The Adventures of the Jade
Dragon
Episode 7
Chapter 20
Heroine Disaster
“You’re not keeping
me out of this,” Suzi said.
“I’m fine now, thanks to you.”
“I think you need a little more rest,” Natassia
replied. “You were pretty
badly injured and the healing takes quite a bit out of you."
“I feel fine, and I’m going.
You will probably need all the help you can
get. Besides, If Zhuang has caught
Kyla…” Suzi left the
rest of her sentence unspoken. Both
she and Natassia knew what happened to captured
heroines. Neither she nor Natassia
had been at home when Kyla had phoned in.
The call had been taken by one of Zhou Jin’s
servants. Zhou Jin was the elderly,
martial arts master who had tutored the Jade Dragon in the mysterious arts
of the orient and who had allowed her to use his home as a training base
and headquarters for
Neither of the heroines was sure what had happened to
Kyla. They only knew that she
had not called back. They hoped
for the best, but anticipated the worst.
Breaking into Zhuang’s fortress headquarters was a daunting task
for a single heroine. There was
every chance she had been detected and
captured.
“Three heroines gone,” thought
Natassia. “Now it’s
just up to me and Suzi. And we
will have to move fast.”
Moving to the door she waited for the Scarlet
Falcon. “Alright let’s
go then. But we should split
up. I have a
plan. Here’s what we’ll
do…”
Suzi waited in the park outside Zhuang’s
headquarters. Nova’s plan
was simple. Suzi was to create
a diversion on her side of the building and the other heroine would try to
sneak in during the confusion. Nova
was the logical choice to try to infiltrate Zhuang’s defences because
of her greater strength and speed.
Suzi was the best choice for a distraction because her numerous
pyrotechnic gadgets were perfect for that
purpose.
Suzi looked for the best place to launch her
diversion. She was concealed
(she hoped) in a grove of trees about a hundred yards from Zhuang’s
HQ. She had set up her launch
apparatus on the ground and waited until the agreed upon
time. Nova wanted to move against
Zhuang at night. Even though
that meant waiting a few hours, it was better to take advantage of darkness
rather than risk being captured.
She checked her watch.
Thirty seconds to go. She
set the first explosive device in place.
Her launch apparatus was quite simple, consisting of a small ramp and a powerful
elastic band to propel her explosives in an arc over Zhuang’s
HQ. The gadget was really nothing
more than a glorified slingshot, although perhaps a bit more
accurate.
It was time. She hit the release
lever and watched her first small bomb fly off into the
darkness. The bomb was a simple
contact device. It would arc
over the roof and then drop, exploding when it
hit. The explosion wouldn’t
do much damage, but like a lot of Suzi’s gimmicks, it would make a lot
of noise. The aim was to create
confusion rather than a lot of
destruction. After all her companions
were most likely prisoners inside the building.
Before the first bomb had even exploded she was launching the second
one. She changed the angle a
little. The idea was to create
a chain of explosions across the rooftop, simulating a major attack on
Zhuang’s headquarters.
Boom!
The first bomb hit.
Boom! That was the
second. Then there was a whole
string of explosions as bomb after bomb marched across the
rooftop. “That should get
their attention,” Suzi thought.
“Now to bring them to my side of the
building.”
She changed the angle of her launcher again; this time angling it so that
the bombs would be hurled against the side of the
building. With a little luck
and some good aiming, she might even be able to hit one or two of the
windows.
Nova waited until the second series of explosions
began. The plan was to pull most
of Zhuang’s guards and all of his attention away from the side Nova
was on. “One, two, three,
four, five,” Nova counted.
Five
explosions. She burst
from her hiding place and charged toward the
building.
She was just a blur as she crossed the open space between the trees and
Zhuang’s headquarters. The
Dragon’s
Eye gave her tremendous strength and
speed. It would have taken a
keen eye to spot her in the uncertain light and shadows outside Zhuang’s
HQ. Within seconds she was outside
the lower windows of the building.
These were heavily barred, but it took Nova only a few seconds to
rip the steel bars out of their sockets and create an opening large enough
for her to squeeze through.
Nova hoped that the noise she had made breaking in would not be noticed in
the din that Suzi was creating on the other side of the
building. She was quite capable
of handling over a dozen men with ease, but Zhuang had many more than that
at his disposal, and most of them were
armed. She might be very powerful,
but she was not bullet-proof.
She found herself in a dark corridor; the only light trickled in through
the shattered bars of the window she had forced her way
through. She moved slowly through
the darkness. A faint light glimmered
ahead. She pushed on and saw
that the glow came from the crack under a
door. She tested the
lock. There was no point in smashing
the door down if she could just walk through
it. The doorknob resisted her
efforts to turn it. She tightened
her grip and twisted hard. There
was a sharp snap and the door opened.
She found herself in a long concrete
corridor. She didn’t like
this. Thick concrete could resist
even her great strength. However,
there was promise in the location.
If Zhuang was holding the Jade Dragon and Scorpion prisoner it was
most likely that the prison cells would be on this level or perhaps one
lower. Quickly she moved down
the corridor toward the center of the
building.
Another door barred her way. This
one was much more impressive than the
first. It was made of solid steel
and there was no door handle, only a
lock. She stopped to consider
for a second. And then, throwing
caution to the winds, she drove her foot into the centre of the
door. With a crash of rending
metal the door flew away from her, bouncing into the room on the other
side. Without waiting for the
door to stop moving Nova followed it into the
room. Three stunned guards watched
her enter, their eyes wide with surprise and then
fear. Before they could move
Nova was on them.
She did not strike hard enough to kill.
Even though these men were her deadly enemies her superheroine conscience
would not let her use deadly force against them when she did not have
to. The three men had no chance
to defend themselves. The speed
of the heroine was such that all three of them were down before any of them
had even made a move toward the guns they
carried.
Nova left them where they fell. She
had hit each of them hard enough that they were unlikely to wake up for some
time, and by then she hoped that her mission would be
finished. A quick glance around
the room had shown her that it was of no
importance. On the far side of
the room another steel door led to somewhere else in the building, but it
was a stairwell that caught her
attention. It led to a lower
floor. Perhaps the cellblock
would be there. The three goons
she had taken out must have been guarding
something. Ruefully she realized
she should have kept one of them conscious so she could question
him. Of course, she could always
heal him but it seemed like such a waste of resources to knock someone
unconscious and then use her powers to revive,
him. With a sigh she started
down the stairwell.
She was in another concrete corridor but this one was blocked with a barred
gate. The cellblock
at last. With a feeling
of immense relief mixed with trepidation Nova moved to the cellblock
door. It took her only seconds
to wrench it off its hinges. And
then she was into the room on the other
side. It exploded around her
like a hornets’ nest.
Suzi shifted the position of her
launcher. Just a few more rounds
and then she would be on her way.
Her position would not go undetected
forever. She was alerted just
in time by the sound of a small stick breaking behind
her. She moved to one side as
a club swished by her ear. If
it had struck her even the steel mesh sewn into her cowl would not have saved
her. It caught
her a glancing blow on her right
shoulder. Scintillating pain
shot through her arm. She knew
immediately that she had been injured
badly. Her arm went completely
numb. But she was not
finished. She rolled to one side,
and leaped to her feet.
She was facing a half dozen
men. They had found her more
quickly than she had anticipated, and now she would have to fight to
survive. None of those facing
her had drawn any guns. She was
grateful for that, but it also meant that they had orders to take her alive,
and she knew what happened to heroines who were
captured.
She had time only for those few thoughts.
Then the first man launched himself at
her. She was injured, but she
still had her wits and training.
She evaded the first man with ease, stepping to one side and rapping
him smartly in the ribs with her left hand as he went by.
If she had been able to use her
right arm a combination of blows would have put him out of commission, but
her arm hung uselessly at her side.
The injury annoyed her. It
was very much like what had happened to her on the
waterfront. Being partially disabled
was getting to be an irritating habit.
And then the second and third man were upon
her. This time she used her legs,
stopping one attacker in his tracks by driving the ball of her foot into
his midsection. She pivoted quickly,
dodging a blow from the next man and kicking high to his
head. The thug went down like
a sack of bricks, but the other three were closing
fast. Suzi backed away trying
to give herself room, but she was tripped up the first man she had
downed. Her punch to the ribs
had hurt him but had not been enough to take him
out. She reached up from the
ground and grabbed her ankle, throwing her off
balance. She never got a chance
to recover. The remaining three
thugs thundered into her.
One hit her in the middle in a flying
tackle. A second grabbed her
about the neck, tearing off her cowl and allowing her long honey gold mane
to swirl free. The third grabbed
her legs as she went down.
Suzi was a big girl, standing almost six feet tall and weighing a solid 135
pounds, but she was overwhelmed by the weight of three large
men. Within seconds the first
man she had knocked down joined the fray.
In short order they seized hold of her arms and legs, pinning her
to the ground.
She fought wildly using every weapon at her disposal, but there were simply
too many for her. Perhaps if
her right arm had been functional she might have fought
free. But with one arm crippled
and the weight of four men leaning on her she had no
chance. That did not stop her
from trying, however. She convulsed
and twisted her powerful body heaving against the arms that restrained
her.
The four men let her struggle. The
writhing of the Scarlet Falcon’s body was incredibly erotic and they
drank in the sight of the thrashing heroine while waiting for the other two
men to recover.
“Get a load of the tits on this babe,” said one of
them. “They can’t be
real.”
“I think they are Hank, and we’re sure gonna find out in a few
secs. God, look at ‘em
bounce. Looks
like she’s got a couple of watermelons under that
outfit.”
Suzi ignored the crude commentary on her
anatomy. Her costume was soaked
with her own sweat and her injured shoulder now hurt like
hell. Her struggles were quickly
tiring her. Soon she would be
too exhausted to escape and then her attackers would be able to do anything
they wanted with her. She heaved
her body in one last spasm, but succeeded only in draining the last of her
energy from her body. She was
helpless as the remaining two men joined the four who held
her.
“Fucking bitch,” swore the man she had kicked in the solar
plexus. “I’m gonna
beat her senseless.”
“Hold on Vince,” said Hank.
“We waited for you so we could screw her sweet ass together,
not so you could beat her up.”
“Bitch,” cursed Vince again.
“Alright, but I get to fuck her first.”
“Sure,” said Hank. Vince
was the biggest man of the bunch.
Obviously the others were used to him having his
way.
Suzi lay helpless as Vince settled himself between her
legs. He removed her utility
belt. Except for the loss of
her cowl she was still fully clothed, but she knew that would not last
long. Vince took out a large
folding knife. Opening the blade
he grabbed the front of her costume between her breasts and slid the blade
under the thin fabric. Slowly,
so as not to cut her by accident he drew the blade down the length of her
costume, slitting it all the way to her
crotch. The men holding Suzi’s
arms peeled it away from her and stripped the remainder from her arms, leaving
her naked to the waist.
“Christ, look at those knockers!” exclaimed one of the men holding
her legs.
“Looks like she could produce a couple of gallons
a day with those babies.”
“I’m gonna find out,” said Vince reaching toward Suzi’s
large milk glands.
Suzi arched her back, trying to move away from Vince’s groping
fingers. She was proud of her
impressive breasts. They were
large but firm, each the size and shape of a large cantaloupe, and the thought
of a disgusting thug like Vince mauling them filled her with
revulsion. She pressed back against
the dew covered grass, but Vince merely followed her, his large hands closing
over her soft flesh.
“Damn, they are real!” Vince
exclaimed. “Finest set I
ever squeezed.”
Suzi was now completely naked.
While she had fought to escape Vince, the remainder of her costume
and her knee high leather boots had been
removed. With a sense of helpless
terror she felt the hands of the men that held her traveling all over her
body and especially in her most private of
places.
“Fuck,” swore Hank as his finger probed her vulva and penetrated
her vagina. She’s as tight
as a virgin. You’re gonna
have a job getting into her, Vince.”
“We’ll see how much of a job it is,” answered Vince, unbuckling
his belt and pushing down his pants.
“I’m gonna make her howl.”
“Why are they always so big?” thought
Suzi. The erect organ that Vince
revealed was fully ten inches long and proportionately
thick. It seemed to the powerless
heroine that every time she was raped her assailants were equipped with phalluses
of legendary proportion. Perhaps
it was the nature of heroines to attract such well-endowed men, but whatever
the reason, her ordeal promised to be a painful
one.
The men holding her pulled her legs wide.
Had Suzi not been so flexible her hips would have been
dislocated.
Even so, it was a most awkward and painful position to be held in,
and it exposed her fully to Vince’s menacing
organ. He let go of her breasts
and let someone else take over the job of molesting
them. Moving his hands down to
her thighs he lifted her slightly, and then slowly slid his member between
the lips of her vulva.
The men holding the heroine watched her
face. Her body language told
of her fear; she was almost rigid as Vince entered
her. But they wanted to watch
her facial expressions as the first man took
her. They enjoyed this part of
the rape the most. The look of
terror and dismay on the face of their victim as she was violated gave them
a sense of sadistic power.
Suzi battled to hide her emotions.
Utterly helpless to prevent her rape, she tried to deny her violators
any more satisfaction than they would get from satisfying themselves
sexually. She might be forced
to let them rape her, but she did not have to put on a show of fear for
them. Still, she was not able
to prevent a slight parting of her lips as Vince slid into
her. He was very big, and after
her last rape she had regained her superheroine
tightness. As he penetrated her,
she was unable to prevent her breathing from becoming
labored. Despite the coolness
of the night, the sweat beaded on her forehead and dripped down her
face. And as Vince gripped her
thighs more tightly and gave a sudden lunge, she gasped in
pain. Humiliated, she was unable
to completely hide her emotions.
“How do you like it baby?” taunted
Vince.
“Big enough for
you? Bet you’ve never
had one as big as this.” He
moved his pelvis forward, and Suzi arched her back even
more. “That’s it babe,
enjoy.”
Suzi fought back sobs, her chest heaving spasmodically as Vince continued
to rape her. Hank busied himself
by tweaking and twisting her left nipple, while the man holding her other
arm sucked enthusiastically on her right
breast. Strangely, as her ordeal
progressed she began to wonder about
Nova. Had her friend made
it?
Nova had her hands full. There
were about a dozen guards in the room she had
entered. But that was not her
biggest problem. As she had burst
through the door she had sprung a trap.
A large steel mesh net had dropped over her and her charge into the
room had enfolded her securely in its
web. Four heavy weights anchored
each corner of the net, which was constructed of half inch steel
cables. It was obvious that it
was intended to trap someone with her
strength. In fact if the net
had been dropped upon anyone else but her, the impact would probably have
caused severe injuries. As it
was she was knocked to the floor and her costume was partially
shredded.
But she was Nova. She staggered
to her feet lifting the heavy folds of the
net. Grasping the thick cables
she began to tear them apart as if they were pieces of
string. Around her Zhuang’s
men shouted in panic and then came at
her. Some were armed with guns,
but they held their fire, mindful of Zhuang’s orders to take any heroine
alive. The goons carrying baseball
bats and clubs were another matter.
They rained down blows on battling heroine striking at her through
the mesh.
Nova was driven to her knees. Her
super powers did not make her
invulnerable. The power of the
Dragon’s
Eye healed her as she was injured, but the process took
time. And her attackers seemed
to know her weakness.
“Keep hitting the bitch,” one of them
shouted. “Don’t let
her get up.” The thugs formed
a ring around the fallen heroine striking at her each time she raised her
head. “Get her belt,”
another man suggested. “Reach
through the net and snag it.”
In wild desperation Nova tugged at the net, pulling it toward
her. As she had intended it entangled
the feet of her attackers, tripping several of
them. It gave her the few seconds
she needed to lurch to her feet, and then gripping the net tightly she began
to turn in circles. The
net swung slowly at first and then picked up speed as it gained
momentum. The hoodlums lying
on the net were tossed off as the net lifted and those attempting to close
with her were struck by the heavy weights attached to each
corner. In a few seconds she
had turned the net from a deadly trap into a
weapon. She whirled faster and
faster, the net lifting until it was almost level with her
shoulders. And then with one
more powerful twist she flipped it higher than her head and darted from beneath
it.
The descending net took out several of the thugs, who were now caught in
their own trap. And then Nova
tore into the rest of them. Bodies
flew in all directions as she attacked one thug after the other, sometimes
hammering two or three at the same time.
She was like a tornado, moving too fast even for those who had drawn
their guns to draw a bead on her.
Within seconds the room was cleared, its floor littered with injured
and bloodied hoodlums. Now only
a final barred door remained between her and her goal – she
hoped.
She gripped the bars of the door to the
cellblock. Through the bars she
could see a long row of cells.
Surely this was where Zhuang kept his
prisoners. A surge of hope made
her less cautious. She pulled
on the bars, smiling at the satisfying sound of the hinges being torn from
the concrete. She hardly even
felt the tiny dart striking her curvaceous backside, but she recognized the
sensation as the paralyzing effects of the drug rushed through
her.
She gripped the bars, trying to hold herself upright, but it was a losing
battle. As she slipped into
unconsciousness a sudden thought struck
her. Zhuang had learned
well. Poison was her one
weakness. It was a poisoned dart
that had enabled him to capture her the last time she and her companions
had attacked his headquarters.
“Stupid,” she thought.
“Stupid.” She
should have expected him to use the same weapon this time, but she had taken
no measures to protect herself.
Then her senses faded as the poison took
hold. She slipped into a gentle
sleep and slowly sank to the floor.
Suzi tried not to sob as her hands were bound behind
her. Vince had finally finished
with her and now Hank was taking his
turn. But he wanted to make sure
that she was truly pacified before taking
her. She lay on her belly, her
breasts pressed into the wet grass.
With the binding of her wrists she knew that any real chance of escape
was gone. Her legs were still
held by two of the men who had attacked her and as Hank tied the last knot
they were pulled wide to allow him access to her nether
region.
Her vagina burned from the rough treatment it had received from
Vince. He had thoroughly ravished
her and her dry love tunnel had been badly torn by his massive
phallus. Now it was Hank’s
turn. She was certain he would
be no gentler than Vince. Her
breasts were already bruised black and blue as were the inside of her
thighs. She bit her lip as she
felt Hank move between her splayed legs.
“Uuggh!”
It hurt worse than she had expected.
The battered tissues of her vagina had swollen and Hank’s entry
was completely lacking in subtlety.
He drove into her like a battering
ram.
“Like that do you, cunt?” taunted
Hank. “Then how about
this?” Withdrawing slightly
he pounded into with vicious brutality.
Suzi gasped, arching her back against the
pain. But worse was to
come. As she lifted from the
ground the men on either side of her cupped her breasts and squeezed hard
on her soft flesh. But it was
the man in front of her she feared most.
As he unzipped his pants she knew what was
coming.
“Let’s see how good you are with that sweet mouth,” the thug
jeered. He seized a handful of
hair in each hand and pushed his erect phallus toward
her. Despite the pain, Suzi twisted
her head away. The sharp slap
that followed delivered a clear message.
“Take it, bitch,” the thug warned, or I’ll knock your
head off. He punctuated his demand
with a second blow, this time with his closed fist, striking her just over
the eye.
Almost weeping with the humiliation, Suzi allowed the thug to push his inflated
member between her teeth. He
shoved it right through to the back of her throat, almost gagging her, and
then began to rape her mouth, thrusting in and out in an attempt to bring
himself to orgasm.
“Oh baby,” the man groaned.
“Your mouth is so warm and
wet.”
Suzi fought back a wave of nausea.
Each thrust of the thug’s phallus almost dislocated her
jaw. And the pain in her vagina
was excruciating. The double
rape went on for several minutes, until a groan from Hank signaled his
ejaculation. But her vagina was
not lonely for long. A third
thug took his place immediately and drove into her just as the man in her
mouth climaxed. Semen spurted
from the corners of her mouth, but he did not withdraw.
“Swallow it bitch,” he ordered.
“Swallow it or I’ll slap you
silly.” Unable to force
the man from her mouth, Suzi swallowed.
And then moaned as her vagina was invaded by the
third man to take her.
It was close to morning before the men finished with
her. The faint glimmer of light
signaled them to take her inside.
They had enjoyed their conquest.
Now it was time to take her to
Zhuang. Hauling her to her feet,
they dragged her toward the building Suzi had sought to
invade. Now she was going to
get a good look at the inside.
Nova fought against the bonds that held her
wrists. She fought back a sense
of panic. Her inability to snap
them told her that her belt had been removed, and with it the
Dragon’s
Eye. Her strength was
now reduced to that of a mortal.
She was in terrible trouble, but only a cool head would get her out
of it. A few feet away
a tall oriental watched her struggle.
A half smile creased his lips.
Nova had seen him before. He
was Robert Chen, Zhuang’s lieutenant and about as nasty a thug as she
knew existed. He gazed at her
silently for a few more seconds and then
spoke. “Awake
already? You have amazing powers
of recovery. It’s a good
thing I have this.” He held
up her belt. It confirmed her
helpless state.
He knelt in front of her.
“I’ve been expecting you, although you gave us more trouble
than I anticipated. But now I
have you and for the first few hours you are mine to treat any way I
want. Then Zhuang gets to play
with you. By the way,” he
added with a smirk. “We
got your friend outside. A few
of the boys are “entertaining”
her. Or should I say she is
entertaining them.” He
laughed. “Now you are going
to entertain me. And I must say
from what I see so far, you are going to be a lot of
fun.”
Nova’s costume was in tatters.
The heavy strands of the metal net had ripped much of her costume
to shreds, and when she had been unconscious Chen had removed a bit more
of it when relieving her of the
Dragon’s
Eye. She swallowed, but
kept her face expressionless. Rape
was the least she could expect at his
hands. She took a deep
breath. She was a
heroine. She hoped she was up
to it. More than the rape itself
she feared the humiliation of breaking down as she was
assaulted.
“You’re a quiet one, ain’t you, babe?” Chen
said. “Well I’ve waited
long enough. It’s time to
see what you are made of.” He
got to his feet and took her by the arms, lifting her
easily. Nova was helpless to
resist. Rope encircled her ankles
and her thighs as well as her wrists.
Until Chen removed them there was no chance to
escape.
Chen’s face was very close to hers as he carried
her. He looked deep into her
amazing gray eyes and then her full kissable
lips. But he knew it would be
a mistake to try and kiss her. The
look in those eyes was one of steely
determination. This was a woman
who would bite his tongue off if he got too close to those even white
teeth. But
perhaps later, after he had broken her…
His already stirring erection hardened.
There was no chance that this gorgeous woman would willingly submit
to him, but it was going to be most pleasurable forcing her to
submit. He carried her to a room
away from the main cellblock. He
did not want to share this beauty with anyone just
yet. The room was rather spare,
but it had what he needed to tame her.
There was a bed with a sturdy steel frame and a pair of shackles hung
from hooks in the ceiling. A
heavy whip lay on the bed where he had placed
it.
Nova took in the room as well, noting all of the things that Chen
had. He wondered if he would
rape her first or use the whip on her and then have his way with
her. Her questions were answered
when he threw her face down on the bed.
“First a little nooky,” Chen
said. He untied the ropes around
her thighs and then, pinning her legs to the bed by sitting on them, he untied
her ankles. Pressed down by his
weight, Nova could not move, but she fought, nevertheless, hoping to catch
him off guard.
Chen, however, was prepared. He
shifted his weight as she bucked beneath him, riding her like a
horse. Chen was over one hundred
pounds heavier than she was and with her hands tied all she could do was
bounce him up and down. He let
her tire herself and then as the heaving of her body subsided he tied both
her ankles to the bed frame, so that her legs were pulled
apart.
Nova was bathed in sweat. Her
struggles had ripped most of what was left of her costume from her body and
her legs were spread and tied in
position. “That was quite
the ride, babe,” chuckled Chen, “but I had a different sort of
ride in mind.” He shifted
his position and tore away the remnants of her costume, leaving her clad
only in her white bra and panties.
He was now straddling her legs and facing toward her
body. With deliberate slowness
he unsnapped her bra and reaching underneath her slid the cups of the brassiere
from her breasts.
His fingers found her nipples, which he pinched lightly between thumb and
forefinger. Slowly he teased
them erect, delighting in the tightening of the delicate buds against his
palms. Then he began a slow massage,
gently kneading the soft flesh.
“God, you’ve got tits like those of a fifteen-year-old,”
he said. His penis was now so
rigid that it actually hurt.
Nova raised her head. “I
expect you’d know,” she retorted, “that would be about your
speed.”
“Still got some spunk left, I see,” said
Chen.
“Good. I hope you
still have that spirit when I’m fucking your sweet
ass. Let’s find out shall
we?” He gave her breasts
a sharp squeeze and moved his hands to her
backside. It took only a second
to rip the flimsy silk garment from her
loins.
Chen didn’t bother with the preliminaries of fondling Nova’s
genitalia. He was breathing deeply
in his eagerness to begin. He
fumbled with his belt, and dropped his pants and shorts, releasing his willing
phallus. Placing his hands under
her hipbones he lifted her backside and slid closer to
her. The glans of his penis caressed
her vulva. Nova went tense and
then gasped as he pushed quickly into
her.
Chen groaned with pleasure as Nova’s soft, warm love tunnel closed about
his throbbing rod. It was everything
he had imagined it would be.
Virginally tight, her vagina squeezed his member as he struggled to
force it into her.
Nova’s body tightened as she fought not to show how much Chen was hurting
her, but her resistance only increased the pain he was causing
her. His swollen organ was tearing
the fragile lining of her vagina.
There was no lubrication other than that provided by her blood and
the seminal fluid that leaked from the tip of his intruding
organ. Repeatedly he thrust into
her with a brutal efficiency that soon had her gasping in
pain. But she did not cry
out. Sweat poured of her body
and blood ran down the inside of her thighs, but she made no sound other
than that of her heavy breathing.
Chen was caused up in the frenzy of his own
rutting. The heroine’s vagina
gripped him like a velvet glove and the sight of her heaving body and the
sound of her agonized breathing excited him beyond
measure. Within ten minutes he
had released his thick cream into her.
With a groan of ecstasy he fell back from her, panting from exertion,
his once proud member now shrunk to near normal proportions.
Still breathing heavily, he slowly got to his
feet. With a piece of Nova’s
costume he wiped his dripping organ and pulled up his
pants. “Well,” that
was fun,” he gasped.
“Now for a different sort of
entertainment.”
He released the shackles that were suspended from the ceiling, lowering them
to where he could clamp them onto her
wrists. Only then did he cut
the ropes that held her. As her
arms were temporarily released Nova made one more desperate attempt to
escape. Despites the loss of
the
Dragon’s Eye,
Nova was far from helpless. Muscles moved smoothly beneath the skin of her
finely toned body as she tried to wrench free from his
grasp. But her attempt to catch
Chen off-guard was misplaced. He
hung onto her with a grip of iron.
Had her ankles not still been tied to the bed she probably would have
broken free, such was the power of her lithe athletic
body.
Chen laughed with delight as Nova struggled in his
grip.
“Still full of
fight. I like
that. It’s going to make
knocking it out of you so much more
enjoyable.” He let her struggle,
watching her muscles ripple beneath her silken
skin. Soon that skin would be
reduced to bloody strips. A grim
snarl twisted his lips as he thought of the pleasure that would
bring.
Nova struggled in frantic frustration.
It was unlikely that she would get a better chance to escape,
but Chen had her at a complete
disadvantage. Even if she managed
to break free of his grip, her ankles were still tied to the
bed. It would be easy for him
to subdue her, but she was near panic at the thought of what Chen had planned
for her. The whip he intended
to use to flay her lay within sight.
It was a vicious instrument; about eight feet long and an inch thick
where it joined the handle. It
would rip the flesh from her body like sandpaper removing
paint. But her struggles were
useless. Chen held her until
she was gasping from the effort, and then when she quieted, attached the
shackles to her wrists.
Nova almost wept with frustration as the shackles tightened, hauling her
arms over her head. Chen continued
to heave on the chains, straightening out her
body. When she was fully erect
he untied her ankles and then raised her up until she was standing on the
bed. Then he pulled the bed out
from beneath her and pushed it against the wall of the room, leaving her
suspended from the shackles. Her
body hung a few inches from the floor, swinging slowly back and
forth. Chen flexed the whip and
then drew back his arm.
The Blue Avenger gave a moan that was more like as sigh as her assailant
entered her. She was too beaten
and exhausted to protest any further.
Earlier, she had made quite a fuss, but that had been before she had
been raped two dozen or more times.
She was splattered with semen from multiple
ejaculations. There was hardly
a part of her body that was not bruised from the pinching and squeezing,
and sometimes brutal punches, delivered by her
captors. The inside of her thighs
were black and blue and smeared with blood from her ravaged
vagina. She was barely conscious
of what was being done to her now.
Even when the man raping her slapped and pinched her in an effort
to elicit a response she barely
responded. Cursing, the man emptied
his seed into her. “Fucking
bitch,” he swore.
“She’s all used up.
Thought she was supposed to be a
superheroine. We need some fresh
meat.”
At that moment the door opened.
Every head in the room turned as a tall naked blonde was pushed into
the room. She appeared a little
the worse for wear, but a few of the men gave low whistles at her statuesque
proportions. “Look what
we found,” crowed Hank, shoving the Scarlet Falcon ahead of
him. “Best piece of tail
I ever had. Tight as a nun and
wiggles her ass like a
whore.”
Suzi was close to breaking down.
Naked, reeking of sweat and semen, and with her arms tied tightly
behind her, she had never felt so helpless and
degraded. She looked with undisguised
horror at the roomful of gaping thugs, and then she spotted
Kyla.
“You bastards,” Suzi swore in a choked
voice. Her own plight was temporary
forgotten, as she stared in horror at her ravished
companion.
“Hey,” responded one of the men in the room, “this one
talks. Tie up the other twat
and let’s have a go at the
blonde.” The response was
instantaneous. Suzi had time
only for a yelp of protest before she was dumped onto a table in Kyla’s
place.
“Fuck, this one’s really got a body,” exclaimed one of the
men as he positioned himself between Suzi’s
legs. He quickly dropped his
pants and without ceremony thrust into
her. “Oh yeah,” he
exclaimed, as Suzi writhed helplessly, “this
one’s still alive.”
Suzi sobbed audibly as she was raped.
But it was not the violation of her body that brought
tears. She had already suffered
that almost a dozen times. It
was the shock of seeing what had been done to
Kyla. Her proud companion had
been thoroughly beaten and degraded.
It was too horrible to
contemplate. Had all of her
companions been captured? What
of Nova? The tears rolled down
her cheeks as the room full of thugs closed around her and the sexual assault
began in earnest. Soon her sobs
died and were replaced by harsh gasps as her assailants began multiple assaults
on her. She was surrounded by
a forest of semi-nude men who groped and fondled her naked
charms. Her mouth, vagina, and
anus were penetrated and waiting their turn were more than a score of impatient
thugs. Her ordeal was destined
to be long, painful, and humiliating.
Nova shrieked in agony as the whip cut into her
breasts. Her back had already
been lashed to ribbons and Chen had decided to switch his attack to the front
of her body. Her attempts to
stoically resist the flogging had long since
evaporated. The walls, floor,
and even the ceiling of the room she was in were wet with her
blood. Chen’s arm seemed
tireless. Every blow had been
delivered with the full weight of his body behind
it. The first blow of the whip
had actually knocked the breath out of
her. The pain had been almost
indescribable and her blood and tissue had been splattered ten
feet. After that it had gotten
worse, the agony mounting with every
blow. Several times she had come
close to fainting, but somehow her perverse body had not allowed her to drift
into the sweet refuge of oblivion.
“No!
Stop! Please!”
she begged as Chen raised the whip
again. Her pride was
gone. She would do anything to
stop the hideous pain and mutilation of her
body. But Chen merely
laughed.
“Not so tough now, are you heroine?” Chen
sneered. “What will you
give me if I stop?” He
punctuated his question by bringing the lash down across Nova’s
belly. Her scream was most
gratifying, but he lowered the whip and waited for her
answer.
It took a few seconds for Nova to stop screaming, but she finally managed
to stammer out a reply.
“Anything, anything!” she
wept.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Chen
said.
“Your word as a
heroine.”
“I…give my…word,” Nova
sobbed.
Chen smiled. Tossing aside the
whip he lowered the whimpering heroine to the
floor. Nova just lay
helpless. She was far too weak
to move. He stood over
her. “Alright heroine,”
he said. “You’ve given
your word. Now I’m going
to make you promise something else.
And since you’ve given your word to do anything I ask you’ll
have to do it. Now, nod if you
understand what I just said.”
Nova bowed her head, acknowledging Chen’s
comment. She was
beaten. She had not been strong
enough to resist the punishment of her body and now she was honour bound
to do whatever the brutal thug requested.
Her humiliation was complete and total, or so she
thought. She raised her head
and was surprised to see her belt dangling before her eyes, the emerald green
of the Dragon’s Eye glowing with dazzling brightness.
For Chen it was a remarkable experience. Thanks to the healing power of the
Dragon’s Eye, Nova was as tight as if he had never taken her. He could
hardly believe his g
od fortune in having captured the powerful heroine and subverted her to his
will. It was like fucking a virgin every time. And now that she was forced
to cooperate he could enjoy her whenever he chose. He quite liked tying her
up, however. Perhaps he would do that every now and then just for fun. In
between he and his heroine love slave could experiment with different sexual
positions.
It took Chen a long time to satisfy himself this time. It seemed even longer
to Nova. She had never felt so soiled. But it was not just the rape and
humiliation that concerned her. It was the fact that she had submitted to
this degradation voluntarily. How was she going to get out of the commitment
she had made to Zhuang’s lieutenant? He could do anything he wanted
with her and she would have to comply. Even if the Dragon’s Eye was
returned to her, she would not be able to use it against him. What was she
to do? A small tear formed at the corner of one gray eye as she realized
that she was truly trapped. She had lost her freedom, and she had done it
willingly. A sob of despair shook her body and she wept as Chen raped her.
She was doomed, and it was entirely her fault.
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