Chapter 3: Building Tension
It's over. Jun lies broken, face-down among rubble and broken concrete. Her tattered suit barely contains the womanly and provocative flesh beneath it. Everything hurts.
"Stupid slut," one of henchmen says. "I can't believe that's all the fight she had in her." He spits on her face, then turns his back to her. He and his buddies turn back to their work, quickly and silently deploying satchel charges around the premises.
Jun's never felt so broken. So alone. She can't let this happen. She can't...
"Wait," she croaks from lips caked with dust and blood. She tries to move. Her limbs shake. She can barely believe what she's doing.
The henchman in the blue bandana turns to her. He stares down at her with something between malice and genuine pity.
"Wait," she repeats. She struggles up, bracing herself on wobbling arms and legs that will barely move. "Wait," she pleads. "Don't."
"Don't what?" asks the criminal. "Don't blow these charges? How exactly are you going to stop us, bitch?"
"No," whimpers Jun. "No." She shakes her head. "Don't..."
She takes a deep breath. "Please. Don't leave me alone."
Jun looks up at the henchman, her voice cracking under the weight of desperation. Slowly, she lifts her head to meet his gaze, her eyes streaming with tears. "Am I... am I not beautiful enough? Am I not deserving of your touch? Am I not desirable, even broken, humiliated, unable to resist? Is that still not enough to make me beautiful to you?" Her voice becomes shrill as a fire of hysteria overtakes her. "Am I not beautiful enough for you? Please, please just show me that I don't have to be alone. Please. I'm begging you.
"Touch me. Ravage me. Hurt me. Do whatever you want. Just don't leave me alone."
Blue Bandana regards her for a moment, his gaze shifting between amusement and curiosity. Of course he'd considered the notion; her muffled yelps and sensual grunts as they systematically dismantled her had filled his mind with all sorts of delicious fantasies. But for professionals, work comes before pleasure. But usually this kind of pleasure doesn't come crawling on hands and knees, begging to be indulged.
The other henchmen snicker. "You sure about that, sweetheart?" Blue asks, torn between his arousal and something that might be mistaken for compassion.
Jun's lips tremble. "Yes." She can hardly believe the words that are coming out of her mouth. It's like a stranger's voice, spoken through her lips. She struggles to her feet, leaning heavily against the wall for support. Her heart hammers in her chest, but there's no turning back now.
Blue Bandana grins wickedly, relishing every second of her humiliation. The way she looks, all blood and shredded costume and dying dignity. The curvaceous body barely contained by the threads of spandex fighting a losing battle against indecency. The trembling woman, barely able to crawl, beads of tears and sweat and blood trickling down her hung head and dripping to the rubble at her feet.
Her once proud wings, now shards of metal, lay crumpled and twisted around her. She knows what they plan to do to her. To destroy everything she stands for. But right now, she doesn't care. All she wants is someone else, anyone else, to share this lonely darkness with her.
Blue Bandana steps forward, slowly approaching Jun. "You get all that?" he asks his fellow goons. A few of them hold up their phones and give a thumbs-up. "Good. Boss'll love to see all this." He turns back to the woman slumped against the wall. "Now. Jun," he says. He pulls out a switchblade, holds the flat of the blade to her neck. Her pulse pounds under the blade. "You know how bad we can hurt you, right?" Blue Bandana asks, tracing the tip of the knife along her jawline. Jun nods, a tear sliding down her cheek. "We could break you. We could kill you. You get that right, you crazy bitch?" He slides the blade down, catches some loose threads holding her suit together. Pulls. A breast breaks free and bounces; limp and soft as the woman attached to it.
Her head still hanging, shoulders slumped, Jun reaches a hand into her panties. In answer, she withdraws her hand, wet with her own sex. Tenderly, trembling, she presses it to blue's lips. "Anything," she says hoarsely. "Anything. Do whatever you want. I'll take anything. Just make me feel again. Just make me feel like I'm wanted. Beautiful. Make me feel desired, and you can have me however you want."
Jun speaks those words without blinking, despite the cold steel of the knife tracing the outline of her tender breast. "Do whatever you want to me. Anything."
Blue Bandana looks at Jun, his eyes wide, full of hunger and lust. His friends gather around him, recording every second of this surreal spectacle. It's a rare opportunity indeed - a captured super hero, begging to be used however they wished.
"What do you say boys?" Blue asks his comrades.
There's a murmur of agreement. "Let's hear it then," his buddy smirks, giving Jun's right nipple a cruel twist. She winces and lets out a hoarse cry.
The pain is excruciating but feels strangely liberating, like a release of tension she didn't realize was there. The feeling of being taken apart piece by piece makes her feel exposed, vulnerable, and oddly elated.
Blue Bandana looks at Jun with burning intensity. His grip tightens around her throat, cutting off her air supply. Her eyes bulge as she gasps for breath, her body arching uncontrollably against his grip. She accepts it all, the pain and the humiliation, the helplessness. The part of a victim. Her pussy clenches and releases involuntarily even as she begins to drown in despair.
The men encircle her, taking her in from every angle as she leans, panting, against the wall. Her tattered outfit, her heaving breasts, the sweat and blood and dirt smudging her perfect form; they're like raw meat before hungry beasts.