The L-Girl Manifesto
Chapter Two: Enter Agent X
By: L-GirlWriter

There were three main players in the Satin City drug trade who had established themselves with the cartels and purchased most of the product from the producers in Columbia and Venezuela. These gods of Satin City trafficking were Pascal Ramirez, Vladimir Stonkovich, and Robert Eidel.
     Ramirez was one of Castro’s famous prisoner exiles and he migrated to Satin Island and pioneered the trade, which was only an idle occupation of the Miami PD before he arrived.  He was commonly referred to as “Godfather.” Ramirez frequently used doubles, after several assassination attempts had been made on him by the SPEW. He had to walk with a cane due to one of them.
    Stonkovich was another immigrant, who had close ties with the Russian mafia, and he brought a handful of his Russian-speaking relatives with him across the Atlantic. Most of the men in his gang were Russian, so it was easy to tell who you were dealing with. Stonkovich himself was a deranged psychopath, and arranged duels where his men fought themselves to the death just to entertain himself. He believed he was the reincarnation of Ivan the Terrible.
    Eidel was born and bred in America. He was educated at Harvard, the son of a diplomat, who had used his father’s political connections to get close to one of the main producers in Columbia, a mysterious man named Girolamo Grosanto. Eidel’s men were ex-Marines and ex-Navy SEALs, highly trained mercenaries, and he had enough firepower to wage war on the mainland, if he desired. Eidel was a very dangerous man. The SPEW treaded on his territory lightly.  
    The city was merely a hub; once the product changed hands on the island, it was distributed all across the continent.  It was estimated that ninety-five percent of all the product in North America originated in Satin City. It is also said that Satin City is the reason why Florida still administers the dealth penalty. There were plans to build a second chair.
    Violence between the gangs was common. Violence within the gangs was even more common. If there was an all out war between them, it would have wiped out the entire island, especially if Eidel got involved, so the rule was kill with caution. The same rule applied to the SPEW.
    The operative who had refused to give me his name, I shall call him Dick, for ease of reference, ordered me to infiltrate a cache where Ramirez’s product was being processed. I was to destroy the product with an incendiary that he provided me with, only, that I should save a small sample of it for analysis.  It was a mission that would usually take twelve heavily armored SPEW operatives, that he was entrusting solely to myself.  For anyone else, it would have been a suicide mission, and I wondered if Dick was overestimating my abilities, or just trying to get me killed.
    The incendiary device looked like a micro-chip, except it had a round magnet in the center of it.  It was known as a “blood bomb” because of the way that it detonated.  The bomb was activated whenever the magnet was attracted to something, and since blood was rich with iron, operatives would often smear it over the magnet. The bomb had blast radius of about ten feet, which was just enough to take out a small room.  It seemed to have been designed for a singular purpose: to destroy product.
    The blood bomb fit neatly under my “L”, which was probably the safest place it could be. I wasn’t about to let anyone grab me there, even though they wanted to. I wore a minidress that had a zipper which ran all the way down the back, so I could easily slip it off into my L-Girl costume.
    The cache was in a high-rise apartment in the Marina District.  It was one of those cylinder shaped buildings that had balconies radiating from it, which are common in South Florida.  I strutted my stuff up and down the street as though I were a prostitute; I thought that would be good cover, since prostitution wasn’t that uncommon in this part of town.  Some cars did pull up to me, to which I said, “You can’t afford me, honey.” Finally, I saw what I was looking for. Two cars pulled up next two each other on the other side of the street.  A man got out of each car holding a briefcase.  They set the briefcases on the sidewalk next to each other and embraced each other, and then picked up their briefcases again, and, only I would have noticed this- they switched them. One man started walking to the entrance of the building, while they other man got back into his car, and the cars drove off. A drug deal could take place in the blink of an eye in Satin City.
    I started walking briskly, but not too hurriedly, over to the apartment building, following the man with the briefcase into the building.  He got on the elevator.  I had to get on with him.  He smiled at me.  His mouth glittered. I smiled back. When he got to his floor, I walked out with him and pretended to walk the other way, but I studied him in the corner of my eye, and saw him open a door. I walked around to the other side of the floor, and then I stripped out of my dress.  I left it along with my purse in a corner of the hallway, and  I closed my eyes for a minute and began to meditate.  I started feeling tingling sensations all over my body.  I gasped at a sudden flash of arousal.  I was ready for action. 
    I walked back around the hallway to the door I saw him go through before. With a burst of my libido-powered strength, I kicked down the door, and ran into the apartment.  There were tables stacked with product. Men were cutting up the product with razors, and cooking it on burners.  They had all stopped what they were doing, and were staring at me, and I had to do something before they came out of their daze and opened fire. This is where everything became hazy again.  I hit the guy nearest to me with a jab in the stomach, and as he doubled over I caught his chin with my knee, and then I picked him up and hurled him across the room at a man who was just about to fire his machine gun at me. I delivered a spinning kick to man standing at the table across the room from me, and then I charged back over to the other side of the room at a man who got a shot off just as I gave him an uppercut to his jaw.  The blow alifted him up off the ground and he fell, unconscious.  I made my way through the apartment, delivering high kicks and combinations, and hurled my body at them like I was a tornado, and before I had known it, they were all lying on the ground barely breathing, about ten armed men.
    I came out of my trance a little dizzy. My body was quivering, on the verge of orgasm, but I wasn’t finished yet.  I took a piece of the product and wrapped it in foil, and slipped it in my boot. And the bomb.  I took it out from underneath my costume.  It wouldn’t be hard to find blood in this room.  I knelt beside one of the unconscious men who had blood trickling from his nose.  I wasn’t sure how to go about it.  Do I take a swab with my finger and rub it on there, or what?  Then, I heard a voice from behind me. “Jicama.” I turned around.  There was a tall woman clad in leather, and about all I could make out about her was her fist, hurtling towards my face.

    I woke up in a dank basement, tied to a chair which was bolted to the ground.  There was the woman, a tall, statuesque blonde, towering over me, in a skin-tight black leather catsuit, and a leather mask over her blue eyes. She knelt between my legs, stuck out her tongue, and licked the entire length of the top of my thigh in one broad stroke. Then, she straddled me on the chair, ran her fingers through my hair, and plunged her tongue into my throat, moving it like a serpent. I couldn’t help but be aroused.  I let out a very soft murmur.
    “I like this one.  She’s yummy,” She said.  There were three men standing around her, all thugs, one of them holding a baseball bat.
    “Stand back, guys,” she said to them.  “I have to have her, right now.  She is so scrumptious.”  The men backed away.  One man pulled out his cock.  She pressed her hard, curvaceous body against mine and started luxuriously kissing me.  I don’t know why, perhaps because of my ultra-sensitive sex stimuli, but I started kissing back, and embraced her soft tongue.  I know it doesn't sound right, but I wanted her.  She was beautiful, sexy in her skin tight outfit, and she was a delightful kisser, and that fact that I was tied helplessly to this chair and was at her mercy just made it more exciting.  She pulled down my costume, exposing my ample, tan breasts, and started rubbing her thumbs in circles around my areolas, causing my nipples to stand firm and erect. She bit down on my nipple and played with it in her mouth, and as she did this, she slowly moved her hand down my stomach and stroked my inner thigh, and pressed one, mischievous finger under my suit, thrusting it back and forth inside me, teasing me. She bit on my nipple again and kissed me, and then squeezed my breast with her other hand and kept working her finger under my suit.  I purred like a scared little kitten, much to her delight, and she stuck another finger inside me. I gasped. The motions of her fingers in my pussy seemed so sinfully deliberate. She added one more finger, and I could feel a powerful orgasm building inside me.  She sucked on my engorged nipples while she pumping her fingers inside me, twisting me clitoris with glee. I couldn’t hold back in anymore.  I erupted in pleasure, letting out a loud moan, my body spasming in the chair- I’m surprised the ropes even held me. Then, she got off my lap and bent over me, staring into my eyes, like she had won some victory over me, and backhanded me hard across my face. I yelped, not so much because of the stinging pain, but because I was so caught off guard.  She couldn’t have struck me at a more vulnerable time.
    “Let this be a lesson to you, slut-girl.  First I give you pleasure, and then I give you pain.  Donny,” she said.  As I was still dizzy from my orgasm, the man who was holding the baseball bat walked over to me and brought the bat over my unprotected kneecap.  That immediately brought me out of my pleasure zone.  He brought it down again and again on my knee, crushing my bones into powder.  I screamed.  The pain was excruciating.
    “That’s enough, Donny,” she said.  I looked up at her.  There were tears in my eyes that I couldn’t control. I felt betrayed. Moments ago, I had been in love with her. 
    “Do the other one,” she said. Donny walked over to me right side, and again, pulverized my knee. I was in so much pain I could hardly breathe.  I cried out, again and again, as the wooden bat smashed my cartilage.  After he was done, he stepped back, and they stood there, just to give me moment to react.  I started sobbing, not so much because of the pain, but out of humiliation, for my career as a superheroine was over just as it had begun.  I didn’t have any special heeling powers.  I would never be able to fight again, and I might never be able to even walk on two feet. And still, there I was, bound helplessly to this chair.  Would they continue to torture me like this? Breaking every bone in my body until they decided to snap my neck and end it?  I was finally in a situation that I couldn’t escape from. 
    “If you’re going to kill me, do it quickly.” I said.
    “So this is what happens when you break a super-slut,” she said. She advanced on me, climbing on my chair, stroking my breasts as she tried to lick my face.  I turned my head away from her.
    “Go away!” I said, through my tears.
    “So, you don’t want to play anymore.  Maybe I can change your mind.” She reached her hand back to my right knee.  I was cringing, for she was going to twist it or do something terrible, but instead, she was making it feel better.  It felt like she was massaging my knee with her fingers.  She had a certain playfulness in her eyes, and I started to smile, for in a few minutes, I could have sworn that my knee was completely healed.  
    “Do you want me to do the other one?”
    “Please,”
    “First you have to do something for me.”
    “Anything, just please fix my knee.” I probably shouldn’t have said “anything.”
    “We’re going to untie you, and you have to promise to play nice, not that you can do too much harm to us in your condition." They unwrapped the ropes around my body.  I shook of my wrists.  I thought I’d take advantage of the situation, but I couldn’t even move my left leg, so I remained in my chair.
    “Take off your suit.”  I looked at her in hesitation.  “Do it little girl, or there will be more to worry about then just your knee.” I obliged her, subserviently, and inched my suit down my waist and over my knee, and pulled it down over my ankles, and unzipped my boots.  I was completely naked, and the men were standing around me, piercing me with their eyes, salivating, and one was jerking his cock as he stood.  The woman stared at me just as eagerly, her eyes working over my body.
    “Now, I want you sit on the chair and masturbate.”
    “Please, don’t make me do this.”
    “Are you forgetting about something?” She said, pointing at my knee.  I literally had to push my left leg with my hands so I could spread my thighs, and I plunged my fingers into my neatly shaved pussy.  I started masturbating.
    “Lick your fingers,” she said. I followed her instructions.  “Keep that other hand busy,” she said. “Fondle your breasts.” I did as she said. “Good.” The thugs watched me as she gave me her instructions, which I followed obediently.  “Now, climax,” she said.  I started to moan.  “Do it for real,” she said.  What did she want from me? I started focusing my tantric energies.  If they wanted an orgasm, they were going to get one. My chest started heaving, beads of sweat dripping off of my stomach. “Ugh, ugh,” I punched my fingers against my clitoris. My body undulated. “Ugh, ugh, ugh, UGH!” The climax rocked through my body.
    “Can you let me go now?” I said, once I could breathe again.  I didn’t even care about the knee anymore.  I felt so humiliated!  Was this the way a superheroine should behave? Degrading herself in front of these perverts? I should have refused everything she had said and let them kill me.  But inside, I was a slut, I knew it, and she knew it.  Weren’t all super-girls sluts at their core?
    “No, not yet slut-girl.  There is one more thing you must do.  I want you to lay on your stomach.” I slid off the chair, onto the cold, concrete floor.   “Now, you stay like that.  Boys, do with her as you wish.” 
    I could only guess what those men wanted to do with me, judging from the depraved manner in which they ogled me.  Donny kneeled down in front of my face and unzipped his fly.  His penis was already engorged, and it was almost as large as his bat. He grabbed a lock of my hair, lifted my head up, and shoved the entirety of his huge cock in my mouth.  It hit the back of my throat and made me gag.  He started thrusting his cock back and forth in my mouth. As he was doing this, I felt something horrible pop into my ass, with no lubricant.  The other thug had pulled me up on my knees, in spite of my gurgled screams of protest, and straddled me, trying to push his cock deeper into my asshole.  Then, the third man maneuvered his way under the man who was raping my ass and starting raping me in my last remaining orifice.  They were all thrusting, rocking my body on my tortured knee, torturing every orifice of my body with their humongous cocks.  Donny kept chocking me.  My knee was screaming, but my rapist would not let go of my hips, forcing me up while his buddy thrusted against my ravaged clit, and a sheen of sweat covered my jiggling body. I could not control the mounting sensations. I was being endlessly penetrated, and completely helpless, and it was so daringly erotic that I started to orgasm, and the men were not through torturing me, for they pulled out all at once.  Donny was still holding my head up by my hair, and he squeezed a huge load in my face.  The other two man creamed all over my ass, and my legs, and they left me there, on the verge of an orgasm.  The woman plucked two fingers into my tender ass and finished the job. I lay there as my body went into spasms, and tried to catch my breath. The men zipped their pants up and left the room. 
    “I think we have an understanding,” the woman said. She kneeled by me and put her miracle-hand on my left knee. “You are my slave, and I am your master. Say it.”
   “No.” She took her hand off my knee.
   “I suppose a super-girl can manage with one leg.”
   “You are my master,” I blurted out.
   “And?”
   “I am your…slave.” She smiled, and she started working my knee with her magic touch.  I felt it heal miraculously. She placed her hand my thigh.
   “I must get going," she said. "You remember what you have learned.”  She left me, lying on the floor naked, and headed for the door. 
    “Who are you!” I yelled out.
    “Some call me Agent X.” She slammed the door.
    I put my suit back on and slipped on my boots – the sample I had taken was gone. The door the woman had went through was locked, but there was another door on the opposite side of the room that I was able to open. I staggered over to it, grimacing from the pain between my legs.  I came to an auxiliary staircase and opened the door to the outside and felt the refreshing, tropical air rush in.  I stepped out into the night.  I was still in the Marina District.  I had been imperiled in an office building, no less. I was exhausted, and I wanted to go and sleep in my lair, but I still needed my dress, or something to cover myself up with, and I needed to get my purse, but I was too tired.  I had to sneak on the train, since I didn’t have a dime on me, and since it was late, the train was mostly empty. The few people I did encounter didn’t want to start anything with me, but they could have easily overtaken me. I walked to my lair, and of course I risked someone following me there, but I didn’t care.  I came across  a junky lurking about the warehouse, who just stared at me. I opened the padlock with the combination and laid on the tiled floor of the maintenance closet, and passed out. Whatever was going to happen to me tomorrow couldn’t be worse than what happened to me that night.