Silent
Shadow &
Mist
(
The Kraylox Bounty)
B D
Phillips
About
the
heroines
Helen and
Amy Trent were introducedto the world
of martial arts early in their young
lives.
at age
7
Helen began her training
with
Master
Soto
...A
60
year old veteran of
WW II
BY the time Helen
turned
13,
her younger sister
Amy
had joined the
dojo.
Amy was 7 years old...like Helen when she began her
training...but, she was a lot smaller. But as Helen
and
Master Soto soon learned...her size had no
bearing
on her skill and performance.
For the next 7 years the girls training went
on.
Before long, all Master Soto did was to watch the
girls practice the lessons they had
learned
several years earlier.
The girls were extremely gifted, as Master
Soto
would say, and very
seldom did the 74 year old
veteran impose a thought.
Both Helen and Amy both knew Soto was
actually finished with their training...but,
neither
girl could bear the
thought of leaving the dojo of
a man they thought
of as a father figure.
But fate intervened, when six months
later
Soto died of a massive
heart attack.
After the funeral...the girls were to get the first real
test of their Martial arts Prowlness.
Four men attacked them in an alleyway on their
way home. Although, they first tried to talk their way
out of trouble...when push came to shove, the
girls
easily took down the
baddies.
Inspired by their success, the girls went out at
night
literally looking
for a fight.
When the police got too close, the girls laid low, and
for the next 2 years, the girls maintained a
But, when their mother was raped and murdered by
a gang of thugs on her way home, the girls were
Pissed off to say the least.
The girls beat the leader of the gang into a confession,
leaving the scared 23 year old Hispanic male with
a
choice. Confess to the police, or next time he sees them
it will be his last!
After their revenge was complete, the girls knew
that
they never return
to what they were.
But, if they were going to continue this nightly routine,
They would need a disguise...some sort of costume that
would not only hide their identities, but also
something
that would strike
fear into the hearts of their enemies.
Master Soto had always impressed upon them, that
the
darkness and the shadows
were a warriors best allies,
so the girls decided
to create their costumes based
on this
principle.
Helen's father had left his collection of Batman
comic
books behind when
he died shortly after her
6th birthday.
Helen read everyone cover to cover...she decided they
should use the Batman for a guide.
Their costumes were colors of black and
gray.
Sleeveless halter tops and v-cut shorts fit snuggly to
their
muscular, but feminine
bodies, causing every aspect of
their shapely forms
to be highlighted.
Helen, now 21, was 5 foot 10 inches tall and weighed
close to 125 lbs. Her long blonde hair was kept in a
single
braid behind her back
while in costume, and a wig of
shoulder length blonde
hair, with red tints, maintained
her secret
identity.
Amy, now 16, was 5 foot 7 inches tall and barely
topped
the scales at 100
lbs. Her blonde hair was cut short
and cropped. Amy,
simply combed her hair differently
between identity alterations.
Helen wore dark gray knee high boots and wrist length
leather gloves. Her face mask teetered between that of
the
one worn by Batman
and that of Batgirl.
The mask did not cover top of her head like that of her
idols, nor did it have the ears. The mask covered most
of
her face; only the
top of her head, her left and right
profiles, nose, mouth,
chin and neck were exposed.
Amy was more of a Tomboy and preferred sneaker
style
shoes to that of Helen's
tall fitting boots.
Amy's mask, in the Batman tradition, was like that
of
Robin the boy wonder.
It was dark gray and only covered about a third
of
the area Helen's
did.
The girls carried a small compliment of tools
in
the utility belts
they wore around their waists, and both
women used brass knuckles,
and kept a police Billyclub
for multiple combat
engagements.
Neither girl could decide what they should call
themselves, until they heard witnesses to their
encounters
describing them as
a silent shadow and a mist of fog.
At that point...Silent
Shadow & Mist were born.
Present
Day
Helen and Amy Trent in their
guise as Silent Shadow and Mist, had been
very successful, for the last 2 1/2 years
bringing down the criminal element in
Brentwater.
Helen now worked as a 911 operator at Brentwater
police East precinct and Amy
had just celebrated her 19th birthday, a week
ago before enrolling for her
sophomore year at City College.
Helen Trent, watched in the courtroom, as
the trial of Beau Sampson raged on.
In their alter egos, Silent Shadow and Mist
were instrumental in bringing down
his White slavery operation. And now, because
of the heroines...Beau Sampson
was on his way to prison.
The police had a good case, with the evidence
they found, but with enough
money, there were loopholes that a crooked
judge could easily use to get
someone off.
As it so happens...Sampson found such a
judge.
“Denied.” Judge
Carl Branson stammered
“Your
Honor!”
“I
said Denied Mr. Lopez!”
“Your
honor!”
“One
more word and I will find you in
contempt.” Branson warned.
The thin timid Hispanic prosecutor gritted
his teeth and sat down.
Helen glanced at the defense
table.
Beau Sampson sat there with his high priced
attorney, looking very smug.
Samson smiled...he knew the timid prosecutor
didn’t stand a chance.
Helen looked up at the judge.
He was a short fat balding man with thick
glasses balancing on his long hooked nose.
The old man looked like a vulture, ready to
pounce on his helpless prey.
She could see the small smile on his lips
and knew he was enjoying humiliating him.
Mainly, because he was a big fan of Silent
Shadow and Mist.
and the Judge hated Vigilantes!
“Your
Honor,” said the defense attorney.
“Since
your rulings have taken away the bulk of evidence against my client.
I ask the court to dismiss the charges
against him.”
“I
will consider your
request.” Branson said,
“Court
will be adjourned until ten tomorrow. Court
dismissed!"
Helen shook her head, as she exited the court
and walked down the hall to the office
of
Jose Lopez. “You did your best Jose,” she consoled the 28 year
old prosecutor,
as she came in and sat in a chair across from
him.
“That
bastard is going to let that creep
go.” Lopez
muttered..
Helen wanted desperately to give some reassuring
hope, but she knew Lopez was
probably right.
The next morning, it was confirmed ...Sampson
was a free man.
“I
guess?” Helen thought to herself,
as she left the courtroom. "Silent Shadow and Mist
will have to bring the bastard in
again." She laughed.
Sampson was pure Scum...
She
was going to enjoy kicking his ass again.
Two days later, In the privacy of their deceased
parents home, the two maidens of the
night prepared to once again venture out into
the darkness of a city plagued
by crime.
Both heroines strip down to their
panties.
"Where
did you get those?" Helen chuckled
at Amy's Sponge Bob Squarepants underwear.
Amy blushed.
"Aunt
Francine sent them to me last
birthday." Amy said.
"She
still thinks I'm 8 years old!"
Helen stifled her laugh, and reached for her
costume shorts, and slowly almost seductively
pulls them up her legs, giving Amy a sarcastic
stare, as she buttons her shorts, and
reaches next for her
halter.
"Okay...so
I like Sponge Bob!" Amy
exclaimed.
"Is
that a friggin crime?"
Amy grins, reaching for her own Halter, when
she gets a glance at Helen's 32D breasts.
Amy feels a little inadequate, since her own
breasts measure a diminutive size of small C-cup.
For years, since the two of them were children,
they have stripped in front of each other
and every time Amy finds herself jealous of
Helen's assets.
The next few moments pass quietly as the girls
don their footwear, and then pull their
sweat pants and jackets over their
costumes.
With the rest of their costumes in a separate
totebags, Helen grabs her car keys from off
of the dresser, and the two heroines drive
away into the night for their rendezvous
with a bad guy named
Sampson.
One
hour later, at the secluded east wall of Samson’s estate, the girls
finish their transformation into
Silent Shadow & Mist.
Quietly, they count to three, and then
simultaneously they make a run for the 10 foot high brick wall. Their gloved
fingers acted as small grappling hooks, holding them in place,
while their strong, well conditioned bodies
propel them upwards.
The beautiful young heroines are soon perched
up on a high brick wall that surrounded Samson’s home. Both girls look
over the huge estate a moment; then again do a silent
count.
Below them, two men go down, when they drop
down suddenly and knock the unconscious
with their Billyclubs.
"Two
down," Helen
whispered.
Barely making a sound at all, The dark maidens
sneak along the collection of vehicles, until they could almost reach out
and touch the two men enjoying a
cigarette break.
“What
tha?” One of the men puzzled,
noticing a blurred shadow, then groans in pain, as he is struck hard and
fast by the Mist's Billyclub.
“You
fuc.....Gaaaaaaaaa!!!” the
second man screams, is attacked the Silent Shadow's
electric stunner, sending him to the ground,
shaking with convulsions.
He falls to the ground unable to yell out
a warning, as Mist knocks her goon out with a
kick to the head.
"That’s...4
down," Amy
teased.
Always keeping a supply of Heavy duty Zip
ties and tape in their utility belts, they quickly
bind and gag their opponents and drag them
out of sight behind some shrubs.
Finding the side door unlocked, Silent Shadow
and Mist, rush inside.
The long hallway they find themselves in is
dimly lit. Unopposed, the heroines sneak
along, until they hear
voices.
"That's
Samson
alright," Silent Shadow
verified.
Gathering on one side of an opened door, they
can clearly see Samson and 4 other men.
One man is an older man in an expensive designer
jacket. The others most likely
were his goons.
Mist starts to move forward, when Silent Shadow
signals her to wait.
"I got
to hand it to you
Samson!"
The man praises.
You
have provided me with excellent female stock!"
"Why
thank you Mr. Spindoriano!"
Samson
responds.
"When
might I expect the rest of my order?"
The man
inquires.
Samson grinned, as he looks to one of his
men.
"Did
you and the boys manage to grab those Sorority
girls?"
The man nods.
"Yes
Sir Mr. Samson!" He
acknowledged.
"We
got all 10 of them in the cages in the basement!"
"Excellento!"
Spindoriano
exclaimed.
"I can
have them ready for by buyer in two days!"
Amy gives Helen a
stare. "Now?"
Helen grips her Billyclub tightly in her
hand.
"Now!" She exclaimed, leading the charge inside the
room.
Taken by surprise, Samson's henchmen are easily
taken down, while Spindoriano
retreats in close to Samson, and the
remaining
henchman.
"Who...who
are these... these interlopers?"
Spindoriano questioned.
"Your
worst nightmare...you Filthy
flesh
peddler!" Mist spoke out.
"Well...Silent
Shadow...how lovely to see you tonight!"
Samson replied, with a
grin.
"And
the ever popular Mist...isn't past your bedtime?"
"Can
the lame jokes Samson!" Helen
retorted.
"Yeah...we
heard your little confession!"
Amy added.
"Your
going down you son-of-a-bitch!"
Samson hesitates, as he stares hard at Silent
Shadow.
"What
are you staring at?" Helen questioned.
"Oh...nothing
much," he said sliding his hand
discretely towards a secret panel to the left
of his desk, until his finger touches a plastic
button. "Just trying to decide which of you
two I want to Fuck more?"
"Sick
pervert!" Mist retorted in
disgust.
"The
only sex your going to get from now on is when your cellmate in upstate prison
decides
to deflower your backside!"
Silent
Shadow replied to his
crude announcement.
"OOOOHHH...Major
Burn!!" Mist laughs, doing a high-five with Silent
Shadow.
"We'll
just see then... won't we?" Samson
replied, as he pushes in on the
button.
"What
tha??"
Helen responded, in
surprise, as a sudden strong field of magnetism yanks
the two dark clad heroines up against the wall behind them, and helplessly pins them to it.
Held tightly by the metal in their
costumes, Samson walks up with Spindoriano to face
the surprised women, who struggle fervently to escape his obvious trap.
Both women inwardly panic. In
more than two years the heroines have never even come
close to being
captured.
"Inventive
isn't it!" Samson answered
their silent inquiry.
"There
is a powerful electromagnet behind that wall. I knew you two would be
coming
for
me. So, after the trial, I had this little security feature installed.
I
noticed in our last encounter, that your costumes had certain metal aspects...so
I took
advantage
of that!"
"And
you've trapped them...Excellento my clever friend!"
Spindoriano
praises.
"I
will give you top Dollar for these rare American
beauties!"
"No!"
Samson
declined. "These two are not for sale!"
"I
owe these two a major Ass-whipping!"
"You'll
pay for this
Samson!"
Silent Shadow
threatened.
"You'd
better let us go...if you know what's good for
you!"
Mist
added.
"Oooooohhh...I'm
so scared!" Samson
laughs, as he signals to two of his bigger men.
As they walked towards them, a
sadistic look filled face.
"Anytime
you're ready boys!"
Samson offers.
Silent Shadow and Mist struggle,
as the men approach.
Neither say
anything.
They hesitate a moment, then both
slam a fist into the girl's midsections.
The heroines, take the first punch
fairly well...they tightened up their stomach muscles
just at the right time and only
caught a fraction of the pain.
But the men are far from finished;
Time and time again the two men land blows
to their stomachs and breasts.
They make no attempt to hit their faces...obviously,
Samson had set certain ground
rules beforehand.
After a few minutes, Samson realizes
that they have passed out from
the abuse, and
orders the beatings halted. As
the heroines, hang limp on the wall, Samson disengages
the magnet and they fall like
rag dolls to the floor.
"Tie
up the girl and take her to my
bedroom" Samson said
of Mist.
"I'll
enjoy her body later."
Samson looks down a Silent Shadow,
as his men pick up Mist.
"Take
her downstairs!" he
orders.
"Now...this
bitch suffers!"
Later...as Silent Shadow slowly regains consciousness, the first
thing
she sees is the ceiling. She looks
to her right and felt something in her mouth.
To her sense of dread, she realized
it was a bondage gag...one with an
orange rubber ball in the center
and two black straps that fastened it securely
behind her head.
Helen felt a rattle when she tried
to move her arms and legs.
To her furthur horror...she realized
that she was now chained spread-eagled to a stone
table in the center of the
room.
A chill of fear made her shiver,
when she found she was naked.
All that remained of her costume
was her mask. She could only assume that Samson left
it
on her to fulfill his erotic revenge fantasy. He wanted to punish Silent
Shadow...in his
mind by unmasking her, she became
just plain Helen Trent.
Helen had no doubt that Samson
was going to have her Raped! She concluded that,
when she woke up bound and naked.
How?...and who would be involved was the
only question in her
mind?
Silent Shadow looked about the
room. It was mostly stone block walls, with a concrete floor. Minimal furnishings
existed... A few chairs, another table, and some strange, padded
bondage horse with wrist and ankle
restraints..
Suddenly, the sound of loud footsteps
caused her to tense up.
"Well...it's
about time you woke up
Cunt!" Samson spoke
out, as he and several henchmen
walked into the
room.
"MMMPPPPPHHHH!!!!"
Silent Shadow yelled into
her gag, instinctively trying to
lunge at her nemesis, forgetting
altogether that she was bound.
She barely rose from the table
at all, before the chains pulled her back, causing her full figured Tits
to dance wild, and enticingly on her chest from her sudden
movements.
Samson felt his cock
stiffen.
"A
real scrapper aren't you,
" Samson
laughed.
"Good!"
"What
do you say to a game Shadow
Whore?" He
asked.
"A
game
called...Rape the
heroine!"
There is a various assortment
of chuckles and laughs from Samson's men, as Samson
motions for two men to come forward.
As the men come close enough to
recognized...Helen is almost paralyzed
with fear and panic.
"The
Kraylox brothers!"
She panicked.
Frank and Jesse Kraylox were the
most vicious serial Rapists in the country.
They considered themselves 21st
century outlaws. Like their namesakes, Frank Jesse
James...they started their criminal
career by bank robbery.
They amassed a sizable sum of
money...over 20 million dollars.
The boys soon found that their
savage sexual appetite, and vicious sex preferences scared
every woman in the area. Their
reputations grew...soon even money could not bait a
woman to come near them. They
soon turned to kidnapping. Dead bodies of young women
raped and beaten showed up all
over Brentwater.
In their Guise as Silent Shadow
& Mist...the girls found a female, about 18 that they tormented and murdered.
Anger filled their veins...and they swore to catch
these animals!
It was a month later they cornered
the brothers...but the police interceded.
Confused by what was happening,
the brothers shot the cops, then fired at the heroines that
dived for cover. When the girls
looked again...they had escaped.
Before they escaped the heroines
a year ago they made a promise of vengeance.
A promise to
Rape
them to death!
Naked, bound, spread-eagled, with
her Tits and Pussy easily accessible, Silent Shadow had
a sickening feeling...That promise
was about to be played out.
"I
think you know these
men."
Samson half chuckled.
"They
offered a 5 million dollar bounty on your
Pussies!"
"I
think I'm gonna cash
in!"
"Hey...what
about the other one?"
Jesse
complained.
"Yeah!"
Frank added.
"We
owe that bitch some hard dick
too!"
"You
guys can have her later!"
Samson
responds.
"I
plan to break her in first...personally!"
Frank
shrugs. "Fair
enough!"
"One
thing!" Samson
stated.
"I'm
listening?? Frank
inquires.
"I
get to video tape the whole thing!"
Samson
responds.
"Sure!"
Jesse
Responds.
"I
always wanted to be a Porn Star!"
Samson just laughs to himself,
as takes a seat close by to watch the XXX
action, as all the men except
two
room.
The Kraylox brothers take of their
shirts, revealing massively hairy chests.
After the brothers strip down
to the underwear, they flip a coin to see who gets
first Rape on Silent
Shadow.
"Heads!" Frank gloated on his victory, as his
brother Jesse strips naked
and walks over to one side
of Silent Shadow, stroking his
semi hard cock with
his hand.
"Hurry
the fuck up will ya!!"
He
curses.
Frank is unaffected by his rants,
as he frees his massive organ
from
his shorts
and walks towards the bound heroine's
wide spread Pussy, chuckling as she twists
in her restraints to avoid
her
impending
rape.
"That’s
right...struggle all you
want
Shadow Whore!" Frank
sneered.
"It'll
only make THIS better!"
"Oh
my
god...he's huge!!"
Helen thought in horror, as Frank
advanced on her.
As far as
she could tell, his semi erect
penis was about 14 inches long and was almost
as wide as a baseball bat.
The table creaked under his 230 LBS. Helen
could feel his penis slide along her
pussy
lips, as he laid on top of her, crushing her with his bulk.
Frank took both her firm 32D breasts in his
giant sized hands and smushed
them together. Helen grimaced at the pain
he caused her.
In true heroic fashion, she resisted the initial
impulse to scream out loud, as
Kraylox punished her Tits...but, she knew
this was only the beginning to the pain he
intended to inflict upon her.
Frank was unconcerned or even aware, of her
protests, as he licked, sucked and bite
on her nipples, delighted at the feel of her
Pussy against his throbbing cock as she
squirmed beneath him.
Helen felt like throwing up, as Frank continued
to molest her upper body.
He held her head in place with his hands as
he kissed and slobbered around the gag in
her mouth, then stuck his tongue in her ear.
Suddenly, Frank pulls back and slaps her hard
across the face.
As she lay there stunned and bleeding from
his attack, he grabs her Tits again, one in
each hand and twists them like he was making
balloon animals.
Frank cruelly pinches both her boobs, then
repositions himself and guides his now
rock-hard Penis into her pussy.
Silent Shadow strains her thigh muscles in
a desperate attempt to close the
opening between her legs. But it's a futile
attempt, and he continues to push slowly
into her.
"MMMMPPPPPHHHFFF!!!!!!!!"
She cried out in a muffle groan,
as he now
had more than half his cock in her. Frank
pushes deeper with every stroke, until with a
final push, her snug opening expands against
his assault, and his entire shaft fills
her Pussy.
Soaked with sweat, Frank begins to thrust
in and out of her with long brutal thrusts.
So vicious are his thrusts that her Tits are
jostled up and down vigorously upon
her chest in reaction to his
savagery.
Helen took Kraylox's initial thrusts in true
heroine fashion.
But her tight vaginal canal was being stretched
to its limits to accommodate his
massive penis, and soon, tears began to flow
freely down her cheeks...if she
had not been gagged, her loud sobs would have
been clearly recognized by
everyone in the
room.
Henchmen manned several video cameras, to
record multiple angles, as he pumped
her hard for 30 minutes, then began to slow
up as he neared his peak.
Kraylox made several more very decelerated
strokes, then grabbed at her Tits with
both hands and squeezed them like two steel
vices, as he finally ceases up inside
her and ejaculated.
Spent, Frank collapses on top of her for a
moment to catch his breath, then again
pinched her nipples, as he dismounts his victim.
He does a few victory poses for the
cameras, then gestured to his brother.
"Beat
that little brother!" He
challenged.
Jesse did not respond. He had been watching
for 45 minutes now, as his older
brother raped the shit out of Silent shadow.
He was so horny now, that he just wanted to
skip all the fore play and plunge right
into her pussy.
But, he was a camera hog...and had to
perform.
Jesse took several deep breaths to relax his
arousal, then climbed onto the table and
straddled her chest...positioning himself
to Tit Fuck her.
Helen winced in pain as her bruised Tits are
squeezed once more by huge hands to
form a valley of soft female flesh to tantalize
her rapist's immense ever-hardening
penis.
Jesse turned to grin at the camera men who
moved close to record the action.
Silent Shadow could not help but wonder, how
many copies of the recordings will be
distributed to the public.
How many sadistic criminals that they have
faced in the past, will watch these
recordings, and be sexually stimulated by
the vicious rapes perpetrated upon her?
And what of Mist...will she too be featured
in this XXX show?
Jesse slowly began to rape her breasts. He
had calmed down considerably, but still, he
risked ejaculating prematurely. Helen felt
an un-heroic sense of arousal at his actions.
Unlike his brother, Jesse was forced to approach
her rape in a gentler manner due to
his
advanced sexual stimulation.
Although, he did painfully squeeze together
her breasts like his brother, Silent Shadow
still found herself involuntarily trying to
meet his Tittie strokes, by arching upwards in
her restraints.
Samson laughed to himself, noticing the change
in her reactions from his seated position.
No one else...not even Jesse had a
clue.
As Silent Shadow is being
ravished in the lower levels of the mansion
Samson's spacious bedroom, the courageous
Mist is just now regaining
Consciousness
Like her mentor Silent Shadow, Mist has been
stripped of all her clothing.
She is face up on the bed, with her gloveless
wrists tied tightly behind her
back, laying completely naked, save her mask,
in the center of Samson's
king-sized bed.
Slowly she opens her eyes to look at the bedroom
ceiling.
When the cobwebs clear from her mind, she
remembers what happened,
and tries to rise, instantly discovering her
bondage...and to her sudden
horror...her nudity.
"UMMMMPPPPFFFHHH!!" she yells into her ball gag.
Accessing her situation as calmly as she could,
she tries to move again, finding her
bare feet tied up tightly at the ankles.
Mist surveys the room, noticing Samson's open
closet...a short sleeve shirt hangs
on a hanger in plain view. Finding a source
of clothing, she looks for something
to sever her bonds.
Her first scans of the room produce nothing...then
she spots a set of keys out of
the corner of her eye on the floor.
Mist contemplates her next course of
action...then, rolls off the bed, with a silent
thud onto the carpeted floor Spotting her
target...she squirms like a worm on the floor,
until her fingers touch the familiar metal
of the key ring.
She smiles as she begins to pick at the multiple
knots in her rope bindings.
Her efforts produce almost unnoticeable
results...but she is confident she will prevail.
The thing that she is most concerned with
at the moment...is if She can free herself
before Samson returns.
Back
in the bowels of the mansion, Silent Shadow once again is being impaled by
the
hard cock of a Kraylox brother. Deep inside
her pussy, Jesse savagely pounds her sex,
trying to out do his elder brother's
brutality.
At his peak of arousal, Jesse grabs both her
nipples and twists them maliciously 180 degrees
on her chest, as he ceases up inside
her.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" he groaned, as his cock unloaded on her, once again
filling her womb with warm
semen.
Satisfied for the time, Jesse releases her
tortured nipples, and slaps her breasts around for
a moment, before pulling out of her and climbing
down from off the stone table.
"You're
up Bro!" Jesse high-fived Frank,
as they passed each other.
Dispensing with the foreplay...Frank immediately
thrusts back into her.
As Frank Rapes her for his second time...Helen
turns her head to notices that
Samson was gone.
"My god," she thought, as her rapist
brutally plunges in and out of
her pussy.
"Amy,"
Minutes
later, coming out of the courthouse entrance Jose
Martinez
walks towards his unfashionable 2006 Honda
Accord, in the
staff parking lot.
"Jose!" someone called from his left.
Turning around, he is face to face with a
man in his early 30's dressed in
an off the rack gray suit. Immediately Jose
recognizes the man as detective
Matt Glenn.
"Hey
Matt," Jose responded calmly, as
the man approached.
"What
can I do for you?"
Matt hesitates momentarily.
"Hey
Jose...I was wondering if you may have seen Helen
Trent?"
He
asked.
"She
didn't show up for her shift today at the station?"
"Maybe
she is sick?" Jose
responds
"No...I
went by there to see if she was
okay?" Matt
returned.
"No
one has seen her...or her sister Amy?"
Jose
is silent for a
moment.
"What?"
Matt questioned.
"Just
a weird thought," Jose
said.
Matt shook his head.
"Tell me,"
"This
may seem strange?" Jose
began.
"But
this is the first time in 2 years that there has not been a report of
Silent
Shadow
and Mist...and at the same time the girls disappear ...I have a
feeling
that the two coincide
somehow?
Matt stares oddly at him.
"Are
telling me you think the girls are....?
"I'm
not saying anything Matt!" Jose
replied.
"Just
an odd feeling...that's all!"
"And...if
they are?" Matt
responds.
"Beau
Samson could be the link!" Jose
interrupted.
Both men are silent for a moment, then matt
starts to leave.
"Jose...I'll
get back with
later..."
Matt suggested.
"I need
to check on something!"
20
minutes
later, Beau Samson whistles happily as he heads towards his bedroom
to check on his youngest
captive.
"Mr.
Samson!" one of his men asked just
as his hand touches the doorknob to his room.
"Take
a look at what the young bitch was
wearing!" He laughed, handing him
Mist's panties.
Samson chuckles silently.
"Sponge Bob hunh?"
"How
is the bidding on EBay going for their costumes?"
Samson
inquired, tossing the
panties back to the
man.
"$50,000.00
Right now!" The man
stated.
"But
the bidding is still climbing!"
"Good!"
Samson praises.
Let
me know when it gets to a half mil!"
"Sure
thing Mr. Samson!" The man
responds
Samson hesitates a moment, then with a sadistic
grin at what awaited him
inside his bedroom, he quickly turned the
knob and went inside.
"What
the fuck?" he responded finding
the room empty.
"Where
the fuck are you cunt?" he cursed,
expecting to see a bound Mist
on his bed.
"Right
here Asshole!!" Mist suddenly appeared
from hiding to kick him across the
room onto the king-sized bed with a hard kick
to the chest. Samson scrambles
to recover from her attack to find the supposed
bound sidekick
untied and angry.
Samson suddenly feels a wave of fear hit
him.
Although, she is weaponless and dressed in
only of his shirts that she must have
found...Samson has seen first hand her fighting
abilities, and knows she is
plenty dangerous.
"What
did you do to Silent Shadow?" she
questioned, walking towards Samson
with her fists clenched in
rage.
"Where
is she!!" Mist
demanded.
Hearing the scuffle, 4 of Samson's men respond.
Mist quickly tosses the first man
inside across the room with a karate throw.
As she recovers, another man grabs
her from behind.
Fighting to turn...she kicks out and another
man is hurled into the hallway into 2 others.
Mist slams an elbow into the ribs of the man
holding her and runs out into the hallway,
but, by this time, more than 15 men are there
to intercept the young sidekick.
Mist is slowly surrounded. She considers all
possible options, then with no other
choice that she can see...she attacks with
the fiery fury she is known for.
The young sidekick fights like a whirlwind,
dropping 6 men to their knees in pain from
her kicks and punches.
But, she is but one, and the mass of male
bodies pierce her defenses.
Restrained by her captors, Mist is stripped
of her shirt, and stands naked, as cold
metal handcuffs clamp down on her bare wrists.
"Get your ass in there!"
the head man yelled, slapping her on the buttocks,
as she is yanked along by her short
blonde hair back into the
bedroom.
Again his captive...Mist stands before Samson,
awaiting his reaction.
There is a short hesitation, then without
warning, Samson punches her in the stomach
causing her to be propelled onto the
bed.
"Spread-Eagle
the little Cunt!!" Samson
cursed.
Men immediately grab for
her.
Her hands are uncuffed, and 4 strong men each
grab an arm or leg, and she is
quickly tied to the 4
bedposts.
Mist arches her back at pulls with all her
strength at her bonds.
The bed shakes from the effort she puts forth
to escape, but the ropes that hold her wrists
and ankles to the 4 bedposts are unbreakable
and are tied expertly.
"Get
out!" Samson said plainly, as he takes off his shirt.
"You
put on a nice little show for
us!" Samson stated, as he removes
his pants.
"Got
me real excited!' He sneered, moving
a few steps to his left, to make eye
contact before he pulls down his underwear,
freeing his cock in front of the
fiery
young sidekick.
Mist turns away to shield her eyes from his
nearly erect cock, as he walks slowly
towards her. The bed lets out a loud creaking
noise, as excess weight is added, and
the perky sidekick feels herself shiver as
a hand touches her bare breast.
Gathering her courage, Mist turns to face
her rapist.
"Does
it make you feel like a man to rape a woman who can't fight
back?"
she asked challenging his
manhood.
"Nice
try!" Samson responds, unfettered
by her innuendo.
"Only
a fool would try to take you bitches in a fair
fight!"
Mist yanked at her ropes as Samson tightened
his grip on her tit.
Her reaction was just what he wanted.
Encouraged, he licked her left nipple, she
fought harder, then feeling his cock swell, he
took her tit in his mouth
and sucked
hard.
"Unnnnh," The young sidekick responds, out of a mixed emotion of humiliation,
disgust and...pleasure.
Like Helen, Amy found Samson to be a fat,
disgusting pig!
But her breasts were always hypersensitive,
and she began to feel a strong sexual reaction
to what he was doing to her.
Samson of course was oblivious to her thoughts
and feelings. His only thought was to
hurting and humiliating this defiant, arrogant
young girl, who dared to interfere in his
past criminal operations.
Samson shifted his position, and concentrated
on her other breast.
He went back and forth from one breast to
the other, for awhile, then rolled over on top
of her and forced his mouth to
hers.
"MMMMMMPPPPPHH!!!!"
She protested, feeling his
hard cock in between her
widely spread thighs, as he tried to forced
his tongue in her mouth.
She could barely breathe from the combination
of his crushing weight, his faced
smothering hers, and his massive overdose
of cologne.
Just as she thought she would pass out...Samson
withdrew.
Mist was relieved to be able to catch her
breath, but knew his withdraw only meant he
was preparing to do worse to her. Her fears
were soon confirmed, as with a grin, Samson
repositioned himself, and guides his rock-hard
cock towards her exposed vagina.
"Oh
my
god...please...don't do it
Samson!"
Mist begged, despite her promise
to herself, that she would face her ordeal
bravely, when she felt the head of his erect penis
part her pussy lips.
"Don't
Rape me!!"
Samson smiled. Again, that was the reaction
he wanted and it made him even more
determined to take her hard and brutally!
Mist strains to close up her pussy like Silent
Shadow tried to do.
But, like her mentor, there was little she
could do to prevent the rape,
"No!!!!" Mist screamed, as Samson thrust into her.
Samson grunted, grabbing Mist's hips holding
tight to her ass, as he worked his hard cock
into her vagina. Blood drips from her restraints,
as she jerks and pulls at her ropes to
try and escape her ordeal.
"Fuck...
your pussy is tight" Samson
complained.
Minutes later, sweat poured from Samson's
fat form, as he systematically thrusts
in and out of her with long, hard strokes.
Samson was not unusually large as male organs
go...But he did pack more meat, than most
average men did.
Mist struggles to free herself, but not so
much because of the pain he is inflicting her with
his cock... but rather from the fear and
humiliation she feels at being so utterly helpless.
As Silent Shadow's partner...she always felt
so powerful when criminals cringed before
them...now, Samson had that power over
her!
Samson steadily rapes her for another 15 minutes,
and then ceases up inside her.
Mist can
hear
Samson moan out loud, as he ejaculates.
A sick feeling forms at the pit of her stomach,
as she feels his warm cum spurt freely
inside her. It is all she can do to keep from
crying, as she fears be impregnated by
her captor's seed.
Samson retreats after a moment or two, and
stares down at her with a mocking glare.
"What's
the matter tough girl...no heroic
repartee?" he
teases.
"Was
ole Big Willy too much for your little Pussy to
handle?"
Mist
turns to look at him, but says nothing.
Samson just shakes his head at her, then goes
to the door and calls for one of his
Men.
"You
called boss?" a man responded to
his summons.
"Has
Rocco returned with the boys
yet?" Samson
inquires.
"He
left 4 hours ago to help Spindoriano transport the sorority
girls?"
"No
sir!" the man
replied.
Samson displays a look of
concern.
There is a short hesitation, before Samson
asks his next question.
"Has
the money been transferred to my bank from our
guests?"
"Yes
sir... I checked... it was finalized an hour ago,"
the man
answers.
"Well...who
is still here?" Samson
asked.
"Just
me and Robert!" The man
stated.
"Oh...and
the two guys down stairs with the Kraylox's."
Mist felt a wave of fear as she over heard
his reply.
"Oh
please...not them!" she thought
to herself, remembering the brutal brothers,
that threatened them just over a year
ago.
"Okay
Sam... you and Roberts bring the girl!"
Samson instructed, opening his
door wide to let the two men
enter.
"Let's
finalize our contract with the brothers!"
He stated.
Outside the
Mansion, Two cars pull out outside the walls at the same
time
"Have any trouble getting the warrant
Matt?" A small Hispanic man
asked.
"No problem at all Jose!" The smiling police
detective responded.
"I find that hard to believe from Judge Branson?"
Jose retorted.
"The judge was very cooperative," Matt
stated,
Especially after I checked his bank records
and found that little gratuity he
received from Samson for services rendered.
He hid it well, But Marty at the bank
found the file.
"As
it turns out he's is a big fan of Silent shadow!"
Jose grinned.
"That's blackmail you know don't
you?"
"I won't
tell...if you don't!" Matt
responds.
Jose offered no reply, as two police cruisers
arrived on the scene.
"Okay
guys!" Matt instructed.
"Follow
me!"
Meanwhile...back in the makeshift dungeon, The Kraylox
brothers have moved the
naked Silent shadow from her spread-eagled
confinement on the cold stone table...to
an even more humiliating
bondage
Nightmare.
10 feet away from the table Silent Shadow
has been draped over leather bondage horse.
Her legs are spread wide and chained to the
back side of the horse while, her arms are
chained to the front side. For the last hour,
the Brothers have taken turns,
Anally and Orally Raping the exhausted senior
heroine.
To make her suffering even worse, her sore
nipples have been tied up with string, and
pulled sadistically downward, where the other
ends of the string are tied off to the lower
brace support of the horse.
Every added movement on her part or from that
of the Kraylox rapes... intensifies her
painful anguish.
The Brothers have just completed their 2nd
rape session, when Samson enters.
"Well...well!" Frank's eyes light up noticing Mist draped naked
over Sam's shoulder, as
he and Robert trail in behind their boss.
"
"What
do we have here?"
Samson turns up his nose at the potent stench
of semen in the room.
"I'm
fulfilling the terms of our
contract!" He stated, signaling
to Sam, who walks up, and
places Mist on the floor by the bondage horse,
and retreats to his boss's side.
Frank stares down at the naked sidekick, her
eyes registering fear at recognition of him as
she struggles to free herself. He licks his
lips in appreciation of her tone, muscular, but
still quite feminine young female
form.
"UUUMMMMMPPPPHHH!!!" Mist yelled into her ball gag, when she notices
the
brutality to her mentor Silent Shadow.
She wanted desperately to help her...but,
with her wrists handcuffed behind her back,
and her feet tied tightly together at the
ankles with rope, all she could do was offer
her muffled protests.
Jesse got up from the folding chair he was
resting in and slowly walked over to stand by
his
brother. Both men were still completely naked, as they stood over the young
heroine,
sweating from their rape sessions with Silent
Shadow.
Mist could still see cum dripping from their
huge semi-erect Cocks as they looked her
over, grinning at the thought of the sadistic
torture and rape they had planned for the
young heroine.
Suddenly the sound of guns being cocked echoed
inside the room, and the Brothers
found themselves in front of 4 readied weapons
pointed their direction.
"Now
that the contract is complete!" Samson began.
"We
can end our association!"
"Kill
them!!" Samson
orders.
The Brothers seemed unemotional at their supposed
brink of death.
There was a brief hesitation as fingers reached
for gun triggers, then the room filled loud
noise and the smoke of burning sulfur. In
a matter of seconds, it was over and Sam
and Robert lay dead on the floor.
Samson shivered as the guns from the camera
men pointed now at him.
"We
ah...made a little deal!" Frank explained.
"Seems
you don't pay that good!" He laughs.
"These
guys work for me now!"
"Look...we
can make some sort of deal...can't we?"
Samson
stuttered.
"Yeah...we
can make a deal!" Frank said, taking
a gun from one of the men.
"I pull
the trigger!" he stated, firing
4 shots point-blank in Samson's chest.
"You
Die!!"
"Lets get
the fuck out of here
guys!"
Frank cursed.
"What
about the bitches?" Jesse
questioned.
Frank hesitated a moments as he looks over
his nude captives.
"Leave
Silent Titties here and bring along the
girl!" he replied, an evil grin
forming
across his face, as he pulls on his shorts
and trousers, before sitting down to put
on his shoes.
"She
aught to last a week or so, before we dump her dead ass in some
alley!"
"Right Bro!"
Jesse
laughed.
"I was
getting tired of fucking that big Tittied Cow
anyway!"
"UUUUUUUNNNNNHHHH!!!"
Mist screamed against her gag,
as Jesse cut her leg
bindings and wrapped his belt around her neck
as a Choker, then yanked her off the floor
with it. With a firm grip on the belt, Jesse
maintains a choke hold on his captive, as the
four of them prepared to
leave.
"Leave
her alone you
Animals!!!"
Helen screamed out, ignoring the
horrible pain
she is
experiencing in her tortured
breasts...fighting with a new found courage against the
ropes that hold her down on the bondage horse,
in a futile effort to save her little sister
from the same sadistic sexual torture she
has experienced first hand.
Frank laughs at her, then turns to
leave.
"UUUNNNNNHHHHH!!!"
Mist screamed again against her gag
planting her bare feet
on the cold concrete floor pulling back hard
with her strong powerful leg muscles, stubbornly
trying to prevent or at least postpone her
abduction.
She knows if she leaves this room...she'll
never be seen alive again!
Tighter and tighter, Jesse pulls the belt
around her neck, until she can hardly breathe and spots
flash
in front of her eyes from lack of oxygen, but still she resists and stands
her ground.
"Move
you Fucking Cunt!!" Frank curses,
whipping her bare Ass constantly with his
belt in order to try and force her to move.
Mist cries and whimpers, against the pain...but,
continues to fight, twisting and pulling to
try and escape.
As blow after blow lashes her ass cheeks,
Jesse grabs at her breasts with his free hand.
First the left then the right Tit, pulling
savagely on the nipples until he almost rips it from her chest.
Then in a futile anger he punches her in the
gut.
All the wind knocked out of her, Mist collapses
to her knees.
Bent over, she cries like a baby, rubbing
her sore tits against her knees to try and alleviate some of
the pain Jesse caused her.
"Get
Up!!!" Jesse screamed at her, as
Frank now whips at her bare back and shoulders.
"Shit!" Frank conceded. "We're not
getting anywhere!"
"Pick
her Ass up...and let's go!"
Realizing she lost the fight, Mist tries to
scramble away from Jesse, as he reaches
for her.
Jesse and the other men pin her down and rebind
her ankles, then back away a moment.
Helpless, Mist squirms against a wall and
stares up at them like a snake ready
to strike.
When Jesse goes to pick her up, she tries
to roll away, but he is ready for that and counters
the movement, scooping her up in his arms.
"Let's
go!" Frank again orders, as Mist
wiggles helplessly in Jesse's strong male arms.
"Please!!"
Helen begged from across the
room.
"Don't
take her...I'll do anything you want?"
"Shut
up Cow!!" Jesse yelled, turning
to leave with the others.
Suddenly,
when all seemed bleak, the hammer of a 357 Magnum, was heard being drawn
back.
"Hold
it right there!!" a familiar male
voice demanded, as a man appeared at the
door with a gun pointed at the 4 of
them.
"Matt...Thank
god!" Helen breathed a sigh of
relief, from her bound position on the horse.
Testing the police detective's resolve...the
two goons turned on him.
But, Matt was far from a rookie cop, and blasted
both goons in a slit second. Jesse dropped
Mist, and picked up a gun that skittered across
the floor, after the goons were killed,
as Frank fired and missed Matt by inches.
Mist hopped to her feet just as he pointed
the gun towards Matt. Concentrated,
On Frank, Matt failed to notice Jesse. Realizing
Matt's danger, Mist threw herself at
Jesse, spoiling his aim, as Matt plugs Frank
in the chest.
"You
Bitch!!!! He screamed out at the loss of his elder brother.
Grief stricken, Jesse rolls Mist over and
pushes the gun to her
face.
"Your
gonna die for this Cunt!"
he
curses, wasting no time pulling the trigger.
Click!
Click! Click! The gun repeated
over and over, as Jesse refused to accept
that
the gun was empty.
Still outraged, Jesse raises the gun above
his head, ready to bash her in the face, when
Matt's reloaded 357 unloaded 8 rounds into
his back.
Thrown off her by the blast, Jesse fought
death for a mere seconds, then joined
his brother in oblivion.
Matt lets out a sigh, then walks over to remove
Mist's ball gag.
"Where
is the key for the handcuffs?" He inquires.
"Plaaaa!!" Mists
gags as the rubber ball leaves her mouth.
"In...in
h...his p...pocket!" She pointed,
stuttering from a combination of a dry throat
and
stiff jaw muscles, to the dead man named Sam.
Digging in the dead man's pocket, Matt finds
the key, Just as another man enters the
room.
"Jose!" He yells
out. "Here! He said tossing him
the key. "Release Mist,
while
I get Shadow out of that perverted
position!"
Matt pulls out his pocket knife and sliced
the strings holding, her breasts down.
Helen lets out a sigh, as a major pain is
lifted from her.
Her restraints are a different Story...and
it takes him a lot more time to sever the leather
cuffs on her wrists.
With her arms free for the first time in hours,
she rubs her bruised wrists, as Matt
maneuvers in behind her. As he saws through
her ankle restraints, he can't help but
notice cum dripping from her anus. He looks
over at the dead men filled with
anger
wanting to go over and empty his gun in all of them.
Finally free, Helen tries to walk, but her
legs are shaky and she falls into Matt's
arms. They stare into each others eyes. In
her secret identity, they are lovers, but
she has never revealed that she was the vigilante
Silent Shadow.
For one reason, she did not want him to worry
about her...and 2nd, he was a good
Cop...and vigilantes were criminals, not matter
what good they do.
As they look at Each other, she wants to kiss
him...but that would risk her identity.
Matt also had a problem...he suspected Helen
was Silent Shadow, but agonized
whether to confess his suspicions to her.
If he knew, he would have to decide if
he was going to arrest her or not. He also
wanted to kiss her...but, if she was not
Helen he would be cheating on her.
"Come on Shadow!" He urges, covering
her nudity with his suit jacket.
By the time they make it across the room,
Jose has released Mist, and she is wearing his coat.
Jose
gives Matt a look of indecision. Matt knew he was silently asking if he was
going to arrest them.
Matt
caught his meaning.
"Look
girls," Matt spoke up.
"Your going to have to sneak out of
here by yourselves, unless
you
plan to remove your masks? After all you have did for this city, and because
of your
ordeal...I won't arrest you...but,
there are cops here that will!"
Matt hesitates again.
"Your costumes are in a bag in a room
with an unpainted
door.
There is no one there right now in that section of the house...you could
retrieve
them
and get out the south door undetected. Do you have a car or some
sort
of
transportation close by?" He
asked.
Silent Shadow
nods.
"Okay
then," Matt commented.
"I didn't see you here tonight!"
He said, turning his
back on the girls.
"You have about 10 minute, before Captain
Drake gets
here...she
is not a fan of Silent Shadow and
Mist!"
Helen hesitates...she knows what he is doing,
but somehow it seems cold to her?
"Come
on Shadow," Mist urges, offering
her a shoulder to support herself, as they
exit the room.
After they leave, Jose walks up and touches
Matt's shoulder.
"That
was a hard thing to do wasn't
it?" He asked.
Matt didn't say anything, but Jose still got
an answer.
"Lets
go," Matt urged.
"I got
a report to write
Epilogue
Four months have past now since their ordeal.
To their relief, neither of them came up
pregnant. Their Physical scars have all but
healed. However the emotional cuts will be
with them a long time...maybe the rest of
their lives?
Helen returned to work a few weeks after the
ordeal. She simply said she had the flu.
Their uncle was a doctor, and faked a medical
diagnosis.
He knew for years about their duel identities
and helped out when he could.
He did not approve of their night life but
kept their secret.
The heroines cautiously returned to their
Crime fighting.
Just a little at first...fear hindered their
performances, but they had to face their fears, or
they would crawl into a hole of self
pity.
Soon they lost almost all the fear, and again
tossed baddies at the police on a
nightly
basis.
Just a little fear remained to remind them
to be careful.
Amy was busy at college and was dating a boy
in her history class.
He was a big fan of their exploits, and she
considered telling him of her secret...but
decided to wait.
Matt
found a reason to come over almost every day for two months, and their
relationship returned almost the way it was...but,
he still pondered at his
suspicions of her alter
ego?
But not tonight, as he knocked on Helen's
door and she greeted him dressed in a
full length evening gown, for their date at
a new French restaurant that had
opened in
Tonight...she was simply the girl he
loved....
The end.
(Written
2-20--2008)
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