The Adventures of the Jade
Dragon
Episode 7
Chapter 17
Kyla Takes a Tumble
The Blue Avenger moved
silently through the park-like setting outside Zhuang’s
headquarters. It was an impressive
building. At one time it had
been a public library, but a lack of funding had forced the city to close
it down. Zhuang had decided it
would make a perfect residence for him and his
gang. It gave him a certain aura
of respectability he thought. Kyla
had no need for the concealment the shrubbery
offered. She had completely clouded
the minds of all the guards. Now
she was just trying to work her way past the other detection devices the
crimelord had installed.
Fortunately, he did not have Retinoff’s genius for
electronics. All of the alarms
were relatively simple and she disabled or avoided them one by
one. However, there was one security
device she could not disable.
Guards patrolled the grounds accompanied by the traditional Chinese
guard dog, the chow. If they
caught her scent it was very likely Zhuang would be
alerted. She would just have
to make her way past them and try to keep downwind of their keen
noses. By a circuitous route
she worked her way toward the building.
It was fortunate for her that the guards seemed to have developed
a predictable patrol pattern. It
enabled her to eventually reach the wall of Zhuang’s
HQ.
The sculpted stonework made a perfect ladder up the side of the
building. Kyla blessed her early
training as a gymnast and the hard workouts she had undertaken since meeting
the Jade Dragon as she scaled the
building. Reaching a second floor
balcony she swung onto it. Before
her was a set of double doors.
Cautiously she checked the latch.
To her surprise it was unlocked.
She hesitated. This was
a bit too easy, and too easy often meant a
trap. She had been caught before
when the way seemed a little too easy.
Perhaps it would be better if she looked for a different way
in. On the other hand, if Sun
Lin and Melissa were prisoners in Zhuang’s dungeon any delay might be
fatal. She had to find them as
quickly as possible. She decided
to take the risk. Her hand closed
on the latch.
Jocko Packer watched the door to the
balcony. Someone or something
had tripped the alarm. He had
been assigned the watch on the balcony door and had been sitting in the complete
tedium that came with such a job.
Then the alarm bell had sounded.
It meant that someone was on the balcony, but it was someone he could
not see. Was it the invisible
bitch? He had been especially
warned about her. If it was she
was in for a shock, literally. He
moved his hand to the switch. A
second tinkle of the bell would mean that someone had touched the door
handle. He waited, holding his
breath.
“She’s a pretty thing,” thought Packer, as he lifted the limp
form of the Blue Avenger. The
woman was tall, about five-foot-nine with a supple
body. Her breasts were small,
but seemed well formed beneath the skin tight silk that covered her from
head to her black leather boots. He
could clearly see the outline of her nipples beneath the thin
fabric. Jet black hair trailed
from under her cowl and a succulent pair of lips begged to be
kissed. He held her easily in
his arms and watched the slow rise and fall of her
chest. He felt his manhood
stirring.
“Why
not? He thought.
She was unconscious, but that would probably not last
long. He was supposed to take
her to Chen or Zhuang, but they were busy at the moment with the Black
Leopard. He set her down, and
rolling her onto her belly, he pulled her arms behind
her. He secured her wrists with
a length of cord. Rope was not
as secure as handcuffs, but Packer preferred
it. It chaffed much more than
smooth steel and when pulled tightly as he was doing now, cut into the soft
flesh of the victim. Also, it
seemed fitting, as he had found the length of rope in her utility
belt. No doubt she used it for
climbing or some other such activity.
The Blue Avenger stirred
slightly and gave a soft moan. He
couldn’t resist. This time
he would be the first to fuck a
superheroine. Securing her legs
at the ankles, he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her into a side
room. Closing the door he placed
her on a couch. The room was
one of many scattered about Zhuang’s HQ that contained a few pieces
of furniture for occasional use. It
was as good a place as any to have the heroine to
himself.
He had best gag her first. She
was bound to make a bit of a fuss when he fucked
her. Heroines were like that,
or so he had heard. Their virtue
was more important to them than anything
else. He cut the remaining rope
into several pieces and braided them loosely
together. Then, removing her
cowl and mask, he tied the makeshift gag over her
mouth. She would still be able
to make some noise, but it wouldn’t be very
loud. It would be nice to hear
her grunt with pain when he forced himself into her tight
cunt. And he had no doubt that
it would be very tight. She was
a superheroine wasn’t she?
The Blue Avenger’s eyes fluttered open just as he finished gagging
her. He was gratified to see
them go wide with fear.
“Welcome back, babe,” he
said. “You’re just
in time to provide me with an hour or so of
entertainment.” As he spoke
he removed her utility belt and then rolled her over
again. He pulled off each of
her gloves and then unzipped the back of her
costume. The zipper went all
the way to the base of her spine.
Undressing her was going to be easy, but he didn’t want to do
it too quickly. He wanted to
watch her face as he removed her costume bit by
bit. First, however, he tugged
off each of her boots and followed with her socks.
He decided to tease her a bit by removing his own clothing
first. His shirt went first and
then he unbuckled his belt and let his pants
drop. All the while he kept his
eyes on his captive, gauging her
reaction.
Kyla struggled to escape the ropes that held her wrists and ankles, but the
big man who had captured her and who had tied her up had done a very good
job. She could feel a little
bit of give but not enough to get loose
quickly. When she had recovered
her senses she had already been unmasked and
gagged. The ropes that kept her
from calling for help cut cruelly into her mouth, forcing her jaws
apart. He captor had unzipped
the back of her costume. It would
not take much to remove the rest of it.
She watched in fascination and horror as he slowly removed his
clothing. Soon he was down to
just his shorts. He didn’t
need to remove them to show that he was fully
aroused. A massive bulge distorted
the front of his boxers. To her
relief, he left his shorts on, but then turned his attention back to
her.
“You are gorgeous, babe,” he
said. “I wonder what your
real name is. Give me enough
time and I’ll find out. Right
now, however, I just want to see what is under the rest of that
outfit.” He was holding
a penknife in his right hand. He
slipped it under the cuff of her right ankle and sliced upward through the
tight-fitting silk, slitting her costume all the way the
waist. Then he ran the knife
from there to the zipper at the back, parting her costume in the
middle. He repeated the procedure
with her right arm, cutting through the cloth from wrist to her
neck. The costume peeled away
from her body revealing all of its glorious
nakedness. It took only a few
other slashes of the knife to cut through the other side, allowing her captor
to remove all of her clothing. Only
her light blue bra and panties now provided her any
privacy.
Sweat beaded Kyla’s forehead as Packer ran his hands over her
body. He gave an exclamation
of approval as he caressed her satin
skin. She took slow deep breaths,
fighting for self control as his caresses became ever more
intimate. His right hand had
now slipped under the waistband of her
panties. She could not stop herself
from squirming as his hand cupped her mound of Venus, and she gasped audibly
when he inserted his middle fingers between the folds of flesh that hid her
well of pleasure.
“Like that don’t you babe?” said Packer, commenting on her
restrained reaction. She was
now breathing hard in fear, her eyes wide and staring as he moved his hands
all over her. His fingers settled
on her lace-covered breasts. Slowly
he moved the material aside and ran his fingers over the erect
nipples. Her breasts were small,
but firm and her pink nipples taut and
inviting. Lowering his head,
he took the left nipple in his mouth and teased it with his tongue and
teeth. The involuntary arching
of his victim’s back told him of her fear and
discomfort. Lowering his head
to her chest he listened to her
heartbeat. The rhythmic pounding
of her heart sounded like a triphammer.
Outwardly she might appear calm, but inside she was as terrified as
every woman he had violated.
Packer had assessed Kyla correctly.
In spite of herself, she could not stop her body from trembling as
the last of her clothing was removed.
She knew that she was now only a few seconds away from being
raped. He took off her brassiere
first, using his powerful hands to snap the straps and then he did the same
with her panties, ripping the delicate fabric
apart. She tensed her thigh muscles,
intending to hold her legs together, although that had never saved her in
the past. It was always easier
for a man to spread her than it was to keep her legs together, but she could
not just submit without a fight.
Her assailant was now fumbling with the ropes that bound her
ankles. Once they were untied
he would spread her and then…
He readied herself. Her
legs were powerful weapons. If
her captor was careless she might be able to catch him off
guard. A kick to the head might
disable him, and allow her to escape.
Her hopes died when he rolled her onto her
stomach. In this position she
was helpless. She felt the ropes
about her ankles disappear, but then her captor took her right leg and bent
it up against her thigh, where he lashed it
tight. She could still kick with
her left leg, but it was unlikely that she would be able to get much force
into the kick. He rolled her
over, and stood looking at her, a gloating smile on his
face. He had her, and he knew
it.
The helpless woman gazed back at him.
Her large brown eyes were wide and
staring. Sweat beaded her body,
both from the exertion of trying to escape and the fear of her
predicament. Her chest rose and
fell rapidly, emphasizing the perfection of her
pink-nippled
breasts. His eyes traveled the
length of her body, marveling at the smoothness of her skin, the length of
her long beautiful legs, the roundness of her thighs, the narrowness of her
hips, and the flare of her hips. He
could hardly believe his good fortune.
He was about to fuck a goddess.
“Enough foreplay, babe,” said
Packer. “It’s time
for the real thing.”
Kyla struggled as he started to part her thighs, resisting with all her
strength. Her assailant
laughed. He was enjoying her
struggles, but she had to try. She
couldn’t just let him have her without offering any
resistance. And then her legs
were spread wide and he was in between
them. He pulled down his shorts
revealing his rigid member. It
was as ugly a phallus as Kyla could remember
seeing. It was fully ten inches
long, and curved upward like a sabre.
At its base it was as thick as her
wrist. Since the man had made
no attempt to stimulate her vaginal juices or provide any artificial lubricant
Kyla’s love canal was dry. She
prepared herself for the brutal stab of pain she knew would come when he
entered her.
Packer caught her look of terror as her revealed his
manhood. It often had that effect
on women. He
grinned. “Now you know,
babe. The
don’t call me Packer for nothing.”
Kyla clenched her vaginal muscles.
Maybe she could lock out that horrible thing between his
legs. It was a desperate action,
but she had run out of options. She
gasped as the huge member caressed her vulva.
Packer took his time. His probing
finger had revealed that his victim was dry and
tight. He intended to hurt her,
but he would take her slowly and savor every
second. His penis parted her
vulva and then slid slowly deeper.
Kyla moaned in fear. Her writhing
body was covered in sweat, and her orange sized breasts quivered excitedly
as she struggled to escape. Packer
took her nipples between his fingers as pinched
hard. A whimper of pain reworded
his efforts, and he lowered his head and bit
down.
Kyla’s body jerked as her breasts were
savaged. It was always frightening,
the pain amplified by the fear that he might bite her nipple
off. And then the rapist turned
his attention to her treasure chest
again.
Packer thrust hard. She was very
tight. It was like trying to
screw a virgin, although he understood that she wasn’t
one. He had no way of knowing
that Nova’s ability to heal returned her virginity every time she lost
it. She grunted in pain as her
broke through her defences, impaling her
deeply. As she groaned in agony,
he began a slow steady pounding, driving into her as if he were hammering
in a tent peg. Kyla screamed,
but the gag allowed only a muffled complaint as her humiliation
continued. Again and again he
thrust into her, bloodying her vagina.
Blood ran between her legs, staining the cushions of the couch, but
there was no letup. Instead,
Kyla’s muffled howls and the sight of her blood seemed to arouse her
assailant even more. The rape
became frenzied as Packer reached his
climax. Grunting in pleasure,
he finally ejaculated into his victim, collapsing on her in
exhaustion.
Packer lay on top of the Blue Avenger for several minutes before finally
forcing himself to his feet. He
dressed slowly, watching the beaten heroine as she lay on the couch, fighting
back tears of shame and despair.
“Hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, babe,” he
said. “There’s plenty
more to come.” He finished
dressing, and then untying Kyla’s right leg, he fashioned a tether between
her ankles and pushed her out into the
hallway. He noted with satisfaction
that the once mighty heroine was now walking
bowlegged. He
grinned. By the time the boys
in the guardroom got through with her she’d be lucky if she could walk
at all.
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