The
Adventures of Star
Eagle
Episode 1 Birth of a
Superheroine
by L'Espion
Chapter
5
Slave
Morning came all too soon. Star
Eagle had spent the night in fearful anticipation of what awaited
her. By morning the
zentoc had once again worn off, allowing her strength
to return and healing her battered body, but bringing with it the terrible
anguish of zentoc
withdrawal. By the time Kemper
swung the cell door open she was pounding on it frantically, and screaming
at the top of her lungs.
He quieted her with two squares of zentoc and then
went through the same ritual as on the previous day, having her clean herself
and treating her to a lavish breakfast.
Then fastening a steel collar and chain to her neck he led her from
the room and up to his office.
Waiting there was a tall, handsome man in his
forties. Star Eagle recognized
him at once from the pictures she had seen on her crime link on Karlas
computer. It was
Dmitri Vlasov, the most
feared member of the Russian mafia living in Grand
Centre.
So, the Russian said, this is the superheroine that caused
me so much trouble. His eyes
drank in her naked body. I
see you have been entertaining
her. Where is her
costume?
Here, said Kemper, touching her
medallion. You just apply
pressure here. He pushed
a tiny stud on the medallion, and the uniform flowed forth, covering her
body almost instantly.
Ah! exclaimed the Russian.
Talk about a quick change!
I wonder if the device is capable of being
analyzed. It would be worth a
fortune.
I dont know, replied
Kemper. I had a look at it, but
it seems unbreakable. I
couldnt open it even hitting it with a sledge.
A sledge? said Vlasov, arching one eyebrow. How clever. What do you use to open your mail, dynamite? He looked at Star Eagle. Perhaps my new slave can help me find a way,
Vlasov slammed a briefcase down on Kempers
desk. I will take her
now. Ten
million. Count it if you
please. Star Eagle noted
that his accent was very similar to Karlas, but his grammar was
better.
Kemper popped open the briefcase revealing row after row of thousand dollar
bills. He
whistled. I think I will
count it if you dont mind, just in case you
miscounted.
Go ahead, Vlasov
replied. And while you
do you can tell me about her.
Easy enough, said Kemper, beginning to thumbs through the
bills. Shes a very
dangerous package, but a little of this, and she is as weak as a
kitten.
Chocolate?
Vlasov said
incredulously. You must
be joking.
No shit, said Kemper.
Funny aint
it? I knew some women preferred
chocolate to sex, but this one prefers it to
anything. By the way, she calls
it zentoc.
Hold back on it and she will be begging for
it. Tell you what, keep her here
another half hour and see what happens.
If you say
so. Do you have any
vodka?
Listening to the two villains talk about her as if she was not even there
was almost as humiliating as being stripped naked and being led on a chain
like a dog, but Star Eagle could not think of anything to
say. What Kemper had told
Vlasov was
true. She was helpless and the
zentoc kept her that
way. Soon she would be in the
power of a man reputed to be the most brutal of Grand
Centres crime
bosses. She stood with eyes downcast,
focused on the floor. Her strength
was slowly returning, but as it did the craving for
zentoc
increased. After her long night
with only the three squares to tide her over, the two she had been given
were already wearing off, but she did not want to degrade herself further
by groveling for the drug in front of her new
master.
She held out as long as she could, but even before she opened her mouth,
her uncontrollable hunger for the drug became
apparent. Leaning on Kempers
desk, she doubled over as severe cramps ripped through her
guts. This was soon followed
by the panting and the sweating as the craving once more took over her
body.
Vlasov watched.
Looks like you were right, Kemper, he
said. You sure its
not heroin she wants?
Trust me, Kemper answered.
Chocolate is cheaper.
Vlasov opened the box of bakers
chocolate. Star Eagles
eyes went as wide as saucers as the delightful aroma of pure
zentoc wafted through the
air.
This what you want? he asked
waving the box at her.
Star Eagle could hold back no longer.
Yes, please, she answered, her lips quivering and her
eyes fixed on the
zentoc.
Incredible, Vlasov said.
Youre right. Ill
take her now.
Please, Star Eagle said
again.
The
zentoc.
One square, said the Russian, snapping off a
piece. I wouldnt
want you to get too comfortable.
Star Eagle swallowed the square of chocolate without tasting it and was
immediately immersed in the tide of pleasure that always accompanied
it.
Vlasov tugged on the leash and led her from
the building.
It was a long drive from Kempers warehouse to
Vlasovs country estate and
Vlasov had to supply the pleading heroine with
several more squares while they traveled.
Vlasov studied the heroine as her moods
shifted back and forth between drugged complacency to anguished
withdrawal. By the time the limousine
pulled into his underground garage he had devised several interesting ways
of testing her. Take her
to the new bedroom, he ordered.
Star Eagle did not like the way Vlasov said
bedroom. He made
it sound like something else altogether.
It turned out that her assessment was
correct.
The bedroom was a Spartan concrete chamber, containing a king-sized
bed and a variety of chains and other apparatus hanging from exposed ceiling
beams. She shuddered as she
entered. Kemper had improvised
in his torture of her; Vlasov had prepared a
specialized torture chamber. There
was one bit of apparatus in the room that especially bothered her and that
was a propane torch. She could
only imagine what that might be used for.
Vlasov did not keep her waiting
long. He arrived a few minutes
later accompanied by two of his henchmen.
He stood arrogantly in the doorway and surveyed his
prize. Well my little
zaychik
moy, he said,
finally. From now on I
am your master and that is what you will call
me.
Understood? He slapped
a whip in his hand as he spoke.
For the first time Star Eagle addressed her new master and she did not reply
in the way he had hoped. No
one is my master, she said, defiantly, least of all a man who
enslaves and degrades women.
In spite of her longing for zentoc she drew
herself up proudly and looked him in the
eye.
You surprise me,
milaya
moya,
Vlasov replied, a cruel smile flickering over his
lips. I thought you
broken. But I see you still
have fight in you.
So much the
better. I will enjoy the
challenge of breaking your will.
You will never break me, Star Eagle
cried. You can humiliate
me, and torture, me, and have your way with me, but I will never be your
slave. You can conquer my body,
but not my mind.
We shall see, Vlasov
said. It appears you need
some training. String her
up!
Star Eagle tried to resist, but without her powers she was helpless before
the two thugs who seized hold of her.
She regretted relying too much on her superheroine
powers. Her study of earth had
revealed that there were a number of specialized fighting techniques practiced
round the world, but she had passed up the opportunity to study them, believing
that her alien powers would more than compensate for any deficiency in fighting
skills. As she struggled helplessly
against the two large powerful men, she realized how foolish and shortsighted
that decision had been.
He was dragged across the room to where a set of manacles hung from the
ceiling. It took only a few seconds
to secure her hands over her head, stretching her body out and leaving her
vulnerable to whatever Vlasov might want to do
to her.
I think first the whip, said the Russian crime
boss.
And then perhaps a few more interesting
things. But first the
costume comes off. Pressing
the stud at the back of her neck as Kemper had shown him he watched in amazement
as the red, white, and blue outfit disappeared into the
medallion.
Yes, I really must find out how that works,
Vlasov said.
Then he brought down the whip.
Star Eagle, winced as the first stroke of the lash struck her
back. She was becoming accustomed
to pain. She had certainly suffered
worse at the hands of Kemper and his men, but she knew that the pain would
mount as Vlasov
continued. Soon she would be
screaming for mercy, an act that she had found only encouraged her
tormentors. But painful as the
flogging was, she was much more worried about her withdrawal from
zentoc.
The drug completely dominated her.
Even as she writhed under the whip, she began to call out for another
fix.
Vlasov stopped beating
her. A dozen lashes and she was
begging for chocolate. What kind
of freak had he paid ten million dollars
for? Surely this trembling bitch
could not be a superheroine. Kemper
had duped him. But even as he
watched, the brutal welts on her back began to
heal. He had never seen such
a thing. The injuries he had
inflicted should have taken weeks to heal and yet they were gone in just
seconds. But she was writhing
in another sort of pain. Her
laboured breathing and sweat streaked body pointed
to another form of torture even more
insidious.
Almost unbelieving, Vlasov watched the heroine
fall apart before his eyes. Her
powerful muscles flexed as she sought to break free of the chains that held
her; her entire body quivering as if she was possessed by the most deadly
fever. Please, she
whimpered. I need the
zentoc.
Please give it to me.
Tossing aside the whip, he walked around in front of
her. Her features were contorted
with a type of pain he had seen before on the faces of drug
addicts. Incredible,
he muttered. So much
power, and such a terrible
weakness.
You want chocolate? he said.
What will you do for it?
Anything, the tormented heroine replied,
Anything.
Will you suck my dick? He
asked.
An expression of bewilderment crossed the heroines
face. It suddenly occurred to
Vlasov that the teenaged heroine had no idea what
he was asking.
You dumb bitch, he said.
Dont you know what a dick is?
N
No, Star Eagle stammered, but Ill suck whatever
it is. Just give me the
zentoc.
I think Ill just let you hang, he
said.
No!
Star Eagle screamed.
Give
me the zentoc!
Vlasov laughed.
The heroines obvious distress appealed to his cruel
nature. Without a word he left
the room, leaving the heroine screaming
incoherently. Keep an eye
on her, he said quietly to one of his
henchmen. If it looks like
shell die fetch me back in here.
He stayed away for an hour. After
that his sense of curiosity got the better of
him. He could hear her screams
long before he saw her. Entering
the room he found that she had wrenched her wrists so badly that the manacles
on her wrists and her arms were covered with
blood. But her amazing recuperative
powers prevented any permanent damage, healing her almost as fast as she
injured herself. Her eyes saw
him, but there was not the slightest hint of
recognition. She was beyond that
now. He decided to
intervene.
A single square of chocolate quieted her and he witnessed the incredibly
erotic transformation that always took place when the heroine received her
fix. He wanted to fuck her right
then, but held off. There was
something he wanted to do first.
He waited until the first rush of the zentoc wore
off. He wanted her to be aware
of what he was going to do. As
her eyes flickered in recognition, he addressed
her.
Time to put my mark on you,
babe. Youre
mine now and I like to mark my
property.
What are you going to do? asked the still panting and sweat covered
heroine.
Vlasov had picked up the whip and was holding it
doubled up. Smartly, he brought
the lash down across her breasts.
Aah! Star Eagle cried, caught off
guard.
Short memory, bitch, said
Vlasov.
Do you remember what I told you to call me?
I remember, said the heroine, said
defiantly. But Im
not going to do it.
I think you might, smiled
Vlasov.
He brought the whip down again, raising a second welt on her perfect
breasts. This time the heroine
made no sound, but he saw the pained reaction flash across her goddess-like
features.
He kept up the beating for several minutes, reducing her breasts and shoulders
to a bloody mass of welts. She
was screaming freely when he finished, but it was not the pain that brought
her around, but her need for
zentoc.
He had only given her a single square, and it satisfied her only for a few
minutes. Now she needed more,
much more.
Yes master, she finally
relented,
I remember.
I wont
forget. Just please give me the
zentoc.
Vlasov shook his
head. He had beaten her savagely,
and she had not relented, but it was her craving for a piece of chocolate
that finally made her surrender.
Breaking off two squares, he satisfied her desire.
Next time you forget, he threatened I hold back the
zen
chocolate until
you go mad.
I wont forget, master, the drugged heroine
replied.
Star Eagle was mortified by her
concession. But she could not
fight the
zentoc.
Pain she could handle even though she might scream like a banshee,
but the overwhelming desire for the drug dominated her like nothing she could
have imagined.
Now, said Vlasov, back to what
I was saying. I like to mark
my possessions. And I intend
to mark you with fire.
Wh
what
are you going to do? the heroine asked as
Vlasov moved behind
her.
Just heat up my magic marker, he
replied. Stepping over to the
propane torch he ignited it and placed a steel bar under the
flame.
Well just let that heat for awhile,
Vlasov smirked and then Ill try it
out. Meantime you can carry out
that promise you made. He
unzipped his fly.
This, he said, is a
dick. And I believe
you made a promise to suck it awhile back.
Why did men not call their penises what they were? wondered Star
Eagle. And what was the fascination
with forcing her to take it in her mouth?
It was impossible to produce children that
way. However, she had no
choice.
Vlasov would withhold the
zentoc if she did not
comply. He had found the secret
of her cooperation and could use it to force her to do anything he
wanted.
One of the henchmen slacked off her chains, allowing her to fall to her
knees. Gripping her hair,
Vlasov forced her head back and then thrust his
throbbing member into her mouth.
She did a much better job with Vlasov than she
had with Kemper. After all, Kemper
had taught her how. Now
Vlasov reaped the benefit of that
education. Within a few minutes
she had the crime boss moaning in
delight. God, he
gasped, youve got a gorgeous pair of
lips. Gripping both her
ears, he hammered into her in a frenzy of sexual fervor, finally exploding
into her mouth.
Now swallow it, bitch, he ordered, as the frothy, sticky mess
he had released into her, dripped from her
lips. Her stomach almost rising
up in revolt, Star Eagle did what she was
told. Already the craving for
zentoc was returning.
Wiping off his dripping phallus, Vlasov zipped
up his pants and picked up the steel rod he had inserted into the
flame. It
glowed cherry red and he held it in front of the
mortified heroines eyes and she was once again hoisted onto her
toes. She saw the end of the
glowing rod was in the shape of the letter
V.
That wont do any good, she
said. Any burn will just
heal as soon as the effect of the zentoc wears
off.
Vlasov frowned.
He had not thought of that.
Youre right he said, but you forgot to call
me master. And maybe this will
help you to remember. He
touched the red hot steel to her left
buttock.
Star Eagle screamed in agony.
Vlasov held the iron in place for several
seconds, until her seared flesh had cooled the steel to the point where it
no longer marked her. Smoke rose
from the V-shaped burn, which almost immediately began to
heal.
Sobbing in pain, Star Eagle waited helplessly for whatever other torments
Vlasov had planned for
her. She did not have too long
to wait.
Get the jewelry kit, Vlasov said, turning
to one of his henchmen.
A short time later the thug returned carrying a small
box. Opening it, he took out
what looked like a pair of pliers and a gold
ring. There is more than
one way to mark you as my property, he
said. Chain her
ankles. This is going to
hurt.
Star Eagles ankles were chained to two large ring bolts in the floor,
leaving her with her legs spread and quite helpless to defend
herself.
Vlasov took her right breast in his hand
and using the pliers, pinched the ring through her
nipple.
you can heal all you want now,
bitch, he said. But
the ring is going to stay there.
Star Eagle whimpered as her nipple was
pierced. But she had endured
worse pain, and did not want to give the crime lord any more sadistic
satisfaction. He was, however,
not quite finished. Reaching
into the box he took out a second ring and repeated the procedure on her
left nipple. Next he connected
the two nipple rings with a length of short gold
chain. Then he took out an elaborate
gold chain.
He fastened the chain about her neck.
It fit tightly, hugging her
throat. From
the centre of the chain hung a second set of gold
links. This he hooked
to the centre of the chain connecting her nipples so that they were raised
slightly. And finally he took
out a large gold letter V and placed it between her
breasts.
Lets see your body get rid of that,
he sneered, admiring his handiwork.
He lifted the large gold letter, tugging it a bit and stretching her
nipples painfully. By now the
torn flesh of her nipples had healed, but it still hurt when
Vlasov tugged on them.
Now, said Vlasov, its almost
time to treat you like the whore you
are. He had deliberately
waited until the zentoc had worn
off. He wanted the heroine frantic
with withdrawal before her took his next
step. Signaling to his men, he
had them move her over to the bed and spread-eagle her on it, her wrists
and ankles secured to a different corner of the bed so that her body resembled
a letter X. Then he let her wait
while the zentoc withdrawal built up.
It didnt take long. Inside
of twenty minutes she was trashing about wildly on the
bed. If her wrists and ankles
had not been secured by padded cuffs, she would have rubbed them
raw. Inside half an hour she
was screaming so loudly that Vlasov feared his
hearing might be damaged. It
was then that he gave her the
zentoc.
He stripped off his clothes as the heroine went through her incredible sexual
transformation. Ordering his
men from the room, he climbed onto the bed and moving between her legs parted
the heroines inflamed vulva.
Star Eagle screamed as she was taken for the first time, but it was not a
scream of fear or pain, but one of unbridled
passion. As the
zentoc surged through her system she reached a
state of sexual arousal was far beyond that of any
Terran female.
Unable to control her sexual
fervor, she arched her back and thrust hard with her hips as
Vlasov entered
her. Her hymen was ripped aside
by Vlasovs ravening member, but the moment
of pain was swallowed in a wave of pure
pleasure. Bucking like a horse
she welcomed the villain within her, crying out in rampant sexual
delight.
Vlasov could hardly believe the sensation as her
hot love tunnel closed about his invading phallus and squeezed it like a
silken vise. Oh,
zaychik
moy, Vlasov
gasped. He had never had sex
like this before.
Star Eagle was oblivious to Vlasovs reference
to her as a little bunny, but she certainly acted like a rabbit
in heat. As the Russian ploughed
her furrow, she raised her backside from the bed, attempting to achieve maximum
penetration. Her throbbing vagina
contracted in her first ever orgasm.
Then while she was
still recovering,
she came again and then again. Even
a man as experienced as Vlasov could not stand
such stimulation for very long.
Much earlier than he had intended he reached orgasm, blasting his
load into her. Too overcome to
move he collapsed onto the writhing heroine, pinning her to the
bed.
Star Eagle experience the deepest shame she had yet felt over her
actions. Caught up in the throes
of a passion she could not control, she was nevertheless completely mortified
that the zentoc had forced her to give in to her
animal instincts. As
Vlasov lay on her, his eyes closed and gasping
from his own exertions, her eyes filled with tears of rage and
shame. She had experience the
ultimate in superheroine humiliation, and she had participated
willingly. As
Vlasov panted in pleasurable exhaustion, she wept
silently.
Vlasov took her several more time after
that. Each time subjecting her
to the terrible pains of zentoc withdrawal and
then forcing her into an enhanced state of artificial sexual arousal before
raping her. There was nothing
that Star Eagle could do about it.
Vlasov took her when he wanted and as often
as he wanted. But matters got
even worse when he began to share her.
As a way of showing off his superiority Vlasov
invited other men of importance to share his new
slave. Eventually she was being
used up to a dozen times a day.
When Vlasov was not doing her himself he
watched the others. But in time
even this form of entertainment was not
enough. He wanted something more
and his devious mind found a way of finding it.
Star Eagle prepared herself for the inevitable rape, but this time
Vlasov did something
new. Strapping a ball gag onto
her head, he tightened the straps until her mouth was forced wide open and
then sat down to wait. The inexorable
pangs of zentoc withdrawal soon laced her system
with pain. But this time she
could not scream; could not plead for release from her
agony. This time she could only
twist and turn in the anguish of her addiction while the villain
watched. And then, at the height
of her suffering, he mounted her.
As she bucked like a wild animal, Vlasov rode the
anguished heroine. Her muffled
screams served only to excite him.
Clamping his hands on her ornamented breasts, he thrust into her while
she writhed in delirium.
Fuck, Vlasov gasped when he had
finished. Its like
trying to stay on a tornado.
He had never had such a wild ride.
For the next few days, it became his preferred way of taking
her. For Star Eagle the only
compensating factor in the hideous ordeal was that when it was over, she
could not remember a thing.
But Vlasov solved that for
her. Sitting her down in front
of a TV set, he played back session after session for her to watch, ordering
her not to turn her eyes away.
Star Eagles sexual subjugation was complete. Not only had she been subjected to brutal rape, but she was now forced to watch her unwilling participation in her degradation. The shame she felt was especially deep when forced to watch her zentoc-induced orgasms. Vlasov had bragged that she was his sex slave and he was her master. Watching her mortifying performance on TV confirmed his power over her. When she was finally returned to her cell that day she wept. She was finished as a superheroine. Enslaved by both Vlasov and the zentoc, there seemed no way out. She was doomed to spend the rest of her life in sexual servitude.
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