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Supergirl's shoulders and back ached from the strain of her suspended hogtie. All her weight seemed to concentrate on her hips and shoulders, her trim stomach strained as it bowed towards the floor, her muscles in her back hurting from being arched so severely. She looked around Slaver's quarters as she slowly revolved in the air, but she saw without seeing. She was oblivious to her surroundings, only aware of her bondage, her pain, and her predicament. It was obvious now to her that this was the punishment that Slaver probably had in mind for her, and was thankful that it was not the Neuro-Whip instead. In comparison with the agony that the whip inflicted, the pain she was suffering from now from her suspension was very mild. She could tolerate the discomfort that she was experiencing. She wondered how much longer she would have to endure this punishment.
Her breasts felt so different to her from the ropes cutting into her flesh above and below the firm fleshy mounds, causing them to jut out before her invitingly. The suspension tightened the skin of her breasts, and her nipples were hard and erect from the sensation. She had stopped her struggling once Slaver had left the room. It only hurt more when she did, and she knew that it would be best for her to save her strength for later when Slaver returned.
Supergirl tried to take her mind off of her severe bondage by thinking about the Vegan officer who had accompanied Slaver. He seemed somehow to be oddly familiar, but she could not place him. Also, there was something different in his eyes, different from the eyes from the rest of Slaver's men. The look he gave her was out of place from what she expected. Yes, there was lust there, but also compassion. She thought the tall officer was very handsome, with those intense piercing blue eyes. She remembered how he had piloted the shuttle so brilliantly, escaping their pursuers, handling the craft as if it were an extension of his own mind and body. He didn't say much, other to answer Slaver. Supergirl wondered just what the connection was between Slaver and the mysterious Vegan, and why he seemed so familiar. She wondered if she had ever met him before, and under what circumstances?
Supergirl was finding it very hard to concentrate on anything, other than her bondage. She hated being so confused and helpless. Time stood still for the heroine, minutes became hours for her as she slowly rotated in the air. She did not know where she was, other than in the clutches of her captor, Slaver. She looked at the couch on which Slaver had bound and sexually assaulted her and she thought back to the pleasure that had mixed in with the pain of her captivity. She shook her head slowly in dismay. He had almost seemed tender in his brutalities towards her, and she strangely wished that Slaver was with her now so that she would not be alone.
That was always Supergirl's biggest fear, of being alone. The fear was especially great since she had witness the extinction of her people. She was the last Kryptonian, except for Kal-el, her cousin and mentor, and only friend that truly understood what she felt.
Supergirl's mind wandered aimless through the paths of her past, recalling past flames. Men who she had felt attraction for and had known as her alter ego, Linda Lee. Never had she known the ultimate physical love of a man a woman. the life of a super-heroine keeping her distant from all involvements and relationships beyond those needed to protect her secret identity. She thought of how silly her secret identity was now. She felt so naked and exposed, even though her ragged costume still covered her body. But the nakedness she felt came from within. From her weakness, her vulnerability, her loss of powers, and her helplessness. She was nothing more now than a helpless female, no longer a super girl.
She wondered who she really was. Supergirl or Linda Lee? Two very different sides to the same coin, separate from each other as night and day. Neither of them maturing through the experience of living a normal life, with it's ups and downs as a normal person. Only now, as Supergirl reflected on her past did she feel that both of the two sides of her were struggling to join, to make her whole as a person. She wondered if she should fear the joining.
"To resist....or not to resist. That is the question," she whispered out loud to herself with bitter amusement at her paraphrasing of William Shakespeare.
Supergirl's world was now just a haze of physical sensations that she hung in as she swam through her memories. She slowly revolved back and forth, caused by the deliberate twisting of the cable from which she was suspended. Now and then she would tug at the bonds locking her arms and would make herself to swing back and forth as well as in circles. Her battle against the bondage was over. Now she started to enjoy the odd thrill that her helplessness was giving her. She experimented with her captivity, giving out quiet mewing sounds from behind her gag.
It was truly better to be an alive slave than a dead heroine she finally determined, finally accepting her fate. But, she would not be one willingly. She knew that she would always fight her captors. They would have her body, but they could never truly conquer her mind she vowed silently to herself. She then realized how futile her own thoughts were sounding, and wondered if not her mind would soon follow her body into total slavery. And, if she was to be a slave, then who would be her "Master"?
Supergirl thought that Slaver was the best candidate since he was the one who had captured her and was putting her through this 'slave training'. But, she was not so sure because of her...past...status of Supergirl, and knew that she had many enemies who would pay ANYTHING to have her as their slave, to keep her in perpetual bondage, to torment her, and doing God knows what else to her. She feared that she would be sold to some strange alien creature, an evil warlord that would put her through all sorts of alien tortures until she begged for death.
Oddly enough, she knew that Slaver would never kill her, or torture her in such a way that she begged for death. Neither would the mysterious Vegan. But, she had seen that quality for sadism and death in Ballus. She gave a small involuntary shudder at the thought of the strange Trull, and wondered about his fate. She knew that if he had survived the attack on the "Klarion Rebel", and escaped as they did, that he would probably come hunting for her, to revenge himself for the pain that she had given him. He was one that she definitely did not want to have as her master. However, she knew that she would really have no choice in the matter. Profit would most probably be the final determining factor in her fate.
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"The way that I see it, Commander," Slaver said as he faced Lysander from across the briefing table in his operations room, "the Star Legion is set on totally shutting down my operations. We will let them think that they have succeeded."
"How sir?", the Vegan officer asked, "They are not stupid and probably will discover us here before too long."
"Not for a while. This planet is not on any star charts. I have made sure of that, and they did not have time to do a security command over-ride probe before we jumped, so they have no idea as to where we where headed. There is even the possibility that they think that we destroyed ourselves by attempting to jump so close to a quasar."
"That is true, sir. But, there was a security leak somewhere in our organization. Otherwise, the Legion would not have been able to trap us like they did."
"Any ideas of who you think that might of been, Commander?"
"I would have to say that it was a member of the Trull contingent." Lysander said carefully. He was treading on thin ice here, as Slaver always thought could buy anyone's loyalty, and truly believed that he had bought the loyalty of the Trulls on his crew.
"Explain yourself, commander!" Slaver shot back at him, leaning closer to his executive officer, his eyes locking with those of the Vegan.
"ah hem...well, Ballus was getting too powerful in your organization, and I believe that he set us up so that he could take over. At no time during the final assault on the "Rebel" was Ballus to be found. Also, I have had some of my own operational orders from you delayed until he gave his own consent. Many of the crew spoke higher of him than they did of you, sir. He was also changing some of the security codes."
"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?!" Slaver bellowed at the Vegan, leaning back into his chair in shock that his most trusted friend and ally would betray him.
"Would you have believed me then, sir?" Lysander asked. Slaver settled into his chair in thought, and the Vegan officer knew that he had scored a major victory in his battle against Ballus. All of the power grabbing that Ballus had been doing was now backfiring. Lysander smiled to himself as the finger of blame was cast upon Ballus successfully. Ballus would now become Slaver's scapegoat and that would allow him to continue his mission for the Star Legion unsuspected.
"I will have to think on this. You are dismissed for now, Commander." Slaver said, turning his chair he sat in to look at the large map of the galaxy they were in that filled the wall behind him. Slaver did not want the Vegan to see the confusion and the fear that clouded his features. He heard his executive officer rise behind him and leave the room, leaving the crimelord alone with his thoughts of betrayal.
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Lysander left Slaver's operations center and entered the elevator to take him down to the crew quarters. He had to hurry, since the security over-ride that he had entered into the main computer would only remain for a short time before erasing itself. All monitors in Slaver's personal quarters were now on a thirty second loop, so that it would appear that everything was quiet and normal. He had also placed a proximity bug to alert him when Slaver left the conference room.
The Vegan quickly left the elevator and moved down the corridor to the end and opened the door to Slaver's quarters using a miniature electronic lockpick. The lock would show no effects of tampering, he knew. The Legion had supplied him with the latest in espionage equipment.
The door silently opened and Commander Lysander went inside, stopping just inside the the doorway, staring at the sight of Supergirl before him. Slaver had bound her into a strict hogtie and had suspended her from the ceiling thus. But, it was the odd look on her face that caused him to pause. She had the look of someone lost within themselves, and he knew that she had probably placed herself in some sort of trance to escape the pain that her suspension would create.
He moved forward so that the door would close behind him and moved up to the blonde superheroine. He slowly moved around her, examining her and her bondage, finally stopping before her. He reached forward and undid the clasps of her gag and slowly removed it from between her full lips. Kneeling, he took her face in his hands so that she would see him face to face. He licked his lips. She was so beautiful. Her hair was like golden silk under his hands. He gently rubbed his thumbs along her head in a way known to Vegans to rouse an unconscious person.
Supergirl's eyes fluttered slowly open, then she gave a quiet gasp of surprise. Where had the Vegan come from?
It was then that she realized that her gag had been removed and that she could speak. But, it was the Vegan that spoke first.
"Supergirl, my name is Tasdron Lysander. You saved my life once. It was seven years ago, in the Degroni System. Do you remember?" he gently asked her as he continued to gently rub her temples with his fingertips as he held her face between his large hands.
Suddenly she did. Everything she knew about the Vegan named Tasdron Lysander cam rushing back to her. She had been on a space mission to examine a black hole for NASA. Arriving at the outskirts of the massive gravitational phenomena she witnessed a small Vegan spacecraft starting to get sucked into the black holes gravitational whirlpool. It would have been totally destroyed if she had not flown immediately to it and brought it outside the gravity field of the black hole using her tremendous strength. She found out that it was crewed by a single person, a young Vegan officer who was conducting experiments for his government. He had strayed too close and his ship had been snared by the intense gravitational pull. They had then spent a brief time together gathering data for their two sponsors, sharing the knowledge. They then separated to return to their respective home planets. Now, years later, here he was again, and she wondered if he was here to return the favor.
"Yes...I remember," she whispered. Her lips were so dry and she tried to wet them with the tip of her tongue so that they would work right. "What are you doing here?" she finally asked the handsome officer before her, now aware that he held her head in his hands, keeping her from spinning slowly before him.
"Have you ever heard of the Star Legion?" he asked.
"Yes. They are some sort of galactic police and peace-keeping force, like the Green Lantern Corps." She remembered tales of the Star Legion, who were not as well known as the powerful Green Lanterns, but were well respected in their own right.
"Yes. And, it was the Star Legion that attacked the ship that you were on, the "Klarion Rebel", before our escape."
"Where they trying to rescue us?", Supergirl asked hopefully. Lysander slowly shook his head.
"No, they were aware that Slaver had a sizable amount of captives aboard, but they did not know about you."
"How do you fit into all of this?" she then asked, a small bit of suspicion in her voice, mixing with the hope that she was also starting to feel. She wondered if this was some sort of ploy by Slaver, to make her hope for rescue, only to dash it cruelly in an attempt to break her spirit.
"I am a Legionnaire, Supergirl. Star Legion Intelligence Division. I am undercover, and have been so for several years now, penetrating Slaver's organization. I am the one who arranged for the ambush and capture of Slaver's ship."
"But, he escaped!" she softly exclaimed.
"Yes, we wanted him to so that he would lead us to the heart of his operation. We are going to take down his whole organization, everyone from top to bottom. We want Slaver to lead us to his boss."
"He's not acting on his own??"
"No. He is simply a very powerful mercenary, who has achieved fame in pirating Earth girls to sell them on the intergalactic slave market. There is a huge demand for slaves throughout the galaxy, and Earth girls bring some of the highest prices. Slaver is the only way that we can think of to get to the head of this web of evil, to cut if off, and destroy the slave trade once and for all." Lysanders eyes were intense as they stared into Supergirl's eyes, and she could tell that the Vegan felt very strongly about what he was talking about. He hated the thought of slavery, and wanted with all his soul to destroy it.
"What about me?" Supergirl then asked. The Vegan looked into the lovely bright blue eyes that stared intently back at him from between his hands. He was very attracted to her and regretted the decision that he had made. But, there was no other choice for him. His mission came first before any attempt could be made to cancel the debt of life between them.
"I am afraid that you are going to have to stay here, where you are, for now. I am sorry, Supergirl. But, I cannot tip my hand too soon. In fact, you may be the best thing to happen for us yet, because as soon as the management of the slave cartel finds out that Slaver has you , they are going to insist that he brings you before them. So, for now, you are the bait to our trap. Don't worry, though. I will make sure that you will not be harmed. I will see to it that you are freed, I promise you that!" He moved even closer to the suspended heroine, his eyes never wavering from hers. "All I ask is that you trust me. Alright?"
Supergirl looked at Lysander and thought that she would fall into his ice blue eyes. She then saw that quality again in his eyes, a quality that she could trust. She saw mercy and compassion. She knew that should could trust this man. But then, she had no choice.
"Yes, Tasdron. I trust you." she smiled. It was a small smile, but it came from deep within her. A smile that came from hope.
"Good," he answered, smiling back at her. "Now, I am going to leave you. Slaver does not know that I have been here, and I would like to keep it that way. Also, he thinks that it was the Trull, Ballus, who betrayed him to the Star Legion, so keep that in mind."
Lysander then slowly removed his hands from her face and picked up the gag from the floor. He looked at Supergirl, and she nodded her head. She understood that in order to win the war she must remain a prisoner. She slowly opened her mouth and allowed the Vegan to place the gag into her mouth. He then carefully buckled it secure, making sure that the gag was secured the same way that he had found it.
"I'll be back, " he then said standing. Supergirl looked up at him over her gag and gave him a wink. The Vegan officer than turned and left the room to return to his quarters before the computer over-ride finished, leaving Supergirl slowly spinning in her suspension behind him, her eyes now filled with hope.
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