Tricking a Bird–Scene 1

by Barfly

Chapter 2

84168 Devon Road wasn’t that far from work. The Canary parked her black SUV a couple streets away and made the rest of the trip on foot. The streets of Gotham are usually very busy, but Canary was in the business sector so the heroine was virtually unseen in the shadows of the tall office buildings.

Canary scanned the area quickly. She still hadn’t seen anyone on or around the fifth floor loft for about half an hour. the heroine spotted a fire escape on the back end of the building and quickly climbed the steps.

The whole way up she kept a watchful eye on any movement, but the place seemed dead. After a slow and silent climb, Canary slid over the parapet wall without a sound onto the roof and froze in a crouch position.

Just when she started to think her tip was wrong, she spotted a thug in a black ski mask standing a couple of yards away having a smoke. Canary wasted no time and leapt into the air with her long leg exploding into a roundhouse kick that quickly dropped the man to the gravel covered roof.

After a quick search, she found all he carried was a pistol in a shoulder holster. She quickly bound his arms and legs with some zip ties she carried for just such an occasion. The athletic blonde then gagged him with his own mask and patted his head. “See you later handsome,” she whispered with a smirk.

Canary made her way to what looked like an accessible skylight–to her surprise she was right–all that stopped her was a large padlock. Canary looked around as she removed her lock picking tools from a hidden pocket in her boot and got to work.

Moments later the Black Canary was inside. The skylight dropped her into a large bathroom. She listened at the door and heard nothing.

The beautiful blonde crept into the next room. No one seemed to be in the large well decorated bedroom, but she heard voices coming from the hallway. She moved gracefully and silently to the side of the hallway door just as two men walked in.

The heroine leapt into action and grabbed the closest man in a headlock, and threw a perfectly placed side kick into the other man’s head making his unconscious body slide against the glossy hardwood floor. Before her foot touched the ground, her other knee smashed into the head-locked man’s nose and he slid to the ground.

“Three down and who knows how many left?” she remarked with comedic tone. A grunt came from the thug who met with Canary’s knee cap and the tone sounded very familiar. Canary recognized the guy who was now sitting up. She crouched next to him as he clutched his bleeding nose–her green eyes grew in surprise. “Crispin, what the hell are you doing in here?” As soon as the words slipped from the long-legged blonde’s lips, her heart sank. She turned to her point of entry only to see three large men clad in black ski masks blocking the door, two of which were bearing weapons. Canary’s throat dried instantly, and she turned coolly to her backstabbing informant. “Not too bright!” She punctuated the statement with a side kick to the head.

The Black Canary now stood with clenched fists straight down to her sides, as she glared at the three obstacles in the way of her freedom. She knew she had to move quickly or more goons would be on top of her.

Canary walked quickly towards the men, sizing them up as she approached. All three men split apart to semicircle the beautiful heroine. The one on the left brandished a long chain like weapon with barbs on the end, the one on the right had a police style baton, and the one ahead was apparently unarmed and stood in a fighter’s stance.

Canary leaped into the air and, in a blur, somersaulted directly into the unarmed thug. They crashed through the bathroom door and landed hard in the small room.

The thug took most of the impact, and was dazed as the feisty blonde stood on his chest and the edge of the tub with ease, wearing her very high-heeled boots. She reached for the sky light handle only to find it locked from the outside. “Shit,” was all that escaped her dark red lips. Then a barb-ended chain bola’d around her left boot and jerked her precarious stance off of the tub.

She crashed with a thud, her stomach landing on the edge of the tub, and the side of her head hitting the floor of the tub with a thud. Then her dazed body was quickly being dragged out of the room by her ankle. She reached for a hand hold to stop her movement, but everything was out of reach.

Canary’s body slid easily across the floor of the bedroom before it came to a halt. Before she could try to stand, a boot hit her square in the stomach and a baton low on her back. She crumpled on the floor.

Canary could tell more men had arrived in the room, and she acted quickly, still winded from the steel toed boot and the tub. She sprung up to her feet and threw a hard jab into one of her opponents throats, making him fall back. She then kicked out with her right foot, barely connecting with the baton-wielding thug’s chest. Her timing was a little off as the room seemed to fill with men.

She spun quickly, trying to protect her back, when she noticed a goon leap for her midsection. Canary leapt straight up and stretched her long legs to the sides in the splits, just clearing the man’s dive. In mid air, within split seconds as the heroine was planning her next move, she suddenly noticed while in the splits that her left ankle still had the barbed chain wrapped securely around it.

At that moment, a tremendous tug hyper extended her leg and spun the lean heroine least 360 degrees completely around in mid air at.

Her spinning form crashed onto the hard ground shoulder and back first. Now, completely disoriented and sprawled on her back, she knew she was in trouble. That thought was punctuated by a hard punch to her cheek that smacked the back of head against the floor–in an explosion of blonde hair, the Black Canary was trapped!

Rough hands seemed to appear from all directions, pulling her left arm behind her back, grabbing her squirming legs, and they wasted no time on her chest and ass. She was completely overwhelmed; the men easily rolled the heroine onto her side. Another goon wrenched her right arm back. As she felt a thin leather strap being wrapped around her wrists, painfully binding her lean muscular limbs together, her long sexy legs were pinned together as one of her larger assailants sat with his full weight on the side of her knees, painfully subduing the gorgeous superheroine.

Canary was literally swarmed by her attackers–as two well built thugs had her arms being very tightly secured behind her back, another goon kneeled beside the gorgeous damsels head and grabbed a handful of blonde hair and jerked her head back hard exposing her lean sexy throat.

Cursing herself for letting slip a high pitched moan as her head was roughly pulled back, she felt that overwhelming sense of peril and her slight inner feelings of sexual pleasure started to surface.

The beautiful heroine clenched her teeth and jerked her shoulders, trying to replace her slight erotic arousal with pure ferocity as another man began binding her high-heel-booted feet together.

Her heart sank when she felt the cold hands of the man sitting on her slowly wander up her fishnet covered thighs; she knew this scenario all too well.

Canary’s big green eyes looked up into his and saw his perverted smile. She could tell he really enjoyed the feel of her silky leggings wrapped around her warm legs, as his huge hands wrapped her thigh and his finger tips rested between her legs about three inches from her crotch.

Canary concentrated on her meditation, but in every direction she was helpless–as her captors seemed to multiply, her nipples grew harder, and cheeks reddened.

The men gathered around her as her ankle was being unwrapped by the vicious chain that had been her undoing. The bearer looked down at the futile struggles of the heroine with a smile.

The men binding her pulled enough to fully and painfully stretch her body, especially her limbs behind her back; the two men behind her tied the leather cord around her elbows, now pushing her large, firm breasts apart.

The Black Canary tried to keep a confident look on her beautiful face as her captors roughly trussed and grabbed her at will.

The man sitting on her legs began to stir, and his hands slipped all the way up, casually brushing against the millimeters of her costume that protected her sex. Canary closed her eyes. As the thug got off of her, her body began to burn with shame and arousal when she felt his erection on her leg.

Now, franticly trying to think of a way out before she had to meet with her enemy, her captors flipped her onto her stomach. Her round breasts crushed under her own weight, she didn’t flinch. She didn’t want to give them the satisfaction, as she now laid awkwardly and completely exposed, her legs now bound by leather cord and stretched completely straight stretching her dark tights over her fit calves and upper thighs. The beautiful contours of her nylon shorts left little to the imagination. A hand grabbed her long hair again and turned her head to the side, pulling her shoulders around a little, twisting her chest and stomach. Her tight shorts now rode a bit lower on her waist in her contorted position, and her pelvic bone was completely visible as her tight lycra shirt rode up on her exposed stomach. Her perfect breasts rose and sank as she tried to catch her breath. Sweat gathered in her cleavage and glittered on her tights. Her gorgeous face wore no expression as perspiration gathered on her perfect nose. She tried to size up her worsening situation, and looked down her long toned legs to her bound ankles–the familiar sound of creaking rope and her leather boots drove a spike of fear mixed with immense sexual pleasure into her. She closed her eyes and bit her lip fighting back a moan or any signal to her captors what was really happening to her.

An incredibly hard smack on her fishnet covered bottom brought a wincing expression to her face and a couple of chuckles from her crowd of captors.

Her attention turned to her traitorous informant, who in one hand held a bloody towel to his face and in the other held a long cattle prod. Canary changed her expression to a confidant smirk and quickly said, “What happened to you Crispin? You look like you got your ass kicked by a chick!” A few laughs erupted from the thugs, as the bound blonde strained with herself to keep a carefree smile on her face.

His face went scarlet with anger. “Wait’ll you see what happens to that pretty face of yours,” he angrily replied as he pointed the prod at the bound heroine.

Canary squirmed hard as a hand grabbed her smooth cheeks and pinched her pouty lips open to stuff a wad of cotton in her mouth–she fought it off for a few seconds with her clenched perfect teeth, but the wad soon filled her mouth. “This outta shut you up bitch,” the thug added as he wrapped a large tensor band between her lips and tied it tightly around her head holding her hair back out of her beautiful face.

Canary stared blankly at her old informant as he waved the electrical device in front of the helpless beauty. All hands let go of the bound woman as the charged object touched her bare stomach. In an explosion of pain, “mmmgggfgmmf,” was the muffled protest that escaped her gagged mouth as her body gyrated violently on the cold floor. After the instrument of pain was pulled away, her sexy body relaxed onto the ground and her breathing quickened as her senses returned. She couldn’t believe the pain from that prod. She looked up to see it touch her right breast–her eyes rolled back into her head as she screamed into her gag and her body arched awkwardly. Before the third awful contact with the prod, the man she had come for entered the room and the crowd of burly men parted.

He loomed over the now ragged and panting heroine

“You get one more for your troubles, Crispin, then she’s all mine.” The prod touched her left breast and all went black for the young heroine.