Captive Gold

Part 1

Written by Mr K

We put Gold in the car and squeezed in on either side of her. Normally, the police-issue handcuffs wouldn’t be enough, but the stun ray and the drugs to back it up had made our little golden avenger as docile as a kitten. Her head sagged, swayed and bobbed as our car made its herky jerky way through city traffic. Golden locks waved and shook, large, pendulous breasts swayed, and the heroine was ours.

“Put that away,” I said looking right to see Dobson toying with his stun gun. All we needed was for a cop to see the outline of a pistol through the car window.

“Sorry.” He stowed it back in his shoulder holster. He was the one who shot Gold. The take down was a smooth piece work of art. We were all covering the doors and windows as Chad kept a piece leveled on our scientist hostage. He did the down loading, we did the gun holding. When Gold appeared (through the ceiling, no less) we were ready. she hardly had a moment before Dobson sent a red beam stabbing in between her breasts.
We all turned and looked, smiling , as she sank to her knees in a veil of screams. The stun ray overloads your nervous system with blinding pain. It took a long concentrated blast, but he finally got her to the floor.

“Nice work.”

I was the one who stood over Gold, straddled her, injected her. I took a moment, I’ll admit, to ponder her. She was one of the tallest women I’d ever seen, with a body that seemed fit for motion. I mean, she wasn’t spindly like some very tall women. Thick conditioned muscle. A broad, toned swimmer’s back. Broad shoulders. Thick, long, strong biceps. Thick, defined quads. A tight, washboard stomach.
Each line in her body was distinctly seen in the costume. It was a gold body suit so sheer and tight that it looked more painted on than worn. The form of each muscle, each line, could be clearly discerned through the wet-look, golden body sleeve.
I turned her head from side to side. Her eyes were shut, her mouth pursed and slack. A golden nest of hair was in coils and piles around her face.

“You’re a fine looking woman, Gold,” I said to deaf ears.

“It’s a shame this is your last night on Earth.”

And now we had her.

“How did she find us? How did she know where to find us?” Marcy asked. She took a handful of the senseless heroine’s hair and jerked her head back. We all studied her full lips, high cheek bones and square jaw.

“She can find the Congregation anywhere. She feels our energy when more than one of us is in the same place at once. When we had her, back when Father was still around and we were in The Labyrinth, she developed this power. When we had her and used her body, she developed the ability to find us. Now she hunts us just as we hunt the Earthlings. She won’t be an issue after tonight.”

We drove.