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Supergirl had freed herself from the last fetter when the door to her cell slid open and Slaver walked in. Supergirl silently cursed her luck as she looked up to see Slaver's eyes grow wide in surprise. Slaver's hand shot to his belt where he pressed a button, activating the collar around supergirl's neck, paralyzing her.
"I don't know how you released yourself, Supergirl," he said, "but I will find out soon enough. However, you must also be punished for attempting to escape." Slaver stalked over to where the frozen superheroine stood and looked into her glazed eyes. "And, that is something that I am going to enjoy, I assure you!" Saying that, Slaver picked Supergirl up and tossed her over his shoulder, his large hand resting on her firm ass. There was not one thing that she could do to stop him from carrying her out of the cell and walking into another room near by.
He took her to a table which he laid her face down upon. Supergirl felt her arms being wrenched behind her and her wrists being tightly bound. Her elbows followed suit and Slaver turned her over and sat her up so that he could wrap cord several times around her muscular torso, above and below her jutting breasts, anchoring her bound arms tightly to her body.
She could not even struggle as she felt his hands roam over her paralyzed boy. Tears of frustration filled her eyes. She had been so close to escape, she thought bitterly. Slaver pushed her onto her back and Supergirl could only stare at the ceiling as he wrapped another length of cord around her trim stomach, knotting it at her navel. She wanted to cry out as Slaver rolled her onto her side and ran the rope between her legs, guiding the rope carefully, and pulling it up tightly and deeply into her before knotting it at her back.
Supergirl had never before experienced this sort of bondage before. Though she had been tied up by other villains, none had made her suffer this type of humiliation. Slaver rolled her onto her back and tugged at the rope that cut through her torn panties into her vagina, grating the cord against her clitoris. She wanted to scream but could not force any sound from her paralyzed vocal cords. She was still gagged in any case, having had no time to remove it before Slaver had surprised her in her cell.
Slaver pulled on her crotch rope, pulling her hips up and held her arched that way, her ass high over the table while her shoulders and feet rested on the cold surface, and shook her lightly from side to side, working the rope ever deeper within her. He reached down to his belt while doing this and pressed a button, releasing Supergirl from her paralysis. Only then did Supergirl scream into her gag.
Slaver laughed and picked her up, carrying her now struggling form to a corner of the large room. Supergirl looked around her form the first time and saw that the room was filled with all sorts of nasty looking devices that seemed designed only for the use of torturing women. She was alone with Slaver and had no doubts that she was in for a very rough time.
Slaver laid her on her back, giving Supergirl a good view of the assortment of hooks and pulleys that were above her. A cable with two loops lowered from the ceiling into Slaver's hand. He bent down and took hold of her slim ankles in one of his massive hands, and holding them pinned thus, placed them within the loops. He tightened the bands and released her ankles, leaving them suspended a foot off the ground. The cables started to rise and Supergirl found herself soon swinging upside-down in the air.
The floor was three feet below her head when Slaver stopped her ascent. Suspended that way, she could only watch in dread as Slaver went to a rack on the wall next to her and took into his hand a Neurowhip. She new what was coming next, and knew that it would hurt. Alot!
He activated the whip and Supergirl heard the odd humming sound that she knew now so well. She closed her eyes and waited for the first blow, the strike that would set her nerves afire. The blow never came.
A mighty blast rocked the ship and Supergirl opened her eyes to see Slaver drop the whip and spin towards the door. He was activating his wrist communicator as he ran from the cell. "Status!", he shouted on the run. "The ship is under attack from an unknown source, Captain," Supergirl heard before the cell's door shut behind him, leaving her alone in the room, helplessly suspended by her ankles from the ceiling.
The voice that she had heard answer Slaver seemed oddly familiar, yet she could not place it, and she wondered if it was only her mind playing tricks on her as she hung upside-down, with her blood rushing to her head. Well, she was not going to hang like this long, she decided and concentrated her gaze on the cable holding her ankles, heating it until it snapped, causing her to fall painfully to the ground. She was only able to twist herself so that she fell on her shoulders instead of her head because of the ropes wound painfully around her body. Those would be difficult to burn away, she knew, as she sat up and concentrated on freeing her ankles. She could not look behind her to burn off the ropes holding her arms together behind her back. But, at least she would be able to move about, to get herself out of this torture chamber and find a place to hide herself until she was totally free of her bondage.
Supergirl wondered who was attacking the ship, and if they were aware that there were hundreds of captive Earth girls aboard who were in great danger from the attack. Well, now they were all in danger and Supergirl hoped that the unknown attackers wanted only to capture the ship intact, and not just to blow it into sub-atomic particles.
Her ankles now free, she stood up and walked over to the cell's door. She did not know if she would be able to open it, but it seemed to be the type operated by a motion detector that triggered when a mass approached it. If Slaver had not locked it, which she doubted, and if it was not keyed only for certain biological forms, then it should open. Supergirl smiled slightly as it did, and she carefully looked out into the corridor.
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Slaver burst into the ship's bridge and motioned Lysander from the captains chair he was sitting in to the helm. He sat down into the vacated seat and buckled himself in. The room was bathed in red light and Slaver took in the information that was flashing urgently on the main screen before him.
"What happened?", he shouted at Lysander as his executive officer buckled himself into the helm, it's control panel already conforming to his form for his use. The navigator in the meantime was frantically piloting the ship in desperate flight, weaving the Klarion Rebel among a small group of asteroids while he awaited Lysander to signal him that he could release the controls to the Vegan.
"We are under attack from a pair of warcruisers," Lysander answered over his shoulder. The controls were now abled and he signaled the navigator to release the helm over to him and wretched the ship to the side to skim around a small planetoid. "They came up behind us from the blind side of planet XM-4. We took one hit that damaged our warp engines. They knew right where to hit us, it seems."
"Shit!", Slaver exclaimed. "Who are they?", he asked, directing the question to Ballus, who now stood at his side.
"Star Legion," the Trull softly answered. They had yet to actually get a probe lock on the attacking ships, but Ballus had no doubt as to who they were. It had been a trap from beginning, Ballus knew. He would not tell Slaver that yet, not until he knew who that traitor was that they obviously had aboard the Klarion Rebel.
Slaver saw from from main tactical screen that they could not hide in this asteroid belt for long. "How long until the warp engines are repaired?", he asked the engineering officer.
"Minimum time, sixteen hours sir," the Zziggii answered. Slaver did not question the time. If his engineer said sixteen hours, then sixteen hours was what they would need. He had a very good crew who knew their jobs. Of course, Slaver knew that another attack could make the sixteen hours a moot point if they succeeded in capturing the ship. Slaver decided it was time to change tactics, to go from the defensive to the offensive. To attack his attackers.
"Let's get out of this belt, commander, and see if we can't get them a little closer. We need a lock and scan on them."
"Aye, sir," Lysander answered as he banked the Klarion Rebel towards a small opening that was shrinking fast in the midst of five asteroids. The slave ship was not as small as the cruisers chasing it, but it was highly maneuverable and fast for it's type. It also had the best pilot in the galaxy at it's controls. The ship slipped though the opening seconds before it closed behind them. The following cruisers were stuck behind a wall of floating rock and could not fire at the fleeing ship. Slaver knew that they had only a brief respite from the relentless pursuit and that he had to find a way to get the Legionnaires into his weapon sights.
"Full impulse on bearing 334 mark 15," Slaver said, searching for and finding a spot where the warcruisers would have to exit the asteroid field. He would come around from behind XM-6, he decided. The Star Legion would not be expecting him to circle around behind them and attack. Slaver smiled to himself at the challenge of a fight against superior forces. This is the type of battle that he always enjoyed.
"Approaching XM-6," the navigator said.
"Low orbit, commander. We'll come up from beneath them, using the planets outer field to shield our approach." The Klarion Rebel raced for the planet, keeping itself close to the surface to hide itself from the pair of cruisers that was seeking for it. The two cruisers had exited the asteroid field and found the slave ship gone. They might even believe that they had warped out of the system, ignoring the threat of the quasar nearby. If Slaver had his warp drive engines on-line, that is what he would have done.
"We have a scanner lock," the tactical officer called. Slaver jerked his head to the screen. It was too soon, he thought. How could the cruisers have gotten there so soon?
"It's a third ship," Ballus quietly interjected, "They knew all the time what we would do."
Slaver turned to the Trull in disbelief. "What are you saying, Ballus?", he snarled, grabbing the front of the Trull's uniform and pulling him close.
"We obviously have a traitor on board," Ballus replied softly, not taking his eyes from Slaver's glare inches from his face. Slaver pulled him even closer till they were almost touching, fire in his eyes. Ballus knew that if he was not careful in the next few minutes that Slaver would kill him.
"Who?", Slaver snarled.
Ballus's tongue emerged to lightly wet his dry lips. "I don't know, sir."
Slaver stared at him a moment, his eyes piercing into the depths of Ballus's unblinking eyes, before releasing him, pushing him away from the chair.
"Find him!", he shouted, sending Ballus from the bridge at a fast glide that was never before seen in the Trull. The door hissed shut behind Ballus and Slaver turned back towards the main screen, and read the data on the third Star Legion warcruiser. He hissed as he saw that it was one of their new sleek destroyers, capable of tracking and destroying ships much larger than the Klarion Rebel. Fast and maneuverable, they had a wide assortment of electronic warfare devices that were so top secret that he didn't even know about them. Not that he hadn't spent a fortune on spies that worked among the Star Legion and at it's ship building facility. Slaver wondered if the destroyer had detected them as well.
"Engage the cloak," he ordered. He rarely used the energy draining device, but the presence of the destroyer called for a change in his tactics. Sometimes it was better to hide and run, then to hit and run.
"The destroyer is launching fighters!", the tactical officer said behind him. Slaver watched as twelve small craft emerged from the destroyer, splitting into four groups of three fighters each. Standard Star Legion fighter formations, Slaver thought. Somehow, the Star Legion had seen through their cloaking device since the four groups of fighters vectored towards them.
"Shit! Disengage cloak. We are going to need the power for our weapons!", he commanded. The fighters quickly halved the distance between the destroyer and the slave ship.
"They are trying to pin us between them and the planet," Lysander shot as he turned the Klarion Rebel about to flee. It was then that the two remaining warcruisers appeared before them and began launching fighters as well. They were trapped.
"Arm laser batteries and target the fighters in sector 27 alpha."
"Weapons armed, sir!", his weapon officer advised a second later.
"Fire!" Lances of bright blue light shot forth from the Slaver's ship, instantly wiping out three fighters before the rest could scatter. "Bring us around to 270 mark 25!," Slaver bellowed, "and prepare to fire a four missile spread at that destroyer in sector 33 delta!"
Lysander banked the ship around, and they raced back towards the destroyer and it's twelve fighters.
"Prepare Vonox missiles!"
"Standing by, sir!"
"Give us a lock, commander." The Klarion Rebel maneuvered slightly as it closed the distance between itself and it's foes in front as the net closed in from behind.
"We have a lock, Captain!", the weapon's officer announced.
"Launch missiles." The ship shuddered slightly as four nuclear missiles raced from their bay in the belly of the ship, spiraling towards the waiting destroyer, which went into it's own evasive maneuvers to escape the missiles. It did, but half of it's fighters were not as lucky, disappearing into the four balls of nuclear fire that blossomed where the destroyer was. By now, the remaining fighters had caught up to the Klarion Rebel and swarmed around the slave ship, rocking it with laser and disruptor beams. They were too small and fast for his own gunners to get a good fix on. Their shields were holding, dispersing the attack, but Slaver did not know for how long. Another massive explosion rocked the ship, quickly followed by another as each of the following warcruisers opened fire with their much larger weapons. It did not sound good to Slaver, and by the way they were losing power, the ship was now badly wounded.
"Engineering section hit, sir", the engineering officer shouted from his station. "Port maneuvering thrusters also disabled!"
The ship was crippled and it now became apparent that it was only a matter of time before they would be helpless. Slaver touched a button at his console, opening up a channel throughout the ship. "Prepare for boarding. All hands to repel boarders!" A warning klaxon began to wail throughout the ship and black uniformed soldiers raced to their stations throughout the ship.
Two more fighters disappeared in silent explosions, but another one got through a gap on their port side, rocking the Klarion Rebel once again. The lights on the bridge flickered twice, then continued their steady red glow.
"Generators 34 and 47 destroyed, Captain," the engineer said to him, "we are down to only 42% power in our shields, impulse engines down to 56% efficiency. We can't take much more of this sir!" The ship then lurched, tossing several crew members about the bridge.
"They locked a tractor beam onto us, sir," Lysander reported, "we can't break free at present power!" The slave ship struggled against the tractor beam as Lysander tried in vain to free the ship from the invisible grasp of the warcruiser that held it.
The second warcruiser then locked it's own tractor beam onto the Klarion Rebel, pinning the ship between the two Star Legion vessels, slowly pulling the slave ship to a dead stop in space.
"Shut down engines!", Slaver shouted to the engineering officer who was pulling himself back onto his feet, blood running down his face from a large gash over his eye. He did not want the Klarion Rebel to blow up on it's own by an overload in power. He was not ready to die yet.
Slaver unbuckled himself from his chair and stood. He had little time with which to prepare his escape.
"Order all hands to abandon ship!" he ordered his science officer. "Hold them off as long as you can, but take no chances." He opened up a channel to all hands and spoke into his wrist communicator. "All hands, this is the Captain. We are held in a tractor beam between two Star Legion warcruisers. A third destroyer is rapidly approaching us. We are to be boarded with a few minutes. All hands execute Evacuation Plan Bravo! Good luck to you all."
Slaver walked up to the helm. "Commander Lysander." The Vegan officer looked up to him, as he unbuckled from the helm.
"Let's go," Slaver said and turned towards the exit. Commander Lysander stood and followed Slaver, wondering where they were going and what Slaver planned to do.
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