Gallant
Girl
(
A
night of Dread )
BY: B. D.
Phillips
Gallant Girl is the creation of Melissa Gallant
About Gallant Girl
Ever since she was
14 she dreamed of being a big time super heroine like her
heroes
Batgirl and Black Canary.
She began
training in martial arts and studying engineering and physics.
Every day
she practiced, improving her skills little by little as she did.
Then, Tragedy struck
her early as her parents where ruthlessly gunned down by
a
Meth dealer in a case of mistaken identity.
As soon as
she could she moved out of her parents house and got a small
apartment
in a scummy part of town, to put her new skills to use.
On street
corners, alleyways, and drug houses, a new heroine took
command.
She started her crime fighting career, on small time crooks, then
after a bit of
confidence she hit the big time taking
on the high rollers.
Gallant
Girl likes to work in the shadows, slowly eating away at master criminal's
empires,
driving them MAD!
Most of the time she would spent hours
and hours sneaking around, to get the
Drop
on her opponents. With no superpowers, she had to be careful, but
her
Efforts almost
always were worth the time it took.
Resourcefulness
and determination and a stubborn inability to give up have been
some of her
strengths. One of her weapons, was her incredibly
beauty. At 6', 140lbs,
with
chestnut hair, brown eyes, high full, breasts and long lean legs she was
pretty
enough
to use her wiles to her favor.
Now, in her mid
20's, Gallant Girl has become a very well known heroine to
the
Citizens of Grand
Capital...and a dangerous obstacle to big time criminals, as
well
as
small time crooks.
By
day, Melissa is a mild mannered English Literature professor in her 3rd
year
At
the Welmont community college...by night, she fights crime locally, attacking
the
infrastructure of
the local crime syndicate's enterprises.
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Present
day
Her
latest arch enemy is
Dread is the leader of the gang he
stand's 6'6'' is 300lbs of towering
ebony muscle. He dresses in fine
suits and speaks powerfully yet
articulately with no hint of inner
city Ebonics.
He
owns several record labels and maintains absolute power over
the
regional
hip hop scene. He owns several nightclubs and strip joints.
He made his
millions by his ruthlessness and intelligence in building a
huge drug
empire selling cocaine and crack.
Dread has
managed to wrestle control of over half a dozen gangs and
Amalgamated
them into his own Thug Co. He exploits the hopes and
dreams of
the inner city thugs, making them his pawns in his
drug
cartel.
Dread
is often chauffeured around in Black Hummers or Land
Rovers
and is always
escorted by a dozen steroid freak body guards.
Also he uses
his influence on the music industry for his own gratification.
Any young aspiring
model/actress/singer who wants to be signed by his
label usually
must undergo humiliating sexual exploitation at
Dread's
hands
as well as his friends.
Those who aren't
talent enough to make him money in the music
industry
end
up working in his strip clubs, or on the streets as prostitutes.
His
nearly unlimited supply of cocaine keeps them
trapped.
Dread detests
gallant Girl, and has placed a bounty on her.
Well,
her breasts anyway.
"1/2
a mill to anybody who brings me her big white titties...A bonus mill
if she's alive and
unharmed."
Dread had
previously captured the super heroine Autumn.
He forcibly addicted
her to cocaine and made her his personal
sex slave.
Her whereabouts as well
as Dreads are currently unknown?
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Summary:
Gallant Girl believes she will
finally
put an end to a the criminal activities of a
dangerous
Arch enemy...but, is she the Hunter, or the
prey??
Special
guest Heroine:
Teen
Shadow.
Gallant
Girl
(
A night of Dread )
Literature Professor Melissa Gallant hurries down the flights, with
her arms loaded with books, and papers from her class of 55
students to grade on the renaissance era.
She had planned on going out as Gallant girl later. Since it was
the
weekend...an all nighter as the colorful crimefighter would not
deprive her of a restful two days off.
But, as luck would have it...Dean Thomas changed the
deadline
for all midterm assignment completions from next week to
Monday
morning due to the spring break coming up.
Normally, her teaching assistant Amy helped her with a great
deal
of her grading chores...however, since the "Patron saint of College
Profs"
a nickname Melissa gave her had so unselfishly gave up her weekends
on
so many previous times in the past...Melissa insisted that she take
the
weekend off. But, even then, she had to almost literally twist the
girls arm
to make her comply.
"Hey
Melissa!"
a voice called out her.
Melissa turned around to find a young man by the name of
Kyle Jordan. Kyle was one of her students from her morning
class.
A 19 years old male model in his off time, his buff physique
gave
her many a sexual fantasy...it was all she could do to maintain
a
regular student teacher relationship.
"That's...Miss
Gallant!"
Melissa corrected him, as he got within
a
few feet of her.
"At
least while we're on
campus," She added in a
tone just loud enough for him to hear, followed by a quick wink of
her eye.
She still remembered the tickets for his concert at the end of the
semester.
"Who
knows,"
she thought. Maybe then...some of her
fantasies will become reality?
Kyle rolled his eyes at her.
"Miss
Gallant,"
He began again.
"I was wondering if you would like
to join me with the band
this weekend for a concert
on the east side If we do okay...a big
time producer
may pick us
up?"
Melissa wanted nothing more
than to say yes. But, two things held
her back. First there was the fact someone might see them
together
...2nd, there was the papers to grade.
Melissa shrugged, motioning to the armload of papers in her
arms.
"Sorry," She stated.
"Got lots of work to
do!"
"Unless...you just
want to fail this semester? She
teased him with
tone of flirtation and sarcasm in her voice.
Kyle felt his penis harden at the sight of her cleavage exposed
behind
her lowcut sweater. Suddenly, the 70 degree temperatures of the
Grand Capital Fall season seemed very hot.
Many times (Unknown to Melissa of course) he would get a
major
Hard On, sitting at his desk, just listening to her voice lecturing
to the
class. He had many prospects for girlfriends on campus...but,
none
would ever compare to the Hot teacher of his
dreams.
Kyle took a deep breath. "We'll...
if you can get away?"
he persisted handing her
a flyer.
"We'll be at that
address until
Melissa looked into his
eyes.
"I'll see if I can
get away." She
stated.
Kyle gave her a slight grin.
'Hope so?" He responded,
Then, without another word, he walks away, never looking back,
as Melissa watches him disappear into the mass of students rushing
out to begin their weekends.
Melissa hesitates, deep in her thoughts for a moment.
Then, she heads to the faculty parking lot, to her 2007 Mazda RX8,
and two days of solid work at home.
very distinguished looking African American man to one of the finest
Suites
in the building.
"I hope this will be to your liking Mr. Drake?" The Bellhop announced,
as
he keys the door, and holds it open for the man to enter.
The man says nothing, as he puffs on a cigar.
"It'll do," The man uttered
simply.
"Very good!" The bellhop
responded, with his hand out.
"Will there be anything else
sir?"
Drake took a hundred dollar
bill out of his coat pocket and put it
in the smiling bellhop's hand.
"Yes there is," He
announces.
"Under no circumstances am I to be disturbed for the next two
days!"
"Can you see to that?" Drake
winked handing the bellhop three additional
one hundred dollar bills.
The bellhop's eyes lit up.
"Yes...sir!"
"Oh...one last
thing?"
Drake asked, as the bellhop started to leave.
"Yes sir?" the Bellhop eagerly
asked.
Drake took a few steps forward to stand towering over the short
Bellhop.
"My...Lady friend is going to
join me later on tonight...and well she can
get a little... freaky...if you know what I mean?" Drake
winked.
"So...if you hear some screaming
coming from inside...don't worry about it!
My baby just gets into role playing...she likes to pretend she's some
costumed
heroine ...and likes me to tie her to the bed and have rough sex with
her!"
The Bellhop gives him a
wink. "Gotcha sir!" he responded.
"Good man!" Drake said handing
the bellhop another $100 before closing the
door on him.
As the bellhop rides the elevator down, Drake walks over to the
huge
mirror in the bathroom. He looks at himself for a moment, then turns
slightly
as he removes a fake beard from his face.
Smiling, the now clean shaven Drake walks into the bedroom, noticing
the sturdy
King sized brass bed in the center of the room. Drake takes his
briefcase
and sets it on top of the bed.
Opening a few security locks, he opens the case to find it filled
with
multiple strands of silk ropes. Moving a few strands he finds
several
odd devices, along with assorted oils and sexual
lubricants.
Drake smiled. "Yes," he
said out loud to himself.
"My Lady friend likes it freaky!"
20
minutes later...10 mile away in her modest west side
apartment,
an eye weary Melissa Gallant tosses her reading glasses onto the
desk
after evaluating the 10th below average book
report.
"Did anyone read the material?" She perplexed, rubbing her
eyes,
staring at the television newscast on the TV in the other room.
Grabbing the remote control on the edge of her desk, she
adjusts
the
volume so she could hear better.
Suddenly, on the TV screen flashes a familiar
photo.
Now curious, Melissa turns up the volume some more, as
News
Anchorwoman explains the image.
"Finally
in the news tonight," The woman
announces.
"
better known as the drug kingpin Dread...is still a
mystery?
Three months ago
hiding after the Vigilante
Gallant girl provided evidence of his criminal
activities."
Melissa smiles remembering that night as her alter
ego.
"Now for entertainment news," The anchorwoman announces,
as
a male announcer takes over.
"In
"Not interested!"
Melissa
responded, flicking off the television in
the reporters mid sentence, As she tosses the remote aside and
puts
her glasses back on, she notices the flier that Kyle handed
her.
She had not really looked at it before, and reached out to pick it
up.
"Hum?" She began. "Join
us tonight for the battle of the bands. Dozens
of bands...one prize ...a coveted record deal with Star records. To
award
the prize...Owner and CEO Franklin Drake."
Melissa's eyes go wide as
she looks at the picture of Drake on the flier.
Hesitating a moment, she takes the flier and places it in her
computer's
scanner
and saves the file. Using her Photo magic program, she
removes
Drakes
facial hair and gasps at the results.
"Dread!"
In
a mild panic, Melissa pulls out the morning newspaper, looking
for
a news headline she saw earlier.
"Star records producer Franklin
Drake
arrives later on tonight at the Grand Capital
Marriott,"
After reading the article, Melissa hesitates a moment in her
thoughts,
then gets up and walks over to her walk in closet. Walking in, she
reaches
for a zipped up, hanging, clothing holder, and takes it over to place
it
on her bed. She smiles
at the colorful costume contained inside.
Melissa sat on the bed and with practiced ease, slid her feet into
her
solid red knee high boots. The left leg was first, and then the
right.
She zipped up each boot enjoying the soft feel of leather against
her
legs, as they snugged up as securely as a second
skin.
Melissa stood up. The 4 inch heels made her feel unusually tall.
At
first, she had trouble walking in them, much less fighting in them,
but
with years of practice, she could even run in them. And as a
bonus,
it gave her the added height she needed to help intimidate
opponents.
Melissa stood in front of her full length mirror and took off her
robe.
Naked
beneath, she stood there for a moment admiring the woman
looking back at her.
Except for some bagging under the eyes, from some sleepless
nights,
her face was beautiful. Her hair was a stunningly gorgeous
brown,
with shoulder length locks that accented the lightly tan color of
her
slender neck.
Melissa
flexed her arm muscles.
Her well defined biceps tensed. Her workouts kept her muscles firm
and tight, but still did not mask her femininity.
Her breasts were perfect...a D-cup in size, but firm, with small nipples
centering her un-tanned mounds.
Her
mid section was tight from a strict regiment of sit-ups, and
her
hips and legs flexed with
power due to a combination of running
and leg lifts.
Melissa
eyed her shapely hips.
Although, her breast size went from a 38 to a 36D...and her mid
section slimmed slightly to a tone 24 inches, due to a strict regiment
of
sit-ups ...her hips remained a firm
and seductive 37 inches.
She poked at her hips, examining the bone line and the flesh around
it.
She was quite buff there too, with only the merest limit of soft flesh
to
remind her at times she was still a
woman.
Her pubic hair was nearly nonexistent. A year now has passed
since
she settled on the idea of Laser surgery, and except for a small,
thin line
along the center of her vagina...she was bare as a new born baby.
Melissa donned her crimson colored halter top first. It's built in
bra
felt soft and comforting against her nipples, as the halter secured
and
covered her breasts.
She pulled dark blue panties on up over her hips and then pulled up
her crimson mini skirt. Red gloves followed...and Gallant girl
suddenly
stood
where professor Gallant was minutes earlier.
Melissa looked herself over for a moment. First a front view, then
she
turned to view her profile. "Just
two things missing," She said to herself,
turning to retrieve a locked, box from the closet.
She put the box on the bed and unlocked it.
Two things only were
inside...her utility belt, packed with enough
special devices to make even Batman envious, and her mask.
Melissa smiled looking down at the sky blue mask, encrusted with
three
red stars edged in an eggshell white color at the points of each
star.
Melissa put the mask aside and took her utility belt in both hands
to clasp
it around her waist.
Melissa stuffed her mask in the left hand pocket of her long gray
trench
coat, and then draped her coat around her costumed form and grabbed
her keys and pocket book off the kitchen counter on her way out.
She looked over at the mass of un-graded reports on her desk and shook
her head. "They'll just have
to wait," She said to herself, walking out the front
door.
"Gallant girl has a date with a man named Alton Davis III,"
30
minutes later... in an Irish Pub, several bands from the area
gather
for
a few drinks after going over material and practicing over and
over for tomorrows contest. With one of the bands, Bass player
and
successful Calvin Kline model Kyle Jordon sits back with his 2nd
of
2 Boilermakers.
"Man...do yourself a favor," Brady Lymon, drummer for the
band,
and best friend of Kyle advised, noticing that Kyle was a little
low.
"You aint gonna score with no Lady Professor!" He
commented,
pointing to a blonde girl about 18, across the
room.
"What you need is a hunk of blonde tail like that!"
Kyle paid no mind to Brady's
comment. He simply gave the girl a
quick stare, then turned away and continued to sip on his
drink.
"She's okay," He
commented.
Brady just shook his head,
when he was handed a copy of a
local
magazine. On the cover was a photograph that caught
his
eye. "If you like hot Bods out of your
league...check out this
one Kyle!" He announces.
"Damnnnnn!"
One of the guys expressed
"Fuck...she's hot!!!"
Another member of the band
added.
"Aint she that Gallant girl
chick?" A 40ish bartender inquired, as
he took a round of drinks from his tray that they had ordered,
and
passed
them around.
Kyle picked up the magazine and stared deeply at the
costumed
woman on the cover. He couldn't place her...but something in
her
eyes seemed extremely familiar.
Nearly
in her full costume, including mask and fully loaded utility
belt,
watches the patio window of main upper suite of the Grand Capital
Marriot with the aid of her specially designed eye piece, that serves
as a combination night vision device and telescope.
She had been observing the room for nearly an hour, but still
she
hadn't determined without a doubt if Dread was actually there
or
not?
Melissa removed the eye piece and rubbed her eyes.
She was tired. It had been a long day.
Melissa looks over her surroundings. She was 10 stories up
on
the roof of the Franklin Wilson building...a 30 year old
building
named
after a local radio announcer who died in 1977.
The building, now long since abandoned for a bigger and
better
location...used to be home to W K R L one of the best
known
radio
stations in Grand Capital.
As her hair blew in the night wind, she thought of the times
as
a little girl that she and her cousin
to get a birds eye view. At that time it was one of the tallest
structures in the city.
Turning back to the Marriot, some movement inside caught
her
eye. Replacing the eye piece, she adjusted it until the face
of
Anton Davis was clear in her scope.
She smiled. "There you are."
"All I have to do now...is get up there?" She ponders, for
a
few
moments, before turning to head for the 20 flights of
stairs
leading down to the street.
15 minutes later on the ground floor, the colorful heroine,
looks
up at the tall imposing structure only the richest of the city's
population has been inside of.
Melissa ponders her point of entry, when she notices
an
abandoned window washing scaffold.
"Bingo!" she
announces,
running across the street, to discretely climb aboard
it.
An electric
motor powered her quiet ascent, and soon,
Gallant girl climbed out onto a ledge just 5 feet from
Dread's
balcony.
Melissa
inconspicuously spied on Dreads activities, noticing
his hulking figure seeming to be sound asleep in a
chair.
She
smiled and quietly slipped over the railing.
Finding the glass door
half open, she slipped through the
opening.
The suite was darkened slightly, but still
illuminated
enough to see all around her.
Melissa focused on the shaved head of the black man in
front of her. She heard snoring coming from the chair the
man was sitting in.
"Time for a rude awakening," She thought
Melissa took another step forward and put her hands on
her
hips in a classic heroine pose, sliding a set of brass
knuckles
over her Crimson colored gloves.
"Wake up Dread!" she ordered,
loud and commanding, but
still not a yell. "You're going
down Asshole!" She added,
moving in close enough to touch him.
"Did you hear me?" She yelled
this time.
"Get out of that damn
chair...now!!" she demanded kicking
the
back of the chair in a fit of rage, in shock, when the man's
head rolls across the floor.
"What the....?" She puzzled,
when she notices that the snoring
sound
was coming from a tape recorder.
A wave of fear sweeps over her, as she realizes her arrogant
mistake. She had stumbled into Trap.
Melissa
immediately goes into a defensive posture.
Her first reaction is to retreat and regroup.
Melissa keeps a sharp eye out, scanning the dimly lit room, for
Threats, as she retreats to the balcony where she had
entered.
Just as she felt she might escape unscathed, she caught a
glimpse
of something out of the corner of her eye. Then something
struck
her...making a dull thud as it hit her in the back of the
head.
Melissa struggles to maintain conscious for a moment,
after
hitting the floor, but it was a losing battle. Everything seemed to
just spin all around her... and then her world went
black.
From the shadows, Dread walks toward her, toting what
looks
like a padded baseball bat. He smiles down at the
unconscious
heroine in front of him, admiring
her sculptured ass, draped in
the fabric of her dark blue panties.
Dread
nudges her with his foot...she didn't move.
Kneeling
, Dread grabs her arm, and rolls the silent heroine onto
her back. He pauses, as he takes in her incredible beauty, then pulls
off her mask to study her facial features.
Her identity did not register with him...but, that was no matter.
Who she was, meant little to him?
The mystery would only add fuel to the enjoyment of his revenge
on this meddlesome bitch, who has cost him not only millions of
dollars, but has dented
his reputation.
Dread discarded her mask and removed one of the brass
Knuckles she had on her
hand. He stared at it seemingly
Impressed, then removed the other and tosses them both
aside
along with her Crimson gloves.
Dread is impressed for a moment by a pendant Melissa
wore
around her neck. It seemed to accentuate her beauty even
furthur,
if that were even possible.
"Now to take a good look at
them big white Titties," Dread
sneered running his hands along her halter, finally reaching
behind her back to unsnap the rear strap of her upper costume,
discovering the smooth hook securing the two
halves.
Stretching the fabric a little, he separates the fasteners and
the
halter releases with a
snap.
Dread wastes no time grabbing the center of the halter, yanking
it away from her chest, leaving her naked breasts now
exposed
jiggling
enticingly before the notorious crime lord.
Dread's hands are immediately on her Tits.
His huge hands tighten around her soft globes, kneading them
surprisingly gentle, getting an unconscious moan from his
adversary,
as his tongue, in turn, erotically licks the nipples of each of her
breasts.
Finally, he goes all out, sucking on her Tits with the gusto of
a
prison inmate, who had not had a woman in years.
Suddenly, Dread forces himself to pull away from her.
"Not yet," He told himself,
fighting the urge, just to Tit-Fuck her
right there!
"There will be plenty of time
to fuck this cunt!" He reminded
himself, as he leaves her on the floor to retrieve several
items
from out of his briefcase.
Returning to his prey, he takes her by the shoulder and
rolls
her over onto her stomach. With a grin, Dread pulls each
of
her arms behind her back, tying her wrists together with
a
strand of soft silk rope.
Satisfied she is now securely bound, Dread drapes a dark
colored silk scarf around her head, wrapping it multiple
times
around her eyes, finally tying it in a square knot behind her
head
to make an effective blindfold.
Sporting
a mild sheen of perspiration, not to mention one hell
of a hard on, he gently
slaps her ass, and rolls the bound
heroine back over onto her back.
Dread
climbs to his feet, and pours himself a drink at his
fully
stocked wet bar. Taking a few sips of his drink, he walks
back
over to stare down at his half naked prize.
Dread takes the time to finish his cocktail, then removes a
set
of nipple clamps from his arsenal of bondage equipment.
He compares the full collection of interchangeable, add on
lead
weights that go with the clamps, to pick just the right ones.
He
is indecisive for a moment, then finally grabs two 12 ounce
ones.
Dread returns to his prey with a sadistic grin.
He connects the
first lead weight to a clamp, and holds the
device open with his thumb and forefinger moving it
forward
towards his sleeping
adversary.
Melissa shows a painful grimace, as the teeth of the clamp sink
into the soft flesh of her left nipple.
Dread laughs quietly, as he releases the lead weight, and it falls
to
her
side pulling hard on her nipple as it does.
He repeats the process with her right Tit, then continues to
strip her.
Prying his eyes away from the erotic rise and fall of
his
preys
tortured breasts, he pulls the belt out of the loops of her
skirt and unbuttons the waistband.
Dread grabs the top of her skirt with one hand and slowly
pulls
down the zipper with the other.
After the zipper reaches the bottom of it's track, Dread grabs both
sides of her skirt and tugs it down her hips.
Dread takes a moment to take in the sight of his former
adversary, clad now in only dark blue panties and her
crimson
colored footwear, and then reaches
for the zipper to her left
knee high boot.
After removing both boots, he picks up all remnants of
her
costume including her utility belt and mask and tosses
them
onto a chair nearby.
Quietly, he returns and lifts her gently into his strong
arms,
carrying
her across the room to the bed, where he sets her
down so that her lower back rests on a pillow. An effect
that causes her hips to jut upwards.
Dread
pulls another pillow forward, and lays the unconscious
Babe down so that her head is comfortably supported by the
Soft silk bolstering, and then backs away.
Dread's
eyes burn into her flesh, as he walks around to stop
at the foot of the huge brass bed.
His hands snake forward and caress her legs, working his
hands
upwards, until his fingers take hold of the waistband to
her panties.
In moments, the seductive Gallant girl lies completely nude
before him.
Dread tosses her panties on the chair with the rest of
her
costume, then again walks over to his briefcase and takes
two
additional
items from inside, then pours himself a 2nd cocktail.
With
drink in hand, he walks over to a chair close to the one
that has her clothing on it and places his selected items on
a
small
table beside him.
Sitting down in the high back leather armchair, Dread
sips
his drink quietly as he gazes towards the bed at the sight of
the unconscious female bound and naked before him in
the
dimly lighted room.
"The stage is set," He said
almost inaudibly, crossing his
legs in no hurry to proceed, as he picks up an electric
stunner from off of the side table that was beside a
small
leather whip.
"Just waiting for the curtain
to rise."
Several minutes later...a block away from the Marriot,
where Dread awaits Gallant girl's resurgence, a 2006
Honda accord pulls up and stops in front of the Irish Pub,
were Kyle Jordan and his
band were enjoying their
evening.
The male driver and female passenger exit the car
and
meet
on the sidewalk. "You sure he's in
here Bobby?"
the raven haired young haired woman in her early 20's
asked.
Bobby
shrugged. "This is the place Kyle told
me to meet
Him?" He stated, with a
look of uncertainty himself, as they
ascend
the 10 steps to the entrance to the Pub.
"Tell you what Brandi,"
Bobby announces, as he opens the
door for her. "If he's not
there...we can still order that
since we were
kids...and since this is your 21st
birthday,
you shouldn't have any problems with being
carded."
Brandi smiled. She couldn't
believe he remembered that.
Long
Island Iced tea, was a drink her father and mother
both often talked about having when they were to go
out
together.
Her and Bobby, at the age of 8, would play as
bartender
and
patron.
Bobby got to play like Tom Cruise in the movie Cocktail,
while Brandi played the beautiful woman.
Toting her mother's old purse, she would sashay up
to
the pretend bar...usually just the back steps to her
parents
home, and order a drink.
Although, she would alter her choices of drinks that she
heard
mentioned in the movie... she would order her parents
favorite
more than any.
"Okay
Mr. Cruise," She teased.
"Lets belly up to the back steps
and have one for the road!"
Inside
the Pub...Kyle and his buddies were just getting ready
to
settle up the bar tab, when the bar seemed to suddenly
quiet down.
Brady Lymon, the bands drummer turned to the
entrance,
his
eyes almost popping out of his head as he notices Bobby
and Brandi enter.
"Talk about your hot Bods!"
he announces, staring at Brandi
in shorts and a sleeveless top that shows off her well toned,
muscular arms, while teasing the bar's mostly male clientele
with
just a hint of bare midriff.
"What?" Kyle inquired, waking
from a half asleep slumber.
"Hey...
Bobby!" He shouted, standing up
to direct the two
newcomers
over to their table. An act that pleased Brady and
the other members of the band to no end.
"Glad you could make it Bro!"
Kyle greeted, giving Bobby
the
standard male acknowledgment. "I wasn't
really looking
for you till tomorrow night?"
Bobby nods.
"Kyle Jordan," He announces,
starting the introductions.
"I want you to meet Brandi
James," He explains. "We were up
in
sooner
than planned," He
adds.
"
mean Batman's home town? Man, I wish I could have
been
with
you dude...did ya see him man?"
"Noooo..." Bobby deliberately paused.
"But,
I did see Batgirl and Lark!" He
said, giving the smiling
Brandi a
wink. "Yeah," He continued
watching their faces
glowing in
fascination.
"I also saw Teen Shadow there!"
What he wasn't telling them, was that he saw them all
in
their secret identities as Barbara Gordon, Sarah
Maines
and
oh course, the girl beside him Brandi James.
"You're Shitting me!" Brady
spoke out. "The
that’s been kicking ass
down there for years now? Man she
is smoking hot in those tight assed shorts and top of
hers!"
Brandi
turned away, feeling herself start to blush.
She wasn't quite sure if she should take the remark as a compliment,
or a rude sexist outburst.
Bobby was just glad
she didn't have her Num Chuks and Billyclub
with her.
"What'll it be for you gents?"
an older bartender asked in a
mild Irish accent.
Kyle looked over at Bobby.
"
Brandi, getting an odd stare from the other members of the
band.
Brandi shrugged.
"Sure,"
"A...hum?" the bartender
cleared his throat, apparently
waiting for something? "Your
ah...
he insisted, immediately
taking Brandi's drivers license from
her hand.
"AH!" He grinned.
"Just today legal are you now
Lassie!"
"Happy birthday Lassie!"
He
comments.
"Thank you," Brandi said
sort of shyly.
"Now tell me about this concert
Bro?" Bobby
inquires,
after the bartender leaves.
"I want to hear all about
it....
Moments later, our bound and sightless heroine stirs,
from her
unconscious state, slowly returning from her
dream
like state to that of a darkened reality.
First,
it was just a dream to her, when she awakened
lying upon the silken sheets
and soft pillows provided
for
quests of the Marriot.
But
suddenly, the throbbing dull pain in the back of
her
head, alerted her to the serious reality of her
plight.
"Oh
my god
...NOOO!" She said out loud in
only a whisper, although in her mind's thoughts, it came
out as a scream.
She
thought at first that the lights in the room were off,
because of the solid darkness veiled
all around her, but
soon realized to her horror that she had been
blindfolded.
It was also quite apparent to her that she was completely
naked,
and that her wrists were bound tightly behind her
back.
She shudders, as almost nightmarish images of
Dread's distorted and sadistic facial features flood
her mind.
She can clearly see the look of lust in his eyes as he
carefully
removes each and every article of her clothing,
taking
the time to fully explore every facet of her nudity,
before
finally rolling her over to bind her wrists.
Melissa
fought the fear swelling inside her.
Sure, she was scared out of her mind. But, she was also
a crime fighter...an experienced heroine, that knew
the
risks
of her nightly adventures.
She
tried to concentrate, and access her situation.
First...she
was butt naked, blindfolded, and her arms
were
bound behind her back while she lay face on a bed.
2nd...something
was painfully pinching at her nipples
causing
her some serious discomfort, as she tested the
the
ropes that bound her.
She had felt the pain only once before,
when she was
captured
by Sydney Synester's paid task master, calling
himself
the PAIN
MASTER.
The
Pain Master gave her an introduction to Nipple
Clamps
that she would never forget!
Melissa
moved her feet, surprised that her ankles were
not
bound together. If it had been any other villain, she
would have awakened
spread-eagled out on the bed with
cum
dripping out of her vagina from multiple rapes.
..if
not actually having a rapist grunting on top of her.
Melissa
strained her ears for any sign of Dread.
Was he gone?
Was he asleep?
Or was he just watching her?
It would not be un-characteristic for him to play Mind
games with her!
Melissa
weighed all the things against her, and then
decided, to attempt an escape nonetheless.
Slowly, she quietly moved her legs, kicking them over
the side of the bed to help counter balance the limited
use of her bound hands.
"UUUUNNNNNHHH!!" she groaned
quietly in pain, as
the
teeth of the weighted clamps bite into her nipples.
More
pain follows from the sudden movements she has to
make, in order to prop herself up into a sitting position on
the side of the bed.
Gallant
girl strained once again to hear what was going on
inside
the room after the noise she made to get up.
Hearing no discernable signs of Dreads presence, Melissa
slowly stood up.
Her
plan was simple...get to the bar close to the balcony.
There
was a knife lying there that she noticed out of the corner
of her eye when she entered the suite...if it was still there,
she
could cut her bonds and escape through the
balcony.
It was a long shot she knew...but she had to try?
Melissa took three steps and stopped.
"Nothing," She whispered
to herself, as she audibly scanned
her surroundings again.
She took another four steps. Her best estimate put her now 3
quarters of the way to her target goal and possible freedom.
Melissa took another step and suddenly heard a whistling
sound in the air. A split second later, something painfully stung
her bare Ass cheeks.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"
She howled in unexpected agony
just
as another stinging lash impacts on her lower back, propelling
her forward, where she trips and falls face first onto the carpeted,
floor.
Melissa
puts aside the pain of her breasts, and tries to crawl away,
as two more lashes sting her Ass.
She can hear Dreads sadistic laughter, as the tip of his whip delivers
a pinpoint blow inside the crack of her butt
cheeks.
Tears streaking down her face, the retreating heroine bumps into a
wall and turns over onto her back.
Looking up, she futility tries to pinpoint Dreads
location.
Without her sight... she can only strain to hear his
movements.
.
"Try this on for size white
bitch!" Dread announces,
a moment
before she feels something metal touch
her pussy.
A second later, there
is a crackling sound, as electricity courses
through her genitals.
"GGGGAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!"
she screamed in torment,
unable to do much more than convulse on the floor, as dread
tortured her sex.
Finally he pulls away and retreats in triumph, laughing down at
the
still shaking Gallant
girl .
"Get
on your knees you big Tittied Cow!" He ordered.
"Now
you fucking whore!!" he yelled
this time.
No
other options except furthur pain, Melissa complies.
She knows full well what
he wants, and knows she has no other
recourse, but to give it to him.
With a great deal of difficulty, not
to mention the pain that her
nipple
clamps provide to the agony of the situation.
Melissa soon kneels before her master, listening in horror for
the sound of his trousers to unzip.
However,
unknown to Melissa, Dread was already completely
nude,
and stood before her stroking his huge cock.
Dread hesitates a moment to take in the sight of his
nemesis
humiliated before him...and then steps toward her.
"I've been waiting a long time
for this you meddlesome whore!"
Dread
curses, watching her jump, as his semi erect penis
touches
her lips.
"Suck it Gallant
Bitch...Now!!"
he demanded.
A tear running down her check, Melissa slowly opens
her
Mouth and feels the head of his cock enter between her
lips.
"MMMMMPPPPHH!" She protests,
feeling his huge shaft
start
to choke her as it fills her warm mouth.
Laughing
out loud, Dread backs off slightly.
"Now...get
to work and suck it!" he
yelled.
At
least able to breathe now, Melissa sucks heartily on
the
end of his cock, using her tongue to stimulate the large
vein
under the head.
She
ponders the thought of biting him, but he must have
anticipated
her thoughts.
"Don't
even think about it bitch!" She
heard Dread warn,
hearing
the distinct sound of a switchblade knife being opened
up near her
face.
Abandoning
the thought of fighting back, Melissa
concentrates
on getting him off.
Maybe,
if she could satisfy him orally, he might leave her alone
long enough to plan another escape attempt?
Slowly, but surely she works almost all of his cock in her
mouth.
It was humiliating, but she was sure by the sounds of his
moans, he would ejaculate
soon.
Melissa
prepares herself for the inevitable moment when Dread
would explode in her mouth...but, the moment never came, as
Dread suddenly pulls his rock hard penis out of her mouth, and
yanks her up by the hair.
"You not getting off that easy...
you cock sucking slut!"
He curses, yanking her head
back with his left hand, kissing
her
hard on the Lips, while his right hand grabs her firmly
between
the legs, fondling her clitoris, as he holds her steady.
Dread
laughs as he feels a wetness between her thighs.
"Come on you costumed cock
tease!" He responds,
dragging
her across the room, her Tits being yanked all
around on her chest, as the nipple
clamps on her breasts
are
jostled by the force of her violent movements.
"Get
on the bed Cunt!!" Dread curses
shoving her forward.
Flying
through sightless air she lands hard, and bounces
slightly when she hits facedown on the soft bed she was lying
on earlier.
Dread takes some K Y jelly out of his case and applies
a
generous amount, to his erect penis, stroking it
vigorously,
to spread the lubricant all around.
Satisfied with the application, he walks over to the bed and
forces the heroine's legs apart.
Melissa panics feeling the head of his penis pressing
against
the entrance to her anus.
"I'm going to ream your fucking
Ass good...Gallant
Whore!"
He threatens, pushing into her with his huge lubricated
shaft.
"Oh god!!...don't
do this Dread!!...PLEASE!!!"
She begs, as his cock drills
deep into her Ass.
"It
Hurts!!" She screams at the top
of her lungs, as he just
pushes into her furthur.
Stop
it!!...NOOOO!!!!"
Melissa
screams over and over, biting into the mattress to bear
herself against the pain, as Dread pumps into her over and
over
getting deeper into her Ass with ever stroke, until finally he gets
almost his entire shaft into her, then strokes in and out of
her
with a smooth timely thrusts.
Gallant girl's pain diminishes slightly, as her anus expands
to
accommodate Dreads massive cock, but only to a small
degree,
as the savage crime lord continues to pound into her, until with
a
sudden
move, he flips her over onto her back and thrusts his
hard cock into her pussy.
Melissa is stunned by the move, but is grateful to an extent,
as
the
attack on her vagina hurts her to a far less degree.
Dread continues to pump her hard for another 20 minutes,
then
shifts
positions once again and begins to viciously Tit fuck
her.
Melissa whimpers in pain as he rips the clamps from her
nipples
and grabs her tits, one in each hand, as he squeezes them into a
mold around his cock.
"I love
Tit Fucking you Costumed Cunts!"
He moans,
watching the look of grimace on Gallant girl's face, as his
strong
hands painfully squeeze and pulls at her tender
mounds.
Dread chuckles slightly
"Your
Tits are a better Fuck than that Cunt
Autumn!"
Melissa felt a feeling
of sorrowfulness at Dread's admission.
The
vaunted super heroine named Autumn, was well known in
the ranks of heroines... the events leading up to
her
disappearance
had been a mystery?
Until now.
Dread
showed little concern about his former conquest, as he
continued to hump Melissa's boobs.
"Oh...yeah...
that's it baby!"
Dread groans.
"I'm about to unload on these
big Tits of yours!" he announces,
as his thrusts get slower and slower.
Melissa laid back and steeled herself to the humiliation of
a
face full of Cum, that was surely to happen soon, when,
Dread
again
pulls away and reinserts his cock in her pussy.
"UUUNNNH!" Gallant girl whimpered again, as his penis
slid
all the way up inside her, and began to once more pound
her
sex,
with a deep, rhythmic action.
Mere seconds later, he groaned once more and exploded inside
her.
Dread pushed his cock deep inside her
pussy and let it discharge
it's load into her. Melissa struggled out of instinct, to try and
get
him out of her...but she knew it was of no consequence now, if
he got her pregnant.
She would just have to deal with it!
That
is...if she lived to deal with it...?
It was no secret on the street, that he had offered a 1
million
dollar reward for her severed breasts...and she knew he
would
have no qualms about cutting off her Tits
himself!.
Dread finally pulls out of her, and she can hear the sound of
their sweat soaked bodies separating, as he climbs up off of
her
and once again heads to
the wet bar for a drink.
Melissa can hear the ice rustling in his cocktail, as he
slowly
finishes off the beverage, and then
can hear his footsteps, as they
walk furthur away.
There is a strange sound, like that of something metal being
removed from a leather holder...then, the footsteps close in on
her.
Melissa felt a cold feeling as metal touches her bare skin.
She is consumed in mortal fear, as she realizes, that the object
is a knife.
"Oh,
God... NOOO!!" she pleaded, as
he picks up
object,
and touches her right breast with the sharp end of the
blade.
"Dread...Please...
I'll
do any thing you
want!!!"
she screams in utter terror,
fighting futily against her ropes as the
knife draws a small rivulet of blood just under her
breast.
Melissa gasps for breath, feeling herself hyperventilate as
fear
takes
her in it's grasp...her last thought is that she has met
her
death as a coward...
Dread looks over her silent body, then smiles as reaches
down
to
discover a strong pulse.
"What
a pussy!" he stated, slapping her
Tits around a little
before retreating
"She
fainted!"
A
few minutes later, at the Irish Pub, the bar is almost
empty
now, except for about 8 people.
Among the 8 stragglers in the 24 hour establishment, are
Bobby,
Kyle and
Brandi.
For
awhile now, the bar has served no alcohol beverages, and
the rest of Kyle's band
members had left.
Brandi yawns, looking at her watch, as she listens to Bobby and
Kyle reminisce about their high school days.
Brandi tries to be supportive...after all; he did sit up and
listen,
to
the all girl banter of her discussing heroine adventures
with
Barbara and Sarah in
Like a trooper...he tried to remain awake and interested.
But,
as the hours pasted....he started to
nod off.
Sort of like she is doing right now.
"Dude,"
Kyle interjected, noticing Brandi's boredom.
"I think we're boring the hell out of
Brandi!"
Brandi heard his comment and perked
up as not to appear
as bored as she really was. Bobby stares at her,
silently
asking her if she wanted to leave?
She
did...but, didn't want to be selfish.
"Oh
no," She responds picking up her
coffee cup.
"I
find it all
very...inter...resting." She managed to say,
without letting
go with another yawn.
"Yep,"
She repeated, staring out the Pub's window,
while
the two old friends continued where they had left
off.
"Very...inter...resting........"
.
In Dread's
luxury suite, Melissa in abruptly brought back
to
consciousness, as a bucket of ice water is emptied out
over
her.
"Shit!!!!!" Melissa couldn't
help but scream out in
utter shock, as freezing cold water suddenly mixes
with
her sweat soaked body, causing her to involuntarily
retreat into a sitting position on the bed, when dozens
of
ice cubes slide in between
her legs.
After
the initial shock wears off, Melissa realizes, that she
is no longer bound, nor is she blindfolded any
longer.
Turning
her head, she notices Dread fully dressed in his
finest
clothing. Melissa estimates the cost of his wardrobe,
including
jewelry, more than what she earns in a year as a
professor.
Melissa is confused for a second why Dread untied
her?
Arrogant
as he is...he must know...
That,
weaponless and weak as she is after the night of rape
and torture he has put her through...that she is still a threat to
him?
Dread just stood there smiling at her, seeming to dare her
to
lunge at him.
He had no weapons at his disposal either that she could tell.
As he sipped nonchalantly on his cocktail, she considered her
attack options?
But,
that was when she realized why he did not fear her
retaliation.
Hearing
a rattling sound, Melissa realized that her left ankle
was
chained
to the bedpost.
Her heart sank in her chest, as she realized her small chance to
fight back... never really existed.
Dread
downed his drink, and then walked towards her.
Melissa
cringed, thinking what he might do?
As he got within a foot
of the bed, he tossed something at
her.
He smiled at her a sadistic expression, then walked away.
from her once
again.
Melissa picked up the object and noticed it was a thin
white
tee shirt. The feel and smell, indicated to her that it was
brand
new.
It
was a common shirt... not one sold at the fancy men's shops
that Dread would frequent. This was a shirt sold at any
chain
outlet...Obviously, he had it purchased for just this
occasion.
Dread probably had one of his stooges buy it.
She
doubted that Dread had even been in a chain store?
Melissa hesitates a moment, hoping for at least her
panties,
then quickly pulls the shirt down over her head, to
mask
her nudity.
The shirt was about 3 sizes too big for her and fit like
a
dress
on her...which most likely was their intention. It was
also clear to her why she was allowed the luxury of
clothing
and why she was untied.
She was being moved to another
place.
Melissa felt fear again, realizing
that Dread could still make
good on his intentions to maim and murder her!
It was almost certain to her that she
was going to be taken to
a more private place.
A place where she could be freely tortured, gang raped and
eventually end up dead...or worse, on her back in some 3rd
world whore house.
As Melissa pondered her horrible fate, there was a knock
on
the
door. She was prepared to yell for help, when the door
opened...but her heart sank again in despair, when she
recognizes five of Dread's henchmen.
"How many in the
lobby?
Dread questioned.
"They're all on a meal break for an hour
now." One of the
bigger of the henchmen replied to Dread's inquiry.
"Only three on duty now...a desk clerk, and two
bellhops."
Dread nods his approval, and then looks over at
Melissa.
"Get our guest tied up!"
he orders, as he walks away.
"I'll be back in a few
minutes.
As Dread walks into the bathroom, five Henchmen move
in
on the semi clad
heroine.
Melissa coils up like
a snake and strikes at one man with a kick
to the mid section.
The henchman gasps for breath, as Melissa's bare fist
slams
into another man's jaw, barely missing a third man with her
foot.
Both
men say nothing as they rise to their feet.
They
won't take her lightly again.
All five henchmen look at each other a moment, then rush
her.
Melissa
fights valiantly...but, exhausted, weaponless, and in an
awkward defensive posture, she is no match for the 5 sets of
male hands reaching in to subdue her.
In
a matter of moments her arms are pulled behind her back
and
her wrists are once more tied
together.
"No!" She protested, as she is
blindfolded.
Melissa
can feel her left ankle being unchained, and then strong
hands yank her to her
feet. There is a momentary pause, and then
she is forced to walk forward...being pulled to a stop
after
7 short steps.
Unseen by Melissa, Dread emerges from the bathroom to stand
in front of her. He has now reapplied his fake beard, and finishes
the
cocktail he had left on the bar.
"You two men come with me!"
Dread instructs.
"When I leave the
lobby...you guys get rid of the desk clerk and
the
bellhops! The rest of you bring along
Gallant Pussy here!"
he
laughs, then unceremoniously leaves
through the door with two
henchmen in tow.
On the street below, 10 minutes
later, Brandi and Bobby walk along
with Kyle in tow.
"I'll walk with you guys to
see if you can get a motel room?"
Kyle stated. "I know the dude
at the desk...I can get you a few
bucks off!"
Brandi sighs, but never lets her disapproval show,
when she sees
something unusual down a darkened alleyway.
Her sharply honed heroine reflexes take over and she pulls back
suddenly as not to be spotted.
Brandi notices Kyle's odd stare, and quickly pulls Bobby to her
giving him a passionate kiss.
"Damn!!" Kyle responded,
shocked by her forwardness.
Brandi
gave Kyle an innocent school girl reaction, then whispered in
Bobby's
ear,
after another kiss.
"Bad guys...alley." she
relayed to him in secret.
Bobby
hesitates a moment, not really sure what she meant, then sort of
pushes
her behind him staring around the corner to see 5 men pushing a
woman towards a truck at
the end of the ally,.
To his opinion, she did not want to go.
"What's going on?" Kyle
questioned.
"A woman's being
kidnapped!" Bobby answered quickly,
giving Brandi a
wink
when Kyle turns his head.
"We got to hold up that truck
while Brandi calls the cops!"
He adds.
"Come on Kyle!" Bobby urges.
"I got an Idea!
Brandi
calls 911, then runs in the direction of their Honda
Accord.
Running
three bocks at full speed, barely winded, Brandi opens the trunk
to
get
at a small black suitcase.
Brandi looks all around, then ducks into an alley.
Ducking
at the end of the alley, Bobby kneels unnoticed by the front of
the
truck.
He takes out his pocket knife and began to saw through the valve
stem
of
the truck's front tire.
Piercing the rubber, air quickly rushes out, as he and Kyle run off
in a hurry.
"What's that noise?" one
of the Kidnappers questioned.
"Oh....Fuck!!!" another man exclaimed,
noticing a totally flat tire, on the right
front wheel of the truck.
"Now what?" he questioned,
as something hits him hard in the face.
There is a brief silence in the air, then a dark figure drops from
on top of the
truck to land in the middle of the remaining 4 men.
"Who the
fuck are yo.......?" one man responded,
being instantly hurled into
the alley wall by the
figures powerful kick.
The other three remaining men are suddenly in shock to discover that
the figure
is
a girl!
"It’s
that Teen Shadow bitch!" a man
responded, going for his gun.
He fires three shoots, but in that instance, the young heroine moves
and his
bullets find the chest of another goon.
Scared
out of his wits, the shooter freezes, as Teen Shadow's foot
smashes
his
nose with a spinning back kick.
Now, just him against her, the last goon drops the bag he was holding
and
retreats against the wall.
Teen
Shadow's eyes are drawn to the colorful costume that spills out onto
the alleyway.
Her eyes go wide as she realizes the woman was a heroine.
A rage of fury swells in the young heroine's eyes, and she hits the
cowering
goon with all she had, standing there still surging with rage, when
she realizes
she
still has to free the woman.
Melissa
is in awe of the sightless things she has witnessed.
"Thank
you!" Melissa expresses, as Teen Shadow unties her wrists.
"You're welcome of course!" Teen Shadow
returned, handing her the bag
the henchmen was toting with her costume in it.
"I think
Gallant
Girl
should make a discrete exit...don't
you?" She smiles,
as
the sound of police sirens fill the air
"Go!" she insisted, as Bobby and Kyle rush their way.
Teen
Shadow watches Melissa escape into the darkness, then hurries
off
to make her own quick
change back to Brandi James, as police cars arrive to
assess
the situation.
As
Teen Shadow's alter ego Brandi James meets up with Bobby and Kyle
to
finally
rent a motel room, a watchful eye of a stranger follows them for a
moment, then nods to his
chauffeur.
"Lets go!" he instructs,
activating his cell phone, as the 2008 Black Hummer
he
is in slowly rolls out into the night.
"Rocco...I got something I need
you to check out for me?"
The
reply on the other end of the phone was quick.
"Yes Sir Mr.
Dread!"
5am now, Melissa keys the front door to her apartment.
It seemed like an eternity since she was here last.
She tosses her keys on the table and puts her trench coat
away.
Melissa stares emotionless at herself
in the mirror, then walks away to start
her bath water.
Retreating to the kitchen, she searches the fridge and quickly downs
two
bottles of water.
Taking a fruit cup she
goes into the bedroom.
She strips out of her Gallant Girl garb, and stuffs it all quickly
into a
cardboard box in her closet, covering it with some old clothes.
"I'll straighten it all up
tomorrow!" She told herself,
as she tosses her
panties
in the hamper in the corner.
Taking her fruit cup into the bathroom, she slides slowly into a hot
bath.
She finishes the fruit cup, and in a sleepy stupor, lets it fall out
of her hand
onto the bathroom floor.
Fighting sleep, she turns off the water and
relaxes.
30
minutes later, she is sound asleep...
The
next morning, about
fan
in the motel room he and Brandi checked into.
"Time to get up Tiger,"
A feminine voice purred in his ear.
Bobby groaned.
"It's still too early Honey?"
he complained.
Brandi
made a pout expression appear on her face.
"But...I
was hoping my Big...strong...man could get us some Breakfast?"
she
teased with her best May West impersonation.
"Please...Please!!" She begged girlishly.
"I'll make worth you wild!"
She winked.
Suddenly
she got his attention.
"Really now?" He responded.
"How?
Brandi smiles, and then pulls the covers back to
expose his nakedness.
A
shiver surges through his body, as Brandi's hand touches his penis.
Bobby tenses, as she holds the semi erect organ up and erotically
licks under
the
head of his cock, feeling it grow in her hand.
Brandi
slides her other hand under his testicles and fondles his balls, as she
slowly takes his cock into her warm
mouth, and sucks softly on the tip.
Then, after a few moments, she lets
his full length slide into her
mouth.
Bobby
went rock hard at that very moment, and almost lost it.
Brandi
sucked on his manhood for 5 minutes longer, and Bobby
couldn't
take
it another second.
He tapped her on the arm, and then guided her over onto her back.
She was quite moist already between her legs and he slid almost
effortlessly
into her pussy.
"Oooohhh...baby!" She moaned, as began to pump in and out of
her.
Bobby
said nothing, trying to maintain his composure, so he wouldn't cum too
quickly.
Brandi always effected him that way, when she teased his cock
before
sex.
Normally, he could go for an hour...but not today!
Bobby
maintained for 5 minutes, and then upon her request, he
ejaculated
between her boobs, after
a quick Tittie Fuck.
"Damn...your one kinky girl!"
Bobby moans, watching her as she puts her arms
over
her head to stretch, after a their encounter.
Brandi
smiled.
"Does this mean I get my
breakfast?" She teases, shifting onto her knees, to let
her
36C cup Boobs hang loosely in front of her, while she leans forward, to
kiss
him on the
lips.
Bobby
nods after their passionate kiss.
"One Egg
Mc'muffin on the
way!"
He announces.
Brandi
rolls over acrobatically off the bed onto the floor.
"Thanks Stud!" she teases,
slapping him on the Ass, as he stands naked, to put
on his pants.
"I'm gonna catch a shower while
your gone!"
Bobby shakes his head, as he watches her naked body
sashay away from
him. Some guys would consider her a whore by the way she acts.
But, he knows she isn't. Truth is, most other guys think she's a
standoffish prude.
Only, with him, does she feel comfortable enough to just let her hair
down
(so
to speak) to express herself...and just have
Fun!
Quickly dressing, Bobby grabs his wallet and heads
for the door.
In the bathroom, Brandi
thoroughly enjoys her shower.
She has thoroughly enjoyed every aspect of her spring break so far
if she was to
think of it.
Her reunion with Barbara and Sarah...her
meeting of Bobby's best friend, down to
the adventure she had last night introducing Grand Capital to Teen
Shadow.
Brandi
was deep in her thoughts, when she heard a noise in the other
room.
"Alright...breakfast is
served!"
She said turning off the water
and quickly
toweling dry.
With her short blonde hair, one towel is enough, and she drops the
wet towel,
taking another one off the rack to wrap around her.
The
small towel barely covers her petite frame, as she makes her way to
the
other room.
"Bobby?" she calls out,
not seeing him right away.
"What th...?" She exclaimed
her voice turning more serious, when she notices
her special suitcase on the bed, with her Teen Shadow costume scattered
all
over the bed beside it.
Suddenly, a hand snakes out and yanks her towel away from her.
Butt naked, she turns just as a fist slams into her
jaw.
Unprepared to defend herself, the blow makes full contact and she
is hurled
into the waiting arms of two other attackers.
Before
she can recover, she is forced down onto the bed, and handcuffs click
onto her wrists and ankles.
"No," She said wearily, still stunned from the blow to
her jaw, as she feels
herself being spread-eagled
out on top of the bed.
Brandi can count the blurred faces of four men looking down on her,
as they
secure
her limbs, then back away.
As Brandi thrashes about on the bed to free herself, she notices Bobby
for the
first time, bound and gagged, tied to a chair.
A look of helplessness floods his face.
"You fucked
with the wrong people bitch!!"
A small framed man said,
walking up to her on the bed to slap her in the face, before he walks
next to
four other men who stare lustfully at her nudity.
"Mr. Dread had plans for that Gallant bitch!" he continues, moving
in closer.
"He didn't care much for you butting
in like you did...and he decided he was
gonna make an example
out of your Ass for any costumed bitch that decides
to
do it
again!"
The man grins.
"Your gonna pay dearly for your meddling
Cunt!!"
The
man flashes an evil grin.
"But first!" he expresses,
unbuckling his pants.
"We're gonna have us some
Shadow
Pussy!!"
Brandi
gasps at the size of his cock, as it springs from his shorts.
For a small man...his
penis had to be 12 inches long.
The
bed creaked slightly as he mounted her.
The
man laughed, as she tried to prevent him from taking her, but there was little
she
really could do to stop him ...and he knew it!
In moments, she lost the fight, and he roughly entered
her.
The
man raped her steadily for 10 minutes, and then shot his load inside her.
There was little need of fore play for her band of rapists.
All
of them were ready!
They
all dropped their shorts with a rock hard cock, and immediately
thrust
into her pussy, determined to all
out-fuck
the other man that came before him..
An
hour later, the last man spent his load of jism inside her and the small
man,
came
at her with a brown bottle and a soft cloth.
It
was no secret what the bottle contained.
"Chloroform!" Brandi panicked, as the now damp clothe was shoved
at her
face.
"MMMMMMMFFFFFFFHHHHH!!!!!!
She
screamed into the
clothe
as it covered her mouth and nose.
In desperation, Brandi tried to hold her breath...but the man just
laughed.
He had PLENTY of time.
Finally
the fumes get to her, and she lay still on the bed.
Without
a word, the men release her from the bed, and handcuff her
wrists
behind
her back.
They cuff her ankles, and then turn her back over to watch the gentle
rise and
fall of her bare breasts as she sleeps for moment, before a big man
takes her
into his arms, and walks outside to a waiting
truck.
Several
men untie Bobby and lead him bound outside as well.
Outside,
the small man hands the Motel owner several $100 dollar bills, then
answers
his cell phone on the first ring.
"Yes Mr., Dread...we got her!"
He said with a grin.
"Be there in an hour
boss!"
On
the other end of the phone, Dread relaxes as he replays a video tape
of the Heroine
Autumn
being tortured.
On another T V, he also watches
a video
tape he made last night of
his romp with Gallant
Girl.
"Get her over here as soon as
you can!" Dread orders
"I've got the best coming to see to her
training...
"They
call him
the
PAIN
MASTER!!"
To
be continued......
Updated