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“This is sick,” muttered Battle Lass as she watched the video.

“The worst part is,” responded WBND Anchorwoman Nora Connor, “there’s several more hours’ worth of video we haven’t even watched yet.”

On the video screen was Monica Eberhardt, a top supermodel. She had been stripped naked, her arms bound overhead and her ankles tied up near her waist. She was perched atop a large wedge, its point digging into her crotch. A Hawaiian man in a long, dark-colored robe was adding weights to her legs, increasing the pressure on her pussy, while an evil-looking woman in a tight, corseted dress was whipping her torso with a bamboo cane. Monica was screaming for mercy, but each plea was met with another lash from the woman.

The man stepped toward the camera and gestured toward the tortured starlet. “I am Makaweli Kalapoku,” he boomed. “As you can see, Monica Eberhardt is in great pain. I have nine more of the world’s top supermodels in captivity as well, and you can rest assured their fates will be similar. I have the following demands: First, this island will no longer be a part of the United States, and will instead become its own sovereign nation with me as its ruler. Secondly, a sum of fifty million dollars will be deposited in my private offshore account. Finally, the U.S. Government will not take any action against me. Full compliance with these terms will lead to the release of the women. Any other action will result in their slow torture and eventual deaths, video of which will be sent to every major media outlet in the world. You have twenty-four hours.”

Nora turned off the video. “The next few hours consist mostly of similar torture sequences.”

Battle Lass turned to General Donovan, who had called her to this meeting. “So what exactly happened, and who is this guy?” she asked.

“Makaweli Kalapoku is a major crime lord operating from a small island just off of Oahu. He is heavily involved in the white slave trade, as well as drug and arms dealing. We haven’t been able to bust this guy due to either lack of sufficient evidence or disappearing key witnesses. As for what happened, Sports Monthly was shooting their annual swimsuit edition nearby, when they were overtaken by several helicopters loaded with armed men. The soldiers abducted the models, and left most of the crew for dead. We suspect the models were taken back to Makaweli’s compound, and in the time it took for the survivors to contact the authorities, the video you just watched was created.”

“So what’s the plan?” asked Battle Lass.

“We want to give you eighteen hours to infiltrate the compound and free the hostages. Once liberated, the military will launch a full-on assault, taking Makaweli dead or alive. If you are unable to do so, we’re going to send in a team of SEALs and Special Forces to try and accomplish the same task, but the latter will most likely result in the deaths of at least a few of the models. I don’t like it, either, but the current policy is not to negotiate with terrorists, so we’re counting on you to make the rescue.”

Battle Lass nodded, “I understand, General. What kind of odds am I up against?”

The general sighed. “That, unfortunately, is something we can’t provide exact details on. The witnesses said there were at least ten soldiers involved in the abduction, plus the two pilots. From the video, we know that Makaweli and the as-yet-unidentified woman are added to the mix. However, Makaweli’s compound is apparently lined with some kind of electromagnetic jammer, so we haven’t been able to fully assess his threat potential. Keep in mind that Makaweli is a weapons dealer, so expect his troops to be armed to the teeth.”

“In other words, the usual,” Battle Lass groaned.

So far, so good, Battle Lass said to herself as she knocked the last of the exterior guards unconscious. She then located a rear entrance, and used one of the guards’ keycards to enter without raising any alarms.

Looking for a staircase, Battle Lass stepped into a large living room, at which point she jumped upon seeing Makaweli standing there with a drink in his hand as if he’d been expecting her.

“Battle Lass? I’m surprised the U.S. Government thinks so highly of me,” Makaweli grinned. “I was expecting a weaker opponent.”

Battle Lass stared at him, not sure how to handle the situation.

Makaweli continued, “I suppose I should confess that this entire building is wired with all sorts of sensors and cameras. We knew you were here almost immediately after you knocked out the second guard.”

“Then you realize, I’m here to take you down,” Battle Lass responded.

“That’s why you’re here,” frowned Makaweli, “but the reality of the situation is that you’ll just be another hostage.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Battle Lass saw the woman from the video enter the room. She turned slightly so she could watch both her and Makaweli.

Makaweli gestured towards the woman, “Ah! Battle Lass, let me introduce you to Madame Hex. In addition to being one of the most talented interrogators on this side of the globe, she’s quite the sorceress as well.”

“Sorceress?” Battle Lass uttered, raising her guard.

“Quite so,” smiled Makaweli evilly.

“Ithogua shaqua cthagon!” shouted Madame Hex.

Battle Lass felt a burning sensation on her forehead. Suddenly, two mercenaries burst into the room and grabbed her. Battle Lass attempted to fling them off of her, but they didn’t budge — something had sapped her strength.

“What have you done to me?” Battle Lass gasped.

“The Sigil of Shantak reduces any foe, no matter how powerful, to that of a mere mortal,” stated Madame Hex, “and cannot be removed by anyone other than the spell caster who invoked it.”

“Good work, Madame Hex,” applauded Makaweli walking over to Battle Lass. “Now we get to have some real fun with you. Take her downstairs, strip her, and put her in Position #146.”

The mercenaries drug Battle Lass down a long flight of stairs, where several more men met them. Her costume was torn off her, then she was collared, her wrists and ankles manacled, and a large ballgag forced into her mouth. She was then led over to a large rectangular frame, where her wrists were chained to each of the corners, then her legs pulled up and stretched to the side, splaying open her pussy for all to see. A rope tied around her waist was secured to a ring in the floor, pulling her arms and torso tight so she could barely move at all.

Makaweli walked up to her pushing an insidious-looking device consisting of a motor, a large flywheel, and a long rod, to which was attached a huge dildo that made Ron Jeremy look small by comparison. Making some adjustments, he muttered, “I think an eight-inch stroke should do for starters.” He then squeezed some lubricant on the dildo and positioned the head just inside Battle Lass’s labia.

Battle Lass’s muffled screams filled the room as Makaweli powered the machine on. As the wheel turned, the dildo forced its way in and out of her cunt at one stroke per second.

Laughing, Makaweli gloated, “Once you get good and wet, we’ll gradually increase the RPMs, and maybe the depth.”

Battle Lass lurched frantically, but her taut bondage wouldn’t permit her escaping the machine’s unrelenting plunging action.

“Get the cameras,” ordered Makaweli. “I want to send the government some footage of their pathetic first attempt.”

Makaweli’s men got several minutes of footage of Battle Lass’s predicament, and Makaweli made a taunting speech to the government. Once finished, he walked over behind Battle Lass, and began playing with her breasts. After a few moments he removed her gag, and said, “Maybe now your government will give in to my demands.”

Gasping, Battle Lass responded, “Not a… unh… chance… nggg… I was just the… unh… first wave of offense. gasp… They’re going to send in… nggg… a full strike force next.”

Incensed, Makaweli roughly strapped her gag back into place, and doubled the machine’s RPMs. Taking just a moment to savor Battle Lass’s screams, he shouted towards two of his men, “Let her take that for another half-hour, then drag her outside and shoot her — and make sure she’s dead!”

“What’s wrong?” asked Madame Hex, noticing the sour expression on Makaweli’s face.

Makaweli sighed. “It seems the government would rather see us taken down than preserve the lives of a few brainless entertainers. Not that I blame them, I suppose. We probably should’ve kidnapped some senators instead.”

Makaweli pressed a button on his desk, and several of his mercenaries entered the room.

“Gentlemen, we’re going to have to evacuate the stronghold. Roberts, make sure my yacht is ready to leave within the hour. Johnson, go down to the dungeon and prepare Keisha Mcauley and Jillian Bruckner for transport and take them to the yacht…”

“Ah, human shields,” interrupted Madame Hex.

“Urm… yes… I suppose they’ll serve that purpose as well,” replied Makaweli. “Taylor and Barnes, you…”

“Wait just a minute!” yelled Madame Hex. “I’ve stood by you all these years and helped you get where you are today! Now you’re just bundling up two underweight whores to bang whenever you feel like it? I won’t stand for it!”

“I won’t expect you to,” replied Makaweli, nodding to Taylor and Barnes.

“Oh, we’ll see how your little sluts like you with your dick shriveled into a raisin!” continued Madame Hex, not noticing the two men moving in behind her. “M’elsoth gnophke dag… Mmmmmph!”

Barnes clamped his hand over Madame Hex’s mouth, while he and Taylor held her arms.

“It’s a shame things aren’t going to work out between us,” mused Makaweli, as he approached Madame Hex dangling a pump gag from his left hand. “I think we should see other people. In your case, however, it’ll be your Maker.”

Barnes pulled Madame Hex’s jaw open, while Makaweli inserted the gag and started inflating it. When her jaw was stretched to the point tears began welling in her eyes, Makaweli locked the seal and removed the hose.

“Strip her down and stake her out on the northern beach. If the wildlife doesn’t kill her, it’ll be high tide in about twelve hours.”

Madame Hex struggled frantically, cursing incoherently through the gag, as the men roughly dragged her out the door.

Makaweli sighed. “Ah well, she would’ve probably betrayed me down the road anyway.”

Battle Lass fell into a trembling heap as the two men released her from the frame. Each man grabbed one of her arms and began dragging her towards the doorway. Then one stopped.

“Hey, Frank,” he said, “you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”

“What’s that?” the other asked.

“Way I figure it, you and me ain’t gonna have another chance in this lifetime to bone a real-life superhero.”

“Dunno, Jerry,” Frank shook his head. “Makaweli told us to just take her out and whack her. You know how he gets when we don’t follow orders.”

“Oh, come on,” Jerry argued, “then let me just fuck her mouth. Hell, I ain’t gotten laid in months. It’ll only take a few minutes. Besides, she’s so out of it, it’s not like she’ll do anything.”

“All right, but be quick about it,” replied Frank, grabbing hold of Battle Lass’s head and jaw, forcing her mouth open.

Jerry quickly unzipped his fly and pulled out his already-stiffening dick. He barely got it to her lips when Battle Lass fired her fist upwards and caught Jerry right in the huevos. At the same time, she jabbed the point of her elbow into the same spot on Frank. Despite only having normal strength, she still knew how to fight, and both men dropped from the blows.

Frank was still conscious, but Battle Lass quickly grabbed his pistol and knocked him out with the butt end. She wanted to steal some clothes, but knew the strike force was probably already getting into position outside. If she wanted to rescue the models, she had to move fast.

Carefully, she ducked around a corner, and saw the cell where the models were being held. Two of Makaweli’s men had one of the models and were strapping her into a straitjacket. Although she disliked using guns, she had been trained in marksmenship and didn’t have her powers to rely on. Waiting for her opportunity, she quickly shot both men.

She ran up to the bodies, and quickly found the key to the models’ cell. She unlocked the door, and undid the straps on the straitjacket.

“Come on, girls,” she ordered, “we’ve got to get out of here fast!”

General Donovan scanned the area through the binoculars. The units were in position, awaiting his order to strike. His stomach churned as he picked up the radio. He had hoped Battle Lass would have succeeded in freeing the hostages, but they hadn’t heard from her since the drop-off, so he could only assume the worst.

Suddenly, he saw a door burst open, and eleven naked women came running out. “Colonel Davies, give those women some cover! Once they’re clear, begin the assault!”

A group of soldiers ran towards the women, falling in behind them, and firing on the few mercenaries who were chasing them. Once the girls were behind the perimeter, Donovan gave the order, and the air was filled with the sound of gunfire.

“Battle Lass, what the hell happened to you?” Donovan asked, approaching the group.

Battle Lass shook her head, “Long story. Hey, did you…” She paused for a moment. “My face is up here, general… ”

Startled, Donovan cleared his throat. “Sorry,” he apologized.

“The ‘unidentified female’ — she needs to be taken alive,” Battle Lass continued.

“That’s who that is!” replied Donovan. “There’s a woman tied up on the northern beach. We spotted her from a helicopter, but we weren’t sure who it was.”

Without blinking, Battle Lass took off across the battlefield.

“Wait!” shouted Donovan, “We haven’t cleared the area yet!”

Battle Lass ducked around various rocks and foliage, making her way to the beach. Makaweli had apparently double-crossed Madame Hex, meaning Hex might be more open to restoring her powers.

Finally arriving at the beach, she saw Madam Hex spread-eagled between four stakes. Battle Lass ran up to her side and kneeled down. “If I let you go, will you restore my powers?” she asked.

Madame Hex nodded furiously.

Battle Lass began untying Hex’s wrist when she was struck from behind. Dazed and barely conscious, she looked up and managed to identify Makaweli through the haze.

Makaweli rolled Battle Lass on her stomach and bound her wrists together behind her back. Pulling Battle Lass to her feet, he began dragging her up a steep incline.

Once they reached the top of the cliff, Makaweli tied Battle Lass’s ankles together, stood her on the edge, and pulled out his pistol. Leveling it at her, he snarled, “You’ve ruined everything! I’m going to kill you and watch the sharks eat your remains!”

Battle Lass closed her eyes in fear. She was still powerless and further weakened from the blow to her head. At this point, there was nothing she could do to save herself.

Suddenly, she heard someone shout, “Hanom’el gughothhali yughannyog!”

Battle Lass cracked open her eyes and saw Makaweli’s face contorting in agony. His hair started turning white and furrowed wrinkles formed in his skin. Barely having time to scream, the skin fell off his bones, which collapsed into a pile of dust.

Madame Hex stood there, a satisfied look on her face. She looked up at Battle Lass. “You undid the one knot just enough that I was able to escape. I guess this makes us even.” She then rifled through the pockets of Makaweli’s clothes, pulling out a few more lengths of rope.

“What are you doing?” asked Battle Lass, squirming awkwardly.

Madame Hex grabbed Battle Lass and laid her down on her stomach, and began tying her into a tight hogtie. “I’m grateful that you saved my life, but I can’t take the chance that you’ll turn me in. Even if you do put in a good word for me, I will inevitably do some time, which is unacceptable.”

Madame Hex tore off a piece of Makaweli’s shirt and gagged Battle Lass. Satisfied Battle Lass was secure, she uttered, “Noshoa y’gon shulhu!”

Standing up, Madame Hex said, “The sigil will begin fading. In about fifteen minutes or so, you should have enough of your strength back to escape those ropes, which should give me just enough time to get away. I’ve no doubt the next time we meet, we’ll be on opposing sides again.”

Madame Hex waved good-bye and darted off into the underbrush, leaving Battle Lass writhing in her bondage.

Next time indeed, thought a frustrated Battle Lass.

The End