The Scarlet Dove - Issue 13

"I don't know what you're talking about Mendeleev!" she snarled after too long of a moment. "Let me down this instant."

"Oh, I'll be letting you down," he grinned. "But I think you'll be in a bit better mood before I do."

"Better mood?" she scoffed. "You're only hope of that is to sur-" Mendeleev lifted a strange looking gun, and shot her nice, round ass with a dart. "-render...OW! Hey..." Almost immediately her vision began to blur, and she felt her arms and legs going limp. "Wh-what did you..."

"It's a tranquilizer, my dear," he said. "My own concoction, incredibly fast acting and lucky for you, minimal hangover upon waking."

Starling was unconscious before he'd finished the sentence.

Chapter Six

The Scarlet Dove awoke gradually, easing into consciousness like coming out of a deep sleep. She even felt a little refreshed, well rested. As she found her bearings though, all that ease vanished. She remembered the net, and the tranquilizer dart, and those memories turned out to be the least of her immediate worries.

The first thing she realized was that she was laying on a cool, stainless steel slab. Her arms and legs had been stretched out, spread eagle. Each of her wrists and ankles had also been securely manacled, trapping her in that vulnerable position. Further, she was completely naked. Every inch of her porcelain skin was on full display, flooding her with that distinctly feminine embarrassment at being so exposed.

Even my mask is gone! She realized. But, he knew who I was already...how?

Testing her manacles, she was dismayed, if not surprised, to find them perfectly secure. They did not have any play or give, indicating they were bolted to the slab itself.

Glancing around as best she could, Starling found she was in a chemist's lab. There were several tables with vials and beakers, many containing strangely colored liquids. There was a pile of white and gold material on one of the tables, likely her costume.

Tugging at her manacles, the red-haired heroine came to the quick conclusion she was trapped and completely immobilized by this contraption. Defeated, she slumped against the slab and waited.

It was a only a few moments later when she heard footsteps approaching. Lifting her head, she could see Mendeleev coming towards her. As he got close he removed his fedora and sunglasses, without them, looking even older than he had before.

"Miss Chase," he sighed, rubbing a hand over his bald head. "I suspected there was more to you than met the eyes the first time I met you."

"Mendeleev," she said. "Let me go this instant!"

"Not a chance!" he chuckled. "I know I helped you last time but I'm still the biggest meth supplier in Warden City, and you're still the resident superheroine."

"Let me go now," she snarled. "And maybe I'll recommend the courts go easy on you for cooperating!"

"How do you talk so tough while you're so helpless?"

"Come over here and we'll see who's helpless!"

"Gladly," he grinned.

Straightening his tweed jacket, the aging chemist approached the steel slab and put his hand on her knee.

Smart Starling, real smart, the heroine admonished herself. Maybe bluster when you aren't ACTUALLY completely helpless...

The old man's hand slid up her inner thigh, and the heroine could do nothing but squirm. His fingers traced along her hip crease, before slipping over her smooth, defenseless seam.

"You pig!" she squealed. "Get your hands off me!"

"Stop me then, heroine," Mendeleev demanded, wiggling his fingers into the soft lips of her labia.

"No! Stahp!" Starling whined.

"Why can't you stop me yourself?"

Starling grit her teeth, feeling his fingers squirming in her pussy. "Because I'm helpless...okay?"

"Exactly," he chuckled, moving his hand to tickle up her bare stomach. "I don't have time for bluster and pretext, I got you at my absolute mercy, and this time I'm the one who wants answers!"

He punctuated his demand by grabbing one of her naked breasts. Starling clenched her teeth as he squeezed firmly, running his rough thumb over her sensitive nipple.

"I'll never tell you anything!" she gasped, straining futilely against her manacles. "Release me this instant!"

"You know that you are completely helpless," he added continuing to knead her supple breast. "Give in now, tell me what I want to know and spare yourself being forced into submission...perhaps even beyond."

"I may be trapped at this moment," she fought hard to keep her lip from trembling, sharp tingles danced through her chest as his thumb kept rubbing her nipple. "But I'm stronger than you think! I'll never give in to you."

A look of sadness crossed the older man's face. "Yes, you will, no woman is strong enough to resist what I've got planned for you."

"We'll see!"

Releasing her breast, he crossed over to the nearest table, and began fiddling with some of the chemicals.

Shit...is he going to drug me! She thought, watching him work. What could he want to know bad enough to do something like that?

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, letting her trepidation get the better of her.

"I already know that Starling Chase and the Scarlet Dove are one and the same," Mendeleev said, not looking away from his work. "I figured that much out shortly after our first meeting." He turned to look at her. "Tell me, does that silly mardi gras mask really fool people? One look at that crimson mane and your amazing body was all it took for me!"

"You must feel soooo smart!" she scowled, pulling at her bonds again.

"What I can't figure out is why you're doing this?" he turned back to the table. "Why is a beautiful, talented writer like you moonlighting as superheroine? And why do you keep coming after me?"

"You seem to have convinced yourself that you're different from every other criminal in Warden City," Starling said. "But you're just another scumbag, Mendeleev...and I'm going to take you in just like the rest of them!"

The chemist turned back towards her, holding a long, full syringe. "Last chance, Miss Chase...who are you really?"

"Don't you dare come near me with that!" she spat. "Let me go and I'll go easy on you!"

"Fine." Mendeleev leaned down and shoved that huge needle into her neck.

Starling squealed, feeling it pierce her skin and then the flood of pain as he thumbed down the hammer. A cold feeling began to spread across her body, chilling her very veins.

"W-what did you do to me?"

"Do you remember the first time we met?" he said, setting down the now empty syringe. "I told you about the formula Danvers had us working on...?"

Starling was beginning to shiver from the cold. She tried to think back, what had he said?

"Something to do with," she thought hard. "...mind control? Oh no, you wouldn't!"

"Danvers gave my wife a dose, hoping it would inspire me to perfect the formula," Mendeleev explained. "Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried to perfect the serum, it's affects remained sadly temporary..."

Starling's emerald eyes widened in shock. "But...but I thought you were outraged at the possibilities of such a drug!"

"Are you kidding?" the chemist laughed. "What man wouldn't want a serum that could turn his woman, ANY woman, into a submissive little sex puppet?"

"But...then why did you quit?"

"I'm no dummy!" Mendeleev explained. "I saw the writing on the wall...whether we failed or succeeded, Danvers was going to kill us all when the job was done. The kind of shit he was into, is the kind of shit that doesn't leave loose threads!"

"Then you are just another scumbag!"

Mendeleev grinned. "No, I'm much more than that! You go out in your skimpy little costume, looking to take down the scum in the streets, and set them up to get fucked by the cops, who'll send them off to get fucked by the judge, who'll send them up to the big house to get fucked by each other! But here we are, I'm the one who set you up, bitch! And I'm the one who's finally going to put you in your place, because I'm not about to get fucked...I AM the one who fucks!"

Before the helpless red head could reply, Mendeleev grabbed her naked tits! Almost immediately there was a burst of heat in her chest, and as he began to twist and squeeze her milky white globes, hot tingles burst all through her. Starling moaned loudly, surprised by the sudden, and overwhelmingly pleasant sensation.

"What's happening," she gasped. "Get your hands off me!"

"Another drawback to this version of the formula," he sighed. "It needs...if you will, hand started."

"It needs whaaaAAHHHhhtt!?" she couldn't help but squeal as his thumb touched her nipple, this time sending a lightning bolt arcing through her chest.

"As you can see, the formula makes you highly sensitive to touch and arousal," he explained. "But hasn't exactly affected your cognition yet...the more aroused you become the more the drug takes hold, eventually it'll reduce you to a simpering little whore, telling me whatever I want to know and begging me to fuck you!"

"Never! Never, you pig!"

But the captive heroine could already feel the effects of the drug. Even as the older man's hands worked on her plump, round melons, her arousal was building exponentially. Warm tingles danced through her torso, seeming to ignite her previously frigid veins. Even then, something about the dramatically sudden turn around seemed to excite her even more!

Can't let...let this happen! She thought desperately trying to turn her mind elsewhere.

The aging chemist leaned down and bit her neck. The young red head moaned as he began to chew and suck on her tender throat. Sensual electricity crawled down her spine, making her shapely hips buck involuntarily! Squirming helplessly, she continued to strain against her manacles, their refusal to budge weakening her resolve each time she tested them.

The hands on her breasts, and the mouth on her neck filled Starling's head with numbing tingles. Her will to resist dissolved in an instant, replaced with a sort of aimless craving.

Oh no! It's happening, she realized sensing the shift. I have to... I know it's wrong but...but I want...oh gawd!

One of Mendeleev's hands released her breast, creeping down over her taut stomach and reaching between her legs. He grabbed her pussy, wiggling his fingers into her already dewy lips.

I'm so wet, she thought in a flash of shame. He'll know he's got me!

"No, please...ooohhhh, mmmmm...please, stop!" She pleaded with little conviction as warm, sensual electricity raced through her hips.

He spread her open, and ran his fingers through her sensitive cleft, making her quiver and moan. He found her clit, immediately flicking and pinching the hot little nub. Lightning bolts shot down her legs, making her toes tingle numbly. As he continued kneading her pliant labia, her pussy gushed hot girly juices. Her clit was already warm and swelling, making it even easier to find and stimulate.

Moaning like a whore, Starling melted into a weak, horny puddle beneath the chemist. The erotic energy coursing through her body flooded into her mind...with something else. The scarlet haired heroine felt it for just a moment. An overwhelming wave of lust rolled through her mushy pink brain, but behind it was something sinister and threatening.

Oh gawd, he was right...can't let this happen!

That sinister something reached out, coiling around her brain like a snake. Starling mustered what mental strength she had left and pushed back, resisting the chemical's mind control...barely. That mental serpent seemed to be attacking her sense of self, her will, her very identity. Though she resisted with all her might, it became harder and harder as Mendeleev maintained control of her body.

Oh gawd! This is... amazing! She couldn't help but think, feeling his powerful fingers stroking her engorged clit. Orgasmic energy was flowing out of her pussy and up her trembling torso. His teeth, tongue and lips continued to torture her throat, teasing her into a frenzy, forcing shuddery moans from her own ruby lips. NO! Maybe I can't stop him from having my body...I can't let him take my mind!

"Please...stop this...I can't take much more!" she whimpered, beginning to roll her hips, grinding her prim hairless mound into his grip.

The man raised his head to look at her with a smug satisfaction that made her feel inferior and callow.

He's in full control and he knows it! She realized, quivering as her clit rolled between his fingers. He'll make me do whatever he wants, as long as I'm trapped this way! If only I could get free!

"Let-please...let me loose," she begged breathlessly. "I want to put my hands on you!"

"Why would I do that when I've already got you right where I want you?" he laughed.

Before the girl could reply, he shoved two thick fingers into her dripping cunt. She moaned and gushed, drenching his hand and felt on the verge of orgasm just from the sudden penetration. She writhed on the slab, whimpering submissively from the sensation of his strong fingers being forced inside her.

"Ffffuuhk!" she moaned. "Please please...I need...you..."

He covered her mouth in a kiss, silencing the drugged heroine. She returned the kiss ravenously, yearning to be devoured by him. He invaded mouth, dominating her soft, velvet tongue with his own. The submissive young woman melted once more, and when he pulled away her heart nearly broke.

"Now little slut," he said, finger fucking her in rhythm with his words. "I'm going to fuck you, and when I'm done, you'll be willing, even eager, to tell me everything I want to know!"

The Scarlet Dove gazed up at him, with big doe eyes. "Yes! Oh yes, fuck me! Please please fuck me!"

Chapter Seven

Starling gasped sharply as his fingers pulled out of her. Mendeleev brought them up to her lips and she didn't even have to be told what to do, sucking her juices right off them. The taste of her own pussy made her head spin, and sent a rush of arousal through her torso.

The chemist removed his pants and underwear quickly. Seeing his cock for the first time, Starling's pussy quivered, and leaked even more. She was panting as he climbed up onto the slab and positioned himself between her legs. Straining against her bonds, the young woman lifted her needy little cunt, practically begging for his cock!

Mendeleev let her wait a moment, gorging his eyes on the sight of gorgeous naked red head and her hairless, dripping snatch. Being bound in that spread-eagled position accentuated her sexy hourglass curves, her bright crimson locks pooled beneath her head and shoulders and her spread legs seemed to go on for days. Starling swallowed a pleading moan, quivering as that brief moment seemed an eternity in her drug addled mind.

"Please! Please fuck me!" she whined. "I'm so fucking yours...do whatever you want to me!"

The chemist leaned over her, letting the head of his cock press against her cleft. Starling quivered just feeling it touch her, making a pathetic whimpering noise in abject surrender.

"Take me! Use me!" she moaned. "Use my pussy! It's yours! All yours!"

She was gazing into his eyes as his cock pushed inside her. Starling shuddered, moaning as his head parted her petals. His rod spread her tight little hole, pressing and rubbing against the sides sending electricity coursing through her hips. Sensing his heat so deep inside her body sent orgasmic energy flowing up through her torso, where it filled up her chest. She came before he had even fully penetrated her! Crying out in bliss, the drugged heroine gushed hot juices around his cock.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!" she squealed, tensing so hard and so suddenly her manacles creaked.

Grinning Mendeleev thrust again! Starling gasped and moaned, doing her best to roll her hips against his pelvis. She couldn't help but savor the sensation of having him inside her. Writhing on the slab, his warm, hard cock in her pussy, the red head could not remember any sex having ever felt like this! His stiffness made her feel gooey and pliant, as if her soft feminine body were conforming itself to his hard masculine frame.

Her head was spinning as Mendeleev fucked her. His cock pumped in and out of her tight little cunt, flooding her body with heat. Her knees quivered as electricity buzzed through her legs, and down into already numb toes. The same erotic energy flowed through her stomach and chest, pooling in her breasts, concentrating around her petite rosy nipples until they ached. Moaning through trembling lips, she continued begging to be taken, even though she was already his!

And yet from the back of her own mind, the Scarlet Dove watched. Assaulted by the blissful sensations, and wrapped in an acceptance of inferiority, the drug had done its job well, dissolving her sense of self, as well as her will to resist...yet, beneath it all the young woman watched and knew she was under the effects of the drug. She knew this moaning whimpering whore was not her. Perhaps even worse, she knew she was helpless to it all. Until the drug wore off, she would be his willing, simpering sex toy.

Mendeleev laid his weight over her, varying the tempo of his thrusts, and so changing the pitch of Starling's moans. His hands snaked into her thick crimson locks, pulling her lips back to his. The red head kissed him hungrily. His tongue worming into her mouth, slick and warm, squirming against her own, and the sensation somehow connected to that of the steel piston in her cooch. Like being caught in a feedback loop, her orgasmic energy began to build once more. Quickly the cycle grew, filling her chemically numbed head with fireworks and triggering a blissful cascade rushing through her body, ending at her pussy with a warm, wet splash.

"I-I-I'm cumming!" she squealed, pulling away from the kissing.

Caught up in the moment as well, Mendeleev dove at her neck. Ravenous with lust, he began biting and sucking at her tender throat. The feel of his teeth against her flesh drove Starling wild, and with his cock still pounding her pussy, the helpless heroine was cumming again in moments.

Writhing beneath the chemist, Starling mewled in mindless bliss and warm tears began to roll down her cheeks...as they always did when she had multiple orgasms. Her brain felt turned to pink mush, her extremities and even her lips felt numb, she felt weak barely able to move.

However, her prim, hairless pussy continued to quiver around his rock-hard member. She could still feel every ridge and vein sliding inside her, each thrust sending fresh electricity racing up her spine. Her entire world began at the head of cock and ended at the base of his shaft. That pumping, driving masculine energy surged through her, and she craved it, needed it...it became all she wanted...

Yet...somewhere in the back of her mind, the superheroine watched...humiliated and outraged, and totally powerless against the submissive desire she felt...knowing she was being violated in every way possible, but still wanting, needing, craving...

"...More!" Starling moaned. "Please, give me more! Fuck me harder! Make me...make me...yours!"

Every alabaster curve was shaking, as Mendeleev plowed her even harder. His member plunged so deeply it hurt, yet every thrust only made her want...

"...MORE!" she begged between sharp moans. "Give me more! Fill me with your cum!" She gasped and moaned for every thrust, struggling to speak around them. "Please, baby, gimme your cum!"

Her entire body tensed as another orgasm crashed over the red head. When her pussy spasmed, squeezing his cock inside her tight, warm body Mendeleev couldn't hold back any more and gave her what she was begging for.

A sudden rush of heat flooded her womb, and the sensation rushed through her entire body making her cum once more! Her head was spinning as he continued to thrust, pumping her full of his hot sticky giz. Feeling his load sloshing inside her, Starling finally felt complete, and now totally spent her curvaceous body relaxed onto the steel slab. Even her pussy seemed to go limp as Mendeleev pulled his cock out. She felt almost bloated, so full that she could feel his seed leaking out between her pussy lips and dripping onto the slab.