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Part two: Cruz Control
By Lady Jane
“This is Detective Cruz, 1:30 am check in… still nothing to report.”
Detective Sasha Cruz had become one of Capital City’s top officers, a real hero-cop, but tonight she was parked in a cold car, staking out some dive bar, waiting for a suspect. She wouldn’t tell anyone it was an assignment beneath her but she definitely considered it to be. Her elevated status and public attention was the result of several factors. She had of course been pivotal in several huge busts lately. The fact that she was Latin and female made her a P.R. bonanza for the notoriously segregated Capital City PD so they were more than happy to get her in front of as many cameras as possible. Also the fact that she was beautiful with a sexy body gave her mass appeal to civilian men and women alike…whether they wanted to be her or fuck her!
However what nobody knew, not even her department colleagues, is why she had been so pivotal in those huge busts. Sasha had adopted a vigilante-alter ego and had been moonlighting as a super heroine calling herself Noir Vixen! Frustrated with so many restrictions, inter-department politics, street politics and legal loop holes Sasha had created Noir Vixen so she could work outside the system and get some real results. So far it had been working too! The fame and renown she had garnered for herself since was just an unexpected perk but one she was more than ready to take full advantage of!
However, she still ended up on the occasional late night stake out, bored stiff, waiting for a suspect who would probably never even show up.
Suddenly Det. Cruz noticed a black SUV pull up down the street a ways. A large group of men climbed out and Sasha quickly pulled out a pair of night-vision binoculars. The group was made up of four men; three were unremarkable enough, common thugs, but the fourth she recognized instantly. He was wearing fatigues and combat boots with a sleeveless leather vest and hood: The Bounty Hunter! He was a notorious villain, always in the mix when something big was going down but never tied directly to anything or anyone. Sasha knew right away whereever he was, trouble (big trouble) would likely be close by.
As always she had brought her Noir Vixen costume and gear along with tonight. Maybe it was time the Bounty Hunter was tied to something and actually went down for it!
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“I’ll call you later!” Click.
Kylie Tyler stared at her cell phone for a moment, confused. Her older sister Jordin was not always the most normal woman to talk to but that call was strange even for her. Right away she began to suspect Jordin was in some kind of trouble but what? Kylie secretly knew that her sister was the super heroine called Victory (although Jordin did not know she knew) so really it could be anything!
Kylie rolled off the bed where she had been studying and ran to her closet. Glimpsing herself in the full-length mirror there she paused and thought of her sister. She was shorter than Jordin by a few inches and had a much more curvaceous figure. Growing up she had always felt like the “fat sister” but now that she was 18, Kylie had grown to appreciate her body’s differences. For starters her breasts had filled out to a nice plump C-cup (a full size bigger than Jordin’s) and because she worked out and kept her stomach tight, Kylie had that perfect hourglass figure. However, thanks to celebrities like Beyonce and Kim Kardashian, her plump round booty was quickly becoming her favorite feature!
“Focus Kylie,” she admonished herself. “Jordin could be in real danger!”
Kylie quickly pulled on a snug pair of jeans and a loose sweatshirt and ran out of the house, barely pausing to tie her shoes. She had to get over to Jack’s as quickly as possible. As it turned out, Kylie had her own secret life. Her studies would just have to wait until she knew her sister was safe!
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“I’m not sure I like this deal boss,” Ron said.
“At what point do you think I started taking your opinions under consideration?” Bounty Hunter scoffed.
“I don’t expect you to,” Ron said. “I’m just saying. Once we start messing with these damn heroines… they’re all going to come at us eventually.”
“And?” Hunter was giving him an icy glare.
“And…” Ron cleared his throat and chose his next words very carefully. “I just hope we’re getting appropriately reimbursed for the added risk.”
“Grow a set, you punk,” Bounty Hunter growled. “Maybe I’ll reimburse you for that. Alexia Black is paying big for Victory’s belt… any added danger, well to me that’s half the fun.”
“Fine boss,” Ron sighed.
The Bounty Hunter opened a secret compartment in the wall, inside was a small safe. From his pocket he took the silver belt they had taken from the super heroine Victory and put it in.
“If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes,” said a woman’s voice. “I’m not sure I’d believe it.”
The four men in the small room turned. Standing in the doorway was a black haired woman wearing a black mask. She was not very tall and had a tight, shapely frame. She was wearing black leather boots that came almost to her knees and a black spandex bodysuit, which clung deliciously to every one of her vivacious curves. There was a gold utility belt around her waist. Her breasts seemed modestly sized and there was a gold “X” on the suit between them. She was also wearing a brown trench coat, almost as if it were a cape. She put her hands on her hips and stared them down.
“How were you four losers able to subdue the mighty Victory and steal her belt?” the woman finished in a sexy Latin accent.
“Who the hell are you?” Bounty Hunter asked. “And not us four, just me really.”
“I am Noir Vixen,” she declared.
“Listen boss, I don’t wanna say I told you so but…” Ron began.
“I’ll make you a deal,” she went on confidently. “Give me Victory’s belt and tell me what you did with her and I’ll wait till next time our paths cross to throw you in jail for the rest of your lives.”
“And plan B?” Hunter scoffed.
“Plan B is,” she said grinning. “I make you pay for whatever you’ve done with her!”
“That sounds like more fun,” the Bounty Hunter said.
“My thoughts exactly,” Noir Vixen chuckled, assuming a battle ready stance.
“Boys,” Bounty Hunter said eagerly. “Get her!”
Noir Vixen almost grinned as the goons moved in. The first two attacked her predictably throwing big looping punches. She avoided them easily and retaliated with lightening quickness! She caught the first thug with a roundhouse kick, staggering him! A palm thrust to the throat stunned the second. Then she turned back to the first with a vicious hook across the jaw. Noir Vixen did not have super powers but she moved with such fluidity and grace it could have been a choreographed dance. Two common thugs stood no chance. Next she stomped the back of the other’s leg bringing him to one knee. A spinning elbow finally dropped the first thug. Without missing a beat she spun back with a kick blasting the kneeling thug right in the face! Both collapsed almost in unison.
Quite pleased with herself, the heroine turned to the two remaining men, the thug named Ron and Bounty Hunter. Ron looked unsure but beneath his dark hood Noir Vixen could see a grin on Bounty Hunter’s face. They advanced slowly, moving out to either side of her. Suddenly Ron drew a pistol. Noir Vixen stepped in too quickly, in one fluid motion she grabbed his wrist, turning the gun out and away, and spun in with an elbow to the side of the face. Ron groaned and dropped the gun.
Bounty Hunter came at her with a straight punch then. She blocked it, surprised a little by his strength, and retaliated with a palm strike to his massive chest. He grunted and fell back a single step. Suddenly Ron grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. Bounty Hunter moved quickly lunging forward and punching her in the stomach. Noir Vixen gasped as the breath exploded out of her! Bounty Hunter moved as quickly and smoothly as she had with the 2 goons. He rifled a punched into her chest! Then just as quickly a second! Pain shook her body as he attacked her breasts! She was surprised when she could not break Ron’s grip. As Bounty Hunter viciously pounded her breasts all Noir Vixen could do was squirm helplessly in the thug’s grasp.
As Hunter drew back for another punch though, she kicked desperately and caught him under the chin. He grunted again and his head snapped up but when he looked back at her he was smiling. He lunged again, throwing a punch right at her face! Noir Vixen moved quickly, slipping her arms out of the coat and ducking under the punch! She squared up with them again.
Damn he’s strong, Noir Vixen thought holding her throbbing breasts.
“Not so cocky now eh bitch?” he taunted as if sensing her hesitation.
“Arrogance is for your kind not mine,” she quipped.
Ron chuckled throwing her coat on the ground. He pulled a small bottle and a rag out of his pockets. When he dumped the bottle on the rag, Noir Vixen smelled chloroform! They came at her slowly.
Noir Vixen went on the offensive! She stepped forward with a roundhouse kick that caught Ron in the stomach, he stumbled backwards. Then she came at Bounty Hunter with a flurry of punches. He backpedaled as well, nimbly dodging her smooth, perfectly thrown punches. He fired back with an uppercut that caught the heroine on the chin. The blow rocked Noir Vixen! She stumbled backwards into a waiting Ron. Right away his thick arms wrapped around her, and that rag covered her nose and mouth!
Instantly she began to feel light headed, she held her breath and flailed wildly. Ron could not hold on. She slipped away and threw an elbow backwards hard. Ron groaned. Bounty Hunter lunged forward catching her with glancing blow. Noir Vixen fired back but he ducked then stepped forward. He came so quick she was not ready for his attack and drove his knee right into her crotch!
Noir Vixen cried out in pain and surprise! She dropped to her knees holding her soft spot. Suddenly Ron was on top of her again, the chloroform rag pressed firmly over her nose and mouth and he locked one arm behind her back with his own.
Panic welled in our heroine as she took a deep breath of chloroform! She reached up and pulled at the hand holding the rag but the thug was too strong. He leaned his considerable weight over her trapping Noir Vixen on her knees. The chloroform took quick effect! Her head spinning, Noir vixen tried to fight it but she was quickly overwhelmed and slipped into unconsciousness.
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Kylie Jordin burst through Jack’s front door! In his chair at the computer desk Jack jumped and frantically began minimizing. Kylie was clearly frazzled and distressed.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Downstairs,” she ordered and started towards the basement.
Jack followed, awkwardly zipping up his pants as he went.
Jack’s basement was actually a sterile laboratory. He had lots of equipment and another computer. There was also a freestanding cabinet. Kylie went straight to it, throwing the doors open. Jack was a brilliant young man; he conducted experiments that had gotten him kicked out of high school. However he had stumbled upon a concoction that when consumed gave the drinker super powers: among them enhanced strength, speed and reflexes. After accidentally drinking it one night, Kylie discovered these properties and a new heroine was born; Mega Babe!
“I’ll need all the potion you have,” she said frantically. She had a small duffel bag and was pulling garments out of the cabinet and stuffing them in.
“It’s not a potion,” Jack grumbled. “You make me sound like a D&D nerd when you say that. It’s an extremely potent biologic stimulant…”
“I don’t have time today, Jack,” Kylie said curtly. “My sister may be in trouble!”
“You mean… Victory?” Jack stammered. “What kind of trouble could she be in? Why with her magic belt she’s even stronger than Mega Babe!”
“Well let’s hope I’ll still be strong enough to rescue her!” Kylie said.
“Well I’ve only got two vials of stimulant left,” Jack said dismayed. “The new batch is still curing.”
Kylie paused, apprehension written across her face. The effects of each dose lasted only around an hour. She snatched the two vials Jack held out to her and ran up the stairs.
“It’ll have to do!” she decided.
“Good luck,” he called after her but she was already out the front door again.
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Noir Vixen came to with her face pressed against the carpet. Powerful hands pulled her arms behind her and bound her wrists with rope. In her dazed state our heroine did not even try to resist. She realized next that her ankles had already been bound together. As she regained her bearings she pulled against the binds but the rope was too strong! Dread clutched her as Bounty Hunter and Ron stood over her. She gazed up at them, realizing they were talking to each other and had not realized she was waking up.
“I know this bitch,” Ron was saying. “Noir Vixen was responsible for putting a few of my friends away last year, I want her!”
“Diego got his shot at Victory,” Hunter was saying. “So I guess this one’s yours.”
“Besides don’t you have a date with our buyer,” Ron said.
“Yep,” Bounty Hunter agreed. “And patience is not one of her virtues. Sure you can handle things here?”
“Count on it.”
As they talked the heroine reached for her utility belt. There was a small blade in one of the pouches if she could only reach… Suddenly a boot blasted her in the stomach! All the air left her lungs in a rush and Noir Vixen gasped for breath. Ron squatted next to her.
“Not so fast,” he admonished, unbuckling her belt.
“No…” Noir Vixen moaned as he pulled it off and tossed it away to the side.
“Yes,” he growled, leaning to get right in her face. “And it’s going to get much, much worse.”
She recoiled from his hot breath and gruff visage. He straightened and kicked her in the stomach again! Then again! Noir Vixen groaned and her sexy body shuddered with each blow. She groaned as he kicked her again and rolled onto her side, gasping.
“I told you these heroines would be worth the trouble,” BH said grinning.
Noir Vixen watched him open the safe and take out Victory’s belt. He even gave her a wink as he left the small office. Suddenly it began to settle on our heroine what kind of trouble she was really in! Captured, beaten and bound, now completely at the mercy of this thug Ron.
As he turned back to her, she rolled onto her back. She tried to kick up at him, to get a good angle or at least scoot around to keep him from getting one at her. Ron laughed at her weak attempts. He grabbed the rope binding her ankles and began dragging her across the floor. Noir Vixen was pulled along helplessly; the thug did not even struggle with her weight. She was dragged over to the desk where he hauled her to a standing position. The heroine looked up at him defiantly and spit!
Ron wiped it away with a chuckle. Then he rocked her with a powerful punch. Noir Vixen fell across the desk, gritting her teeth against the pain. She was pulled forward again, into the same position. Before she even had a chance for defiance, another crushing blow stuck her. Again Noir Vixen fell over the desk. Grabbing her arm, Ron yanked her back to stand before him. Without a word, he clenched his fist and drove it into her stomach! The heroine gasped and doubled over. She felt his hand coil itself in her thick hair and pull her back straight. Only so he could drive another vicious blow into her vulnerable stomach. This time she crumpled to her knees, gasping.
“Aren’t you gonna scream?” Ron asked, something like anticipation in his voice.
“N-not… for you,” Noir Vixen responded.
“We’ll see.”
Again he grabbed a handful of hair and yanked our heroine to her feet. His free hand produced a switchblade, and with a flick of his wrist released the gleaming blade. Fear clutched the proud heroine as he lifted the blade to her face, running it down her soft cheek. She bit her lip, swallowing a frightened whimper before it could escape her lips. Noir Vixen would not give this man such satisfaction! He traced the blade downward, running its keen edge over her firm breasts. He circled directly over her concealed nipple with the sharp tip on each breast, causing her breath to catch in her throat.
“What are you waiting for,” she snarled defiantly. “Just go ahead and cut me!”
Ron half smiled and that expression seemed more unnerving to the heroine than any other expression he could have offered. He slid the knife’s blade further down, over her stomach and down her groin. Noir Vixen could not suppress a shudder as the tip lingered teasingly on her soft spot. Then it slid down her inner thigh, seeming in slow motion. Ron’s patience was also unnerving.
Finally he reached her ankles and cut the rope binding them. Noir Vixen was shocked. She instantly started to throw a kick aimed straight at Ron’s head. He ducked it with unexpected anticipation. The momentum of her own kick spun Noir Vixen to face the desk and she was instantly thrown down on it! Ron’s weight pressed over her, and with her arms bound tightly behind her back, she was again completely trapped. His rough hand clamped firmly on the back of her neck, holding her face against the wood of the desk. His weight receded somewhat, and she bucked against him but was held fast.
“Now, you are a sexy one,” Ron sighed. “Diego can have that skinny bitch Victory. I’ll take a sexy salsa mommy like you any day! That accent… this ass!”
“Take your hands off me!” she demanded, trying to sound authoritative.
Noir Vixen knew how she must look bent over the desk. Her plump Latin booty thrust up, glistening in her skintight uniform. Then she felt his rough hand on her ass. He rubbed it slowly, squeezing each firm cheek. He had big hands and he squeezed hard. Revulsion washed over our heroine as the thug enjoyed her sexy ass. Suddenly he slapped it! The blow and surprise jolted Noir Vixen and she almost cried out. Ron grumbled and spanked her again. Harder. He spanked her hard enough our heroine grunted with each strike, but no more. The punishment continued, becoming more brutal. Still she refused to cry out, even when she wanted to.
“Hit me as hard as you want,” Noir Vixen gasped when Ron paused. “I’m not going to scream. Not for you!”
“Maybe it’s not how hard I’ll hit you,” Ron said slowly, gears turning. “But where…”
Suddenly he kicked her feet apart, creating a sexy V between her shapely legs. He kept her bent forward and before the heroine could even brace herself, he drove his knee into her soft spot! Pain exploded all throughout her body, and Noir Vixen gasped in shock. He did it again. Then again! Her entire body shuddered in agony and the proud heroine realized she could not take any more.
“Please stop,” she whimpered.
“Not till I get what I want,” Ron growled and kneed her again!
Noir Vixen screamed! Pain washed over the heroine, breaking her will and her resolve. Ron kneed her once more. Again the heroine screamed! Satisfied Ron stepped back, pulling her off the desk. Noir Vixen crumpled to the floor, every one of her sexy curves trembling.
“That’s more like it,” he said.
Battered and shaking with pain, Noir Vixen could not stand or fight. She did manage to crawl a little bit away from him, any distance being welcome.
“Fine,” she groaned. “So I screamed,” all the defiance was gone from her voice. “Can’t you let me go now?”
“Not by a long shot,” Ron snarled. “Get comfortable, it’s going to be a long night. And I think… first lets see who’s under that mask.”
Frantically the heroine tried to crawl away. Ron squatted beside her.
“No, please,” she begged. “No, you mustn’t!” Noir Vixen tried to turn her face away, whip her head around, anything to keep this from happening. She could not. Bound and beaten, the heroine was helpless as the thug pulled off her mask!
“NO!” she cried.
“Holy shit!” Ron exclaimed. “Sasha Cruz? Goddamn Detective Sasha Cruz! You’re Noir Vixen?”
“Oh gawd…” the exposed heroine moaned.
“This is even better than I hoped!” Ron laughed.
He rolled her onto her back. In her despair the heroine did not resist. The switchblade whipped towards her face and Noir Vixen recoiled but she was not cut. Instead he tugged on her suit and sliced it open.
“No!” Noir Vixen cried as the blade slid down her torso. “Stop!”
Ron ignored her of course. He cut the entire front of her suit open! Then he continued to tear at it, exposing the smooth moca skin of her sexy stomach. Underneath the suit she was wearing a black sports bra. He yanked on the ruined suit, tugging it down off her shoulders. Noir Vixen squirmed but had nowhere to go. She was rolled effortlessly onto her stomach as the thug continued yanking on her suit. With her face pressed into the carpet she could only hear as he cut at the suit to remove it without untying her. Shortly she was flipped again to her back as he pulled the remnants of the suit over her shapely hips, exposing the black boy-short panties she wore. Finally he pulled them down her toned, sexy legs, exposing the smooth skin. He cut around the tops of her boots and straightened, holding her shredded uniform over her.
The night air was cool and Noir Vixen shivered a little, although it was more from the thought of being stripped and exposed by this man. He tossed the suit away and grabbed a handful of hair. Our heroine was hauled to her knees with a groan. Her stomach churned as Ron began to put his big hands all over her exposed flesh.
“Get your hands off me,” she moaned. Noir Vixen squirmed and twisted but Ron held her firmly. He rifled a single punch across her jaw. She did not pass out but her head lolled and she slumped into his grip.
Ron’s hands crawled over her stomach, giving her chills. Finally they reached her breasts and cupped them. He squeezed them, testing. Under the sports bra they were firm and full! His fingers curled under the bra and he yanked up! Her breasts burst forth into the cool air, they were full D-cups, their true size having been hidden by the practical sports bra. Humiliation washed over the heroine.
Ron grabbed the plump melons with fervor and excitement! He began to knead and grope them. Our heroine moaned as she was molested. Her dark nipples hardened and the thug gave them a rough twist, drawing a pained whimper from Noir Vixen. His groping sent unwelcome tingles running down her abdomen. Her heart raced as his hot breath blew across her face and his intensity climbed.
“No please,” she begged, “Don’t do this.”
Suddenly he stopped. For a moment the heroine let herself hope this was over. Then she was again yanked to her feet by her hair. Ron moved her deliberately and quickly enough that she did not have time or opportunity to resist. With one arm he cleared the desk and then shoved her back over it. Noir Vixen hit the now familiar wood with a groan. She shuddered to think what the thug was thinking with her in that position again. Plump ass thrust up, boy-short panties giving it a perfect heart shape, long, sexy legs bare now, even though it was just a thin piece of material she felt so much more vulnerable without her uniform.
Ron’s hands were on her then. Rubbing her ass, then sliding up and down the backs of her thighs. His touch sent a chill through her and Noir Vixen shuddered. Then one hand slid up over her booty to the small of her back and the other slid up her inner thigh and began to rub her pussy.
“Ohhh gaaawwd,” the heroine mewled as unwelcome tingles danced over her body. “No…”
Ron grunted his approval and rubbed a little faster. Noir Vixen broke out in a sweat and her heart began to race. She tried to close her legs, anything to resist, but he simply kicked her feet back apart. He rubbed quicker, pressing a little more firmly. The heroine trembled, biting her lip to suppress a moan as unwanted arousal washed over her. Shame welled in her as her pussy grew wet and her body’s betrayal began. His tempo increased and despite herself Noir Vixen let out a soft, shuddery moan.
“You like that doncha,” Ron chuckled, pressing a little harder.
“N-oh ah… N-no…” Noir Vixen stammered.
“Maybe you’ll like this,” he said. Nimbly his fingers pulled aside her panties and dove into her cunt!
“AAAAHHH!” the heroine cried out.
“I thought so you slut!”
He was not gentle. Ron slammed his thick fingers in and out at a fast pace. Noir Vixen jerked and shook, groaning as her body gave itself over to the stimulation.
“Oh oh oh oh oh,” the heroine cried out with each thrust, she could not stop herself.
The thug laughed and pushed his tempo further.
“Aaaaagh!” she cried out as the thug forced her to orgasm.
The heroine slumped limply over the desk, breathing hard. Her body felt tingly all over, her head spun and her stomach churned at the though of what had just happened.
Noir Vixen vaguely heard the click of the switchblade. Suddenly her arms were free. She moved to push herself up but she just felt weak as a kitten. Ron helped, flipping her onto her back. Her full breast heaved up and down as she struggled to get her bearings. Ron ran his hands over her thighs and up her abdomen.
“Oh…ah!” she moaned as he groped and flicked her breasts.
Noir Vixen tried to push his hands away, but Ron grabbed her wrists and pulled them over her head. The heroine writhed and struggled to pull her arms free but could not. Ron leaned over her and began rubbing her pussy again. Noir Vixen squirmed as moaned, unable to resist. His gruff face was only inches from her own, his breath repugnant. Her breathing came in short gasps, her body’s betrayal absolute.
Ron pressed his lips against hers. His tongue probed, trying to part her lips. She tried to turn her head but he only clamped down even more. Suddenly he jammed his fingers into her pussy sharply. It hurt but also sent a rush of tingles up her chest. Overwhelmed the heroine started to cry out only to find her mouth filled with his tongue. He thrust and wriggled and Noir Vixen kissed him back, helplessly giving herself over to the violation.
Ron stepped back with broad smile. Utterly defeated Noir Vixen lay across the desk, her sexy body trembling as the thug positioned himself between her legs. He hooked his fingers in her panties and slid them off exposing her shaved pussy.
“UUUUUHHHHHGG!!” our heroine groaned as Ron stuffed his cock into her! Her glistening body shuddered, and a dull ache crept across her. He must have been huge! His first thrust stretched her, as did his second. Noir Vixen whined and writhed as she was fucked. Her body continued it’s betrayal and she quickly could not resist the urges. The heroine began to roll her sexy hips, falling into rhythm with each thrust.
Ron howled in victory and delight and raised the tempo! She gasped and cried out, unable to stop her body from matching him. Despite herself she grabbed his arms, pulling herself closer and hooked her legs around his thighs.
“I own you now slut,” he said between grunts. “I own you!”
“Ohohohoh…” Noir Vixen had no reply. It was true enough. She had been beaten, bound and finally fucked like a cheap whore!
“AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” she screamed as another unwanted orgasm rushed over her!
Ron doubled his tempo, pounding away. Noir Vixen fell back, waves of pleasure (and revulsion) washed over her as the thug fucked her even harder! She gasped and moaned with every thrust, her sexy body shaking as another orgasm rocked her.
Finally Ron stepped back. Breathing hard. Our heroine gasped and sobbed, her full chest heaving. She was splayed out, naked and trembling. Utterly defeated, the rape had been bad, her body’s betrayal (liking it) was even worse. Her head was already spinning and when she glanced towards Ron, he had the chloroform rag again. He pressed it firmly over her face.
She gagged and trembled as the chloroform took effect but she almost welcomed the darkness as she passed out.
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There was an almost blinding light as Noir Vixen awoke. Everything was still hazy and she could not get her bearings. She knew whatever was happening she had to escape! It was hard to remember what she was even escaping at first. Oh yes… that thug Ron!
Noir Vixen began to pull and twist but found she was once again bound. This time she was sitting on a steel chair, wrists bound behind her and an ankle bound to each leg. Her panties were back on but her sports bra had been taken completely. She could feel that her mask had been put back in place but she was also gagged now!
As her eyes cleared she realized there was a camera in front of her. Ron, who was now wearing a black ski mask, was adjusting it. Noir Vixen’s heart dropped as she realized her ordeal was not over yet.
“You were good baby,” Ron said. “I loved fucking you like the cheap slut you are.” He trained the camera right on her. “Now I’m gonna expose you to the world as Detective Sasha Cruz… and then… Every case you ever closed is gonna come back to trial. I’m gonna make sure every defense lawyer and every news station gets a copy!”
Noir Vixen tried to scream, she fought in her bonds but was helpless! Ron came towards her slowly.
“Then I’m going to sell a night with you to every man you every put away!” He laughed. “With an optional fee for mask on!”
The little red light came on and Ron stepped towards her. Suddenly the room seemed to explode! There was a tremendous crash and dust, debris and rubble flew everywhere. The light tipped over, broke and everything went dark. There were sounds of fighting in the darkness.
As the dust settled Noir Vixen willed her eyes to focus. Ron was being absolutely thrashed! As everything cleared more Noir Vixen came to full focus. She glanced at the camera, it had been completely destroyed. Breathing a sigh of relief she noticed a pair of boots next the smashed camera. They were white knee-high boots and above them, a pair of long, statuesque legs covered in shiny blue, Lycra tights. A white utility belt rested on slender hips and above that were perfectly toned, bare abs. Then a long sleeve half shirt, the same color and material as the leggings. The neckline was cut in a low V displaying massive cleavage. Attached to that plunging neckline was a white cape, which hung just about to that sexy waist. Long blond hair hung loosely, framing a super model face with full glossy lips and bright green eyes!
It was Axis!
“This time I’ll say it…” Ron whimpered. “I told him so…”
“You won’t be telling anyone anything every again, you pig!” Axis growled. She drew back a fist to finish the thug!
“Wait!” Noir Vixen yelled hoarsely. Her gag had fallen in the commotion.
“Wait?” Axis looked at her questioningly. “I’m about to send a message to every lowlife who ever thinks about putting their hands on one of us ever again!”
“But they have Victory too,” Noir Vixen said quickly. “We have to find out where…and rescue her.”
Exhausted she slumped in the chair. Relief washed over Noir Vixen. Axis was one of Capital City’s most powerful heroines; surely everything would be all right now.
“These punks have Victory?” Axis scoffed. “She’s even stronger than I am! Surely not!”
“It’s true,” Ron blurted. “And I’ll tell you where! Just… just don’t kill me!”
“Tell me where now,” Axis demanded. “And if Victory is okay, I might only turn you over to the authorities.”
“I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you everything…” Inside Ron smirked. He hardly believed it, but the plan had worked! Now it was time for phase 2. He would tell Axis EVERYTHING.
…To be continued.