The Adventures
of Autumn
Episode
3. The Return of Darkstorm
L’Espion
with Melissa Gallant
Email:
Lespion@msn.com
Chapter
1 Meadowlark
Janet Karlsen assumed her best heroine pose in front of her bedroom mirror. She was ready, she hoped. As long as she could remember she had wanted to be a superheroine. Now she would show the people of Grand Capital just what she could do.
“Yes,” she thought, “hands on hips with tits stuck out makes me look spectacular. I should strike real terror into any villains.” She shifted sideways eying her full, high breasts. The gossamer-thin, canary-yellow fabric of her costume allowed almost every detail of her anatomy to be seen. She pulled in her gut, not that she really needed to. The ability to perform four hundred sit-ups had given her a washboard stomach. She raised her arms, lifting her shoulder length dark hair over her head. She watched her breasts lift and nodded with satisfaction. She certainly looked like a heroine, now she just had to put her skills to the test.
She wondered a bit about her costume. It was a brilliant yellow, hardly the sort of outfit that blended well with the dark, but she could think of at least a dozen heroines who had outfits just as colourful. “Of course,” she mused, “those heroines all had superpowers while she had none, but then again Batgirl got along without them. If BG could do it then so could she.
She swirled her cape about her. It would help a little. On the outside it was the same colour as her costume, but on the other side it was ink black. If she reversed it she would disappear into the darkness. She checked her hi-tech watch. 2300 hours. It was time to go.
She exited her apartment by way of the balcony. It wouldn’t do for a superheroine to use the elevator. She dropped a long rope to the ground and rappelled quickly to the ground, congratulating herself on the fact that all those hours spent rock-climbing had finally paid off. Her car was where she had left it, parked in the shadow of the building where it blended into the shadows. The Isuzu Trooper wasn’t exactly heroine transport, but she couldn’t afford anything more high tech. Her slender legal secretary’s salary would only go so far.
“One of these days,” she mused she would be able to afford proper equipment. It was just a matter of getting her name into the media and taking advantage of the positive publicity. After all, wasn’t Autumn’s masked mug plastered on a half dozen different types of breakfast cereals?
However, she reminded herself, she wasn’t in it for the fame or money. It would be nice to be famous, but it was more important to help the weak and protect the innocent. All her life she had idolized the comic-book superheroines. The appearance of Autumn in the city had fired her imagination. She had devoted the last two of her twenty-one years to intensive training, using every available moment to hone her body into a fine tuned fighting instrument.
Now she just had to find some evil-doers. Fortunately, they seemed to be plentiful. In spite of numerous setbacks suffered at the hands of the city’s resident superheroine, Autumn, there always seemed to more to take the place of those who fell before the forces of justice.
She cruised into the low rent area of the city. She had the police band on her radio and listened in on the calls as they came in. It seemed to be a busy night. With any luck she might be able to make her mark the first time out.
“…robbery in
progress.
The radio crackled on again.
“Negative
on that last request. Autumn
has the situation well in hand.”
“Autumn,” thought Janet. That was exciting. Perhaps she would have a chance to see the premier superheroine in action. She eased up a bit on the gas pedal. It was no longer quite so urgent that she arrive at her intended destination.
It was well that she did. Otherwise she would not have spotted the gang of figures near the convenience store. It was a bunch of young men. They were innocent enough on first inspection, but Janet’s quick glance had detected something that did not seem quite right.
She slowed her vehicle and pulled over to the curb. She watched the group over her shoulder through the rear window. Now she saw what it was that had disturbed her. They were clustered about the front window screening it from any passerby. “Great,” she thought. “This looks like a job for Meadowlark.”
A few seconds later her suspicions were conformed when the door of the store burst open. Two young men ran out and joined the others on the sidewalk. Together they moved off down the block. Janet pulled a u-turn and prepared to tramp on the gas. Then a thought occurred to her. What if the owner of the store had been injured? Shouldn’t she tend to him first?
“Shit,” she muttered. She slammed on the brakes right outside the store and jumped from the car. Three strides took her to the door and into the store. Inside she came face to face with a short middle-aged oriental armed with a baseball bat.
The man lowered the bat. “Sorry,” he said, “Thought it was those young pricks coming back. Then he did a double-take. “Who the hell are you?” he exclaimed, raising the bat again.
“Not to worry,” Janet replied. “Meadowlark is on the job.” She spun on her heel and dashed back to the street, just in time to see her Isuzu disappearing into the darkness.
Open mouthed she stared in dismay as her car roared away. Behind her sounded the voice of the convenience store owner. “That your car?”
Janet turned; glad that her now crimson complexion could not be seen beneath her face mask. She nodded stupidly. “Left the keys in it I guess,” the convenience store owner continued.
Janet did not reply. Losing her car during her first patrol as a superheroine was too mortifying. Without another word she headed in the direction the car had gone, hoping somehow that it might still be in sight.
It wasn’t. Angrily she kicked
an empty beer can into the street.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she
muttered.
Ignoring the continued unhelpful comments of the convenience store owner she stalked down the street. She couldn’t think of anything else to do. She had not brought any money with her and had no way to get home other than hitching. She wondered what the chances were that a passing motorist would pick up a stranger wearing a canary yellow superheroine outfit.
It wasn’t until she had walked two blocks that the thought occurred to her that the neighbourhood she was in might not be exactly superheroine friendly. What tipped her off was the appearance in front of her of two of the young men who had robbed the convenience store.
“What have we got here?” sneered one of them. “You get lost on your way to a costume party?”
Janet took a step back. She had not expected this. In her imagination it had always been she that had surprised the thugs, not the other way around. It was then that she realized that there was also someone behind her. She shifted her stance slightly, suddenly distinctly afraid. She became considerably more afraid when she saw that she was completely surrounded. The entire gang of young men that had robbed the store had materialized out of the darkness.
“I think we got a superheroine wannabe,” said one of the other young hoodlums.
“Superheroine?” laughed one of the others. “What kind of powers you got, bitch?”
“The power to give me the biggest woody I’ve ever had,” said another.
Janet tried to think. This was what all of her training was for. There were seven of them, closing her in on all sides. In training she had never fought more than three opponents simultaneously, now she faced more than twice that number. Composing herself, she tried to brazen it out. “Surrender while you have the chance,” she said, forcing her voice to sound normal. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
She stepped back and placed her back against the wall. Adopting her hands on hips pose, she stuck out her chest. “Get on your knees boys and don’t make any sudden moves.”
The sticking out her chest part of her pose turned out to be a bad idea. “What a set of knockers!” exclaimed one of the thugs. “You can see her nipples right through the costume.”
Whatever impression she might have made seemed to disappear with that statement. “Let’s have a better look,” said the first man who had spoken. Almost as one every man moved toward her.
Janet exploded into action. At least “exploded” was the term that came into her mind. It didn’t quite work out the way that she intended. Her foot caught the first man well enough, driving into his midsection and folding him up like an accordion. It was her second attack that went wrong. She had not expected every man to pounce on her at once and as she spun to take out her next closest opponent, she was knocked off balance as a third man barreled into her. Then several pairs of hands reached for her at once, catching hold of her cloak and jerking her off her feet. Before she could get up her arms and legs were seized by several of her attackers.
It was at that point she panicked. All science went out of her resistance as she heaved her splendid body in a desperate effort to escape.
“Look at her fight!” exulted one of her assailants. “She’s like a wildcat.”
Janet twisted her body, using all of her strength to break free. She partly succeeded, but only because one of her boots came off in the hands of one of her captors. Her free foot slammed into the face of one of the men, but a second later another man recaptured it. Bucking wildly she fought desperately to regain her freedom, but there were simply too many men holding her. it was impossible to free herself from so may hands. And then they began to undress her.
Janet fought back a scream of pure terror as her costume was peeled from her body. She had expected nothing like this. Frantically she fought to break free, wrenching her arms and legs. For a second one arm came loose and she slammed her fist into the nose of one of the men holding her. He staggered back, but almost immediately her arm was recaptured.
“No! “she grunted as her costume was pulled over her right shoulder, exposing the upper curve of her breast. A hand slipped under the edge of the partially removed costume. It closed over the perfect globe of her breast. There was a ripping sound and a month of hard work at the sewing machine went all to hell as her costume came apart at the seams.
She stifled a scream. It was like some terrible nightmare where everything went wrong. The harder she fought the more exhausted she became and the more of her costume was removed. She was now naked to the waist, and her assailants’ hands moved brutally over her breasts, mauling and pinching the soft flesh.
“Damn,” exclaimed one of the men as her body was exposed. |”She may not be a superheroine, but she sure is built like one.”
Janet redoubled her efforts to escape. Fingers were now sliding into the waistband of her costume, pulling it over her hips. In a few seconds she would be completely nude. Her body was now wet with sweat. It was this that almost allowed her to break free. With a mighty lunge she jerked her legs free. It gave her one last chance to escape.
Kicking wildly, she knocked two of the thugs off their feet. As they fell she managed to get her right arm loose. For a second she thought she might have a chance and then one of the thugs punched her in the stomach.
The blow caught her unprepared, driving the air from her lungs and temporarily taking the fight out of her. Gasping for breath she was flipped over and her arms drawn behind her. Hanging face down in the arms of her captors she felt her wrists being crossed. She knew what was coming and strained to escape. Then despair replaced hope as her wrists were bound.
Janet wanted to weep as the bonds tightened around her wrists. She was being bound with strips of her own costume. Almost whimpering in fear and frustration she felt her ankles being lashed together. She was naked and helpless and completely at the mercy of her captors.
“Let’s take her back to the hideout,” suggested one of the men. “We can’t fuck her here. It’s too exposed. Besides, it will take all night for each of us to have a turn.”
There was a general murmur of agreement. Janet bowed her head in shame and humiliation. “Oh God,” she thought. “How could this happen? I’m the heroine. I can’t be captured so easily. First time out and I am tied up by a gang of low-lifes who couldn’t fight their way out of a paper bag. I’ve got to find a way to escape.”
Her mortification increased a few seconds later when she was tossed into the back seat of a car. It was her own vehicle. Bound hand and foot she could only lie helpless as she was driven off into the depths of the city.
She wasn’t sure where she was taken. A crude gag was stuffed into her mouth and she was blindfolded. Unable to cry out and ignorant of where she was being taken, she was forced to endure as the men guarding her amused themselves by fondling and exploring her body.
She winced as one of the men parted her labia and stuck several fingers into her vagina. Her entire body went rigid with fear. So this was what it was like to be captured. It was a feeling of complete hopelessness.
“Nice tight pussy,” one of the men commented. “She’s going to be a great fuck.”
“Yeah,” agreed another. Janet bit back a cry as both her breasts were squeezed. “What a set of tits. I could suck on these all night.”
“We’re about to get the chance,” a third voice said. “Here we are.”
Janet felt herself being picked up and carried from the car. Exhausted and frightened, she offered no resistance. She had a sense of being indoors and then a few seconds later her blindfold was removed.
Janet blinked stupidly in the light. She was in a well-furnished living quarters complete with a home entertainment unit and several couches and tables. She noted to her chagrin that one of the men was readying a video camera.
“This oughta be great,” the man with the camera said. “Our own superheroine fuck movie.”
The man that had first spoken to her, and who Janet now believed was the leader, removed her gag. “Got anything to say before we begin heroine?”
Janet swallowed, but somehow found her voice. “Let me go or you’ll regret you ever saw me. I’m a heroine; you can’t hope to get away with this.”
“Scary stuff,” the man replied. “I’m really worried. He began to unbuckle his belt.
Janet watched wide-eyed. She couldn’t hide her fear. Swallowing again she changed her tune. “Please don’t,” she whined. “Let me go and I won’t tell anyone.”
“Tell anyone?” the man chuckled, unzipping his fly. “Hell, I don’t care if you do. We’re going to film the whole damned thing. This video will be worth a small fortune. The more publicity the better.”
“No, you can’t,” Janet protested. The men holding her had moved her to a large table and the gang leader was untying her ankles.
“No please,” she pleaded as her legs were spread. It was unbelievably frightening. Her legs were spread wide, parting the lips of her vulva. The murmurs of appreciation as she was splayed were mortifying. She watched in terrified fascination as the gang leader opened his pants. He was a heavyset man, in his late twenties, and his engorged phallus was truly impressive.
“Take her Vic,” one of the men holding her legs said. “Make her scream.”
Janet panicked again as Vic moved between her
thighs. She was no virgin, but
rape was an unbelievably terrifying
experience. “No,” she
screamed. “No!
No!
NO!
Aggh!”
Vic’s penetration was hard, deep, and painful. He had not used any lubricant, possibly intentionally, and as he ripped into her, the pain was severe. She thrashed her body in a terrified frenzy as he drove deep into her and then began to pump slowly and steadily in and out of her.
Janet whimpered in agony, but did not repeat her first scream. She was supposed to be a heroine and heroines stood up to rape and torture. It was, however, one of the hardest things she had ever done. No words could truly describe the combination of pain, fear, and humiliation that swept over her as Vic had his way. Surrounded by grinning thugs, her body pinched and probed continuously while she was raped, she thought she might go mad. But somehow she endured, even when Vic finished and the eight other members of the gang took their turn.
How long the rape continued she had no idea. There was no clock in the room and it was windowless so she was unable to detect any change in the light. She only knew that several of the gang members raped her more than once. It seemed one never-ending nightmare, a nightmare that finally ended when the gang members themselves decided that they were too tired to continue.
“Later, babe,” Vic said as he finished her off. This was his third time, but he was every bit as energetic as the first two. Spurting into her he pulled out and carefully wiping off his dripping phallus ordered his men to lock her up.
“We don’t want you going anywhere,” he explained. “This was just for starters. He patted the camera. I think we got the start of a sexual epic here. First the rape scene, tomorrow something else.” He laughed as Janet was dragged from the table top. So sore that she walked bow-legged, she limped between the two men who held her as they hauled her away. Almost broken by the ordeal, Janet had to fight hard to keep from weeping. What more did her brutal captors have planned for her?
Alicia Parker turned off the lights of her police cruiser and ghosted the car down an alley. She had just received a report of some unusual activity in the north side industrial area. There was probably nothing to it. The report had been phoned in by a drunk who claimed that he heard a woman’s screams coming from the ventilation shaft in one of the warehouses. However, Alicia was not one to leave any report like that unchecked, not after what she had suffered at the hands of rapists.
She stopped the car and got out. This was the correct address, but she should wait. She had left her partner in the local donut shop. He had barricaded himself in the shop’s toilet after having one too many strawberries crullers. No one went in without backup; that was established procedure. She had radioed for help as soon as she had headed out, but she had been the first car on the scene. There was nothing to do but wait.
Five minutes later she swore out loud. “Where the hell was the backup?” She furrowed her attractive brow. This had better not be another joke. She was getting tired of the false alarms she had been sent on in the last few weeks. Police work was serious business. Unfortunately, she was working with a bunch of misogynist assholes who did not believe that women should do police work. The fact that she had a better “collar” record than any of them was blithely ignored.
“Fuckwits,” she said finally. She had been set up again. They knew her weakness. No doubt they were all back at the donut shop yucking it up.
“To hell with this shit,” she muttered. She’d check it out herself. Checking her sidearm to see that it slid freely, she headed for the back door of the warehouse.
To her surprise it was not locked. She pursed her lips. Maybe there was nothing to the story, but the warehouse should not be unlocked at this time of night. Stepping inside she found the light switch and turned it on. In front of her was row upon row of shelving stocked with various electronic goods.
“This is valuable stuff,” Alicia thought. Why was the warehouse not locked? She stepped further inside. Perhaps she would just check out one of the rows. She headed toward the back of the warehouse. She had taken only five steps when something heavy hit her on the back of the head.
She pitched forward onto the concrete floor. As she lay there, her senses fading she heard angry conversation.
“Nosy goddamned cop!”
“Not the cop’s fault you left the door unlocked you stupid bastard.”
Alicia moaned and tried to roll over. He head swam and her eyes refused to focus.
“What the hell!” a voice said. The cop’s a broad. Check out the tits on her!”
“Mmmm!” Alicia moaned. She tried to get up, realizing that if she let her assailants capture her she might be in for some familiar, but very unwelcome treatment.
“No you don’t bitch.” A heavy weight forced her to the floor and her arms were wrenched behind her back.
“Nooo!” she moaned. A sharp click told her that her own handcuffs had been used to lock her hands behind her back.
She fought back overwhelming terror. The position she was in was all too familiar. “Let me go, you bastards,” she gasped. “Don’t you know what you are doing? I’m an officer of the law.”
She was dragged to her feet. She could see that she had been captured by a couple of typical low-life thugs. They swaggered in front of her, arrogant now that they had her at their mercy.
“We know what you are, bitch,” one of the men answered. “We’re going to play a little game of cops and robbers.”
“Look,” Alicia said, trying to use reason, “you’re already in enough trouble just for striking a police officer and handcuffing me. Don’t make it worse on yourselves.”
“Oh, I don’t think we’re going to make it worse on ourselves, bitch. We’re going to make it worse on you.”
“Let me go. You’ll get at least ten years for this.”
“Ten years? Then we better get our money’s worth.”
The man who had first spoken had been doing all of the talking, now the second man chipped in. “She talks pretty good. Let’s put that pretty mouth to good use.” He unzipped his pants.
“Excellent thinking,” the first man replied. He forced Alicia to her knees.
The second man looked down at the helpless police officer. In the struggle her hat had been knocked off and the tight bun confining her hair had loosened allowing her platinum blonde hair to tumble to her shoulders. Her dark blue blouse was torn open revealing the upper curve of her breasts.
“I won’t do it,” Alicia said, her pretty mouth assuming a stubborn line.
“I think you will,” the second man replied. He pushed his fingers under her bra and twisted her nipples harshly.
Alicia gritted her teeth at the pain. “You do what I want or I rip these off,” the man threatened. He twisted them again for emphasis, sending sharp pains through her breasts.
Alicia stared at the man’s hardening phallus. Slowly and reluctantly she parted her lips. She had no choice. The two men would eventually force her to do what they wanted anyway. In the meantime help might arrive. Surely her partner had recovered by now and had phoned in an alert.
“That’s more like it, bitch.” The man seized her hair and pulled her toward him, using his now rigid member to part her lips.
For a brief instant Alicia considered biting off the tip of the man’s penis, but she put that thought out of her mind. She would only suffer violent retribution. She had been captured by criminals twice before and each time had suffered brutal physical and sexual torture. She had no illusions about being able to hold out. Her best response was to do as the two men ordered and hope that she might be saved in time.
“Mmmppph!” she murmured as the man held her head and pushed into the back of her throat.
“That’s it, bitch,” the man crowed. He began to move his hips, thrusting in and out of her mouth. Alicia almost gagged. The man was deep in her throat, cutting off her breathing. Struggling for air, she was helpless as the man satisfied himself and a few seconds later a second horror began.
Her eyes widened in fear as the hands of the other man began to undress her. He started with her blouse, popping open one button after the other until her shirt hung open. Then his hands went to her breasts. Gripping the elastic fabric of her bra he stretched it until it ripped, allowing her pink-tipped breasts to fall free. His hands closed over them, massaging them cruelly.
“What a set of tits,” the man grunted. His hands crushed the soft, firm flesh, letting it bulge out between his fingers.
“Mmmmppph!” Alicia grunted. She tried to pull back, but the man raping her mouth held her head while the other man continued to brutalize her breasts.
“Like that do you, bitch?” her brutal assailant crowed, deliberately misinterpreting her efforts to get away. He released her breasts, and moved his hands lower. Alicia felt a dread fear creep through her as he began to unbuckle her belt. She tried to move away from the man holding her head, but he simply gripped her hair tighter.
Item by item she was gradually undressed. By the time the man thrusting into her mouth had satisfied himself she had been stripped down to her panties and the remnants of her blouse, which had been peeled back over her shoulders and arms.
“Enough cocksucking,” the second man said. “I want some pussy.”
With a grunt the man in her mouth released his seed into her. “Swallow it, copper,” he ordered. “That’s it,” he gloated, “take all of it.”
Semen ran from the corner of her mouth as Alicia swallowed. She had been completely humiliated, but she knew that things were about to get worse. The man who had undressed her dragged her to her feet. While she struggled fruitlessly to escape he marched her over to a packing case and bent her over.
“Please,” Alicia begged. “Don’t do this. Rape will get you twenty years.”
The man holding her down merely laughed.
“Fuck time, bitch,” he
chuckled. Moving forward, he
pushed his swollen member into Alicia’s inviting gates of
pleasure.
Alicia gasped at the painful violation. The man raping her was a brute using neither gentleness nor finesse. He simply hammered straight into her, viciously invading her delicate interior. “Oh god,” she moaned as he grabbed her elbows and pulled her straight back penetrating her to the full length of his shaft. She fought to escape, twisting and writhing as he punished her.
“Oh yeah!” Exclaimed her violator as he arched his back and forced his way to as deep as he could into her. “You’re really going to enjoy this, Phil. She's clamping my cock like a vise.”
At that moment a voice boomed from out of the darkness. “What the fuck is going on here?”
The man raping Alicia suddenly let her go. He pulled out and turned in the direction of the speaker his dripping penis bobbing in front of him. “Just having a little fun, Vic,” he answered.
“Having a little fun?” Vic asked. “You and Phil are supposed to be watching this end of the warehouse not fucking some whore.”
“Uhh…, she’s not a whore, boss,” Phil stammered.
“What the fuck! You’re screwing a cop!” Vic’s voice reflected incredulity and rage.
“We caught her sneaking around. Thought we’d teach her a lesson.”
“Teach her a lesson? Are you two nuts? She’s a cop. She’ll have backup. Did you check to see if she’s got a car or if her partner is around somewhere? And how did she get in here anyway?”
“Well,” Phil said hesitantly, “Joe forgot to lock the door. I guess she just sort of walked in.”
At that point Vic seemed to explode. Turning on Joe he felled him with a single punch and then before Phil could get out of range kicked him between the legs. “Stupid bastards,” he growled. He turned to another one of the gang who had come up behind him. “See if you can find her car and put it in the garage. If we’re lucky she might not have any partner.”
Vic then turned to Alicia. Turning her over, he pushed her flat onto the packing case, his hand on her throat. “I see they’re making cops more attractive these days.” His eyes swept over her luscious body. “Hmm, I think those two idiots might have had a good idea.”
He eased his grip on her throat. Alicia gasped, sucking in air. “Now, honey. I want some answers. If I think for an instant you’re lying I’ll break your pretty neck.” He closed his hand on Alicia’s throat and gave her a shake to emphasize his threat.
“Now,” Vic continued. “Where is your partner?”
Alicia tried to think of a plausible lie, but couldn’t come up with one. If she told the truth her captors would know that she had stupidly come alone. If she lied then Vic would ask her where her partner was. “I…I came alone,” she said finally.
At that point one of the men who had gone to look for her car returned. “Found it, boss,” he said. “Smithson is driving it to the garage. No sign of backup.”
“That’s good news for you,” Vic said to Alicia. “At least I won’t have to kill you right away.” He dragged her off the table and motioned to two of his men. Put her with the heroine. We’ll deal with her later.”
Two thugs escorted Alicia through the warehouse, one handling each of her arms. Neither their commentary nor their groping was at all pleasant.
“Nice set of hooters,” said the man on her right. He punctuated his comment by grabbing her right breast and squeezing it painfully.
Alicia twisted in his grasp, only to wince in pain as the other thug twisted her left nipple. “I’m looking forward to chewing on these,” he drooled. “Hope she’s as tight a fuck as the heroine.”
“Heroine?” though Alicia. That was the second reference to a heroine. It appeared that these thugs had somehow managed to score a superheroine. It gave Alicia an added incentive to escape. The trick was to find a way to break free while she was still handcuffed.
The two thugs dragged her around a corner. It gave Alicia the chance she needed, moving her out of sight of the others, and causing one of her escorts to loosen his grip slightly. Although her wrists were cuffed, her legs were free, and she hadn’t spent two hours a night training in martial arts without learning something. She shifted her weight slightly, moving closer to the man on her right and jammed her foot into the knee of the man on her left. With a howl he collapsed, clutching at his knee and releasing his grip on her. Alicia pivoted and drove her knee into the groin of the man on her right, causing him to scream in agony. Free, she ran down the row of shelves seeking a way out. After her came the sound of pursuit as members of the gang ran toward the sound of the men she had disabled. She had only a few moments to escape before they caught up with her, but which way should she run?
Ideally she should have headed back the way she had entered the warehouse, but that way was blocked by other members other gang. With no better plan, she headed deeper into the warehouse. It turned out to be a dead end. She had hardly gone more than twenty more steps before she ran into the thug she knew as the boss. Still handcuffed, she tried to back away, her feet ready to defend herself, but she was wasting her time. The man facing her pulled out a small black device. Alicia recognized it at once, but was helpless to stop the Taser from taking her down.
The jolt of electricity almost knocked her unconscious. She was barely aware of being dragged to her feet as the rest of the thugs caught up with her.
“Fucking bitch,” a voice swore. “She needs to be taught a lesson.”
“I agree,” Vic said. “We’ll take her to the heroine after we’ve had a bit more fun with her. Bring her into the main room.”
Alicia stumbled forward as she was pushed. He head had cleared enough to realize that she faced a gang rape at the very least. Fear gripped her, twisting her guts into knots. She was so frightened she wanted to scream in terror, but she kept her cool. Breaking down in front of her captors would not help her to escape. She needed to remain calm and wait for an opportunity. She tried once more to talk her way out of her predicament.
“You are fools,” she said. “Don’t you know that a missing officer attracts the attention of the entire police force? You’re just guaranteeing that you’ll be caught.”
“And letting you go will be that much better?” Vic retorted. “Don’t take me for a fool. You’re not going anywhere and as long as you’re here we’re going to have some fun with you.”
Alicia was pushed into a large room. In it were more than a dozen thugs. Their faces brightened in vile anticipation as they saw her. “Another piece of tit,” one of the men said. “It seems to be raining cunt tonight.”
Alicia was too frightened to reply.
The men closed about her and she panicked, kicking wildly as they
lifted her onto the tabletop. Her
breath came in harsh gasps as her arms were drawn over her head and her legs
were spread wide. Unable to contain
her fear she screamed.
“No!
Nooo! Please
Noooohh!”
She was surrounded by a sea of male flesh. Hands fondled and probed at every inch of her naked body. And then the first man took her. Already sore from what the first man had done to her, the second rape was both painful and terrifying. She screamed again her voice breaking into a despairing sob and then suddenly her assailant was gone and another sound filled the air.
“What the hell!”
“Get her.”
“Fuck, it’s Autumn!”
Mingled with the shouts of alarm were crashing sounds and then screams or rage and fear. The men surrounding her were thrown aside like tenpins allowing Alicia to spot the blur of a familiar black and gold costume. The heroine moved with blinding speed, tearing into the assembled thugs with savage ferocity. Bodies hurtled in every direction. Autumn was not known for her finesse when it came to handling rapists. She had been a victim too many times herself to show any mercy toward any man who raised his hand against a woman. In less than a minute not a man remained standing, their broken bodies littering the room.
Alicia rolled off the tabletop, ashamed at her own fear. As if reading her thoughts Autumn spoke. “Good thing you made all that noise. I wasn’t quite sure where you were. I picked up the call on the police radio, but it only had a general description of where you might be.”
“There’s another girl,” Alicia gasped. She felt better about her screams, realizing that they had probably saved her from a brutal gang rape and probably even death.
“Don’t worry, I’ll find her.” Autumn said, adjusting
the sunglasses she always wore.
They helped to disguise her attractive features, allowing Katie Jones,
her alter-ego to have a little privacy when she was not playing the part
of crimefighting superheroine.
Alicia was the only one who knew who Katie really was, a consequence
of having grown up as Katie’s best friend and having shared some of
her adventures.
Autumn picked up one of the groaning thugs she had hurled across the room. “Where’s the other girl?” she demanded, holding him at arm’s length.
The man looked at her stupidly, his mind seemingly still befuddled from the impact his head had made with the wall. Autumn ripped down his pants and seized the man’s genitals. “I asked you a question, asshole,” she said as she closed her hand over his testicles.
The man screamed in agony. “If you don’t want jelly between your legs you better find your voice fast, you prick.”
“She’s down the hall,” the man moaned. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“Show me,” Autumn demanded, setting him on his feet.
Holding his bruised private parts the man staggered toward the door. Autumn hadn’t used it when she entered the room, a gaping hole in the ceiling showed just how she had entered. The thug led her down a dark corridor, moving as fast as his injured gonads would allow. Autumn followed with Alicia right behind. The police woman had managed to find a few shreds of her uniform and pull them on. It didn’t cover her entirely, but it was better than nothing.
The corridor opened to a larger area of the warehouse. Set into one wall were several doors and standing in front of them were several men. Alicia recognized the gang leader as one of them. He was grinning confidently as the heroine confronted him. In front of him on her knees was the helpless form of a young woman. Her body was covered with bruises, scratches, and bite marks, especially in the region of her breasts and groin.
Autumn felt a burning rage, but she did not immediately launch an attack. Experience had taught her that rushing toward a grinning villain was not always a good idea. Her eyes swept the room searching for a trap, but other than the five men in the room she detected nothing.
“So,” Vic sneered. “The famous Autumn come to join the party. I’m going to enjoy fucking your tight heroine cunt.” As he finished speaking he pulled out a small electronic device from behind his back.
Autumn surveyed the device. It was about the size of a TV remote control and not any more dangerous looking, but she knew what it was. Her eyes widened slightly, but she made no other move.
“You know what this is don’t you super slut?” Vic jeered. “It’s a portable field generator. It’ll fuck up your powers and render you helpless. His annoying smile widened. I’m going to fuck up your powers and then I’m going to fuck you until you bleed.” He pushed the button.
This time it was Autumn who smiled. She had not been entirely sure that the electronic counter she was wearing around her waist would work. She had been assured that it would, but she knew that there was often a gap between theory and application. She hid her sense of relief as she realized that she still possessed all of her powers. “Vic Barone,” she said slowly. “I’ve been looking forward to catching up with you. Now I’m going to give you something to remember me by.” Vic’s cry of surprise was replaced by one of sheer terror as she vaulted across the room. As few seconds later he screamed even louder.
Autumn helped the girl dress. “I’ll look after her,” she said to Alicia. “It might be better if she doesn’t receive too much publicity. You explain things to the police and try to keep her out of it.”
Alicia nodded. She had learned that the girl was Janet Karlsen, a heroine wannabe. The girl had learned the hard way that fighting real criminals was a lot tougher than it was in `the comics. Autumn would take her home and keep her humiliation from reaching the media while Alicia dealt with the authorities. As Autumn helped Janet out of the room Alicia strapped on her side arm. She had retrieved all of her personal possessions from where they had been stripped from her. Now she just had to find a convincing story to explain what had happened to Vic and the others.
Dealing with the disappearance of the girl would not be too
difficult. Autumn had a way of
doing her own thing. The hard
part would be explaining how Vic had gotten an electronic device shoved up
his ass. She
grinned. Some proctologist was
going to have a most interesting session.
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