CHAPTER THREE
WHEN Victory came to she found herself chained spread-eagle to the table just as Callas had planned. Her arms were stretched over her head, each chained to one of the corners. Her legs were stretched and spread apart, also chained to opposite corners. Fortunately she was still wearing her hot pants and matching halter top and her powerbelt! The heroine pulled against the chains but whether they were strong or she was still weakened from the drugs, none of them gave an inch. She was trapped!
"I see you're awake," Dr. Callas said coming to stand beside her. "Don't bother struggling, those chains are steel-carbonite, strong enough to restrain you even with your super strength."
"What have you done to me?" Victory asked weakly.
"Beaten you," Callas declared proudly. "How many hardened criminals have you put away? How many ruthless thugs have you manhandled and slapped around?"
He reached down and ran his fingers over her bare stomach. At his touch, revulsion washed over the heroine and she squirmed wanting to get away from it.
"Don't touch me!" Victory gasped.
"And yet all it took was someone like me," he went on ignoring her. "Someone with vision and brain power to bring you down."
"You haven't brought me down yet," the heroine snarled.
"Oh but I think I have," Callas said grinning.
As proof he reached out and cupped her breasts with both hands. Victory gasped sharply and struggled against her bonds but for all her thrashing she only succeeded in pushing her round little B-cups more firmly into his groping hands. Her nipples hardened from this treatment, standing out clearly beneath her skintight halter. Callas fondled her breasts for a long time until the heroine stopped struggling and let him have his way.
"There…you see," he said stepping back. "You are completely at my mercy."
Victory did not reply but only glared at the doctor.
"The less I have to teach you that lesson the easier this will all be," he said.
"What do you want with me," Victory asked looking away in frustration.
"I want to know the source of your power and how to replicate it," Callas said.
"Never!" Victory growled. "And you can't!"
"That's what they said when I told them I was going to capture you," he responded. "Now here we are."
"You may have caught me off guard," Victory said turning her gaze back to the doctor. "But you'll never get the chance to attempt to replicate my power 'cause I'll never tell you its source."
"We'll see Victory!" Callas chuckled. "You see I've planned every aspect of this, not just how to capture you but how to make you talk."
Dr. Callas reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a small black object. Victory noticed the two silver prongs on the end: a tazer! He squeezed the button and it buzzed threateningly. Victory snorted derisively. This would not be fun but with her belt on she knew she could take it. Callas jammed the tazer into her side, and electricity coursed through the heroine. Every muscle in her slender body tightened suddenly, an involuntary groan of pain escaped her lips, it hurt more than she expected!
"I'm not even going to ask because I know you're not ready to give in yet," Callas said pulling the tazer away. "I'm just going to let you appreciate the pain you just felt and reflect on the fact that there's plenty more to come!"
"Do your worst!" Victory said through clenched teeth.
"We'll get there," the doctor promised with a wink.
He pressed the tazer against her stomach. The current raced through our heroine once again! Her body went painfully rigid and she groaned painfully. When he pulled back she slumped on the table, gasping for breath.
"Amazing isn't it?" he said holding up the tazer reverently. "I've more quadrupled the output of this simple little device. The voltage would probably kill a normal human."
"You're… going to… pay for this…" Victory gasped. "Let me go now!"
"I don't think so," Dr. Callas snarled.
He ran his hands along her naked belly once again making Victory squirm. She pulled against the chains with all the strength she could muster. They held fast! Callas laughed at her futile attempt at escape. He hooked his fingers under the bottom of her halter and yanked upward!
"No!" Victory cried as her pert, round breasts bounced into the cool air. Humiliation washed over the heroine.
Callas's eyes wondered over her exposed chest. "They're a little small but they are absolutely perfect aren't they…"
"You bastard," she spat under his lustful gaze.
"You haven't seen 'bastard' heroine," the doctor growled. "Yet."
He brought the tazer against the perfect curve of her left breast. Victory cried out as the current surged into her! When he pulled it away she relaxed, breathing hard, her modest chest heaving with every gasp.
"Ready to talk now?" he asked.
"No…" Victory gasped.
"Good," he said moving the tazer toward her right breast.
Her resolve wavered as fear clutched at her. "Don't…" she moaned.
He did. The tazer pressed into the firm flesh of her right breast, seizing her with pain. The heroine cried out. Callas held the tazer even longer this time, smiling as his hapless victim convulsed in pain. When he stepped away, her sexy body shuddered even as the pain subsided. Victory let out a long gasping moan.
"No more…" she whimpered.
"Then tell me what I want to know," Dr. Callas demanded.
Victory clenched her jaw and looked away. Callas chuckled and touched the tazer to her stomach but did not activate it. The heroine writhed as he slid it downward. He moved it over her belt and then pressed it against the soft V between her thighs. Dread washed over the heroine, not sure her will could withstand the punishment much longer. Captured, humiliated and completely at this man's mercy, the once proud heroine realized she was only moments from being broken as well!