The Adventures of
the Jade Dragon
Episode
9
The Jade
Dragon’s Return
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Chapter
4 Demon’s
Pawn
Melissa’s first impression of her prison
was that of a dungeon. Then she
realized that it was a bit more than
that. The high vaulted ceilings
resembled that of a church although it would have been a church without
windows. Her disappearance from
the room where she had left Solange and Suzi had been most
disorienting. The demon’s
mode of travel caused a blinding wrench that had caused her to temporarily
black out. When she had regained
consciousness she found herself in desperate straits.
She was suspended a foot above the stone floor,
her limbs wrapped in rusted chain.
Melissa suspected that the chains were probably very old, judging
from the amount of corrosion, but they were still strong enough to hold
her. The demon had wound them
about her arms and legs, somehow securing the links without using any form
of shackles or locks. The ends
of the chains seemed to have been somehow tucked into the links, securing
them just as strongly as if they had been
padlocked.
The chains held her body in the form of an
X, all of her weight suspended by her arms and
shoulders. How long she had been
hanging there she did not know, but she was already in considerable pain
and discomfort, a situation that was amplified by the fact that the chains
about her calves and ankles were drawn tight, spreading her
legs. The demon could not possibly
have chosen a type of confinement that would make her feel more helpless
or vulnerable. To make matters
worse she knew why he had done it.
The demon’s invasion of her mind had
enabled it to learn everything about her.
It knew exactly what form of bondage would leave her feeling most
helpless and exposed. He also
knew what form of torture she feared
most. A few feet away the glow
of a brazier threw a reddish light into the
gloom. It was close enough that
she could feel the heat it gave off.
She shuddered as she noted the metal rods that were being heated in
the hot coals. A few feet from
the brazier was what appeared to be a small
icebox. She wondered why it was
there and suspected that she really didn’t want to find
out.
Further observation revealed something just
as disturbing as the hot irons.
Neatly lined up along the top of a ledge was an assortment of
knives. She had no doubt that
they had been deliberately placed where she could see
them.
The
demon was nowhere in sight when she awoke, but he soon put in an appearance,
materializing out of the gloom to stand in front of
her. Melissa said nothing, but
her heart was in her mouth as she gazed upon the demon’s terrifying
form. In the dim light of the
crypt he seemed to glow like a furnace.
“Yes,
you are right to be
afraid,” the demon
glowered.
“I have never encountered
any woman who can stand up to me.
You will be punished most severely for your temerity and I know just
how to do it.”
Melissa
shuddered. It was impossible
for her to hide her fear; the demon knew her too
well. She glanced quickly at
the instruments of torture; the demon did not miss the direction of her
gaze.
He picked up one of the knives and tested
its edge.
”Shall
we try a little surgery first? I
know how you fear for a certain portion of your
anatomy.”
Melissa’s breasts
heaved. She could not hide her
terror; the demon’s eyes were fixed on her
nipples.
The demon’s eyes became mere
slits. Slowly he moved toward
her, the gleaming blade of the knife
extended. He stopped a bare three
feet away and raised the knife until its point touched the areola of her
left breast.
“Shall
I start here? he asked.
“Or
here?” He moved
the point lower and turned the knife so that its razor edged rested against
the underside of her breast.
Melissa did not
answer. She didn’t need
to, the demon could read the fear in her
eyes. His mouth twisted into
a cruel smile as he moved the knife in a cutting
motion. Melissa bit back a cry
of pain as the blade cut into her flesh, inflicting a painful, but superficial
wound.
“A little more pressure,
and you’ll be flat-chested,” the demon
grinned.
“Shall
I continue?”
From somewhere inside, Melissa found
courage. “I can’t stop
you, but cutting me to pieces won’t defeat
me. I don’t know how you
got here or where you came from, but you are no different from the lowest
criminal. You prey upon those
weaker than yourself, gaining strength from their
torment. Go ahead, cut
me. I’m sure it will make
you feel extremely powerful.”
The demon glowered in
disbelief. He had been sure that
his helpless prisoner would beg for
mercy. Instead his threat to
mutilate her seemed to have given her
strength.
“I
misjudged you,” he said.
“You
are strong. Much stronger than
I would have believed possible.”
He tossed the knife aside.
“I’ll
save that for later. Perhaps
you will respond better to a little fire and
ice.”
The demon moved to the
brazier. Holding up the hot iron
he grinned.
“This
for heat,” he said.
“And
this for cold.” He
reached into the icebox brought out a chunk of ice.
“Both
for pain,”
he
added unnecessarily.
Melissa tried to keep her face impassive,
but her body suddenly felt very cold.
She was defenceless against a fiend who fed on fear and pain, but
she swallowed and tried to compose
herself. She would face the peril
like a true heroine even if her calm exterior did not deceive the demon for
even a second.
The demon stirred the iron in the hot
coals. The smell of burning charcoal
came to her nostrils. Casually
the demon lifted another of the glowing irons and touched it with his
fingers. He grinned as
Melissa’s eyes widened.
“What?” he laughed,
“Surely
you didn’t expect a little heat to bother a
demon? I suspect, however, that
it might have a different effect on your
skin.”
The demon replaced the iron and selected
another.
“I think this one will
do. The other seems to
have cooled off a little.”
Moving toward Melissa he raised the glowing metal
rod.
Melissa was suddenly covered with perspiration.
She was sweating in fear even
as cold chills ran down her spine.
She knew that it would do no good to plead for mercy, it would simply
give the demon that much more pleasure.
She braced herself. She
had faced fire before. The scorpion
brand burned between her breasts was proof of
that. It had been placed there
on her initiation into the Assassins’
Guild. It was a trial she had
endured without a murmur. A single
hot iron could not intimidate her.
Somehow, however, this was
different. Unreasoning fear swept
through her, a fear that she could not
comprehend. What was the matter
with her? She had faced such
peril many times before. And
then she knew. The demon preyed
on the slightest weakness. He
had scented her fright and amplified it, expanding her fear until she was
on the verge of complete panic. It
was not enough to merely torture her, he wanted her to scream in terror and
beg for mercy.
The demon drank in her
fear. He seemed to swell visibly
as he drew closer. He raised
the glowing iron, holding it just millimeters from her
breast. The searing heat raised
a white blister just below her left
nipple. Melissa’s breathing
quickened; it was hard to hold back her
terror.
She used her Taoist training to calm herself,
forcing her mind to go blank. She
would not give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry
out.
“Do
you remember heroine? Do you
remember how your parents died?”
Melissa gasped, her concentration
broken. The memories flooded
back; memories she had ruthlessly suppressed.
She relived the day her parents
died. They had been murdered
by bandits in
Rather than fleeing, her parents had barricaded
themselves in their house when the Chinese bandits
attacked. It had proved to be
a fatal error. The bandits had
surrounded the house, but instead of waiting for the people trapped inside
to surrender the bandit leader had ordered the doors and shutters nailed
shut. Then he had set fire to
the house.
Melissa had survived simply because she had
been trapped outside the house when the bandits
arrived. Her parents had not,
and the terrible screams as they were burned alive was a memory she had repressed
for more almost twenty years. But
now she remembered everything. The
vivid details rushed into her brain.
Her parents had died horribly, their flesh seared from their bodies,
and now the same thing was about to happen to her.
“Ah,
I see you do remember,”
the demon
said.
“Be
brave. I’m sure you won’t
scream the way your mother did.”
Melissa didn’t scream, at least not at
first. She was trained to ignore
pain. She had even perfected
mental techniques for suppressing it entirely, but the demon would not let
her use these. He kept her mind
awake. As he touched the iron
to her breast she bit back a shriek of agony.
There was an audible hiss as the iron seared
her left breast just below the nipple.
It was agonizingly painful, but Melissa made no sound other than a
quick intake of breath. Her chest
heaved, her breasts quivering as she shuddered in
pain.
“Amazing,”
the demon
exclaimed.
“I
never expected you to be so strong.
This will be very
entertaining.”
Replacing the iron the demon reached into the icebox and removed
a chunk of ice about eight inches long and three in
diameter. Melissa had no difficulty
recognizing its similarity to the male
organ.
“First
the fire, then the
ice,” the demon explained,
unnecessarily.
Melissa suppressed a grunt as the demon inserted
the ice dildo. It would have
been painful if it had been a normal phallus, but chilled to temperatures
below freezing it seemed to burn as the demon forced it into
her. And then there was the matter
of its size. It was hardly small,
being as thick as a man’s wrist.
It took a bit of effort to force it into her tight pleasure
palace. She arched her back slightly
and gripped the chains as she was penetrated, her breathing coming in harsh
gasps. Her breast still burned
and the added torment of the dildo pushed her close to her pain
tolerance.
Breathing heavily, her teeth clenched, Melissa
watched as the demon took out a second iron from the
brazier. With deliberate slowness,
he moved it toward her genital region, enjoying his victim’s forced
calm. She stared him in the eyes
as he lowered the glowing iron to the curly brown thatch just above her
vulva.
Melissa was almost ill as the stench of burning
hair assailed her nostrils and then the demon jabbed the tip of the iron
against her skin, targeting the area just above her
clitoris. The combined pain of
the ice and the iron was indescribable.
Only by a supreme effort of will did Melissa hold her silence, but
her agony was evident. Sweat
poured from her body, dripping steadily onto the stone floor of the vault.
“You
are remarkable. Never has any
woman resisted for so long,”
the demon
said.
“But I expect you will
not last much longer.”
The demon took the third iron from the brazier
and touched it to the nipple of her right
breast. This time Melissa gasped
in pain. The demon
laughed.
“Finally
a sign of weakness. Your pain
tolerance is incredible, but it is only a matter of time before you
break.”
It took a little longer than the demon thought,
but eventually Melissa gave him the reaction he
sought. Her body was scarred
in over a score of places by the mark of the hot
irons. Exhausted, she screamed
in agony as he touched the iron to her belly and then screamed even louder
as he branded her buttocks. After
that every touch of the iron brought the desired response.
Two hours later the demon set down his
iron. There was hardly a place
where he could touch the iron that had not already been
burned. The pain was unbelievable,
but so was Melissa’s ability to withstand
pain. At the end of two hours,
however, she was barely conscious.
Indeed, the pain would have caused her to faint, if the demon would
have allowed it. He forced her
to stay awake and endure every agonizing touch of the burning
iron.
Finally, the demon stepped back and surveyed
his handiwork.
“That’s
a good start, but it is time we moved on to something more
pleasant.” He stretched
forth his hand and touched Melissa’s charred
breasts. A sensation like a jolt
of electricity surged through her.
Her breasts burned with
pain
so intense that everything that had gone before was insignificant,
but when the burning stopped there was no sign that any torture had taken
place.
“It
is a little talent I have,
heroine,” the demon
explained.
“I
can heal you as often as I desire and then torture you all over
again. It is fortunate that you
can tolerate pain, because you are going to enjoy a great deal of
it.”
Melissa almost
broke. She now fully understood
what she faced. The demon could
torture her forever, feeding on her pain and then restore her to the way
she had been and torture her all over
again. It was a fate that no
one could endure for long. Sooner
or later she would break and the demon would
triumph. Helpless and terrified
she waited to see what her brutal captor would do next.
“Your
daughter interrupted my pleasure.
It seems only fitting that you should take the place of your blonde
friend.”
Melissa steeled herself for the next part
of her ordeal. She feared rape,
and the pain and degradation that went with it even more than
torture. Torture was just pain,
but rape went beyond that, stealing a part of her
soul. The demon, of course, knew
all of this. She knew that he
would make her ordeal as brutal and humiliating as
possible. As he approached her,
she gripped the chains even tighter and waited for him to have his
way.
The demon teased her at
first. He loosened the chains
holding her legs, and placing his hands beneath her buttocks he lifted her
slightly and then lowered her onto his erect
phallus. It was so huge it seemed
impossible that it could penetrate her, but the demon held her body in place
and allowed gravity to do its work.
Slowly, Melissa’s body settled onto the
huge organ. She did her best
to avoid the rape, lifting herself by the chains that bound her wrists, but
she lacked the strength to hold herself up
forever. Slowly the demon’s
immense organ entered her, parting her vulva and forcing its way into her
vagina. The demon moaned in pleasure
as her warm tight flesh surrounded his
penis. Shifting his grip he placed
his hands just above the swell of her buttocks and drove himself deep within
her.
“Oh
yes, you are so tight!”
the demon exclaimed as he ripped
into her. She cried out, partly
in pain and partly in shame as the demon split
her. He had penetrated to her
womb and she was seized with an intense fear as she suddenly realized that
it might be possible for the demon to impregnate
her. She had heard
of “demon seed”, but
she had never thought about the term
literally. The thought that she
might be forced to bear a demonic child filled her with
horror.
The demon read her mind, and forced into it
a vision of what her imagined child would look
like. It was a monstrous thing
of fangs and claws. The demon’s
laughter rang in her thoughts.
“I
thought the severing of your breasts was your greatest fear; now I see that
there is something that frightens you even
more.”
As he spoke, he sank his claws deep into her
derriere and pulled her hard onto his thrusting
phallus. Melissa screamed as
he penetrated her to the full extent of his heavy
organ. As she arched her back
in agony he bent his head and buried his fangs in her left breast, worrying
it like a dog. The six inch fangs
sank into Melissa’s quivering breasts, ripping her chest
open.
“Let’s see if I can fulfill both your fears at
once,” the demon sneered.
As Melissa shrieked in agony he spurted his seed into
her. It was like being injected
with molten metal, and filled her with a pain unlike anything she had ever
experienced.
Mercifully, at least for the moment, the rape
ended. The demon stepped back
from her and stood for a few seconds as if surveying his
handiwork. Melissa hung sobbing
in front of him, her body torn and
bleeding. Her womb burned with
an unnatural heat, filling her with
dread. If she was impregnated
again – this time with a demon’s
child… The thought was so
horrifying that she could not complete it.
The demon nodded in satisfaction and stretched
forth his hand once again. Once
more Melissa experienced the pain of healing, but she slumped in the chains,
barely conscious.
“I
think I will have to find some other way of amusing myself,”
the demon
said.
“Something completely degrading; and your inner thoughts have
shown me the way.”
Melissa raised her
head. She knew what the demon
meant. She had caught a hint
of it in his mental message. It
would be humiliating beyond belief, but there was nothing she could do to
stop him. She could only hope
that somehow her friends might find some way to rescue her before the demon
had time to carry out his plan to completely debase and humiliate
her. Unfortunately, her faint
hope was not to be. A few hours
later, just before
Melissa entered the frat house if
“house” was the proper term to describe the filthy premises the
demon had chosen. Phi Delta Gamma
Lamba smelled as if it had not been cleaned for months and it looked
worse. Bottles, dirty plates,
bits of old food, and other filth littered the room she walked
into. To describe the room as
a disgusting mess would have been a complete
understatement. But the smell
and the collection of garbage was not its worst aspect; that place of honour
was reserved for the half dozen young men lounging on whatever pieces of
furniture were not covered with trash.
She would have turned and left immediately if she could, but the demon
had other ideas.
“What’s
the matter, heroine?”
he taunted.
“This group not to your
liking? That’s unfortunate,
because you are going to get to know them well – very
well.”
Melissa’s brow was beaded with sweat
from the effort of fighting the demon.
But she could not resist his
power. He had forced her to dress
in an outfit that was both innocent and at the same time
alluring. It consisted primarily
of a white blouse and dark skirt, but the demon had made sure that she left
the top two buttons of the blouse undone, so that the sweet curve of her
breasts and the top of her blue bra were
revealed. It had been one of
Melissa’s favourite outfits before she had left
She was completely under the demon’s
control. Every action she had
carried out in the last few hours had been performed under duress, but after
her frightful ordeal in the vault of what she now knew was
He forced her legs to carry her into the middle
of the room. It didn’t take
more than a few seconds before one of the fraternity brothers got up off
his ass. “Well, what we
got here? You lose your way,
baby?”
A cigarette dangled from one corner of the
speaker’s mouth. He appeared
to be a slack-jawed idiot, the sort of trumped up little boy Melissa would
have slapped back into his corner if she had been
able. But she wasn’t
able. She opened her mouth, the
demon’s thoughts becoming her own.
“Pardon me. I seem
to have lost my way. I was looking
for a rooming house. Isn’t
this
The slack-jawed youth looked at her and removing
his cigarette, licked his lips before
answering. “No, this is
“Oh, sorry for disturbing you, I’ll
just go back to my car.”
By this time several more of the indolent
young men had gotten to their feet.
They partially surrounded her, but Melissa pretended not to
notice. She turned to
leave.
“Oh, don’t go baby,” another
of the men said. He was blonde-haired
and chunkily built. It looked
as if he hadn’t changed his clothes in a few days, which was probably
close to the mark. He swept a
pile of papers off one of the chairs.
“Here, have a seat.
I’ve got a city map upstairs.
Make yourself comfortable and I’ll get
it.”
“Ah, thanks,” Melissa
replied. She sat down in a position
that revealed a good deal of her long
legs. Several of the men sat
next to her while the slack-jawed youth she had spoken to first introduced
himself and his friends.
“My name is
Vince. The tubby guy looking
for the map is Bobby, and this is Sid,
Jack…” He went around
the room introducing the other members of the
fraternity. Several other men
came into the room while he was thus engaged and he introduced them as
well. In the meantime Bobby came
back with his map. He had something
else as well.
“How about a drink?” Bobby said
setting down a bottle of rum and a none-too-clean glass on the table in front
of her.
“Thanks,” Melissa answered, “but
it’s a little early.”
“Just a little one,” Vince
said. “Look, I’ll join
you.”
“OK just one,” she
agreed. “But use lots of
Coke and just a little rum.”
By this time she noticed that there were about twenty people in the
room. All were young men under
the age of thirty. Most of them
joined her in the drink.
Melissa downed her rum and
coke. It wasn’t the sort
of thing she normally did, like the Jade Dragon she tended to avoid alcohol;
it interfered with her heroine training.
But she was no longer acting like a
heroine. She was the demon’s
puppet, acting out one of her deepest fears and
fantasies. Her choice of Phi
Delta Gamma Lamba was no accident.
The fraternity was notorious for its wild parties and several of its
members had been charged with sexual
assault.
She drank another rum and
coke. It was mixed the opposite
of the way she had asked for it, a fact that did not surprise
her. She hadn’t eaten in
hours and the alcohol had an immediate effect on
her. “I should go now,”
she said. Somewhat unsteadily,
she got to her feet.
A pair of hands settled on her shoulders and
pushed her back down. “No
you don’t, baby. We’re
just getting started.”
Melissa looked over her
shoulder. Bobby stood behind
her, his pudgy hands on her shoulders.
His gaze was fixed on the place where her breasts swelled from her
bra. She noted that somehow there
were now several buttons undone.
“I’ve had enough,” she
said. “Let me
up.”
“Another couple of drinks first,”
Vince said. “Then you can
go.”
“No,” Melissa
protested. “Let me
go. I’ll
scream.”
Several of the men
laughed. “Scream?”
one of them said. “Go
ahead. No one will pay any attention
to screams coming from here.”
Vince shoved the bottle toward
her. “Drink,
baby.”
“Get away from me,” Melissa
responded. She slapped the bottle
from his hand. She wanted to
do much more than that. She wanted
to tear the room apart and scatter the men about her in all directions, but
the demon kept her meek – a helpless young woman who had carelessly
walked in to a den of iniquity.
Vince grabbed the bottle from the floor, his
slack features twisted in anger.
“You stupid bitch, you spilled the
booze. You’re going to have
that drink if I’ve got to pour it down your
throat.”
Melissa jumped to her
feet. “The hell you will,
asshole,” she said. She
slapped him in the face and turned to
leave.
The blow was too feeble to do more than anger
him, exactly as the demon had intended.
Vince grabbed her shoulder and spun her
around. He struck her open-handed,
returning the blow. It knocked
her back into the chair where several pairs of hands seized
her. Melissa struggled, but Vince
hit her again, this time a little harder, rocking her
head. Then he pinched her jaw
and jammed the bottle between her lips.
“Drink, damn it,” Vince
ordered. He upended the bottle,
pouring its contents down her throat.
Melissa was forced to swallow or
drown. She gulped down the harsh
fluid, spilling a good deal of it down her chest but swallowing enough that
her pretended resistance weakened.
Vince continued to make her drink until she had swallowed enough that
she no longer needed to pretend to be
drunk.
“You bashturd,” she slurred as he
set the bottle down. “You
won’t get away with thish.”
“You got a smart mouth,” Vince
replied. “Let’s see
if we can’t put it to better
use.” He straddled the chair
and unzipped his fly. His erect
penis was only inches from her mouth.
“Come on, suck it, bitch.”
Melissa tried to turn her head away, but Vince
grabbed her hair and forced her head
back. Her mouth opened involuntarily
and Vince shoved his phallus between her lips.
Melissa bit
him. It was something she might
have done anyway, even if the demon had not made her do
it. It was, however, something
that under the circumstances was not be wisest move.
“You fucking bitch,” Vince
roared. He drove his fist into
her face. The first blow blackened
her left eye. The second split
her lip and the third bloodied her nose.
Then he stopped for a few seconds.
“Pick her up,” he ordered.
“But Vince…,” Bobby
protested.
“Do it!” Vince
shouted.
She was dragged to her feet, her head reeling
from the rum and the beating. Vince
hit her in the stomach and then slammed two blows into her
ribs. There was sharp stab of
pain as one of them cracked. The
breath knocked out of her, and barely conscious Melissa would have fallen
if she had not been held up by Bobby.
Vince pushed her to her knees and jerked her head back
again.
“Now let’s try it
again. And this time do it
right,” he said.
Melissa was almost
sick. The rum was now fully affecting
her. She had been forced to drink
half a bottle a bottle, an amount that would have gotten her nicely drunk
even without the beating she had
received.
“Come
on, slut. You know you want to
do it,” the demon
taunted.
“Suck it like the cheap whore you desire to
be.”
Melissa fought back tears as she took
Vince’s member between her lips.
She dutifully sucked his cock until he groaned in
pleasure. He grabbed her hair
and pushed deep into her mouth just before he climaxed, shooting his semen
down her throat. Almost immediately
someone took his place and after that someone
else.
The next couple of hours she serviced every
man in the house. She stank of
sweat, booze, and sperm and her jaw ached from the strain of accommodating
so many male members. But her
ordeal was just beginning. By
the time she finished the last man Vince was ready for something
else.
“Let’s take her upstairs,”
Vince said. “I want to fuck
her on a bed.”
Drunk, battered, and exhausted from her two
hour fellatio, Melissa offered no resistance as she was dragged up the stairway
by Vince and Bobby. She was hauled
to a room containing a double bed.
It was unmade, but that hardly mattered to the men who piled into
the room to watch the fun. At
that point, the demon allowed Melissa to
struggle.
“Hold her down,” Vince
ordered.
Willing hands grabbed Melissa’s arms
and legs. Although her blouse
was wide open, she was still dressed and Vince had the enjoyment of removing
her clothing item by item.
Her blouse went
first. Underneath she wore a
decorative blue brassiere that enhanced as well as hid her
breasts. It took Vince only a
few seconds to slide the straps over her shoulders and slip it from her
body.
“What a set of tits,” Bobby
exclaimed. “They’re
like ripe melons.”
Melissa’s breasts quivered as she struggled
in the hands of the men who held her.
Had the demon not restrained her she would have broken free of the
puny fools who held her. But
her efforts to escape were not wasted.
Every man who watched the heaving of her magnificent body achieved
an instant erection. Vince leaned
over her and squeezed her breasts with both
hands.
“Almost as firm too,” Vince he said,
agreeing with Bobby’s comment.
“Now let’s have a look at her
pussy.”
He unbuttoned her dark skirt and tossed it
to one side. Underneath Melissa
wore a pair of panties to match her bra, and a garter belt to support her
nylons. Her shoes were already
gone, kicked off when she had been dragged up the
stairs. Gripping her panties
with both hands he eased them down and whistled as he revealed the dark brown
triangle covering her mons veneris.
Vince then ripped off her garter belt and
threw it aside. Kneeling on the
bed he cupped the tender region between her
thighs. Melissa heaved her body
as his finger slid between the folds of her
vulva. “Nice tight little
clam,” Vince observed.
“It’s going to be fun forcing my way in
there.”
Melissa bucked, fighting against the many
hands that held her. She was
being mauled everywhere, her breasts and buttocks being fondled and pinched
unmercifully. Terror and revulsion
filled her mind.
“Whore,”
came the demon’s
taunt.
“Stop
pretending that you are not enjoying
this. I have peered into your
mind and seen your secret rape
fantasies.”
“No,” protested Melissa in her
thoughts. “That’s not
true.”
“You
know it is, heroine. You pretend
that you fear rape, but you secretly enjoy
it.”
Melissa started to deny the accusation and
then grunted as Vince entered her.
It was nothing like being raped by the demon, but it was completely
mortifying to be taken by such a pathetic little
man. It got even worse when Bobby
joined in. The tubby frat brother
heaved his bulk onto her face and forced his phallus into her
mouth. The disgusting act almost
choked her, his weight crushing down on her chest and his thick member tickling
the back of her throat.
The rape went on all day until every man in
the house had enjoyed her then it started all over again with Vince turning
her over and taking her anally. She
gasped in pain as he penetrated her tight
backside. Face down on the bed,
her mouth was even more accessible and the other frat members took full advantage
of that.
By now the demon no longer had to hold her
back. Every inch of her body
had been pinched and fondled. She
was bruised from head to foot and stank of the semen of more than a score
of men. Her vagina and anus were
raw and her jaw felt like it had been
dislocated.
Finally, somewhere in the early hours of the
following day she was released. She
had been subjected to almost twenty-four hours of violent sex and was almost
too weak to stand. Even her
superheroine powers of endurance had been stretched to the
limit. She was allowed to pull
her clothes back on and escorted from the house by Vince and several
others. They dumped her into
the trunk of a car and drove her to the edge of town.
The ride in the trunk was
terrifying. Battered and confused,
Melissa was certain that she was about to be
murdered. It was that fear that
pulled her back together. It
did not occur to the frat brothers that she might try to escape from the
trunk of a moving car and they had taken no precautions other than closing
the lid.
It took Melissa only a few minutes to locate
the tire iron and not even that long to pop the
trunk. As the car slowed to take
a corner she leaped from the car.
She slammed hard into the ditch and fetched up against a
tree. The car sped on, its occupants
apparently completely unaware that she had
escaped.
“That
was well done,” the demon
chortled as Melissa spat dirt out of her
mouth.
“I would have had to help you escape if you had not done it
yourself.”
The demon’s comment made Melissa realize
that her ordeal was far from over.
She had escaped from Phi Delta Gamma Lamba, but she was still controlled
by the demon. Too exhausted to
even stand, she lay in the ditch and wondered what else was in store for
her.
The demon let her lie where she was until
nightfall. He made no attempt
to heal her and Melissa was too done in from her ordeal to do more than lie
where she was. Night found her
shivering with the cold. The
demon seemed to have left. When
she searched her mind she could find no trace of
him. At that point she forced
herself to her feet. Only her
superb conditioning and martial training enabled her to clamber out of the
ditch to the road. She was nude,
covered with bruises, and had at least one cracked
rib. In addition, her head ached
abominably, both from the rum hangover and the beating Vince had given
her.
Slowly she walked down the dark road, wondering
what she should do if a car chanced to come
along. Should she seek help or
attempt to avoid discovery? One
thing she did not want to do was attract attention to herself from the media
and that would almost certainly happen if she asked a passing motorist for
help. She had suffered enough
humiliation for one day without staggering beaten and naked up to some astounded
passerby and begging for assistance.
For awhile she did not have to make that sort
of decision. It appeared that
she had escaped in a particularly deserted area and traffic seemed
nonexistent. There was no one
around she could have asked for help.
Sooner or later, however, she would make it to a more populated area
and then she would have to make a decision about whether to ask for help
or not.
She staggered through the night, growing
progressively more exhausted. It
was fortunate that it was a warm summer night otherwise her lack of clothing
would have resulted in a bad case of
hyperthermia. Just when she was
about to give up and look for a place to sleep the situation finally resolved
itself when she spotted a light in the
darkness. It turned out to be
a farmhouse and Melissa approached it with
caution. Her assassin training
helped her here otherwise she would have set off the dog
alarm.
There were three mutts patrolling the farmyard
and she avoided them by approaching from
downwind. Reaching the farmhouse
she pried open a window. She
was helped by the fact that the farmer and his family were practicing the
“early to bed, early to rise”
code. Moving through the darkened
house she found the telephone. To
her dismay she found that it was a party
line. She had not counted on
that, but she took the chance that no one would be up late and dialed the
number.
To her relief the phone was answered on the
first ring. “Natassia,”
she said, “it’s Melissa.
You’ve got to help me.”
She had no idea where she was, but she could
read the number of the telephone and gave that to
Natassia. Then, she left the
house as silently as she had come, and reaching the road, she
waited.
It seemed to take forever for Natassia to
show up. She was not
alone. The first person out of
the car was the Jade Dragon. The
oriental heroine didn’t say anything, not even to comment on Melissa’s
nude and battered condition.
Instead she simply helped the fallen heroine into the car and wrapped
a blanket around her.
Inside the spacious back seat of Natassia’s
limousine, Melissa tired to explain what had
happened. The Jade Dragon silenced
her. “Don’t talk
now.
Sleep. There will be time
enough later for explanations.”
With a sigh of relief Melissa settled into
the blankets. The Jade Dragon
cradled her head and she suddenly realized how completely exhausted she
was. She closed her eyes and
allowed herself to drift toward sleep.
“Everything will be alright,” she
thought. “Jade will know
what to do.” And then the
peaceful oblivion of sleep overtook her.
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