She watched the limo pull up to the door, and three more right after it. Each one disgorged a college kid in his sleazy best; shiny microfiber jewel-tone shirts open halfway to his spray-tanned navel and an off-white silk suit. A few burly longshoremen came out of the warehouse and reached into the limos, each one coming out with an unconscious girl slung over his shoulder.

This must be the place. She'd heard rumors of a white slave ring that drugged young women at nightclubs and sold them overseas as sex toys. Sounded like the perfect first mission.

By day, Daria Miles, jet-setting multi-billionaire and art collector. By night, the Avenging Amazon - the black leather bane of scum and scoundrels!

She almost laughed. It would make a pretty silly comic. It was a pretty silly story. But there it was; stranger than fiction.

She'd found a strange blue-black opal in Morocco last year, and almost against her better judgment she bought it on the spot; one of the advantages of being a multi-billionaire. She had it set on a black leather choker with chrome pyramid studs when she was in her fetish phase. And the first time she put it on, she felt an incredible surge of strength rush through her.

Daria spent the next year learning what the Dark Opal gave her: incredible strength, speed, and agility, coupled with healing abilities accelerated by several orders of magnitude. Wounds that would have killed her before now healed in seconds. As long as she wore the Opal, she was practically unstoppable. And something told her there was more power in the Opal than she had been able to discover.

So here she was, perched on the roof of a supposedly abandoned warehouse by the docks, watching through a skylight as the slavers shut their "merchandise" in a cargo container to be shipped halfway around the world and sold.

No better time than the present, she thought. She dove through the grimy glass and dropped to the floor thirty feet below.

The slavers stopped what they were doing. They stood there gaping as their eyes took in the new arrival.

She was a little above average height, maybe 5'6" and 125 pounds, with long ink-black hair and flawless olive skin. Her almond shaped eyes were a vivid shade of bright violet, and they held challenge and confidence as they swept the room. Her ankle boots and seamless latex hot pants showed off her strong supple legs, and she wore a black leather bustier that barely contained the most lethally dangerous curves any of them had ever seen. There was a midnight blue opal on her pyramid-studded choker, and rows of needle-sharp spikes all the way up her elbow-length gloves. It wasn't the most practical thing in crimefighter wear, but somehow wearing the Opal made it feel very right.

They stood there staring at her for a long few seconds before one of them asked, "Who the hell are you, sweet cheeks?"

"Call me the Amazon Avenger," she said. She'd spent a lot of time thinking about what to call herself, and after three hours with Google and a thesaurus that was the best she could come up with that didn't infringe on any copyrights.

"How about we call you the dead bitch we threw in the harbor?" one of them retorted, jacking a shell up into his shotgun.

"Hold on a sec, Jimmy," the leader said. "No need to get trigger-happy. You don't know fresh merchandise when it drops out of the sky? Grab 'er, Ed."

Ed rushed over to wrap her in a massive bear hug. But before he could touch her she sprang up and stopped him in his tracks with a kick to the chin.

"Bad idea, Ed," she said, standing over him as he tried to find his teeth on the floor. "Who's next?"

They all rushed her at once. A big longshoreman swung a pry bar at her head. She swatted it aside with her forearm and jabbed the nerve bundle at the base of his throat, then elbowed one of the clubhoppers in the face as she pulled back her arm. One of them got his arms around her waist and tackled her. As they fell, she locked her legs around him and used their momentum to roll into a handstand - then tossed him across the warehouse into a pile of pallets. She sprang back to her feet in time to duck a slow-moving haymaker. On her way back up she fired a flurry of punches, fast and hard as a jackhammer, into the man's gut and chest. He stumbled back, gasping for air, and she turned to catch another clubber's ankle as he tried an axe-handle kick. She dislocated his knee with her other hand before she released the ankle and hit Prybar with a fast-spinning backfist.

The ones that still had any fight in them backed off, circling her warily. She couldn't watch them all at once. She knew it. So did they. She saw the way they looked at her, staring at her breasts and thighs; the fight only made them want her more. If she hadn't been wearing the talisman, she'd have been terrified of what they'd do after they finished beating her down.

But not tonight, she said. A grim smile curved her full lips as she rushed the leader with inhuman speed. He swung a length of heavy chain at her head. In her eyes it seemed to move too slowly to stay up; she dove under it, coming out of her forward roll with both hands aimed dead center of his chest. He flew up and back with a comically anguished expression on his meaty face.

Something hit her behind the knees like a speeding truck. She fell hard. Her head smacked the concrete and jarred her back into normal time. Before she could get her bearings a thick net fell over her. She started struggling to her feet, but Prybar and his friend Pipe Wrench clubbed her savagely over and over while the others gathered the net around her and secured it with a thick chain, pinning her arms to her body. She couldn't get enough leverage to break the chain and get free.

The leader grabbed her by the hair, twisting it hard. He spit in her face and laughed. "You lose, bitch."

"It's not over yet," she said, struggling to get free.

"Willy's hurt pretty bad, Red," one of the men said.

"So's Rocco," another said.

"Bitch gotta pay," Prybar said.

"Yeah," Red said with an evil grin. "Yeah, I guess she does. You know, honey, all this wigglin'? It ain't helpin'. It's makin' me pretty horny, though. How about you help me out with that, huh?"

He shoved her to her knees and jerked open his fly. Six inches of quickly stiffening male started bobbing in her face as the other men laughed and cheered.

"Come on, baby," Red told her. "Don't be shy. Slut like you, you've done this lots of times. Me and the boys are gonna test the merchandise before the boss gets here. And you better make us happy - real happy - or we might just have to keep you a while. Day shift could use a little fun too, doncha think, boys?"

She started to say something, but before she could he shoved the angry pink shaft into her mouth. Real smart¸ she thought. Never could keep it shut.

Red knew she wasn't going to cooperate. He started pumping himself into her mouth, getting off on her full red lips against his most sensitive skin. She tried to keep her tongue out of the way, but everything she did seemed to turn him on more. Someone was kneeling behind her, fumbling with the clasps that connected her bustier straps to her choker. Rough hands found her breasts, and she felt another erection pressing urgently against her hips.

Her whole world filled with burning humiliation. Red tasted like he hadn't washed in weeks. The stale sweaty smell of him made her want to gag. The callused hands groping her from behind squeezed and kneaded her breasts like they were water balloons he was trying to pop. And there were more of them, watching, cheering, waiting their turn.

"Can't get a good grip," Pipe Wrench muttered in her ear. He wanted to get his hands under her arms so he could fill his palms with her heavy breasts, but her arms were pinned too close to her sides. She had an idea.

Moaning was a little tricky with a mouthful of man, but she did the best she could. Her long flexible tongue and full luscious lips started caressing Red's prick, moving more and more eagerly every time Pipe Wrench got a handful of her.

"Keep doin' that," Red said. "Bitch likes it. Ohh, GOD! Boys, you gotta get a piece of this!"

Pipe Wrench started getting excited. Still got it! Just hope I can hold it until Red gets done. But he still wanted to get under her arms, to feel his forearms sandwiched between her ribs and those beautifully toned biceps. Now if I could just get a little more titty to work with -

He frantically started trying to loosen the chain - just an inch or so, just enough to get his hands under her arms and feel the sweet weight of her spectacular breasts in his hands.

Gotcha! Now she had enough leverage. She pulled her head back off of Red's prick and pushed her elbows out from her sides. The rusty links shattered, sending fragments flying like a spray of bullets in all directions. Red reached for his shotgun, but before he could touch it she had a fistful of his balls in a vise-tight grip.

She paused a second to look around as she tore off the net with her free hand. Red's men were lying on the floor in pools of blood; some groaning, some dead. She kicked Pipe Wrench's shredded body aside as Red stood on his toes, whimpering.

The Avenger turned back to look at her prisoner. Disgusting - even with his nuts half-crushed, he still can't stop staring at my chest.

"You're a sick little prick, you know that?" she said. Her fist crushed the bridge of his nose and he collapsed in a heap on the floor.

Before opening the container to release the girls, the Avenger paused a minute to fix her costume, tucking her sore breasts back into their cups. If Pipe Wrench had kept that up much longer, I'd have been compressed to a B cup, she thought to herself. Good thing I don't bruise easy.

"Don't get all prettied up just for me - I love you just the way you are," a low voice said behind her.

She spun to see a man in a long black coat behind her - a immaculate clone of Neo's costume in "The Matrix", right down to the sunglasses. He was thin and sallow, as if he really had grown up in a slime-filled pod. He grinned at her, and even behind his tinted lenses she could feel his eyes taking in every inch of her.

"You're no Keanu Reeves," she taunted.

"And you're no Lynda Carter," he shot back, taking out a chrome comb to get his hair just so. "Nice work taking out my men - I saw it all on my webcams. A little unorthodox, but I like it. Almost ruined my whole operation."

The Avenger set her fists on her hips. "Almost? You're done here, whoever you are."

He put the comb away with a smile that fell far short of enigmatic. "Call me Neopreen."

"How about I call you a lawyer? 'Cause you're about to need one."

"Call yourself an ambulance first," Neopreen said smugly. An enormous machine in the shape of a squid, glowing neon blue, shouldered out from under a stack of crates behind him.

Before the Avenger could do much more than gasp, one of its tentacles shot straight at her with blinding speed. It hit hard, like a freight train trying to plow through her solar plexus. Massive titanium claws locked around her waist as it shot her through the wall and plunged her into the ice-cold harbor.

The shock was brutal, forcing the remaining air from her lungs in a shocked gasp. She tried with all her strength to break free, but the massive claws holding her couldn't be budged. Just when she thought she couldn't endure another instant of the cold airless dark, the tentacle hauled her up and dropped her heavily to the warehouse floor.

Sputtering, she struggled to her feet - and another tentacle lashed out, grabbed her, and punched through the warehouse roof with her in its unbreakable grip. It shot higher and higher, telescoping to nearly a hundred feet. The Avenger, still disoriented from nearly drowning, felt her world spinning crazily. But she kept trying to break free, pushing at the claw with everything she had.

The claw sprang open. She plunged back down to the hard floor, cracking the concrete where she fell. A few feet behind her, Neopreen chuckled.

"Meet my Cybersquid," he said. "Twenty tons of hydraulics, telepathically controlled by yours truly. Armored against all conventional weapons, and completely hardened against EMP. It's inevitable, Amazon Avenger - it's going to kill you."

She couldn't muster the strength to reply, let alone get up and fight back.

"Of course, that seems like such a waste," Neopreen went on. "A figure like that - all natural, I hope? - well, it would be a shame to buy the tickets and not ride the ride."

"Don't you touch me," she hissed, leaning on one elbow to get her breath.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Neopreen said. "I've got something special in mind."

He signaled to the Cybersquid, and it's two longest arms moved toward her. The claws retracted, and two rubbery-looking transparent flaps took their place. The Avenger struggled too her feet, but she was too wobbly to run or fight back. The arms sandwiched her between the two strange flaps, leaving only her head, gloves and boots outside their grip. The flaps adhered together like suction cups and began extruding a warm goo all over her body as they clung tighter and tighter to her helpless body.

"You are about to be the first woman to experience the joys of true cybersex," Neopreen purred. "They are covering you in a substance I call transparagel. It can permeate anything, right down to the molecular level, and relay neural signals as if it were your own flesh. It also renders your costume invisible to the sensors in the flaps, which allows me to see you in all your glory. Right now it is seeping through your costume to cover every inch of your spectacular body."

He paused a moment to look her over, licking his thin lips. She felt the transparagel on her skin, smooth and viscous, slightly warmer than body temperature.

"The flaps, which you have noticed are molding themselves to your form, are transparent not only to light but to touch," he went on. "I'll demonstrate."

He put his hand on the flap where it clung between her legs. The Avenger shuddered, moaning - even through the gel and the pads, she could feel his hand on her, his fingers stroking her sensitive lips. He took it away, and a very vocal part of her wanted very much to beg him to put it back. The transparagel grew warmer and warmer, relaxing her.

"Two-way visual and tactile transparency," he said as he undressed. "Someday it will make a great condom. But there's a problem - a big problem, actually. The gel amplifies the sensations, as you've observed - so much so that it can overload your central nervous system. You would be no more than a pretty little vegetable."

Neopreen finished stripping, leaving on his sunglasses and long black coat. The Cybersquid lowered her to the floor on her back, adjusting its flaps to force her to arch her back, open her legs, and bend them at the knees.

"Now," Neopreen said, "I am going to fuck your brains out."

He wasted no time climbing on top of her and forcing himself inside her. The Avenger cried out. She was helpless - helpless to get free, helpless to fight wave after wave of unbelievable sensations as he ran his hands over her. She tried telling herself he wasn't touching her; those weren't his lips expertly sucking her nipples hard, those weren't his hands caressing her hips and thighs, that wasn't his prick she couldn't help clenching deep inside her. It didn't work.

The transparagel made every touch more intense. Her whole body tingled as Neopreen drove himself into her, harder and harder. Time slowed to a crawl as his hands pressed up her thighs, over her hips and her waist and onto her breasts. He seemed to spend hours savoring the feel of them in his hands, teasing her with his lips, teeth, and tongue.

He lifted her up to a sitting position, straddling him. His hands found her ass, squeezing and kneading as he ground her hips into him. Oh God, what a way to go! she thought.

Neopreen lowered her onto her back again and pulled out of her. "This isn't very interactive," he pouted, panting. "You can't tell me you're not getting off on this."

The Amazon struggled for breath. If I can keep him talking, maybe I can cool down enough to find a way out of this, she thought.

"Please," she begged. "Please don't stop."

Neopreen chuckled. "Beg for it."

"I want it. Please, please, I want more."

He leered cruelly. "More what?"

"Please. I want you touching me. I want your mouth on me. I want you inside me. Please, please, don't leave me like this. I need it - I need you to finish me."

His waning erection started growing again as the Amazon begged for him. "It's killing you," he reminded her.

She felt her arousal starting to ebb. Coherent thoughts began to form - the beginnings of a plan. "I don't care! Please, just touch me!!"

"This is more like it!" Neopreen said, raising his sunglasses onto his head. "Show me how you want it."

The thick rubbery pads had molded themselves to her like a second skin. As Neopreen had taken his pleasure of her helpless body, she could feel their grip loosen slightly, allowing her to move with him. Now she could test the limits of that freedom.

The Avenger grabbed her breast and brought it up to her mouth. As she sucked on her nipple, her other hand slid slowly down her belly. She slipped two fingers inside herself, twitching her hips and rubbing her thighs together. Neopreen eagerly watched her writhing as she pleasured herself.

Don't overdo it, she thought. Just enough to sell it - come on, you skinny jerkoff, anytime you want to jump in.

Neopreen pushed her knees apart, lifted her hands away from her body, and pinned her wrists over her head. "You've been great, baby," he said with a smirk. "But it's time for me to come, and you to go."

He lowered himself on top her and reinserted himself with a deep shuddering groan of pleasure.

Let's see if this stuff works both ways, she thought. She mustered all her strength and resolve, letting her rage and humiliation smother the overwhelming pleasure of every contact with Neopreen's pale skinny body.

She grabbed his face with superhuman speed. Her thumbs found the nerve bundles under his jaw as she drove her fingers into his eyeballs.

Neopreen screamed in blinding anguish. The transparagel magnified his agony, leaving no room in his mind for conscious thought. He tried reflexively to pull away, but the Amazon Avenger was far too strong. The Cybersquid toppled over, crippled without Neopreen's controlling input. The rubbery pads returned to their regular shape and size, freeing the Avenger as she tossed her attacker across the room.

Panting, it was all the Avenger could do to rise shakily to her knees. She wiped away as much of the transparagel as she could as she looked around the warehouse. Closing her eyes, she found her center, and drew on the strength of the Dark Opal to restore her.

She stood over Neopreen's unconscious body for a moment. A kidnapper. A white slaver. A rapist, nearly a murderer. A criminal mastermind. Almost invincible with his telepathically controlled Cybersquid. If she had to face him again, she couldn't count on playing the same card again - even if she wanted to.

She picked up the shotgun. Two barrels, both loaded. She blew Red's head off and turned to deal with Neopreen before the shot finished ringing in the rafters.

As she shoved the muzzle in Neopreen's mouth, his eyes fluttered open. She pulled the trigger before he could form a coherent thought.