"Ohhh!" Natassia slowly returned to consciousness. At first she was quite confused. She could not move any part of her body, yet her senses told her that she was in an upright position. Her head hurt ferociously and her vision was blurred. For several minutes she could not see. From somewhere behind her she could hear the screams. They were the screams of women in terrible agony and humiliation.

Her moan had alerted her captors. "Hah-hah, the dark angel has returned to life."

At first, Natassia could not identify the man who spoke, but slowly her vision cleared. A hulking shaped loomed before her. It was Brick Henson.

"I was beginning to wonder if you would ever wake up. You’re a damned sound sleeper, and a mighty pretty one I might add."

As he spoke, Brick tilted her chin in his hand. Repulsed, Natassia tried to draw back, but was unable to move even a millimeter. Quickly she assessed her situation. She found that she was secured in a huge triangular steel frame constructed of massive steel I-beams of the sort used to build bridges and other large structures. The apex of the triangle met over her head and the base was at her feet. Each of her arms had been inserted through openings in the sloping sides of the triangle and although she could not see her hands, her wrists were secured by massive manacles. Her feet had been similarly immobilized by inserting them into openings in the base of the triangle. The metal sides of the triangle were so thick that her arms disappeared almost up to the elbows and her legs were encased in metal halfway to her knees. To her relief, however, she found that she was still wearing her costume. It would have been so easy for Brick or his thugs to have stripped her naked while she was unconscious.

Brick rubbed his forefinger over her jaw, gently caressing her full lips. Natassia made a face, clearly indicating her disgust.

"A little fussy, ain’t you?" said Brick as if offended at her obvious aversion to his touch. "I think I’ll teach you a little manners and find out what’s under that outfit at the same time."

Brick turned to one of his henchmen. "Find my whip, the new one. I want to try it out."

Natassia strained against the contraption that held her immobile. Helpless before her enemy, Brick’s direct threat to her well being gave her a sick feeling deep in the pit of her stomach.

"Rotate her, Doc," said Brick, turning to a gnomelike bespectacled little man dressed in a white lab coat.

The little man flicked a couple of controls on a panel he was standing in front of and Natassia felt the apparatus that held her move. She now saw that the triangle that held her was centered in the middle of a large metal circle that could be rotated a full 360 degrees.

As the massive metal contraption rotated Natassia saw a horrifying sight. She now knew the source of the screams and moans of pain that she had heard earlier. Strapped to three tables were three young women. Natassia knew at once that she was looking upon the three missing superheroines. Each of the three powerless women was impaled by a frightful machine that was plunging a massive dildo in and out of their overstretched vaginas. It seemed impossible that the defenseless women could long last such brutal torture. Natassia’s eyes widened in fear. What kind of a monster could do such things to helpless women?

"Doc, turn off the Rapemaster," ordered Brick. "I want our other guests to be able to appreciate this."

The little scientist scampered to do Brick’s bidding. Mercifully the hideous mechanical rape stopped. All three women lay groaning and weeping in the aftermath of their ordeal.

Brick held a vicious three-tailed whip in his hands. Each stand of the whip consisted of tightly wound strips of leather and ended in a small steel ball. Brick had been planning to use it on the three heroines he had already captured, provided the Rapemaster did not kill them first, but now he had a more preferable target.

"Now it’s time to see what is underneath that tight-fitting costume," said Brick, hefting the whip.

Drawing back his arm, Brick swung the whip with all the force he could muster across Natassia’s bounteous exposed bosom.

"Agghhh!" Natassia cried. The force of the blow ripped open the front of her costume as if it was tissue paper. Three bloody lacerations stretched diagonally across her perfect breasts from her left collarbone to the bottom of her right ribcage.

"Ugh!" Brick grunted in satisfaction. He raised the whip to strike again, and then paused in amazement. "What the Hell?"

As he watched dumfounded, the bloody stripes slowly closed, healing completely. Natassia was also surprised; she had not expected this effect of the Dragon’s Eye.

"Christ," Brick swore, "she can’t be injured!"

For several seconds the hulking crimelord hesitated. Then he raised the whip again. "What the hell," he said. "Let’s see how much she can stand."

THWACK! The sound of the blow echoed through the room. It seemed impossible that chunks of Natassia’s flesh would not be torn off under such a frightful blow.

"Aaahhhh!" Natassia screamed in pain as the lashes tore into her. As before her wounds immediately began to heal. Brick stood back amazed.

"I can’t believe what I am seeing," he said. "This bitch ain’t human."

Handing the whip to one of his henchmen, Brick stepped up to the Natassia’s suspended body. The two lashes her had delivered had ripped the top part of Natassia’s skintight costume to ribbons, exposing most of her chest from the upper swell of her breasts almost to her navel.

Brick marveled at Natassia’s magnificent physique. Her breasts were large and perfectly formed, even more splendid than those of the Jade Dragon. It seemed impossible that they could hold their shape so perfectly without some form of support.

Almost reverently, Brick ran his fingers over her satin skin. "My god, it feels like she is made of plaster!" he exclaimed.

Using both hands, Brick squeezed her flawless breasts. "Christ, her tits feel like they’re made of rubber. What kind of a woman is she?" He turned to his henchman. "Gimme back the whip."

"I’m gonna strip off some more of her skin and see what happens."

THWACK! THWACK! Brick laid on two more lashes. The blows were accompanied by screams of pain from Natassia. Apparently the superheroine could be hurt, even if she couldn’t be permanently damaged. But the blows had accomplished something else. The few remaining shreds of her costume were torn away, leaving her exposed from neck to navel.

Brick started in surprise. "God damn!" he exclaimed. Suspended from the heroine’s beautiful neck was a blazing green gem. Even as he watched the flashing stone increased in intensity.

"The stone is an energy source that directs its power into her body!" It was the tiny demented scientist, Ivan Retinoff. "That explains why her body is so unnaturally firm and why wounds heal almost instantly."

"Oh yeah?" replied Brick. "Let’s see." With a swift move, he tore the pendant and bright green stone from Natassia’s neck.

Natassia’s exquisite breasts settled slightly. With his left hand, Brick took her left tit in his hand. This time her flawless flesh was soft and yielding, the way a woman’s breast was meant to be.

With a cruel grin, Brick nodded slightly. "You’re right, Doc, it was the bloody gem. Now let’s see what she’s really made of."

THWACK! Brick brought the lash down across Natassia’s breasts.

"AAAAHHHH!" This time Natassia’s scream was much louder. Her beautiful body bucked against its restraints.

Brick struck again, the force of his blows ripping open Natassia’s silken skin. The maiden screamed in agony as her blood splattered the area around her. This time her wounds did not heal.

Brick’s face reflected a devilish joy. "That’s more like it," he muttered. He raised the lash again.