Chapter 2: Humiliation of a Kryptonian

Chapter 2 Humiliation of a Kryptonian

Kara swung in a slow circle. Her shoulders and arms ached from the strain of supporting her 135 pounds. She had no idea how long she had been suspended in the painful position nor any idea where she was. The blindfold covering her eyes prevented her from seeing anything. Nor could she call out. Her mouth was very effectively gagged by what felt like a rubber ball. And almost worst of all, she could tell from the play of air upon her body that she was almost totally naked. There was one thing even more frightening than her circumstances, however, and it left her absolutely terrified.

Her superpowers were gone.

She had never experienced such a feeling of complete helplessness. Her X-ray vision, her super strength, and her invulnerability were gone. She could determine the latter from the pain generated by the coarse fibres of the ropes cutting into her flesh. It was a strange and frightening sensation. She had never felt pain before. She was certain of one thing though and that was that she did not like it.

She wondered how long she had been hanging wherever she was. She was beginning to pant with the pain and beads of sweat covered her body. She felt her body cool as the moisture evaporated as it oozed from her pores. How had she gotten herself into such a predicament? Her memories of what had happened were very hazy. The last thing she could remember was….

“Kara,” Sylvie asked, in her French accented English, “why don’t you come vit me? You spend all your time in zis little apartment. It can’t be much of a life. And you really are quite good looking you know.”

Kara smiled at her friend. She knew Sylvie from her classes at Municipal University. There was a bit of a rivalry between her and the dark-haired French-Canadian girl for top marks, but they were good friends and had helped each other in their courses. Sylvie sometimes struggled with her English and Kara battled with her French. They found studying together to be most beneficial. She was about to give her usual excuse when she suddenly realized that she didn’t really have anything pressing to do tonight. Criminal activity in the city was at an all time low, Kara’s nighttime forays had seen to that. She had done better since her first patrol and most criminals chose to stay off the streets and avoid her night time forays.

“Alright,” she said, “I’ll come with you. Where did you plan on going?’

“Zee Raging Duck,” Sylvie replied. “It’s zee hottest joint in town. Cool name too, no?”

“Uh, yes,” smiled Kara, unenthusiastically. “A cool name. I’ll bet it’s lots of fun.”

Sylvie laughed. “You come. You’ll see. We’ll both have a good time. Perhaps meet some cute boys.”

Kara grinned her reply. She still did not have a boyfriend. At eighteen she was still a virgin and likely to remain so. She shuddered as she thought of what might happen if she ever had an orgasm with a Terran male. The convulsions of her vagina would probably crush his penis like a sausage squeezed out of its casing.

“I’ll get ready,” she said, dismissing the ugly thought. One day she would find a lover. It was inconceivable that she could go her entire life without meeting someone who could match her physically. At least she certainly hoped not.

She dressed simply. Jeans and a T-shirt would do. The Raging Duck wasn’t really all that formal. She looked at herself in the mirror. The T-shirt clung to her body emphasizing her large and amazingly firm breasts and her tiny waist. She let a little bit of her tummy show. Just enough to display her navel. She understood that some men found that incredibly attractive. She pushed her jeans a little lower on her flaring hips. That was nice, it emphasized the slight roundedness of her abdomen and the flat musculature of her stomach.

She wondered if she should take off her black plastic glasses and decided against it. She didn’t need them. But they served to disguise her somewhat. Along with the brown contact lenses she wore and her pony tail hairstyle they were her only real efforts at disguising her superheroine identity. It was amazing what a difference such small changes could make. As far as she knew no one connected her with the caped and costumed heroine who patrolled the skies over the city.

Stepping out of the bathroom she joined Sylvie. “Oh, Kara,” the dark-haired girl said. I thought you would get rid of zose glasses and let your hair down. You look like a nerd.”

“I like my hair this way,” said Kara, “and I need my glasses to see.”

“One day I give you a makeover,” said Sylvie. “But I guess you will have to come as you are. You have a nice figure anyway.”

“Thanks mom,” Kara smiled. “Shall we go now?”

The Raging Duck was dark, noisy, and crowded. It was not exactly the sort of place that Kara felt comfortable in. But she tried to get into the spirit of things, joining in with the others in a frenzy of dancing. When she submerged herself in the beat of the music she found that it had an almost hypnotic effect on her. But she did not entirely lose herself. Sylvie got quite a bit more into it than she did. But Sylvie was drinking and that helped enhance the power of the pounding rhythms.

Kara drank too. But alcohol was wasted on her. It had absolutely no effect on her alien body. She noticed that a number of the dancers were consuming more than just alcohol. Popping pills was something of which she did not approve and she tried to keep an eye out for the pushers who were dispensing to the gyrating dancers, but in the darkness and general chaos it was hard to pick them out.

She could, of course, have resorted to using her X-ray vision, but she did not like subjecting a room full of people to that sort of intense radiation and so she held off. After all, she was there to have a good time. She couldn’t always be chasing criminals.

“Isn’t zis fantastic?” shrieked Sylvie during a relative lull in the storm of noise. “Aren’t you glad you came?”

Kara nodded and helped her friend over to a table. Sylvie, not too surprisingly, seemed a little unsteady. Kara decided to stay with her just in case she had consumed one too many hard lemonades.

“Can I get you ladies something to drink?’ Kara looked up to see a tall, powerfully built man standing over them. There was something vaguely familiar about him, but she couldn’t quite place it. “Perhaps you would like something non-alcoholic. It looks as if your friend might need something to sober her up.”

“Thanks,” said Kara. “That would be nice. Some coffee perhaps.”

The man returned a few minutes later, carrying two steaming Styrofoam cups of coffee. “Best I could do,” he apologized. “They were all out of china.”

“Thanks,” Kara smiled. “I think Sylvie needs this.”

The man returned her smile. “I’m Kink,” he said. “I own this place. I don’t like to see people drinking too much. Nothing like overdoing it to spoil a good time.”

Kara thought the man’s name a little strange, but she was more concerned about what was going on around her than what he called himself. “What about the drugs?” she asked, sipping at her coffee. “There seem to be quite a few people using them.”

“Drugs?” asked Kink. “I don’t know anything abut drugs. They’re not legal. I certainly don’t allow them in here.”

Kara took another sip. “But surely you must have noticed. Half the people in here are blasted.”

“You’re sure of that?” Kink asked, pulling out a chair and sat across from her. “I’ve got everything on camera. If there were drugs being traded here I would spot it.”

“Of course I’m sure,” Kara said. She suddenly felt cold. Something wasn’t right. “Excuse me,” she said. “I don’t feel well.” She tried to get to her feet. The room seemed to whirl about her.

“Easy,” said Kink. “Let me help you.” He reached toward her. Kara’s vision blurred and then everything went black.

Everything was still black. But at least she could remember what had happened to her. There must have been something in that coffee. But what? She was immune to every poison and drug on Earth. She tried to swallow. Her mouth was very dry and her throat was parched. Who had done this to her and why? Could it have been Kink? He had brought the coffee. And Sylvie. What had happened to Sylvie?

She twisted her body, trying to reach the floor. Wherever the floor was. She supposed it was not too far below her. Her body swung in another circle. Her shoulders and arms were burning with agony now and in spite of the gentle flow of air over her naked body perspiration was now dripping from her body in rivulets. In spite of herself she allowed a low muffled moan to escape from her throat.

“What’s the matter, heroine? Not used to pain? Well you better get used to it. There’s going to be a lot more.”

Kara started at the sound of the man’s voice. She had heard it somewhere before. Then she remembered. It had been screaming insults at her from the rafters of the warehouse where she had apprehended the drug traffickers. It was Dirkson!

Something must have registered in her face because Dirkson commented on her confusion. “Surprised heroine? Cost a bundle to get me out on bail. But don’t worry, I’ve got good lawyers. I’ll beat the rap. In the meantime you and me are gonna have a little fun.”

“Mmmpphh!” Kara almost wet herself as a hand cupped her mound of Venus. She still had her panties on, but the sensation terrified her. Jerking her body violently she kicked out at the man who was touching her.

“Oh, you’re getting obstreperous,” said Dirkson. “We can’t have that.”

Kara kicked wildly as she felt each of her ankles being seized. Evidently there was more than one man present to witness her humiliation. Despite her efforts, each of her ankles was secured and then tied to something so that her legs were spread and she could no longer kick. Then the exploration of her body continued.

Dirkson ran his hand over the velvet smoothness of her perfectly contoured hip, creating an instant response from the suspended heroine.

“Mmmpph!” she protested. No man had ever touched her before. Not only was she a virgin, she was also completely inexperienced with members of the opposite sex in even the most casual sense. She tried to kick out, but the ropes about her ankles left her spread and helpless.

“You like that, honey? Then how abut this?”

“Mmmpphh!” Kara’s body jerked as she tried to shift away from his probing touch. He had slipped his hand under the elastic of her panties and slid one of his fingers between her labia majora.

“Mmmmpphh!” The next few seconds were mortifying as Dirkson thrust his finger into her love canal. She wrenched hr body so violently that the coarse ropes binding her wrists and ankles cut into her flesh, scraping away the skin.

“A virgin,” Dirkson exclaimed. “I might have guessed. What else would a superheroine be? Well this is going to be even more fun than I thought.”

Kara was utterly mortified. She had never expected that her superheroine career would lead to such acute embarrassment. Actually her shame went beyond embarrassment. She felt completely degraded. She was strung up like a slab of meat and being used as a plaything by a villain she despised. Her situation could not have been more humiliating. Or so she thought. A few minutes later she had cause to change her mind.

Other fingers joined Dirkson’s. She did a lot more “mmmppphhing” after that as several pairs of hands fondled her body. There were fingers everywhere, touching every imaginable part of her. Through it all she protested in the most vehement manner possible under the circumstances, but her muffled cries seemed to spur on the men who were molesting her. She twisted her body, trying desperately to avoid the probing, fondling fingers. That cost her more skin and tore painfully at her shoulders and arms, sending lightning jabs of pain through her body. Soon the area around her was splattered with the sweat that poured off her tormented body.

“You like that, superheroine?” Dirkson taunted. “You getting wet yet, or are you too pure for that?”

Kara hung limply. Her futile struggles had exhausted her, and her inability to speak made any attempted response useless.

“You’re suddenly very quiet heroine,” said Dirkson. “Perhaps I’ll take off the gag and blindfold so you can talk and see what’s going on.”

Kara gasped in relief as the confining gag was removed. Her mouth was so dry that her tongue was swollen, and her throat was hoarse from grunting in protest. When the blindfold was removed she was almost blinded. After so many hours in the dark it took her eyes a few seconds to adjust, but when they did they went wide with horror. Almost immediately she turned pale and then bright red as she saw what was around her.

More than a dozen thugs were standing in a circle about her; most of them with sardonic grins on their faces. Acutely embarrassed and almost trembling with fear, she managed to stammer out a question; actually two questions. “Why have you done this? What do you want with me?”

“Can’t you guess bitch? This is a little bit of payback. You’ve caused me no end of trouble.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kara groaned. “I don’t even know you.”

“The hell you don’t. You busted up my biggest score of the year when you picked off that heroin shipment and got me in trouble with the boss. You owe me big for that, and I intend to collect.”

“I don’t understand,” Kara said. “I’m just a student, not a superheroine. Please let me down, I’m in terrible pain.”

“I’m a criminal, not a moron,” replied Dirkson. “Just a student my ass. You must think I’m a fool. I’ll never forget that body. I’ve never seen anything like it. You’re one of a kind, babe.”

“And I’m not a fool either,” said a voice from behind her. The voice was vaguely familiar and Kara twisted her body trying to see who it was. A few seconds later the speaker sauntered into sight. It was the man who had introduced himself to her in the Raging Duck.

“I spotted you the moment you came through the door of the club,” the man said. “You ever hear of face recognition technology? I have it installed on cameras by the entrance. Your picture has been in the paper enough times the last few months that I was able to download it into the computer. You should have seen the lights come on when you came through the door.”

“You must be mistaken,” Kara protested. “I’m no superheroine.”

“Not any more you’re not. I’ve seen to that. But I know who you are alright. I gave you enough Rohypnol to put a dozen women under and it had absolutely no effect on you. Took out your friend pretty good though.”

“You brute,” cried Kara. “What have you done to Sylvie?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get to see your friend soon enough. I’ve got something special planned concerning her.”

“Don’t hurt her,” Kara said. “You do and you’ll regret it.”

“And how is that supposed to happen?” The man said. “Seems to me you’re pretty helpless. And didn’t you just tell me you’re not a superheroine?”

“I’m not,” Kara said. “Do you think a superheroine could be captured so easily?”

“As a matter of fact I do. After the Rohypnol failed to work I was sure I was on to something so I tried something else. Something very expensive. You got any idea what a few grams of kryptonite costs? It makes cocaine look like sugar. It’s going to take me several drug shipments to get that money back. But now that you’re not around I guess the drugs will get through won’t they? So maybe it’s a good investment.”

“Kryptonite?” said Kara, feigning ignorance. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Powdered kryptonite actually. I put it in your coffee along with some sleeping pills. The combination seems to have worked because here you are. So don’t give me any more crap about not being a superheroine. Besides, I found your costume in your purse.”

Kara knew she was trapped. Her secret identity had been penetrated and now she was the helpless prisoner of one of New Gotham’s most dangerous criminals. She knew who he was now. He was George “Kink” Kennedy, the older brother of the thug she had apprehended on her first patrol. Younger brother Mike was now awaiting trial in the New Gotham jail.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked. A cold chill ran through her guts. For the first time in her life she felt fear. She was completely at the mercy of one of the most dangerous and ruthless of criminals.

“First, I’m going to let you watch a little show. Then I’m going to give you the beating of your life. And finally me and the boys are going to fuck your ass until you can’t stand up.”

The fear in Kara intensified. The horror if her situation was now abundantly clear. Somehow she had to find a way to escape, but how could she with her superpowers stripped from her by the deadly power of kryptonite?

Kyrptonite. Her cousin had warned her about the noxious substance. In sufficient quantities the strange glowing green element could be fatal to a Kryptonian. Fortunately it was so incredibly rare that she had never before encountered it. But now somehow, Kink had managed to get his hands on some. It had rendered her completely helpless. As her fear mounted she tried to talk her way out of her predicament.

“Please,” she said, “don’t do this. “You’ve made a mistake. I’m not a superheroine. I have no special powers.”

“You’re lying, bitch,” spoke a second voice; one that seemed vaguely familiar. “I saw you in the warehouse and I’ll never forget that face – or that body.”

Kara finally gave up denying what she was. The voice was that of the man she had helped put in jail, Mike Kennedy. “What are you doing here?” she asked. “You should be in jail.”

“Good lawyers and a little bit of cash courtesy of big brother here. With luck my lawyers will delay the trial for months or even years. In the meantime I’m really going to enjoy paying you back.”

Kara tried to control her frightened breathing. Her sense of helplessness intensified. Robbed of her powers, painfully suspended by her wrists, and almost completely naked in a room full of criminals she was close to begging for mercy. But her superheroine pride would not let her do it.

“Time to get on with the show, bitch,” said Kink’s voice again. “I’m hoping you enjoy it as much as I am going to.” He walked over to the side of the room. Kara noticed that there were a row of windows covered by Venetian blinds on that wall. Kink raised the blinds and Kara cried out in dismay. On the other side of the glass was Sylvie. The dark-haired French Canadian girl was being held by two men so that she was facing directly toward Kara, but it was obvious that she did not see the blonde superheroine who hung so helplessly from the ceiling.

“One way glass,” thought Kara. She turned her head toward Kink. “Why are you showing me this? What are you going to do to her?”

“Watch and see, bitch. As I promised, first you get to see a little show. Take it as a lesson in what happens to the friends of those who go up against me.”

“No you can’t,” Kara said. “She didn’t do anything. She’s just an innocent girl.”

“She’ll be a lot less innocent when I get through with her. I hope you enjoy her screams.”

“No!” screamed Kara. “Please don’t. She doesn’t know anything about me. She’s just a girl I go to classes with.”

“How touching. Now she’s going to get a lesson in anatomy.” Kink walked over to the window and rapped on the glass. Immediately the two men holding Sylvie picked her up and three her face up across a wooden table. As the girl’s clothes were ripped from her body she screamed in terror.

“Oh please don’t,” begged Kara. “Punish me, but let her go.”

“Very noble,” laughed Kink. “But don’t worry. We will punish you, and more than you can ever imagine.” Then he turned and left the room.

Sylvie shrieked horribly as she was spread. She had no idea where she was or who the men were who were brutalizing her. Her last coherent memory before waking up in a small room was dancing in the Raging Duck. Since that time she had lived in terror awaiting her fate in absolute dread. The moment she had feared finally came. The door was opened and she was dragged from the room by two powerfully built men. “Who are you?” she quavered. “What do you want of me?”

The men holding her laughed. “A piece of your tight cunt would be nice, cutie,” on of them answered. He laughed again and the other man joined in.

“Let me go,” Sylvie pleaded. “I’ve done nothing to you. You can’t treat me like this.”

Both men laughed again. They hauled her into a room that was bare except for a wooden table. One side of the room was lined with mirrors. Holding her between them they turned her toward the mirrors. “What do you want me to do?” she asked confused. There seemed no logical reason for their action.

“Smile, twat,” one of the men said. “You’re on display.”

“I don’t understand,” said Sylvie. “What are you talking about?”

The two thugs did not answer; instead they held her in place for a short while. Then there was a sharp rapping sound from the other side of the mirrors. “Alright, honey,” one of the men said. “Time to get you ready.” Hauling her backward across the room they threw her onto her back on the table.

“No,” Sylvie screamed. “Please no.” The men ignored her. While one man held onto her wrists the other man forced her legs apart and moved between them. Sylvie screamed in complete terror. And then to her surprise the men just held her. Almost numb with fear she lay there, expecting at every moment to be raped.

Kink Kennedy opened the door to the room where the French-Canadian girl was being held. He was looking forward to this. The girl was a real looker. Not quite as spectacular as the superheroine, but definitely worth a fuck. He entered the room and took in his victim.

She was dressed in a tight-fitting pair of black slacks and a diaphanous blouse that did very little to hide the beautiful body beneath it. She had long dark hair, dark eyes, and a very kissable mouth. Moving across the room, he motioned to the man holding her legs to step aside.

“You,” the girl said. “The man at the club.” She had recognized him. That was too bad. It meant she could not be allowed to live. Of course, he could always keep her. She would provide useful entertainment for his men.

“Stop,” the girl said as he placed his hands over her soft breasts. They were small, but perfectly formed. She hardly needed the black bra that covered them. “Please stop,” the girl repeated. “Don’t do zis to me.”

Kink found her accent very sexy. He had always liked foreign women, especially those who were beautiful as this one was. “What’s the matter beautiful? Don’t tell me you’re a virgin like your friend.”

“My friend? The girl asked. “You’ve got Kara? What have you done to her? Please don’t hurt her she knows nothing about men.”

Funny how these women always seemed to be more worried abut each other than they were about their friends. It must be a characteristic of those who were heroines or friends of heroines. But the girl had not answered his question. “A bit shy are we?” he said. Then he began to unbutton her blouse.

“No!” the girl shrieked. She bucked her body like a mule trying to free herself from the men who held her, but they were expecting the reaction. Grinning they held her tight.

One by one Kink flicked open each button, spreading her blouse as he did so and revealing the girl’s heaving breasts. As Kink had noted they were small, but perfect. Her bra was front closing and he snapped open the clasp. The girl’s dark-nippled breasts fell free. The removal of the bra hardly changed their shape and Kink bent his head to nibble at them.

“No! No! No!” the girl protested as Kink sucked first one nipple then the other. He took his time. He wanted the superheroine in the next room to have a good show. Finally satisfied, he shifted his attention to her tight fitting slacks. The girl’s feet were bare. She had kicked off her stylish high-heeled shoes in her struggles and it was fairly easy for Kink to ease her slacks down her long beautiful legs and toss them on the floor. All the while the girl kept up her protests, battling desperately to escape her captors.

But the slender girl had no chance against the three men who held her. She lay helpless on the tabletop, the ruthless crime boss positioned between her beautifully rounded thighs, and clad only in her panties and a pair of nylon stocking and garter belt. Kink made short work of these filmy garments, peeling off each stocking and simply snapping the elastic that held on the thin panties.

By now the girl was sobbing in fear, too terrified to raise a coherent objection. Slowly, more for the benefit of the watching heroine than his victim, Kink unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. He was sporting a formidable erection, and the girl screamed in appropriate recognition of his weapon. Kink lubricated his phallus with a small tube of petroleum jelly. And then as the girl cried out he entered her.

He took his time in this as well. The dark-haired French-Canadian was very tight and her love canal was completely dry. He gave the lubricant a little time to work. He found to his disappointment that she was not a virgin. It would have been fun to be the one who deflowered her. “Naughty girl,” he said. “You’ve done this before.”

The girl managed to stop screaming long enough to plead with him one more time. “Please stop. You’re hurting me. Just let me go. I won’t tell anybody.”

In answer Kink thrust hard into her. Her response was most rewarding.

“Aaagghh!” she screamed. Then she broke down into hopeless sobbing.

Kink enjoyed himself for the next half hour, before finally reach orgasm. Then he turned the girl over to his henchmen. “Enjoy yourselves boys. I’ve got a heroine to attend to.”

The two thugs were happy to comply. Even before Kink was out of the room one of them was pounding vigorously into the weeping girl. He gave her one last look, enjoying the sight of the girl’s small dark-nippled breasts quivering as she was impaled by the first of the two men to take her. Kink closed the door. Now to get back to the heroine.

Kara burst into tears as her friend was ravaged. The rape seemed to last forever as first Kink then the next man took the screaming girl. Kara’s magnificent bosom heaved with emotion. She had been captured by monsters. Never had she imagined that her efforts to fight crime might lead to the brutal rape of her best friend. Shocked and dismayed she could hardly believe what she was witnessing.

“Enjoy that, bitch?” asked Kink, as he returned to the room. “Just keep in mind that it’s entirely your fault. And you know what’s worse; we’re gonna do the same thing to her tomorrow. In the meantime it’s your turn.”

Kara sobbed openly. It was all her fault. She had allowed herself and her friend to be captured and as a result Sylvie had been subject to a brutal and degrading ordeal. Nothing they could have done could have hurt her more.

“Forget the French twat. It’s time to start worrying about yourself.” Kink was idly swinging a three foot length of heavy electrical cable. “As I promised,” he continued. “First the show, and then the beating. Let’s see just how tough you are without your super powers.” He moved off to one side of Kara so that he could bring the cable directly across her smooth back.

“Anything else to say before we start?” Kink asked, swishing the strap through the air.

“Please,” said Kara through her tears, “beat me, but let Sylvie go. I’ll do anything you want, but please don’t punish her because of me.”

“You know,” Kink said, “nothing you could have said would make me more likely to punish your friend. Later I think I’ll fuck her again myself. But right now I’ve got something else to do.”

Kara hung her head. How could she have allowed this to happen? Sylvie’s torment was going to continue, and it was all because of her weakness. Then her mind was taken off her friend as the one inch cable touched her for the first time.

“Aaahhh!” Kara could not help herself. The pain was excruciating. She was certain that all of the skin must have been torn off her back. Never having experienced pain before her senses were suddenly overwhelmed by the unbelievable agony.

“Don’t worry, bitch,” Kink sneered. “I won’t rip you up too bad this time. I want you reasonably healthy for what is going to happen to you later. He swung the cable again, striking her back with a sharp ‘crack!’

“Aaghhh!” Kara responded loudly. Kink had hit her so hard that the breath was driven from her lungs and her entire body shook from the impact. Before she could recover from the blow he hit her again and then again.

In all he gave her two dozen strokes. The pain was so great that Kara almost fainted and it was probably this that prompted Kink to stop. He wanted her awake for what he was going to do to her next. First, however, he inspected her injuries.

“What do you think?” he said to his brother.

“She bruised, but not as much as she should be. I think she’s healing,” replied Mike. “And that means the kryptonite is probably wearing off. How long has it been since you dosed her?”

Kara felt a surge of hope. If only she could break free of the insidious power of the kryptonite! She attempted to move her arms and legs. To her dismay the ropes still held, but she felt stronger and the pain of the beating seemed to be fading with abnormal speed.

“We better deal with her fast or we’re gonna have an angry superheroine on our hands,” Mike said. “And I’ve seen what she can do.”

“Cut her down! Cut her down fast!” yelled Kink.

Several men rushed to do his bidding. Kara felt the ropes holding her wrist part and then she landed in a heap on the floor. She was still suffering too badly from the beating to do anything but lie there. Then she felt her strength returning. Slowly she got to her hands and knees, her ankles still tied by ropes to two eyebolts in the floor. At that point several men grabbed hold of her.

Karra fought back, but she was still far too weak. One man grabbed each of her arms and the other two held her legs. As she struggled to escape they turned her on her back and then Kink sat on top of her, using his weight to pin her to the floor.

“Open wide super babe,” he said. Kara clamped her jaws, but Mike shoved a funnel between her lips and rammed it past her teeth.

“Mmmppph!” She tried to scream but the funnel filled her mouth.

“How much do we give her?” asked Mike.

“I’m not sure. This stuff cost me $20,000 a gram. I gave her two grams last time, but I diluted it 100 to one in coffee.”

“Let’s try the same then. Swallow super babe.” He upended a small vial into the funnel.

Kara tried not to swallow, but the funnel was right against the back of her throat. The greenish fluid dripped down her throat in spite of her best efforts. A strange lassitude came over her as the kryptonite took effect. She could feel the strength draining out of her body.

“That’s it baby, relax,” said Kink. “You wouldn’t want to miss the fun now would you?”

“We got her now,” said Mike. “Where should we take her?”

“Put her on the table,” Kink said, pointing to a four by six foot metal table.

“No,” Kara protested weakly. She knew what was going to happen to her on that table. But the strength of the four men was far beyond her weakened state to resist.

“No! NO!” she screamed louder as the first effects of the kryptonite wore off. She struggled desperately in the arms of the men who held her.

“Come on babe,” said Kink. “This is the best part. This is where we make you into a woman.”

“NO! NO! NO!” Kara shrieked. The four men slammed her face up on the table. Mike held her wrists and two of the men pulled her legs apart. She was still wearing her scrimpy panties but she knew that they wouldn’t last long.

Kink moved between her thighs. He stared down at the helpless heroine spread wide on the tabletop for his benefit. She was magnificent almost beyond belief. His brother was right. She was unforgettable.

Her face was near perfection, perfectly symmetrical with high cheekbones beautifully arched golden eyebrows and the most startling blue eyes her had ever seen. Her nose was straight and slightly upturned above a pair of very kissable lips.

His eyes traveled down to her body. Her breasts were large, high and beautifully proportioned. Upturned pink nipples begged to be sucked. Slowly he closed his hands over the tempting hemispheres. “Don’t,” Kara groaned. “Please don’t.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Kink replied. He closed his hands, squeezing the soft flesh between his fingers.

Kara moaned and struggled to escape, but the three men holding her limbs held her tight. She could only lie helpless as Kink continued to fondle her body.

Kink twisted her nipples, his mouth twisted in a cruel smile as the heroine sucked in her breath. Then he ran his hands over her breasts again sweeping them down her heaving ribcage and over her flat hard belly. He paused with his fingers on the waistband of her panties then gripping them in both hands, pulled them over her hips and down her legs, revealing the golden thatch that covered her mound of Venus.

“Please stop,” Kara begged. “Please don’t do this.” She knew her protests were useless, but she was in abject fear and she could think of no way out of the dreadful situation.

“I’ll stop when I’ve fucked you until you can’t walk,” sneered Kink. Then he spread her legs again and inserted his finger between the lips of her vulva.

Kink grinned as the humiliated superheroine involuntarily responded to his probing. He already knew that she was a virgin, having already checked that out, but he delighted in the shame and embarrassment he was causing her. How humiliating it must have been to be so powerful and brought so low.

She was very tight. It would be a real battle to get all of his staff into her, but it was a battle he was going to win. And it was a battle he was most certainly going to enjoy. He withdrew his finger and unbuckled his belt.

Kara’s body bucked in one last desperate effort to prevent the inevitable. To be held down and raped was beyond any horror she had imagined might happen to her. Even worse, she knew that Kink’s reason for carrying out such a vicious act was only partly sexual. He intended to punish her in the most brutal and humiliating way that he could devise, and rape was his way of doing that as well as an assertion of his dominance over her. She thrashed wildly, droplets of sweat flying from her body, but there was no escaping the grip of the three men that held her. Then Kink unzipped his fly and dropped his pants and shorts. His massive rod stood proudly erect, waiting to perform its duty.

“Oh, please no,” Kara begged one last time. Then she screamed as Kink leaned forward and parted her vulva with the tip of his penis.

It hurt more than she had imagined it would. Kink had not bothered to use any lubricant this time and his phallus ripped her open, tearing the delicate tissues of her vagina. He drove into her brutally tearing through her hymen and penetrating to her cervix. It was quite a struggle, Kara’s tight vagina resisted penetration every millimetre of the way. She writhed in agony and screamed like a child as he drove into her. Then, penetrating her to the hilt, he withdrew, and while Kara bled from her brutal deflowering, he applied lubricant to his swollen member.

“Hope you enjoyed that, babe,” he said as he stood over the trembling sobbing heroine once more. “I know I did. But I’m just getting started, so there’s plenty more to come.” He bent forward and kissed the tips of her breasts and then bit down hard on each of her nipples. Kara’s gasp of pain rewarded him. Then he entered her again. This time the penetration was much easier, but no less painful. The brief respite had given the ravaged tissues of Kara’s love canal time to swell and the pain was exquisite.

“Aaaaggghhh!” Kara shrieked. “Stop! Stop! STOP!”

Kink merely quickened his pace, determined to carry out his promise of fucking her so hard that she wouldn’t be able to walk. He was thoroughly into his mission. He had never been so hard or so excited. He was fucking a superheroine and the exhilaration gave him power and endurance beyond the ordinary. For a full hour and a half he ravished her, ignoring her screams and pleas for mercy. Finally, he climaxed, delivering a full load into her womb.

Kara lay exhausted. She had been thoroughly brutalized, but her ordeal was just beginning. As Kink staggered away from her, Mike took his place. Kara burst into tears.

“Please, no more,” she pleaded. “You’ve shamed and beaten me. I can’t take any more.”

“Not so tough now are you, super bitch?” Mike laughed. “Remember how you tossed me across the warehouse. Well now it’s payback time.” Without bothering to lubricate his throbbing manhood he drove into her.

Kara thought that nothing could hurt as much as what Kink had done to her. But Mike was even better endowed than his older brother and just as brutal. He hammered her with a vicious determination that had her screaming in pain. “Stop!” she begged. “Please stop! You’re hurting me!”

“That’s the whole idea, heroine. Better get used to it. We’ve hardly started.” Kara broke down, her screams turning to loud sobs as Mike ravaged her. Like his older brother, his sexual stamina was impressive and he kept her writhing for a good hour before he finally spurted into her.

Breathing heavily Mike motioned to the two men who had helped hold the beaten heroine. “Your turn boys. Have fun.”

The two men grinned. It was quite obvious that Mike’s instructions were hardly needed. This time Kara did not even protest as the first of her new “lovers” took her; she was far too exhausted. But she did scream. And she kept on screaming as the other man took her. But she had no energy left to protest what happened to her next.

As the last of the four men climbed off her, Kink hauled her to her feet. But as he had promised she was not able to walk. At the first step she experienced such pain that her legs buckled and she immediately fell. Only Kink’s arm on hers kept her from hitting the floor. “Told you that you wouldn’t be able to walk, bitch, but don’t worry, I’ll help you to your next destination. There are a few more people I want you to meet.”

Kara staggered forward with Kink supporting her weight on one side and Mike on the other. They dragged her across the room, every step causing blinding agony, but she was too hoarse from shrieking to protest further. Tears running from her eyes she mutely allowed herself to be guided across the room. Mike threw open the door and together the two men pulled her in after them. Wincing in anguish, Kara almost screamed in fear as she entered the room. In it were at least a dozen more of the gang boss’s henchmen.

“Alright boys she’s all yours. Do what you want to her within reason, but I don’t want any permanent damage. I want something left for me.”

“Oh, please, no,” Kara begged once more, but Kink merely laughed.

“You should have known better than to tangle with me heroine. Now you’re really going to pay the price.”

As the men surged toward her she screamed horribly.

The next few hours were just a confused blur as Kara was raped by every man in the room. As instructed, they did her no permanent damage, but they had her perform every sexual act they could devise. At one time she was spread out so the one man could rape her anally at the same time as she was taken vaginally and orally. She offered no resistance; she was far too exhausted to do more that whimper in pain as she was violated over and over. When the men were finally finished with her she lay semiconscious on one of the bunks while two men who had not quite had their fill of raping a defenceless girl raped her mouth and vagina one last time.

It was Kink who finally stopped them. “That’s enough boys. We want to give miss superheroine a bit of a chance to recover. I still have some plans for her and she’ll need to be in good shape to carry them out.”

“Geez boss,” said one of the men. “How about just ten more minutes. Then you can have her.”

“No dice boys. If you want more action fuck her friend instead. I’m sure our heroine won’t object.”

To her shame, Kara did not object. She wanted only relief from the interminable and violent violation of her body. She was even willing to sacrifice her friend to achieve it. It was then that she knew she had been broken. No true heroine would allow an innocent girl to suffer in order to save herself. The fact that nothing she could have said or done would have in any way deterred the thugs from raping Sylvie was irrelevant. The superheroine code required that she object and she had remained passive. Her utter humiliation was complete. No longer was she worthy of the name superheroine. As Kink accompanied the men who carried her from the room she wept brokenly.