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The Perilous City Saga

Part one: Capturing Victory

By Lady Jane

 

Jordin climbed out of the shower and quickly wrapped a towel around her slim body.  She was still dripping wet as she answered her cell phone.  An unfamiliar voice spoke on the other end.  It seemed muffled or distorted somehow. 

 

“Jordin Tyler?” the voice asked.  She could not tell if it was a man or a woman.

 

“Yes,” Jordin replied unsurely.

 

“We have your sister!”  The voice responded, eerily calm.  “If you value her life bring 50 grand to the old car factory tonight at midnight.”

 

Alarmed Jordin shouted into the phone, “who is this!?”

 

“If you wish to see your sister alive again,” the voice continued.  “You will come alone and you will not contact the authorities.”

 

“If you harm her…” Jordin began the threat but the voice cut her off.

 

“Do not threaten us Miss Tyler,” the voice said sternly.  “And do not test us.  Midnight.  Alone.”  Click.

 

Jordin fought down the panic.  She did not have fifty-thousand dollars but she did not need it.  Nor did she need to alert any authorities.  In truth Jordin Tyler was one of Capital City’s premier crime fighters, the super heroine called Victory!  She even grinned a bit at the thought that these thugs did not know just who they were messing with!  But they were going to find out!

 

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At midnight Jordin was at the abandoned factory.  She was wearing a pair of skintight jeans and a black tank top under a leather coat.  Her thick brown hair hung loose past her shoulders and framed her pretty face.  She was feigning a nervous, frightened expression.  Jordin knew she would look like a vulnerable young woman and that’s exactly what she wanted!  On her wrists, concealed by the sleeves of her coat, was a pair of matching silver bracelets.  All she would have to do is touch them together to become Victory.  Then whoever was behind this would pay dearly!

 

Just then her cell phone rang.  Jordin answered it trying to sound frightened.  On the other end was a familiar voice this time: her sister Kylie!

 

“Jordin?  What’s up, you sound weird.”

 

“Kylie!  Are you alright?” Jordin asked urgently.

 

“Yeah, why?” her sister asked, sounding perfectly normal.

 

“Kylie where are you?” Jordin asked confused.

 

“I’m at home,” she replied.  “Why?”

 

“Home?”

 

“Yep,” Kylie replied getting confused as well.

 

“You’re just at home and you’re sure you’re alright?”

 

“Perfectly fine, sis,” Kylie said.  “Why, what’s wrong?”

 

“I’ll call you later,” Jordin said curtly and hung up.

 

Suddenly the shadows seemed more foreboding.  Jordin looked all around but of course saw nobody.  Would anyone pull a prank like this?  No.  It must be some evil plot; which could mean her secret identity had been uncovered!  Jordin quickly pushed back her sleeves to reveal the shining bracelets; she’d feel a lot safer and have a better chance of figuring this out as Victory!

 

“It’s her,” a gruff voice shouted suddenly.  “Diego now!”

 

Before she could bring them together and initiate the transformation, a figure lurched from the shadows behind her!  A damp rag quickly covered her nose and mouth, one breath and Jordin knew it was soaked in chloroform.  She started to bring her wrists together but her attacker grabbed her arm and kept them from touching.  Jordin struggled but the grip on her was too strong, without being able to transform she really was just a vulnerable young woman.  The burly thug held her tight, slowly twisting her arm behind her back.  She fought it desperately but was easily over powered as ordinary Jordin Tyler. 

 

It did not take long for the chloroform to take affect.  Her head began to spin and her arms and legs slowly went limp.  Darkness over took her and Jordin felt herself slipping… 

 

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Diego let the girl collapse at his feet and looked down at her.  She was tall and lean with long sexy legs.  Her chest was a little on the small side, but she had a perfectly shaped ass.  He knelt and brushed her brown hair back from her face, which had soft features and full, pouting lips.  She was beautiful and his head filled with ideas.

 

“Don’t get any ideas,” said a voice of to his left.  Diego glanced up.  It was Ron, his partner in crime.  “The boss wants her un… untainted.”

 

“For now,” Diego grumbled looking back at the unconscious hottie.  They laughed.

 

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Jordin came too slowly.  At first she could hear low talking and muted laughter.  Gradually she realized she was lying facedown on cold concrete.  She groggily pushed herself up, tucking her knees under her and holding her throbbing head.  Jordin looked blearily around a vast dark room.  All about there were hulking shadows of rusted out machinery.  She must be inside the abandoned factory now!  Then she saw two vague shapes coming toward her.  Jordin forced her vision to clear and saw two thugs carrying ropes and chains.  They didn’t seem to realize she was awake yet.  Jordin tried to stand, she was still dazed but got unsteadily to her feet.

 

“Diego, she’s awake!” one of them shouted suddenly. 

 

“I told you we should have given her more chloro!”  They dropped the chains and rope and ran towards her!

 

Jordin straightened and quickly brought her wrists together!  There was a blinding flash of light and suddenly Jordin Tyler had become Victory!  Her jeans and tank top vanished, replaced by purple lycra booty shorts and a matching halter with a silver “V” on it.  Her sexy abs were left bare but a silver belt was strapped around her slim hips.  Her long shapely legs were bare and led down to a pair of silver high-heeled boots. 

 

Diego and Ron fell back a step, staring, momentarily awed at the sight of the sexy super heroine before them.  Victory put her hands on her hips and glowered at them. 

 

“Who are you and why have you brought me here?” Victory’s voice held a commanding tone she could never have as Jordin Tyler.  Her stance too displayed a new confidence and strength!

 

“Get her!” Ron yelled and Diego lunged forward instantly.

 

Victory stepped forward and caught him mid-charge, tossing the thug off to the side.  He grunted painfully, rolling across the floor.  With her power belt now around her waist she had the strength of 10 men!  Ron attacked next throwing a wide looping punch.  Victory blocked it easily and delivered a punch of her own that doubled the thug over.  Diego charged back in.  She gave him a kick in the chest that stopped him in his tracks and then brought a right cross that dropped the burly thug!  On her heels Victory was nearly six feet tall, as tall as either man.  However both were much thicker and broader than she was (Diego built, Ron tubby), yet she was manhandling them both with ease. 

 

“Alright, you two morons?” Victory growled.  “I want answers!”

 

Ron straightened up and assumed a boxer’s stance.  He threw two short jabs that Victory easily slipped.  Then she ducked under a high hook and countered with body shot/uppercut combo that sprawled the thug flat on his back!  She stepped forward and lifted the rotund man with one arm.

 

“Now, who are you and who do you work for?” the heroine demanded.

 

Diego replied by hitting her in the back of the head with a lead pipe.  Infused with the power of her belt she did not sustain the damage a normal woman would have…but Victory felt that!  She stumbled forward, stunned.  Ron dropped with grunt.  Diego attacked again, this time bringing the pipe crushing against her slender ribcage!  Victory gasped and clutched her side.  Diego lifted his pipe again but Victory lunged forward quickly and grabbed his wrist!  She lifted him by the arm and throat, squeezing.  Diego gagged and choked and dropped the pipe.  With all her super strength she flung him across the room at the wall!  He hit with a smack and a groan, sliding dazedly to the floor.

 

“If you guys don’t come up with answers quickly,” Victory growled.  “Things are going to get really ugly!”

 

She turned back to find Ron.  He was scrambling away from her but she grabbed him by the ankle and drug him backwards.  With her super strength Victory easily flipped him onto his back.  She grabbed him by the scruff of his neck lifting him from flat on the floor to clear off the ground with ease.  Ron flailed wildly trying to escape her grip.  Victory slapped him across the face.  Then once again!

 

“Make it easy on yourself,” she snarled.  “What am I doing here?  Who do you work for?”

 

“I can’t tell you!” he replied. 

 

Victory was so busy interrogating the thug in her grasp that she did not notice a third figure join the fray.  Did not hear him creep up behind her.  Did not even notice as his arms snaked around her sexy waist.  Two hands quickly unbuckled her power belt and only then did Victory notice.  She dropped Ron and whirled around but it was too late!  A darkly clad man stepped nimbly away, snatching off her silver belt as he went.  All the super strength instantly drained from her body!  Victory’s heart dropped as she looked down at her low riding lycra shorts and naked waist.  She was powerless!

 

The man before her was not much taller than the other thugs but more powerfully built.  He wore a leather vest with a hood that obscured his features but left his powerful arms bare.  His legs were clad in black and gray fatigues, which were tucked into worn combat boots.  His wrists were wrapped in leather, and one hand bore a leather, spiked glove.  The other hand dangled Victory’s belt tauntingly.  In the shadows of the hood she could just make out a twisted smile.

 

“Who are you?” Victory asked trying to sound stern. 

 

“Most people just call me the Bounty Hunter,” he said in a low hiss.  “Boys, think you can handle her now?”

 

“Sure thing boss,” Ron said, almost chuckling.

 

Victory could not maintain her confident stance as Diego and Ron stalked towards her.  Without her power belt she knew she did not stand a chance and judging from the leers on each of their faces…so did they!

 

Diego attacked first with a clumsy punch that Victory was able to duck.  She gave him a short punch in the ribs and he grunted, but barely flinched.  Ron stepped up and grabbed one of her arms.  Victory kicked him and he let her go.  Diego lunged forward with another punch; Victory tried to dodge it but was caught on the shoulder.  The force spun her around and Diego quickly wrapped his thick arms around her!  Victory twisted back and forth but she was locked in the iron grip, leaving her open to Ron’s next attack.  He landed a hard punch right across her face!  He threw a second punch and she was able to move just enough that it missed her face but glanced Diego’s.  His grasp loosened and she slipped out.  Ron was quick though and caught her with a backhand as she tried to escape. 

 

Victory’s head snapped to the side and she stumbled.  Her cheek was stinging as she straightened and turned to face the two thugs.  Bounty Hunter still stood in the background holding her belt.  Diego and Ron advanced on her menacingly.  Victory backed away, knowing she was in deep trouble.  She let them back her up to the wall, trying to figure a way out but by then it was too late.  She had no choice but to attack, throwing a punch at Diego.  He grabbed her wrist with one hand and stopped it!  She could do nothing to stop him as he twisted her arm behind her back.  With his free hand he hooked her free arm and yanked that behind her as well.  Victory struggled against the grip but without her super strength she was no match for him! 

 

Ron came at her driving a powerful blow into her stomach!  Victory gasped and bent forward.  Next he punched her across the face and she cried out as her head rocked to one side.  Another shot rifled across her jaw drawing another pained cry!  Stunned by the blow our heroine’s knees buckled and allowed Diego to synch in his grip.  She groaned as he pulled her arms behind her, forcing Victory to arch her back, thrusting out her perky B-cups and exposing her toned abs.  Ron took full advantage, unleashing a flurry of blows on her sexy stomach.  Her slim body shuddered with each blow and Victory gasped and grunted as her abs were abused.  She pulled against Diego’s grip but she was too weak now.  Ron stepped back looking pleased as the heroine gasped for air, her breasts heaving with each breath. 

 

In desperation Victory kicked out and caught Ron right in the balls.  He gasped and crumpled to the ground.  Victory was turned around quickly and shoved face first against the wall, Diego was just too strong for her to resist.  The movement did loosen his grip a bit and she slipped one arm free.  She threw it backwards in a weak elbow.  She felt his hand coil itself in her thick brown hair and she pulled desperately to free her other arm.  She could not.  Victory was helpless as Diego slammed her face against the wall!  He yanked her backwards by the hair, she cried out and then he shoved her back again.  The heroine screamed as she was pounded against the bricks, and her free arm fell weakly at her side.  She drew in a ragged breath and did not struggle as Diego pressed her against the wall, holding her in place.

 

“You alright?” he asked Ron.

 

Victory only heard a grumbled response.  Suddenly though Diego’s weight was pulled away.  Rough hands spun her around and she came face to face with Ron.  His fat face twisted in rage and he shoved her back against the wall.  He grabbed her wrists and lifted them slowly.  Victory started to resist but Ron easily shoved them against the wall, holding her arms out to the side.  He kicked her feet apart, forcing her to spread her legs.

 

“Now it’s your turn bitch,” he growled.

 

A wave of agony rolled over Victory as he drove his knee into her pussy!  She screamed in pain!  Ron laughed and kneed the soft V between her legs again, even harder.  Victory’s slender body trembled in pain as she cried out yet again and hot tears began to roll down her cheeks.  Her legs buckled and she started to sink towards the floor.  Ron grabbed her narrow shoulders pulling her back up. 

 

“Please don’t…” Victory said weakly.

 

Ron laughed again and drove his knee into her cunt once more!  This jolt was so intense that she could not even scream.  Her whole body shuddered and her long, shapely legs quivered weakly as she gasped and sobbed.  Ron stepped back and before she could even fall he rocked her with a straight hook!  This time Victory did cry out, her head spun and her thick brown locks whipped about wildly.  She twisted awkwardly with the force of the blow and sprawled limply on the floor.  Her sexy body glistened with sweat.  Weakly the heroine pushed herself up to her hands and knees.  Now a pair of combat boots was standing next to her.  A powerful grip yanked on her hair, jerking her face up with a startled yelp.  It was of course Bounty Hunter; he was still holding her belt.

 

“Who told you about my belt?” Victory mewled.

 

Bounty Hunter glowered down at her.  He did not answer.  His foot came up in sudden kick.  Victory did not even feel it connect.  Everything simply went black.

 

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When Victory came to, her body ached all over and she couldn’t move.  She was sitting in a chair in a small room, probably still inside the factory.  She was still wearing her lycra shorts and halter but her boots were missing.  Her hands were tied at the wrist around the back of the chair, and each ankle was tied to one of the legs.  Victory tugged at her bindings but to no avail.  She struggled and groaned trying to free herself but without her power belt even these simple ropes were too strong!  She was trapped! 

 

The door opened and the thug named Diego stepped in.  Victory glared at him.

 

“Where am I?” the heroine demanded. 

 

“Does it matter?” Diego asked. 

 

“Where’s your boss?” she snarled.  “I don’t deal with lackeys!”

 

Diego slapped her, hard.  Victory’s head snapped to the side and a soft cry escaped her lips.  He grabbed a handful of hair and yanked back, arching her back painfully over the chair.  Victory gasped in pain.  Diego got very close to her ear and almost whispered.

 

“Look at you, proud Victory,” he chuckled.  “Beaten and bound by ‘lackeys’ but still too good to deal with one?”

 

Victory started to retort through clenched teeth, “You haven’t…”  

 

Diego cut her off with another hard slap!  The heroine let her head drop, her long tresses falling over her face.  She had been beaten, and beaten bad, by a pair of lackeys. 

 

“To answer your question, because I want you to know,” Diego began, as he was pulling something out of his pocket.  “The Bounty Hunter and Ron went to broker a deal for your belt!  Some one went through a lot of trouble to set you up tonight after all.”

 

“Tell me who,” Victory said looking up.  There was no authority in her voice though.

 

“I wouldn’t if I knew,” Diego said.  “I only wanted you to know that we’re all alone here.”

 

Now she could see that he was fiddling with a long syringe!  Dread clutched at Victory as he prepared for the injection, flicking the syringe and squirting a tiny amount out of the needle.  When Diego leveled his eyes at her his gaze sent a chill up her spine. 

 

“What is that?” Victory asked, unable to keep a quiver from her voice.

 

“It’s obvious from the way you dress you’re in need of a good fucking,” Diego said.  “I could just rape you, sure.  Without your belt it probably wouldn’t even be much of a struggle!  But I’m not going to let you off that easily.  Because what your sexy little ass deserves… What arrogant super heroines like you need, is to be brought down a peg or two.”

 

“How do you intend to do that?” she asked.

 

Diego grinned, advancing on her slowly, each step deliberate.  Victory struggled against her bindings desperately as he got near to her.  Whatever he had planned she knew it would not be pleasant.  She had to get free!  The ropes held her firmly and our heroine quickly realized it was hopeless.  She was completely at the mercy of this common thug.

 

“Whatever you do to me…AAAHHH!!” 

 

Diego cut her off with another slap!  Then he again yanked her by the hair, jerking her head to the side this time.  Victory started to struggle but felt a slight pinch in the exposed side of her neck.  Then an intense burning flowed into her, though it quickly subsided into an almost pleasant warmth.  Poison of some kind?  Victory instantly felt a bit light headed. 

 

“What was that?” Victory asked softly. 

 

“See if I raped you, I’m just another scumbag,” Diego ignored the question again.  “Taking advantage of an unfortunate…well, for you… situation.  You’re just another victim and probably strong willed enough to get over it.”

 

“You’ll be scum regardless!” Victory’s head was spinning but she was also perfectly aware.  It was an odd sensation.

 

“Maybe,” Diego chuckled.  “But what will that make you when you willingly fuck me?”

 

“Never gonna happen!” Victory growled.

 

“Not only is it gonna happen,” Diego laughed then got deathly serious.  “You’re going to beg me for it!”

 

He said it so surely that Victory was suddenly afraid.  It could never happen…could it?

 

“What did you give me?” Victory said again mustering all the authority she had left.

 

“Ecstasy,” Diego replied smoothly. 

 

Victory’s eye widened in shock.  Though she had never taken it before, it made perfect sense with the sensations she was having.  Who knew what further effect it would have on her!  Could her own body betray her?  She began to struggle even more desperately against her bonds!  Diego tossed the syringe and stepped back, smiling.  The way he watched her struggle, Victory could tell he enjoyed the show.  At last she slumped back on the chair, breathing heavy.  Her modest breasts heaved up and down and her arms went slack.  She was beginning to feel warm and tingly all over. 

 

“Look at you,” Diego said.  “All flushed and breathing hard, you are a sexy little thing!”

 

He came towards her.  Fear washed over Victory and she made a few final weak tugs against the rope.  Then he was behind her.  Rough hands gripped her shoulders firmly, then slid down her arms.  Victory could not pull away from his touch and it sent a chill running all through her body.  Then he reached around and she inhaled sharply as his fingers ran over her exposed belly.  Already the drug was taking hold and that simple touch was far more pleasant than she wanted it to be!  A surprised yelp escaped her lips as he suddenly cupped her firm breasts!  Victory writhed as he began to squeeze.  His sure grip sent a wave of pleasure washing over her. 

 

“They’re little but damn they’re firm!” Diego whispered in her ear.  “Are they really yours?”

 

“Y-yes,” Victory stammered as he continued to fondle her over her halter.

 

“These little tits are much to small for my tastes,” he sighed.  “But maybe we can have some fun anyway.”

 

Her purple top was skintight and beneath it her nipples hardened standing out clearly.  This made Diego double his efforts.  Each big hand covered her entire breast and groped and squeezed with authority, gentle but firm.  He worked his fingers over her nipples sending a wave of pleasure with each deliberate flick.  Victory resisted but the drug coursing through her veins was stronger than her will power.  First she bit her lower lip trying to resist but Diego worked her tits like he owned them!  Her breathing sped up, falling in rhythm with each squeeze and consequent wave of pleasure.  Finally, despite herself, Victory let a soft moan escape her lips.  At this sound Diego increased the intensity further!  Drawing another moan, then another louder moan.  He quickly figured out exactly how to play her and Victory found herself gasping and moaning with each squeeze, flick and twist of her supple breasts!    The pleasure was intense but the humiliation more so, to be at the mercy of this common thug.

 

He stepped back suddenly.  Victory was breathing hard and she slumped in the chair.  Beneath her top her nipples stood erect, as if wanting more.  They did want more!  Her stomach churned at the thought of this man touching her but her body was beginning to betray her.  Diego stepped in front of her and leaned in close.  Again he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head backwards, slowly this time.  Like everything else he did, gently but with authority.  Victory could not keep her head straight and so let him expose her soft neck and throat.  He leaned in and kissed it.  Her body instantly broke out of goosebumps and she shivered.  Then she felt his tongue on her skin.  It was course and wide, but the drugs made it seem velvety.  He licked from her collarbone to chin, and back down.  Victory whimpered as he did.  Then he began to suck on her neck, right at the base.  Another wave of pleasure washed over her. 

 

“Ohhhhhh gawd,” Victory moaned.  “Don’t…”

 

Diego ignored her.  He sucked and licked at her neck, biting sometimes, all the while holding her firmly in place by her hair.  She could not help it as her body shuddered with pleasure.  Though she fought them, every moan that escaped her pouty lips was like a defeat.  Diego did not slow or pause or loosen his grip on her hair as he reached inside her halter and grabbed one of her firm melons!  He squeezed and flicked the nipple and cascade of pleasure tumbled down her torso.  Humiliation washed over Victory as she cried out in pleasure and felt her pussy get wet. 

 

“That’s more like it,” Diego gloated stepping back. 

 

Victory was flushed and gasping. She lifted her eyes to his in defeat. 

 

“Please, no more,” she begged. 

 

“Listen up sexy,” Diego snarled.  “We’re just getting started.”

 

He quickly untied her wrists but rebound them in front.  Then he untied her ankles.  Victory wanted to run but did not have the strength.  Diego pulled her forward off the chair and sat down himself.  She tried to pull away but it was a meek attempt at best.  The thug easily pulled her face down across his lap.  He put one hand firmly on the back of her neck to hold her in place.  Then she felt his other hand caressing her ass.  His touch sent tingles running the length of her spine.  He rubbed and squeezed each cheek.

 

“Now this is perfect,” he grumbled.  “Ass like a peach!  Anyone ever tell you that? Perfect!”

 

He continued to grope her ass but slowly moved downwards.  Soon Victory felt a hand run down her leg, then back up her inner thigh where it rubbed across her pussy!  She had been silent up to that point but now she squealed in unwelcome pleasure!  Diego worked his fingers nimbly over her dripping cunt, sending wave after wave of pleasure washing over her.  First over her shorts, rubbing at an even tempo. 

 

“Oh… oh… oh… ohohoh,” Victory moaned unable to resist. 

 

“That’s right bitch,” Diego said.  “Give in.  The stronger the drugs, stronger the pleasure…but the stronger the pleasure the stronger the drugs!  There’s no hope!”

 

Victory barely heard him.  He was working her pussy so well she could barely breath, taking short gasps between each moan.  The pleasure was building to a crescendo!  Even though she knew she was only being molested by a scumbag thug, she could no longer resist the drugs.  Despite herself, Victory spread her legs and arched her back so he could get a better angle.  Which Diego did!  Immediately he switched and slipped his fingers under the thin strip of cloth covering her soft spot.  His rough fingers plunged into the dripping flesh of her pussy lips and instantly resumed the building tempo! 

 

“Ooooohhhhh…aaaaaahhhhh,” Victory cried as the most intense wave of pleasure yet crashed over her.  Her hips began to rock in rhythm with his hand.  She tried to stop but was helpless against it.  Suddenly he stopped and pushed her off his lap.  Victory fell to the floor with a grunt and looked up at him in confusion.  She was almost panting.  Every inch of her body wanted this scumbag and she could not keep that longing out of her eyes.

 

“Ready yet?” he asked.

 

“N-never,” Victory whimpered coming back to herself. 

 

Diego reached down and pulled her forward.  Victory came to him willingly, she could not believe it but she could not stop it.  He spun her around and pulled her back onto his lap, sitting this time.  His big hands encircled her slim waist and then slid upwards.  They slipped right under her lycra halter and roughly grabbed her breasts.  Victory could not help but shout her approval as he twisted her nipples.  He was rougher with her pert tits this time, kneading and groping, twisting harder but Victory played even easier.  She groaned and moaned, leaning to arch her back pushing her little B-cups more into his firm grasp!  The shame and humiliation she felt at becoming this mans plaything were lost for now in the haze of pleasure and drugs.  Victory began arching her back to rub her “perfect” ass against his crotch.  One of his big hands reached down and slid under the waistband of her shorts.  His fingers slid over the smooth shaven skin and again found her moist pussy and went to work.  Overwhelmed Victory spread her legs and rocked her hips hard against his hands!  Her heart pounded, she could not think straight, somewhere at the back of her mind she knew she was being raped, but her body (and the drugs) wanted…MORE!!!

 

“Ooooohhh, untie me,” Victory moaned.  “Please… aaaahhhhhh… pleeeaaaaaahhhhssss….”

 

Diego did it quickly.  Then his hands went back to their work.  Victory was helpless in his grasp, her body shook and shuddered with pleasure.  She could not even do anything with her freed hands except hold onto his burly arms as his hands played her body like an instrument.  She cried and moaned and screamed at his touch.  Suddenly, Diego stopped.  Victory was so hot she felt on fire, she was gasping and panting.  It was time.  Despite herself the heroine knew she could not resist any longer.  He pushed her off his lap and she stood there shivering, fighting what she knew was to come.

 

Diego stayed silent.

 

Victory wrapped her slender arms around her trembling body and tried to calm herself.  She could not.  Whether it was the drugs or the man, she had been brought too far to control herself. 

 

“Please,” she whispered in a quiet whimper.

 

“What?” Diego asked smugly.  “Couldn’t hear that.”

 

“Don’t stop,” she said a little louder.  “Please.”

 

“Show me that ass, bitch,” Diego ordered. 

 

Victory hesitated a moment, then hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her lycra shorts.  They were soaked, both from her sweat and her crotch.  She slid them down her long, sexy legs letting Diego take in the view.  She knew her firm round ass would be glistening with sweat. 

 

“Now, on your knees,” he ordered. 

 

Victory sank to her knees with her back still to him.  She was trembling.  Then she felt his hands on her, lightly.  Teasing.  Each little prod made her moan and sent a ping of pleasure racing over her body.  He started to pull on her halter and Victory lifted her arms so he could pull it completely off.  Her pert breast bounced into the cool air, and the heroine was naked on her knees before a common street thug.  Suddenly he seized a handful of hair and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing just enough.  Victory yelped in surprise, leaning into him.  She felt his hot breath on her ear as he tugged her long brown hair.  He twisted her breast, flicking the nipple slightly drawing a shuddery moan from the heroine.

 

“Say it,” he whispered to her. 

 

Victory resisted, grasping for her last bit of pride.  Diego knew her by now; he worked her breast with one hand and had her trembling in his grasp.  Breaking her will in a way no torture or threat of death could have!

 

“I can do this all night,” he whispered to her.  “Teasing, bringing you right to verge and then stopping.  I own you, now say it you little bitch!”

 

“Ah ah ah,” Victory moaned.  “Oooohhh please! Please!”

 

“Please what?” Diego said with a perfectly timed twist.

 

“Aaahh…f- fuck me…pleeeaahhss fuuh-uck me,” Victory begged.  “Oohh gawd, please fuck me… ah ah aaahhh!”

 

With a triumphant howl Diego shoved her forward.  Victory fell onto her hands, bent over before him.  Her head drooped in shame and humiliation, but the rest of her body quivered in anticipation.  She heard his pants unzip.  She sensed more than felt his erect cock bobbing between her legs now, inches from her trembling cunt.  He slapped her naked ass hard and Victory cried in an inseparable mixture of pain and pleasure.

 

“Say it again!” he demanded and gave her another vicious spanking.

 

No hesitation this time.  “Please fuck me!  Oh please, just…just do it…” Victory gasped, shame and humiliation were gone.  She was nothing but his plaything now.  “Please oh gawd, please fuck me! Fuck me!” she pleaded pathetically. 

 

She felt his hands grab her hips roughly and then his cock slammed inside her!  Victory screamed at that first thrust, he was bigger than she expected. The sensation washed over her but did not subside this time.  The waves of pleasure surged up her body then back down with each of his powerful thrusts!  Victory could not help herself, she bucked against him desperate for more!  Diego raised his tempo.

 

“Gaaaaawwwwd… ah ah ah…yeeeaaasss….” Victory cried out.  “Fuuhh-uuuuuuhhhh-uck me… oooohhhhoohhohohohohoh…”

 

Victory’s body rocked as she climaxed! She bucked and screamed but Diego kept pounding her!  He held her slim hips in his iron grip and did not even slow his tempo.  Victory gasped now with each thrust, unable to buck or match his tempo!  A second orgasm washed over her.  Diego slowed suddenly, then pulled completely out.  Victory glanced back at him.  He flipped her onto her back with ease.  She pushed her long brown hair out of her face, her plump B-cups heaving with her every breath, and she looked up at him.  Victory spread her trembling legs for him and he leaned over her.

 

“I want you to see,” he grumbled.  “So you know it’s still me.”

 

So I know I’m still being raped, Victory understood.  And that I begged for it.

 

“Don’t stop,” she gasped.  “Uh…huh… please… please fuck me, fuck me… Uuuuugghhh!!!”  She groaned as he stuffed his cock into her again!

 

Victory wrapped her legs around his waist and took every inch that Diego had to offer!  His powerful thrust shook her slender body violently and she orgasmed again, crying out!  Her arms fell limp as another climax washed over her!  Soon she was lost in a sea of pleasure.  Diego fucked her hard!  Had his way with her.  Victory lay helpless beneath him, moaning and shaking and begging for more!  Finally he was finished, and pulled back breathing heavy now too.   He sat on the floor beside her.  Victory rolled away from him, panting.  She felt numb all over. 

 

+++

 

Later Victory was back in the chair and left alone again.  Diego had redressed her and rebound her arms and legs.  Her head hung limply in utter humiliation.  She had never been defeated so completely.  However, as the drugs began to subside, her head cleared.  Victory gradually reminded herself who she was.  She had to find a way to escape, she had to get her belt back!  She had to make these men pay for what they had done to her! 

 

“It’s not over,” she growled into the darkness.  “Not by a long shot!”

 

…To Be Continued!!