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Chapter
6
Barbaras
Ordeal
Barbara whimpered in
agony. She had been stretched
by the winch for several hours now, ever since Diana had been led from the
room. Her mind, however, was
not focused on herself, but on her two
companions. The sight of Kara
being cruelly tortured haunted her mind.
How could someone with Karas powers be so easily
defeated? And her
screams! The sound of her torment
had chilled her to the bone. Even
now, two hours later Karas shrieks rang in her
ears. And Diana, led away like
some sex slave. She would never
have believed that the Amazon could be subjected to such
humiliation. There was no doubt
in her mind about what Luthor intended to do to
her. The thought filled her with
fear. When Luthor returned, what
would be her fate?
She started as the door to the room
opened. She expected to see Luthor,
but it was Diana who entered the room.
The Amazon was led by Jag, an iron collar about her
neck. Her head was bowed and
she refused to look toward Barbara, but there was no doubt what had been
done to her. She was having trouble
walking and her thighs were stained with
blood. Oh no, thought
Barbara, not Diana too.
Tears filled her mahogany eyes as she beheld the beaten heroine being
led back to the rack. Barbara
could look no more. She turned
her head away.
Sad isnt it? came Luthors
voice. He had come in behind
her. A mighty superheroine
broken. How do you think you
will fare, my little bat?
The villain moved into sight, a self-satisfied
grin on his smooth face.
Very brave of you, Luthor, Barbara spat between clenched
teeth. Youve very
good at handling women who are bound hand and foot, especially with your
two thugs to back you up.
It wont work, my dear, Luthor
sneered. I have no intention
of letting you loose so that you can practice your martial arts skills on
me. I am in control here, and
I intend to remain in control. You,
however, might find it difficult to maintain your composure when I am through
with you.
Tell me Luthor, Barbara
replied. Do you molest
women to make up for a complete sense of inferiority or is it the only way
you can get any member of the opposite sex to notice
you?
Clever question, Luthor
said. And is chasing criminals
in skin tight spandex the only way you can get a man or do you prefer
women?
Bastard, thought
Barbara. Im only
providing him with free entertainment.
As if being strung up naked in front of the pervert isnt
enough. The pain of the
rack sapped her strength. She
no longer had the energy to exchange words with the evil
scientist.
She was acutely aware of her naked
helplessness. How could she not
be? Luthor made no secret of
his lust. His eyes inspected
every inch of her body. Arched
back in an excruciatingly painful position, she wondered if she would be
able to stand when Luthor finally saw fit to release her from her
bondage. And when he did, what
would he do with her? Beads of
sweat stood out on her forehead as she thought of what he had done to Kara
and Diana. Would he do the same
to her? She did not doubt that
he would. The only question was
when. Somehow she had to escape
before that happened. She could
not let a vile thug like Luthor deflower her.
Remove her from the rack, Luthor
ordered, and take her to the ring.
Im going to find out if she is as tough as she thinks she
is.
The ring? Barbara
thought. It sounded
ominous. She winced as Rok, slacked
off the winch. The pain of being
returned to a normal position was almost as bad as being
stretched. As with Diana, Rok
took care to ensure that she did not
escape. An iron collar was attached
to her neck, and short chains were run from the collar to her
wrists. The result was to pull
her hand up levels with her shoulders and prevent her from moving her arms
more than six inches. Her ankles
were similarly secured, a chain being run between them to serve as a
tether. She would not be able
to run or more importantly, use her deadly feet to
attack.
Barbara thought the bondage a bit
excessive. She was so crippled
from her long stay in the rack that she could hardly move, much less fight
anyone, but she had little choice in the
matter. Every step torment, she
allowed herself to be led from the room.
Diana watched the teen disappear through the
door. Humiliated by her brutal
violation at Luthors hands, she was too mortified to speak, and so
she said nothing as her friend was led
away. She instantly regretted
it. A word of encouragement would
have cost her nothing and would have shown Barbara that she was not badly
hurt. She thought of the young
teen, forced to face Luthor and his thugs on her own, totally helpless, and
she had not so much as spoken her name.
Jag diverted her mind to her own
predicament. He did not put her
back in the rack, but instead took her to a large gleaming metal
wheel. It resembled a wagon wheel
in that eight metal spokes radiated out from a central hub to a heavy metal
rim, but it was much wider, the outer rim of the wheel being a foot wide
and six inched thick. There were
four holes in the rim, spaced an equal distance
apart. Diana knew at once what
they were for and so she was not surprised when Jag ordered to climb onto
the wheel and place her hands and feet through the
holes. For an instant, Diana
thought about forcing Jag to lock her into the wheel, but the memory of what
Luthor had done to Kara came immediately to her
mind. She had suffered enough
pain for one day. She had no
intention of giving Luthor or any of his henchmen an excuse they didnt
need to brutalize her further.
Jag clamped a giant set of manacles over her
wrists and an equally large set of irons over her ankles, anchoring her securely
into the wheel. She wondered
what the massive apparatus was intended
for. It was almost as if Jag
expected her super strength to return, and without her magic belt that was
impossible. As the final shackle
was locked into place, Luthor approached
her. He had temporarily disappeared
and now she saw what he had gone to
fetch. Gleaming undamaged in
his hands was her magic belt. Her
eyes widened as she gazed on the source of her
power. If only she could get
her hands on it, just for a few seconds.
Ill bet you want this dont
you, Amazon? Luthor asked, dangling the belt in front of
her. Well, youre
going to get your wish.
To Dianas astonishment, Luthor strapped
the belt around her slender waist.
The transformation was immediate.
As her magical strength returned, her body almost glowed with
vitality. The bruises and cuts
inflicted by Luthors depravity healed and
faded. Her eyes blazed with an
intense light and even her dark tresses seemed to take on a special
sheen.
Ahhh!
Diana
gasped.
She had forgotten what
it was like to wear the belt for the first
time. When, as a young woman,
the belt had first been bestowed on her she had almost had an
orgasm. If it had not been for
the hopeless position she found herself in she might indeed have had an erotic
experience.
Luthor stood amazed at the
transformation. It was as if
the Amazon glowed with some inner light.
Her muscles rippled beneath her velvet skin; her body flushed with
life; her nipples stood out from her creamy breasts like twin minarets welcoming
the dawn. Incredible,
he murmured, taking a step backward.
She was unbelievably alive and beautiful, rivaling the blonde Kryptonian
in her dark-haired splendor.
But Diana was not interested in her
appearance. She sought only to
escape, and Luthor had given her the
opportunity. Flexing her powerful
muscles she sought to rip the metal ring that held her to
bits. To her stunned amazement,
nothing happened.
Unable to believe that
anything could resist her strength, Diana tried again, straining her body
to the utmost. For five minutes
she fought to escape, twisting and turning in an effort to find a weakness
in the metal ring, but it held her without
giving. Finally she slumped,
temporarily exhausted, her magnificent body covered with sweat, and tears
of rage and frustration running down her cheeks.
Luthor
laughed. What a performance,
Amazon. Well have to have
you repeat that soon. It is most
enjoyable seeing a superheroine meet her
match. By the way, your blonde
superheroine friend couldnt break my irradiated titanium
either. Like her there is a limit
to your strength.
He stepped up to her and paced his hand on
her inner thigh. And like
her, you have the power to recover from your
injuries. Diana shuddered
in disgust as he inserted his middle finger into her
vagina. Hmm, he said
thoughtfully, I see there is one
difference. You have not recovered
your virginity. Pity, I was looking
forward to taking it again.
Wheel her down to the ring, he
ordered Jag. I want to
her to witness the batgirls
initiation. Jag
nodded. Diana found to her surprise
that the huge wheel she was fastened into was
mobile. Jag rumbled it out of
the room and down the hall without effort.
They entered a large room that resembled a
gymnasium. It was full of athletic
equipment, including a full sized boxing ring surrounded by a metal
cage. In the center of the ring
stood Barbara and off to one side, wearing her gleaming metal collar was
Kara. Diana wondered why the
supergirl did not try to escape.
She was unrestrained except for a set of light
shackles. She guessed it had
something to do with the collar. No
doubt kryptonite was involved somehow.
But it was Barbara she focused
on. The girl was in the ring
facing Rok. All of her restraints
had been removed except a chain connected to her collar that was locked to
one of the ring posts. Rok was
stripped down to his shorts, and his gigantic body glistened with
oil. It appeared that Luthor
had decided to pit the slender girl against the oversized
behemoth.
It appeared a one-sided
contest. Diana knew that Barbara
had spent hours chained to the rack.
It was a wonder she could still walk, much less
fight. But Diana knew that Barbara
was reputed to have tremendous powers of
recovery. That supple body was
capable of scaling the sides of buildings using nothing more that a thin
line for support, and leaping across chasm-like gaps in pursuit of
criminals. It was just possible
that the hulking brute across from her was in for a
surprise.
Barbara surveyed her
foe. There was no way she could
match the giant in strength. Her
only hope was to use her superior speed and agility, or at least what she
hoped was her superior speed and agility.
So far in this adventure everything had gone
wrong. What if the giant was
not only strong, but quick? Also,
she was not at her top form. The
rack had taken a good deal out of her.
Just how much she wasnt sure; and there was only one way to
find out. Flexing her muscles
she prepared for the battle ahead.
Just to make this interesting my little
fledermaus
how about if I promise to let you go if you win?
What about my friends? countered
Barbara.
Your friends? asked Luthor, disbelief
in his voice. You dont
ask for much do you?
If my friends dont go free, then
I dont go free. The
finality in her voice told Luthor that her decision was not going to be
reversed.
Get out, BG! yelled Kara
suddenly. Dont stay
here for me!
Very noble, sneered
Luthor. One superheroine
sacrificing herself for another.
Why does that not surprise
me? He seemed to think
for a second and then continued.
Alright, he said, you all go free, but if you lose
you must promise to serve me as my personal servant in all ways until I see
fit to set you free.
Agreed, said Barbara, but
first we set the conditions.
Of course, Luthor
agreed.
Dont do it Barbara, screamed
Kara. He never keeps his
word.
Then I dont need to keep mine,
Barbara said.
No! Kara continued, You
dont understand! He will
not let you win. You will be
trapped into the agreement.
For Christs sake gag her,
shouted Luthor. And the
Amazon too.
As Kara and Diana were gagged, Luthor explained
the rules. Three
falls. The first person in the
ring to be pinned or knocked down three times
loses. Anything wrong with those
terms?
No, replied
Barbara. I dont think
so. She had the feeling
that she was being tricked, but couldnt find anything wrong with what
Luthor had said.
Then it is an agreement? Luthor
asked. The first person
to be pinned three times remember?
I want your superheroine oath.
My oath? asked
Barbara.
Yes your
oath. Or there is no
deal. Remember I have the upper
hand here.
You have my oath as a heroine,
Barbara replied. Now what
about yours?
Do villains have an oath? laughed
Luthor. Well, I give
it. Will you accept
it?
I have no choice, Barbara
replied.
Then lets get the contest
underway. Release her from the
restraints.
Jag unsnapped the chain from the
collar. Without further ceremony
Rok moved toward her. For a big
man he moved amazingly fast, crossing the ring in just three long
strides.
But Barbara was
ready. It was what she had trained
for all her life. In spite of
her confinement in the rack, she stepped under the lunging giants attack
and skipped across to the other side of the ring.
In terms of strength she was completely
overmatched. Her only chance
was to stay away from her massive
opponent. Float like a
butterfly, sting like a bee, she
thought.
Rok seemed annoyed at the ease with which
Barbara had avoided him. With
a curse he swung around.
Bloody bat bitch. Hesitating less than a second he came
at her again, arms spread wide in the hopes of cornering
her.
But Barbara was not to be caught so
easily. Waiting until the last
instant, she once more ducked under Roks arms and spun across the
ring. She made no attempt to
attack her huge opponent. She
first wanted to gauge her adversarys reaction and to tire him out a
bit.
His anger mounting, Rok charged wildly about
the ring, each clumsy attack increasing his anger
exponentially. Barbara easily
eluded the lumbering lummox and then began to strike
back.
As the elephantine thug bulldozed by, her
right leg snapped out, catching him in the lower
ribs. The blow from the slender
girl seemed harmless enough, but Barbara put all of her strength into
it. Rok grunted in agony, his
hand going to his right side.
Without hesitation, Barbara followed up the opening, hammering her
fists into the thugs nose and jaw.
The jolt went all the way up her arm, leaving
her temporarily numb. The mans
jaw was like iron. Fortunately
his nose was not. Reeling under
the attack, Rok staggered away from her, further exposing himself to her
attack. Using just her feet,
Barbara struck at the brutes ribs as his hands went to his bloody
nose. The result was very satisfying;
Rok lost his balance and crashed to the
canvas. Quick as a cat, Barbara
was on him, hammering his head into the deck.
Fall! shouted
Luthor. Return to your
corner.
Surprised, Barbara stopped her
assault. Rok lay semiconscious
in the middle of the ring, blood streaming from his battered
nose. She was filled with a sense
of elation. She had won the first
fall. There were only two to
go, and she clearly had Rok on the run.
Saved by the bell, she
murmured. But he would not get
off so easily next time. She
shook her right arm. The sensation
was just returning to it. That
was something to remember. Aim
for the soft tissue. Roks
head was far too hard to risk punching.
Then her heart almost skipped a
beat. Jag was dragging the groggy
Rok from the ring. Was he too
beaten to continue? Had she won
so easily? She stood triumphantly
in the centre of the ring. Now
she would see what Luthors word was
worth.
A few seconds later, however, her feeling
of victory disappeared, as Jag stepped into the
ring. Wait a minute,
she protested. You said
three falls. There was only one
fall before you pulled your goon out.
That right, my little bat, I did say
three falls. But remember the
agreement. There was no mention
that they had to involve the same person.
You beat
Rok. Now
beat Jag for your second fall.
Thats not fair, Barbara
argued. You tricked
me. I never would have agreed
to a tag team bout. Her
breathing was heavy. In spite
of her seemingly easy victory over Rok, it had required quite a bit of effort
on her part. She knew that she
would be a little slower against Jag and have a little less power in her
kicks and punches.
Trick or not, you agreed to
it. Now accept the
consequences. I am ready to keep
my part of the bargain.
Barbara was trapped, but there was nothing
she could do about it. Already,
Jag was advancing toward her. He
seemed to have learned from the example of his fellow
thug. He did not rush foolishly
in, but instead stalked her like a cat closing in on a cornered
mouse. Spreading his arms wide,
Jag covered almost half the ting, but Barbara had one advantage he did not;
speed. She darted around the
ring avoiding the clumsy maneuvering of the
giant. It was a game she could
not keep up forever, however. She
needed to put away her opponent or eventually simply through sheer luck he
would get in a punch and it would be all
over.
She increased her speed, forcing Jag to turn
rapidly to keep up with her.
Slow down you God-damned rabbit, the huge man
swore. Losing patience he made
a lunge for her. Barbara kicked
him in the ribs. The crunching
sound as her foot struck him was most
satisfying. She had broken at
least one rib, and Jags scream of pain verified
that. She gave him no chance
to recover, driving into him with a flurry of
blows. Losing his balance Jag
went down and Barbara closed in for the
kill. Three
falls. She would need only two,
but she underestimated her big opponent.
Badly injured he was almost defeated, but as he fell he lashed out
with his right leg, catching Barbara as she stepped toward
him. Her feet went out for under
her and she hit the canvas hard.
Jags left hand closed on her wrist his
right was drawn back to deliver a blow that would have knocked her
unconscious. Barbara knew she
was caught. She did not have
the strength to break that grip.
But she was far from beaten.
Changing tactics in an instant she launched herself at the huge man,
targeting the broken rib. She
struck him before he struck her. As
he screamed in agony she dodged his blow and twisting her wrist broke
free. She rolled away, but with
a howl of rage, Jag rolled after her, and swinging one huge fist like a sledge,
made contact with her shoulder.
The blow drove her to her knees and numbed
her arm right down to her fingertips.
Her arm hanging uselessly at her side, Barbara scrambled to her
feet. Jag followed her, clutching
his hand to his side. As she
backed away he lurched after her swinging wildly in hopes of making
contact. She only had one arm
now, but her opponent was in considerable
pain. Jags movements were
even more awkward and he gasped in pain every time he drew
breath. As she circled away Barbara
saw her chance. She only had
one arm, but she still had two legs and she used them to good
effect.
Striking hard she drove her instep into
Jags knee. The blow
straightened and hyper-extended it.
You bitch, Jag screamed as his knee
buckled. Like a giant oak he
toppled toward the canvas, catching himself on his
hands. But Jag wasnt quite
finished. Lunging at her from
the canvas, he tried to catch hold of her
legs. Only by leaping into the
air was she able to avoid him.
Unfortunately, he caught her on the way
down. This time he enfolded her
in his arms and drew her into him.
But Barbara wasnt finished
either. Bringing up her knee
she flattened his gonads against his
crotch. It was the winning
blow. With a final shriek jag
doubled over, clutching his mangled
testicles.
Final fall, said Barbara
triumphantly.
Not yet, said Luthor
quietly. He stepped into the
ring.
To Barbaras amazement he assumed a fighting
stance. He gave her a quiet
smile. Whats the
matter little bat; did you think I was only a simple
scientist? I think you are about
to find out that I am not.
Without waiting for a reply he came at
her.
His attack was so awkward that it would have
been laughable under normal
circumstances. But Barbara was
exhausted from her fight with Jag and her arm still hung uselessly at her
side. In addition, Luthor was
much quicker than Jag. He was
upon her before she knew it and his first blow took all of the fight out
of her.
Whuff! she grunted as
Luthors fist struck just below her
sternum. The breath was knocked
from her body, and she almost fell.
Only a supreme effort of will kept her on her
feet. Unfortunately, that was
just what Luthor wanted. Measuring
her carefully, he hit her with a right cross, snapping her head back and
driving her onto the ropes. Then
he stepped into her and coldly and deliberately beat her
up.
He was careful to avoid hitting her face,
but he had no reservations about driving his fists into her body, targeting
her ribs and breasts. Unable
to defend herself Barbara reeled under the brutal beating as Luthor laid
into her. He amused himself by
using her as a punching bag for several minutes an then when she could no
longer stand, he dragged her over to the ropes and leaning her body against
the lowest rope, hooked her arms over it and tied each wrist across her
body. Then he stepped back and
began to undress.
Barely conscious, Barbara was still alert
enough to realize what was going on.
As Luthor stripped down she struggled feebly to escape from her
bondage. She was, however, completely
helpless. Her back was arched
across the lower rope and her wrists were connected by a short rope just
below her badly bruised breasts.
She panted in pain. Every
breath was agony. Luthor did
not seem to have broken any bones, but it felt as if he
had.
Finally, said Luthor, moving between
her legs. It is time to
relieve you of the burden of your virginity.
Please dont, Barbara pleaded,
her voice barely a whisper. She
was disgusted with herself as soon as she said it, but it just popped
out. Her fear of rape was greater
than any fear of physical violence.
Whats the matter my little
bat? Afraid of becoming a
woman? I have done your two friends
the honour of deflowering them. It
is only proper that you should enjoy the same
treatment.
Barbara fought back
tears. So it was to happen at
last. As Luthor spread her legs
she almost shrieked in terror. It
was all too horrible. She had
fought so hard against crime and this was the way it was going to
end. She would never experience
the joy of surrendering herself to the tender caresses of a
lover. Instead her virginity
would be torn from her in a brutal rape.
She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable.
Uunnghh! It
hurt much more than she had thought it
would. Luthor was not a small
man and he made little effort to take her
gently. He rammed himself into
her like a pneumatic hammer tearing her flimsy hymen to shreds and penetrating
to her cervix with a single thrust.
It was most painful and humiliating and she had to bite her lip to
keep from screaming.
Luthor reveled in his
triumph. It was hard to believe,
but he had deflowered three
superheroines. He was the greatest
criminal in history and he was just getting
started. He had a lot to discover
about his three prisoners, especially the blonde
Kryptonian. He was really looking
forward to further experimentation.
In the meantime what he was doing to the batgirl was most satisfying.
God she was
tight! He could barely force
himself into her. Her vagina
gripped his phallus like a vise squeezing it in unconscious
enthusiasm. Her eyes were still
closed, but she could not hide her pain.
Her gorgeous features were twisted in agony as he buried himself within
her and when he bit down of her breasts she squealed like a
piglet.
Barbara could not believe Luthors
endurance. He hammered her for
a good two hours; until she was screaming for mercy; her battered vagina
torn and bleeding, and her breasts cut and bruised from the continual ravaging
of his teeth.
Got you bat bitch, Luthor grunted
as he heaved the contents of his sperm sac into
her. With a shuddering gasp he
slowly rolled off her, his body dripping
perspiration. Another triumph
for a master criminal. Breathing
hard, but exultant he staggered to his feet and stood over his weeping
victim. She didnt look
much like a heroine now. Huddled
on the mat with her hands over her aching vagina, her bruised body heaved
with sobs. Luthor reminded himself
that he might want to be a bit gentler with
her. After all, she could not
heal herself like the other two heroines.
It would probably take her days to recover from what he had done to
her.
Moving over to a panel on the wall he punched
in a code. Less than a minute
later two men entered the room.
Like Jag and Rok they were impressively
large. Take her out of
here and clean her up, he
said. Then put her in her
cell. Pulling on his pants
he called after the men as they dragged the helpless heroine from the
room. Oh, and no
extra-curricular activities. I
want her reserved for me alone.
He grinned as the bat girl disappeared. He had plans for her. Very interesting plans. But now it was time to get back to his real prize. He had been neglecting the golden-haired Kryptonian. It was about time she received his full attention again. His smile broadened as he headed for his rooms. First he would clean up, and then he would see how his prize specimen was doing. He had an interesting proposition for her. He wondered how she would react to it. Almost skipping with glee he walked down the hall. It was wonderful be so intellectually and physically superior.
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