"Okay, take over to the equipment barn," said Mozzarella. "She'll be out for at least eight hours. You boys can do whatever you want with her. Just remember to give her another dose around midnight and have her at the cut in Doberman Road by 7 o'clock tomorrow morning."

After Mozzarella left, the men hauled the unconscious SG out the back door and loaded her into a panel truck. Two men got in with her, two others got into the cab, and a car followed.

"She's fucking amazing," said the man driving the car. "I jabbed her as hard as I could and it didn't leave a mark."

"You was using the wrong implement," said his partner. "You was using a knife, in her belly. When we get to the barn, I'll show you the proper procedure. What's she needs is a prick. In her pussy."

They laughed.

In the van, meanwhile, the two men with SG had gotten a head start. They fucked her ass and her pussy serially and simultaneously. They decided serially was easier and more fun.



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It was cool and blustery, and the sun was still low on the horizon when SG's nemeses gathered beside the big rectangular hole in Doberman Road. The surface had been stripped away, and even some of the bedrock beneath had been drilled, hammered and removed. What was left, nearly two feet below the surface of the surrounding road, was a 28-square-foot patch of jagged, corrugated rock.

Several in the small gathering were drinking steaming coffee from cardboard cups. They talked quietly, awaiting the guest of honor.

Soon, a panel truck pulled up. The driver and a passenger went around the back and opened the door. Two men inside were holding SG upright. She was naked, except for a steel collar around her neck, and her wrists were tied behind her. Her head lolled back and forth as the men handled her.

"We'll take her," said the driver.

"Why bother?" said one of the men holding SG. "Step back." He and his companion gave SG a shove, and she fell with a thud face forward onto the road.

"Time for farewells," said the driver, lifting her to her knees by a ring attached to her collar.

The little group gathered round her. Toopermann slipped a hand under SG's chin and lifted her head.

"Are you awake, dear?" she asked. "What a shame, I do think she's unconscious and will miss the festivities."

"I can take care of that," said Mozzarella. He stuck a small bottle under SG's nose and her eyes suddenly flickered open.

"It's a powerful stimulant," he explained. "She'll be conscious til we put her under."

Oscar Ungtjur reached out and brushed her hair from her face.

"She's quite beautiful. I can see why she got you so excited, Louie."

Louie grunted. "I wish I'd never met her," he muttered.

"And I'm sure that, by now, she sincerely wishes she had never met you," said the police chief.

Regina, who had held back when the others crowded around SG, now pushed her way forward. "I hate you," she cried, kicking SG savagely in the groin. "You seduced me."

"Now, now," said Toopermann, gently pulling Regina away. "She seduced so many of us, with her beauty and vulnerability. But the fact is, she's only a common little trollop, superpowers or no."

"Okay, we've got a job to do," said Mozzarella, "and if we keep this road closed too long, people are going to start wondering."

He gestured for all but the road crew to pull back. Then he nodded to his men. One cut the cords that held SG's wrists. Others moved in big power tools and drilled into the exposed rock. Within a few minutes, four strong steel bolts had been driven deep into the rock. To each bolt was attached a short length of chain and, at the end of the chain, a steel shackle.

Two men dragged SG to the edge of the cut in the road. She looked down, realized what awaited her, and struggled to break free.

She almost succeeded. One of her captors toppled backward and fell onto the rock. The other could barely keep his hold on her wrist.

But the odds against her were overwhelming, and Mozzarella himself tipped the balance, yanking her head back while others held her, and sticking a vial of krypton into her left nostril.

Then, when she again went limp, they laid her on her belly on the rough rock and spread her arms and legs. The rock under her pelvis was slightly elevated, tilting her pudenda upward. The men secured her wrists and ankles with the shackles.

"Don't all these restraints seem like overkill?" Oscar Ungtjur asked.

"I know my business," Mozzarella said sharply. Then one of the men handed him a wooden box. He opened it and took out a large, studded dildo. It was made of an almost translucent green material. He knelt, and as two men pulled the lips of her pussy apart, he shoved it in. Her body trembled.

"We're not taking any chances," explained Mozzarella.

"What's that supposed to do," asked Louie, "give her an orgasm til she breaks free or dies?"

"No, Louie, it's supposed to keep her from breaking free," Mozzarella said, with a note of growing impatience. "The device I inserted into her vagina is made of kryptonite, the substance Miss Toopermann was so skeptical about. It will be slowly absorbed by her body. Our technical people estimate it will last 17 years."

Heavy equipment had moved in. A layer of gravel was dumped over SG by truck.

Then came a layer of hot asphalt. Finally, a big roller smoothed out the new patch until it was level with the rest of the road.

SG was now bolted to bedrock beneath a foot of paving material.

"Will she feel anything?" Louie asked. "I'd like her to feel pain."

"You're quite a guy," said Mozzarella. "A real credit to your family and your college. How the fuck do I know what she'll feel? Kryptonite doesn't do a thing for me."

"I'd like to think she'll be conscious," said Toopermann. "At least part of the time. I'm sure she'll feel something when big trucks pass over her body, pressing that poisonous green phallus deeper inside her."

"Perhaps so," said Mozzarella. "I just hope she stays out of our way for 17 years."

Toopermann gave a sudden, cruel laugh.

"Eighteen years," she said. "I knew that sounded familiar! Little Sallie Gale has become a blonde cicada!"

"What the fuck's a cicada?" asked Louie.

"A bug that lives most of its life underground," said his uncle. "And emerges after 17 years to mate."

"And to die," Toopermann added mirthfully.

Louie thought this over, then said, "I hope I'm around to accommodate her on both counts."