The Adventures of the Jade
Dragon
Episode 7
Chapter 21
Completing the Collection
“All of
them! I’ve got all of
them!” Zhuang Zhijian could
hardly contain his glee. If he
had been capable of it he would have jumped off his divan and
danced. Instead, he raised his
chopsticks and crunched down on a freshly cooked
prawn. “Exquisite,”
he thought. “I really must
give my compliments to the chef.”
He chewed thoughtfully.
There was still one more enemy unaccounted for, but he had the means
to bring her under control. He
glanced down at his latest conquest.
Nova, knelt at his feet, her head bowed in
submission. A leather collar
encircled her neck and a chain connected her to his
divan. She wore her magic belt
and the
Dragon’s
Eye gave off
an eerie light in the subdued lighting of the
room.
Chen had assured him that it was safe for her to wear
it. The heroine was completely
under his power. That worried
Zhuang a little. A heroine as
formidable as Nova that was bound to one of his henchmen was a source of
potential danger. Thirty years
in the criminal world had made Zhuang wary of any of his hirelings who might
threaten him As a result he had
ordered Chen to have Nova repeat the same pledge she had made to
him. To his surprise the superheroine
had agreed without an argument.
Zhuang felt somewhat reassured now that she owed him the same allegiance
she had promised to Chen.
Nova fought to hold back her tears.
The brutal mauling she had suffered at Chen’s hands had seemed
insignificant compared to the humiliation she had experienced when he had
paraded her before Zhuang as his sex
slave. Naked, but still wearing
her belt and gem as a sign of her power, she had been forced to go to her
knees in front of the leering crimelord and swear to serve him in any way
he chose. In order to keep her
word to Chen she had been forced to take the
oath. Then she had been ordered
to kneel before Zhuang and wear his collar as a symbol of her
subservience. The shame of her
subjugation was so complete she would almost have preferred to have been
raped. Almost
preferred. Rape would
come soon enough she was sure of it.
The way Zhuang’s eyes had swept over her body was almost certain
confirmation of that. But for
now he seemed content to let her kneel while he stuffed enormous quantities
of food into himself. Apparently
she had interrupted him at mealtime, and there was very little that distracted
Zhuang from his food for long. But
she knew that eventually he would satisfy his hunger and then his thoughts
would turn to another form of
satisfaction.
Her melancholy thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of one of Zhuang’s
henchmen. “Trouble, boss,”
the man said. “We got action
outside. Looks like Stiletto
and she’s brought her entire organization with
her.”
“How many?” asked Zhuang, his brow creasing in
irritation.
“At least a
hundred.
Maybe
more. After the men we
lost to the superheroines I’m not sure we can hold
‘em.”
Zhuang’s greasy lips
parted in a huge smile. He turned
to Chen. “Does my new slave
still have her costume?”
“Yes, boss,” answered Chen with a grin, “although it’s
a little bit tattered.”
“Have it brought in here. I
think it is time for her to demonstrate her loyalty.”
Stiletto surveyed Zhuang’s fortress
headquarters. It was a formidable
obstacle, but she was in no mood to be
cautious. The Black Leopard was
somewhere inside and she intended to get her
out. She had stripped her crime
empire to launch this attack. Over
a hundred of her thugs were with her and she had brought every weapon in
her arsenal to facilitate her attack.
As usual, when appearing in public she wore a
mask. Few people knew her real
identity as socialite Elenah Firenza.
To her followers she was Stiletto, one of the most feared of
She waved her arm, urging her troops
forward. Several men pushed a
war surplus cannon she had purchased
illegally. From time to time
she had found it useful in blowing the doors off vaults or giving one of
her enemies a particularly unpleasant
surprise. In a few seconds she
intended to use it against Zhuang.
The walls of his fortress would provide little protection against
its shells.
She moved over behind the gun as her men set it
up. In a few seconds she would
blow off the front doors and then she and her men would storm the bastion,
carrying all before them. Before
she could give the order to fire, however, the doors burst
open. Elenah watched open mouthed
as a figure in a stark white and black costume literally flew down the palatial
front steps, taking them ten or twelve at a
time.
“Nova!” Elenah
exclaimed. What was the superheroine
doing in Zhuang’s HQ? By
this time many of Elenah’s men had spotted the superheroine as
well. Without waiting for orders
they opened fire peppering the front steps with
lead. Not a single shot scored,
however. The heroine was simply
moving too fast and most of the bullets struck behind
her. Within seconds she had crossed
the open space separating her from Elenah and the men tending the
gun.
Almost casually the speeding heroine
knocked
the barrel of the gun aside. Sending it back
into the four men behind it.
Elenah had to step back quickly to keep from being struck as the gun
was driven straight back, its barrel torn from the
mountings. But the heroine did
not stop there, she came on, heading straight for Elenah while her men scattered
in terror.
Elenah had time to raise her gun, but that was
all. The heroine swatted the
semiautomatic from her hand almost disdainfully, and then she was swept off
her feet as if she was a child.
Without pausing Nova tossed the stunned crime mistress over her shoulder
and turned back toward Zhuang’s
headquarters. Screaming in rage
and fear, Elenah thrashed desperately as she was carried into the lair of
the enemy she had thought to defeat.
Natassia raced back toward Zhuang’s
HQ. She had done as Zhuang had
ordered her. She had stopped
the assault and captured Stiletto.
Taking orders from the bloated Chinese arch villain had almost turned
her stomach, but there was no way around
it. She had given her word as
a superheroine and there was no going back on
it. It was fortunate that Zhuang
had not been more specific. If
he had told her to wipe out Stiletto’s forces she did not know what
she would have done. She did
not believe in killing unnecessarily and she would have been placed in an
extremely awkward position; as if her current situation as unwilling sex
slave to one of her mortal enemies wasn’t awkward
enough.
She felt guilt about taking Stiletto
prisoner. She knew what Zhuang
did to his female captives and knew that Stiletto’s fate was likely
to be extremely unpleasant. But
she did not have any choice. She
had given her word and now she was forced to live up to
it. After all, it was not as
if Stiletto was an innocent victim.
She was renown for her cruelty and brutality throughout
The shooting had stopped as soon as she had captured
Stiletto. None of the
villainess’ hired guns wanted to risk hitting their
mistress. The noise of the gunfire
had drowned out all sound, but now she could hear Stiletto’s cursing
as she carried the captured crime mistress into Zhuang’s
HQ.
“You God-damned bitch! Are
you crazy? Are you working for
Zhuang? Put me
down. Put me down or I’ll
make you wish you’d never been born.
Oh God help me!”
The last comment was made as Natassia finally did as Stiletto had instructed
her, placing the woman on her feet just inside the door of Zhuang’s
fortress. Immediately several
of Zhuang’s thugs, including Chen closed in on
her. Her eyes widened with fear
as she realized the predicament she was
in. Almost automatically, her
fingers went to the two knives she carried strapped to each thigh, but Chen
was too quick for her. He caught
her wrists and using brute strength, forced her to her knees while one of
the other thugs removed the knives.
“So nice to see you again Stiletto,” sneered
Chen. “I’ve always
admired your work. Now its time
for us to get better acquainted.”
“You bastard,” Elenah swore.
“How dare you touch me?
Take me to Zhuang
immediately.” She chose
a bold front, but inside she was quaking.
Memories of what Shark Stevens had done to her swamped her
mind. She was terrified of what
Zhuang’s vicious henchman might do to
her.
Chen regarded her coolly. Slowly
and deliberately he licked his lips as he ran his eyes over her curvaceous
body. Her face was masked, but
her raven hair tumbled over her
shoulders. She was dressed in
a tight fitting outfit that concealed very few of her charms, from her large
well-formed breasts to her wasp waist and long tapering
legs.
Chen turned to Nova. “Report
back to Zhuang. I’ll take
over here.”
Nova bowed her head and started to leave the
room. “Wait,” said
Chen. What do you say when you
are ordered to do something?”
“Yes,” answered Nova, gritting her teeth.
“Yes what, whore?”
“Yes, master.” She
could hardly get the words out. She
knew it was just Chen’s way of humiliating her in front of
Stiletto.
“That’s better,” Chen
replied. “Now
go.”
“Yes, master,” Nova replied.
She left the room quickly before Chen could think of anything else
to shame her.
Stiletto looked open mouthed at Chen.
“You control a superheroine?” she
gulped.
Chen laughed. “I control
a superheroine, and now I control
you.” He looked at the two
thugs holding her. “Bring
her. I have some interesting
plans for her.”
Elenah struggled as she was forced along behind Chen, but the two men holding
her were more than a match for her.
She was marched through the building until Chen reached a door leading
off an inner passage. “In
here,” he ordered.
Elenah found herself in a well finished
room. It was obviously Chen’s
living quarters. “Put her
on her knees,” Chen ordered.
Still struggling, Elenah was forced to kneel on the polished floor
of the room.
“Let me go, you bastard,” Elenah
said. “Let me go or you’ll
be sorry.”
“I think I would be sorry if I did let you go,” Chen replied as
he knelt behind her. Elenah felt
the roughness of coarse hemp rope on her wrists as her arms were forced behind
her. She struggled harder, but
within a few seconds her wrists were
secured.
“You can go now,” Chen said to the two
thugs. “I want this one
to myself. Perhaps later I’ll
let you have a go at her.”
Elenah’s heart beat almost
uncontrollably. “No!”
she protested as the door closed behind the two
men. “Let me
go. Take me to
Zhuang. You can’t do
this!”
We’ll see what I can do,” Chen
replied. He pushed her flat and
began to remove her clothing, starting with her boots and then her
skirt.
Elenah redoubled her efforts.
Already her mind was replaying the horrific scene in which she had
lost her virginity to Shark Stevens.
Her struggles, however, merely served to further entertain her
captor. “That’s it,
babe; wiggle that tight ass.”
He eased her skirt down her legs, leaving the lower portion of her
body clad only in her fishnet stocking and garter
belt.
Elenah screamed at Chen in fear and rage.
“Stop, you son-of-a-bitch.
I’ll have your balls for this!”
Chen’s eyes almost disappeared as they narrowed to the merest of
slits. “You have insulted
my mother for the last time, bitch.
You need to be shown who’s
boss.” Grabbing Elenah’s
long hair he forced her to sit upright, wrenching her head back
viciously. Then he moved in front
of her still holding her hair while his victim screamed her pain and
anger. His slap loosened all
of the teeth of the left side of her face and would have toppled her to the
floor if Chen had not held her in place.
He followed up the first blow by striking her other cheek with the
back of his hand, splitting her cheek just below her right
eye.
Elenah’s senses swam. Dark
spots danced before her eyes and she almost blacked
out. Barely conscious, she hardly
noticed as Chen lifted her almost skin-tight black sweater over her head
and pulled it down her arms.
Allowing her to fall forward once again, he produced a jackknife and
sliced through the material covering her arms, allowing him to completely
remove the tattered sweater. Now
her torso was covered only by her black lace
bra. It took Chen only a few
seconds to tear this garment from her body, releasing her full beautifully
rounded breasts. He rolled her
over and stared at her coffee-brown nipples; then he placed her on her belly
again and began to tie her.
First he tied her ankles and then he forced her to sit up so that she was
kneeling with her calves tight against her
thighs. He lashed her legs in
this position using several lengths of
rope. Next he bound her arms
tightly to her torso, looping a half dozen lengths
of coarse cord above and below her
breasts. By the time Elenah’s
sense of awareness returned to her he had almost
finished. But there was one final
touch. Pushing her forward, he
used the last of the rope to bind her in a crouched position with her heavy
breasts almost touching her thighs.
Now he was ready to begin.
Elenah ran her tongue around the inside of her bruised
mouth. She made no protests or
threats this time. She was too
frightened and fearful of what Zhuang’s brutal henchman might
do. She knew now that she was
not going to be raped. At least
not right away. Cocooned in a
web of ropes there was no way that he could violate her unless he chose to
invade her anus.
“Now, bitch,” said Chen, “it’s time for your lesson in
manners. You’ve got a lot
to learn, so I expect it will take quite some
time.” Zhuang’s
henchmen was thoroughly enjoying
himself. How many dangerous women
had he humiliated this week? First
there had been that haughty bitch Jahlen.
It had been most gratifying to see her humbled and begging for
mercy. Then he had caught Nova,
the most feared of superheroines.
He had broken her completely.
Now he had Stiletto in his power.
He could hardly believe his good
fortune. In a few minutes this
bitch too, would be screaming for mercy and promising him anything he
wanted.
He placed a hand on her delectable ass, caressing the smooth firm
flesh. He felt his victim
shudder. “That’s
right,” he taunted.
“I’m going to start with your sweet
backside. It’s going to
be a while before you will be able to sit down after I’m through with
you.”
“Please,” Elenah pleaded, all trace of her former proud defiance
gone, “don’t hurt me.
I’ll cooperate. Just
tell me what you want.”
“You can’t be that stupid,” Chen
replied. “You know damned
well what I want. And I don’t
need your permission to take it.”
He produced one of his favourite bedroom toys and slapped it into
his hand. Elenah showed the whites
of her eyes as she twisted her head to see what Chen was up
to.
“No!” she
gasped, her voice hardly higher than a
whimper.
“Please. I’ll
be good. Just tell me what you
want.”
“What I want is to tan your
backside. After I’m finished
you’ll give me anything I want
anyway.” Picking her up
like a wrapped package, he deposited her on top of a table, turning her so
that her exposed backside was perfectly lined
up.
“Eeaagh!”
Elenah
screamed before the quirt even touched
her. She made even more noise
after that. Chen used the quirt
until her derriere was crisscrossed with
stripes. Long before he finished
her screams had turned to incoherent
shrieks. He enjoyed every second
of it. He had driven the arrogance
out of the proud villainess and reduced her to a pathetic
plaything. Now he would degrade
her further by having her voluntarily submit to him.
Elenah was thoroughly beaten. She
did not have the fortitude or bravery of a
superheroine. When she had begged
Chen not to beat her she had already surrendered her
will. Now she trembled, her body
racked with pain as she waited for his
command.
Chen moved in front of her. Slowly
he unzipped his pants. Elenah
did not start. It was no more
than she had expected.
“Alright, bitch,” Chen
ordered. “Suck
it. And I want you to go at it
like a newborn calf.” He
tapped the quirt into his palm to emphasize what would happen if she did
not comply.
Despite the pain of her backside and the puffiness of her bruised face, Elenah
closed her lips over the glans of Chen’s
penis. The act disgusted her,
but the fear of pain was greater than her
revulsion. She did as she was
told, massaging his throbbing phallus with her tongue and taking him deep
into her mouth.
Chen arched his back, pushing deeper into Elenah’s seemingly willing
mouth. She took it, almost gagging
as she did so, but too afraid to do anything
else. Again and again she bobbed
her head, massaging Chen’s thick member until he was moaning in
pleasure. Unable to control himself,
he grabbed her head on either side and thrust into her, using her mouth and
throat to bring himself to orgasm.
Grunting in pleasure he spurted into her, filling her mouth with his
semen. Fearing to anger him,
Elenah swallowed, suppressing her gag reflex and gulping the thick
cream. Only then did Chen release
her, slumping onto one of the comfortable couches that were part of the
room’s furnishings. Elenah
likewise was spent, both emotionally and physically, but unlike Chen she
was forced to remain in position on the table top, confined by the dozens
of strands of rope that bound her.
Chen slept for two hours. During
that time Elenah regained a little bit of her courage and attempted to free
herself from her bondage. But
there were too many ropes and they were too well tied for her to break free
in the time allowed her.
Additionally, she was emotionally and physically drained from the
ordeal she had suffered. Thus
it was that she was still where Chen had left her when the huge henchman
awoke from his nap.
“Ahh,” he exclaimed.
“That hit the spot.
Nothing like a little nap after a blow
job.” He lurched
off the couch and approached the helpless
villainess. “Now it’s
time for a little pussy.”
Elenah watched helplessly as he moved toward
her. There was no mistaking the
meaning of his words. To her
surprise, however, he began to untie her.
It took him several minutes to undo all the knots and remove the numerous
ropes that were wound around each limb.
She gave a little moan as the circulation was restored to her hands
and feet. The rush of blood to
her limbs was extremely painful and left her barely able to move even as
she was freed.
Picking her up as if she weighed almost nothing, Chen carried her toward
a doorway on the other side of the room.
“I think we should go somewhere
more comfortable,” he said as he entered the
room. Elenah saw to her horror
that she had been carried into Chen’s
bedroom. In the centre of the
room was a bed large enough for four
people. Without ceremony Chen
plopped her into its centre, bouncing her off the
mattress. Still partially crippled
from the effects of her bondage, Elenah lay where he had put
her. The feeling was slowly returning
to her limbs, but she was still unable to
move.
We’ll be doing a lot more bouncing, babe,” Chen said as he removed
his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and
shoulders. I hope you’re
up to it. I can tell you that
I am.” He smiled at his
own joke.
The double entendre was not lost on
Elenah. She knew she was about
to be raped and was almost beside herself with
terror. Her only heterosexual
experience had been a brutal rape by Shark
Stevens. The incident was burned
into her mind. Nothing frightened
her more than the fear of a repeat experience, and that was clearly what
Chen intended.
Chen frowned as he dropped his pants.
“Why so quiet, beautiful?
I was told that you were one of the most dangerous women in
Elenah felt her strength slowly
returning. She was stung by
Chen’s words. How did the
thug expect her to act? He outweighed
her by at least 100 pounds and she had been captured by a superheroine and
turned over to the thug. He
hadn’t even had to fight for her.
Slowly she raised herself to a sitting position, grimacing at the
pain in her lacerated backside.
“Not tough?” she thought.
She’d show him. She
looked around for a weapon. She
needed something to offset Chen’s superior size and
strength. Her eye fell on the
bedside lamp, an ornate piece made of green
marble. She edged toward it,
hoping her movement would be mistaken for
fear.
Chen was had now stripped down to his skin, and sporting an imposing
erection. Elenah tried to watch
his eyes, but could not take her eyes off his imposing
staff. “You can’t get
away, bitch. Get ready for a
good pounding.” He moved
across the bed on his hands and knees, reaching for Elenah’s retreating
figure. The smile on his face
showed that he completely enjoyed the little game he was playing with
her.
Elenah reached behind her, and in one motion swung the heavy lamp towards
Chen’s head. It caught him
only a glancing blow. The powerful
thug managed to pull his head out of the way just in
time. Stunned, he rolled away
from her, Elenah following, the lamp raised high to deliver a finishing
blow.
Chen was saved by two fortunate
circumstances. One was the fact
that Elenah could not move fast enough to follow up on her attack due to
her weakness from the flogging Chen had given
her. Falling off the bed was
the second break. It put him
momentarily beyond her reach and gave him the few seconds he needed to
recover.
Elenah rolled toward him, but this time Chen caught the lamp with his right
hand and twisted it from her grasp.
Then he launched himself at her, his face a mask of
fury. Elenah managed to ward
off Chen’s blind rush, by kicking him in the chest with both feet, but
that did not stop him for long. He
reached out and caught her left ankle, and jerked her toward him, and then
before she could recover, he dropped his entire weight onto
her.
Elenah struggled beneath the powerfully built oriental, but it was a one
sided contest. Chen caught hold
of her wrists, and using brute force, pushed both of her hands behind her
back. Then holding her there
with one hand he used his other hand and his knees to pry Elenah’s long
legs apart.
Elenah did everything she could to break away, thrashing her body back and
forth like a fish out of water, but Chen’s strength slowly won
out. Despite his anger, he did
not strike her. He had wanted
a fight, and now the Italian villainess was giving him
one. It added to the excitement
of what he was going to do to her.
Already his erection was so stiff and hard he thought he was going
to explode. Slowly her spread
her legs, and then positioning himself above her, while still pinning her
arms, he drove into her like a pile
driver.
“Aaagghh! Elenah’s scream of pain and fear
sent an electric surge through him.
He had conquered again. He
would show this bitch who was in charge.
He withdrew slightly and then tried to bury his shaft in his
victim’s soft flesh. He
didn’t quite succeed. The
walls of Elenah’s pink tunnel clamped his phallus with a viselike grip,
preventing full penetration. The
sensation forced a groan of sheer pleasure from his lips and a scream of
agony from those of his victim. He
settled into a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of her like the piston of
a locomotive.
Elenah screamed again and again.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust and her back arched in agony
as she was ravished for the second time.
It was every bit a bad as the
first. For her, there was no
getting used to the frightening
experience. Chen certainly knew
how to draw out the ordeal. He
managed to keep going for over an hour, pounding the sobbing, writhing woman
while she screamed for mercy.
Finally he climaxed, blowing his load into her, but he was not yet
finished. He continued to pin
her arms while he ravished her breasts with his
teeth. Elenah shrieked in acute
anguish as he savaged her nipples and covered her quivering mounds with bite
marks.
When he was finished Elenah was too beaten to move from the
bed. But Chen did not let her
rest. He forced her to her feet
and propelled her from the room, partially supporting her when she almost
fell. Elenah could barely walk,
and she was so sore that every movement of her legs sent jagged jabs of pain
through her nether region. Sobbing
loudly she was escorted to the door of Chen’s apartment and pushed into
the hall. Waiting for her were
the two guards who had escorted her to Chen’s
quarters.
“Here boys,” Chen smirked.
“I’ve warmed her up for
you. See you don’t let her
get cold. After you’re finished
take her down to the guardroom.
Just make sure she isn’t permanently damaged.
“Noooo!”
screamed Elenah as the two grinning thugs took hold of
her. She struggled feebly as
she was led down the hall to a small side
room. Chen watched her go and
then stood listening for a minute.
He smiled as Elenah’s screeching sounded through the closed
door. It was incredible how much
noise that woman could make.
Sun Lin ran her hand over her swollen
belly. Three
weeks. It had taken only three
weeks. Her fetus was growing
at nine times the normal speed.
Melissa touched her hand.
She too was heavy with child, her breasts swollen as her pregnancy
approached term. She knew what
Sun Lin was thinking. It was
a question that haunted her every thought as
well. What sort of child would
such a rapid growth rate produce?
It might be some deformed monster.
And who was the father? They
had no way on knowing if it was Hughie or the brutal Shark
Stevens. And if it was the former
would the child inherit Hughie’s feeble mental
abilities?
The two heroines had been placed in the same cell shortly after being imprisoned
in Zhuang’s HQ. It appeared
that Zhuang had little fear that two heavily pregnant women were likely to
escape even if they were superheroines.
There was little for them to do.
Once each day they were allowed out of their cell for
exercise. It consisted of little
more than walking the cellblock corridor for an hour while they were watched
by several heavily armed guards.
During the entire time they had been held captive they had been kept
nude, denied even the most modest of
coverings. But there was little
they could do abut it. Even their
cell contained no blankets or any other
covering. At night and even during
the day they were forced to huddle together for
warmth.
Today, however, for some unknown reason, the heat had been turned up and
even without clothing both women were quite
comfortable. Apparently Zhuang
or someone in his organization had decided that it was better to keep them
warm rather than leave them continually on the edge of
hypothermia.
Sun Lin sat on the bed. She glanced
at Melissa and gave her a small smile.
There was little they could do to
escape. Even behind bars they
were continually watched. They
were also forbidden to speak, a restriction that was enforced by hosing them
down with cold water. But the
two women had managed to work out a crude form of
communication. They did not need
words to show their concern or affection for one
another. Or
to encourage one another to keep on
fighting. Somehow, some
way they would find a way to escape.
And when they did they would deal with those who had subjected them
to such indignities.
The sound of a cell door swinging open on iron hinges caused both women to
look in the direction of the noise.
A few seconds later footsteps echoed in the
cellblock. They came closer and
closer, finally stopping in front of their
cell. Several of Zhuang’s
guards stood there, all heavily armed.
The cell door was swung open.
“Out!” one of the guards
ordered. With little choice but
to comply both heroines stepped into the cellblock
corridor. Immediately an iron
collar was clamped about each of their necks and they were linked together
with a heavy length of chain. Sun
Lin and Melissa exchanged a glance.
Something was happening, but what?
“Alright, ladies,” said the man who had ordered them from the
cell.
“March.
The boss wants to see his prize
prisoners.” Both women
experienced a moment of trepidation.
Zhuang wanted them.
But for what
reason? With rapidly beating
hearts they turned up the corridor.
Whatever the reason, it was almost certainly something they would
find most unpleasant.
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