The Red Goddess, Chapter 2: Trial Run

Heather woke the next morning and dressed for her daily run; black Lycra sports bra and matching running shorts, running shoes, and a broken-in baseball cap to tuck her hair through. Glancing at her barely-there superheroine costume lying on the floor, she slipped out the door and headed for the hills.

Every day, rain or shine, Heather ran five miles. It kept her in shape, and gave her a chance to get her thoughts together. I probably don't need this any more, now that I'm the Red Goddess, she thought, but I like it.

Today she headed for the trail though Bricker's Woods, a particularly hilly stretch of woods a mile and a half from her apartment. This time of year there wouldn't be any campers, so she could have some quality alone time.

She wanted to understand what had happened to her last night. Nobel laureate Sasha Severine chose Heather for her new assistant. A lab accident had covered Heather in radioactive alien slime. When she woke up, five men tortured and gang-raped her - until she realized a power beyond belief, killing them all. Gloved hands emerged from a bed to caress her, healing her wounds. And Dr. Severine gave her a vest of fine gold chains, red satin panties, and matching opera gloves, and told her she was the Red Goddess.

It was a lot to take in.

She usually stopped at a particular hilltop clearing to catch a quick break. As she expected, the clearing was empty - she had the woods to herself. She gulped down some water and enjoyed the cool air on her bare skin.

An engine revved behind her. She spun. Six men on four-wheelers emerged from the woods in a semicircle. They all wore camouflage fatigues and dark-visored helmets.

No problem, she thought. I'm the Red Goddess!

"You boys looking for trouble?" she said, fists on her hips.

They leveled six paintball guns at her and opened fire. The barrage knocked her off her feet, and she covered her face with her hands as they pelted her. They kept up the barrage as they dismounted and rushed her.

My turn now, Heather thought.

As soon as the first one came in reach, she lashed out with her heel aimed straight through his gut. He caught her ankle and twisted, forcing Heather onto her back. They piled on quickly, one man to each limb and one to immobilize her head and shove a wad of filthy rags in her mouth. Heather struggled helplessly as they locked a remote-activated shock collar around her neck.

Where are my powers? she wondered. Oh wait, I need my sexual energy to charge them up. Looks like that won't be a problem for long.

They cut off her clothes and tossed them aside, and one man positioned himself between her legs. He paused for a moment and reached for her breasts. But before he could touch her, the man holding her head stood up and kicked him back.

"Follow the protocols," he barked. The other man dusted himself off and took a large silvery adhesive patch out of his fanny pack. He knelt between her legs again. He tore off the backing and slapped the patch over her pussy, completely covering it. Immediately a disturbing coolness started seeping into her from the patch. She felt the minty tingle spread slowly from her labia.

They let her up, and she sprinted out of the clearing into the woods. Behind her she heard them start up their ATV's and tear off in pursuit. She spit out the gag and started screaming for help.

Heather looked for the roughest terrain, hoping they wouldn't be able to follow. A steep-sloped ravine ahead, bridged by a fallen log - perfect. Jumping a half-buried boulder, she dashed out onto the log as quickly as she could. The ATV's screeched to a halt behind her.

Powerful electric current surged through her body. Her legs gave out under her as she convulsed. Collapsing, her stomach hit the log hard. She nearly slid off into the ravine before they switched the collar off. She caught the stub of a branch just in time, but couldn't pull herself back up and dropped into an icy stream.

She ran downstream. Town was downstream, in the valley. Town meant people, and police, and help. Above her the ATV's tore noisily through the woods. Paintballs zipped down, stinging her now unprotected skin and splattering her with dripping colors that dried in stiff crusts. The coolness in her crotch spread to her abdomen and thighs, making her feel weak and faintly nauseous.

Heather stumbled on a slippery rock, pitching forward onto all fours. Another jolt from the collar slapped her hard, dropping her into the streambed. Convulsions tore screams from her as the current rolled her downstream and the bed dropped from under her. She went under. Icy water rushed into her mouth, but she couldn't struggle to the surface while the electricity robbed her of muscle control.

They shut it off. Heather breached the surface, gasping and coughing. She forced herself to the shallow water near the edge. Her arms and legs felt cold and leaden. She dropped to her knees on the smooth stones, ignoring the hail of paintballs as she fought for air.

Heather looked downstream at the mouth of the ravine. Two of them were there waiting for her, only a few yards ahead. The ravine walls were too steep to climb even if she had the strength. She was trapped.

She looked around for a weapon. A thick branch still attached to a fresh-fallen tree. Forcing herself to her feet, she stumbled to the log and tried to break off the branch as the two men roared up on their ATV's. Heather sobbed with terror and frustration as she struggled to snap the thick wood. It was no use. Something in the patch was weakening her.

She reached down between her legs to tear it off. But before she could get a grip, two of her attackers swept her up in a net stretched between them. They got off their four-wheelers long enough to tie the net close around her while she endured another dose from the shock collar.

They remounted quickly and tore off through the woods, dragging her through icy water, clammy mud, and thorny brush. The shock collar jolted her every few seconds as she bounced over miles of rocks and roots. All the while they pelted her with paintballs until every inch of her cold weakened body was covered in colors.

Heather slid to a stop in a clearing. Thick red dust merged with water and paint to form an ugly paste covering most of her body. Her attackers circled round and opened the net with no resistance from their captive. Through the haze of pain and confusion, she held the twisted hope that they'd humiliated her enough and would now start enjoying her body. Every touch, every kiss, every inch of throbbing cock pumped into her would make her that much stronger. And then the tables would turn.

She was wrong. They tied her wrists over her head, looped a rope through her bonds, and threw the rope over a thick branch. They hauled her up onto her toes and let her hang there, twisting in the cool morning breeze. One of them hooked up a pressure washer to a portable generator, switched both on, and started spraying her.

The hard stream pushed her around as it sprayed her clean. Heather could hear their muffled whoops and laughter as she dangled there. They seemed to especially enjoy making her breasts jiggle in the powerful jet. They only stopped after exposing every inch of her to the vicious spray.

The leader took off his helmet to study her appraisingly. He had hard eyes, a cruel mouth, and a strong jaw marked by an angry-looking scar. When the other men took off their helmets, Heather saw they all had military haircuts.

"You like what you see?" she gasped.

"Not bad," the leader admitted. He turned her around and inspected her closely.

"Hell, she's fuckin' hot," one of the men said.

"I say we get ourselves a piece of that," another laughed.

"No," the leader snapped. "We have a mission. Follow our orders, stick to the protocols. Let's grease her up."

He unsnapped the shock collar and replaced it with a strange electronic device on a thick leather band. Pressing a button on his belt, he stepped back. Two of the men stepped up with rough towels and dried her off, careful to keep even their rough work gloves from touching her. When she was dry, two more men stepped up with squirtbottles full of what looked like baby oil and started spraying them all over her. Each man used his entire bottle on her, leaving her gleaming, drenched, and dripping from top to bottom.

"What say now, sweet cheeks?" the leader asked Heather, grinning wickedly.

She tried to answer, but no words came out. The men laughed.

"Cat got your tongue, baby? Electronic voice-box suppressor," he said. "You'll see why in a minute."

"Look, skipper, we all know she don't walk away after Cousin It gets here," one of the men said, eyeing her hungrily. "And that is a damn fine woman goin' to waste. Why not we each give her a little goodbye present and we all go home happy, no one the wiser?"

"Those aren't the orders," the leader snapped again. "There's not nearly enough tranqs in the world, not for this time of year. So cut the crap and follow protocol."

The men muttered, but they put their helmets back on and cut Heather down. The strange numbness had spread throughout her body, leaving her limp and passive as they strapped her behind the leader and rode deeper into the woods.

They soon arrived at a large sandstone outcropping in a brightly lit clearing. Taking her from the back of the four-wheeler, they spread her ankles wide and locked them in thick manacles on heavy chains driven deep into the rock. Bending her over a thick log planed smooth like an animal presenting herself for mating, they tied her arms to the log. The leader inspected her bonds, assured himself of her total helplessness, and stood in front of her with his arms crossed.

"Here's how this works, princess," he said. "We've covered you in a thick coat of Aphrodisiex. Heard of it? Surprised if you did. New stuff - looks like oil, but heat turns it into an A-number-one aphrodisiac. A few minutes out here in the sun and it'll make you so horny you can't stand it. You'll be begging for it every which way. But Aphrodisiex dampens the sex receptors in your brain. You still feel it a little, just enough to crave more, but you never climax. So you can't get your rocks off, and you'll never be able to get enough. You could have a line of studs a mile long put it to you all night and you'd barely feel it. You'll just keep begging for it like a nasty little back alley slut. How you like it so far?"

"Don't," Heather said. "Please."

"Too late, princess," he sneered. "The sun's doing it's thing already. Once we take that patch off your snatch you're done for. But we got an extra-special surprise for you. We mixed in a little somethin' to give it some scent. We got a special friend out there in the deep woods who hasn't had any in a while. A long while. Once he gets a whiff of you he's gonna want to be your very special friend. And just to make it more fun for him, we've set up that vocal suppressor to turn your voice into something he'll enjoy. So when he meets you you can say hello right and proper - and beg him for a long hard fuck."

"Why are you doing this?" Heather sobbed.

"Orders," he said. "That simple. Cousin It comes out and fucks you nine ways from Sunday - like I said, he hasn't so much as seen tail in years, so he's got a lot of lovin' saved up for you. Aphrodisiex makes sure you don't get off on it, but you beg for more just the same. All that energy builds up and up and up, and without even one climax to turn it loose you never get your powers back. You get the Red Goddess fucked right out of you."

Heather started to plead with him, but he flipped a switch on the suppressor and her voice came out a low animal whine.

"Did I mention the stuff in this patch gives your partner the stamina of a fucking machine? Enjoy your weekend, princess," the leader laughed.

He stepped around behind her, ripped off the patch, and left with his men. She was naked, alone, and bound for the pleasure of some unspeakable thing. And she was going to beg for every foul degradation it could visit on her helpless body.

The sun warmed her skin. Her numbness faded, and a new sensation replaced it; a feeling of heat, of lust building slowly and uncontrollably in every inch of her helpless body. She tried to fight it, but it grew quickly as the sun warmed her naked flesh. An unbearable ache filled her. She tried to cry out for help, but the suppressor turned everything she said into animal cries - like a cat yowling in heat, but louder and lower.

Heavy footsteps in the woods behind her, and the rustling of underbrush parting for something very large. She struggled in her bonds, completely immobilized. She started screaming - more maddening yowls, louder and more insistent. It came closer, only a few yards back from the edge of the clearing now, and started circling her from the shadows.

A shot rang out - an anguished roar filled her ears with pain and her mind with terror, and it crashed through the woods, fleeing in panic. Human footsteps behind her, and a hand reached up to shut off the suppressor before sliding down her spine. Heather shuddered with pleasure and relief.

"Orders or no orders, you're too fine to waste. Soon as I saw that pussy I wanted in," her rescuer said, stroking her hips. "Skipper should've let us have a little fun. Fuck protocols, bitch, I want you."

He unzipped and started rubbing the tip of his cock around her already wet pussy. "Ohh, yes," he said. "This is gonna be sweet."

"Pleeease," Heather begged. "Put it in me. Put your cock in me. Pump me hard."

"You're a slut. Say it!"

"I'm a slut," she agreed eagerly. "I'm a total slut. I'm your total slut."

"Bitch. Whose bitch are you?"

"I'm your bitch," she said. "I'm your bitch. Fill me up. I want you inside me. I want you deep inside me. Take me! Fuck me hard!"

He shoved himself all the way in with a single brutal thrust. Pumping madly, he grabbed her hips for leverage and tried to drive his cock all the way up and out the top of her head. His rough gloves were harsh on her soft skin, but she wanted more and more. He grabbed a fistful of hair and jerked her head back, forcing her to arch her back as much as she could while still tied to the log. He came quickly in short hard spurts, long before any woman could have climaxed.

"Give me more," she begged him. "Please, please, I want more!"

"Call me master," he ordered, panting behind her.

"Master," she said. "Please, master, please!"

He fumbled clumsily with the bonds on her arms until he freed her. She sagged to the ground, still begging for his touch. Then he unlocked the chains on her ankles and tossed away the suppressor collar. She now lay completely naked, gleaming with oil and sprawled out begging at his feet as she touched herself.

"You're my fuck toy," he told her, eagerly dropping his pants. "And now you're gonna do me right."

"Ohhh, yes, master," Heather moaned. "I want to be your fuck toy. Make me your fuck toy, master! Fill me with your cum!"

He threw himself on her with an animal growl. Heather wrapped her long legs around his waist as he buried his face in her spectacular breasts. He teased her stiffened nipples with his teeth and tongue, squeezing and caressing the heavy silken mounds with his gloved hands.

"Oh fuck this," he said angrily, throwing away his gloves to grab a double handful of Heather. He sat up, pulling her up to straddle his lap as he squeezed her ass and sucked on her breasts. He moaned as his hands found her flawless skin, soft and firm and glistening with oil in the sun.

He lay her back down in the grass, kneeling between her legs as he ran his hands over her. He smoothed the flat silky expanse of her stomach, biting her hipbones and exploring her navel with his lips and tongue. He traced her clavicle with his fingertips and light teasing bites. Again and again he returned to her magnificent breasts, squeezing and stroking them as she begged him for more.

When he entered her for the second time, Heather felt it. Not the vague unsatisfying sensation she had the first time he'd taken her - she really felt it. The Aphrodisiex was wearing off. Something about the touch of his skin was countering the cruel drugs in her system. Now she knew what to do.

Heather took him in as deep as she could. Her body clenched around him, wringing a very satisfied moan from his lips as he tried to inhale her breast. She wrapped her legs tight around him, rubbing his hips and waist with the soft skin and firm flesh of her inner thighs. She dragged her nails down his back and kept begging him for more and more and more - all the while wanting less and less.

Heather felt him shudder an instant before his cum exploded inside her. He kept pumping frantically. Her body milked him of every drop of cum - and then it was her turn. A shattering climax sent her over the edge into a place of wild nameless colors and exploding stars - and the power of the Red Goddess filled her again.

Heather threw him off with a scream of rage and he flew thirty feet. He recovered quickly, scrambling for his gun, but his pants were around his ankles and he couldn't walk. She pounced with the speed and precision of a jungle cat, sinking her fingers into his throat and tearing his head off with a savage cry.

Then it was time to find the others. She saw them in her mind - a few miles away now, putting their four-wheelers on truck beds and trailers.

Moving with inhuman speed, Heather reached them in seconds.

"Holy shit!" one of them shouted. "It's her!"

"You're dead," she snarled.

A single thought blew his head to bits as the others scrambled for weapons. One of them tried to grab her - she tore off his arm and put her fist through his face. She caught another fleeing and impaled him on a broken tree branch. A paintball flew past her - she spun around, took the gun, and jammed it up through his gut into his heart.

"Not so fast, princess," the leader leered. "Not done with you yet."

She saw the pepper spray in his hand. Time slowed, almost stopped. Before he could trigger it, she took the shock collar from his pocket and jerked it tight around his balls. As time sped back up, she switched the collar on, smashed the controller, and left him screaming in hideous agony with the bodies of his friends.

Now Heather knew why the Red Goddess was red.

It was a lot to take in.