” the woman commented. Her tone was perfectly flat, but Branson detected a slight hint of scorn.
“Mr. Hoover’s boy scouts,” she continued. A slight smile creased her perfect lips. It was difficult to determine what she was thinking behind her mask, but she seemed to find the situation amusing. “And why are you here?” she asked finally.
“I’m looking for a woman in a red costume that came in here. She called herself the Scarlet Falcon.”
The woman did not break stride, but Branson thought he perceived a slight stiffening of her body.
“The Scarlet Falcon,” the woman repeated, her dark eyes glittering. “That’s just perfect.” She laughed icily. “I’d be delighted to help you find her.”
Branson did not comment. But somehow he felt that the petite costumed woman was somewhat less than sincere. However, he didn’t have much choice. She seemed to know what she was doing, which was a lot more than he could say for himself. Resignedly he followed her through the twisting concrete maze that was Retinoff’s HQ.
Kyla shrieked in agony as Equi penetrated her. She had fought as hard and as skillfully as she could, but had lasted only a few seconds in the confines of the pit. The horse-like monster had knocked her down and then while she lay dazed had mounted her. She had recovered her senses only just in time to receive twelve inches of rigid flesh. Equi split her like kindling, driving deep within her tight vagina and then ravishing her brutally.
Her ordeal was made worse by the audience of Retinoff and his jeering goons lining the edge of the pit and Suzi’s moans as Moreau satisfied his carnal urges at her expense. He was taking her companion anally. As Moreau had explained Bovi had stretched her other hole to such an extent that she was no longer capable of giving a “decent fuck.” Her cries and moans as he raped her tight anus added to Kyla’s misery. And then there was the threat of what Equi might do to her. The horror of being impregnated by a biologically engineered monster filled her with fear.
Fortunately, as in Suzi’s case, Equi did not take long to satisfy himself. Kyla collapsed as the monster released her; fully conscious of the fact that she now probably faced another gang rape once she was pulled from the pit. However, something happened that saved her from that ordeal. She wasn’t sure what it was. She only knew that Retinoff ordered that she be taken out of the pit. Then she and Suzi were herded across the room and sealed into a metal cage. Slumped in pain and exhaustion they watched while Retinoff conversed animatedly with Moreau and a few of his henchmen.
“Escaped,” Retinoff squeaked. “How?”
“Someone butchered the guards. Looks like he took them out with an axe. We got no idea who did it or where she went.”
Retinoff swore expressively in Russian. He waved his hand at the man who had brought him the news. “Find her you moron. Find her before she causes any trouble. Take as many men as you need.”
He looked at Moreau, his face red with anger. “You’d think with all of the security I’ve got built into this place that I could keep a couple of helpless women under control.”
Moreau nodded. He didn’t know much about the Black Leopard, but from what he had heard she wasn’t really all that helpless. “Why don’t you see if you can use the chip to locate her?” he suggested.
Retinoff’s face brightened. “I should have thought of that myself. If she hasn’t gone too far she and Jahlen should still be within its range.” Quickly he strode to the control box and flicked the switches. “I’ll put it on full. That might have some effect. Maybe she’s not as smart as she thinks.”
Li Mei staggered as an incredible wave of sensual stimuli surged through her body. Just behind her Jahlen gasped and clutched at the wall to keep from falling. Beside her Branson stared in concern. “What is it?” he asked. “What’s the problem?” He drew the .45 semi-automatic he had retrieved from one of the men he had killed from his shoulder holster.
The two women looked at him most strangely. “What’s going on?” Branson inquired, taking a step back.
“Nothing that your nice hard cock can’t fix,” the Black Leopard answered. Jahlen’s only reply was a grin, the sort of grin that he had seen on the face of the older woman who had helped him lose his virginity.
“Wait a minute,” Branson protested, “We can’t do this here. It isn’t safe.”
“Forget about safe,” the Black Leopard replied. Before he could move her hand flashed out. With surprising ease she disarmed him and with a strength he had never suspected slammed him against the wall. “Undress,” she ordered. Without waiting for him to comply she tore open his shirt. A second later the other woman was there. Branson suddenly found himself shoved into a side room. A minute later his clothes were gone, most of them ripped from his body by the two panting females.
“No,” Branson protested. “You can’t do this. It’s rape.”
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be on the other end of the situation,” the Black Leopard replied. She had already removed her cowl and stripped off the top part of her costume. Her heavy breasts were beautifully displayed. To Branson’s shock he noticed that drops of milk were dripping from her engorged nipples.
With a smile the Black Leopard pushed him flat. “Suck me big boy,” she moaned. Branson felt the hand of the other woman close over his swelling penis.
Branson groaned. The Black Leopard lowered her body onto his, her breasts grazing each of his cheeks. The tall woman’s grip tightened on his thickening member. “What the hell,” he murmured. He took the Black Leopard’s left nipple into his mouth. She moaned softly.
“Such beautiful children,” Zhuang grinned. “Not surprising considering that I am their father. However, I am curious as to why you brought them here.”
Tiger stood between two of Zhuang’s thugs her arms held tightly. There wasn’t much that she could do to escape. Wrists tightly bound, and already partially undressed, she was absolutely terrified. Zhuang’s men were eyeing her with carnal interest. It was only a matter of time before they started in on her. The really frightening thing was that the two babies were in Zhuang’s hands. There was no telling what the perverted crimelord would do to the infants.
Zhuang handed Qing Yuan to one of his men. He moved ponderously toward Tiger. “Tell me why you brought the babies here,” he said. He reached out and took her left nipple between his pudgy fingers. “Tell me,” he repeated, “or what is going to happen to you will be considerably more painful.”
Tiger stood absolutely still. Droplets of sweat beaded over her tall exquisitely curved body. “I don’t remember,” she answered truthfully.
“Bad answer,” Zhuang said. He flexed his fingers and Tiger winced as he twisted her nipple. “Tell me.”
“I don’t remember,” Tiger cried. “Really I don’t.” Part of Tigers problem was that although lacking in intelligence she had never developed the art of lying, even to save herself pain.
Zhuang’s face twisted in a cruel smile. “Fuck her,” he said. “Maybe that will improve her memory.
“No,” Tiger cried. “No! Not in front of the babies.”
Zhuang laughed. “I’ll look after the babies. After all I am their father.” He gestured toward Tiger. “Spread her. I want to see that golden haired pussy filled.”
“No!” Tiger
screamed as several men seized her.
“No!”
“What was that?” asked Adriana. “That sounded like a scream.”
“It was a scream,” replied Wildcat, “and it sounded a lot like Tiger.”
“Tiger? Are you sure? What would she be doing here? She’s supposed to be looking after Qing Yuan and Li Ming.”
The chestnut-haired Pussy nodded. “I’ve heard Tiger scream before. Her shriek is quite distinctive. She could probably be used as a stand in for an air-raid siren.”
Adriana raised her eyebrows at this rather acerbic comment. She was learning that in terms of her personality Wildcat was the Pussy most similar to the Black Leopard. “What are we going to do?” she asked. “She sounds like she is in trouble.”
“Tiger is usually in trouble,” Wildcat answered. “However, I suspect we should investigate. Blackie might want to know what is going on when she returns.”
“If she returns,” thought Adriana. The Black Leopard had been gone a long time, a whole day in fact. She and Wildcat had taken it in turns keeping watch and fetching food, a task that required changing out of their costumes in order to go the local Chinese eatery.
“Come on,” Wildcat said. “But be careful. If Tiger has been taken prisoner we don’t want to join her.”
The last bit of advice seemed unnecessary to Adriana, but she kept her thoughts to herself. Following Wildcat she moved through the deserted building in the direction of the screams. Suddenly from in front of them there came more screams, but this time the sound was different. No longer was it the sound of a woman, but instead the screams seemed to come from the throats of men.
Wildcat held up a hand and Adriana stopped. The shrieks were coming from just a few feet away, from a room overlooking Retinoff’s HQ. The two women crept forward and beheld an amazing sight. On his knees in front of them was Zhuang Zhijian. The monstrously obese crimelord was in the middle of the room, his pudgy hands clutching his head. He was screaming at the top of his lungs. A few feet away lay Tiger, stripped naked, her hands tied behind her back and next to her were Qing Yuan and Li Ming, the two infants unconcernedly playing on the floor with what appeared to be a gun that had been dropped by one of Zhuang’s henchmen. Of Zhuang’s usual gang of thugs there was no sign.
Wildcat rushed forward. “Give me that, you little minxes,” she said, taking the gun from the two infants. Adriana ran to Tiger and began to untie her. During the entire time Zhuang sat on the floor, rocking back and forth, screaming in pain.
“God, that’s an awful noise,” Wildcat exclaimed. “What’s wrong with him?”
“I don’t know,” Tiger said, getting to her feet. “The son-of-a-bitch had just ordered his men to rape me then all of a sudden they all started screaming and holding their heads. The men ran off, but Zhuang was in so much pain he couldn’t move.”
As she finished speaking the tall, blonde Pussy moved toward Zhuang and drawing within range drove her foot with brutal violence into his face. Still screaming, his nose spurting blood, the massive crime boss toppled over. “Bastard,” Tiger spat. “Try to rape me, would you.” She kicked him again.
Wildcat made no move to stop her. Instead she stepped over to Adriana who was holding the two infants. “Are they all right?” she asked.
“Of course we’re
all right,” Qing Yuan communicated to Li
Ming.
”What
did she expect?”
“That noise is becoming disturbing,” came the reply. “Perhaps you should stop.”
“Alright, but if he tries
to hurt Tiger again. I’m
going to start again.”
Zhuang suddenly stopped screaming, his cries reduced to a moan. Tiger stood in front of him her body tensed as if she was going to kick him again. “Perhaps you should get dressed,” suggested Adriana. “You must be cold.”
“Oh, right,” Tiger agreed. “I can kick him better with my boots on.”
“What are you doing here?” Wildcat asked. “You were supposed to be at the lair looking after Qing Yuan and Li Ming, not dragging them into danger by following Blackie.”
Tiger looked confused. She blushed in embarrassment. “I don’t know why I came here. I was looking after the children and the next thing I knew I was standing in the street across from Retinoff’s HQ. I had the two kids with me.”
Wildcat shrugged and put her hand to her head. “Strange,” she murmured. Suddenly she spun on her heels. “I’m going to find Blackie. You two stay here and look after the kids and keep an eye on Zhuang.”
Before either Tiger or Adriana could answer she was gone. The two women looked at one another. “Well, that was quick,” said Adriana. “I guess we have no choice but to wait. I hope Wildcat can find the Black Leopard.”
“Oh, she will,”
Qing Yuan sent to Li Ming.
“I can hear Mummy right
now and she is making quite a bit of noise.”
“Come on you bastard,” Li Mei groaned. She was completely exhausted. The bruises and welts on her backside where Retinoff had used the bamboo cane on her were throbbing, and her sweat-covered body heaved with her heavy breathing, but she still wanted more. Branson was absolutely limp. She and Jahlen had ridden him to the point of collapse. In response to her prodding, he did no more than moan weakly. Jahlen lay on the other side of Branson also making feeble attempts to get the FBI agent to mount her again, but it was like flogging a dead horse. Branson was completely worn out.
A noise startled Li Mei into silence. It had come from the corridor outside the storage room they were in and it sounded like men speaking. Quickly she motioned to Jahlen, her finger over her lips. There was no need to warn Branson, he too had heard the voices and was too beaten in any case to much more except lie where he was. Her loins still flaming with passion, Li Mei fought to control herself, her body beading with sweat anew and as she battled the almost uncontrollable sexual desire.
“Retinoff, you cretin. You
won’t beat me,” she thought, gritting her teeth against the sexual
cravings, burning through her body.
She lurched toward Jahlen and clasped hands, the two women steadying
one another against the insistent urge of the chip centered in their
brains.
“I thought I heard something,” said a male voice. “Sounded like screaming.”
“That would be Jahlen,” thought Li Mei. “She’s got to learn to control herself.” As she spoke her hand moved between her thighs and she ran her fingers over her supersensitive clit. The sensation almost sent her through the roof. Arching her back she forgot all about the men closing in on her and moaned loudly.
“There it is again,” the male voice said. Steps sounded in the corridor. The door was pushed open and a bright light flooded the room as the lights went on. “Got her,” the voice said triumphantly. “She’s too horny to escape, just like Retinoff said she’d be.”
Li Mei groaned again and tried to get to her feet. Instead she spread her legs invitingly, welcoming the half dozen thugs who entered the room. Jahlen emulated her, crawling on her hands and knees toward the now salivating goons. “Christ what a pair of cunts,” exclaimed one of them. “Let’s get started.”
“What about him?” asked one of the men, pointing to Branson.
“I’ll deal with him,” answered the man who had spoken first. There was the sound of a pistol being cocked. It was immediately followed by another sound, that of a high-pitched scream.
“Eeeeyaaaa!” A dark form bounded into the room, catapulting into the man nearest the door and hammering him completely across the room. Instant chaos ensued, with bodies flying every direction as the dark figure rebounded and struck out with feet, fists, elbows, and knees at whomever was closest to her.
“Wildcat,” muttered Li Mei. She tried to get to her feet to help the Pussy who had come to her rescue, but her sexual urges fogged her mind, rendering her useless. She succeeded only in catching a boot to the side of the head from one of Retinoff’s thugs. It sent her reeling across the room, out of the fight and semi-conscious. She was alert enough, however, to see Wildcat take a punch in the head that sent her to her knees. Three of Retinoff’s men were still standing and they closed on the fallen Pussy like dogs attacking an alley cat.
Booom! Boom! Boom! In the enclosed space the sound of the .45 Browning was almost deafening as Branson pulled the trigger.
Li Mei got to her feet, her ears ringing. Still woozy from the blow to the head she glared at Branson. “I hate guns,” she declared, her runaway libido temporarily dampened by the surge of adrenalin.
“You’re hard to please,” declared Branson. He searched round the room and found his clothes. Jahlen and Li Mei had thrown them in all directions in their sexual eagerness. By good luck the gun he had pillaged from Retinoff’s henchman had been close at hand.
“Perhaps you’d be more pleased if I let these thugs fuck you silly,” Branson continued.
Li Mei scowled and bit off her reply. She was still so sexually aroused that she almost wished Branson had not killed the remaining three men, even knowing that it would have meant sexual slavery for herself, Jahlen, and Wildcat. However, she realized that the FBI agent had saved her and that if she and her companions were not to continue as Retinoff’s sexual playthings they had to get out of his lair before it was too late. She could not fight the chip that was in her head for much longer. It was far to strong and never let up. The only chance was to get as far away from Retinoff as possible and hope that distance would prevent the activation of the chip. At that moment, however, something happened that completely changed the situation.
Zhuang Zhijian staggered through the doorway. At first Li Mei started at the appearance of the crime lord who had impregnated her. But then she calmed. Zhuang was in obvious pain, and his face was badly bruised. Then her eyes widened in amazement as Tiger appeared, holding Qing Yuan and behind her Adriana holding Li Ming.
The sight of her child temporarily drove all thoughts of sexual gratification from her mind. Beside her the normally implacable Jahlen muttered a curse and a stepped forward. “What are they doing here?” she growled. She took Li Ming from Adriana and held her close.
Tiger paled as Li Mei advanced on her. She looked left and right as if seeking a safe place to hide. “Whatever possessed you to bring my daughter into a hellhole like this?” Li Mei raged. She raised her hand as if to strike the cringing Pussy.
“Kitten, wait!” Jahlen cried. “There is something very strange here. Look at Adriana’s face and Tiger’s. It’s as if they don’t know where they are. And what is Zhuang doing here?”
Li Mei lowered her hand. Her rage had accomplished something, driving the influence of Retinoff’s chip from her mind, at least temporarily. She could feel it lurking in the background, ready to pounce whenever she lowered her guard. In the meantime, however, there was the disturbing fact that she and Jahlen were still in Retinoff’s HQ, along with half the Pussies and their two children. Surely someone must have heard the shots when Branson had killed Retinoff’s thugs. They had to escape before it was too late.
She looked at Zhuang and then back to Tiger. “All right,” she asked, “just what is going on?”
It was Wildcat who answered first, explaining what had happened while she and Adriana had kept watch. “It was bizarre. There were these terrible screams and then I found Zhuang along with Tiger and the two babies. I don’t know what happened, but whatever it was it sent all of Zhuang’s henchmen running. He was alone when I got there, screaming in pain and holding his head. I just gave him a couple of kicks for good measure.”
Li Mei turned to Tiger. “Explain,” she demanded coldly.
Tiger tried, but it soon became clear that the blonde Pussy did not have the slightest idea as to what had happened or how she had left the Black Leopard’s lair. It was not unusual for Tiger to be devoid of ideas, but she did usually know where she was and how she got there.
Jahlen exchanged a knowing glance with Li Mei. “The babies?” she asked.
Li Mei looked dubiously at her daughter, who was industriously attempting to open the front of her costume. “Greedy little bitch,” she muttered, but a second later she loosened her costume allowing Qing Yuan access to her milk engorged breasts.
“Kitten,” Jahlen said, her voice containing just the slightest hint of concern, “shouldn’t you leave that until we are safely out of here? Retinoff could show up at any time. I don’t want to have to deal with any of his machines again.”
“But Qing Yuan is hungry…” Li Mei stopped and studied the infant suckling at her breast. “You’re right. Why the hell am I doing this now?” She looked at Zhuang. Got any ideas as to what we should do about him?”
Jahlen’s mouth twitched in a smile and then stiffened into a thin line of unrelenting cruelty. “I think I can think of something.”
The cage swung slowly back and forth. Like a huge pendulum. Suzi lay on her back beside Kyla, seemingly unconscious, her breasts rising and falling slowly. But she was not insensible, merely so exhausted and beaten that she could hardly move. Her session with Bovi had almost broken her and Moreau’s decision to explore the delights of her tight backside had pretty much finished her off. Kyla was in about the same shape. She had suffered brutally when Equi had taken her and could barely move. However, neither heroine could afford to remain where they were. For some reason Retinoff and his goons had taken off. They were alone in the cage and unguarded. No doubt Retinoff and Moreau considered them too badly abused to attempt to escape and they were not far wrong. There was the cage to contend with and also the fact that they had been suspended in the same room with Equi and Bovi. Both monsters circled beneath the cage, hoping that somehow it would be lowered within their reach.
Suzi bit back a groan and rolled over. “We’ve got to try to escape,” she whispered. “Retinoff won’t be gone much longer.”
Kyla’s only reply was a whimper, but she also moved, rolling on to her side to face Suzi. Reaching for the bars, she pulled herself to a sitting position and studied the lock holding the cage door shut. “No tools,” she muttered. “No tools, we’ll never get this open.”
Suzi moved in for a closer look. The lock was a Retinoff special. It would have taken all of her lock-picking skills even with the proper tools. “Shit,” she murmured. Small wonder Retinoff had not thought it worthwhile to place a guard on them. She looked upward at the metal cables supporting the cage and a flashbulb went of in her head.
“There might be as way,” she said, forcing herself to her feet. She gripped the bars of the cage and shifted her weight.
Kyla saw what she was doing at once. Joining her, she moved her body in harmony with Suzi’s. Within seconds the pendulum movement of the cage increased as it swung in a wide arc, sweeping the width of the pit until it finally slammed against the concrete wall of the enclosure. Weakened as they were, the impact almost knocked them off their feet. The crash of the cage echoed through the room, but it did not break. The steel bars bent only slightly, but it was enough to offer encouragement. “Again,” Suzi urged.
Once more the two women started the cage swinging. And once more the cage slammed against the concrete wall. And once more it held. Undeterred the two heroines shifted their weight again.
It took five tries before the warped bars of the cage sprung the door and allowed the heroines to escape. Forcing their tortured bodies to move they managed to scramble to the top of the cage and hung on looking down at the excited monsters below them.
Seeing the two women escape sent the two mutated monsters below them into a frenzy. Bellowing and whinnying they leaped for the cage, their outstretched fingers missing the lower bars only by inches.
“Come on,” Suzi urged. “Those monsters will raise the dead. Let’s get out of here.” She began to swing the cage again. Kyla joined in and within seconds they had swung the cage close enough to the edge of the pit to leap free. Exhausted they lay on other edge for a few seconds before getting agonizingly to their feet.
“Wish I knew where my costume was,” Suzi said, as she stepped toward the nearest door.
“Wait,” Kyla said. “I have an idea.”
Suzi looked at her companion curiously as she returned to the pit. The height of the cage above the pit was controlled by a winch bolted to the wall. To Suzi’s amazement, Kyla began to lower the cage into the pit. “How long do you think it will take our two lovers to figure out that they can get out of the pit by climbing on top of the cage?” Kyla smirked.
Suzi grinned. Two monsters running loose might give Retinoff and Moreau something to think about. “I think we better leave. Those two monsters might be smarter than they look.” As she stepped toward the door she noticed something. Pausing for an instant she picked up two poles that were leaning against the wall. She tossed one to Kyla. “These might come in handy.”
“Right,” Kyla agreed. It was one of Retinoff’s lightning staffs, seven feet of electronic ingenuity. She gave it an experimental twirl and nodded in satisfaction. It wasn’t quite as good as a gun, but at close quarters it would do. In spite of her battered condition she was almost looking forward to running into Retinoff just so she could try it out.
The two heroines moved off stiffly, their movements reflecting the injuries they had suffered at the hands of Moreau’s “children.” The first thing they did was to search out their costumes. These they found in the room where Retinoff had flogged them. Someone had hung them like trophy banners from the wall, but they seemed undamaged. Their spider silk construction made them almost indestructible by normal means. Quickly they pulled them on, feeling much more like true heroines as they assumed their identities.
“Wish to hell I knew what Retinoff did to me,” Kyla remarked. “Without my powers of invisibility I feel defenceless.”
Suzi nodded. Kyla did not have quite the same level of martial skills as she did. Without the ability to hide herself she was like a fish out of water, vulnerable to any attacker. Still, Kyla had trained hard over the years and had greatly improved her fighting skills.
“Maybe they will return,” Suzi said. “In the meantime we will just have to make the best of it. With any luck we won’t run into anyone.”
Retinoff could barely contain his rage. “Damned heroines. That bitch the Blue Avenger is to blame for this. If she hadn’t set off that explosion my security system would still be working. When we find out what is causing the problems I’m going to make sure she is properly punished.”
Moreau grinned. He thought that he and Retinoff had already done quite a good job in punishing the captured heroines, but he was always ready for more. Of course, that meant they would have to find the Black Leopard and her friend, but he was sure that would only be a matter of time. It seemed inconceivable that anyone could resist the power of Retinoff’s chip for long. A few seconds later something happned that seemed to prove his optimism correct.
“Found ‘em boss,” said one of Retinoff’s henchmen. He was breathing heavily as if he had been running. “But they’re not alone. Looks like some of their friends showed up including Zhuang.”
“Zhuang?” Retinoff asked. “That doesn’t make sense. Zhuang hates the Black Leopard. Why would he help her?” He frowned. “That bastard. He’s working with her to destroy me.”
Retinoff turned to the henchman. “How many men does Zhuang have with him?”
“I… I’m not sure the man stammered. Not very many, but he ambushed the men you sent after the Black Leopard. They’re all dead.”
Retinoff looked behind him. Most of his remaining men were with him. They should be enough to deal with Zhuang. “Come on,” he ordered. “It’s time to put and end to this.”
“Come on,” turned out to be a misleading use of words. Retinoff led his men from the rear. He and Moreau made sure that they were as far from the vanguard as possible as his force moved through the lower tunnels of his HQ. They moved cautiously, fearful of ambush, but they needn’t have worried. They came across Zhuang in one of the numerous side rooms. He was in no condition to cause problems for anyone.
Moreau’s blood ran cold as he looked at the Asian crimelord. Someone, in an impressive show of strength, had suspended him from the ceiling, after first stripping him naked. He dangled upside down, his ankles tied to some heavy overhead pipes. However, his ankles held only part of his enormous weight. Someone with cruel ingenuity had looped a rope around the base of his manhood, catching his phallus and testicles in a tight knot. Interestingly, his hands were not tied. Apparently whomever had placed the great bulk of the Chinese crimelord in his painful position had thought it would be amusing to let him attempt to save his manhood by allowing his hands to reach the floor. If the elephantine crime boss had not been so immensely obese, he would have been able to save himself. But all he could do was struggle helplessly as his immense weight overcame the strength in his arms and his gonads and manhood were stretched to the bursting point. He couldn’t even scream. The person or persons who had tied him had stuffed pieces of his robe into his mouth and used the same material to bind it in place. Zhuang rolled his eyes in fear as Retinoff and Moreau strode into the room.
Retinoff looked at his helpless rival. “It would be amusing to just leave him,” he said to Moreau, “but I am not that uncivilized.”
Moreau hid his smile. In the last few days Retinoff had aided in the rape and torture of several heroines and villainesses. To hear him speak of civilized behaviour was more than a little amusing, but he said nothing.
Retinoff walked to within five feet of Zhuang and wrinkled his nose in disgust. Zhuang stank of sweat and urine and possibly something else. Stepping back to a safe distance he stood with hands on hips and a sneer on his lips.
“Arrogant little bastard,” thought Moreau. “It’s almost embarrassing to have to work with him.”
“It would be exceedingly amusing,” Retinoff said, addressing Zhuang, “to just leave you there. But I believe you and I have a common enemy. Besides I cannot stand the thought of that bitch lording it over one of us.”
By “one of us,” Moreau supposed that Retinoff meant the members of the male crimelord community. For some reason, perhaps because of what the Black Leopard had done to him, Retinoff hated women, or at least seemed to from his treatment of them. Moreau reflected that his own treatment of the captured heroines had not been much kinder, but at least he was capable of normal sexual intercourse.
“Cut him down,” Retinoff ordered and stood back to give Zhuang’s mass of flab room to fall.
The oriental crimelord came down with a sodden thump. It sounded light several hundred pounds of lard being slapped against concrete. He lay gasping like a beached whale for almost a full minute before finally pulling the gag from his mouth. “What do you want with me?” he gasped. It was obvious from the way that he spoke that he was in incredible pain.
“Just a simple promise, my dear Zhuang,” Retinoff answered. “Agree to stop interfering with my operations and agree to pay me a monthly stipend and I will let you live. As you know I am not really interested in criminal operations for the sake of money. I need cash only for my experiments.”
“How much?” Zhuang moaned. He was in no position to haggle. Whatever Retinoff wanted he would have to agree to.
“I would say 25% of gross would be fair.”
Zhuang’s face paled, but he had no choice. “You will have it,” he gritted.
Retinoff’s pinched face creased in triumph. “Well,” he remarked. “At least one thing has turned out well.” And then Equi and Bovi charged into the room. The two monsters were angry, very angry.
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