The Adventures of Star
Eagle
Episode 1 Birth of a Superheroine
by L'Espion
Chapter
4
Clipping the Eagles Wings
Melissa stayed home that night and the next, working with
Karla. She felt she had something
to make up to the Russian redhead having drawn her away from her work, and
then there was the fact that Melissa herself needed something of a
break. She had not realized how
mentally exhausting fighting crime could
be. She was also not sure how
far she could trust Karla.
Caught in the act so to speak, she had been forced to come clean about her
secret life. She had told Karla
many of the details about her powers, but had kept back certain bits of
information, such as her susceptibility to
zentoc.
And while admitting that she was not of Earth, she saw no reason to
tell her that her parent (and there had been only one) was an eight-foot
tall blue-skinned giant with four eye stalks, twelve fingered hands, four
arms, four legs, and a pair of horns resembling those of a
goat. Nor did she think that
it was vital that Karla knew she had been hatched, not born, and that her
attractive navel was for the purpose of anatomical correctness
only. So far as Karla knew all
extra-terrestrials looked like Earthlings and that was fine with
Melissa.
Interestingly, what Karla had found most fascinating about Melissa was her
ability to change her eye and hair colour at will, asking to have it demonstrated
again and again in various colours and hues, until finally Melissa tired
of it.
I think you look better as blonde, Karla pronounced, as Melissa
went through her last transformation.
With green
eyes.
Ill try to keep that in mind, the heroine
replied. It had just occurred
to her obtaining a new identity would be easier than she had
feared. For the moment, however,
she was content to stay with Karla.
And it was more than a matter of
convenience. Melissa had truly
come to like the Russian girl. One
thing she had lacked during her first month on Earth was a companion, and
now she had one, provided the Russian girl stayed
true. It also solved the problem
of having to explain the gigantic holes in her knowledge of Earth and Earth
customs. After all, how could
a girl who knew so much about scientific matters not even know the difference
between perfume and cologne, or her own bra
size? Not to mention the embarrassing
moment when she had been seized by menstrual cramps for the first
time. Karla still had problems
understanding that one, but now at least the Russian girl understood that
there was a reason for Melissas mind-boggling
ignorance.
The third night after Karlas discovery of her identity, Melissa decided
it was time to return to the streets of Grand
Centre. The media had been buzzing
about the feats of the mysterious new heroine, playing up the episode at
Vicky Soares brothel for all it was
worth. It was important to keep
herself in the public
eye.
The sex trade was dented, but not broken.
However, the auctioning of young women as sex slaves had stopped for
the moment. Star Eagle suspected
it would start up again after awhile, but it was quiescent for
now. As a result, on this night
she decided to return to her original target the large scale raiding
of warehouses. She had received
some disturbing news. For some
reason she did not understand, the police had released the thug who had captured
her. She now knew his full name;
Wolf Kemper. The computer told
her that he was once more up to his old
activities. She headed directly
for his warehouse.
She had no trouble gaining entrance to the
building. Kempers henchmen
were nowhere to be seen. She
found that curious. Even more
curious was the total lack of activity in the
warehouse. Probably the
police shut it down, thought Star
Eagle. But there
was someone in the
warehouse. A single light glowed
in Wolf Kempers office.
Cautiously she made her way up the staircase to the small cubicle that overlooked
the rest of the warehouse. Inside
she could hear the sound of a TV set.
Opening the door, she entered.
Wolf Kemper swiveled in his chair to greet her.
Well, bright eyes, he said.
I see youve turned up
again. What is your interest
in me?
My interest is returning you to jail, she
said. I don know
why the police let you out, but you are going right back
there.
On what charge? Kemper
replied. I
aint done nothing
wrong. My lawyer posted bail
until my arraignment. You cant
lay a hand on me?
Bail, what is that? asked Star
Eagle.
Kemper looked at her in amazement.
You must be from another
planet. You dont understand
bail?
Star Eagle shook her head.
What it means, honey is that I dont have to stay in jail until
it is time for my trial. You
do understand trial dont you?
Or are you judge, jury, and executioner?
Star Eagle nodded. She did know
about trials. She had simply
not realized how complex the Terran legal system
was. It appeared that there was
nothing she could to the the smug criminal that
sat in front of her.
Kemper swiveled his chair back to the TV and clicked it off with the remote
control. Turning full circle
he swung back to Star Eagle.
So you see; there aint
nothing you can do to
me. It is nice of you to visit,
however. I been looking forward
to a second meeting ever since our first was cut
short. I also want to pay you
back for giving me this. He
held up his bandaged hand.
Star Eagle tensed. Kempers
calm was unnerving, but she could detect no danger to
herself.
You know, Kemper went on.
I been curious about you ever since our first
encounter. You tore into my men
like a demon. I thought I was
a goner for sure. Then all of
a sudden you were lying weak as a kitten on the
floor. And when we loaded you
in the truck you got your strength back.
That really puzzled me.
Kemper looked at his bandaged hand and
winced. Still hurts you
know, he said. Reaching
into one of the drawers in his desk he took out a small bottle of pills and
flipped off the cap with his thumb.
Tilting the container into his
mouth he swallowed half a dozen tablets.
These dont work worth a damn.
Guess I used too many rec drugs in my
youth. Anyway, back to
you.
Star Eagle turned to leave. There
was no point in listening to the thugs
drivel.
Just a sec, honey cheeks, said
Kemper. I
aint finished my story yet.
Why should I stay here and listen to your nonsense? asked Star
Eagle.
Because I am just getting to the best
part. Pull up a chair
and relax.
Ill stand, thanks, Star Eagle
replied. She was becoming
increasingly nervous. This thug
was too confident, too arrogant.
Instinct told her that she should leave, but curiosity kept her
there. Just how much did Kemper
know about her?
Fine, Kemper said, leaning back in his
chair.
As I was
saying. Your sudden weakness
and recovery really got my curiosity
going. So what I did was go back
to the warehouse where we first met.
Wasnt hard getting
in.
Just posed as an insurance
agent.
Checked out that isle where you
collapsed.
Star Eagle felt the hairs rise on the back of her
neck. What was Kemper getting
at?
You know, he continued, the only thing about that isle
was that it was stocked with Venus chocolate bars on both
sides. Boxes
of
em.
I thought that was strange.
It made no sense. Then
the old noodle started ticking.
He looked straight into Star Eagles eyes.
The heroine stood almost paralyzed as Kemper rambled
on. Had he discovered her secret
weakness? If so it could be
devastating to her crimefighting career.
Any criminal could defeat her simply by carrying around a chocolate
bar.
Youre not human are
you? Kemper
asked.
What else would I be? Star Eagle
asked. She wouldnt let
this thug intimidate her into giving away her origins.
You aint much for lying, Star Eagle,
Kemper said, using her heroine name for the first
time. I know youre
not human. I can see it in your
eyes.
And, he said opening a drawer, that means youre an
alien. And an alien might have
weaknesses that humans dont.
Star Eagle watched as Kemper brought a small box out of the
drawer. She had expected a weapon
and had tensed, preparatory to disarming
him. The innocent looking little
box caught her off guard.
A little present for you, he said.
Star Eagle began to back away, sure that she knew
what was in the box.
Oh, dont leave so soon, said a voice behind
her.
Star Eagle whirled, standing in the doorway was
Darrell. He had come up behind
her while Kemper kept her occupied.
But it was not Darrell that worried
her. In his hand he had an open
box containing six neat rows of dark brown
swirls. Chocolate?
asked Darrell.
Star Eagle felt a wave of nausea sweep over her, followed almost immediately
by an incredible feeling of weakness.
She staggered back against the desk and as she did so, Kempers
arm encircled her neck, preventing her from moving any
farther. Darrell stepped forward,
thrusting the box of zentoc right under her
nose. With a gasp, her legs went
out from under her.
Stop, she gasped weakly.
Take that away.
Making me dizzy.
Thats just the idea, bitch, said Kemper, reverting to his
previous pet name for her.
Tightening his grip he pulled her backward, bending her over the top
of the desk. Darrell followed
her, keeping the zentoc under her
nose. Too weak to resist she
lay helpless while Darrell handed the zentoc to
Kemper. Then he took her arms
and bound her wrists together in front of
her.
Darrel placed his hands on her chest and held her
down. Star Eagle was so distressed
by the sudden weakness, that she almost did not notice that his hands had
palmed her breasts.
Kemper leaned over her, his mouth so close she could smell the decay on his
breath. Well, he
said, if being this close to a few Venus Buds makes you that weak what
would happen if you actually ate
one? Taking one of the
small rose-shaped pieces of zentoc from the box
he held it just under her nose.
Star Eagle felt her senses swim.
The smell of the powerful drug filled her
nostrils. Weakly she gasped a
protest. No, please,
poison.
Kemper placed the zentoc between her lips and forced
her mouth shut. Star Eagles
body jerked as if it had been struck by
lightning. A euphoric rush exploded
through her body. It was a feeling
of pleasure such as she had never known
before. She could not prevent
the moan of sheer ecstasy or the sexual arching of her
back.
Christ, exclaimed Kemper, the bitch is having an
orgasm. I think we got
her. This is going to be some
fun.
Caught up in the paralyzing rapture Star Eagle was helpless as the two thugs
partly led her, partly carried her, down the stairs to the main floor of
the warehouse. There she was
led to the same crossbeam where Kemper had flogged her the first time she
had been captured. Tossing the
end of the rope over the beam he hoisted her arms over her head, but left
her kneeling on the floor. Then
he bound her legs the same way he had the first time, tying her calves to
her thighs and looping the rope about her waist and then back under her
crotch.
All during this process, Star Eagle remained helpless, for the most part
oblivious to her surrounding as she swam in the pool of ecstasy generated
by the
zentoc.
Only after she had been in the awkward and painful position for several
minutes did the effects of the drug wear off enough for her to be aware of
her predicament.
As her eyes cleared, Kemper positioned himself in front of
her. Got a question for
you, bitch. he said.
Whats the trick to getting that costume off
you?
Star Eagle shook her head, the effects of the
zentoc still strong upon
her. I cant tell
you, she answered.
The fuck you cant, swore
Kemper. Youll tell
me or Ill leave you hanging there until you come
around.
Star Eagle tested the ropes binding her
wrists. She was bound with only
a couple of strands, but her strength was
gone. The tough hemp rope was
more that strong enough to hold her.
There would be no escape unless someone chose to untie her, and Kemper
was not likely to leave her alone with one of his goons this
time.
Desperately she tried to think of a way to save herself, her thoughts becoming
steadily more anxious as time passed.
She began to sweat, beads of moisture starting out on her forehead
and tricking down her face. She
knew what it was, but she tried to fight
it. She held out for another
half hour.
Please, she asked finally, could I have some more
zentoc?
Zen what? asked Kemper.
Zent
chocolate, Star Eagle corrected
herself.
Kemper assessed the situation at once.
No, not until I think you deserve
it. Pulling up a chair
he sat down to wait.
Star Eagle clenched her teeth. The
sweat was pouring off her now, spraying the floor about her with droplets
as she began to tremble slightly.
Five minutes later her body was shaking alike a leaf in a gale, and
her teeth wee chattering uncontrollably.
P
please, she begged.
I
I
n..need
it. Pl
please g
give
it to me!
No chocolate until you tell me how to remove your costume, Kemper
countered.
N
no, I
I
I
c..ant!
Star Eagle stammered.
Then no chocolate, Kemper said, getting off his
stool. Ill be back
in half an hour to see if youve changed your mind.
N
No! Dont
g..go! Star Eagle
gasped. She fought to pull herself
together. Theres
a small stud at the top of the neck.
Just pinch it.
Kemper raised the heroines dark tresses, exposing the back of her neck
and the top of her costume. There,
as she had said, was the small gold stud.
Shit, said Kemper, I thought it was a
zipper.
Following Star Eagles instructions he pinched
it. To his amazement the
heroines costume began to feed itself into the
stud. Within seconds her costume
was gone, leaving her naked, a small gold medallion hanging from her
neck.
Jesus, said Kemper.
Talk about a quick change!
The heroine was panting like a dog.
Please, the
zentoc!
Oh yeah, sure, said Kemper dropping another chocolate onto the
heroines waiting tongue. He
stepped back to admire her.
Star Eagles magnificent body arched as the rhapsodic effects of the
zentoc coursed through
her. She was an incredible
sight. Kemper could not prevent
an exclamation of admiration from leaving his lips as he gazed at
her.
She was truly the most unbelievably beautiful woman her had ever
seen. Her breasts, swollen by
the effects of the zentoc were high and firm, hardly
quivering as she swayed under the influence of the
drug. Dark nipples stood out
like thimbles on the tip of each upturned
globe. Her waist was narrow,
emphasizing the womanly swell of her
hips. Lower down, her sex organs
were clearly in a state of excitement, her vulva swollen and slightly parted,
the open petals revealing her erect
clitoris. Kemper could hardly
contain himself.
Licking his lips, and fingering an erection of impressive proportions, he
stepped toward her.
And then
stopped. With an effort
he controlled himself. No, she
was not quite ready. He would
wait a little longer.
It did not take as long as he thought it
might. Apparently, the effects
of the chocolate did not last as long with repeated
use. Like many drugs it took
a larger and larger dose to achieve the same
effect. Soon the heroine was
once more begging for her fix.
He let her wait until she was screaming in desperation, her words so garbled
that they were incoherent. Only
then did he give her a taste, enough to quiet her for a few seconds, but
not remotely enough to satisfy the cravings that wracked her
system.
I
I
need more, she said
plaintively. Please,
youve got to give me more!
And I will, bitch. But
there is something you must do for me first.
Naked, helpless, and trembling from her addiction, Star Eagle looked into
the merciless eyes of her captor.
What more do you want?
Please give me the
zentoc.
Ill do anything.
Thats what I wanted to hear, Kemper
said. He unzipped his fly, taking
out his more than eager organ.
Take this in your mouth and give it a good
bath. Ill give you a quarter
of a Venus Bud, and the rest when you finish.
Not that! Star Eagle, wailed in
protest. The very idea horrified
her. Now she better understood
the fear of sexual degradation that faced every
heroine. But her addiction to
zentoc was stronger than her
will. Already the insidious drug
had her completely in its power as the agony of withdrawal wrenched at her
guts. With a moan she gave
in. I dont know
how, she moaned.
Ill show you, Kemper
replied. He placed a quarter
of the Venus Bud on her tongue, watching the strange golden glow in her eyes
as the drug surged through her system.
Open wide, Kemper promised, and do as youre
told. Or I go away and leave
you alone for a few hours.
Swept up in the power of the drug, Star Eagle hardly knew what she was
doing. She only knew that she
had to do as she was told, but she almost gagged as Kemper shoved the tip
of his swollen phallus between her soft lips.
Kemper moaned as the warmth of her mouth surrounded his
organ. Thats it,
bitch. Now close your lips around
it. As the dazed heroine
complied, he began to move slowly in and out of her
mouth. Star Eagles humiliation,
was complete. What more could
happen to her? Through
overconfidence, and her own weakness she had placed herself at the mercy
of her enemies and now she was paying the price of for her failure.
Now use your tongue, bitch, demanded
Kemper. Swirl it around
the tip. Almost sobbing
over the vile acts that were being forced on her, Star Eagle touched her
tongue to Kempers throbbing member.
The thug groaned. Almost
like a pro, he gasped.
Now suck.
The hideous ordeal lasted for hours.
She was forced to stimulate first Kemper and then
Darrell. And
then Kemper again; and again
Darrell. Then Kemper brought
in his other henchmen.
Plied with ever increasing doses of zentoc the
heroine willingly did whatever she was told, until finally her jaw aching,
and covered with the filth of a score of ejaculations, Kemper ordered her
cut down.
Her wrists bound behind her, she was marched to a storage room at the back
of the warehouse. Kemper went
with her, making sure that she did not attempt to
escape. But he neednt have
worried. The
zentoc had reduced her strength to less than that
of a normal woman. In spite of
her splendid musculature and perfectly conditioned body she could offer no
resistance when under the influence of the
drug. Even worse was the effect
the drug had on her
will.
She was completely addicted now, requiring the drug at frequent intervals
in ever increasing amounts merely to able to function at close to
normal. Her demand for the drug
made her completely dependent on her
captors. In her befuddled state
of mind it never occurred to her that zentoc was
freely available at any corner store or gas
station. Kemper and his men served
as her providers and she was bound to them the way a breast feeding infant
is bound to its mother.
Kemper accompanied her into the storage
room. Untying her hands he shoved
her into the centre of the room. It
was completely bare, lacking even a mattress to sleep on and devoid of a
lavatory or a sink. Kemper had
removed the medallion containing her uniform from her neck and she had no
way of covering her body. Naked,
humiliated, and at the complete mercy of her captors she stood in the centre
of the cell, her head bowed and trembling with the first signs of withdrawal
while Kemper gloated.
Not so high and mighty now are you
bitch? Where is the great
Star Eagle, posing with her hands on her
hips? Youre nothing more
than a cheap slut willing to suck the cock of any man who
asks. Kemper slowly,
tantalizingly unwrapped a Venus bar, watching the
heroines eyes as he peeled back the wrapper.
You want this dont you,
bitch? Cant take your eyes
off it can you? What a ridiculous
weakness.
Reduced to a whore because of a desire for a chocolate
bar. Tomorrow
me and the boys are going to have a bit more fun
with you. Then weve got
a special treat. Seems youve
been real annoying to the Russian
mafia. You busted up one
of their brothels and theyve offered ten million dollars for
you. My old buddy
Dmitri Vlasov has a special
interest in you. Hes the
one that put up the cash. Well,
its time for a nap. Have
to make a few phone calls tomorrow to arrange your
exchange. And then theres
our little session as I promised.
He tossed the bar on the floor.
I suggest you ration this.
Its all youre going to get for a few
hours.
Star Eagle pounced on the zentoc even before Kemper
was out of the room. His mocking
laugh as he locked the door emphasized her weakness and
helplessness. Suppressing a sob,
she stared at the melting confection that she held in her
hand. It was enough to last her
several hours if she rationed it, but the urge to consume the entire bar
was almost overwhelming. Slowly
she raised it to her lips and bit off just enough to satisfy
her. With a gasp she sank to
the cold concrete floor. A single
naked bulb illuminated the room.
High in the ceiling, it offered the only source of heat in the
room. Already she could feel
the cold eating into her. Wrapping
her arms about her she tried to keep
warm.
But more severe that the chill air was the longing for
zentoc.
The small amount she had taken lasted only a few minutes, but she
feared to take much more of the drug.
If she used it up right away there was no way of getting
more. Exerting every gram of
willpower, she set the bar on the floor and backed away from
it. She would try to last as
long as possible.
The cramps hit her a few minutes later, accompanied by the sweating and trembling
of her limbs that signaled zentoc
withdrawal. Within minutes she
was consumed by the overwhelming desire to satiate her hunger for the
drug. She stood it as long as
she could and then picked up the bar.
By that time she could barely walk, and her actions in retrieving
the bar were frantic. Before
she could stop herself she had stuffed half the bar into her
mouth.
A golden glow suffused her eyes as the zentoc took
hold, along with a euphoric sensation that was almost sexual in
nature. Indeed, her all too human
body exhibited all the characteristics of a woman experiencing an orgasm,
an effect unknown to Traxtronians, but all too
real to Star Eagle. Gasping,
she fell to her knees, the remainder of the bar dropping from her
fingers. There she remained for
several minutes in a position resembling that of the most devout worshipper
in a church.
Gradually, however, the zentoc wore
off. At first the only effect
of the weakening of the drug was that she was able to operate
normally. Getting to her feet,
she shivered in the chill air and wondered just how long it would be until
the pangs of withdrawal returned.
She doubted that it would be very
long. She was now consuming almost
ten times the original dose that Kemper had given her and each time she took
the drug its effect was more fleeting.
This time was no exception. All
too soon she felt the dreaded symptoms of withdrawal
returning. At her feet lay the
last of the Venus Bar. There
was only a fraction of it left, not enough to last her more than a few
minutes. This time she would
have little choice. She had to
fight the agony of withdrawal for as long as possible, resorting to the last
of the zentoc only when she could last no
longer.
She was on her knees, her body racked with pain so violent that she was sure
death was only seconds away before she took the last piece of
zentoc.
As before, she was swept up in the drugs
power. But as before it wore
off, and this time more rapidly than
before. After that she was pulled
into a nightmare so frightening and painful that she had no recollection
of her actions. She only remembered
waking up in the same room with Kemper cradling her in his arms.
Almost left you too long, doll, he
said. Thought you were
dead, but I guess I got here just in time.
Star Eagle managed to raise herself into a sitting
position. She was still in the
storage room, but the interior was now spattered with
blood. Her blood she realized.
Caught up in the frenzy of her withdrawal from
zentoc, she must have thrown herself at the concrete
walls and steel door. Her body
was covered with gore and she could hardly
move. But the weakness was caused
by zentoc.
Kemper must have forced some between her lips, thus reviving her,
but leaving her helpless.
Time to get you cleaned up, Kemper, said letting go of
her. His expression told it
all. She stank of blood, vomit,
sweat, and semen.
On your feet, heroine, he
ordered. Youve got
a busy day ahead of you.
Obediently Star Eagle stood up.
This time Kemper did not even bother to bind her, but simply looped
a length of cord about her throat and hauled her after him like a dog on
a leash. A short distance from
the storage room was a rather Spartan washroom equipped with a
shower. Kemper shoved her through
the door. Ill be
back in half an hour. Make yourself
look beautiful. You cant
expect us to screw you looking like that.
And just remember. The
chocolate will wear off quickly. If
you want more you better not waste time.
Miserably, Star Eagle entered the shower.
The warmth of the water stopped the shaking in her limbs and as the
filth was washed from her body her spirits revived
slightly. But the shadow of her
captivity and her addiction hung over
her. And then there was
Kempers obscure comment. What
did he mean by screw?
Whatever it was it did not sound pleasant, although no form of physical
torture could be any more degrading and humiliating than what had been done
to her yesterday.
A comb and other toiletry articles had been left by the
sink. Star Eagle combed her hair
and brushed her teeth, finishing just as Kemper
returned.
Well, you cleaned up real good, the
thug beamed. Come with
me.
Star Eagle thought fleetingly of
resisting. She was not completely
broken, and the improvement in her appearance had enhanced her
confidence. But she was already
feeling the first twinges of zentoc
withdrawal. A
few minutes without a fix she would be writhing in
anguish. She was at the
mercy of her captors no matter what they might
do. Kemper led her to a small
room. Star Eagles mouth
began to water as she entered.
Spread out on a table was a wide array of foodstuffs, from scrambled
eggs and bacon, to several types of fruit, a couple of loaves of bread, and
a number of sweet rolls.
Eat up, Kemper ordered, pushing her down into a
chair. Youll need
your strength if you are to survive what I have in store for
you.
In spite of the misgivings aroused by Kempers veiled threat, Star Eagle
ate ravenously. She had used
up a lot of her resources due to the ordeal she had been put
through. Even her alien-designed
body required fuel to function and without food she would soon run out of
energy. Kemper did not hurry
her as she ate, but waited patiently, chewing on a few strips of
bacon. When she was satiated
he ordered her to her feet and led her from the room.
She followed Kemper through the warehouse, finally arriving at a room near
where she had been imprisoned.
Kemper opened the door and ushered her
in. Inside was
a large bed and not much else, except for an apparatus over the bed
resembling a trapeze.
Brought this in especially for you, sweet cheeks, he said, patting
her backside.
After what had happened to her the day before, Star Eagle did not bother
to object to a mere fondling of her
buttocks. Besides, Kemper had
the zentoc and he had not yet given her
any.
On the bed, Kemper ordered, interrupting her
thoughts.
Please, replied Star Eagle as she carried out his order, could
I have some more
zentoc?
Im not feeling well.
In a minute, Kemper said.
First I want to make sure that you are
comfortable. Turning her
around, he positioned her so that the trapeze-like object was in the small
of her back. Then he hooked each
of her arms over it and pulled them forward tying both wrists across her
belly. Next he tied each of her
ankles to one corner of the head of the
bed. Moving to the wall he turned
a small crank raising the trapeze.
Star Eagle felt her body being lifted from the bed, but with her ankles secured
to the corners she could do nothing as her weight was thrown onto her arms
and her body pitched forward.
Kemper continued to turn the crank until her body was almost horizontal,
her elbows pulled painfully up behind her as they took her entire
weight. She gasped in pain and
discomfort, but did not cry out.
She still had some spark of resistance
left. What Kemper was doing to
her was degrading and painful, but not
disabling.
Kemper could barely restrain himself as he watched the heroines body
arch, her full breasts dangling invitingly and her hairless vulva fully exposed,
but he continued to tighten the winch until he had her painfully
arched. By this time she was
gasping with pain, her breathing forced and
laboured.
She was also beginning to sweat as her hunger for
zentoc
increased.
Please, she said, her voice more frantic, now, edged with the
pain of zentoc
withdrawal. Please, I need
the zentoc.
I need it now.
Zentoc, huh?
Kemper said. Ill
give you some
zentoc. I
got you some high quality stuff.
Purest bakers chocolate.
No sugar, no milk, no nuts, no
filler. Just
good old pure chocolate. It
will be interesting to see what it
does. Breaking off a single
square he thrust it into the heroines eager mouth.
Aaaahhh! gasped Star
Eagle. It was the most incredible
sensation she had ever felt, sending her to heights of passion she had never
dreamed possible. The golden
radiance in her eyes seemed to beam out like headlights and her body was
suffused with a rosy glow. Her
breasts lifted, her nipples swelling and standing tightly
erect. Her vulva parted, the
lips becoming visibly redder and her tiny clitoris swelling to several times
its normal size.
Christ! exclaimed Kemper.
He had never seen anything so
amazing. His fingers shook as
he wrenched his clothes off.
OK, bitch, he crowed.
Its time to make a woman out of
you.
Star Eagle panted under the effects of zentoc and
the pain of her bondage. Eyes wide she watched Kemper strip, suddenly
understanding what screwing was all about.
Oh no, she protested. You cant do
that. Taking a woman by force
is against the law.
Kemper laughed, as he climbed on the bed behind
her. He had never had an erection
so hard and so big. It was almost
as if the zentoc worked on him
too.
No, Star Eagle cried.
No, dont do this.
Im not ready for it.
The hell youre not, Kemper
said. He knelt on the bed behind
her. He had raised her just enough
that her swollen vulva was level with his
erection. Reaching forward, he
placed his hands on her hips and steadied
her. Then he thrust
forward.
Oh no, she cried.
No!
Nooooh!
Kemper entered her smoothly, her well lubricated vagina offering no
opposition. She was
tight. Tighter than any woman
he had ever had, and her scream of rage as he deflowered her bounced off
the walls.
Nooo!
Youll pay for this!
She screamed. Then
she burst into tears.
Kemper grunted as he drove into her.
He was fucking a heroine and she was bucking like a bronco as he pounded
into her. She screamed again,
this time quite incoherently.
Like that do you, bitch? Kemper
gasped. It took all of his self
control not to blow his load right there.
He wanted this fuck to last.
Star Eagle wept as she was defiled.
Heroines were not supposed to be treated like
this. How could she win the
admiration of the Earths people if she was subjected to such a brutal
and degrading ordeal? But she
was helpless to stop the vicious defilement of her
body. Again and again, Kemper
hammered into her, making no attempt to be
gentle. As her body shuddered
from each thrust he shifted his hands and clamped them over her quivering
breasts, compressing the soft tissue between his fingers and pinching down
hard on her nipples. Every action
hurt. The
zentoc took away her power to heal, and soon her
breasts were covered with bruises and her vagina was raw and
bleeding.
Kemper raped her for well over an hour.
It seemed many times longer that that to Star Eagle, but when he finally
spurted deep within her ordeal was far from
over. While
Kemper pumped into her a crowd had gathered in the
doorway. Darrell and several
other thugs looked on with obvious lascivious amusement, much to Star
Eagles further mortification.
But even more humiliating was the fact that one of them was holding
a camcorder, recording her sexual degradation for
posterity.
Kemper finally pulled out of her.
Did you get all of that? he asked.
Got it boss, answered the
thug.
Should be worth a pretty penny on the illegal
porn market. Especially
with the additional footage were going to take.
Right, agreed Kemper.
Keep on filming.
Its time for everyone else to take a turn.
Oh, please no, Star Eagle
wept. You cant do
that. It will ruin
me.
Dont worry about it, bitch, said
Kemper. The video is the
least of your worries. Now that
we know how to control you, youre gonna spend the rest of your life
as a sex slave.
Star Eagle sobbed as Darrell and the rest of Kempers gang swarmed around
her. The next six hours were
the most tormented of her life.
Darrell took her next, followed by each of the thugs in turn, but
the waiting thugs were not idle.
Her mouth offered an inviting target, and one after the other they
pleasured themselves orally. While
waiting for her mouth and vagina to become available, several of the men
masturbated and fondled whatever parts of her body they could reach, especially
her swaying breasts.
Periodically, Kemper supplied her with more
zentoc.
Even using the drug in its purest form she needed more and more of
it. By the end of her ordeal
she was up to two squares. She
was also absolutely devastated. She
had been brutally ravished and every second of it recorded for future
sale. She hung limply from the
trapeze, her thighs bloody from repeated
violations. Almost every part
of her body was covered with bruises and scratches, especially in the region
of her breasts, which were throbbing with
pain.
Hope you enjoyed that, bitch, said
Kemper. I know I
did. Tomorrow your new owner
is going to take possession.
You are evil, Star Eagle
whispered. She was too weak to
speak any louder.
Thanks for the compliment,
sneered. Then turning to his
men he ordered, Take her to the
cell. Give her one more square
of chocolate. That should hold
her until morning.
As she was dragged away, Star Eagle hung her head. Beaten physically and mentally and addicted to the most dreaded substance known to exist, she was helpless in the hands of her captors. She could not escape, and tomorrow she faced a life of bondage and sexual servitude. A sense of hopelessness pervaded every fibre of her being. As the cell door closed behind her, she lay on the floor and wept. Now at last she knew what it was to be truly human. Now at last she knew what it was to be truly helpless.
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