"No, please don't.... ohhh!" Angela gasped as the stud gripped her tits in his strong hands. She opened her eyes with a start. The stud disappeared, replaced by a toothless older man in a filthy work shirt. Angela kicked and screamed, "get off me! Stop! Help!" The homeless man took a knee to the groin and backed away down the alley.
Angela quickly got to her feet and took in her surroundings. She was at the end of a trash-strewn alley. It was bright outside -- mid-morning, she guessed. She'd been laying in a pile of broken-down cardboard. She was wearing, well, swimming in, a large white T-shirt; her Sapphire heels were on her feet; she was otherwise naked. She pulled the T-shirt down to cover her, stretching it down to her thighs.
The last thing she remembered she'd been riding a huge prick to a mind-blowing climax. It had been one of the punks from the night before -- Tim, she thought. They'd all had their turn. And she'd enjoyed it. Angela's face burned bright red as shame washed over her. She wasn't like that. What had happened to her? What had gone wrong? Her powers had given out... she'd lost her gloves, her choker... her clothes had literally fallen apart... and she'd been horny, so horny. She must have come a half-dozen times, at first resisting, then screaming for more. Angela abruptly cut her thoughts short. That wasn't her. That didn't happen. That was someone else. The gems had done that to her. She couldn't help it.
Speaking of which, the gems appeared completely dead now; Angela felt no tingle in her feet. She checked her head; miraculously the tiara was right where she'd left it.
Oh, no! She had to get home! Or more accurately, to Becky's house, where she'd left her mom's car. How would she get all the way across town? She didn't even know where she was. Waitaminute, this alley looks familiar...
Angela walked to the end of the alley and peeked around the corner. Sure enough, it was Qimby's Sub Shop. She worked here last summer. It was only a few blocks from Becky's. What a stroke of luck; the "remote" alley those punks had decided to dump her in was actually close to home. Smiling at the silver lining in the cloud of her first night as a crimefighter, Angela pulled the T-shirt down again and stepped out of the alley. It was early morning; Sunday morning, in fact. Just across the street to the entrance to Becky's housing development, two more blocks to the car, and she was home free.
She waited what seemed like ten minutes at the corner waiting for the light to change, pecking repeatedly at the crosswalk button. Finally, the light changed. She stepped off the curb, still wearing the stiletto mules. They felt much higher, and she much less stable, than last night; apparently the gemstones' force helped her balance more than she thought. Or maybe it was the way every muscle in her body ached and resisted her movements. No matter; she would be home soon and could take a nice hot bath...
As Angela approached the median strip, a car came screeching up to the intersection, stopping in the left turn lane right in front of her; music blared from the speakers at far too great a volume for a Sunday morning. Angela tried not to make eye contact with the driver as she continued mincing across the intersection. He looked familiar...
Oh God! It was her ex, Josh! "Please don't let him recognize me, please don't let him recognize me, please don't..." Her strides grew longer as she hurried past the car for the safety of the opposite sidewalk; her hips swayed more prominently, exaggerated by the stance of the high heels. Angela heard the car stereo volume hushed suddenly; she could feel Josh's eyes on her as she made her way to the sidewalk. The traitorous T-shirt rode up slightly with each long stride, inching its way up her thighs. As she reached the sidewalk, Josh honked his horn; this caused her to jump, the T-shirt finally betraying her to expose the bottom curves of her firm buttocks. Angela stifled a surprised scream as the cool morning air informed her of her unintended exposure; her hands shot down to the T-shirt's "hemline" and tugged downward hard to restore her modesty. Her cheeks burned crimson; she couldn't bear to look back at Josh; she just knew he'd be on her any second...
And then Josh's car behind her lit up its tires in a display of random teenage adrenaline and took off in the other direction. Perhaps Josh hadn't recognized her after all.
Angela let herself sink lower into the suds. If only they made bath beads to get rid of this dirty feeling, she thought. Her humiliating night and the frankly slutty way she'd ended up were not exactly the best way to launch a career fighting crime. In fact, Angela had no thoughts of returning to duty; her thoughts revolved around never leaving this warm soapy water, or at least never leaving the house.
At least she'd made it home without further incident, if she didn't count the near-miss with Josh. Her mom had even bought her excuse for wearing nothing but a long T-shirt -- "We were up really late and I didn't feel like getting dressed just to come home this morning." The heels and tiara were safely tucked away in the gym bag, out of sight.
After scanning the paper and watching TV all day, Angela was both relieved and disappointed that there had been no news reports of her escapades the night before. It was good that her humiliation remained out of the public eye; on the other hand, hadn't she made an impact at the mini-mart?
After the 6 o'clock news came and went with no story of dramatic criminal apprehension by a mysterious caped crusader (well, winged crusader), Angela logged on to see if a little chatting would cheer her up. She had mail -- from Scott!
Hey beautiful,
Sorry I've been incommunicado -- they sent me to Thailand to get the new factory running and we ran into trouble. We never could get the uplink to work; come to find out the customs officials had stolen the controller and sold it on the black market. Anyway, I'm spending a couple of days here in Tokyo righting the ship before heading back home. I should be there in time to meet you for dinner Saturday night. I can't wait to see you in that dress and those heels. Could you do an "old man" a favor and send me a picture of you in the outfit? It'll give me something to look forward to -- and something to hurry home for. I want to compare the priceless sparkle of sapphires to the priceless sparkle in your eyes. Love, Scott
Oh darn, the crystals! Sapphires, gems, whatever they were, she had to get them back. As much as it tortured her to do so, Angela reran the previous night's activities in her head. She remembered losing the gloves in her first tangle with Tim and Bobby... with those punks; that was downtown and she'd have to wait until her mom got back from shopping to borrow the car. The choker? She thought hard, finally remembering the way the would-be mini-mart robber had grabbed her neck. Maybe it was still there. By bike it was only ten or fifteen minutes away.
Angela cursed herself as yet another car drove by honking its horn. She'd gone ten blocks by the time it dawned on her that her cheerleading skirt was not the most appropriate bicycling attire, particularly over the white satin string bikinis she was wearing. What had possessed her to put that outfit together? She felt the wind whipping her skirt into a frenzy, flashing her cute derriere to the world as her panties slowly wedged their way inward.
She thought she'd never reach the mini-mart. Broken glass was still strewn about the parking lot; plywood covered the missing pane. She jumped off her rusty mountain bike -- truth be told, she hardly used it -- and bounced inside.
"Ex-excuse me, sir?" she hesitated; the man behind the counter was the same one she'd seen last night. He looked up from the small TV monitor illuminating the underside of the counter. "I was here yesterday afternoon" she lied "and I was wondering..." she pulled at her heart necklace as her eyes searched for her toes "did you find a choker here?"
"A what?" the disinterested counterman asked, staring back at the TV monitor.
"A... ch-choker. You know, a little necklace. Maybe it had a pretty blue crystal on it?"
"Sorry, no," the man answered, not really listening. Then he looked up, eyeing her critically; his eyes went from her to the TV, then back to her, then back to the TV again. He smiled broadly. "Oh yes, now that I think on it I do remember something like that."
Angela's heart skipped a beat. "Really?"
"Yes, did it look something like this?" he gestured to a tiny rotating display on his counter; rows of sunglasses and cheap baubles alternated as he spun it around, pointing to a row of chokers.
"Well, yes, but I didn't buy it here, I l-l-lost it here."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he began; Angela visibly deflated. "I found one in the parking lot last night after an attempted robbery -- I showed those bastards Betsy here and they took off running!" he winked. "I thought it was from the store and put it on the rack. But it looks like somebody bought it on Azmid's shift, because it's not here now. Would you like to buy one? I'm sure we have something close to it here."
"Oh no," Angela pined, "I really need that specific choker back. It was a gift from my, um, aunt. It's very valuable." Oops, that probably wasn't smart. "I mean, *sentimental* value," she covered. "Do you know who you sold it to?"
"I wasn't here; it must have been Azmid. I do sleep, you know. The next time I see him I'll ask him, but we get so many customers I don't think he'll remember anything. If you'll leave me your number I'll call you..."
Naively, Angela gave the counterman her phone number. "Okay," he said, "I will call you if Azmid remembers anything; in the mean time would you like to meet somewhere?" Angela didn't understand what he meant at first; then she recognized the glint in his lecherous eye. "No!" she spat. "I mean, I'm really very busy; I have to go now. Thanks!" Angela turned on her heel and quickly left; the cashier stared fondly at her ass sashaying to and fro underneath the cheerleader skirt until she was out of sight. Then he returned to the image on the TV monitor. "I liked her outfit last night better," he grinned as he hit 'rewind' on the VCR to see Sapphire in action again.
Angela sat dejected in front of her computer. She'd scrounged about in the alley for an hour, but never found her missing gems or so much as a scrap of her mesh gloves. Her life was a mess. She'd been given an amazing gift and she'd squandered it. Not only that, but the things she'd been forced to do... she wasn't that kind of girl, she told herself. But she'd enjoyed it, begged for it. Even now thinking about it, as her cheeks showed shame, her body felt something else. She caught her hand idly stroking her breast through her sweater. Dammit! Suddenly she couldn't control herself? Sex with Josh had never been that good; heck, it had never been good at all. But something about the way she'd been stripped of her strength, helpless, defeated made her... wet.
Her eyes returned to the computer screen. Scott had emailed her again, wondering where she was and asking again for a picture. She'd always answered him right away before; this was the first time she'd made him wait. But this was the first time she realized just how little she knew about who she was dealing with. He could be anyone. He could be a she, for that matter. Did Scott know about the crystals? She would test him.
Ten minutes later she clicked 'Send.' The low-res picture from her cheap digital camera was dark and grainy, but she knew Scott would be able to tell it was the dress he'd sent her -- and that she wasn't wearing any of the jewelry. "I love the dress, but the jewelry is a bit much. I was thinking of trading it for some fake ruby stuff my friend has," she'd written.
And there he was, bugging her to chat.
Scott8412: u dont like the blue jewels? send em back and ill get u something else Halo1502: they are a bit much but i'm already trading with my friend Halo1502: she has a pretty ruby stuff and red is more my color dont you think? Scott8412: i can get you some nicer ruby stuff, just send the blue ones back ok?
(He must know, Angela thought. He sure is desperate to get them back all of a sudden. What was he planning to do, strip me naked right there at the restaurant? Or was he planning to score? Angela suppressed the thought that she might have let him...)
Halo1502: but i already made a deal with becky... besides i was gonna keep the shoes Scott8412: i can get u shoes just like them with rubies Scott8412: just send them back. ill send a call tag so u dont have to pay for shipping Halo1502: i dont know becky really likes the blue. Scott8412: if u want i can send u money to buy something else
(Boy he was really desperate!)
Halo1502: why did you give them to me if you want them back so bad? Scott8412: its not that i just want to make my baby happy Halo1502: then its okay if i keep them or give them to becky Scott8412: but the blue stones are special and very expensive i just dont want u to get cheated Halo1502: if they are so special maybe ill keep them and wear them just for you ok? Halo1502: will i still cu sat? Scott8412: have u tried them on yet? i dont see them in the picture Halo1502: only once but they made me feel funny. maybe because i was thinking of you
(Don't lay it on too thick, girl.)
Scott8412: aww thats sweet. u didnt give any away yet right? u still have them all?
(How did he know? Relax, he probably doesn't know.)
Halo1502: why wouldnt i? Scott8412: just checking.. theyre very expensive Halo1502: you said that already. dont you trust me? Scott8412: of course i do i didnt mean it that way im sorry Halo1502: thats okay its just that youre being kinda weird about it like theres something you arent telling me
(See how he answers that!)
Scott8412: u dont miss a trick do u? as i said they are special.. its a long story but i promise ill tell u all about it when we meet. Halo1502: cant you tell me now? Scott8412: im sorry i dont have time right now. did you wear all of them or just some? Halo1502: all why Scott8412: just curious. well dont wear them again until we meet ok? Halo1502: why not? now im the one whos curious. Scott8412: i dont want u using them up before i see u. i want to see their special sparkle in ur eyes.
(Now who was laying it on thick?)
Halo1502: cant you give me a hint? Scott8412: its too complicated. just promise u will keep them safe and ill explain later ok? Halo1502: [pouting] Halo1502: please? Halo1502: [batting eyelashes] Scott8412: please honey not now. when we meet Halo1502: [pouting] Halo1502: will i still cu sat? Scott8412: it doesnt look good for sat. i have to stay here in london for a few more days Halo1502: i thought you were in tokyo? Scott8412: i was but they sent me to london instead of home Halo1502: when will i cu then Scott8412: i dont know. listen i have to go now Halo1502: already? but im wearing your favorite outfit... Halo1502: [tugging down skirt]
(There was no way he could turn down a virtual striptease, Angela knew. While she'd made it clear to him that she wasn't that kind of girl in real life, she'd indulged his online fantasy several times. It seemed he couldn't get enough of it.)
Scott8412: i cant now bye ***Scott8412 has left the channel
Something strange was going on. Scott had never turned her down, and he usually had to beg her to pretend to wear his "favorite outfit" -- a sexy version of a schoolgirl's uniform with garter belt, stockings, and pumps. He hadn't even commented on her wanting to keep the shoes he'd sent -- he was always encouraging her to wear heels in real life as well as during fantasy play.
And he definitely knew *something* about the gems, and apparently didn't want her to find out about them on her own -- he asked her twice not to wear them again -- but why didn't he take the gems back when she gave him the chance? Was he just using her to hide them, or did he just not want her to get hurt, or did he just want to be there when she wore them, maybe to take advantage of her while she was under their influence? Her little detective game left her more confused about the gems than before. And now suddenly he was being cagey about when they would meet. The more she talked with Scott, the less she knew about him. But whoever or whatever he was, she knew he wasn't being straight with her. But what could she do about it? She was down to just two gems anyway; she couldn't give them back if she wanted to. It was only a matter of time before he found out. And then what?
Angela turned off her computer and sat down in front of her mirror, staring at her reflection. What had Scott gotten her into? What had she gotten herself into? Whatever Scott's intent, Angela had been given an opportunity to do something good and she'd blown it. She'd been given a gift and she'd lost it. That bothered her much more than disappointing Scott. If only she had all the gems, she could deal with Scott and whatever his game was. But without them, she was in it up to her ears...
The earrings. She'd forgotten all about them. Maybe things weren't so bad after all. She had four crystals and the tiara. That could be enough, couldn't it? She'd had five half-gone (well, maybe more than half-gone) crystals when she'd beaten those three punks in the alley without breaking a sweat. (And then they had their way with you later, her conscience reminded her. Yeah, but that was with three worn-out crystals, she retorted. Yeah, but that was just three minutes later, her conscience replied. What am I doing talking to my conscience? Who asked you?) She'd have to be much more careful -- no more tearing up the sky all night in search of adventure. She'd have to be responsible.
But the earrings weren't much use by themselves. Without her special sapphires on her wrists she had no offensive weapon. Well, she could kick the crap out of people but with no kickboxing or martial arts experience she knew that wouldn't be enough. Turning the earrings over in her hands, Angela decided she'd have to improvise.
Angela pedaled up to the strip mall fabric store. HELP WANTED. How lucky could she be?
Five minutes later she was hired. Apparently no one wanted to work in a fabric store, because she was the first person who'd inquired and the sign had been up for a month. "I don't know why girls today would rather work at Burger World or Quimby's Sub Shop than at a fabric store, but there you have it," her new boss had said. This was good; now her mom would get off her back about a summer job. Even better, she could get everything she needed for her costume at 40% off, and Ellen (the 50-something woman who worked mornings) said she'd be happy to teach her how to use the sewing machine in back. Angela's fingers thanked her; she remembered how they ached after hand-stitching the collar and cuffs of her first pair of wings.
"Stop right there!" Sapphire hovered a few inches above the ground.
"Why don't you make me?"
"I will if I have to." Sapphire let loose a small burst; it landed on target, knocking him over. "Now, are you going to come quietly?"
"Only if you make enough noise for the both of us!" A hand grabbed Sapphire's breast roughly through the thin material of her bodysuit. "Oh!" Sapphire gasped in surprise. "Unhand me you evil man! Oh!" She gasped again as fingers delicately pinched her already-hard nipple.
"You can't stop me. Your power is almost gone. Soon, you won't be able to fly away. You won't be strong enough to resist me. You'll just be a normal girl wearing a skimpy costume that's falling apart." Fingernails dragged across her chest; her worn-thin bodysuit ripped easily. "You'll just be a normal girl begging to come."
"No... please..." Sapphire whispered as another hand moved down her body, fingers grazing her nether lips. "Ohh... please don't... stop..."
"Don't stop? Not until I'm finished with you." Sapphire felt a tug as a hole was ripped in the crotch of her bodysuit. She cried out softly, her will to resist fading fast. Fingers rubbed her exposed clitoris while one slipped inside.
Sapphire could resist no more. Her toes relaxed; the stiletto mules that controlled her flight slipped off as she leaned back, falling onto the bed. The tiara flipped off her head as she landed. "Oh, God no!" she squealed.
As the invading hands continued to pinch and stroke through her ripped bodysuit, spasms of pleasure coursed through her body. It felt so good, but... her legs dangling over the side of the bed, her toes searched the floor for her heels. If she could just...
The fingers manipulating her wet pussy increased tempo as she slipped her toes into the strap of one of her shoes; she felt a warm rush up from her toes. Better, but she needed the other one...
Her attacker's other hand stopped kneading her breasts just long enough to grab the ragged edge of her bodysuit and pull down roughly; the sound of the rip echoed in Sapphire's ears as she felt it run all the way down the front. Sapphire's brow furrowed as she concentrated, stopping the involuntary thrusting of her hips against the working fingers to let her toes seek out the other shoe. Her foot slid down into it...
"Unggghhh!" Her whole body jerked wildly as the gems depleted themselves into her. Her vision blurred and her ears rang. Through her orgasmic tension she felt the finger within her press hard against her inner walls as the other hand crushed her breast. Sapphire's back arched up off the bed; she couldn't even breathe. Finally, she collapsed, quivering; the attacker's hands relented, sliding limply off her body.
Angela lay there in silence for several minutes, her breathing and her state of mind slowly returning to normal. She finally rolled over on her side and slowly got up; she had to get cleaned up before her mom came home. She was still lightheaded as she looked into the mirror. Her bodysuit was ripped in two, exposing her. Instinctively an arm covered her breasts and a hand slipped between her thighs pressed together in modesty. She was a mess. She was always a mess. So why was she still surprised and ashamed at her appearance? Angela collapsed in her chair. She stared at the sapphires hung from strips around her wrists, then down at the sapphires on her shoes. Why couldn't she stop doing this? What had her precious sapphires done to her?
Five nights in a row, she'd gone out on patrol, trying to regain her confidence. Five nights in a row, she'd retired after an uneventful three hours -- as long as she could safely go before she noticed her flight wavering -- only to come home and masturbate to a furious fantasy-driven orgasm. (Good thing her mom was switched to the graveyard shift.) Five nights in a row, she imagined herself sexually dominated as her powers faded, working toward a sapphire-enhanced climax. And after each night she looked forward to doing it again. Angela told herself she was trying to get right back on the horse after falling off, but was she really? Was she trying to put the crystals to use for the good of man, or was she just using the crystals as a substitute for a good man? Was she really looking for a mission to prove herself, or was she really looking to make her humiliating fantasy real?
She had to get out of this rut she was in. Angela wanted to do the right thing, if only she could figure out what that was.
She peeled off the destroyed bodysuit and threw it in the trash. Five nights, five bodysuits. And it wasn't just the violent fantasy sessions. She started with a new one each night, but by the time she came home the sturdy opaque material had become thin and worn-out, shadows of her nipples and pubic hair showing through. It was the reason she'd taken to shaving herself smooth. (Well, one of the reasons.) It was as if the sapphire forcefield was dissolving her clothing somehow. It didn't happen during the day, or when she wasn't wearing the crystals -- there was nothing wrong with the material itself. She'd tried different fabrics -- working at the fabric store had its benefits -- but the effect was the same. It was an embarassing problem. But not as embarassing as her recent behavior...
Angela picked up her old Ken doll off the floor and set him back on top of her dresser, then headed for the shower.