“How long has she been out?” he asked quickly.

“15 minutes or so,” the lead thug replied. “As long as it took to drive here.”

“Hmm, no telling how long we have,” the man in the white coat asked. “It’s a very powerful sedative but she is no ordinary person, get her up!”

Victory was pulled to a kneeling position by two of the hooded thugs. Still unable to maintain her bearings she swayed unsteadily then sat back on her ankles. Her hands and feet were beginning to tingle from her binding. The man in the white coat came to stand directly before her. He pulled the strip of duct tape off and waited while the heroine spit out the wadded rag. Then he grabbed her by the chin and made her meet his gaze.

“Well she’s still glassy eyed at least,” he said. “Can you understand me heroine?”

“Yes,” Victory responded weakly.

“Good,” he said grinning. “I am Dr. Callas. You can make this very easy on yourself or very hard.”

“What do you want from me?” Victory asked.

Callas responded with a vicious backhand slap! Victory cried out, the force knocked her on her side. The two thugs lifted her back to her knees before the evil doctor.

“Rule number one,” Callas practically purred. “I ask the questions here.” He bent forward, grabbing the heroine by the chin again and forcing her to look him in the eyes. “What is the source of your powers?”

“I’ll never tell you that!” Victory replied with all the strength she could muster.

Again Dr. Callas lashed out! With her arms and legs bound Victory was completely defenseless. The wicked strike knocked her down again and left her cheek stinging. However she also began to feel some of her strength returning. Again the two thugs lifted her back to her knees.

“We should probably get her chained down,” the lead thug suggested. “Y’know before that stuff wares completely off.”

Dr. Callas struck the heroine again with the same results as before. No one picked her up this time. Victory lay gasping on the floor. Callas looked over her and nodded slowly.

“Yes,” he said. “Carefully untie her then chain to that table.”

Victory almost smiled as she was rolled onto her stomach. The slaps from Dr. Callas had done more to clear her head than they had to hurt her. If they unbound her even for a moment she knew she would have her chance at escape. She was obviously not at 100% since she still could not break her bonds, but she would be able to take these thugs!

They went about their work quickly, undoing the tightly wrapped ropes. Victory played her part, struggling weakly but seeming subdued. Finally they removed the handcuffs and hauled her to her feet.

“Quickly bring her here,” Callas ordered.

“Not so fast,” Victory shouted.

With what strength she had the heroine broke free of the men holding her! She turned and attacked before they fully realized what was happening. The closest of the thugs received a punch powerful enough to knock him out cold. Victory grabbed him as he fell and hurled him at the leader of the group. He dove out of the way, narrowly avoiding his hurled companion. She was still able to catch the next two off guard, sending both sprawling with lightening quick side kicks! After the outburst Victory staggered. She was far from 100%…

“You fools!” Callas roared. “Someone grab her!”

Dr. Callas rushed towards her brandishing another syringe. Victory stooped and hefted one of the sprawled thugs, then hurled him at the charging doctor. They collided with a crash and ended up in a twisted heap. Victory’s head was spinning from the exertion; she knew she had to make her escape. She dashed towards the big bay doors but once there she could not find the controls!

Suddenly a pair of big hands spun her around, it was the lead thug. He slugged her hard across the jaw! Victory staggered a few steps and threw a kick back at him. He sidestepped it and rushed forward delivering a vicious blow to the heroine’s toned abdominals. Victory gasped and doubled over holding her stomach. Then he grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her back up, just to drive another punch into her exposed belly. Victory cried out and doubled over again.

“You know, I expected so much more,” he said derisively. He grabbed her by the hair again and pulled her away from the doors.

“Well, I hate to disappoint,” Victory growled.

Finding a measure of her returned strength she grabbed the thug by throat and crotch and lifted him into the air! He cried out in surprise and then was sent flying through the air. He crashed against the bay doors and fell to floor groaning.

“She’s getting stronger by minute!” Dr. Callas shouted. “Do something!”

It was true, Victory’s strength was rapidly returning, as was her confidence. Perhaps she did not need to escape after all. She turned back to Callas, thinking to bring this crew to justice! That fifth thug, she kept forgetting him, was right in front of her when she turned though. He quickly shoved a damp rag into her face! The stench of chloroform filled Victory’s nose and mouth! She quickly shoved him away, but then doubled over coughing and gagging! Two more of the thugs rushed in their big hands grabbing at her arms and torso and too quickly that rag was pressed back over her nose and mouth!

“No!” Victory’s cry became a muffled moan as the rag pressed firmly into place.

Victory tried to throw them off but she was not yet strong enough to match the three of them. The two men holding her arms were able to overpower her, forcing the heroine to her knees with a frustrated moan. There the third was able to get optimal leverage. Victory squirmed desperately in their grasp but was quickly overwhelmed by the chloroform! With a helpless groan she went limp in their hands. Laughing, the thugs let the defeated heroine collapse unconscious at their feet.

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