Jet Angel:
HERAS REVENGE
by 'Doc Tangent'
Prologue
Pain, unlike anything Elizabeth Baxter had ever experienced, coursed through her young body, drawing tears from beneath her blindfold and throat-searing screams into the thick cloth that filled her mouth.
Mmmmph mmmmph MMMMPH!
The thing - she knew it wasnt a mans cock - slammed inside her again and again, huge and hard and relentless, like some kind of machine. She pulled at the straps that bound her wrists and pulled her arms taut in front of her, keeping her bent over the padded sawhorse - no slack or give. Same for the wide straps securing her ankles and thighs to the horses legs, spreading her wide open to receive this violation. Huge hands gripped her hips for purchase and she could hear her assailant panting hard and groaning with each driving thrust, but moaning like a woman in the throes of passion. Who, or what, was raping her?
And for Gods sake, why? She had no enemies, no one with a grudge against her. Her family was wealthy, but none of her captors had said a thing about a ransom. Was it for this? Another spasm of pain and despair wracked her body with sobs and her hands twisted futilely in their bonds, clenching at the air. The thing continued to piston away inside her mercilessly, the monster at the other end of it seemingly tireless. All Liz Baxter could do was scream and scream and
Fixer, stop.
The womans voice was soft yet undeniably commanding, and the thing suddenly ceased its pounding and slowly withdrew, leaving Lizs pussy swollen and throbbing, her skin slick with sweat, her body shaking with its violation.
Poor Elizabeth. The voice was at her right ear now. Im afraid Fixer doesnt seem to know when enough is enough, especially when theres such a delectable morsel as you on the table.
Liz shuddered involuntarily - a morsel was precisely what she felt like, a piece of meat, dehumanized and ravaged beyond recognition. Fresh tears welled behind her blindfold. She felt a cool touch against her cheek, the womans fingers gently caressing her.
There, there. Now Im sure you have questions. Liz nodded a little, fighting not to whimper like a whipped puppy into her gag. Youre wondering why you were taken.
Liz nodded again, the memory of it flooding her mind. Stopping her car in front of the massive iron gate leading to their home in suburban Bilbrew Heights
the tall, statuesque, raven-haired woman in the dark suit coming up to the drivers side door
Liz rolling down her window to hear her words
the womans hand reaching in to touch her arm
then that sudden shock, like touching a doorknob in winter, and Liz finding herself completely unable to move, as if her body no longer obeyed her commands
slumping in a heap across the front seat
then the woman, smiling a truly feral smile, leaning in to cover her face with that sickly-sweet-smelling handkerchief
Then waking up here, wherever here was, blindfolded, bound, and gagged.
And the pain
The woman - the same one who did this to her - spoke again. You may believe this is about your fathers wealth. Its not. Believe me, child, I have plenty of my own.
Considering your treatment so far, you may guess that we took you for our
amusement, she chuckled softly, and again Liz shuddered in her bonds, but that is simply a fringe benefit. No, my love, the sad truth - the tragedy - of this is that you have absolutely nothing to do with it at all.
You are what we in the trade call bait. Youre the damsel in distress that will bring the real prize to me. What I want is Jet Angel. She and I are
old friends, with much to discuss.
Jet Angel! The night-clad avenger of New Stanton! Mysterious, beautiful, and merciless against criminals of all kinds, she was considered nothing more than a myth by many, but Lizs captors seem to know her - and know what would draw her into a trap! Liz began to shake her head and protest through her gag, Mmmmphhh!
The woman touched her face again, shushing her as one would a child. Relax, Elizabeth, we know you dont know her. Youre a complete innocent in this affair
which is how I know shell come for you.
Liz lowered her face to rest against the leather-covered padding of the horse, wracked with grief, as a second female voice spoke with an exaggerated Texas twang, Beggin yer pardon, maam, but if you want that there Jet Angel tsashay on in here, dont you reckon you oughta send her a note or somethin? I mean, we didnt leave a single damn bread crumb for her tfollow or anythin.
Again that soft, patrician chuckle. Jane, dear, if I know nothing else in this world - and I know plenty, believe me - I know that Jet Angel will find that one connection that will bring her here. If I send her a note, shell know its a trap. This way, the bitch will have the satisfaction of working to rescue the maiden fair before I drop a house on her. She ran her fingers through Lizs hair, then closed them suddenly, yanking Lizs head back painfully. Shell come in a hurry to save this sweetmeat, and then well all get what we want - for you and Fixer, all the power you could desire. And for me? She let Lizs head drop back to the leather. By the time Im done with her, the great Jet Angel will be begging me to let her hump my leg like the bitch she is.
Liz heard the clicking of high heels on concrete, the sound of the woman walking away then stopping. Oh, I almost forgot. Fixer, you may proceed.
Thank you, Hera, said the monster in a deep yet feminine voice, then the thing pushed into Lizs cunt again and the girl let out a long muffled scream