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Chapter
3
Ordeal
For obvious reasons the powers of
Kryptonians have always been a source of interest to me, Luthor said,
seating himself in his chair.
But I am also genuinely curious as to the extent of your powers
and the effect of kryptonite upon them.
It will be my pleasure to discover exactly how little is needed to
render you helpless. And it will
be my further pleasure to explore your body and its reaction to
stimuli.
Kara shuddered as Luthor
spoke. His last statement had
ended in a lascivious grin and his eyes had shifted to her nether region,
leaving no doubt as to what he meant.
The pain was still intense, but nothing like what it had
been. Finding her voice she
spoke.
You wont get away with this,
she threatened. I have
friends who will look for me. If
you harm me in any way youll wish youd never laid eyes on
me.
Oh I doubt that very much, said
Luthor calmly. I am enjoying
very much the sight of a superheroine helpless and completely at my
mercy. As a matter of fact, I
find it quite stimulating.
Karas azure eyes widened still farther
as they strayed involuntarily to Luthors
groin. There was no mistaking
his meaning or the formidable erection that bulged out the front of his
trousers.
Lets begin by seeing just how
much pain you can stand, Luthor
continued. This dial is divided
into increments of ten. The first
I call level one. Each successive
level is ten times the intensity of the previous
setting. The level of kryptonite
radiation is now at a level of two.
It was a three when you walked into
it. Lets see what happens
when I raise it to a four.
Kara tried to scream as Luthor twisted the
dial, but the pain was so intense that she could not make a sound, not even
a whimper. But her body responded,
arching back on the floor until she was bent in the shape of a bow, her mouth
wide open in a silent scream, and her arms and legs twitching
spasmodically.
An interesting substance, kryptonite,
said Luthor. An atomic
weight of 273; bright green; and it gives off an eerie glowing green
light. Despite the fact that
it is clearly radioactive, its radiation has no effect on terrestrial life,
but on Kryptonians
He
took out a black notebook and a gold fountain pen and jotted down a few
notes. Well lets
see. How about a level
five?
Kara thought she was going to explode with
the pain. Her already tightly
arched body curved even farther, prompting Luthor to turn the dial back
down. He made a few more
notes. It wouldnt
do to have you snap your spine, he
explained. Assuming of
course, that such a thing can happen to a
superheroine. I havent
determined yet as to whether or not your invulnerability is
affected. But I soon
will. He smiled again,
his lips twisting cruelly.
Kara could only whimper in fear as the
villains fingers went to the dial
again. She had fallen into a
carefully laid trap. Stupidly,
she had supposed that her super senses and great strength would protect her
against whatever threats came her way.
Now she was helpless, her body twisting in agony and completely at
the mercy of the deadliest villain New Gotham had ever
known.
Karas sense of relief was so immense
that she almost wept.
Luthors fingers had gone to the dial once again, but instead
of increasing the pain, he had decreased
it. Level four, he
said.
He left it there for a few minutes, his eyes
fastened on
her. He made a further notation
and then touched the dial again. To
Karas further relief the pain lessened even
more. Luthor leaned toward
her. Tell me superheroine;
does it still hurt? The truth
now, or Ill leave it where it is.
Dumbly, Kara
nodded. The incredible agony
that she had suffered had taken a lot out of
her. There was no way that she
wanted a continuation of the torment that had twisted her body so
painfully.
Good girl, Luthor
said. Now, I am going to
decrease it slowly. Tell me when
you feel nothing. He twisted
the dial again.
It was hard for Kara to believe how good it
felt to be free of pain again. It
was harder still to accept the fact that Luthor had only been torturing her
for about half an hour. It felt
more like a day. Her body was
completely soaked in sweat, and her muscles ached due to their violent
contraction.
Is that better? Luthor
asked. Kara
nodded. Are you completely
free of pain? he continued.
Yes, Kara answered, finding her
voice once more.
Good, now I want you to stand
up. Luthors voice
was calm. It was almost as if
he was a doctor examining a patient.
Kara just lay where she was, fearing that
any movement of her body would send spasms of pain through
it.
Come come,
superheroine. Surely you are
stronger than that. Do as I ask
or I will turn the dial the other way.
Kara did not have to be threatened
twice. Gathering her strength
she tried to sit up, but nothing
happened. She tried again, but
was unable to move. Her limbs
simply lacked the necessary strength.
I cant, she said
plaintively. Please dont
hurt me again.
Fine, said Luthor, at least
you are cooperating. Lets
try this. He turned the
dial once more. By now Kara could
see that at least half the circle of lights was barely
on.
Now, try
again.
Feebly, Kara tried to roll
over. She breathed a sigh of
relief as her muscles responded, but that was as far as she could
get. The strength to move any
further was just not there.
One more time, ordered
Luthor.
This time Kara managed to get to her
knees. Grasping the edge of the
large marble table she heaved herself unsteadily to her feet and stood in
the centre of the room, swaying weakly.
Excellent, Luthor
chimed. He got to his feet and
approached her, seemingly completely
unafraid. Now it is time
for step two in the experiment. You
have back some of your strength.
Lets see what has happened to your power to resist
harm.
The blow to her stomach caught Kara completely
off-guard. If Luthor had not
caught her she would have collapsed to the floor, but as she doubled over,
retching violently, he caught hold of her cloak and kept her on her
feet. For a full minute she could
only gasp in pain, her knees buckling, and her hands clasped over her
belly.
Luthor guided her over to the marble table
and lay her on the surface.
Excellent, he said
again. You have some of
your strength back, but not any of your powers of
invulnerability. He scribbled
a few more notes in his black book.
Kara lay gasping on the table, her back pressed
against the cool marble. The
unexpected and cowardly attack had almost finished
her. She wasnt sure if
she could stand much more. But
Luthor was just getting started.
Lets try this, he
said. He touched the dial
again. Kara gasped in surprise
as a surge of power swept through her.
Almost immediately, she rose from the table, but Luthor had anticipated
her recovery. Even as she got
to her feet she felt the strength drain from her body as he adjusted the
dial the other way.
Feeling
better? I thought that might
revive you, he said with a chuckle.
Now lets try this.
He turned the dial to a lower setting and bent over her prostrate
form. Without warning his hand
flashed out, slapping her hard across the
face. The force of the blow loosened
several of her teeth and badly cut the inside of her
mouth. As her senses swam he
grabbed her by the chain that held her cloak and jerked her to a sitting
position.
Well, I see that you felt
that. Pinching her lower
lip between his thumb and forefinger he forced her mouth open, noting the
dribble of blood from her lacerated
cheek.
Stepping back he twisted the dial
again. Once more Kara experienced
the sudden sensation of power as her strength returned, but as soon as she
sat up Luthor rendered her helpless once
more. As she collapsed back on
the table he returned to her side and prying open her mouth checked the inside
for bleeding.
Very interesting! he
exclaimed. Completely
healed. He made another
notation in his black book.
For the next two hours Luthor toyed patiently
with the settings. At times for
just a millisecond or so he brought her back to full strength and then he
took her the other way, even to the point of sending renewed waves of pain
through her body. Through it
all, Kara lay helpless, forced to allow the sadistic villain to experiment
upon her the way he would with a lab rat.
Finally at the end he seemed
satisfied. Rising from his chair
he approached her again.
Enough science for one day, he
said. Now its time
for a little fun. Rolling
her over on her belly, he fumbled at her neck and found the catch holding
her cloak. He removed the garment
and then searched for the zipper at the neck of her
costume.
W
wh.. what are you doing?
Kara exclaimed,
That should be obvious, even to someone
as stupid as a superheroine, Luthor
replied. He pulled the zipper
down to the small of her back, and peeled her costume off her, removing the
sleeves from each of her arms and then pulling it away from her
body.
Mentally exhausted from her ordeal, Kara cried
out in protest. Please
dont. Let me
go. I wont tell anyone
about this.
Broken so soon, superheroine?
Luthor sneered. Ive
hardly started. I have determined
that when I remove you from the debilitating influence of the kryptonite
you have the power to completely regenerate any damaged
tissue. I have also determined
that by carefully adjusting the level of radiation I can raise or lower your
superheroine strength. Right
now I have rendered you helpless, but in a few minutes I will return you
strength to the level of an average
terrestrial. Then I plan to have
a little fun with you.
No, you cant, protested
Kara. You cant do
this to me. She could almost
taste her fear as it welled up inside
her. She could well imagine what
Luthors idea of fun might be and she was absolutely
terrified.
Please release me, she begged
as Luthor continued to strip her costume from her
body. As each item of clothing
was removed her heart beat faster, until it seemed like a drum was pounding
inside her chest.
Relax, superheroine, Luthor
laughed. If I am right
about you I suspect that you might enjoy this.
No,
please! cried Kara as
he took her left arm and slipped a rope about her
wrist.
Please
dont do this, Im a
Virgin? Luthor finished for
her. Well of course you
are. Youd probably kill
any earthman who tried to mate with you.
But in your weakened
condition
No, Kara whimpered, as Luthor
lifted her slightly so that he could slip the rope over her
breasts. You cant
do this to me. She had
not intended to say virgin.
Her session in Kink Kennedys headquarters had robbed of
that. She was going to say
superheroine, but Luthor had jumped to
conclusions. Frightened and
humiliated she did not correct him.
Why not? Luthor
asked. Did you think it
was never going to happen? A
high and mighty superheroine brought down to the level of a
mortal. He
laughed. You are a
fool. The way you continually
placed yourself in perilous situations, sooner or later you were bound to
be captured.
I never expected this, Kara
replied.
Didnt
you? Constantly placing yourself
in danger. Going after desperate
and brutal men. It is simply
my honour to be the one to do the job.
Karas only reply was a sob as Luthor
continued to bind her. He obviously
did not know that she had already been
deflowered. The secret of her
violation and humiliation had been erased by the destruction of Kink
Kennedys headquarters and everything in it, including Kennedy and most
of his men. And unless she told
him it would remain that way. Her
ability to heal completely had erased all traces of the
rape. Even her torn hymen had
healed. As far as nature was
concerned she was a virginal as the day she was
born.
But now she was more interested in what Luthor
was doing to her. He had tied
her left wrist and pulled it upward by running the rope under her right armpit
and then across her upper chest. He
had finished by bringing the end of the rope over her left shoulder and down
to her wrist again. He repeated
the operation with her right arm leaving her wrists painfully crisscrossed
between her shoulder blades. Then
just to make sure that her arms were completely immobilized he took several
turns of the ropes around both wrists, lashing them tightly and painfully
together. Kara gasped at the
painful bondage. She could hardly
breathe and agonizing pain jabbed with almost electrical intensity through
her shoulder joints. Somehow
the cruel bondage was almost worse than the agony she had experienced under
the kryptonite lights. It was
not nearly as painful, but it was infinitely more degrading, signaling her
helplessness as both superheroine and a
woman. Weakly, she struggled
to escape, but was able to do little more than wiggle her
fingers. She was naked and
immobilized. And the ropes
hurt. It was something she was
not used to. She had experienced
more pain in the last few hours than in the first eighteen years of her
life. Luthor, however, was not
quite finished. Seizing her ankles
he bent each leg and lashed her lower legs to her
thighs. Then he stood back to
admire his handiwork.
The heroine lay helpless, securely bound and
still weakened by the kryptonite.
Her naked body gleamed under the lights with a thin sheen of
sweat. It was not warm in the
room, but he would not have realized it to look at the trembling heroines
body. Her long blonde hair cascaded
over her right shoulder, partially obscuring her face, and her full rounded
breasts bulged out from under her torso.
Luthor licked his lips. It
was time to have an even better look at
her.
Now to put a bit of life into you,
Luthor said. He adjusted the
dial on his console, and Kara felt some of her strength return, but she lay
quietly, knowing that Luthor could rob her of her strength whenever he chose,
and ashamed to reveal more of her body.
Luthor, however, did it for
her. Grabbing her by her blonde
mane he pulled her into a sitting position and turned her toward
him. Then he stepped back to
admire the view. Kara teetered
unsteadily, her weight now on her knees and
toes. Her back was arched and
her magnificent rose-tipped breasts were thrust out, the upturned nipples
pointing directly toward him.
Splendid, he
thought. The most beautiful and
powerful woman on earth and she was completely within his
power. He could not help feel
a surge of pride in his genius. She
knelt before him, like a supplicant, her incredible azure eyes wide with
fright. Her pouting lower lip
trembling with fear and humiliation.
But she did not look away.
Frightened and helpless, she still had the courage to face him without
flinching.
A work of art, thought
Luthor. A
goddess. As she shifted
her position slightly her high pink-tipped breasts swayed
slightly. Even robbed of her
superheroine strength she hardly needed any
support.
Lovely, he said
aloud. His eyes went to the golden
triangle between her legs.
Tell me, he asked, do invulnerable superheroines
ever shave, and if so how? I
notice that you have no armpit hair.
Why is that?
Kyrptonians dont have hair in
all the same places as Terrrestrials, Kara
answered. At least
that is what I have been told.
She was blushing furiously, but at the same time terrified of what
was happening to her. She found
Luthors matter-of-fact examination of her body both acutely embarrassing,
and incredibly unnerving.
Desperately she tried to think of a way out of her perilous
predicament.
That information comes from your cousin
no doubt, Luthor sneered.
It is quite amazing; you probably know less about yourself than
I do.
I had no one to teach me, she
replied, defiantly.
Well then, said Luthor, I
guess it is up to me. I think
Ill start with a cosmetic
change. He strode toward
her. In his hand he held a straight
razor.
What are you going to do? Kara
asked, her voice rising in pitch.
Dont worry, said Luthor,
Im not going to cut your
throat. At least not
yet.
Reaching the helpless heroine he lifted her
chin and looked into her gorgeous eyes.
So beautiful, he said.
And I can do anything I want with
you. Pushing her down on
the tabletop he spread her legs. In
his other hand he held a can of shaving
cream.
Stop, Kara protested, as Luthor
lathered her pubic mound.
What you are doing is
disgusting. She was breathing
heavily, her beautifully rounded breasts rising and falling
erotically.
Disgusting?
Far from it. I find it
quite stimulating. He moved
the razor deftly, each stroke removing a little of Karas golden
down.
You know, Luthor mused as he worked
on her, Ive desired you ever since I first laid eyes on
you. How old were you then,
fourteen? And now I have
you. Soon you will know the true
meaning of what it is to be a woman.
There was no mistaking his meaning; Kara felt
cold chills run through her body as her pubic hair was methodically
removed. Please,
she tried again, there must be some arrangement we can
make. Let me go and I wont
arrest you.
Wont arrest me? Luthor
laughed. You must think Im
a fool. I have New Gothams
greatest heroine completely in my power and she promises not to arrest
me. What would be in it for me
if I agreed to your ludicrous proposal?
Ill leave you alone, Kara
said plaintively. You
wont have to worry abut me from now
on. She was truly desperate,
and willing to promise almost anything.
She felt a leaden fear in her gut that was worse than anything she
had felt when a prisoner of Kink Kennedy.
Her ordeal at the crimelords hands had been brutal and frightening,
but somehow Luthor absolutely terrified
her.
You know, Luthor
said. I came to this city
two years ago to get away from you and your
cousin. Even before your cousin
sent me to jail the last time I had begun this
base. You can imagine how annoyed
I was to find out that just as it neared completion you decided to take up
residence here. He
grinned. But now that problem
is solved.
Luthor finished his
barbering. Laying down the razor
he ran his hand over Karas now smooth
pudenda. Just like a little
girl now. This is going to be
most enjoyable.
Kara had to clench her teeth to keep from
crying out as Luthors fingers caressed her
vulva. Her chest heaved and she
strained at the ropes, but Luthor was just playing with
her. He was still fully
clothed. He placed his hands
on her arms and moved her into a sitting position
again. Then he moved back a foot
and began to unbuckle his belt. He
grinned or perhaps smirked was a better
word. Time to make a woman
of you, superheroine.
Kara averted her eyes as Luthor
undressed. Desperately she tried
to think of a way to get him to stop, but her mind was a
blank. Luthor had her at his
mercy and there was nothing she could think of to stop him from having his
way with her.
Slowly, Luthor removed his clothing, folding
each item carefully and setting it on his chair as he did
so. Finally he stood before her,
his manhood fully erect and throbbing with
anticipation. His smooth body
seemed to shine in the light. He
was completely hairless.
Everywhere. In spite of
her fear, Karas eyes were drawn to his impressive
phallus. It was tilted upward
like a sword. The thought that
it might soon be inside her had her shaking.
No. Kara mouthed the word, rather
than said it aloud. Trembling
she could only watch as Luthor moved toward
her. She could hardly believe
that this was happening to her again, the greatest of New Gotham's
superheroines.
Please no, she muttered, straining
against the ropes that held her.
Placing his hands on her shoulders he gently pushed her to the table
top again. He could feel her
strength as the muscles of her well-toned body flexed beneath her satin skin,
but she was helpless to resist him.
Using his strength he bent her backwards and then spread her satin
thighs.
Only then did Kara
react. She knew her resistance
was useless, but she could not just let Luthor rape
her. There was, however, little
that she could do other than clamp her thighs
together. Luthor responded with
a laugh. He had hoped for something
like this. So far his domination
of the heroine had been entirely too
easy. He wanted a little bit
of a fight. He had actually adjusted
the kryptonite lights to give her a bit more than normal strength, counting
on the ropes he had bound her with to keep her under
control. She should have been
strong enough to put up quite a battle but so far had disappointed
him.
She didnt disappoint him
now. He had to use all of his
strength to pry her legs apart. The
heroine fought desperately, thrashing her body from side to side in a frenzied
attempt to preserve her virtue. But
it was a very one-sided contest.
There was no chance of her snapping the strong cords he had bound
her with, and the convulsing of her body was incredibly
erotic.
He clamped his powerful hands over her knees
and slowly parted her powerful legs.
The writhing heroine screamed in rage and desperation as Luthor slid
between her legs and using his weight flattened her against the top of the
stone table.
Legs spread wide, Kara bucked like a frightened
pony as Luthor mounted her.
Clamping her legs hard against his thighs she sought desperately to
hold him back, but inexorably his impressive endowment moved toward the heart
of her love triangle.
She fought to stop him with everything she
had; twisting her body so violently that he almost lost his hold on
her. Her wrists bled as the ropes
cut into her skin and droplets of sweat flew in all
directions. But Luthor kept his
grip on her, pressing her shoulders back onto the cold marble of the table
top.
No!
she
pleaded.
Please
no! She continued
to struggle frantically despite the utter hopelessness of her
situation. He now found her
resistance after all he had done to her
surprising. But he realized that
he should not have. She was a
true superheroine after all. He
enjoyed the struggle to its fullest, knowing that its outcome was
predetermined. Despite her every
effort there was no way that she could escape, and her fierce effort to preserve
her virtue excited him beyond measure.
He had never had an erection so hard and so large, nor had he ever
felt so completely in command and
powerful. Moving into position
he thrust into her.
Kara screamed in fear as Luthors lance
parted her labia. She gave one
last heave and then his superior weight and strength overcame her
defences.
No!
Noooo!
Aghhhh!
Her final cry came as he thrust against her hymen, ripping
through the thin membrane and taking her
virginity.
Now superheroine, You are a woman, crowed
Luthor. He held her trembling
body and drove deeper into her, delighting in her screams of pain and
rage.
You bastard, Kara cried, and then
she gasped in agony as he buried himself within
her.
Arent those rather harsh words
for a superheroine? Luthor asked.
He was amazed at how tight she
was. Her vagina gripped his staff
like a velvet vise. Every inch
of penetration was a battle. But
a battle he found most enjoyable.
Withdrawing slightly he thrust forward hard, enjoying the arching
of his victims back as he drove into her.
Kara whimpered in
pain. Luthor was
huge. Each thrust of his phallus
ripped the delicate membranes of her vagina, causing exquisite
agony. But more than the pain
was the utter humiliation of being ravished by the ruthless
villain. Pinned by his superior
weight and strength she could do nothing to prevent him from doing whatever
he wished with her. When he lowered
his head and bit down on her right breast she screamed like a
banshee.
Luthor worried her teat like a terrier, shaking
his head as his teeth tore her skin.
Sobbing, Kara begged him to stop, but his only reaction was to bite
down hard on her other breast, leaving her quivering globes torn and
bleeding. Raising his head he
clamped both hands over her breasts and squeezed until the soft flesh bulged
out between his fingers. Exerting
crushing pressure he hammered his pelvis forward while the superheroine moaned
and twisted in agony.
The rape continued for over an hour, ending
only when Luthor finally climaxed.
Shooting his seed into her, he rolled off her, breathing
heavily. You think
superheroines get pregnant? he
asked. Perhaps well
find out if I do this enough times.
Kara could only weep in
reply. Blood trickled from her
ravaged vagina and Luthors teeth marks on her breasts also
bled. She had been completely
defeated, and the promise of more to come left her utterly
demoralized.
Stepping over to his neatly folded clothes,
Luthor dressed. Then returning
to Kara he cut the ropes binding her legs and hauled her to her
feet. Come on
superheroine, he sneered, its time to see your new
home.
Kara walked unsteadily in the direction Luthor
pushed her. Her nether region
was so sore that she walked slightly bowlegged, much to the amusement of
the villain. My poker burn
you a little, superheroine? Well,
it might take awhile to break you in, but I suspect that youre going
to get used to it.
He pushed her toward the opposite
wall. As they neared it, Luthor
touched a button on the wall and a panel pulled smoothly
back. A small well lit room was
revealed. It was strangely designed
in that it was completely circular and all of the furnishings were placed
in the center of the room. A
double circle of lights in the ceiling provided more than adequate
illumination.
Here you are, Luthor said, your
home for as long as I decide to keep you
alive. So far I have found you
immensely interesting, especially the last hour of our
association. You had better hope
that I do not get bored with you.
He touched several more buttons on the wall outside the cell and turned
away. Then, almost as a afterthought
he turned back. Oh, by
the way. The lights above your
head are identical to the lights in the main
room. The first circle will reduce
your strength to that of a normal human.
The outer circle will kill you.
Stray into them at your own risk.
If you stay in the middle of the room your superheroine strength will
return. I suggest that you use
the shower there to clean yourself up.
You are quite a mess.
With that Luthor turned away again and returned to his
console. Once there he began
to work over the controls as if Kara was not even there.
Mindful of his words, she stepped into the
centre of the room. At once she
felt the surge of power as her strength
returned. Within seconds the
pain of her injuries was gone and all traces of the brutal rape had disappeared
from her body.
But she was still naked and a prisoner of
the demented scientist. Tentatively
she stretched her hand forward under the first circle of
lights. Immediately she felt
her strength fleeing her body. She
didnt bother to step farther forward toward the outer
circle. She had little doubt
that Luthor was telling the truth.
She also realized he was right about her
appearance. She was covered in
sweat and blood, and her vagina dribbled blood and
sperm.
In spite of the return of her powers she was
completely demoralized. Her situation
seemed hopeless. Fiendishly trapped,
she could think of no way out of the plight she was
in. Resignedly, she did as Luthor
had suggested and stepped into the
shower. Washing the evidence
of the rape from her body helped her spirits somewhat, but although she scrubbed
herself thoroughly, she could never get completely
clean. Luthor had defiled her
body and no amount of soap and water would ever get rid of what he had done
to her. Finally stepping out
of the shower, she dried herself and sat on the
bed. It was the only piece of
furniture in the room, other than the toilet and the
sink. No clothing had been provided
or any bedclothes. But the
psychological impact of her ordeal had left her so exhausted that it didnt
matter. Curling up on the mattress,
she closed her eyes and was soon fast asleep.
She awoke
screaming. Her dreams had been
filled with rape and torture, and when her eyes opened she was covered in
sweat and half off the bed.
Sweet dreams,
superheroine? Luthor was
standing in the doorway.
Kara glared at him, but behind her flashing
blue eyes was a hint of fear. Then
her eyes narrowed, as a sudden thought crossed her
mind. She was trapped in the
room, but the power of her X-ray vision could penetrate great
distances. Luthor was only feet
from her. All she had to do was
focus on him and he would be fatally
burned. And yet she
hesitated. It seemed far too
easy. Surely Luthor would have
taken precautions against such a deadly
weapon. She also had difficulty
in bringing herself to kill him.
Despite what he had done to her, she found it almost impossible to
bring herself to use her powers so ruthlessly.
But she could use her X-ray vision in another
way. If focused into an intense
beam the X-rays could melt metal.
She was trapped by the lights, but what if she burned through the
electrical connections powering them?
She felt stupid for not thinking of such an obvious tactic much
earlier. She immediately put
her thought into action.
The pain was of an intensity that defied anything
she had been subjected to before.
She lay on the bed, her limbs contorted with
agony. She couldnt even
cry out, although her mouth was wide open in a silent scream.
Luthor grinned,
maliciously. You truly
are one of the stupidest women I have ever
met. Did you think I would not
take any precautions against that deadly vision of
yours? There are sensors set
to trigger the lights if any X-rays are
detected. Congratulations on
surviving a level six dosage. I
wasnt planning to finish my pain experiments today, but since you have
decided to participate I guess I may as well.
Turning from the doorway, Luthor left the
pain-wracked heroine while he went to a
cupboard. He came back carrying
a heavy set of shackles.
Titanium, he
explained. Ive modified
it somewhat by bombarding it with
radiation. It is much stronger
than the regular metal but still retains its light
weight. It will be interesting
to see just how strong you really are.
While he spoke all Kara could do was lie on
the bed, trying to keep her muscles from contracting to the point where they
would tear away from her bones and
ligaments. If she could have
screamed she would, but her voice seemed
paralyzed. By the time Luthor
returned a red haze was floating in front of her eyes and she was on the
verge of unconsciousness.
Luthor punched a few buttons on the
doorway. Oh no you
dont, he said. I
need you fully conscious for this.
Kara gasped in relief as the pain
diminished. It was still
excruciating, but no longer so agonizing that it threatened to cripple
her. Luthor entered the room,
the kryptonite radiation not affecting him at
all. Dumping the shackles in
a heap on the floor he selected one set and clamped it on her left
wrist. Stretching her arm across
the corner of the bed he fastened the chain to a ring in the
wall. Strain gauge,
he said. It will test your
strength when you struggle.
Struggle? Kara
thought. The pain was so intense
that it paralyzed her. What was
Luthor going to do that would make her
struggle? The fear within
her grew as she wondered what his plans for her might be.
He fastened her right wrists in the same way,
and then dealt with her ankles.
When he was finished, Kara was spread-eagled across the bed, her body
in the shape of anX.
There, that should keep you from ripping
your body apart, Luthor grinned.
Now tell me when it
hurts. His fingers swept
over the control buttons. Kara
managed just one short scream before the pain became so bad that it froze
her vocal cords. After that she
lay in mute agony, her limbs twisting against the restraints Luthor had placed
on them. This time the pain was
so bad that the level she had been subjected to before paled into
insignificance. It was as if
every nerve in her body was being burned by a white hot
wire.
At the end of an
hour her bed was drenched in
perspiration. It was certain
that she would have dislocated her arm and leg joints if the chains had not
stretched her out.
Incredible, he said
finally. Level
ten. I cant take it any
higher than that. I would have
thought the pain would have killed you.
Kara did not
reply. Her breasts were heaving
from the pain and horror of the ordeal.
Unbelievably, the pain ended as soon as Luthor adjusted the controls
to the lower settings. She had
no strength, but the frightening pain had gone, replaced by a splitting headache
that simply would not go away.
Now to test your strength, Luthor
said. Attached to each of the
chains is a strain gauge. It
will be interesting to see just how powerful you
are.
Kara had no intention of cooperating, but
matters were taken out of her hands.
Luthors fingers flicked over the
controls. Above her Kara saw
several of the lights begin to move.
To her horror she saw that they were moving to direct their rays toward
her breasts and nether region.
Luthor nodded in satisfaction, and then punched the buttons of the
control panel. Kara felt her
strength return. Tensing her
muscles she pulled against the chains that held
her. But Luthor had judged her
strength well. Each shackle was
over three quarters of an inch thick and the chains
matched. She knew at once that
even her enhanced strength could not break them.
Hmmm, murmured
Luthor. That registered
over three thousand kilos. Is that all you
have? Immediately, Kara
relaxed, refusing to cooperate in Luthors experiment.
The villain grinned and touched
one of the buttons.
This time Kara did
scream. The rays burned like
white hot irons. Thrashing wilding
on the bed she attempted to snap the chains that held
her.
Luthor had a hard time keeping his eyes on
his instruments. The writhing
body of the superheroine was much more
interesting. Her quivering
pink-nippled breasts bounced alluringly and her back arched
enticingly. Quickly he took his
measurements as she fought desperately to
escape.
Fifteen tonnes, steady he
said. Most
impressive. And double that at
the peak. Enough power to bring
a semi-trailer truck to a halt. All
that power, and all of it mine.
He licked his lips, his eyes fastened on the enticing region between
her flexing thighs. He touched
the control panel again and watched the shrieking superheroine regain
control. He
smiled. He did not intend to
let that last long.
Kara lay helpless on the
bed. She was completely exhausted
mentally. Naked and frightened
she was at the mercy of a fiendish
madman. The chains that held
her were the least of her worries.
Her X-ray vision was capable of burning through them if she was allowed
to use it. But she doubted that
she would get the chance. All
she could do was wait and see what other forms of torment Luthor had in store
for her.
She wondered what had happened to the
villain. From her position on
the bed she could not see all of the room that lay beyond her cell and he
had moved out of her line of sight.
Suddenly there he was. He
had removed his shirt, revealing his muscular torso and powerful arms and
shoulders. In his hand he held
a tube that resembled the sort of tube toothpaste came
in. Slowly, he unbuckled his
belt, and then, kicking off his shoes, dropped his pants to the
floor. His socks went next, and
finally his undershorts.
Luthor, Kara whimpered,
youve won. Youve
proven your point. You are stronger
than I am. Please let me
go. You have my word as a
superheroine I wont try to interfere with anything you
do.
It was a humiliating
admission. She wept in shame
and frustration as she said the words, but she was
beaten. She no longer had the
courage or fortitude to stand up to Luthor any
more. The most mortifying aspect
of her defeat was the fact that she was completely
unhurt. Luthor had caused her
excruciating pain and had brutally degraded her, but essentially she was
unharmed. He had defeated her
simply by breaking down her will to
resist. But she had never known
the sort of torment that Luthor had caused
her. Pain was something foreign
to her and she was ill-equipped to stand up to
it. Now that she understood what
it was to be tortured she would do anything to escape further
punishment.
Luthor merely laughed at her
plea. You dont really
understand do you superheroine? I
have no intention of letting you go
ever. You are part of a scientific
study and I intend to find out as much as possible about
you. He paused to
smile. And have as much
enjoyment as I can at the same time.
Kara found her eyes glued to his startling
erection. If anything it seemed
even larger than on the previous day.
Her sea blue eyes got even larger when he removed the cap from the
tube and began to rub some green gel over his
penis. Kryptonite
lubricant, Luthor said, it should make our lovemaking a little
easier, and I am most curious about its affects on
you.
No you cant, Kara
begged. It will
hurt.
Thats part of the idea,
superheroine. Luthor had
moved onto the bed and settled between her splayed
legs. His phallus almost seemed
to glow as he positioned himself to take her
again.
Oh no, not again, Kara
pleaded. I could get
pregnant.
Wouldnt that be something?
asked Luthor. Imagine a
child with my brains and your strength.
He could take over the world.
Now youve really given me an idea.
No! Kara screamed as Luthor entered
her. Then her scream rose to
a terrible high-pitched shriek as a terrible burning pain filled her vaginal
region. The kryptonite lubricant
burned like acid. Contracting
her body, Kara sought to snap the chains that held her.
But her strength was
gone. The radiation given off
by the kryptonite lubricant had once again robbed her of her
powers. As Luthors burning
phallus penetrated her all she could do was scream in acute
agony.
Luthor pounded into the screeching, writhing
superheroine. Penetration was
much easier this time because of the kryptonite
lubricant. He had expected that,
but the pain he was causing her was an added bonus.
Then he got a bit of a
shock. He had thrust into her
only a few centimeters when his heavy phallus encountered an unexpected
barrier.
What is this? Luthor
asked. It appears your
hymen is intact. How can that
be? For a merciful few
seconds he withdrew from Karas throbbing
vagina.
Kara moaned; the burning lubricant still coated
her love tunnel. She was confused
by Luthors reaction, but thankful for the respite from the brutal
violation. Her relief did not
last long, however.
Apparently your ability to heal even
applies to the loss of your virginity, Luthor
said. You are a perpetual
virgin, which will make it very interesting if you ever bear
children. It will be the first
virgin birth in two millennia. I
will have to note this phenomenon when Ive
finished. As he spoke he
resumed his invasion of Karas garden of earthly
pleasures. She screamed in agony
as she was deflowered again, the burning lubricant setting her love tunnel
on fire.
The pain of this rape lasted long after Luthor
had climaxed. Kara was finally
forced to resort to a shower douche in order to rid herself of the brutal
pain. When she was finished she
lay exhausted in the shower, too beaten mentally to even drag herself to
her bed. How long can this
go on? the eighteen-year-old asked
herself. Each time my powers
are returned I regain my lost virginity.
Each day Luthor devises another way to torture and humiliate
me. I never thought being a
superheroine would lead to such pain and
degradation. She hung her
head as the shower beat down on her, the splashing water hiding her
tears.
From his console, Luthor
watched. So beautiful,
he thought, and so
vulnerable. Soon her spirit
would be broken. Then he would
be able to command her to do anything he
wanted. He would have a superheroine
as his slave. The thought was
incredibly intriguing. Just thinking
about it caused his organ to stir.
He had to put the thoughts out of his head in order to prevent himself
from dragging her to the bed and ravishing her
again. Tomorrow he had something
special planned for her. He could
wait until then.
Kara
awoke. To her surprise she was
still sitting in the shower.
Must have cried myself to sleep, she
thought. I wonder if its
time. It was certain that
Luthor had something planned for her, but there was no way of keeping track
of day or night. She assumed
that when Luthor disappeared from his console it was
night. But there was no way of
being absolutely sure of that. She
got to her feet. Thanks to the
restoration of her superpowers, the time she had spent in the shower had
not wrinkled her skin or had any affect on
her. Nor had the uncomfortable
position of her body left her with any stiff
joints.
Stepping into the main section of her cell
she sat on the bed. By now she
was almost used to being nude.
Almost, but not quite. Being
constantly exposed to Luthors lascivious gaze was something she would
never be able to accept. Each
time he looked at her a shudder ran through her
body. She could almost sense
his mind devising ways of further abusing
her. Resignedly, she waited for
him to enter his control room.
The minutes ticked
by. Finally, Kara curled up on
the bed and tried to sleep. She
wasnt really tired. Her
superheroine body was able to go without rest for days at a time, but she
was incredibly bored. There was
nothing to do in the room except wait.
She supposed that it was another of Luthors ways of breaking
her down.
She must have dozed off, because when she
opened her eyes again, Luthor was standing next to
her. She knew at once he had
adjusted to lights to rob her of her
powers. To her relief he was
fully clothed. At least she
wasnt going to be raped
immediately. She sat up, tossing
her long golden hair over her shoulder.
Beautiful as always, smiled
Luthor. He seemed almost genuinely
friendly, but the lust gleaming in his eyes sent shivers through
Kara.
What do you want? she
quavered. This close to him she
was completely intimidated. He
loomed over her; seemingly omnipotent, reminding her of just how helpless
she was.
We are going on a little walk today,
he replied. For that reason
I want you to wear this. He
held out a collar of shining metal.
W
what is that? Kara
asked. My slave
collar?
You can think of it that way if you
wish, Luthor answered. It is an electronic collar that emits
kryptonite radiation at the level I set
it. Since we will be going outside
the control room I need it to make sure that you remain in my
power.
Resignedly Kara placed the collar about her
slender neck. Luthor adjusted
a dial on the side of the collar and nodded in
satisfaction. I should
warn you, he said, that the collar should not be tampered
with. I have set an access code
into it that only I know. If
you try to deactivate it the radiation level will rise to fatal
levels. You will die, but not
until you have suffered incredible agony.
Thanks to my little experiments I have been able to calibrate the
settings exactly. I have them
set at level one right now, which means your powers are reduced to the level
of a normal woman. The collar
will remain set at that level until I see fit to change
it.
Kara
nodded. She had not expected
anything else. But within her
was a glimmer of hope. For the
first time since she had blundered into Luthors lair she was going
to be taken outside the room with the deadly kryptonite
lights. By Luthors own
admission there was noting to control her there except the
collar. Perhaps this might be
her long awaited chance to escape.
Her hopes fell a second later when Luthor produced a set of handcuffs
and ordered her to turn away from him.
Quickly he clamped the manacles onto each of her
wrists. Then directing her toward
the door, escorted her out of the room.
They had exited through the door opposite
the one through which Kara had entered the
room. As a result she was now
in a section of Luthors huge underground installation she had never
seen before. A long hallway stretched
before her with many doors leading to places
unknown. With Luthor prodding
her forward, she marched down the hall, her arms pulled tightly behind her
and her breasts thrust forward.
As Luthor watched her walk he had to fight
the urge to throw her to the floor and take her right
there. Even restrained by the
handcuffs, the superheroines body moved with the sinuous
grace. It occurred to him that
he did not know her name, superheroine being the only way he
had ever referred to her. He
must make a point of finding out what she called herself on his next session
with her.
He knew quite a bit about her now, from the
size of her breasts (they were a 35C) to the circumference of her waist (24),
and hips (34). He knew that she
was five foot nine inches tall, and weighed 135
pounds. But he knew nothing about
her personal life. She must live
somewhere, perhaps in a secret lair like
his. And she must have friends
and acquaintances. Sooner or
later he was determined to find out everything about
her. Each additional bit of
information would increase his hold on her.
Hes not paying close attention
to me, Kara thought. As
she had moved down the hallway a slight gap had opened between her and the
archvillain. Hes
gotten overconfident. I have
to do something. She slowed
her pace slightly, allowing Luthor to get closer to her and then suddenly
spun to face him
Her action was so abrupt that the villainous
scientist almost stumbled into her.
Bracing herself, Kara brought her knee up into his
groin. With a startled cry Luthor
clutched at his private parts and crumpled to the
floor. Kara did not wait to see
him fall; she was already sprinting down the hall, her eyes frantically looking
for some sort of escape route.
She ran past a dozen doors before she made
a choice. Just ahead of her was
a metal door that was larger than the
others. Gambling that it might
lead somewhere significant and not knowing of anyplace better, she turned
her back and grasping the doorknob opened
it. The door opened onto a metal
landing. Below her stretched
a flight of steel stairs. Without
hesitation, Kara moved down it. She
had no idea where she was going, but one direction was as good as
another.
It was not easy going with her hands secured
behind her back, and as she went lower she became conscious of the
cold. With the collar set on
level one, none of her superpowers were
operating. Heat and cold affected
her the same as anyone else and within a minute she felt her skin prickling
with goosebumps. Ignoring the
discomfort she continued her downward flight, descending several flights
of steps. Not once on the way
down did she pass any doors until she reached the
bottom. There she found a door
illuminated by a single light bulb.
It was opened by a pressure bar.
Using her hips, Kara pushed the door open and was greeted by stark
blackness.
Cautiously Kara peered into the dark, but
she could see nothing other than a steel landing and another set of
stairs. It was, however, very
cold. She sensed that the landing
was outside the building. Behind
and far above her she heard the sound of a door being
opened. She could not go
back. She stepped onto the platform
and let go of the door. Only
when it closed did she realize that there was no way of opening it from her
side. She was committed to following
the flight of stairs to wherever it might
lead.
Brushing against the handrail she went down
into the blackness. She could
hear the sound of dripping water.
Without any light to guide her she felt her way along, testing each
step as she put her weight on it, until she came to the point where there
was no step. She reached down
with her toes but could find nothing.
Finally she sat on the last step and extended her feet as far as they
would go. They touched something
wet and cold. The stairs had
ended. Directly below her was
water. But she could tell nothing
about it, except that it was cold.
She had no idea how deep it was or how far it
extended.
For several minutes she stood at the edge
of the stairs. She was trapped
somewhere outside of Luthors drug
factory. She could not get back
in, and it was very likely that she was being
pursued. For all she knew Luthor
might only be seconds behind her.
To stay where she was meant being
recaptured. But to jump into
the water might mean drowning. Her
hands were handcuffed behind her back and swimming would be
difficult. She thought that she
could probably manage to swim just using her feet if necessary, but she
wasnt sure. She had never
really had to swim before. When
she had taken swimming lessons in high school, she had always faked
it. But she didnt really
have a choice. Faced with being
in Luthors clutches again or taking a chance on drowning, she decided
to gamble. Holding her breath
she stepped off the step.
The shock of the water took her breath
away. For a few seconds she could
only gasp as she floundered about trying to keep from
drowning. Then she found her
footing. Still gasping, she
discovered to her relief that the water was only chest
deep. But she knew she had to
get out of it quickly. The heat
being leached from her body would lead to death by hypothermia if she did
not find dry ground as soon as possible.
The water itself bothered her.
It was possible that it might be seepage from some underground spring,
but its source might also be a break in one of the citys aging sewer
lines. However, she had no idea
which way to go. The water seemed
to be of a uniform depth and so offered no obvious choice of
direction. Realizing that wandering
aimlessly about in the underground lake would only lead to her walking in
circles, Kara decided to keep close to the wall of Luthors
factory.
For a few seconds she almost panicked when
she realized she was not sure where the factory was, but then she remembered
that she had dropped into the water parallel to
it. As long as she had not twisted
her body on the way in it should be to her
left. Two careful steps to the
side brought her up against the building.
Breathing a sigh of relief she began to move slowly
forward. In spite of the cold
seeping into her bones she dared not move
quickly. If she stepped into
a hole she would lose her footing and possibly lose her sense of
direction.
She was beginning to shiver violently
now. The cold water had already
sapped much of her strength, but she could still feel the building next to
her and knew that it was only a matter of time before she came to the end
of it. When she did she hoped
that the water would shallow. Even
more, she hoped that she might find a way to escape from the vicinity of
the building altogether. If she
could only make contact with one of her friends everything might be
resolved. Getting the collar
off would be a real problem, but perhaps her cousin or her friend Barbara
could help.
What she was really dreading was revealing
herself in public. She could
imagine the headlines Naked
Supergirl Found Cuffed.
And almost certainly there
would be someone with a camera to record her complete
humiliation. She could just imagine
trying to explain what had happened to her at the press conference
afterwards. If only there were
some way to escape and get back to her apartment without being
seen. But such an eventuality
seemed remote.
The ground underfoot suddenly began to
slope. Finally, she hoped, she
would be able to make her way to dry
ground. And none too soon; a
few more minutes in the chilly water would finish her
off. And then she saw something
even more welcome. A
light. It was coming around the
corner of the building. Hoping
against hope, she rounded the corner.
It was another landing at the top of a short flight of
stairs. But more importantly
there was a door with an outside latch.
Staggering forward, she climbed the stairs and tried the
door. It wasnt easy with
her wrists handcuffed behind her, but the latch clicked down and the door
opened. She was back inside the
building.
Does this make any sense? she
asked herself. I escape
from the building and then sneak back
in. But she had no
choice. A few more minutes in
the subterranean lake outside the building and she would have been too cold
to function. Already she could
feel the welcome warmth stealing back into her
bones.
She looked about
her. She was in a large dimly
lit room. But it was completely
empty. Probably it was one of
the growing rooms where Luthor planned to perfect his high concentration
cocaine bushes. There was no
way, however, for her to escape from
there. She had to find a way
out. On the far side of the room
were several doors. One by one
she tried them. All were locked
except one. It seemed she had
no choice. Opening the only unlocked
door she found herself in a well lit
hallway. Following along she
tried every door she passed, but as before they were all
locked. The eleventh door, however,
was not. Pushing it open she
entered and found that she was at the bottom of a flight of
stairs. Shrugging her shoulders,
she ascended, her bare feet making no sound on the steel steps.
At the top was another
hallway. As before it was lined
with doors, all of which were locked.
Forced to continue until she found an unlocked door, she wandered
through the building for another fifteen minutes, finally coming to a set
of double doors. With no other
route open to her she entered the room.
She immediately knew she had made a
mistake. Her bowels turned to
water when she realized what she was looking
at. Although the room was empty
the machinery within it clearly indicated its intended use as a torture
chamber. Then her blood froze
as she heard a familiar voice behind her.
Welcome back,
superheroine. The sneer
in his voice as he said superheroine, indicated a degree of contempt
for her that went beyond the ordinary.
Trembling, Kara whirled to face Lex Luthor once
again.
Did you really think you had a chance
to escape? Did you really think
I would be that stupid?
Luthor was speaking calmly, but rage flared in his cold blue
eyes. I knew where you
were every second of your pathetic escape
attempt. Did you enjoy your walk
in the sewers? Ill be very
surprised if you havent caught something.
Stepping toward her he raised his hand and
before Kara could duck, he punched her full in the
face. The blow, delivered by
a man who outweighed her almost two to one, actually lifted her off her
feet. She sailed through the
air, landing in a semi-conscious heap on the floor of the
dungeon. Luthor did not let
up. Walking slowly over to her,
he kicked her in the ribs, and then kicked her again in her left
breast.
Get up,
superheroine. Weve got
unfinished business. He kicked
her again; this time hard enough to lift her partly from the
floor. The impact knocked the
wind out of her. Kara could not
even scream. All she could do
was gasp for breath while Luthor delivered another five or six kicks to her
breast region. Finally, seemingly
losing his patience, he reached down and grabbed her by the
hair. Unable to stand, the moaning
gasping heroine was dragged across the
room. Then Luthor picked her
up and threw her headfirst into a shower
stall. He stooped and unlocked
her handcuffs, and then turned on the
water.
The cold water revived her a bit, but it did
nothing to heal her injuries. She
was sure that Luthor had cracked a couple of her ribs, and her left eye was
swollen shut. And after a few
minutes, she began to shiver
uncontrollably.
Luthor stood in the
doorway. Too cold for you,
superheroine? Then get clean
and Ill turn the water off.
He tossed a bar of soap at the
feet. Do a good
job. I want every inch of your
body scrubbed. And I mean every
inch!
Weeping, with her teeth chattering like a
typewriter, Kara scrubbed away. Her
hands were so cold that she could hardly hold the soap, but she knew that
Luthor meant what he said. It
took her a half hour, during which time she begged him to turn on the warm
water, but Luthor was adamant.
Finally finished he dragged her shivering body from the
shower.
I had something else planned for you
today, he said, but your little escapade, not to mention the
kick to my gonads has made me changed my
mind. You were disrespectful
and rebellious and you must be punished for
it. First however, I going to
give you a chance to heal.
Luthor brought out a small electronic device
and punched a few controls on it.
Immediately, Kara was surrounded by a circle of
light. These lights are
the same as those in my control room, Luthor said, so dont
try to escape. I am going to
turn off the collar for a minute.
Kara felt the familiar surge of power as her
strength returned. Each time
this had happened she had felt the urge to use her powers to escape, but
she knew that it was hopeless.
Moving a millimeter into the lights would render her helpless and
there was no chance of accelerating through them in the short space she was
allowed. And so she stood powerless
while her body healed, all the while wondering what Luthor was going to do
to punish her. Her anxiety increased
as Luthor was joined by two hulking
brutes. Luthor was not alone
in the building. He had his
underlings with him.
I guess I better introduce you to Jag
and Rok, Luthor said, as he twisted the dial on his remote control
and reactivated Karas collar.
Youre going to get to know them rather
well. Probably better than you
would like. His face as
he finished was an image of evil.
Put her on the rack, he said,
turning to his huge henchmen.
And they
were
big, Kara thought. Two
of the biggest men she had ever seen.
They were each close to seven feet tall and broad shouldered and well
muscled to boot. If she had not
been robbed of her super strength she would have welcomed a clash with them,
but reduced to the strength of a mere mortal, she quailed as the big men
closed on her.
Dragging her away from the circle of lights,
they hauled her over to one of the large torture machines she had
seen. Karas stomach knotted
with fear. What could possibly
he worse than what Luthor had already done to
her? Certainly nothing could
ever duplicate the terrible pain of the kryptonite
lights. And yet, she suspected
that the next hour or so was going to be one of the most painful sessions
of her life.
The rack as Luthor called it was
an upright machine in the shape of a huge capital
H. Connected to it were various
hooks, pulleys and cables, whose function Kara could guess at, but could
not be sure of. Helpless in the
hands of the two henchmen, her back was forced against the middle bar of
the H. Then her ankles were strapped
to the bottom of each of the uprights, leaving her legs spread and her nether
region wide open to invasion. Her
arms were pulled behind her and leather cuffs were strapped to each
wrist. Attached to the cuffs
were cables that led to winches set in the concrete
floor.
Karas body went
cold. Despite the pain experienced
under the kryptonite rays, this crude, almost medieval torture device seemed
much more frightening. The rays
she could do nothing about. But
this machine was something she could see and
feel. She had to fight very hard
to keep from whimpering as the slack in the cables was taken
up.
The squeal of the winch as Jag turned it was
like something straight out of a horror
movie. It was too frightening
to be real, but as Kara felt her arms pulled tight behind her, she was almost
sick to her stomach. The pull
of the winch arched her back over the crossbar and then as the tension increased
slowly began to pull her arms from their sockets.
Luthor stopped the winch before the pain became
too bad. There was something
he wanted to do first. Looking
Kara in the eyes, he slowly unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants, and pulled
his tumescent member from his shorts.
First, superheroine, something to warm you
up. And a reminder that your
unfriendly action caused no permanent damage.
Kara could not resist the
opening. She might be beaten
and in a hopelessly humiliating and perilous situation, but she was not defeated
yet. Im surprised
that there was anything there for me to damage, she said
defiantly. I thought you
had to be a man in order to have balls.
The two huge thugs
guffawed. Got you there,
boss, chortled Rok, his almond eyes almost closed with
mirth.
Shut up, you moron, Luthor
hissed. Ill tell
you when something is funny.
Despite
her peril, Kara felt a sense of
satisfaction. She was
not
defeated. Not until Luthor could
break her spirit. However, her
grim humour dissipated as Luthor advanced on her.
This time she did not scream as he entered
her. Despite the fact that this
was the most painful rape she had yet
endured. Luthor thrust brutally
into her. Fully healed, her tight
tunnel of love resisted his entry just as it had the previous times and the
pain of her hymen as it burst was as agonizing as it had been when she had
first been ravished.
Luthors attack was
almost frenzied. He ripped into
her with an insane energy that ripped apart the tender membranes of her passion
pit and left her bleeding and swollen.
But Kara somehow found a strength she had not had the first two times
Luthor had ravaged her. Perhaps
it was her defiance in the face of overwhelming adversity that helped her
through it. Whatever the reason,
she bore the savage desecration of her nether region without a whimper, further
enraging the angry archvillain.
Finishing her off, Luthor backed away, panting
heavily. Karas breath too
came in hoarse gasps, but she controlled her features, determined to prevent
Luthor from having any more satisfaction from her pain and
humiliation. Her bravado
worked. Far from being satisfied,
Luthor was further enraged. But
his next command had the girl of steel cursing her defiant
attitude.
Rok, Jag, Luthor ordered, Super
bitch doesnt seem satisfied.
See what you can do.
Inwardly Kara felt a sense of
satisfaction. Luthor had never
used a five-letter word to describe her before, but she also experienced
a moment of sheer terror.
Luthors rape had been painful in the
extreme. Her plundered vagina
was raw, bleeding, and swollen. Her
breasts hurt from the brutal mauling of Luthors hands and the bites
he had inflicted. She could think
of nothing more terrifying or painful than for the two huge thugs to replicate
Luthors violent invasion of her temple of love.
This time she did
scream. Rok took her first, and
his penis dwarfed Luthors the way a horses phallus dwarfs a
mans. It was like having
a fence post rammed into her, and her determination to ignore the pain lasted
only a few seconds. She not only
screamed, she begged the ruthless crime boss to call off his huge
henchmen. When she was turned
over to Jag, she was crying and screaming even before he thrust into
her. It was a most violent and
brutal rape, worse than the previous two
combined. Luthor had saved his
best endowed thug for last and Jags mighty lance seemed to rip her
apart. Her voice gave out long
before the rape ended and she was reduced to making incoherent squeaks between
sobs of pure pain and mortification.
Her bold front had availed her
nothing. All it had earned her
was a more brutal violation than she had ever experienced; one that completely
degraded her and left her in greater pain than she would have believed
possible. She realized now, that
painful as the burning rays of the kryptonite were, once they were turned
off the pain was gone. It was
not so with the brutality of the rape.
The pain remained to torment her until Luthor saw fit to restore her
super powers. Luthor, however,
had other plans.
Learned your lesson yet,
superheroine? Luthor asked.
Well, its fine if you havent, the class is just
beginning. He turned to
Rok. Tighten the winch,
he ordered.
Arched over the crossbar, Kara moaned as her
arms were pulled from their shoulder
sockets. Her loins felt as if
ground glass had been shoved inside her, and her breasts, already savaged
by Luthor had been additionally worked over by Jag and
Rok. Blood from her ravished
vagina trickled down her long legs and welled up from a dozen bite marks
on her breasts. She stank of
sperm and sweat and her voice was so hoarse from screaming that she could
only whimper in pain as her body was slowly torn apart.
The rack was a truly horrible apparatus. As the tension of the winch pulled her joints apart, her back was arched until Kara was sure that her spine was going to snap. The pain was crippling, exceeding the agony of the gang rape, and it got worse, spreading to her hips as she was bent farther and farther over the cross brace. Slowly but surely, every joint in her arms and legs was pulled apart and then Luthor ordered Rok to leave her there. The thug ceased tightening the winch, but left the tension where he had set it. For the next three hours, Kara experienced the most excruciating pain she had ever known. Finally, exhausted past even her endurance, she did what had never happened to her before in her life; she fainted, finding relief from the pain in the realm of oblivion.
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