The Adventures of the Black Scorpion

Chapter 1 Trap

Darcy Walker kicked the covers aside and rolled out of bed. She had been lying awake for hours. Perhaps a warm bath would relax her. Tomorrow was another day at the precinct and she didn’t feel like working after a sleepless night. She had been having more trouble sleeping lately, possibly due to the strain of sustaining two careers. As she passed in front of the mirror she stopped and looked at herself in the subdued light of the bedroom.

Raising her arm she brushed a strand of dark brown hair from her face. Her perfect oval face, full lips, and small nose stared back at her. Placing her hands on her hips she arched her five-foot-eight-inch body, the movement thrusting her full, pink-nippled breasts forward.

“Not bad,” she thought. Perhaps she should have taken that modeling job she had been offered when she was eighteen. She sighed, but it was too late now, and besides she enjoyed her work. She simply didn’t enjoy working eighteen hour days. She would either have to cut back her nighttime Black Scorpion patrols or quit police work, and that was something she was not interested in doing. She loved her job – most of the time. Sometimes she found it frustrating, especially when she had to put up with the sly comments of her co-workers. Too often fellow officers came by her desk simply so they could look down her blouse. But she put up with it, hoping that it would help to deflect any connection between her and her Black Scorpion alter ego.

Raising her arms over her head she watched as her breasts lifted. Her slender waist and flat belly helped to emphasize their firm fullness. They were a part of her anatomy of which she was justly proud. A buzzing sound made her drop her arms. The Scorpion Alert! Someone was in trouble.

She darted across the room to the police radio. It was an all-points bulletin for the harbour front. She didn’t wait for all the details; she could probably pick them up on the way, but she learned enough to determine that there was some large scale illegal activity going on that the handful of cops who had shown up couldn’t handle.

Halfway to the garage she activated her Black Scorpion transformation. She wasn’t quite sure how it happened, she just knew that her daring Black Scorpion costume was there when she needed it. It was a bit skimpier than she would have liked, consisting of a one piece black outfit that clung to her body like a glove, outlining her superb physique. It was cut low at the top, really being nothing more that a quite revealing bustier. During skirmishes with criminals she had been concerned that her breasts might actually pop out, but somehow they remained where they were supposed to be, even though her costume barely covered her nipples.

Long black boots covered her legs to mid thigh and her arms were protected by elbow length gloves. Leather straps extended from the top of the bustier to shoulder pads that partially covered her shoulders and extended down her back to the curve of her buttocks. Here too the costume was rather brief, revealing quite a bit more of her shapely backside than she would have preferred. Whoever had designed the costume had a great fondness for the female anatomy and very little concern for the modesty of the person wearing it. However, it did serve a useful purpose. It allowed her great freedom of movement, which was important considering the vigorous physical activity she was often involved in, and it was extremely tough, its fibres being quite capable of stopping knife thrusts or even slowing bullets.

Her face and hair were concealed by an artistic black cowl that came down to just above her nose leaving her delectable mouth and strong jaw visible.

It wasn’t much of a disguise, but so far no one had detected that beneath the all too revealing costume was police detective Darcy Walker. How long that run of luck continued she did not know, but she hoped it continued for awhile as much of her Black Scorpion activities definitely skirted the edges of the law. Vigilantes were not popular with the police, and she was certainly one of those.

Rushing the garage she leaped into her white Corvette Stingray. The door to the garage was only halfway up as she roared out into the street, heading for the waterfront. A block from her apartment, she hit the holo-morphic program, converting her street car into the Scorpionmobile. With an explosion of power it roared through the streets, hitting speeds of over 150 miles an hour. For most cars such speed in an urban area would have been suicidal, but Darcy’s Scorpion reflexes and superlative night vision, as well as the Scorpionmobile’s superior design, rendered the action safe. Within minutes she was at her destination. Pulling into an alley she left the car and proceeded on foot.

She knew before she arrived who she was dealing with. “Idiots,” she muttered. She had run members of the Clancy Gang in a half dozen times this year, but their extended family and smart lawyers always seemed to bail them out and delay their trials to such an extent that there had only been one conviction. In part it was due to the fact that in four of the arrests she had no evidence other than the eye witness account of the Black Scorpion and she couldn’t very well appear in court and call her alter ego as a witness. She could, however, take advantage of the fact that this time there were other police officers present, provided she could avoid being arrested herself.

Reaching the warehouse where the commotion was taking place she ran up a short flight of stairs and vaulted onto the roof. Then she ran along the top of the warehouse until she reached the other side. Looking down on the loading dock she saw two uniforms handcuffed to one another around a telephone pole. A half dozen men were busy loading crates and cardboard boxes into the back of a semi—trailer. Without hesitation she dropped onto the shoulders of the nearest man knocking him flat. Almost before the man hit the concrete of the loading dock she was after the others, vaulting into the closest man and taking him out with a quick blow to his midriff.

About that time the rest of the men seemed to understand that they were under attack. “It’s the Black Scorpion,” one of them yelled. “Get the bitch!”

Two more men emerged from the warehouse leaving her outnumbered six to one, but Darcy was undeterred. She footswept the closest man as he stepped toward her, sending him crashing to the concrete, and then ducked under a two-by-four swung at her head and planted a punch on the point of the man’s jaw. He went down as if he had been pole-axed, but even before he hit the loading dock she spun on her left foot and broke the jaw of the man who had been behind her with her right foot. About that time two of the remaining thugs went for their guns. They were too far away for her to reach immediately, but that did not matter. Raising her right hand she released the energy burst from her Scorpion Sting. Bolts of white lightning shot from her hand, striking each of the thugs in the chest. The impact blew each of them back five feet and left them in a smoking heap. The last man tried to run, but Darcy ran him down with ease, tackling him just above the knees and dropping him heavily to the pavement. It took her only seconds to secure his hands and feet with plastic handcuffs. Then she went to each of the other defeated men in turn, cuffing them to prevent escape.

“Well, that was fun,” Darcy smiled. She had hardly worked up a sweat. She walked slowly over to the two cops. Taking out her lock pick she unlocked their handcuffs.

“Thanks Black Scorpion,” said one of them. “We’ll deal with these punks now.”

Both men got to their feet. Darcy grinned at them. This was one time that she had reliable witnesses. The Clancy Gang would not get off so easily this time. “They’re all yours, officers,” she replied. “I’ll leave you to it.” She turned away, heading for the warehouse, intending to climb back to the roof and return to the Scorpionmobile, when she heard a small ‘pop,’ and felt a sharp pain in the back of her thigh.

“What…?” she gasped. Half turning she looked down and saw a small dart protruding from the back of her thigh. Her eyes widened as she saw both of the police officers grinning at her. One of them was holding a small gun in his hand. She tried to speak, but words would not come. Then her legs buckled and she dropped to the tarmac.

A slightly accented voice sounded in her ears. “You fought well, Black Scorpion. Better than I thought. Your martial arts skills are most impressive. I did not think you would survive the Clancy Gang, but you made them look like children.”

Darcy struggled to move. She knew that voice. Count Rudolph von Stern, a German money launderer and organizer of the international sex trade. She had broken his organization more than a year ago. How had he managed to get out of prison?

Von Stern’s low laugh let her know that he was now just a few feet away. “You might as well stop trying, Black Scorpion. The dart was coated with curare. It is a powerful neuro-toxin that paralyses but leaves its victim fully conscious. You will be able to experience everything that is going to happen to you for the nest few hours until it wears off.”

Darcy broke out into a cold sweat. She was paralyzed and helpless. She strained every muscle, perspiration beading on her body, but she could not move a millimeter. As she lay helpless she could hear the two phony cops releasing the Clancy Gang.

“Bitch,” said one of the men she had beaten, looming over her. He was rubbing his jaw. “We ought to fuck her hard right now.”

“Later,” was Von Stern’s calm response. “First I suggest we get her to someplace where we will not be disturbed. Pick her up and put her in my car.”

Two men took the helpless heroine by her hands and feet and carried her across the warehouse parking lot. There, sitting in the shadows was a black limousine. They opened the door and threw her inside. A few seconds later Darcy heard Von Stern get in beside her, but she could not see him as she had been tossed into the car face down.

Hands gripped her under the arms and pulled her onto the seat, turning her so that she was face up in a semi-recumbent position. She was seated beside Von Stern and for the first time she could see him clearly.

He was as she remembered him from his arrest twelve months ago. He was a man in his forties with thinning pale blonde hair and a thin face that was capable of assuming a look of cruelty when it suited him. Just now he was looking at her closely in a manner that Darcy found most unnerving. At that moment she felt the car begin to move. Von Stern smiled at her in a manner that would have been almost friendly had it not been for the feral gleam in his pale blue eyes. “It’s going to be a bit of a drive,” he said. “Perhaps we should take the opportunity to get to know each other better.”

Darcy felt a moment of panic as Von Stern’s fingers slid beneath her cowl. A slight tug and her secret identity would be revealed. Then he withdrew his hand. “No,” he mused. “It will be more fun to leave the mask on. It will preserve an air of mystery about you.” Unfortunately for Darcy, however, he had no such reservations about the rest of her costume.

He removed her shoulder pads first, unclipping them from the straps that held the rest of her costume in place. Then he slid the strap off her left shoulder allowing her costume to fall away from her left breast. Von Stern murmured in appreciation and then repeated the procedure with her right shoulder, slipping her costume over her breasts. “My god,” Von Stern exclaimed, “Are those real?”

Darcy would have blushed in shame if she could have. She was helpless as Von Stern fondled her breasts, kneading the soft but firm flesh as if it were bread dough. She felt violated, but it was about to get much worse.

Von Stern removed her gloves and with it her Scorpion Sting. She had hoped the energy weapon might be overlooked. Now she had only her physical resources, and paralyzed by the drug they were completely useless. She winced mentally as she heard the sound of snaps being unclasped and then the rest of her costume was peeled away from her torso. Underneath she was wearing nothing except a brief lace thong that barely hid her sex.

Von Stern delayed the final undressing, taking time to remove her boots first, then he pulled her costume over her long, powerful legs. “Beautiful,” he murmured gazing at her almost nude body. “A work of art.” He ran his hands up the insides of her thighs, stopping just short of her thong and then moving his hands to the waistband, tensed his muscles, snapping the thin elastic at the side. Tossing the thin fabric aside he fixed his eyes on her naked loins.

“Your body is incredible,” Von Stern gloated. “And to think that it now belongs to me.” He ran his hands over her belly and then slowly downward toward her pelvis. “It must be frustrating,” he continued, “lying there unable to make even the slightest sound, but I promise you that you will make a great deal of noise later on.”

His hands caressed the chestnut fleece that outlined Darcy’s doorway to paradise. “Perfect,” he said. Darcy wanted to scream in rage, but could not even whimper as the German master criminal ran his hands over her sweating body. For the remainder of the trip she suffered humiliation as he explored every inch of her body.

“You have no idea how much trouble you have caused me,” Von Stern said as he fondled Darcy’s tight backside. “Now it is payback time and I intend to be repaid in full. I am going to break you and break you so completely that you will be my willing sex slave.”

“Like hell I will,” Darcy thought, but inside her guts churned in fear. She was terrified of what Von Stern and the Clancy Gang might do to her. Somehow she had to find a way to escape before her kidnappers carried out their plan.

Suddenly she felt a faint tingling in her fingers and toes. The poison was wearing off. Did Von Stern know? How much longer would the car ride last? If she could just get back to normal before reaching the arch-criminal’s hideout she might be able to turn the tables on her abductors.

Her hopes were dashed a few seconds later, however, as the car slowed. “Ah, we’re home,” Von Stern exclaimed. “The curare should be wearing off by now. It’s time to make sure you don’t go anywhere except where I want.”

The car came to a halt and the door was opened. “Bring her out, boys,” Von Stern ordered. “It’s time to introduce our guest to a little bondage.”

Darcy strained to move as she was manhandled from the car. She appeared to be in an underground garage. Standing around were several men she had not yet seen. She guessed these were Von Stern’s own men. The Clancy Gang was no doubt still involved in looting the warehouse.

She was carried over to a large table and paced face down on its surface. Von Stern appeared carrying several lengths of green polypropylene rope. Although softer than natural hemp fibres, the rope was much stronger. If she was bound with it there would be little chance she could escape.

Von Stern pulled her arms behind her back and began to tie her wrists. He was very thorough, wrapping several inches of rope about her wrists. Finally, satisfied that she wasn’t going to shed the ropes very easily, Von Stern finished by looping two lengths of rope about her waist and then tying it off. Next he took another length of rope and tied it above and below her breasts. He finished by tying a short length of rope about her ankles and another about her neck. Then he waited.

Slowly the paralysis ebbed from her body. Von Stern seemed to know exactly when full function returned, as he pulled her off the table and set her on her feet.

Darcy stood swaying unsteadily as her sense of equilibrium returned. She had never felt so hopeless or exposed. She was in a large room, surrounded by a dozen men, all of whom were eyeing her body greedily. Bound and helpless she could do nothing but stand there while they raped her mentally.

“What’s the matter, Black Scorpion?” Von Stern asked after a minute. “Cat got your tongue or do you just have nothing to say?”

Darcy found that she could speak. “You scum,” she said, her throat somewhat hoarse and dry. “Release me. You can’t get away with this.”

“Can’t I?” Von Stern sneered. “We shall see, and I will start now.” He tugged on the rope, pulling Darcy toward him.

Darcy staggered and almost fell, but managed to regain her balance. With her ankles tethered she could not take very long steps, but neither could she use her feet to attack her foes. Like a dog on a leash she followed along behind Von Stern as he led her out of the garage and into what appeared to be a storage room. He continued to drag her after him until they reached a small elevator. Von Stern took a key from his pocket and inserted it into the control panel. “My own private elevator,” he explained. “It leads to my apartment.”

Darcy didn’t need to be told why she was being taken there. “No,” she protested. “Let me go. It’s just kidnapping so far, but if you rape me the consequences for you will be far worse.”

The elevator door closed. “I don’t see how a few hours of pleasure are going to cause me any problems,” Von Stern leered. “You better get used to this. It will be your life from now on.”

“You’ll never succeed,” Darcy said. Her voice almost broke from fear. She had never been in this position. If Von Stern carried out his promise he was going to rape her. He heart beat like a rabbit’s as she strained against the ropes, but there was not give; Von Stern had tied her too well.

Swallowing she continued. “You’d better let me go. I’ve got friends who will come after me.”

A low chuckle sounded in Von Stern’s throat. “Such a foolish and pathetic threat. Are you really that frightened? Everyone knows that the Black Scorpion works alone. No one has ever been seen with her. What sort of friends could you possible have?”

“Useless ones,” Darcy thought. There was no one who could come to her aid. She did have acquaintances who knew of her Black Scorpion identity, but none of them had ever accompanied her on a patrol. Also there was the matter of them finding her. How would anyone know where she was? Her heart sank as she realized that she was totally at the mercy of the master criminal.

The elevator door slid open. “Ah, here we are,” Von Stern crowed. He pulled her from the elevator. Darcy found herself in a large well furnished room, but Von Stern did not stop there. He marched her across the room and down a hallway. Opening a door at the end he pushed her through. Darcy gulped. The room she was in contained enough bondage equipment to restrain a dozen women. She almost panicked when she saw what awaited her.

“No,” she said again. “You can’t do this. Please let me go.”

Her voice caught as she used the word “please.” She was begging now, her defiant attitude evaporating.

Von Stern merely laughed. Moving behind her he shoved her toward a large table equipped with a variety of restraining devices. “Now my Black masked crimefighter, your training begins.” He laughed again. As Darcy was forced onto the table she suppressed a scream. Heroines didn’t scream – did they?

Chapter 2 Violation

Darcy kicked wildly as Von Stern grabbed her ankles and flipped her onto her back. She was close to screaming in fear as she realized that she could do nothing to save herself. She was caught and about to be brutally raped. “No, not this,” she whimpered. “Please don’t do this to me.”

Von Stern laughed again. “What a change in attitude. A few seconds ago you were threatening me; now you are begging me to let you go.” He paused as if thinking while he held her in place on top of the table. “Perhaps I could let you go,” he mused. “For a price.”

Darcy held her breath. What would the villain demand of her?

Von Stern smiled salaciously. “I think you know what it is, but just in case you have any doubts it will require that you get on your knees.”

“No.” Darcy replied. “I won’t do it. I’m not your whore.”

“Oh but you will be. I’m going to fuck you and so will every one of my men.” He paused meaningfully. “Unless you do this one little thing.”

“I can’t,” Darcy protested. She flinched as Von Stern gently tweaked her left nipple. “I can’t trust you. How do I know you’d let me go?”

“Just because I am a criminal doesn’t mean that I don’t keep my word. How do you think I make any deals? I promise that if you satisfy me I will let you go, if you promise not to report any of this to your friends or the police.”

Darcy squirmed again as Von Stern switched to squeezing her right breast. She was helpless to stop him, a devastating position for a heroine to be in. Could she trust him? Why had he changed his mind after threatening to make her his sex slave? Had her threats of possible retaliation cause him to reconsider or was he just playing some sort of game?

“Alright,” she said, as his fingers traveled toward her crotch, “I’ll do it.”

“Good girl,” Von Stern replied. He lifted her from the table and led her across the room to a comfortable looking chair. Pushing on her shoulders he forced her to her knees and then dropped his pants.

Darcy gasped as Von Stern’s organ was revealed. It certainly gave credence to the theory of the Germans as the “master race.”

Von Stern seated himself in the chair and leaning forward placed his hand on the long dark braid that projected from beneath Darcy’s cowl. “Now, my dear,” he said as he pulled her toward his erection. “It’s time to earn your freedom.”

“I…I… mmmppphh!” Darcy had been about to suggest that the impressive phallus was much too large to fit into her mouth when Von Stern forced the glans of his penis between her lips.

“Gently now,” the villain cautioned. “And no biting. That would void our agreement.”

“Mmmmmm,” Darcy’s mouth was too full of throbbing German to respond. Slowly he eased his way into her mouth, making sure that her pouting lips caressed every inch of his thick phallus. It filled her mouth so completely that she had trouble drawing breath.

“Ahhhh!” Von Stern gasped. “That’s it. Now suck it hard.” He pulled Darcy’s head forward, driving to the back of her throat.”

Darcy fought back her gag reflex and did as instructed. Von Stern began to pant heavily as she stimulated him. “Oh god, that’s good,” he groaned. “I think you were wasted as a crimefighter. You should have taken up a career in porn.”

Darcy’s only reply was a slurp as she bobbed her head in obedience to Van Stern’s will. Only a few hours ago she had been a proud heroine dispensing justice, now she was little better than a street whore. It was a lesson she resolved not to forget. From now on she would exercise more caution in her pursuit of criminals. That was provided Von Stern kept his word, of course. She was mortified by the act she was performing, but didn’t have much choice. Von Stern could have easily forced her to carry out what she was doing had she refused. This way there was a slight chance he might let her go.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud grunt from Von Stern. With surprising force he exploded into her mouth, forcing seminal fluid from the corners of her lips. She tried to pull away, but he held her there. “Swallow it,” Von Stern ordered. “All of it.”

Darcy swallowed, almost choking on the huge volume of ejaculant. Being forced to take the crime boss’s vile cream was almost as bad as having to suck him, but her choice was limited. It was either satisfy him or face the prospect of being gang raped.

She sat back, her chest heaving and white slime dripping from the corners of her mouth. She licked her lips and then spat. “Now,” she said. “Complete your part of the bargain. Let me go.”

“I’m not satisfied,” he replied with a grin. “I’m afraid that voids our agreement.”

“But you promised…” Darcy began. She wasn’t really all that surprised. But she had secretly hoped that Von Stern might live up to his part of the bargain.

“I promised to let you go if you satisfied me. And just to make sure you know that I keep my word I had the conversation recorded.” He picked up a remote control and used it to turn on a large screen television bolted to one wall. He pressed the play button and Darcy saw a replay of Von Stern leading her into the room. He played back the entire degrading scene, stopping to review the part about being satisfied twice.”

“You bastard,” she said. “That’s not fair. Nothing I would have done would have satisfied you. There is no way I could keep my part of the bargain.”

Von Stern laughed uproariously. “You didn’t really think I would let you go so easily did you? You’ve got a fine pair of lips and that tongue of yours is first class, but I’ve had better blow jobs from a ten dollar whore.”

Darcy’s head slumped. No, she hadn’t really believed that Von Stern would let her off. She had further degraded herself and was no closer to escaping.

“On your feet,” Von Stern said. He had risen from the chair and was pulling Darcy’s long braid, forcing her to get up.

“You coward,” she said. “You’d never dare face me if my hands were free.”

“Name calling won’t get you anywhere, Black Scorpion. It just adds to the punishment you will endure.”

“Punishment? For what? I’ve done nothing to you.”

“Oh, but you have, Black Scorpion. Your one woman campaign has cost me millions. And now I am going to get my money’s worth out of you.”

Von Stern led Darcy back to the table. Returning her to her original position he secured each of her ankles to one corner of the table, removing the tether around her ankles as he did so. She was now lying on the table, supported by her elbows with her legs forced apart. She watched Von Stern as he finished tying her. What would be his next move?

She gasped in surprise when the villain touched a lever at the end of the table and it began to divide, spreading her legs even wider as it did so. She grunted in discomfort as the table continued to fold back until her legs were stretched parallel to her shoulders. The lips of her vulva parted, allowing Von Stern a perfect view of what she was sure would be his next objective. Desperately she tired to think of some way to escape what appeared to be the inevitable. Surely there must be something she could say to delay the arch criminal.

“Look,” she said. “Maybe we can make a deal. I’ve got something you can use.”

“And what might that be other than your body?” Von Stern returned.

“My Scorpion Sting. I can help you with the technology. It would be worth a fortune. You just have to let me go.” She was lying, of course, Darcy had no idea of how the ring worked or even if it could be duplicated, but it was the only thing she could think of.

Von Stern nodded. “That is an excellent suggestion. I will add it to the ways you are going to pay for your interference.”

“But I can’t show you how it works if you don’t let me go,” Darcy protested.

“I think you’ll tell me eventually. Fucking you isn’t the only sort of punishment I had in mind.”

Darcy felt a cold chill ripple down her spine and into her stomach. Von Stern’s words were matter-of-fact, but they promised her something much worse than rape. “No, please,” she panted as Von Stern began to fumble with his belt.

“Surely he can’t have another erection already,” she thought. “It’s only been fifteen minutes.”

It turned out that he didn’t, but Von Stern continued to undress anyway, until he was as nude as she was. Then he moved between her legs and leaning over her body began to work her over with his mouth and hands.

Darcy grimaced as Von stern kissed her neck and jaw. He avoided her lips, which was just as well as Darcy had decided that she was going to bite his tongue off. He worked his way to her ears, teasing the lobes with his teeth and then working slowly lower. Reaching her breasts he sucked both of her nipples erect and bit down on each one, eliciting a gasp of pain from his helpless captive.

“Bastard,” Darcy muttered again. She twisted her torso trying to somehow dislodge him, but her position was helpless. Almost like a lover he worked his way over her body, his tongue exploring everywhere, including her navel her thighs, and finally the supersensitive region between her thighs. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out as his tongue flicked over her clitoris and his teeth bit gently on the tender bud, sending a sudden shock through her body. Then he probed between the lips of her vulva, burying his face in her loins. She shuddered at this invasion of her most private place, but it was just the prelude to a much more brutal incursion.

Van Stern suddenly stood up, allowing Darcy to seer that his impressive male member had returned to its former glory. He parted the lips of her labia with two fingers and partly penetrated her vagina. “A tight one,” Von Stern murmured. “You apparently don’t get out much.”

“You filthy bastard,” Darcy raged. “Don’t touch me.”

“Still got some fight, Black Scorpion?” the arch criminal jeered. “We’ll see how long that lasts.”

“Let me go,” Darcy moaned. She was panting in fear as Von Stern fondled her. This was not supposed to happen to the premier heroine in the City of Angels.

Von Stern placed his hands on her slender waist, bracing himself. “Oh please no,” Darcy whimpered as Von Stern began to move forward.

“Enjoy this, slut,” Von Stern replied. “This is what you get for running around dressed like a whore.”

Darcy stared in horror as he prepared to take her. His huge organ was fully erect and angled at forty-five degrees as he moved between her thighs. “This might hurt a bit, whore,” Von Stern leered. “I’m not using any lubricant.”

“You bastard,” Darcy cried. “Stop! Stop! Unnggh!” She grunted as Von Stern penetrated her. He took her hard, driving deep within her unprepared love canal and spitting her on his thick shaft. After her initial cry, Darcy made no sound other than that of her laboured breathing as the villain pleasured himself. Repeatedly Von Stern thrust into her. The pain and humiliation brought tears to her yes, but she refused to cry out or beg him to stop. He wouldn’t have anyway, and she had already been shamed enough.

She whimpered as he squeezed her breasts and cruelly twisted her nipples. And finally cried out as he leaned on her and bit down on her left breast. The rape continued for over an hour and Darcy was close to tears by the time Von Stern finally ejaculated within her.

Exhausted from her ordeal she could barely stand as he untied her from the table, but her ordeal was far from finished. Walking her over to the centre of the room he lowered a rope from the ceiling and secured it to the ropes binding her wrists. Then removing the rope around her waist he hauled on the ceiling rope and pulled her arms straight up strapado. Already suffering from what had been done to her, Darcy’s felt a leaden lump of fear in her stomach as she was bent forward.

“Now,” Von Stern said,” inspecting her, “the real training begins. And we will start with the Clancy Gang.”

“Oh no,” Darcy thought. Von Stern went to a wall phone and spoke into it. A few minutes later the members of the gang Darcy had defeated entered the room. The leers on their faces clearly indicated that they knew what was excepted of them.

“Welcome,” Von Stern said as the gang members lined up. “I would like you to meet the newest of my prostitutes. She is a little inexperienced, but I found her a most enjoyable fuck. Have fun with her. Just make sure that she is not physically harmed. I want her in one piece when I return.”

The gang members rumbled their assent. As Von Stern left the room they closed about her. “Well,” said one. “Look what we’ve got here. The Black Scorpion, and she is in a most inviting position. Let’s welcome her to the sex trade.”

Darcy wanted to remain calm, but her nerve broke as the dozen or so gang members closed around her. “Please don’t hurt me,” she begged. “I’m sorry for what I did to you. I’ll never do anything like that again.”

This pathetic response resulted in a roar of laughter from the assembled men. “You bet you won’t, bitch; you’ll be too busy spreading your legs for us to cause any more trouble.”

The man who spoke was Tom Clancy, the leader of the gang. He already had his pants around his ankles. Kicking them off he moved behind Darcy and without ceremony thrust into her exposed vulva.

“Aaahh!” Darcy could not hold back a cry. Von Stern had really worked her over. The pulsing walls of her love canal were already sore and Clancy’s deep thrust abraded her further. Gripping her hips to hold her still he pounded into her until she writhed in pain, her heavy breasts bouncing with the impact of his attack. Within minutes Clancy reached orgasm, but there were plenty of others waiting to take his place. His brother Barney was next, followed by George, then Patrick, and finally by the other non-related members of the gang.

Darcy lost track after awhile. The gang rape deteriorated into one long hideous and painful ordeal as she was raped raw while being brutally mauled by the other men. Mindful of Von Stern’s instructions, they did not injure her, but they pinched squeezed her tender flesh, leaving her so badly bruised that even a slight touch sent lightning stabs of pain through her. She would have begged them to stop except that after the fourth rape one of the watching men got the idea to enter her mouth. By this time Darcy was in too much pain and too exhausted to carry out her idea of biting the man who did it.

Von Stern provided the finishing touch to her first day’s ordeal. He returned about the time the eleventh man took her. Waiting patiently for the man to finish he ordered that the filth be cleaned off her body. This was done by one of the gang members using a hose. The shock of the cold water left her trembling with cold. Then positioning himself behind her, he took her anally.

Darcy had thought she was too tired to scream, but she was wrong. She howled like a banshee as he penetrated her, arching her body against the pain and finally crying brokenly as he finished her off.

“Now, Black Scorpion, you have had an introduction to the sex trade,” Von Stern trumpeted as he pulled up his pants. “I’m going to let you rest now. Later on we will continue your training.”

Darcy hung her head and fought to control her sobs. She wasn’t broken yet, but how long could she withstand such brutal treatment before she did everything Von Stern asked of her? Barely able to walk, she allowed herself to be led away.

Chapter 3 Interrogation

Darcy awoke cold and shivering. She was no longer bound, but it didn’t matter. She wasn’t going anywhere. The cell she had been placed in was small and Spartan, consisting of a toilet, sink, and a cot. There was no blanket and she had huddled for warmth all night long. Sometime during the night she had been so cold that she had gotten up and tried to warm her hands by turning on the hot water tap in the sink, but her effort was fruitless. Apparently hot water was not provided for prisoners. She knew that it was all a part of the plan to break her, but that did not make it any better.

She got to her feet and used the facilities. There was no mirror so she had no idea what she looked like, but she could guess. In a moment of inspiration she filled the sink with water and looked into it. The sink was stainless steel and caused the water to act as a mirror. Removing her cowl, she gazed into the sink and wished she hadn’t. A haggard woman looked back at her, her face etched with lines of exhaustion and hopelessness. “God,” she thought. “How am I going to survive this?”

Perhaps she wouldn’t survive. No one was likely to rescue her and without her Scorpion Sting she had no weapon to overcome her enemies. It seemed hopeless. Provided Von Stern wasn’t careless there was no way she could escape. It was only a matter of time until he broke her resistance and then he would be able to do whatever he wanted with her. It was a demoralizing thought and one she tried to put from her mind.

A sound outside the door diverted her attention. Hurriedly she replaced her cowl. There was a sound of a key in the lock and the door clanged back. Standing outside were six of the men who had enjoyed her the previous day. Had she not been so exhausted, she might have chanced going after them, but she soon saw that such an action would have been unwise. Three of the men were armed with electrical stun devices. In the confined space of the cell, with no room to maneuver she would have been an easy target.

One of the men stepped forward. She recognized him as Tom Clancy. He was carrying a set of silver-coloured irons in his hands. Unresisting, Darcy allowed him to fasten irons to her ankles and wrists, followed by one around her neck. A six foot length of chain was attached to the band about her neck. “Come along, whore,” Clancy said, jerking her forward. “The boss wants you clean.”

Awkwardly, Darcy stumbled from the cell, catching herself on the door to keep from falling. Then she followed Clancy down the hall, tracked by the other five men as she moved. Reaching a doorway they entered it and she found herself in a shower room. Clancy dropped the chain. “We’ll be back in fifteen minutes,” he said. “You’ve got until then to get yourself clean.”

He slammed the door after him and Darcy heard the sound of a key in the lock. She looked about her. The room was windowless and the only door was the one she had come through. A row of showerheads protruded from the long wall. There was no way out, unless she could find a way to shrink small enough to fit through one of the drains.

With a sigh Darcy walked to the showers and turned one of the faucets. To her relief this time she got hot water. Hardly daring to believe her good fortune, she turned it up until she was close to scalding herself and let it drive the cold from her body. There was shampoo and soap in the room and she made good use of it, thoroughly cleaning her hair and skin. It was a bit awkward with the manacles on her wrists, but she did the best she could. She hesitated for a few seconds before she removed her cowl and then shrugged. So far Von Stern had let her keep it on, but if he wanted it removed there was nothing she could do about it. Removing it made washing her hair possible and that is what she did.

She actually had more time than Clancy had promised. Thoroughly warmed by the shower she made her way to the mirror, and wiping the moisture from its surface, used the comb provided to eliminate the tangles in her hair. Then she rebraided her hair and replaced the cowl. A few minutes later Clancy returned. He eyed her appraisingly. “You look a hell of a lot better whore. Now let’s go. Von Stern is waiting for you.”

Darcy followed Clancy from the room. She didn’t have much choice, he was holding the other end of the chain. They took her to the same room where she had been gang-raped. A cold lump settled in Darcy’s stomach as she entered the room, but to her surprise, Von Stern was waiting for her seated at a table that appeared laden with breakfast food.

“Won’t you join me, Black Scorpion?” he asked waving his hand toward a chair opposite him. “You must be famished after the workout you had yesterday.”

Darcy suppressed a surge of anger. “Workout? Is that what you called rape? What is your euphemism for murder – funeral promotion?”

“You still have a sense of humour I see,” Von Stern replied. “I’ll have to do something about that. But sit down anyway. You might as well eat. You’ll need your strength.”

Von Stern’s words chilled her, but Darcy obeyed. She was almost getting used to being naked in front of Von Stern and his henchmen. If he had offered her a robe she would have been shocked.

The breakfast was quite good and Darcy was famished, but somehow the presence of Von Stern and his goons took away her appetite. However, she forced herself to eat, taking a healthy helping of scrambled eggs and bacon as well as orange juice and several slices of toast. As she ate Von Stern spoke. “You know, I was thinking about what you said to me yesterday. The secret of your Scorpion Sting would be quite valuable. No doubt the US military would pay quite a hefty price for that sort of technology, and if the US is not interested, then I’m sure some other country would be.”

“You wouldn’t sell that to an enemy of the United States would you?” exclaimed Darcy. “That would be treason.”

“Would it? Just in case you haven’t noticed, I am not an American, and I’m sure the members of my gang would put dollars before patriotism.” The men around them nodded and murmured agreement as Von Stern spoke.

“So,” Von Stern continued. “I have a proposition for you. I have examined the ring and have no idea how it works. If you give me the secret of its technology you are free to go.”

“I can’t do that,” Darcy replied.

“Why not?” Von Stern asked irritably. “It is the same offer you made last night. Only this time I am agreeing to it.”

“I have a confession to make,” Darcy replied. “I don’t know how the ring works and if I did I certainly wouldn’t give it to a piece of human excrement like you.”

The vehemence and defiance of her words surprised her. She realized afterwards that perhaps she should have played along with the crime boss; she might have found a way to escape, but her anger over what had been done to her overwhelmed her better judgment.

“You’re lying, whore,” Von Stern growled, all pleasantness gone from his voice. “But have it your way. I promised that you would have pain and pain you’re going to get. Breakfast is over.” He stood up and gestured to his men. Immediately two men took hold of her. “Chain her up,” Von Stern ordered.

A heavy length of chain hung from the roof to the floor. The two men marched her over to it and chained her wrists to it at about waist level and then forced her to her knees. Von Stern followed, picking up a short plastic cane as he passed one of the tables in the room. She strode over to her. “We’ll start easy,” he said. “And if that doesn’t get results we’ll try something a bit more impressive. Now, bitch – tell me the secret of the Scorpion’s Sting.”

“Go to hell,” Darcy replied. “I’ve given you my answer.”

Von Stern seized the ring attached to the collar about her neck, and holding her in place brought the slender cane down across her breasts.

The blow did not hurt so much as it stung, but of course, Von Stern did not just strike her once. He brought the cane down again and again, targeting the most sensitive areas of her breasts, especially her nipples and areolas. Soon her bounteous breasts were covered with stripes and Darcy winced with each blow. The only relief came when the plastic cane broke, but that respite was short lived as one of the gang members immediately handed him another one.

“Had enough, Black Scorpion?” Von Stern asked, sweat dripping from his brow. Darcy did not reply. Breathing heavily she tried to ignore the stinging pain in her breasts. Red welts crisscrossed her breasts. In several places the cane had broken the skin, leaving bloody lacerations. She knew that Von Stern was far from through with her. The hearty breakfast had given her the strength to resist, but for how long?

“Bitch,” said Von Stern. “She needs another good fucking.” He moved over to the wall, and pulling a lever, lowered the chain her wrists were secured to until her hands could touch the floor. Then he pushed her down and secured the links of the chains to a bolt in the floor so that she was in a kneeling position with her backside raised most invitingly. Just to make sure she could not move he attached another short link to the metal collar she wore. Darcy struggled to escape, but there was no way that she could avoid what Von Stern had planned for her.

“You’ve got no idea how horny I get when I work you over,” Von Stern said as he dropped his pants and knelt behind her, his heavy phallus level with her backside. Steadying her hips with his hands he drove into her, taking her from behind once again. Darcy had thought the previous day’s rape painful, but that was before her ravaged vaginal canal had been given a day to swell. This time it hurt much more, bringing a cry to her lips as she was penetrated. “Still not broken in, huh, Black Scorpion? Well, this will help.” He held her hips and thrust brutally forward.

“Nnnggh!” Darcy grunted in agony as she was speared by Von Stern’s lance. She was already bleeding and it felt as if Von Stern’s ramrod was ripping her apart.

“Tight little whore,” Von Stern gasped as he rhythmically plunged into her. Darcy gasped too, her mouth opening in pain as he drove in to the hilt. He raped her more violently this time, pounding hard into her, his tempo increasing until finally with a hoarse cry he released into her.

“I hope you’re on the pill, whore,” he panted. “It would be a shame if your career was delayed because you got knocked up.”

“You filthy bastard, Darcy moaned. “You can beat me and rape me, but I will never give in to you.” She replied with her head bowed, still held in position by the chain connected to her collar.

“We will see, Black Scorpion,” replied Von Stern. “Now that I have had my fun the interrogation begins in earnest.” He turned to one of the Clancy brothers. “String her up,” he ordered.

The chains holding her head down was released and with a clanking sound the other chain was raised. Her vagina leaking blood and her breasts covered with welts, Darcy moaned as she was stretched full length, her arms over her head. The chain kept clanking until she was standing on the tips of her toes. Her legs shaking, she took most of her weight on her arms and hung helplessly. What did Von Stern mean when he said that the interrogation was just beginning? She found out a few seconds later when Von Stern appeared holding a heavy length of rope.

“I don’t want to cut up that fantastic body too badly,” Von Stern said, slapping the heavy length of hemp into his palm. “But this should inflict enough pain to give you the message.”

“Scum,” Darcy gasped. Her breasts hurt like hell and she had to use all of her self-control to remain calm. The prospect of being flogged had her almost quaking. “You wouldn’t dare do this if we weren’t backed up by your gang.”

Von Stern whirled the length of rope through the air. “Enough talk,” he said. “You will tell me the secret of the Scorpion Sting or you will have a very painful next few hours.”

“Go to hell,” Darcy retorted.

“You first,” Von Stern replied. He brought the length of hemp down across Darcy’s back.

“Ooofff!” The air was driven out of Darcy’s lungs by the force of the blow.

“The secret, Black Scorpion?” Von Stern asked.

“I’ll never… tell,” Darcy gasped.

“I think you will,” Von Stern replied. He brought the length of heavy rope down again. It struck with a resounding thump, driving her body forward, so that she swung on the chain.

“You…bas…bastard,” Darcy panted. She could barely speak; the pain of the blow so intense she thought she might faint.

Thwack! The next blow silenced her. She bit her lip, drawing blood. It was all she could do not to scream in agony, and she had suffered only three blows.

Thwack! “Ohhh…god…,” Darcy groaned. She was sure that her back was being ripped to shreds.

Thwack! “Aaaahhh!” She cried out as Von stern targeted her naked backside. Twisting her body, she tried to turn away from the blows, but the chain restricted her movements. She could only swing helplessly while the arch criminal rained blow after blow upon her. Within minutes she was almost weeping, but she clenched her teeth and held on. She could do nothing else. She had no idea how her Scorpion Sting worked. It was simply something she had always had.

Eventually though, she broke. It took a full hour before she began to beg Von Stern to stop and another half hour to promise to tell him what he wanted to know. “Stop,” she whimpered. “Please stop. I’ll tell you what you want to know.” She was now hanging from the chain, all of her weight supported by her wrists. The floor about her was splattered with her blood and sweat.

Von Stern tossed down the length of bloody rope. “You lasted a lot longer than I thought you would, but now I will learn your every secret.” He gestured to his henchmen. “Clean her up and throw her back in the cell. I’ll interrogate her later.”

Darcy wept as her wounds were cleaned. She was fortunate in that a couple of the member’s of Von Stern’s gang were women, but even their gentle touch was agonizing. She felt as if her skin had been completely stripped from her back and derriere. Soon Von Stern would come to finish his questioning. Fear swept over her as she realized that she had nothing to tell him. What would he do to her next?”

Chapter 4 Slave

Darcy shivered as she was dragged forward. She was nude except for her cowl, a condition she was almost becoming accustomed to. So far Von Stern had not seen fit to unmask her. What special event he was saving that for she had no idea, but she was certain that her identity would not go undiscovered for much longer. That suspicion was driven strongly home as she looked out over the audience facing her. There were about twenty men in all, and a couple of women. Many of them she recognized as some of the biggest names in organized crime in the city, the others were unknown. She had a pretty good idea why they were there, however. Von Stern had promised that she would become a sex slave and now it appeared he was about to follow through on that pledge.

Her suspicions were confirmed a few seconds later when Von Stern began to speak. “You see before you the delicious figure of the Black Scorpion. She has been whipped, sexually abused, and completely humiliated, but she has not yet been broken. Her fighting spirit is intact even if her virtue is not. However, today I offer you a chance to test that unbridled spirit. Think what it would be to enjoy the delights of a superheroine as she fights desperately to prevent further degradation. She is available on a rental basis to the highest bidder. The bidding starts at $50,000. What am I offered?”

Darcy struggled to free herself from the manacles that chained her wrists. Von Stern had secured her wrists behind her and linked them to another chain around her slender waist. To make sure she did not get any ideas about using her powerful legs he had also placed leg irons on her ankles. There was no chance of getting out of so many restraints, and after a few unsuccessful tries she gave it up, especially when she noticed the stares of the assembled criminals had fixated on her jiggling breasts.

One of the men in the audience stood up. “I’ll give fifty grand,” he said.

“Fifty thousand bid from Spangles Morton,” Von Stern echoed, acting as auctioneer.

Another man stood up. It was someone Darcy knew well. “Fifty grand? That’s peanuts. That bitch owes me. One hundred thousand.”

“Oh god,” Darcy thought. “He’s supposed to be in jail for life. Who let him out?”

“One hundred thousand from Slasher Sims,” Von Stern repeated.

Darcy shuddered. Sims was a notoriously brutal criminal known for his predilection for capturing and torturing women. Two years ago she had taken great delight in beating him to a bloody pulp before leaving him for the authorities. He had been given life without chance of parole. What was he doing here? And where had he gotten the money to join in this disgusting auction?

Another voice sounded. “One hundred fifty.”

Darcy experienced a strange sense of relief. She did not recognize the bidder but he had to be a better choice than Sims. She almost laughed. How could she be relieved that she was only going to be raped by a normal sadist? It seemed so bizarre.

“Orson Jones for one-and-a-half grand,” Von Stern intoned.

“Damn,” Darcy thought. “Not much of an improvement.” Jones was heavily involved in the international sex trade. It was said that he personally broke in reluctant recruits himself.

Another bidder cut in, pushing the bid to two hundred thousand. After that it moved up more slowly, the bidders increasing their bids by only five thousand dollars at a time. Darcy actually felt slighted. Surely she was worth more than a couple of hundred grand. “Cheap bastards,” she thought.

Suddenly a voice cut in from the back of the room. “Enough of this. Who wants a heroine just for a few days? How much do you want to sell her outright?”

“She’s for rent; not for sale,” Von Stern replied.

“Everything has a price,” the speaker replied. “I bid two million, but that’s an offer to buy.”

Darcy looked out over the audience. The man was at the back of the hall, partly hidden in shadows. There was something vaguely familiar about the speaker, but she couldn’t be sure who it was. Then he stepped forward into the light. “Oh damn,” she muttered.

“Yes, Black Scorpion,” the figure said. “I expect you remember me. I have a score to settle with you and I promise that it will be as painful as possible. To that end I intend to buy you and share you with a select few of my fellow criminals.”

“Goldhammer,” Darcy thought. She had only barely won against the golden-armoured brute and she had done it by subterfuge rather than strength, tricking him into following her into an electrical substation where she had subjected him to 150,000 volts of electricity. She had thought him incinerated in the explosion and fire that had followed, but here he was clad in his gold armour once again. Build into the suit was the weapon that gave him his name. It was a complex electronic device that issued subsonic vibrations capable of demolishing a building or ripping apart any living organism it was turned on. In her battle with him she had barely escape with her life.

A murmur ran through the assembled bidders, but no one challenged Goldhammer’s bid. No one except Von Stern. “It’s not enough,” he said. “I never planned to sell her. There are still things I want to do to her.”

“Then let us compromise,” Goldhammer said. “I suspect there are a number of us here that have grudges against the Black Scorpion. Suppose we make it worth your while to let us have her for awhile provided that she is returned to you when we are done.”

Von Stern thought for a bit and then answered. “Agreed, but she must not be permanently damaged or unmasked. I want that privilege for myself.”

“Agreed,” said Goldhammer. He scanned the assembled villains. There was a murmur of agreement.

“I suggest we leave her in your care,” Goldhammer continued. “You seem to have a properly equipped facility to enjoy her. I will begin my session with her today, and when I am finished one of my colleagues may have his turn.”

Von Stern quickly acquiesced. The auction had gone much better than he had hoped. Not only would he be several million dollars wealthier, but he would still have the right to the final humiliation of his superheroine captive. “I leave her to you,” he said. “I am sure you will enjoy her as much as I have.”

Goldhammer nodded a quick reply. He was already running his eyes over the body of the now trembling heroine. She was delicious. Where would he start?

“You like rope bondage, Black Scorpion?” Goldhammer asked. “It’s certainly something I have looked forward to ever since you broke my organization. He cinched up the last rope. Now he was ready to begin.

Darcy fought to keep from whimpering in pain. Goldhammer had methodically bound her nude body, using the coarse hemp ropes so favoured by the Japanese. The cords cut painfully into her flesh as she swung helplessly from the ceiling.

Her body was painfully arched, most of her weight suspended from several hemp strands that were centred in the small of her back. She was well supported, with ropes encircling her torso above and below her breasts, and still others tied about her upper thighs, the loops pulled tightly between her legs to inflict maximum discomfort. Directly above her was a heavy ceiling beam into which had been sunk a large eyebolt. Ropes had been threaded through the bolt, several cords ruining to the ropes confining her breasts and others to the ropes about her waist. She swung slowly back and forth as the involuntary movements caused her to oscillate.

There were numerous other ropes tied to her body. So many that she had lost track of all of the various painful twists and turns. Her wrists were bound to her ankles in an agonizing hogtie that made it very difficult to breathe, and ropes just above her elbows pulled tightly toward the centre of her body. Gasping for air, she had no breath left to reply. It was all she could do to keep from moaning in torment, but even worse, she knew that the torture at the hands of the arch-villain was just beginning.

“What’s the matter, Black Scorpion, cat got your tongue?” Goldhammer had stripped off his gold armor. Darcy had never seen him without it, but what she saw was hardly reassuring. What was revealed was a heavyset individual, with dark, graying hair and a black mustache. He wore a black sleeveless muscle shirt that emphasized his powerful build, and a pair of blue jeans.

“First a little warm up,” he said. He moved to her head and slowly unbuckled his pants, revealing his already erect phallus. “You have no I idea how much I have fantasized about this.” He moved his erection toward her lips. The smell of Goldhammer’s member assailed her nostrils. Desperately, she tried to avoid the intrusion by turning her head, but he gripped her breasts and squeezing hard ordered her to cooperate.

“Suck me or I’ll squeeze your tits until they bleed.” He emphasized his point by brutally crushing and twisting her breasts. Darcy whimpered in pain and parted her lips. There was no way to avoid the humiliation of taking him in her mouth. Sooner or later he would have his way and she was already in so much pain and discomfort from the bondage that she had little resistance left. It had taken him more than an hour to bind her to his satisfaction and for most of the ordeal she had been suspended by the ropes at the small of her back. Hogtied from the beginning, the bondage had been painful from the start and it was all she could do to keep from pleading for mercy. She did not know, however, how long she could hold out.

“Mmmpph!” she murmured as Goldhammer’s manhood entered her mouth. It was painfully large, almost dislocating her jaw as he drove to the back of her throat. Almost gagging she struggled to keep from suffocating as he pumped slowly in and out of her.

“Ah, your mouth is so wet and warm,” Goldhammer crowed. “It’s going to be interesting to see what your cunt is like.”

Darcy’s body swung back and forth as Goldhammer enjoyed her mouth. His hands fondled her breasts, tweaking and twisting her nipples to get a reaction from her, while he worked his phallus down her throat. His breathing quickened as the warmth and wetness of her mouth excited him and then he pulled out of her. “Now let’s try the other end,” he gloated.

Gasping for breath, Darcy felt a familiar fear surge through her as her legs were parted. There was the usual stab of pain as Goldhammer’s shaft penetrated her gates of pleasure, parting the lips of her vulva and sinking deep into her in one powerful thrust. It was incredibly painful and made even more so by the excruciatingly awkward position of her body. He enjoyed her for over an hour before giving in to his pleasure. Spurting into her he withdrew, but her ordeal was just beginning. Standing around her were several of the villains who had come to bid on her. Thanks to Goldmember’s sadistic generosity they were now to savour what they had come to bid on without having to pay. They made full use of the opportunity swarming around her body like flies on dead meat.

“Gently, gentlemen,” Goldmember cautioned. “I’ll kill anyone who does permanent damage to her.”

Darcy cried out as she was pounded again and again. She had tried to resist, but by the time she was raped the fifth or sixth time her resistance was gone. She swam in an ocean of pain and humiliation, her prided shattered as she was reduced to the status of a sexual toy.

“My turn, I believe.” Darcy had thought that she was too far gone to react any more to her tormentors, but the sound of that voice send a cold chill through her.

“Oh god,” she thought. It’s Sims.” With some relief she remembered Goldhammer’s warning. No one was to harm her, but somehow she didn’t expect that any warning would have much of an effect on Sims. When he had sent him to prison he had vowed that he would hunt her down one day and make her pay. Now he was just inches away and she was totally at his mercy.

“Frightened, Black Scorpion?” Sims asked. His voice dripped venom. “You should be. I’m not going to give you any ordinary fuck. This is one session you will remember.”

“You’re not to harm me,” Darcy protested. She hated herself even as the words left her mouth. She sounded like a frightened girl, not a superheroine, but her brutal treatment at Von Stern’s hand had shattered her arrogant superheroine confidence. Now she was just a frightened woman desperate to escape the brutal treatment she was being subjected to.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of damaging that perfect body. Not when I want to be able to enjoy it over and over again.”

Darcy trembled. With her body arched and her head below the level of her hips, she could not see Sims, but she could feel him as he moved between her bruised thighs. “Now try this, Superheroine slut!” Sims growled as he pushed forward.

“Uuunnggh!” Darcy grunted in surprised agony as Sims entered her. It was like being raped by a bull. A bull with a ridged phallus. Her vulva was split apart and then viciously massaged with the ribbed edges. She clenched her teeth until she was afraid they would break, but could still not prevent the moans of pain from escaping from her. It was as Sims had promised a fuck that she would never forget. Two hours later she hung limply from the ropes, her throat raw from screaming and her body lathered with sweat and blood.

“A good start,” Goldmember’s voice said. “Thank you Mr. Sims. I like it when I see people use a little imagination. Wherever did you get a dildo that big?”

“I had it specially made,” Sims replied. “I found it useful when entertaining some of my female captives.”

“I expect you did,” Goldhammer replied expressionlessly. “Now whose turn is it?”

Darcy was left dangling from the intricate web of ropes that confined her body as thug after thug enjoyed her. She was raped around the clock by every criminal who had attended the auction. At the end she was so exhausted that she was barely conscious. Only then did Goldhammer step in and cut her down. “I leave her to you,” he said to Von Stern. “Tomorrow I will continue to collect on my purchase.”

Von Stern had Darcy hauled off. As before he had her cleaned up, although this time she was barely cognizant of the fact. Asleep before she was even returned to her cell, she did not even eat the wholesome meal Von Stern had prepared for her. Her weakness, however, was not allowed to interfere with the plans of her captors. About mid-morning she was roused from her exhausted sleep. “Time to get ready, Black Scorpion,” Von Stern pronounced as he entered her cell. “You have half an hour to make yourself presentable.”

Darcy forced herself to her feet. Her every movement sent waves of pain through her body. Staggering to the mirror that Von Stern had now provided she surveyed her image. Removing her cowl she saw a beaten woman looking back at her. Her body was crisscrossed with rope burns and the marks of Von Stern’s whipping were clearly visible on her swollen breasts. But is it was her face that reflected her defeat the most strongly. Her mahogany eyes lacked the usual luster, and her cheeks were sunken. Her lips were still bore the marks of her teeth where she had unconsciously bitten them to fight back against the pain. Was there any more point in resisting? She had been broken by the endless round of rape and violence. She was alone and at the mercy of men who hated her and were determined to exact their vengeance upon her. Perhaps when Von Stern returned she should throw herself on her knees and beg for mercy. She knew that would please him, but would it stop him from torturing her? She shook her head. She knew it would not. Her hands shaking, she drew a comb through her chestnut locks and then replaced her cowl. Surrender was not an option. She would have to face whatever her tormentors had planned for her.

A sound outside her cell alerted her to Von Stern’s return. She turned to face the cell door and took a deep breath. From somewhere deep inside her she drew on her remaining strength. Bruised physically and mentally, her loins aching, and so frightened she was almost sick, she waited for the door to open; trying desperately not to think about what her captors had planned for her.

The door swung back, and Von Stern stood there. Right behind him was Goldhammer and Sims. The archcriminal smiled in false greeting. “Good morning, Black Scorpion.” He turned his head toward the henchmen who were with him. “Secure her. I expect our heroine is excited about what is to happen to her.”

Darcy’s knees almost gave out as once again she was fitted with chains, but somehow she held herself erect. Then, almost fainting in fear she was led from the cell. She could no longer hold back the thought. What would Goldhammer and his friends do to her today?

Chapter 5 Unmasked

Once more Darcy entered the room she had come to think of as the auction hall. All of the thugs who had raped her were there. A tremor of fear ran through her. How could she face up to another round of brutal rape and torture?

Von Stern was there as well, standing front and centre. He grinned as Darcy was led toward him. The chains that secured her emphasized her servitude. This time her ankles were not chained. It was clear that her captors no longer considered her a physical threat.

“Ah, Black Scorpion,” Von Stern said. “It is time for the grand finale.” He moved in front of her. “Chain her up,” he ordered.

Two of Von Stern’s henchmen moved to do his bidding. For the briefest instant, Darcy considered resisting and then caught the look in von Stern’s eye. He was waiting for her to do something. A quick glance showed that there were at least a dozen of Von Stern’s men within twenty feet of her. If she attempted anything she would be immediately attacked and in her weakened condition she could not hope to deal with so many.

Passively, she allowed her wrists to be brought forward in front of her. Leather cuffs were strapped to each wrist and then the cuffs were linked to one another. Helpless, with her heart pounding in fear, and filled with mortification, she trembled as her arms were drawn over her head by a chain run through a pulley fixed to the ceiling.

Darcy suppressed a moan as her already tortured body was stretched full length. Von Stern had his men hoist her until she was standing on her tiptoes.

The assembled villains collectively licked their lips as they viewed the powerless crimefighter. Her bruised breasts were lifted, her tempting nipples tilted toward the ceiling. The position emphasized her perfect figure and her helplessness. Within seconds there was not a man in the room without an erection.

“God, I’d love to sink my wand into her,” one thug muttered, a sentiment shared by most of those assembled.

“Later, gentlemen,” Von Stern said. “First we have a pleasant task to perform; the unveiling of the Black Scorpion on camera, and the revelation of her secret identity. Soon the world will know the identity of the world’s most famous heroine.”

Darcy twisted in her chains, swinging her body so that she could face Von Stern squarely. Confidently he strode toward her and then turning looked into the camera like a TV game show host. “And now ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Black Scorpion and her secret identity.”

Darcy’s kick knocked him right off the platform, tumbling him into the seats. It had been too much for her to resist and had taken all of her remaining strength. She knew that she would face severe punishment for her actions, but she could not simply let Von Stern unmask her without a fight.

“You bitch!” Von Stern screamed as he pulled himself out of the tangle of chairs he had been hurled into. Around the hall the assembled thugs howled with laughter.

Von Stern seethed with rage. Temporarily forgotten was his plan to expose the identity of the Black Scorpion to the world. “Turn off the cameras,” he shouted. Limping, he charged up the stairs to the top of the platform. “Get me the whip,” he ordered.

Darcy shuddered. Her face showed no triumph at sending Von Stern ass-over-teakettle. She knew she was about to be severely punished. Von Stern planted himself in front of her, keeping just far enough away to be out of range of her feet. He was holding a fifteen foot lash.

“You trumped up, whore,” Von Stern spat. He was boiling with rage. He had thought his brutal mistreatment of the captured heroine had completely broken her. Her surprise attack had embarrassed him in front of his fellow criminals. She would pay for that. He flexed the whip. “I’m going to flay you alive.” Pulling his arm back he snapped the whip toward the helpless heroine.

“Aagghh!” The cry burst from Darcy’s lips as the whip curled about her torso. Nothing that had been done to her so far had prepared her for such pain. The vicious lash ripped open her skin, leaving a long red weal that stretched from just under her right breast, around her ribcage and across her back. Almost sobbing in agony she screamed again as the lash tore off another strip of skin just next to the first.

Von Stern rained blow after blow on Darcy’s defenceless body. Each one seemingly more painful than the last. Strangely, it was Goldhammer who intervened to stop the brutal torture. He caught Von Stern’s arm in midstroke. “Leave us something to fuck, you fool,” the archvillain hissed. “She’s worthless if you destroy her. Let’s get on with the unmasking.”

Von Stern appeared dazed. “You’re right,” he mumbled. “There’s more than one way to teach a superheroine a lesson.” He tossed down the whip and moved up to his whimpering victim.

“Run the cameras, again,” Von Stern ordered. He reached for the Black Scorpion’s cowl. “Now, you whore. I expose you to the world.”

“No!” Darcy whimpered. Then Von Stern jerked on the cowl exposing her face and allowing her hair to tumble free. Desperate to hide her identity Darcy bowed her head, trying to obscure her features with her hair.

“Let’s have a look,” Goldhammer said. Reaching out he seized Darcy’s hair and wrenched her head back.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Von Stern said. “Darcy Walker.”

“Yes,” Goldhammer agreed. “The police bitch. I might have guessed.”

Darcy bowed her head and wept. In agonizing pain, she stood helpless, exposed to the world. Her secret identity was revealed. Her secret life was over and with it her career as a superheroine.

Sims sneered at the sobbing heroine. “What’s the matter bitch? You can dish it out but can’t take it? I’m going to give you a real reason to cry. One that will make your pussy sore for weeks.”

“Yes, Von Stern,” agreed. “We mustn’t forget what a superheroine is really good for.”

Her spirit broken, Darcy slumped, her legs no longer able to support her. With her unmasking she had lost her will to resist, and overcome with shame and exhaustion she hung limply from the chains that secured her arms to the ceiling. Fear coursed through her. She faced another brutal round of rape and torture. The first had almost broken her. She doubted that she had the will to resist further brutality.

Chapter 6 The Scorpion’s Sting

“Nnnngghh!” Darcy screamed as she was savagely raped. The creature violating her was manlike but hardly completely human. Von Stern had dredged him up from somewhere. Barely able to speak the monstrous creature was massively endowed, his phallus fully as thick and heavy as her forearm. It was like being plundered by a horse and it had been going on for more than an hour. Her body streaked with sweat she writhed in agony as he buried himself within her.

Almost as bad as the rape, however, was the circle of jeering villains surrounding her. Their crude comments and sarcastic remarks were mortifying, emphasizing her helpless humiliation. The current ordeal had begun ninety minutes before. Not satisfied with having just unmasked her, Von Stern had decided on a little entertainment. It was not as Darcy had feared, another gang rape, this time the archvillain had something else in mind.

Von Stern had lowered her from the chains, leaving her in a heap on the concrete floor. Kneeling beside her he had delivered two sharp slaps to her face. “Come on, superheroine bitch,” he had said. “Get up. We’re not through with you yet.”

Head hanging low, Darcy had staggered to her feet. Her back was raw from the whipping she had received and she was burning with shame. She stood before her master, too beaten to look him in the eye.

“I have a proposal for you, Black Scorpion,” Von Stern had ventured. “You are completely at my mercy. I could have you raped hourly for the rest of your existence, but that is hardly entertaining. Now that you have been exposed you are no longer a threat to me and the video of your degradation should be worth millions. I am a betting man, therefore, I am going to give you a chance to earn your freedom.”

Darcy had raised her head. She could hardly believe was Von Stern was saying. Was he really going to give her a chance to get away?

“There is someone I want you to meet,” Von Stern had continued. He snapped his fingers and the crowd of villains parted as someone pushed through them.

Darcy’s eyes had widened in fear at the figure who now confronted her. He was one of the biggest men she had ever seen, standing close to seven feet tall, and massively built. He stood silently leering at her, his interest in her nude body all too obvious. More to the point, the hulking brute wore little more than she did, being dressed in only a pair of wrestling tights.

“Von Stern had smiled engagingly. “Black Scorpion, I would like you to meet the Grappler. You may have heard of him, he won the 2003 Super Slugfest.”

Darcy had known what Von Stern’s next words would be before he spoke them. Nevertheless, they sent a shudder through her.

“My proposition is simple, Black Scorpion. You defeat the Grappler, you go free. If you lose, then he gets to enjoy you for awhile. By the way, if you refuse I have promised the Grappler exclusive rights to you for the rest of the day.”

Darcy had shaken her head. She was too weak from the beating to fight and her captors knew it. However, Von Stern had one more surprise for her. From his pocket he took a small black case and flipped it open. “This will help,” he had said. “You are in need of a little pick-me-up.”

Darcy had stared stupidly at the syringe inside the case. “A stimulant,” Von Stern had said. “Twice as potent as adrenaline. It should restore some of your strength and speed. Be warned though, that it last for only a short time. Since it is different for each recipient there is no telling how long it will last. I suggest you take out the Grappler quickly.” He had handed her what was left of her costume, including her cowl. “Here,” he had said, “put these on. It will make the contest more interesting. Superheroine against mindless brute.”

Darcy had winced as Von Stern injected her, then she felt a surge of strength as the miracle drug kicked in. She had turned to face her opponent as the crowd of criminals pulled away, forming a ring around them.

The contest had moved in Darcy’s favour at first. The drug more than compensated for the injuries suffered in her brutal ordeal. Her speed and strength restored, she had easily evaded the Grappler’s uncoordinated and clumsy attacks, while scoring frequently against him. However, it soon became obvious why the huge man had won the Super Slugfest; hitting him was like punching a wall. Nothing that she did seemed to hurt him and he proved proficient in protecting the one area where he might have been vulnerable. He kept both his hands low, allowing Darcy to strike his head and torso, but protecting his groin. Still, Darcy’s attacks slowly began to tell. After fifteen minutes both of the Grappler’s eyes had been blackened, his nose was flattened, and his head and face puffed and swollen from the continual battering. Had the contest continued much longer it was almost certain that Darcy would have won.

But then the heroine had felt herself weakening. It was as Von Stern had predicted. The drug was beginning to wear off. Slowly, Darcy felt her strength drain from her. She began to breathe heavily as she tired, gasping for air, and her arms and legs turning to lead.

The Grappler, however, did not slow down. he came on as he had in every contest he had ever won, like a huge unstoppable automaton, absorbing blow after blow. As Darcy tired he finally spoke for the first time. “Now I got you, bitch,” he grinned through bleeding lips. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll bleed for a week.“

Almost exhausted, Darcy did not have the breath to reply. She dodged back as her opponent reached clumsily for her, but stumbled as she did so, falling to one knee. A second later the Grappler seized the front of her costume.

Darcy struck frantically at the monster who held her, her fists hammering at him, but the Grappler flexed his muscles and tore her costume down to her waist. Then still gripping the shredded costume he swung her about in a circle before slamming her to the floor. The impact knocked the breath from her. Darcy lay helpless as the Grappler straddled her, pinning her to the floor with his weight. And then he began to enjoy her.

It took the brutal giant only a few more seconds to strip what was left of Darcy’s costume from her, then he settled between her thighs, spreading her legs while his huge hands griped her breasts. She screamed in pain as he twisted her nipples, applying so much pressure that she was sure he was going to tear her tender buds right off. Frantic with fear, Darcy tried to push him away from her, but most of her strength had left her. While she screamed in pain and moaned in fear the Grappler proceeded to methodically rape her.

He worked her breasts over first, continuing to torment her nipples before shifting his grip to engulf her breasts. “Aaaggh! Please stop,” Darcy begged, but ignoring her pleas for mercy and her cries of pain, the Grappler massaged her breasts until they were black and blue and then he removed his skimpy wrestling briefs.

The Grappler was hung like a stallion. It put to shame every other phallus Darcy had ever seen. “Oh no,” she pleaded. “Please don’t put that thing in me. I’ll be ripped apart!”

The Grappler had laughed. Lifting her from the floor he positioned her over his monumental member and then drove into her. The Grappler did to her what he had boasted that he would. The huge organ impaled her like a fence post, splitting her open and ravaging the soft warmth of her love tunnel. Darcy spread her legs wide in an effort to alleviate the pain, but nothing seemed to lessen the violence and agony of the assault. Grunting in animal pleasure, the Grappler sank his shaft deep within her and then began to ream her heroine-tight vagina with ruthless determination. Darcy screamed herself hoarse, finally lapsing into whimpers as she was subject to the most brutal violation of her heroine career.

A grunt of satisfaction finally signaled the end of Darcy’s ordeal. “Enjoy that, bitch?” the Grappler growled as he lifted his bulk from her. “I did; and there’s plenty more of that still to come.”