The silence in the van was broken by one of our three armed escorts.

“Boss, check this out. It appears as though our little heroine is in heat. I think she’d hump my leg if I let her.”

Reaching over to her, he added, “Hey baby, how about I help you with that? Hahahahahaha!”

“Don’t lay a hand on her you moron!” Their leader who was now driving retorted, “The boss gave very specific instructions that she was not to be harmed until he saw her.”

“Hey, it’s true, she’s got a bod to die for. I admit it, I want to help her climb Mount Jimmy, but I’ll settle for a peak at her gold mine and maybe a boob job. What can in hurt? It’s obvious she’s can’t control herself. I’d actually be helping her with some pent up sexual frustration. Besides, we risked our lives for this slut’s capture and so far got nothin’ to show for it!”

“Pissing off the Warlord is not a way to prolong your life. You do, however, have a point about all the wriggling she’s doin’. All right, have some fun, but NO penetration. You got me?”

“Sure, sure. You got it. No penetration.”

With that, the two armed guards watching us holstered their weapons and made their way to the helpless former superheroine now clad only in her spandex tights.

Star Warrior raised her chained arms over her head almost as if she wanted to remove any obstruction between her assailants and her most precious body parts. Showing what I would call a complete lack of imagination and even less respect for foreplay, the first guard went directly for Star Warriors crotch. Slowly, he rubbed her over her spandex tights. She responded almost immediately. Grinding her hips into his grubby hand, it was almost as if you could see her pain and torment turn to sexual excitement. Working hard to keep up with his hand, Star Warrior began to perspire. Her magnificent body glistened once again as beads of sweat touched her lightly freckled skin. Faster and faster the duet in front of me was conducted. Mesmerized by the spectacle in front of them, our captors all feel silent. In fact, the only sound that could be heard other than the van engine itself was the soft, sultry moans of the captive heroine. Her breasts rose faster and faster as her breathing became more and more labored. At the same time, her moans became louder and louder.

“Ugggg….yyyyesss…ppplease…don’t stop….yessss…ugggggghhhh…oh….god…..never felt this….oh my god!”

Obviously enjoying his newfound power over the once mighty heroine, the guard continued his sexual assault until it appeared Star Warrior was going to explode. At just the moment she was ready to release a blood curdling scream and equally powerful orgasm, the second guard pushed the first out of the way.

“Hey, you can’t have her all for yourself. I want a taste too!”

With that the first guard stopped.

“No! Please. Don’t stop. You can’t. Please!” Star Warrior pleaded. It was obvious now. She was in true sexual pain. Additionally, it appeared that Star Warrior had never experienced such sexual feelings. Not only was this uncharted territory for her, but whatever that lacitite crap was, her hormones were obviously out of control.”

“Check that out” the first guard responded. “She does want it. So, miss high and mighty is a super slut. Wait until the world hears about this. Won’t quite be the same for you once everyone finds out you’re not so pure and innocent after all.”

These words stung Star Warrior more than any needle. The shame was written all over her masked face. And yet, she still couldn’t stop.

Unzipping his pants and pulling out his member, the second guard mounted her just below her breasts. Grabbing hold of the source of her super powers, he began to rub his manhood between the cleavage he was creating. Star Warrior arched her back, to close the non-existent gap between her breasts and the guard. He carefully and softly guided his member back and forth through the pleasure valley that now existed between Star Warriors spectacular chest. The pleasure the guard felt increased with each stroke as he felt the heroine’s soft skin and the power contained within her mammaries.

Not wanting to miss a beat, the first guard returned to Star Warrior’s womanhood. This time, however, he reached into her tights to touch the area he had earlier referred to as her “gold mine.”

The assault on her virtue continued with Star Warrior becoming louder and louder, while breathing heavier and heavier until one final sexual explosion…

“Yes, yes….oh….yes…AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The orgasm not only rocked the superheroine, it obvious had an effect on the two guards. The first had to use all the strength he could muster to pull his hands from between the heroine’s thighs. The second guard was so startled that he shot his seed all over her breasts.

“Oh Shit!” He yelped.

“What?” The driver tersely inquired.

“Shit, oh shit! Warlord is going to kill me.”

“What the hell did you do? What’s going on back there?” The driver/leader inquired.

Not missing a chance to dime out his partner in the sexual crime, the first guard responded, “Dumbass just ejaculated all over the Warlord’s prize possession.”

“Oh.” The driver shot back. “Is that all? Shit, knowing you two boneheads, I thought you’d done something really wrong. Don’t sweat it. Your semen can’t hurt her. Just keep your damn hands and the heads you think with away from her from now on. Okay?”

The words of mixed reassurance didn’t do much good. Both guards pulled away from the princess of power and resumed the positions they were manning prior to their little foray into the violation of my would-be savior.

With her chest covered in semen and still weakened by the affects of the lacitite, Star Warrior slowly picked herself up and inched her way towards me. The humiliation of her sexual display was heightened by the looks of scorn both guards gave her as they did their best to keep their distance. Whoever this Warlord guy was, he inspired enough fear into the hearts of the men transporting us that they were now afraid of the sexual power Star Warrior could no longer control. She may well have been the hottest bod they’ve ever laid hands and eyes on, but there was no way they were going to risk the wrath of the mysterious boss we’d heard so much about and not yet met.

Finally finding her way back to me, she softly inquired about my well being.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m…I’m….fine” I managed to explain.

The pain in my ribs was excruciating. The weird thing was that until she asked, I had forgotten about my own physical problems. I was too enthralled with what was happening to her to worry about myself.

Coughing, I returned with, “The question is, are YOU okay?”

Rubbing her chained hands through the semen on her magnificent breasts, she lowered her head in shame and responded, “I’m fine. Much better shape than you. I’m so sorry. I guess I’m not much of a superheroine after all.”

Before I could say anything to reassure her she continued, “I’ve allowed these creeps to strip my powers, I’m helpless to do anything to protect myself let alone you, and, and,” beginning to tear up she looked at her semen soaked hands and breasts and finished, “and I have so little control over my own fuckin’ hormones that I look and act like a cheap Las Vegas whore.”

Realizing Star Warrior’s confidence was shattered, I feebly tried to reassure her, “Look, you were great. If it weren’t for you, I’d probably be dead now. Besides, I get the direct impression you had no idea what lacitate was let alone that it actually existed.”

Mustering all her strength to continue the conversation, “Are you kidding me? Before tonight I’d never heard of it. I thought I was invulnerable. I mean, I’ve seen what kryptonite does to Supergirl and Superman, and I was so thankful that I had no such weakness. I guess it made me too cocky. Well, anyway, it’s all over now.”

“What the hell do you mean it’s all over” I inquired. “You’re down but you’re sure not out.”

“You heard them. These bastards know more about my powers than I do and you heard what they said about this Warlord guy wanting to strip them from me forever. It’s over. It’s fucking over, okay? In some bullshit period of time, we’re going to arrive at our destination, my powers are going to be stripped from me and my days as a superheroine are over. No more flying, no more super strength, no more invulnerability, no more Star Warrior. It’s back to just being plain old ordinary Shannon Alexander.”

The words hadn’t left her mouth when we both realized what had just happened. In a moment of despair, she had committed a superheroine mortal sin. In fact, she committed THE superheroine mortal sin. Without thinking she had blown her secret identity. Given my status with The Times, spreading the word about her precious secret would not only be easy, it would net me a boat load of cash. That is provided we get out of this mess and provided I was so inclined to ruin the one person who had risked everything to save me.

The name of her alter ego hung in the air like a cloud of fog as we both tried to figure out what to say next. Fortunately, our guards were so occupied with keeping their hands to themselves, they hadn’t heard my new found friend’s verbal faux paus.

Cradling my ribs, I sat up to look her straight in the eye. Purposely using her superheroine moniker I lit into her, “Look Star Warrior, I don’t give a rat’s ass who you really are (editor’s note: Okay, I was curious, but stay with me, I was trying to give a motivational speech). You’ve done more for this city in six months than most do in a lifetime. I’m not going to ruin that so I can make a few bucks and destroy you in the process. When you get us out of this, and you WILL get us out of this, I promise you, your secret will be safe with me.”

Still looking at the floor of the van, she meekly responded, “Thank you, but….”

Before she could finish, I cut her off, “I’m not finished. This feeling sorry for yourself shit has got to stop. So the chips are down. Big fuckin’ deal. It’s not like your just some ordinary person. You’re a superheroine for criminy sakes. Look, this is how I see it. Without you I’m a dead man and to be honest that scares the hell out of me. They may have taken your powers, but they haven’t taken your mind. So please, I beg you, quit sulking and find a way out of this.”

There was a brief silence between us while the words I’d spoken sunk in. Star Warrior was the first to break it, “You’re right. I picked a hell of a time to give up. I’m sorry. I will muster every ounce of specialness I have left to make these bastards pay for what they’ve done.”

Unfortunately, unlike the first part of our conversation, the guards were now intently listening.

The first guard cut in “Awwww, the geek and the powerless slut are plotting a comeback. How cute.”

Not to be left out his partner added, “Oh, I’m soooo scared. He’s battered into a bloody heap and she’s too weak to lift her arms. Let me get this right, we’re going up against a busted up wimp and a powerless, paralyzed super slut. Gee, I hope they don’t hurt us!!!”

The van filled with laughter as our guards enjoyed their own attempt at humor.

“Would you two shut up!” The driver demanded. “We’re here. It’s time for miss high and mighty to meet her new master and mistress!”