Tricking a Bird–Scene 1
by
Barfly
Chapter 3
The brief yet terrible punishment had
completely knocked out the blonde heroine, and her captors wasted no time. The
hired thugs lifted the lean bound form of the Black Canary. Two large men easily held her up under her
armpits (at their boss’s request), her unconscious
head lolled to the side as her body was roughly heaved from the cold floor.
Moments ago the
heroine fought wildly against the overwhelming goons, and now slumped like a
harmless rag doll inches from the man she had come for, Vulker.
The mastermind behind this abduction stood smiling; he looked down at the
woman’s black leather boots bound neatly together at the ankles, and slowly up
her long supple legs wrapped in black fishnet tights. His hand landed softy on her hip as his eyes
scanned her tight shorts that hugged her waist and buttocks perfectly. Her
shorts sat low on her pelvis maybe three inches above her woman hood. Her
stomach glistened with perspiration and moved slightly with slow breaths,
quivering randomly as her nervous system recovered from the electrical
onslaught.
Vulker’s
other hand moved to her chest. Both arms were tied tightly behind her back and
both elbows cinched together painfully bending her athletic shoulders back. Her
perfect round breasts pointed opposite directions; they spread apart so much
her costume material became almost shear showing the exact outline of her round
nipples, one of which was under the thumb of her enemy’s wandering hand. There
was no resistance from the beautiful blonde, her mascara covered lashes
fluttered a little as her body tried to regain consciousness. Vulker let his hand glide up her body from her hip grabbed
her gagged jaw and straitened her head to his. Her eyes stayed closed but her
expression seemed to come back, Canary’s eye brows arched and a whimpering moan
crept from her tight gag.
Vulker
slid his hand down the Black Canary's skin tight costume absorbing every curve
and soft texture until he reached her pelvis. His forefinger probed the front
of her shorts softly rubbing her mound and locating her sex. Vulker starred into the beautiful woman's unconscious face
as her expressions reflected what was being done to her.
The crew of
thugs quietly watched the helpless heroine slowly come to. Another sexy moan
escaped her as her eyelids slowly opened.
Her long legs moved slowly rubbing against one another causing a slight
hiss sound from her fishnet tights. It was clear the blonde bombshell was
enjoying this; so did her captors. The fondling accelerated and the force Vulker applied increased. Canary's breaths quickened as did
her noises– small whines and muffled moans–her nipples stood erect as well. She
tugged weakly at her bindings completely helpless and clearly aroused. The
molestation continued and Vulker pulled her tight
stretchy gag from her mouth and slid it over her eyes. Canary’s moans were more
clear and her pouty lips quivered as Vulker pressed his mouth to hers stabbing his tongue into
her mouth. She kissed back and Vulker pulled away
leaving the blindfolded heroine to search with her lips.
Canary then
tensed up as if she instantly realized her predicament and was roughly torn
from whatever erotic fantasy she was enjoying (which secretly was reality).
Canary now struggled like a caged tiger and pulled free of the perverted hands
of Vulker’s but was held fast by the strong thugs.
The outraged heroine screamed as her tight gag was replaced; she thrashing her
bound legs up and down trying to loosen their iron grip. Two men held her boots
up behind her and held her writhing form horizontally; she levitated helplessly
in the tight grasp of four thugs.
Vulker
approached her while pouring a bottle of chloroform into a rag. Canary panicked
and tried thrashing around as the clothe covered her
mouth and nose. The blonde held her breath and her eyes pleaded with the
captors, but that only seemed to arouse them. She held her breath for as long
as she could but eventually took a deep breath, her big black lashes fluttered
as her beautiful green eyes crossed softly and another of her sexy light moans
filled the room.
The heroines
head swayed in the cool air in the underground parking lot at “84168 Devon
Road”. The largest man in the group of five had the Black Canary tied up and
slung over his shoulder. The unconscious heroine’s golden hair swayed with
every step the thug made. Her long fit arms were tied at the elbow and wrist
stretching her shear black shirt; her fishnet covered buttocks protruded up as
her midsection rest on the thug’s strong shoulder. Canary’s trademark legs were
tied at the knees and ankles. The lean woman’s frame didn’t seem to slow the
hooded man; he easily kept up with his boss’s hurried pace.
The lot was
intentionally abandoned except for the four identical Lincoln town cars parked
in single file. When Vulker and his entourage reached
the idling cars the unconscious blonde was lowered down, as her bearer leaned
forward he took one more hand full of her perfect silken behind and set it down
softly on the leather upholstered back seat. The heroines gagged head slumped
forward another goons hand grabbed a handful of her hair and exposed her
gorgeous features; “still snoozing “the man snickered. A burlap sack was pulled
roughly over her head and was cinched at her throat. Vulker
got into the car on the opposite side as the heroine’s torso fell on the seat.
The thugs crammed and groped her fishnet covered legs and leather bound feet
into the car and slammed the door shut. The motorcade sped out of the lot and
raced into the cold Gotham night.