THE LAST ONE
(by InterestingLife)

DISCLAIMER : This story is a work of fiction. It may contain scenes of violence, sexual imagery and may depict scenes of non-consensual sexual activity, as well as torture and many other illegal activities. It is intended as literary entertainment only.
All characters used in this story are property of their respective owners.
All stories written by me are part of a continous story arc, designed to be read in the order they are presented (from 101 and on). They are all my interpretations of the Exit-Zero universe, presented with his permission, and may not work in continuity with other stories.

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Part 1

To say that Solara's involvement in the kidnapping investigation was unusual would not be an understatement. Given her reputation, power level and inclinations, Solara did most of her work up in the air. Empowered by the radiation, she had become a living conduit for solar energy. She was able to go toe-to-toe with Andromeda and not break a sweat. However, because this case was so personal to her, she had directly involved herself in the police business. This had not pleased everyone.

Three months ago, a group of tech savvy slavers had landed in Eve City harbor, armed with their gadgets and hi-tech toys. At first, they went unnoticed, careful not to draw attention. They were part of a larger network, a global organization which captured and sold slaves of all types, although sex slaves were a particularly lucrative field. Some time ago, Andromeda and her fellow heroines had dismantled the largest harem in the world. A middle-eastern dictator whose country was not recognized by the U.N. had used the network to bring up to three thousand women to his domain, keeping them under lock and key. While a few heroines had also been taken in, it had ultimately led to the downfall of the dictatorship. Instead of surrendering to the authorities, the dictator had committed suicide. All the money invested by the dictator into the slave trade however had allowed the group to expand its horizons in unimaginable ways, and the presence of meta-powered individuals only made their activities that much more thrilling. Not only would people pay top dollar for powered slaves, usually super heroines with too much free time, but many of the meta-powered actually either worked for the slave organization or used its resources. It had no name, which made it hard to track. It operated in cells, and the gang that had landed in Eve City was one such cell.

Their methods were unique, to say the least. They were not looking to kidnap any girl. They had a list, apparently, and they targeted, while they were in town, only six girls. They had tried to escape, but the heroines had caught on. Ricochet in particular, with her acolyte Radio Wave, who had been able to track their signal, had managed to liberate three of the girls before being subdued. The kidnappers had obviously taken their revenge, but they were hurried to leave with only three girls, sensing the heat upon them.

Solara had been on the case since they had escaped out of Eve city and into the wide world. One of the victims still in their custody at first was an old schoolmate of hers. She had managed to rescue her from her buyer, taking on his guards in Mexico. She had been caught for a short time, but since they lacked the technology to keep her down for long, she escaped and took her friend with her, returning her to Eve City to get psychological help after her trauma. Having invested time and energy into it, she had then pursued the trail and located another girl, this time in Australia among an indigenous tribe. They had almost finished eaten alive by the cannibals, only to get mystically impregnated by some kind of creature from there. Luckily, both the kidnapped girl and her had managed to break the mystical spell using local sexual magic, and the pregnancies had been aborted. With the second girl back in Eve City, there remained only one to find.

Her name was Isabella Moreau, and she was a graduate student in engineering. More importantly, her eyes were green, her hair was auburn and short, and her measurements were perfect for whoever had hired the team to get her. Solara carried an image of the girl with here. It had been three months now since her disappearance, and although Solara had done other things in-between these rescues, she had always kept it close to her heart. Then, this week, news had come from her friend Lieutenant Liberty in Washington. A team of delta-force operatives working out of Afghanistan had come upon some critical information about a local druglord who was said to keep his new wife under close scrutiny, under lock and key at his mansion. The description of the girl fit perfectly.

There was no choice. Solara had landed in Kabul, in civilian clothing, not more than an hour ago. From there, she was on her own, no one to support her if things went awry. But this was her mission. She needed to see it through.

Her contact in the city was a delta-force operative, Ryan Clay. She met him just outside the airport, where he had come to pick her up. Even dressed up, Solara was a gorgeous girl. To protect her secret identity even without her mask, she wore large sunglasses tinted in orange. The military man knew better than to ask any personal questions.

"What's the news, soldier?"
"As far as we can tell, warlord Kazai is holed up in his fortress about 350 clicks north of here. It's a veritable fortress, and we think he has a meta bodyguard, a local hoodlum named Sorei. We've seen him throw rocks the size of my jeep."
"I'll have to watch for him. What about the girl?"
"No one's certain. She arrived maybe two months ago, was seen traveling, but never leaving. She may be dead."
"It's unlikely... unless she killed herself."

The jeep drove the military camp. Solara's arrival was greeted with whistles and whoos, which Clay calmed down very quickly.

"At ease, soldiers. She's not the entertainment."

They still sneered at her as she walked by, casting lewd glances and creepy comments. She ignored their banter. Most of these men were very lonely. It was their way of coping.

Entering the tent, she removed the heavy shirt she wore, exposing the top half of her costume, uncharged with solar energy. It was a support bra and a see-through garment. She felt better with her skin exposed, more powerful because the sun's rays could hit her skin directly. Ryan attempted to look away, but the sight of her gorgeous figure provoked a strong reaction below the belt. She went further with it, dropping her pants, revealing her bikini like bottom, long legs and boots up to her knees. Ryan was feeling frisky, but he dare not try anything, just in case she wasn't in the mood. She was on assignment, after all.

"So... here's the map."

He set it on the table. She leaned over. He set himself behind her, slightly to her right, careful not to let the bulge in his pants touch her in any way. He admired the curvature of her back, her strong ass. He saw himself plowing into it, her form bent over the table, pleading for him to stop while he continued. The visual was overwhelming. He took a step back.

"So the compound is here..."

He got close again. She was perusing the troop locations, the strategic emplacements, the airborne defenses. She needed a route to the fortress that was safe.

"Flying in seems out-of-the-question..."

She realized something was up by the soldier's lack of reaction. She quickly turned to face him, almost bumping into him, grazing the bulge in his pants with her hip. She noticed it immediately. She looked down at it, then up at his face.

"Is there something you'd like to tell me, soldier?"
"No ma'am."

She sighed.

"Shame."
"Ma'am?"

She glided her hand to the bulge, gently caressing it. Rick froze, unsure if this was actual desire or provocation on her part.

"Can I share a secret with you, soldier?"
"Yes, Solara. You can."
"More often that not, when I'm with someone, I don't get to choose. It's nice to have that opportunity once in a while..."

The delta-force operative did not know how to react.

"My men... I mean, if they find out I..."
"Forget about them. Focus on me."

She rubbed herself against the bulge, kissing him on the neck. He returned the kiss. He grabbed her by the ass, lifted her up onto the table. She kissed him passionately, sloshing her tongue in his mouth. He adored it. He groped her shape, gliding his hands across the fabric of her back, up to her chest. She breathed in his smell from the neck up.

"Will you do this for me?"
"Hell yeah..."

He lifted her from the table by the thighs. She pulled down on the fabric of her bikini bottom, removing it, revealing her sweet hole, with a small patch of red over it. He slid one finger down there. She bit her lower lip, grinning uncontrollably with anticipation.

"What do you want me to do?"
"Everything..."

He was only happy to oblige. He got on his knees, pulling her to the edge of the table. He smelled her. It was intoxicating. He buried his tongue against her clit. She moaned loudly. He kept at it. It had been a long time since he had tasted his wife. Two years out, he was aching for any pussy he could find. Solara was perfect for it. He lamped up the juices as they flowed, more and more. She came hard, barely able to hold the scream in.

Just outside the tent, a few of the soldiers had heard strange sounds. Peering in discreetly, one of them pulled back and whispered.

"Shit! Commander's eating that superchick out."
"Want to get me some of that?"
"Yeah, but commander's privilege I guess."
"Drat!"

Solara pulled off her top above her head, exposing her chest. Ryan got back up, kissing her nipples, pinching them. She squirmed with excitement. She pushed him back, jumped off the table and got down to her own knees. With no qualms about it, she pulled down his pants, wrapped her mouth around it and began sucking hard. Ryan felt like heaven. Her mouth was so warm and inviting. It would have been easy to let go and indulge, but he wanted to do more to her.

Another soldier looked in quietly, pulling away.

"Damn! Now she's sucking his cock like there's no tomorrow!"
"Commander gets all the ladies."
"Maybe we should go in there."
"Are you daft? Commander'll skin you alive!"

Ryan motioned her to stop by holding down her head. She looked up at him, his cock still inside her. It was the best visual in the world. She bobbed him up a few more times, but then pulled away, getting back on her feet, turning around and presenting her behind to him, bending over the table.

"I know what you want."

Without warning, he leaned into her. It slid right on in without effort. She gasped for air.

Another guard took a chance staring into the tent. He saw his commander ramming her from behind. She turned her head towards him. He pulled away.

"Shit! I think she saw me..."
"Well what did you see?"
"Commander's pounding her doggy like over the table."
"Dammit!"

The commander was pounding as hard as he could, eager to give her the time of her life. She knew about the dangers heroines faced in the world. He had read on the subject. The literature was extensive. Their failures, moreso than their victories, were chronicled everywhere. With all the abuse she had taken, she deserved this, the best consensual sex he could give her. She wanted him so bad. He felt in with every throb.

It did not take long for Solara to reach climax. She barely held back the words.

"Oh... commander... fuck fuck fuck..."
"Solara. I'm fucking your pussy..."
"You sure are... oh..."

She stopped his motion and he ceased, wondering why she was holding him back.

"We have some of your soldiers outside the tent."
"Shit! I knew this was a bad idea."
"Maybe we can turn it into a good idea."

She pushed him out of her; turning around, she kissed him, then climbed on top of the table, over the map, legs apart, presenting herself to him.

"Call them in. Let them have their fun."
"Are you sure about this?"
"Don't you guys do this kind of thing for initiations?"

It was true, he thought, yet the commander was surprised by her open-mindedness. He slipped back into her, securing his spot, before calling them in.

"Soldiers! Get in here, now!"

His authoritative voice could not be ignored. The four soldiers who had been peeking in entered, guilt across their faces. He looked at them with a disappointed gaze as they failed to look at the picture right in front of them.

"Have I thought you nothing?"
"Sir, it's my fault..."
"Did I tell you you could speak?"

The soldiers all fell in line. It was hard not to stare at the scene, the naked heroine on the table, over the map, her legs spread, their commander's engine inside her, but they averted their gaze all the same. The commander suddenly smiled.

"Lesson #1. We share pain, but we also share triumphs. Whip them out boys."

It took them a moment to understand the order, but as soon as one caught on, the others immediately followed. Dropping their trousers, they spread themselves around the table. Most of them were already at half-mast, so it was not long for them to reach full erection. Ryan resumed his pounding. Solara closed her eyes, visualizing the scene, committing it to memory. In those dark moments when this happened and she wasn't willing, she could always come back here, relive the moment, the pure control it provided her to have five men around her, four of them wanking to her fucking the fifth one. A strong orgasm built inside her. She wanted to hold it in. She wanted it all to happen at once. A glorious cum fest all across her face, chest and the table.

She looked up at the commander, speaking in-between thrusts.

"Don't do it in me. On me. On me."

He acknowledged, but kept pumping. It was close now. So very close. Almost. This time, she screamed hard. It launched everything else. One after the other, within a minute of each other, they all came, shooting their loads across the table, her chest, her belly, her face, her pussy. Ryan pulled out at the last second and showered her as well. She spread her hands across her body, spreading it on her glistening skin, still in the throes of bliss.

Having reacted to the scream, two more soldiers ran into the room and froze. They saw the scene, the men panting, the girl, map and table covered in cum. Solara relaxed into it.

Ryan looked at the two bewildered men and spoke to them.

"Well, since you're here, I suppose it's only fair if you want to join."

He pulled up his pants, shaking the buzz off his head before heading out.

"I'll make sure no one else comes in. You boys have fun."

Within moments, the two soldiers' pants were down, and Solara was still smiling.

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THE LAST ONE, part 2

Driving a jeep alone, in the middle of the Afghani desert, was already a dangerous idea. Being a woman while doing it just made it insane. Still, Solara had left the safety of the camp and its men - of which she kept a fond memory - and had taken the vehicle for a ride into hostile territory. Driving at night was as dangerous as in the day, but the chances of being seen until she got to her destination were much smaller. This was her second day in, and she was making great progress. She was more than halfway to her base camp, and it must have been around 3AM. Her costume was tucked away under her civilian clothing; she could put her mask on with just a moment if needed.

As the jeep veered into a deep canyon, the quickest path down a tricky slope, she spotted movement atop a hill. Her attention drawn there, she failed to notice until she could not turn back that there was a rock wall in the middle of the path, too high for the jeep to run over. She ground the vehicle to a halt, and that's when she heard the sound of footsteps and machine guns clicking. A bright spolight from one of the ridges illuminated the scene. There were two men with machineguns standing from behind the rock wall. Behind her jeep, three men had descended from the path she had just taken. She noticed one shape around the light and thought she distinguished another on the other ridge.

They called out to her in their language. She did not know it. This was not expected. The maps said nothing about an obstacle here.

She raised her hands, mindful of avoiding a battle if it could be done. She had no worries about taking these guys on, but going all powerful on them might have attracted unwanted attention. She counted on discretion to get near the fortress.

"American. I have medicine."

She actually had medicine in the jeep. It was part of the cover. One of the Afghani soldiers moved up, and checked the back of the jeep. He confirmed.

"Take it all."

She hoped they would let her pass if she gave them the jeep. She trusted they at least partially understood english. One of them spoke a little of it.

"Out car, now."

Reluctantly, she stepped out of the vehicle. One of the soldiers advanced on her. She raised her hands to each side. He proceeded to check her for weapons, groping her as he did so. She held back her disgust. He was not proper about how he went about the search. He said something that seemed to mean she had no weapons. He took a step back and another soldier, possibly a leader, the one who had spoken english, made a step forward, He smelled of dust and sweat.

"You lost... little girl?"
"Please. Take what you want and let me be on my way."
"Take what we want, yes..."

He put his hand against her breast, squeezing it. She held back from striking him.

"Pretty American. Make good slave."
"I don't think you want to do that."

The soldier laughed, then slapped her violently, almost tearing up her lip.

"We do what we want and you do what we say."

There was no way Solara was letting him live this down. Her eyes flared up, and she punched him away. He fell backwards. As the suit under her civilian clothing charged itself with energy, the outer layer actually turned to ash, revealing her full body costume. Solara was in.

"Super hero girl!" screamed one of the soldiers.

Shots were fired. Empowered by the heat of the sun, accumulated from the day, she metled the bullets before they even connected with her suit or skin. She jumped forward, punching out one of the soldiers in front of her, then hovering above as she fired a flame bolt at two of the enemies behind her. They dodged out of the way, completely taken aback by the sudden change. One soldier jumped over the wall and tried to tackle her to the ground, but the heat emanating from her suit burned his hands. He screamed. She lifted off the ground, as the enemies panicked.

Suddenly, there was loud thump, and she felt an impact strike her from higher up. The strength of the attack, whatever it was, propelled her into the rock wall. It also knocked the wind out of her, making it hard to breathe. A guard picked up a rock and threw it at her; she rolled away in the nick of time to avoid getting crushed. Using the barrel of his rifle, another guard hit her in the ribs. She pulled herself up by keeping them at bay, increasing the temperature she generated, only to have a second hit from the unknown source connect with her again. She slammed against the jeep this time, even more stunned than before.

She felt kicks on her, punches, rifle butts. The concussion caused by the unidentified attack had left her reeling. She lost track of time, unable to tell how much they pummelled her into submission. When they stopped, she was covered in bruises, bleeding from the lip and a gap in her leg, shaken up and still dazed from the echo in her ears.

The leader of the Afghani soldiers, the first one she had punched, picked her up by the hair.

"Americans always so proud. We know of heroine girls. We have preparations."

The solar energy she absorbed during the day could only sustain her so much at night. The beating she had taken, while not lethal, had taken its toll on her energy reserves. She was tired, weak and most importantly vulnerable. The leader spoke again.

"You are dumb American heroine, and I will break you."

He punched her face. She shook from the impact, her mind even further gone into the daze. He dragged her by the hair towards the rock wall, bending her over it. He slapped her ass as hard as he could. She screamed into the night. He slapped her again. Again. Again. She lost count. Her ass was on fire by the time he was done. She could barely feel anything down there.

"She is American slut. Only good for one thing."

She felt him pull down her bikini bottom. No. Not again. Every time, the same thing. Every single time. Why? Why was it like this? He slapped her bare ass again.

"I will fuck you, American slut, and then, I will kill you."

No. She couldn't die. She couldn't. A life was on the line, but there was no more energy to use to defend herself. She only needed a little - only a little. While being dragged, she had noticed the weapon they had used on her. A sonic bazooka. One of the infamous designs of the mad scientist known as the doctor of Villainy, created before his death about a year ago. A weapon capable of taking down almost anyone, superheroine included. How had they gotten their hands on one? They were rare, even in the black market.

She did not have time to consider it further, as the Afghani leader put the first half of his plan to execution. Without regard for her own comfort, he inserted himself inside her, groaning as he did. The pain was excruciating. She closed her eyes. She thought of Ryan and the soldiers. It turned the horrid sensation into an acceptacle feeling, but it did not change the fact that once the leader had been satisfied and shot spunk into her pussy, he would then shoot bullets in hre head, and that would the end of her rescue operation - and her life. Her face buried in the rock smelled only of dust and stone. She was having a hard time breathing, and his rhytmic pounding into her did not help. But her mind, tortured as it was, realized there was one opportunity for survival here. And she hated herself for thinking it.

"Yes..." she moaned.

The Afghani soldier was surprised to her that word from her. He stopped.

"No... don't stop... more..."

He understood english well enough to know what she meant. He renewed his push into her with vigor, and she felt the rush of the penetration climb. Giving in to him was possibly the only option. He spoke in his native language, and his words brought laughter to his men. He's telling them what a slut I am, she reasoned. She continued to let him know how much it felt good, how much she enjoyed his cock inside her, pleasing his ego. She had been with so many men, she knew how they reacted, how they squirmed, when they were ready to explode. The leader was near. Timing was important here. She squeezed her trained pussy muscles, tightening around his shaft. The sensation was too much for him. He shot it all inside her and kept pumping long after, enjoying the release. Eventually, he stopped altogether. Before he could pull out, she cried out.

"No... more. I want more."

Again, the soldier was bewildered. This truly was the greatest American slut. He spoke to his men, and they all cheered. He pulled out of her, wiping his cock on her ass. She hoped she was right.

Within moments, another soldier had come and taken his place. She knew she had played them well. She just needed to keep it up. That second soldier thrust in as deep as he could on the first try; she yelled out in sheer pleasure. She recalled Ryan's hard wood the day before last, and she focused on that memory. It drove the pleasure through the roof and she came hard, her orgasm rocking her entire body. The men cheered their mate on as he kept pounding into her. It took several minutes for him to emulate his leader, filling her with his seed. She was satisfied moreso than she needed, but she had to keep it up.

"Please... more."

Another soldier jumped in. Then another. And another. And another. Her pussy was raw from all the rubbing, but the juices kept flowing as each soldier shot his load deep inside her. Every time one pulled out, huge amounts of fluid spilled onto the sand. The soldiers were laughing, cheering each other on. She saw flashes. Pictures were being taken. So be it. The entire planet had probably seen here be fucked by some such villain or another already. And despite the hate she felt for them, she reveled in the physical pleasure they provided her.

As she was being pounded still, a soldier moved around and went to set himself in her face. He pulled out his gun, placed it near her temple. His dick was out. She knew what to do. She leaned forward, licked the tip. He did not need further invitation. He rammed his hard shaft down her throat. She had blown so many men that she knew how to stop the gag reflex and go for gold. She heard some irate voices, wondering if the soldiers complained about not thinking about this before their friend.

The soldier inside her pussy completed his duty as well, pulling out after the last drop had spilled out. She was still blowing the one in front of her. She got worried when no one replaced him. However, she felt a presence breathing down her neck. The dick in her mouth retreated.

"You are best fuck ever. All my men take their turn. Want more?"
"Yes..."
"My name is Hamil. Say my name."
"Yes, Hamil. I want more."
"I give you more. I am ready again. We all go again."

This time, he was not content with her pussy. She expected as much. All the stimulation had loosened her all over, so there was no challenge for him to penetrate her ass. He groaned even more. The dick in her mouth returned; moments later, it spat out all its juices down her throat. Not skipping a beat, she swallowed it all, sucking on it hard to draw out all the fluids. The soldier collapsed from exhaustion. She was so tired... she wanted to sleep, but the pounding in her ass prevented it.

And just like that, the first rays of the sun touched her exposed skin. She let the leader continue his work, not willing to interrupt him, wanting to feel his load deep inside her ass, reveling in the shame and humiliation, if only to let it drive her rage forward. It took a long time for the leader to come again. She bided her time, letting the sun revitalize her powers. Finally, at long last, he came. She came with him, allowing the rush of adrenaline and other hormones to empower her even further. He collapsed on top of her before pulling out.

Oddly enough, she hesitated for a moment in allowing the men to continue their violation of her - but only a moment. With a quick twist of her body, she turned on her back and, spotting the dreaded weapon in sight, fired a blast of intense flame at it. It melted almost instantly.

Most of the soldiers still had their pants down, and their weapons were not at the ready. She flew above the ground in a swift motion and before they could react, she sent a heat wave from her form, all around. The air blast pushed them all to the ground. She still had the sensation of all those dicks inside her, and it felt amazing. She screamed at them.

"Run for your lives."

Run, they did, never looking back.

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THE LAST ONE, part 3

Solara had dumped the jeep miles from her base camp. Atop a cliff, the cave offered shelter from the sun and an overlook on the fortress not far from there. It was truly an impressive structure. No wonder people said it was impenetrable. There were armed guard patrols, soldiers and turrets on the roofs, ground-to-air launchers, and many more dangers which were not visible from here.

The encounter with the soldiers had not broken Solara's spirit. If anything, it had strengthened her resolve. These were evil men, and their plans had to be stopped. Solara did not worry too much about getting in. With the kind of firepower she disposed of, it would be a sinch to disable the missile launchers, burn the weapons off, ignite the ammunition in the turrets. She had practiced these maneuvers hundreds of times already. Her life, she realized, was a sucession of trainings, battles, sexual encounters, most of them unwilling, and the odd random occurence. She didn't mind. She made the most of everything. Even in the darkest moment, there was always a silver lining. She had never faced something she could not eventually defeat, if not alone, then with help from her fellow superheroines.

She had no information on warlord Kazai's bodyguard, Sorei, other than the intel provided by Ryan and his men. He was the odd man in this equation. If she was to take him on, she needed to do it swiftly and not give him any chance to take her down.

Having burned off her clothes during her ignition while fighting the soldiers, she was no longer as discreet as she would have hoped. Flying in was out-of-the-question. But there might be another way. Just below the fortress were small houses. She might find garments in there. It was the best call.

She waited until early in the morning, before sunrise but not long before it, for making her move. She climbed down the steep hill, then ran across open terrain under the still shroud of night to the nearest home. There were no lines to suspend clothing on, so she crawled near a window. She heard heavy snoring. She peeked into the room. Her eyes, adjusted to the darkness, spotted what could a folded piece of clothing, just out-of-reach. She climbed into the home through the opening, mindful of every step she took. If they woke up, they could not miss her orange coloured suit against the dark backdrop and the moonlight sifting from the window. She found pants and a shirt folded neatly. There were boots near the door. Finally, there was a scarf to wrap around her head. Everything was there. She made it outside the building with everything in hand. For once, something had gone her way. She counted her blessings.

Thus disguised, she made her way towards the wall. It was a sheer surface, but she was trained in climbing. Flying was just the easy way. She began her ascent. If she slipped from too high, she would simply catch herself. She didn't slip, thanks to the handy tools she had reclaimed from the jeep. She reached the top of the wall, the external structure of the fortress, and from her vantage point, crouched as low as she could, she stared inside the compound. There were small buildings, houses for guards perhaps. The main structure was dead ahead, fifty metres in front of her. Its surface was as sheer as the wall she had just climbed.

Satellite imagery had provided her with a partial internal structure to the main building. The upper floors would probably be where the slaves were kept. But the communication room, that would be with the guards, down in the barracks. She hesitated, but decided that communicating with the delta-force operatives was the next logical course of action, if she was to plan an extraction for Isabella Moreau.

With as much as grace as she could deploy, she slid along the inner wall, rolling with the blow as she hit the sand. She injured her ankle slightly, but nothing major. A sprain at most. She nursed it for a few seconds before continuing. She headed to the barracks. How many guards could be found there? The estimate placed the total guard population of the complex between 20 to 50. She hoped for the former, but knew better to expect the latter.

Peering through a window, she saw exactly what she needed : a radio set, within arm's reach. There was no one around. Was this too easy? Hardly. She knew the real battle would arrive soon. She turned off the audio out, so no one could hear anyone respond, not even her. She played with the frequency until she tuned it to the one she had memorized. She then tapped morse code on the microphone, transmitting her location, success of infiltration, and deadline for extraction.

With that resolved, it was time to get creative. She scurried down to the main building, careful to avoid a patrol that was coming her way by ducking between two structures. She reached the main entrance, double doors probably barred from the inside. Again, she needed to scale the wall. An easy feat for someone well-equipped. She made sure no one was around before attempting the feat. Halfway into the climb, she saw the first light of day showing on the distance. She was running out-of-time. With daylight, she would no longer be hidden. She spotted the nearest window. At this height, there were no bars. Carefully checking to make sure no one was in the immediate vicinity inside, she climbed into a hallway. It was dimly lit, and there was a door immediately to her right. She checked the handle. It was unlocked. She opened the door and slipped into the room. Luckily, there was no one there. It looked like a bedroom.

Able to stand up straight, she got to her feet, thankful for the release from being crouched all the time. She was inside. Now, finding Isabella was the next step. If the partial satellite map was accurate, she needed to go up at least two floors. That was where the luxurious rooms were, and Isabella being the prize that she was, she would be kept in the best place possible.

Taking a chance was all that was left. Returning to the corridor, still covered in her borrowed clothes, Solara started looking for a way up. She found stairs, but hearing noises coming from above, she stopped and listened. The words were unintelligible to her. The voices walked away. She climbed up one flight, then another. She should have been at the right height.

She looked left and right, but there was no indication of where to go. She went right, slowly making her way towards doors. The first one was locked. The second one not. She turned the handle, pulling at the door, then discreetly making her way in. The smell of perfume assaulted her senses immediately. As she closed the door, she saw a large bed with a support strut and, sitting on the bed, wearing a lovely night gown embroidered with silver and gold trimmings, the girl she was looking for. This was Isabella Moreau, and she was looking at her.

"I'm here to save you..." she said.

Just then, she noticed movement on the other side of the room. She raised her defense up, ready to fight, but she saw only a small man, long beard and mustache, dressed in an ornately decorated pajama.

"Ah. It is good you came."
"Who are you? Who is he?"

Isabella did not answer. She just turned to the man.

"I am her husband. I am Kazai."

His bluntness shocked Solara. Why would he admit such a thing, knowing full well that this kind of revelation was not good for his health?

"Please, Solara. There is no cause for concern. You will not be harmed unless you bring violence into my home."
"I am leaving with Isabella."
"Her true name is Fatima, although she was born with the name you speak. Fatima?"

Isabella - or Fatima - smiled.

"I am Fatima Luma. It is an honor to see you."

Her voice had the local accent. This puzzled Solara. She turned back to Kazai.

"How did you know my name?"
"Because I know all that happens on my domain. I saw what the soldiers did to you. Shameful.  They are dead now."
"What?"

She had let them go. Despite what they had done to her, she was no killer, otherwise, there would a string of dead bodies left in her wake for all the abuses she had endured across the years.

"Yes. Their treatment of you shames us all. Bad men deserve to die."
"You kidnapped this woman."
"I freed this woman. Please. Bedroom is not the best place to talk."

He motioned for Solara and Fatima to follow him as he headed for the door. Fatima smiled at Solara, confusing her even more. Had she been so thoroughly brainwashed that even her accent had changed?

Kazai headed down the hall, Fatima in tow. Solara kept her guard up. She expected a nasty surprise anytime. She mostly imagined that the infamous bodyguard would jump out at the last minute. But so far, nothing happened. They made their way into a larger room, covered in drapes and cushions. Fatima went to sit on them, while Kazai remained standing beside her. Fatima looked healthy, clean, and honestly at ease. Not the kind of situation you would expect to find someone kidnapped against her will.

"Now we can talk."

Solara was still mindful of her surroundings, but she was definitely interested in hearing the other side of the story, if only to humor the warlord while she bided her time.

"Fatima is the other half of my soul, you see. She was born in this body, and I hired the men to track her, find her and bring her to me so our souls could be reconnected."
"Her name is Isabella Moreau. She's an engineering student, and has family back in the States."
"No. That is her surface name. Her soul name is Fatima. I have brought her out of darkness and into love."

Fatima seemed to agree with everything Kazai was saying.

"You brainwashed her."
"No. Ask her."
"I can't. She'll say whatever you told her to say."
"No I won't," replied Fatima. "I am happy here. My husband treats me well, he has never raised his voice to me, and he has given me hope."

She rubbed her belly. Solara could not believe what she was hearing.

"You impregnated her."
"She is with child, yes. Glorious belly of woman."

This was all too much. Solara had to do something about it.

"I am leaving with her and you can't stop me."
"I will not stop you, for I cannot, but she does not want to leave. Do you take her against her will?"
"If I have to..."

Kazai seemed displeased.

"Then, I apologize, but I must protect my wife and her baby."

This is what Solara was expecting. The door behind her, where she had just come from, swung open. In walked this mountain of a man, wearing leather pants, topless muscled chest beyond definition, a black mask with a skull on it. He wore black leather gloves, rubbing his hands together.

"Sorei, defend my home and my wife and progeny."

This was going to be quite the battle, thought Solara.

End of part 3

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THE LAST ONE, part 4

Solara flared up, burning away the costume, revealing her full heroine suit. She was already  wearing the mask. Her energy ignited around her, sending heat waves across the room.  Fatima retreated behind Kazai, who himself backed them away and behind a support column.  Sorei's attitude betrayed no emotion. Kazai called out to Solara.

"You bring shame to yourself by denying the truth of Fatima. You spit on my house."
"She's Isabella..."

Sorei started dangling left and right, like a boxer in the ring. Solara decided that this was not a  fight she wanted to draw out. Reaching into her energy reserves, she blasted forth giant  flames directly on her enemy. The intensity of the heat ignited small strands on the edges of  the drapes. The flames died out, and Solara was stunned to see that her enemy had not  moved, not even budged. He had taken no damage. In fact, he seemed like he had braced  himself for the assault. She flew back into the air. He made one move in her direction. She  sent quick bolts of flame towards him. He swatted them away with his massive fists.

"Invulnerable much?" she asked.

He did not answer. He advanced on her again. She flew high across the room. She focused  the heat inside her to generate more flame. The temperature in the room increased still. Some  of the cushions, made from synthetic materials, started to melt.

Sorei raised his arms to his sides then, in a quick motion, slammed his large fists together,  generating a shockwave that hit Solara hard. She flew back into the wall, bumping her head  and shoulder blades. She yelled in pain. Sorei advanced towards her. She blasted flame into  his face. He placed his forearm in front of his eyes. She tried to take advantage and punch  him with a flaming fist in the gut. The punch connected but did no damage. He swatted away  at her, but she dodged to the left and away. Her back and head were hurting, but she still had  focus. Sorei turned around to face her.

This one was too tough, she thought. She needed to go overdrive, but Isabella and Kazai  were also in the room. Such a level of heat might kill them. Could she?

As she hesitated, Sorei prepared another thunderclap. Solara was ready, and this time, she  avoided the shockwave by veering up, close to the ceiling. Quickly, she thought of directional  heat. Aiming her hands forward, she pushed the heat out of her and into Sorei's face. The  heat was so intense it should have melted his mask, but nothing happened. The intensity of  the effort caused Solara to wobble in the air. Sorei did not need more opportunity. Jumping up,  he grabbed her ankle and, as he fell down, slammed her into the ground. She heard her  ankle break. She attempted to shake it off, but Sorei's massive fist buried itself inside her gut,  choking the air out of her. She attempted to blast him way, but the last move had drawn out  most of her heat. She was fading fast. One last attempt. Overdrive.

Reaching inside herself, she pulled at all her reserves, but she did not have time to finish.  Sorei's fist connected with her face, breaking her nose and her concentration, and knocking  her out almost completely. He was not done. He removed his foot, grabbed her by the neck  and punched her in the gut. He took hold of her left shoulder and twisted it. She heard it snap  and the pain overwhelmed her. Before she could faint, he grabbed her right and crushed the  bones with all his might. He then tossed her across the room where she splattered across the  floor, unresponsive, broken and beaten.

There was no emotion in Sorei's attitude. He turned to his master.

"You have done well, Sorei. Take her way and do with her as you wish, but keep her alive."

He bowed to his master and Fatima, then picked up Solara like a rag doll, her limp body  broken. He headed out the way he came, dragging her from the right wrist across the floor.  Kazai turned to his wife, caressing her belly.

"I am sorry you had to endure such a sight, Fatima."
"I understand its necessity, husband. I love you."

They kissed.

"But what of her? She will no doubt try again."
"That is doubtful. I have ideas for her, once Sorei is done with her."
"I trust you, husband."

They kissed again, then headed out of the room.

Solara awoke in a daze of pain. She felt every crack, every fracture very intensely. Her right ankle, her left shoulder, her right hand, all limp because of the injuries. She tasted blood. Her guts were torn up inside, she thought. Her head rang like a church bell. She could barely lift her head. She became very quickly aware, however, that she had been stripped of  everything, save for her left boot, left glove and mask. The room was cloaked in much  darkness. Only a single lantern lit it up. In the far corner, she saw the huge shape of Sorei, the  man who had beaten and broken her.

He stood up, and she immediately noticed his lack of pants, but more importantly, the massive engine dangling between his legs. At rest, it descended to just above his knee caps. She had seen and suffered big before, but this was among the largest, to be certain. As he neared her,  she saw it start to rise, menacing in its ominous size.

"Don't do this..."

He did not answer. She couldn't tear her eyes away. It was now achieving full growth. She  wondered what kind of genetics could provide a man with such a member.

"Wait... if you do that... you bring shame to yourself... That's what Kazai said."

Again, no answer. He placed the tip of it against her mouth and tried to push it in. It would never fit. He attempted to force her lips open by pressing against her cheeks, and while he  managed to do so, he only succeeded in inserting the tip against her tongue. Her teeth blocked the way. She barely had the will to hold the pose, unable to fight against his superior everything.

Still, there was no frustration from him. He simply backed off and turned his attention  elsewhere. He cupped her two breasts with one hand, squeezing them hard in a way that was neither pleasant nor stimulating.

"You're insane if you think you'll fit that down there..."

He pressed one finger against her pussy. She felt the rush of stimulation, but it was filled with dread. He was going to tear her in half. His finger was the size of a normal man's unit. It took him only moments to insert it inside her, unmindful of how it could injure her. She moaned with uncertainty, feeling the pleasure from the penetration but overwhelmed by the pain everywhere else. He slid his finger in and out of her, tearing into her like she was nothing. She groaned and moaned, edging between  stimulation and torture; his touch stimulated the fluids and the started to pour excessively, loosening her as he performed the horrid act. When he pulled it out at last completely, she breathed a sigh of relief. But he was far from done.

He picked her up by the neck. Her limbs flung about helplessly, even those not broken. He sat down on the stone slab where she had been laying, and sat her on top of his hard shaft. It didn't go in, at least not at first. She felt the tip against her clitoris. He rubbed against it, teasing her as much as it horrified her. This time,  pleasure overcame pain, and she moaned in delight. Still, she resisted.

“You can’t do this...”

Slowly, inch-by-inch, he made his way into her. Her pussy lips spreaded as far as they had ever. She wavered between the intense pull of the stretching and the powerful excitement it generated as it touched her insides. He filled her up completely, moreso than anything she remembered. He let go of her neck and grabbed her with both hands by the waist. She was facing him, his emotionless stare on her. He started sliding her up and down on him. The sensation was  impossible for her to describe, a mix between the greatest feeling and the worst trauma. She was his fuck-toy; he was screwing herself with her limp form. This went on forever, a slow steady pace, never rushed, always long strides up and down his giant dick. Drool was coming out of Solara's mouth as she was losing grip on reality.

Eventually, he stopped what he was doing, pulling her completely off of him.  He turned her around so she faced the other way, then he slid her back onto himself, and  proceeded to hasten the pace. She moaned, drooled, wobbled and flayed about, her broken body completely unresponsive.

Suddenly, without warning or bother for her own releas, he exploded inside her. It leaked out all over as he kept pumping more and more of his juices into her, never making a sound, until there was no more to come out.  He let her remain  there, on top of him, a shadow of her former self.

Elsewhere inside the fortress, warlord Kazai was entertaining his guest by showing him  Sorei's performance with Solara. The guest in question a black man wearing a white business  suit, admired the spectacle.

"Your bodyguard is quite the item. I would be interested in him as well."
"Sorei is loyal only to me, but the heroine, she is yours. Consider it payment for finding my wife's host body for me."
"Of course, warlord. We are here for our customers."

Kazai was pleased with the arrangement. He turned off the screen.

"By sheer curiosity, sir White, what do you plan to do with the heroine?"
"Well, I do have a buyer lined up, but I think I'll lend her to some of my guys for a while. Just for fun."

Not that Kazai minded. She had dishonored his home and wife, and unborn child. She had brought this on herself.

*** EPILOGUE ***

Ryan Clay and his delta-force operatives were at the rendez-vous point since 1400 hours. It  was now almost 1800 hours. His second-in-command, peering into the binoculars, was  getting impatient.

"Dammit, commander, why hasn't she come out?"
"I don't know, soldier... I just don't know."

There was barely any activity registering on site. Satellite revealed nothing, no heat sources,  nothing that could explain the lack of contact with Solara. Ryan was also worried, but unlike  his men, he knew the details of her mission, and he knew there was a possibility of failure. Still,  he had to wait for the time to expire.

"That was some fuckfest, hey commander?" another soldier sneered.
"A little respect, soldier. She may be dead in there."

The soldier lowered his head in shame. The clock hit 1800 hours.

"Dammit," the commander said. "We can't stay here anymore. We need to get out."
"And leave her here? That's not cool."
"Yeah, what happened to not leaving a man behind?"
"She's not a man..."

The call was cold, but it was the right call given the situation. The delta-forces operatives  starting backing out of the zone. Ryan was the last to leave his post, but his mind was on  Solara - and on their passionate affair. His soldier was right. It had been quite a fuckfest.

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THE END... for now.