The Emerald Chronicles
Chapter Three
by Alexandra and Jen

It was a week or so after that night when I was back out on patrol. It was twilight, and I was running a typical sweep. I had added somthing to my belt. It was a flashlight holder, fully contained, and made of plastic. However, it didn't hold a flashlight. It held a 10 inch long, studded, multi speed, white vibrator. I figured if they had worked so well against me, they might also work well against any super villianesses I could encounter.

I was walking along the sidewalk, drawing some gazes, as it wasn't that dark yet, and a superheroine in costume wasn't exactly a normal sight at this time of day. Most people did seem happy to see me, although some looked at my way with anger, probably figuring my costume perverted that ideas of youth. Others, of course, looked at me with lust. I did my best not to walk sexily, or flaunt myself in any other way.

My walk was going by quietly. Then I passed by one storefront, the store was called Antiqitues, that was already closed, and caught a glimpse of movement inside just before I passed the window by completely. I took a second look, and saw a man pushing a box to the back door. At first, I thought he was simply working late, then I realized he was wearing all black, and had a black cap low over his face. I decided to swing around back to check it out.

As I made it to the alley to get behind the store, I heard a voice, which caused me to look to my right.

"Hello, Miss...?" A man in a suit was on the sidewalk, and had stopped to look at me.

"Yes? Can I help you?" I said, as I gave him a quick once over, quickly realizing he wasn't a threat.

"I just wanted to say how much we merchants appreciate you keeping an eye out. I'm Bill Sutter, of Sutter's Silks." He nodded back at his store, apparently trying to make conversation.

I smiled. "Thank you. I'm glad to be of help to honest citizens." I put my right hand on my hip, at a jaunty angle, posing slighty as I spoke.

He smiled back. "Well, that's good of you and you know, if you ever need anything, I can give you an honest deal. It would be just a little gesture of appreciation for your efforts."

"Thank you, again. Is there anything in particualar you need at the moment, Mr. Sutter?"

"Oh, no, no. I just wanted you to know make you feel welcome." He continued smiling, apparently happy to talk as long as I'd let him.

I kept smiling "I'd like to chat more but, I am working." I leaned a little closer, and whispered "You see, thieves often stake out the back doors of the stores they'll rob, so I need to check the backs for scouts."

"Oh, of course!" He looked very impressed, watched me for a moment, then walked on with a hushed "Good luck, then!"

"Thanks" I said, once more, then headed off into the alley. I made it back into the alley, where I saw a black van parked at the back of Antiquities. The side panel door was open, and I couldn't see in from this angle. The back door of the shop was open, unsuprisingly.

I slid quietly up the alley, heading for the van. When I was within twenty feet of it I could tell there was no driver, so I moved closer, angling for the open side door, to look within the van. The side door was lined up with the open back door of the store. I slipped around the door, and then peeked inside the van.

Inside it, I saw nobody, and nothing. It was carpet-lined, with some shelves, and some hold-down straps. I then heard a fairly low "Hey!" from behind. Flicking my head around, I saw a man, possibly the one I saw before, staring. Then he darted back around a corner out of sight. I heards him say something more, but it wasn't clear what.

I turned, and called into the store. "Sir, if this is your van, could you please come here?"

There was no reply for a moment, then some more low speaking, then the man reappeared, looking nervous. "Y-yeah, it's mine. We're just loading it up." He stepped into plain view, followed by two similarly-garbed men carrying a heavy-looking statue between them. I noticed he had removed his cap, and the others weren't wearing caps either. He continued to speak "Now...umm, if you'll excuse me, this thing's heavy - and valuable."

I didn't move as I said "Well, if this is your statue, you'll of course have a bill of sale for it."

They continued forward. "Oh, well of course! Ted, it's in your pocket, right?" They were pretty close now with the nearest man, who was the one not carrying the statue, in front. Ted, the last in line, nodded.

I stayed where I was at the open side door. I slid into the herone pose - Legs apart and hands on hips, and said "Good. I'd like to see it please, just to be sure that everything's on the up and up."

I could see the head of the statue in the second man's arms. It was something dark, and looked like stone, vaguely person-shaped but much smaller. The first man sighed.

"Look, lady, I'm not fishing in Ted's pockets. No offense, Ted, and he's got his hands full. Let us put this thing down, then we'll show you our bill, right?"

"That's fine"

They continued moving forward. The first one had to stop to avoid bumping into me, so he sidestepped out of the doorway. The other two walked towards me.

"Well...you'll have to move! We're not putting it down on no stinkin' pavement!" said First.

"Nope" I replied "You can set it in the store, or on the ground, but, until I see proof it's yours, it doesn't go in the van." I kept my right hand cocked on my hip, but the left was now along my side, ready to strike, if need be. I was being reasonable, since the owner hadn't come back here to let me know that they had bought it.

They look pained. Then First spoke up. "Ted, let me grab that end, then you can make Miss Nosey here happy." He brushed past to stand next to Ted. Second was near me, holding the head of the statue which projected a little in front of him. There was some fumbing, and First got his hands on the statue. Second shifted a little too, backing the statue up a little, as I nodded, and waited patiently.

As I nodded, First grunted "Now" and threw his weight forward and after the barest hesitation, so did Second and Ted. They propelled the statue right at my midsection - and it didn't have far to go.

I got hit by the statue, and fell back into the van. My upper legs, body and arms flopped inside the van, while from from the knee down my legs were still outside. I kicked, as I fell, and struck one of them a glancing blow.

They kept pushing on the statue and it slid up my torso a bit, pinning me underneath. Then First clambered onto it as well.

I grunted with the impact. I braced my arms to push the statue up, and, I snapped a kick out. It caught Second in the side of the knee. He screamed and dropped to the side, out of sight. His fall revealed another man, who seemed to have just landed behind Second & Ted - apparently he was flying. He's dressed all in black, too - a skintight suit in his case, with a shimmer of silver at the shoulders and waist. I was distracted from him by First, who was still partially on me and now propped himself up on one arm and used the other to rain punches down at my head and cheeks.

I was annoyed by the punches. They didn't hurt much, but were very maddening. I pushed my arms up, forcing the statue backwards with all of my might My anger enahnced the force of my push and the statue fairly flew out of the door of the van.

"No!" yelled the tights-wearing newcomer. He reached for it, futilely, as it passed him and crashed to the ground. I heard a crack, then a "foom!" and then saw a brilliant red flash.

First and Ted were more concerned with me than with the statue, and Ted grabbed at my legs while First kept hitting me. I ignored Ted for the moment to deal with First. I sat up, braced myself on one arm, then used the other to hit him with a punishing blow that reeled him. Ted had grabbed both my legs, along my calves.

I wasn't concerned. I tossed First off, out of the van, then started to deal with Ted. Just then, I flopped down to the van floor again, grabbed seemingly from behind and held firmly down. After a moment, I realized that the van's tie down straps had pulled me down, on thier own, and were starting to fasten themselves. My left arm was near my side, and my right was pulled out slightly from my body.

I was stunned for a moment, and felt my left arm press tightly against my side, as that strap closed. I kicked with my legs, to try and break Ted's grip, and, with my right hand, I grabbed the strap, as I still had some leverage there, and pulled, hoping to snap it.

I managed to grab the strap and pulled at it. Nothing happened, not even a hint of movement. I did dislodge Ted, though. First crawled back into sight, rubbing his jaw. "So, never seen magic before, girl? You're in for it..." he said. With my eyes wide, I assumed, for this attack was suprising, I glanced and saw the newcomer. He was tying knots in a tiny piece of ribbon, eyes staring feverishly and looking very angry.

As the second strap worked over my right arm, and began to draw it down, the other strap cinched tighter. I knew that I had to do something. So, I arched my back, and lifted my legs up, and back towards myself. My calves arced around First's neck suprising him. I then powered them down, and flung him from the van. He screamed, as he hit the ground, and one of his arms hit the guy in the bodysuit, who stopped playing with the ribbon, and, immediately, the straps stopped tightening.

He then spoke. "You just had to show up, didn't you. Do you have any idea how long I've searched for that statue? The powdered heart in there - the power I could have had! Instead you blunder in, and my idiot assistants try to tackle you themselves. Now what will I do with all of this?" He held up a hand, and from it dangled a cloth bag bulging with unknown contents, including some that move.

"You should have bought it legally" I said, not impressed by his ranting. I tried to judge how far away he was, and, and the same time pulled up with my right arm. I was not intending to snap the strap, but more to try and overstrees the metal part that held it down.

"Not an option, for reasons your puny mind could never grasp." He was too far to kick, I saw, but not by too much. My right arm was entangled in straps, but not securely tied - I thought I could work it out. For now, I pulled hard, even though it wasn't not moving much. These are pretty strong straps although the fasteners probably were not as rugged.

He kept speaking "Oh, but there is something I can do. You like blundering into the way of your betters, do you? And stealing my luck? Well, it's all yours. Remove her lower clothes." He placed the cloth bag somewhere and got that wild look in his eyes again.

I kept pulling at the strap, focusing on tearing it free. "You know, if you're so much smarter than me, why did you try and steal the staute in broad daylight, hmm?" I tried to use a mocking tone, though my eyes widend at the stripping command, as I prepared to kick anyone who came within range.

He looked a little troubled at something, before Ted, and a staggering First, blocked my view of him. "Nobody should have been able to see anything. I had covered this alley carefully."

I kicked out at Ted. He was expecting the kick, and caught my foot although I did connect. He grimaced, but continued to the side, pulling my left leg to the side and simultaneously working the boot off. First followed more warily.

The speaker kept talking. "No matter. I'll have revenge on you, although I need a little something from you to complete the spell. I'm sure you'll oblige."

I kept mocking him, to try and throw him off "Well, Mr Brilliant, you forgot to cover the front window with your spell..pretty big oversight, huh" I kept pulling on the strap, and, as I felt the left boot come free, I feinted a kick, with the right, at First, then slammed a real kick with it at Ted.

The magician just grunted in response. So did Ted when I connected nicely with the kick, staggering him. His grip loosened quite a bit.

Speaker said "So, too fiesty, are we? I have just the thing." He scoops a pinch of dust from the base of the store's outer wall, then tossed it into the van with a quick utterance. My wide-eyes were a disadvantage here. I did blink just a bit late to stop some of the dust from entering. Rather than feeling gritty, it just seemed to disappear - but I was immediately overcome with a terrible tiredness, a deep fatigue that made it an effort to open my eyes, let along move my limbs.

I sagged back, my right arm no longer pulling, as the tiredness hit. But, I did tear my left leg from Ted's loosened grasp, while I was trying to fight off the sleepy feeling. But about that same time, Frist grabbed my right foot. The tiredness was very strong, and I struggled to remain awake and to focus on defending myself.

I felt my right boot get easily tugged off, my movements slowed by this strange tiredness. I shook my head, side to side, breathing as deeply as I could, to try and clear it my head, and to keep my eyes as open as I could. I also tried to squirm my legs, to make them harder to grab, and to work my right arm free.

I was lying back, fighting to stay awake, fighting to free my arm, fighting to keep my legs free. It was too much, and I lost one of those struggles. For a moment both legs were grabbed, then First had re-entered the van, releasing my leg, and crawling past me and kneeling on my right arm. Ted was working his grip up my left leg a bit at a time, hanging on just below the knee.

I found my fighting stopping, even my free right leg dangling in the air, my eyes nearly shut, and I focused everything on just staying awake. I couldn't even resist as I felt First tightly pull the strap pinning my right arm to my side. Seeing my weakness, Ted lowered my lower left leg quickly, then leaned in, and deftly tore open the velco fasteners of my crotchguard. The tearing sound did help me regain some of my senses.

First, meanwhile, had cinched my right arm pretty tight, and now both were pinned against my sides, and the two straps over my body held me down. First then crawled past me so he was above my head, looking down. "Ohh, now these are nice."

The Mage spoke. "Go ahead you know what I need."

"Same as the other one, right Master?"

"Exactly."

I tried to focus on fully waking up. I knew I could break free if only I wasn't so tired. I also squirmed my hips, to try and buy some time, and to frustrate Ted's attempt to strip me, presenting, I'm sure, an appealing picture to him, and I did slow him down. But, he still managed to grasp the top of my tights.

First, meanwhile, with his Master's encouragement, leaned forward and ran his fingers down over my shoulders, then onto my chest. He pressed his palms in lightly, and the fingers kept moving down, under the material of my top, to capture both breasts.

"S..stop th..that" I said, eyes once more wide, as I felt First's hands on my breasts, his skin warm on mine. I squirmed, feeling truly helpless, for all my strength, I am held by simple packing straps. As his hands pass my nipples I again say "S..stop" while unknowlingly I stopped squirming my hips. I was quite neatly bundled up. It's likely with my full strength I could burst out of these straps, but I didn't have that right now. First wasn't helping either, although I was no longer as tired.

"Stop? Oh no, I don't think so. Mmm no, this is much too nice, don't you agree, little superheroine?" First squeezed gently, then ran his hands in soft, smooth circles. The material of my top had stretched over his hands, and was working downward as he moved his palms over my nipples, slowly and purposefully. Aided by my hips' stillness, Ted managed to pull my leggings down, passing my hips then very quickly taking them off the rest of the way.

He spoke, for the first time. "Little panties - nice."

The Master spoke: "They have to come off too, as you know. Go on." He sounded impatient.

I squirmed slightly from the cold air on my now bare legs. "S..stop" I said again, trying to wake up fully and to concentrate. First's hands made the latter hard, though, and I moaned softly as my nipples begin to harden under them. I felt the hands grab my panties, and pull them down, and off me. "N..no.." I said, as I was exposed to their eyes, helpless to do anything about it.

First continued making rubbing motions with his full hand directly across my nipples, as he felt them stiffening.

"There we go. I said it was nice, and it seems you agree." He then changed his motion, making "c"s out of his hands that glided down over my breasts, then rose up, surrounding the nipples, and his thumb and forefinger approach, getting ever closer before pinching gently.

Ted made a chuckling, snuffling noise now that he had my panties off my legs.

His boss told him "Very good. You can keep those, as a souvenir. Now, continue." After a second, Ted wormed his way between my legs and was examing me closely, and then began tracing circles around me, not too lightly, as the Master also stepped a little closer, bag in hand once again.

I continued to moan softly, as my nipples get quite hard under the hands, my tiredness making any forms of resistance impossible. I felt Ted's hands, but made no attempt to avoid them. "P..please...don't...you have...to stop...this..is wrong" I gasped out.

First just chuckled softly and increased his movements, drawing opposing lines up my breasts that point to my nipples, where he brought his fingers together for a rolling pinch.

The Master replied "After what you cost me you're getting off quite lightly, girl. I'm just bringing out what's already there. You supply the raw material for this particular spell."

Ted was using both hands now, pressing them against my lips and gliding forward and back.

The Master leaned over him, said something softly, then for a moment I felt another touch, then it was gone.

I kept moaning softly as I shook her head to try and fight off the initial sensations from First, but my moans grew louder with the touches from Ted. With my eyes shut slightly, and my tongue wetting her lips, I raggedly said "Ohh...please...ahhh....you must...must..s.top"

My moaning matched a sound I heard from by my feet. The Master was doing something, with a low moaning speech. First had been staring at my breasts, the material of my top now pushed down below them, watching his fingers glide up, down, capturing my nipples and rolling them. Now he stared at my face, noticing the signs of my arousal. "Oh, you don't want us to stop. In fact, you're quite the hot little tart, aren't you?"

Between my legs, Ted continued, showing more skill than one might have expected. Two fingers of one hand remained on my lips, sometimes slipping betweem them, and the other hand moved now to rub gently over my clitoris.

I wanted to deny Firsts words, but couldn't seem to form a rebuttal. My moans continued, louder, then I gasped, raggedly, the first time my clit was touched. "P...please...ahhh...ohh..." My head shook from side to side, as I moistend, my hips moving slightly now. "Ohh...it...feels...no...stop...good..." My words were jumbled as I tried to fight the feelings.

First tried to be encouraging, with not just his manipulation of my breasts, but his words. "There, now, just let it go. You know this is what you want. Focus on that feeling, here..." he pinched my nipples "and between your legs." At that, Ted pressed more firmly, capturing my clitoris with two fingers and then drawing back. "Focus on that and enjoy it. You do enjoy that, that's obvious, admit it. What kind of woman walks down alleys wearing skin-tight clothes and gets wet the moment she's touched, hmm? A slut, that's what kind."

"N..no...I'm a heroine...not a slut." I continued to get wetter, my words ragged between moans. I then gasped raggedly as Ted caught my clit, and slowly rolled it in his fingers.

There was another touch, as The Master leaned in once more to place a finger on my slit before withdrawing again.

First kept mocking me while he fondled unceasingly and Ted worked smoothly, both hands moving in time. "Sure, of course, a heroine. What's your name, Superslut? The Green Harlot? Oh, you may be strong, but there's no denying you're a slut. Right, Ted?"

From below, the reply. "She a slut. Slut panties."

First speaks again. "Yes, Ted, you can keep the slut's panties. I'm surprised she was wearing any. Master, maybe you should do something about that?"

There was no reply from the Master, just an increased volume to his guttural, groaning/moaning speech.

I gasped and moaned loudly, my resistance ebbing, as the combination of the touches and words worked on my willpower. My body was building up, I knew, but was unable to fight the sensations. My only denial to Firsts' words was a shaking of my head.

First kept looking down at me perhaps in more ways than one. His expression was gently mocking, as if I was a silly child. "Look at you with your top down below your breasts, nothing on below the waist, lying on your back in a van in an alley, soaking wet, nipples hard, getting closer to an orgasm. You're the very picture of a slut. From now on when I hear that word, I'm going to picture you, just like this. So admit it..." he said as he began squeezing and rolling my nipples more firmly and Ted wouldn't let go of my captured clitoris, now. With each word, First squeezes: "...you...are...a...slut." Then he held them fast and pulled them up, gently - holding them there. "Admit it!" he commanded.

I felt myself getting closer and closer with each word, finally expoding into a climax. But, even as my body bucked with the orgasm, I shook my head no to Firsts' command.

Above my own climax, or somehow in synch with it, I heard The Master escalate to some sort of spell-casting climax of his own. First and Ted held tight, pressed against me, while I rode out the waves of pleasure and the world grew darker and darker. Finally, it all disappeared, and I had a last feeling of coldness, yet also some satisfaction. Then I was fully unconscious.

Sometime later, during the dark of night, I awoke. I was laying in the alley, clothing around me. I pulled my tights and boots back on, fixed my costume, and managed to stagger home, to once more fall into sleep.