The L-Girl Manifesto

Chapter Six: The Most Dangerous Man in Satin City

By: L-GirlWriter

Tyler Preston, my hero. When I came into the hospital with my shattered and tortured limbs in the camouflage outfit that the SPEW lent me to protect my identity, there was no one I knew that I could trust. The only person I could think of to put down as an emergency contact was Tyler. There was at least one person in Satin City that I could count on.

Tyler brought me home from the hospital, with both of my legs in casts, and made a bed for me on one of his cozy sofas. He cooked for me, can you believe it! He took care of me. Me, L-Girl! He was so kind and generous, I didn't know what I would have done without him. Me, in my closet in an abandoned warehouse, with two useless legs. God, I don’t even want to think about it. And they say chivalry is dead. One thing's for sure, when I got out of my casts, I would pleasure him in ways he'd never dreamed of.

For two weeks, I was either lying on Tyler’s couch, or lounging by his pool, if he carried me there. Tyler usually wasn't home during the day. I couldn't get around by myself yet. Considering how vulnerable I was, and how many people would have liked to see me dead, or worse, I felt safe so long as I was with Tyler.

But that didn't last very long. As much as I wanted to be plain old Kimmie Dalton, I was still L-Girl.

She hardly made a sound. I was lying on the couch as usual, watching a soap in the middle of the day, when I saw that lithe, blonde, leather-clad figure stalk into the living room. She didn’t even let me scream.

When I woke up I was lying on a different couch, in a different room, and I was decked out in my sexy L-Girl outfit, my legs miraculously healed, without even a scratch. Before I started to rejoice, I looked at the man sitting in a chair across from me, studying my pert body in my alluring uniform. The chubby, unassuming man wearing a pink golf shirt with gold-rimmed glasses was Robert Eidel, the most dangerous man in Satin City. I never thought I’d come face to face with him still alive.

“Our mutual friend,” he said, “fixed you up. I don’t know how she does it. She has a very unique gift. What’s your gift, L-Girl? Do you actually have any powers? Or are you just very good at being defeated?”

“What do you want with me, Eidel? Where did you get this suit?”

“The suit, yes. Those are very expensive. Anti-gravity boots don't come cheap. You should be more careful with this one. You’re starting to cut into my profits.”

“Thanks. I think I’ll get going now.” I stood up.

“I wouldn't leave so soon. Why do you think I brought you here? I want you to work for me.” Eidel remained sitting.

“But I won’t. I’m L-Girl. I’m not about to help a drug lord.”

“You’ll still get to take down the bad guys. I’m not going to ask you to do anything that the SPEW wouldn’t. You’ll just be taking your orders from me. And when you work for the cartel, you get paid. Might even be able to buy yourself a nice place in South Side, instead of that closet that you’re living in.”

“You can’t buy me, Eidel.”

“Let me put it this way, there are two ex-Navy SEALs with assault rifles standing outside that door who are instructed to kill you unless I call them off. How would Marlon Brando say it? This is an offer you cannot refuse. So what's your answer?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I admire your obedience, L-Girl. There’s going to be a deal at the docks tonight. Pier 14. I want you to break it up. But I have very specific instructions and you must listen closely. First of all, every man must be dead. Let no one escape. And I want you to make sure they’re dead. Take one of their guns and put a bullet in each of their heads. Then, look for someone wearing this ring.” He showed me a photograph. “I want you to take it and bring it back to me. This should be very easy for you, L-Girl. There aren’t any traps that you have to worry about. But make sure it is done exactly how I say, or take that gun and put a bullet in your own head. You understand?”

“I’ll do it. If there’s no other choice.”

“Don’t be so morose. You’re going to like working for me. Please, let me see you to the door. My guards will let you through when you come back tonight.”

Eidel’s hideout was a fortress. There were men in uniform everywhere, with heavy weapons slung over their shoulders, wearing berets. All of them were ex-military. No wonder the SPEW were afraid of him. Of course, when I stepped out of the manor, I was in a gated community somewhere in South Side. I tapped my toes and soared into the sky with my anti-grav boots. I felt ashamed to be a superheroine.

I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning out my lair, since Eidel knew about it, and I stashed my belongings in a locker by the beach. I didn’t know where I was going to live now. Even Tyler’s house wasn’t safe. Part of me wondered how Agent X knew to find me there. Was Tyler somehow involved? Would he have sold information to Eidel? I couldn’t even think about it. Taking care of me and doing all those nice things for me only so that he could betray me. I’m sure there was some other reason.

I spied on the pier that night. I saw two cars pull up and the men got out, all of them armed. Having practiced my meditation, I swooped down from the sky and took them all out. They were either dead or unconscious. It was exhilarating. To have suffered from so much defeat, finally being able to kick their asses reminded me of the days when I was fighting in a miniskirt. I was so turned on that I laid on the ground and fingered myself through my suit and brought myself to a climax. When my last moans and quivers had escaped from my body, I got up and finished the task. I took a gun out of one of their hands and went around firing a bullet into their brains as they lay motionless. L-Girl would never have done that. Then I pulled a gold ring off one man’s finger and put it on, and then I flew back to Eidel’s hideout. The guards escorted me to the room I had been in before, and told me to wait there for him. A few moments later, Eidel came through the door.

“Come with me,” he said. There was a large abstract painting covering one of the walls, and when Eidel touched a part of the frame, the canvas simply rolled up, revealing a hidden door. With a key, Eidel unlocked the door, and it slid open, and I followed him through to the other side. Eidel locked the door behind him. We were an austere white room with no windows. There were cabinets on one wall, and on there other wall there was an operating table, with leather wrist and ankle straps. I wanted to get out of there.

“The ring,” he said. I slipped it off my finger and handed it to him.

“Okay, I think I’ll go now.”

“Not so fast. I want you to strap yourself to that table first.”

“There is no way I’m doing that. You can kill me. I don’t care.”

“That’s what I thought you’d say.” Eidel tapped me on the shoulder. I jerked around. He had taken off his glasses, and once I looked into his eyes, I couldn’t look away. He had the most strange, profound, overpowering stare; it felt like he was looking into my soul. I was breathless. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. His gaze held me prisoner.

As he stared at me, he cupped my breasts. My arms were slack, hanging by my sides. I couldn’t stop him. He pulled the material of the suit down and exposed me, staring in my eyes with my nipple in between his teeth. His hand felt its way across my stomach, and between my legs, and as he fondled me over the lycra, he wouldn’t break his gaze. He wedged my suit and groped my ass, as I stood there completely still and without a groan of protest.

“You see,” he said, as he was fondling me, “When I was a psychology student at Harvard, I became fascinated with a physician named Dr. Anton Mesmer. Most people thought he was a crank, but I think he was brilliant. The university didn’t agree with me. They especially didn’t like that I practiced Dr. Mesmer’s techniques on other students, so they kicked me out. I’ve mesmerized many young, beautiful women, but none as beautiful as you.” He bit down on my erect nipple. I didn’t even make a sound.

“You can lay on the table now.” He followed me with his eyes as I walked to the table under his command and laid down. Staring at me, he bent over me and kissed me on the lips, exploring me with his tongue as he squeezed my breasts while I remained still. Then he stood up and secured a strap over my wrist. He went around the table binding my other wrist and my legs. Then, he finally broke his gaze. My breath returned to me.

“Let me go!”

“I don’t think so. I haven’t even started with you.” He was going into one of the cabinets.

“I’ll have sex with you. Anything. Please don’t torture me.”

“Sex? I don’t want to have sex with you, you dirty slut. I want to enslave you.” Eidel was holding a hypodermic needle. He set it down on a side table and tied off my arm with a rubber band, tapping on my arm to find a vein, and then he picked up the needle.

“Ever done product?” he said.

“No! You can’t do this to me!”

“You’ll like it. It enhances pleasure. A whore like you will love it! But pain, no. You do not want to be in pain when you shoot product.” He inserted the needle into my arm and depressed the plunger.

“I’m going to let you get nice and wet. I will be back. Don’t bother screaming. No one here gives a shit.” Eidel left me lying on the table as the product started circulating through my bloodstream. The drug started to take its effect. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would crack my ribs. I was feeling hazy, yet alert at the same time. And then it began, an intense awareness of every part of my body. The straps around my wrists and ankles felt like dull knives cutting into my skin. My boots were suddenly laced too tight, the pressure making my legs ache. The material around the crotch of my suit was irritating me. I had an overwhelming urge to want to masturbate, but when I pulled against my restraints pain shot down my arm. I wanted Eidel to come back and suck on my nipples, or twist my clit in his fingers, or fuck me with his hard cock. I was hornier than hell. No wonder product was known as the slut drug.

Eidel returned to the secret room. He proceeded to go into one of the cabinets. He came back with an iron knife sharpener and a butane torch-lighter, and he set these on the side table. I was too hazy to put the two together. Then he put his hand on my bare breast and twisted my nipple. It was like a lightning bolt of pleasure. I moaned, my body twitching in my bonds. He let go and the sensation lingered, festering in my bones. He placed his hand on my other breast and twisted my nipple again. It was incredible. I wanted to come, and then come again. “Uhggggh!” I moaned. Eidel let go of me.

“I told you you would like it,” he said.

“Please, don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop? The fun has just begun.” Eidel picked the knife sharpener and the lighter off the table. Then, he dipped the tip of the iron rod into the hissing blue flame of the torch, until it was glowing red. I was still wallowing in pleasure. What he was going to do to me didn’t even register until I felt the scorching hot iron rod piercing my breast. It was the worst pain I had ever felt. The scouring acid on my thighs, the sharp blades in my womb, couldn’t even compare to the blisteringly hot intensity and magnitude of a pain so horrible that I wished right then that I didn’t exist. I screamed. My body buckled and I strained against my bonds as Eidel held the rod to my breast. I thought that I would surely go mad from the pain until the rod started to cool, but the pain lingered just as horribly, pulsating in my head.

Eidel’s tongue was licking the spot where he burned me, and the pleasure returned as he sucked on my nipple. Then he reached his hand down my suit and fingered me. I was practically numb with pleasure as he worked his fingers inside of me. I moaned. Sweat dripped down my body, soaking my suit. I came, much to his delight. He removed his fingers. It was over, I thought. He’s done all he can to me. Then he leaned over me and stared into my eyes, with that deep, strange, entrancing stare. Without taking his gaze off of me, he reached for the knife sharpener and the torch, and after heating it up, he jammed iron straight into my nipple.

I could not scream. I couldn’t even twitch a muscle. The iron seared my breast. He was pushing the rod into my flesh, scorching my sensitive skin, yet I couldn’t even scream. I couldn’t twitch. All that pain built up inside me without any way to release it. I craved for some outlet, even to twitch my toe, but the trance he had me in would not allow me so much as to blink an eye.

The iron cooled, and he started to touch me again, nursing my wounded breasts, rubbing my sopping wet pussy, and I laid there stock still, craving my release. With my eyes, I begged him.

Eidel heated up the knife sharpener. He pulled the material of my costume aside and jammed the fiery tip into my womb. When the tip cooled, he heated it up and did it again and again, penetrating me with hard, hot poker. Only my most sensitive areas did he burn, to evoke the most intense sensations. I couldn’t even grimace. Then he pulled open my mouth, heated up the rod, and planted it on the tip of my tongue. My body wanted to pass out, or to die, but he wouldn’t let me. Inside my head was a bloodcurdling scream that I couldn't voice. It made me dizzy..

While he continued to stare at me, Eidel pulled his cock out and mounted me on the table, thrusting into me as I lay motionless. I could I feel the pleasure of his swollen cock pumping inside of me, but the pleasure was eclipsed by the lingering pain. I could feel him come. He got off the table and finally, he broke his gaze.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed. My body went into a fit of convulsions and I passed out.

When I came to, Agent X was in the room with me, licking my breasts and my pussy where I had been burned, and kissing me. Eidel was watching.

“Can I have her now?” Agent X said, looking at Eidel.

“Just make sure you bring her back to me,” Eidel said.

“My little baby, everything’s going to be okay.” She carried me out of Eidel’s compound and we soared through the air. We came back to her dingy apartment in the Marina District.

“Into your cage,” she said. I remembered the horrible night I had spent locked in that torturous cage. Meekly, I crawled into it, and she locked the door behind me.

“You will be mine soon,” she said. “Then you won’t have to worry about being a superheroine anymore. You will just be my slave.”

There is nothing worse than a superheroine’s shame.