The
Heroine’s Wild Weekend
Chapter 2 – Resistance is Futile
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***
Amber paced the room
looking for anything she had missed.
The Blank had just tossed her in here and locked the door. It made no sense.
It was a small but
comfortable bedroom. They’d secured it
with barred windows and a solid door but there was a bed, a dresser and a
bathroom with a shower. Amber couldn’t
figure out why she was in there instead of downstairs. She heard a key in the lock and jumped. Amber reached for a small stool she could
use as a club but then she remembered what happened to Ruby. She couldn’t risk that. She put the stool down as the door opened.
“Um hi. Are you like OK?” It was Johnson.
“What? NO!
You just tortured my friend you kidnapped me, you-“
“Whoa, whoa, time out
OK? OK? Look, don’t listen to Twister OK? He, he twists things.
This wasn’t my idea; I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I just want to make sure you’re OK. OK?”
Amber took a good look
at this harmless-looking guy in her room and hugged him and cried. And cried.
Hesitantly Johnson
hugged her and patted her on the back and tried to contain his raging
erection. “It’s OK, it’s OK, they don’t
want to hurt you, they need you remember, for the gems? They can’t really afford to hurt you.”
“But…”
“Look, just do what
you’re told and you’ll be fine OK?”
“OK…”
“Now take a shower and
get some rest, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Reluctantly he let go of her.
Amber took a step back.
“The others? How are they? How’s Ruby?”
“They’ll be just fine,
you’ll see them soon.”
He closed the door.
Amber stood in the room
for a while, not sure what to do.
Finally she realized the only thing to do was what Johnson
suggested. A nice hot shower would make
her feel worlds better.
She walked into the
bathroom and closed the door tightly.
She unfastened her waist length white cape and hung it on a hook. Those white capes picked up dirt so
easily. Then she reached behind and
undid the zipper for her skirt, she pulled it down. She raised her left arm and undid the zipper under her arm for
her yellow halter top. It hit the floor
too she felt a bit of cold as the air hit her nipples. Finally she pulled down the yellow panties
and stood in the room naked. She
slipped into the shower and pulled the curtain shut. She flinched when the cold water hit her (there was no hot) but
endured it long enough to soap herself and wash her hair. When she was done she found they’d left a
towel to dry off with and a long tee shirt to wear. She put it on and got in bed.
***
Johnson watched all of
this through several peep holes. He was
jerking off the whole time.
***
The girls downstairs
had no idea what time it was when the lights flashed back on.
The door opened and
Slab, Dancer and Twister walked in.
Violet jumped to her feet, she had not slept at all. “Ruby!
You have to help her! She’s in pain!”
Twister glanced at the
redhead, her broken arm was swollen and a livid purple. “PLEASE!
I’ll do anything!” Violet added. Sapphire glared at her from behind.
“Well that’s quite a
tempting offer Ms. Violet, tempting indeed.
I’m sure my right hand man Master Johnson can think of all sorts of
things for you to do.”
Violet hesitated for a
second but her resolve returned. “I’ll
do anything, just help Ruby.”
“Well that’s sweet of
you pumpkin. How about you Emerald, do
you want us to help?”
Emerald Green hesitated
she looked at Violet’s pleading eyes, at Sapphire’s stern expression and
finally at Ruby’s livid injury. “Yes,
I-I’ll do what you want, just help Ruby.”
Sapphire shook her head
and cuffed Violet on the back of the head.
“Damnit girl, what are
you doing? Didn’t you listen to her,
Ruby said not to cooperate, no matter what!”
Twister shook his
finger. Slab cracked his knuckles. Sapphire backed off.
“Now, now just because
you’re not interested doesn’t mean these sweet things can’t offer their… services.” Violet cringed at how he emphasized that word. “So what exactly should I do for Ms.
Ruby? I don’t think we’ll be taking her
to a hospital and don’t think a band aid will help much either.”
“I can heal her…” Violet whispered in a small voice.
“Hmm?”
“With my gem, I can
heal her. I know how.” Emerald and Sapphire looked stunned. Wagner raised her eyebrows. Twister just chuckled.
“Nice try sweetie, nice
bluff but I don’t think so.” He took a
folded piece of paper from his pocket and opened it with a flourish. “Their
alien power gems give them the ability to fly, create protective force fields
and fire energy blasts. That’s what
the Kirby Guide says. Nothing
there about healing. Oh well, so much
for Ruby.”
“No! Wait!
Honest I can do it! The gems,
they have a lot more powers than we know!
When the Behemoth hit Amber with a car I healed her. Guys remember?”
“I thought she said she
didn’t get hurt…”
“But Violet did get to
her first. Maybe she could have healed
her…”
“Well this is
interesting, let’s see what we can do here.”
Twister whispered to Slab and Dancer.
Slab moved to Ruby and put his hands on her head. Dancer took out a slim throwing knife and
aimed it at Sapphire. Twister took out
an oversized revolver and aimed at Emerald.
Then and only then did he open the door and let out Violet.
“Now maybe, when you
have your powers back you can stop me before I shoot your Chinese friend. And maybe you can stop Ms. Wagner before she
pops your black friend and maybe you can stop Slab before he crushes Ms. Ruby’s
skull but somehow I don’t think you can do all three.”
“Please, I’m just going
to help Ruby, I promise, I swear! My
word as a heroine!”
“Well, if you promise I
guess that’s good enough for me!” He
took out Violet’s purple power gem and handed it to her with a flourish.
Violet gasped as she
took it in her hands, such a feeling of power!
Of well being! Like she could do
anything! She immediately stood a bit
taller; a violet incandescent glow surrounded her. She could feel the power in her heart; she knew she could beat
all 3 villains before they had a chance to hurt anyone. But… She’d given her word.
She leaded over
Ruby. Ruby was frantically signaling
her head, shrieking ‘get them’ through her gag. Violet ignored her and closed her eyes. Warm light surrounded her hands and she placed them on Ruby’s
broken arm, she envisioned it made whole and the livid purple bruises
disappeared. The broken bones
reset. In less than a minute she was
done. She reached down and repositioned
Ruby’s white cape so that it covered her bare breast. She tried to ignore the rage emanating from her friend’s eyes. Violet looked around again, she felt the
same nagging feeling that she could beat them but instead she reached up,
removed the power gem from its setting in her neck and gave it to Twister.
Slab reached down and
removed the gag from Ruby’s mouth.
“You idiot you could
–OW!” Slab squeezed her head for a
second. “Say thank you…”
“T-thank you Violet…”
“That’s a good girl.”
Twister poked the arm a
few times, it seemed fine. “Well that
was certainly something. Why don’t you
and Emerald come upstairs now and we’ll find something for you two to… do.”
Violet followed with a
faint smile. She’d done it, she’d
healed Ruby, whatever happened next wouldn’t matter because she’d helped her
friend. Emerald followed a bit more
meekly, still amazed at what Violet had done and that she hadn’t even tried to
escape.
Slab tossed Ruby into
the cell and then shut the lights leaving Ruby and Sapphire in darkness.
***
“You OK Ruby?”
The girl gasped a few
times and flexed her arm. “Wow. Yeah.
I mean other than being locked up and stuff, yeah. My arm doesn’t even ache. Did you know she could do that?”
“Nope, but she’s still a fucking idiot! She totally could have taken them down.”
“Well now we know they
make mistakes, we just have to create another opportunity and use it.”
“Huh. I guess.
Feel like having them break the other arm?”
Ruby chuckled for the
first time since the bus stopped in this hellish place. “It’s a thought. But we have plenty of time to come up with a better plan…”
***
Emerald Green swallowed
hard as she went up the stairs. They’d
taken Amber up these stairs and they hadn’t seen her since. What would they do with two more Teen
Angels?
She soon found out.
They reached the top,
through barred windows Emerald could tell it was still dark out. Slab led them to the kitchen.
“Bacon, eggs and toast
for everyone. You’ll find everything you
need in the kitchen.”
“Violet come on, I’ll
show you the laundry.”
“Where’s Amber? What did you do with her?”
“Oh you’ll see.”
***
Amber woke up in her
room to the smell of bacon and eggs.
She sat up. There were some of
the clothes from her suitcase laid out on the dresser. The sun was shinning through her windows.
The door opened, she
pulled the sheets up to her neck. It
was Johnson. “Hey, uh, get up, have
some breakfast, take a shower OK? I
need you in about 30 minutes OK?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Amber headed for the
shower.
Johnson headed for the
peephole.
***
“Nice work kiddo.” Violet gasped and turned to see Slab behind
her. She’d been hand-washing some of
the Blanks’ clothes and hadn’t heard him.
“Think you could do something for my ugly mug?”
She looked up at the
endless scars the crossed Slab’s face.
“I-I don’t know. I only tried it a few times and
you’re…” She looked away.
“Pretty ugly huh? Probably never saw too many mugs like mine.”
“W-what happened to
you? Ms. Wagner, she showed me your old
picture…” Violet turned around and
focused on folding the clothes.
“Yeah, that. I got superpowers you see. Nothing flashy, nothing like you girls, they
just make me stronger and tougher than any guy should be. I heal fast too. Thing is, I don’t heal like magic, like your friend down
there. I heal like any other joe, with
scars, with dislocated bones, with everything.
After a while it starts catching up with you. Took a 12 gauge to the face one time, stopping some guys from
holding up a liquor store. That was
about the end of my good looks.”
“T-that’s so sad…”
“Well you made a
promise kiddo, you’d do anything. And
one way or another I’m gonna collect.”
He ran a meaty paw through her long brown hair.
Violet shuddered.
***
By ten that morning
Emerald was sweating like a pig in the kitchen. After making breakfast they had her start on lunch. The room had just one tiny window and it was
closed. A Blank watched her at all
times tapping his hand with the cattle prod.
Emerald was cutting up
carrots with a carving knife and couldn’t help but think what else she could
use it for. Slab was way too tough of
course but Twister and Dancer were just normal humans. So were the Blanks as far as she knew. With the knife and the advantage of surprise…
“Penny for your
thoughts Emerald?”
“What!” She dropped the knife. It was Ms. Wagner.
“Nothing! Nothing!
Just making some lunch.”
“Of course you
were…” Wagner put an arm around the
slim Asian girl’s bare midriff. “I know
you Emerald. I know you better than you
know yourself. I know what you’re
thinking before you even think it.” She
tapped the girl on the forehead. “So
just don’t…”
***
Amber came out of the
room wearing a pair of jeans and a yellow tee shirt from her luggage.
Johnson led her outside
to a beat up old Ford Bronco. “Get in.”
She moved into the
passenger seat. “Where are we going?
Johnson reached over
and locked a metal bracelet on Amber’s wrist.
“Hey!”
“We’re going to make a
call OK? Tell your family you’re OK and
what they have to do to get you back. I
won’t use the handcuff or a gag or anything; I’m going to trust you. The bracelet’s nothing to worry about, it’s
just security. You give me trouble and
I give you a shock OK? Give me real
trouble and I blow your arm off. OK?”
“I guess…”
They started
moving. Amber tried to memorize the
twists and turns in the mountain roads but it was almost as confusing in the
daytime as it was at night. Finally she
gave up and tired to make conversation.
“Would you really blow
my arm off?”
“Yeah, I might. If you tried something OK? So don’t.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, you’re a nice girl and
stuff but I have a job to do and I’m not taking any chances.”
Amber sat back and
thought about a new line to take.
“Where are the other girls?”
“In their cell.”
“But I’m upstairs, in a
bedroom with a shower.”
“Yeah.”
“And get to go for a
ride to make a phone call.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Why’s that?”
“N-no reason.” Johnson started to sweat a bit.
“I think it’s because
you like me. I think it’s because you
want to take me out of the house into the woods and have your way with me.”
“What? No that’s s-stupid. No…”
“Whatever you say
‘Master Johnson’ whatever you say.” She
ran her fingers through his hair.
Johnson tried not to notice how the cold mountain air made her nipples
poke through the thin tee shirt.
***
“Gawd I’m hungry. And thirsty, they could have left us some
water or something.”
“Be strong Sapphire. They’re just trying to soften us up,
standard brainwashing stuff. We just
have to be stronger than they give us credit for.”
“I know that OK
Ruby! I fucking know. All right?
Just I’m worried. What do you
think they’re doing to Emerald and Violet?”
“Nothing good. You heard how he talked about their
‘services’ and stuff.”
“You don’t think-“
“I don’t want to think
about it. But look, whatever happened
to them we have to act now before he manages to weaken us or separate us
again. When they open that door we have
to rush them, no matter what the risk.”
“OK.”
Suddenly the lights
came back on. Emerald and Violet were
led downstairs and locked in the cell.
Twister smiled at the two girls left behind.
“GUYS! Are you OK?”
“Huh? Oh yeah, we’re fine.”
“What did he do to you?”
“What? Nothing.
I mean I did the laundry and Emerald made lunch but that was it.”
Slab opened the door,
Ruby took a step forward to rush him but Sapphire got in her way and gave
Emerald and Violet a big hug. By the time
the way was clear the door was locked again.
“So Sapphire, Ruby,
what did you gals do today?”
“Oh nothing, talked
about boys and hair, y’know girl stuff.”
Sapphire nodded. Emerald and Violet looked a bit worried.
“Did you now? Is that all? You didn’t talk about anything naughty did you?”
“Huh? Us?
No. Nothing like that.”
Twister shook his head
sadly.
“Girls, girls,
girls… I don’t see how we can be
friends if you’re going to LIE TO ME!”
He pulled out a tape recorder.
The girls shuddered. “Cause if
you don’t come clean, it’ll be pretty bad, FOR ALL OF YOU!”
“She did it!” Sapphire let out. “She was trying to make me go along with it!”
Ruby looked at her
teammate shocked. Sapphire covered her
mouth as if she couldn’t believe she’d said that.
“See? Isn’t that better girls? A little honesty goes a long way huh? Now I guess we’ll have to do something for
this little liar won’t we? I guess we
were a bit too soft last time.”
Slab opened the
gate. It was wide open. No one tried to rush him. No one moved.
“Send her out girls.”
Ruby turned around and
faced her teammates. “Guys we can take
them! We can totally take them you just
have to have-“
Sapphire shoved her and
Ruby stumbled out into the waiting arms of Slab. “Nice to see you again.”
He pulled back the cape and pawed her bare breast. Ruby flinched.
“Oh Ruby, Ruby, Ruby,
Ruby… And to think Ms. Wagner’s files said you were the smart one. Why’d you have to go and do something dumb?”
“I’m not afraid of you!”
Twister chuckled. “See what I mean. ‘I’m not afraid’ you say.
Not too smart. You know what I
did with Nightbat Girl, what I did with those FBI agents they sent after
me. And you’re not scared. Well Ruby… you should be. You really should be.”
***
Johnson spotted a
payphone by the side of the road and stopped.
He and Amber got out and he dialed the Teen Angel’s agency. “Read this when I put you on, and no funny
stuff OK? Think about your friends
OK?” Johnson put a handkerchief around
his mouth just before the phone was answered.
“Hello, Teen Angels
Inc!”
“The Teen Angels have
been kidnapped by the National American Army of Freedom.”
“What? Who are you? Is this a joke?”
“I got one of them
right here, come here Amber.”
“Hello this is Amber,
my uh, real name is Kelly. Yes it’s
really me. Yes. OK, I have a mole on my left breast. You can ask Dr. Lloyd. Yes.
I’m fine, we’re all fine, mostly, and we just want to go home. Please, just-” Johnson pulled her away before she could add anything else.
“If you want to see
your precious capitalist exploited heroines again you will pay us $5 million
dollars. Instructions will follow.”
He hung up well before
the agency could even think about calling the cops.
“So who’s the National
Army of Whatever?”
“National American Army
of Freedom, some hippy group from the 70s that Twister dug up. He figures this way the cops will run around
chasing some 70s burnouts and keep them from finding us.”
“Twister’s pretty
smart. But a bit... y’know
twisted. You’re a nice guy. How’d you end up with him anyway?”
“I, uh, I had a website
that he liked, OK? Nothing else.”
“OK whatever. But I’m just saying I think you’re a nice
guy.”
The ride back was
awkward. Johnson kept turning towards
her as if to say something but then biting his tongue and turning away. Amber noticed and wiggled closer to him; she
put an arm around him and moved close.
He had to struggle to keep the big truck on the treacherous dirt
road. He had just crossed a paved road
when she stuck her tongue in his ear and her hand in his pants.
He pulled over real
fast.
Johnson stuck his
tongue in Amber’s mouth and she reciprocated.
He couldn’t believe it! A
heroine in his hands, kissing him, saying he was a nice guy. He didn’t think it was possible. After all those years of looking at their
pictures, the photoshopped images people passed off as their pictures, even the
underground sites that claimed to have real pictures of defeated heroines… here
was one in his arms. Giving herself
willingly.
“Mmmm you won’t hurt me
will you? You’re nice right?” She whispered in one ear.
“Oh Amber, I’ll never
hurt you…” He whispered back.
As she stroked his neck
and kissed his lips Amber kept an eye on the rearview mirror. She was unzipping his fly, hoping it
wouldn’t go much further when she saw it.
An eighteen wheeler on
the road behind them.
She punched him between
the legs and bolted from the Bronco yelling “HELP! STOP!” She ran twenty
feet down the road waving frantically and shouting. But the truck just passed on by.
Then her arm caught
fire.
At least that’s what it
felt like. She shrieked and fell to her
knees. The bracelet! Johnson had turned on the bracelet! Electrical shocks were tearing through
her. “OH GOD STOP! PLEASE S-STOP!”
“Bitch! You lying bitch! You want me to stop? Then
come the fuck over here. Crawl the fuck
over here! I can’t believe I let you
sucker me!”
“P-Please, it HURTS!”
“Come here bitch or
you’ll be giving hand jobs one-handed from now on!” He held up the remote.
Amber bit her lip and
tried to climb back to her feet. She
staggered a few steps and fell back on her knees.
“Come on slut, crawl to
me! Crawl like a dog! Like a fucking bitch!”
The pain was
incredible; Amber couldn’t believe her arm was still there, it felt like it
must have burned to nothing. But slowly
she got her left arm and her legs moving and managed to move foot by agonizing
foot to Johnson.
When she reached his
feet he finally turned it off.
Amber collapsed with a
gasp.
She was too weak to
resist even a skinny wimp like Johnson as he inserted a gag in her mouth and
wrestled her into the passenger seat.
As a final gesture he cuffed her hands together over her head, attaching
them to a handle by the side of the door.
He never said a word; he just snarled at her and got the car moving.
Amber couldn’t stop
twitching.
Then he stopped the car
and just looked at her. Her nipples
were erect from the electricity and her body was shaking uncontrollably. He reached over and pawed her large round
breasts; he leaned down and sucked on one through her tee shirt. Then he bit down and she squealed through
the gag.
“I could do it you
know. I could do right now, right
here. Twister wouldn’t care; he
wouldn’t even have to know. I could
probably even finish it. Do you and
then slit your throat. We’ve got four
more right? So remember that OK? And next time fucking behave yourself. Still got four more…”
Amber could only nod.
***
Slab released Ruby; she
landed on her feet and managed to catch herself without falling over. She was proud of herself for that small
achievement.
“Ruby… take off your
costume.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
Mister Twister walked
around the 19 year old girl admiring all the flesh her skimpy costume left on
display. The halter top was cut low
showing the outline of her B-cup breasts.
Nothing too big but Twister liked their shape and form. The belt was low, dipping more than an inch
below her belly button, almost to the start of her pubic hairs. The white skirt was cut high; you could see
a hint of ruby red panties peeking out around her ass. The white half-cape was settled behind her,
not impairing the view at all. With a
costume like that, asking her to strip was almost redundant.
Almost. Twister admired her long lean legs, her
strong six-pack of a stomach, her lightly muscled biceps. Before joining the Teen Angels Ruby had been
a champion in track and field. She was powerful
for her age, stronger than most girls.
And had the confidence that comes from knowing that.
“Oh Ruby, whatever will
I do with you? You’re supposed to be
the strong one, the smart one, the brave one, the leader. And here you are picking a fight you know
you’ll lose. Ruby think about it. I have drugs, I have tazers, I have Slab
right behind you. If I want your
clothes off I can do it. Show some
strength, some intelligence, some courage, some leadership and do what you have
to do.”
“Ruby do it! Don’t make them hurt you!” Violet yelled.
“Listen to your friend
Ruby” Twister said. “Spare yourself
some trouble and take off your costume.
Here, I’ll get you started.” He
gave her white half cape a quick yank and it fell to the floor. Ruby looked at it without much
interest. She could see where this was
going and wasn’t going to give Twister the satisfaction of showing fear.
“Go. To.
Hell.”
“As you wish. Hell coming up. Hope you don’t mind joining me.”
He barely nodded and
Slab grabbed both her wrists in one hand and pulled them over her head. A Blank pulled a chain from the ceiling and
Slab slapped Ruby in two cuffs.
“Hey-“ Ruby started but got no
further when Twister shoved a gag in her mouth. Slab moved to the wall and gave a wheel a few turns. Ruby was suspended by her strong arms a foot
off the ground. Still struggling she
swung her legs towards Twister but he easily sidestepped. Slab grabbed her ankles when she swung back
and locked them in cuffs attached to the floor.
Emerald and Violet were
shouting for them to let her go.
Sapphire had taken a step back and was watching carefully. With the others focused on Ruby she was the
only one who saw Slab reach for a whip.
But even she flinched
when the whip cracked down on Ruby’s smooth back. “One!” The villain cried
out in a merry voice. The other girls
just watched in mute horror.
The whip fell again and
again and each time the teen girl convulsed like she’d been electrocuted. Her thin costume was soaked through with
sweat, her eyes damp with tears her voice hoarse from trying to scream through
the gag. Finally after twenty strokes
the whipping stopped and Twister reached up to remove the gag.
“I’ll do… anything… end
this…” she whispered, Twister could
barely hear her.
“What’s that you
say? You won’t do anything? You’ll resist me to the end? Well aren’t you the strong one.” Ruby could only gasp as the gag was
replaced. Twister nodded to Slab and
said “twenty more for the brave little lady!”
Slab hesitated looking at Wagner.
Twister turned and faced them they looked away. Slab raised his arm and the whip fell
again. “Twenty one!”
Ms. Wagner moved to the
back and covered her face. She seemed
to be crying.
The girls in the cell
were screaming for them to stop. Shy
little Violet begged and pleaded for her teammate, Emerald bargained, promising
anything she could think of. Sapphire
stood in the back silently. Every so
often she flinched.
Ruby passed out at
stroke number thirty two. A Blank
splashed her with a bucket of water but she barely stirred. “Well that’s just cheating.” Ruby stirred slightly and Twister signaled
to Slab. “Guess we start again. One!”
This time Ruby only
made it to twelve before she passed out again.
Splashes of water and slaps did nothing to revive her so finally Twister
just shook his head and gestured for her to come down. “Looks like we have to finish this one
upstairs.”
Slab took Ruby down and
threw her over his shoulder. Twister
and Slab disappeared up the stairs. Ms.
Wagner shook her head sadly and turned to the girls.
“Girls… I didn’t want
this to happen. I really didn’t. I’m just in it for the money, not for…
this. I really do like you girls. So please, be smart and cooperate. Please.”
Emerald was looking a bit green at this point. “I would hate to see any of you end up there hanging like a piece
of meat while Slab whips you raw-“
Emerald threw up over
herself at that image. Sapphire and
Violet backed away but Wagner ran up and opened the cell door. “Oh Emerald are you OK?” The oriental girl puked again and fell to
the floor. Wagner crouched over her and
when the girl felt stronger helped her up.
“Come on, I’ll get you cleaned up.”
She helped Emerald out the door and closed the cell behind her. She turned the light off as she went
upstairs.
***
“Why didn’t you run for
it?”
“What?”
“Why didn’t you run, or
try and jump her?”
“Sapphire are you
crazy? You saw what they did to
Ruby. I’m not going to try anything.”
“You’re a wimp
Violet. It was just Wagner, we could
have taken her.”
“So why didn’t you do
something?”
Sapphire had no answer.
“Geeze, do you think
Ruby’ll be OK?”
Sapphire had no answer
to that either.
***
Ruby had been deposited
for later when Twister saw Johnson and Amber return.
“Hey there Johnson my
right-hand man, did everything go smoothly?”
He looked at Amber who
looked afraid and swallowed hard. “Uh,
yeah Mister Twister, just fine. She
totally behaved herself.”
Amber gave a visible
sigh of relief. Twister tried to
laugh. Even a genius of less than his
caliber would have noticed the red marks on her wrists, the grass stains on her
jeans and shirt and the wet spot on Johnson’s crotch. But there you go… he knew what to expect from his new henchman
and the boy had delivered.
“Well then Amber why
don’t you go upstairs and clean up, I’ll send Johnson around with some dinner
later.” The two went upstairs to
Amber’s comfortable room.
Twister saw Wagner
emerge with the Asian girl and chuckled to himself again. Everything was going according to plan.
***
Johnson locked Amber
back in her room. She noticed Her
luggage had been moved in and neatly unpacked.
Her clothes, her makeup, everything.
Her costume had been washed and ironed.
Everything was there except her cell phone.
And a TV had been
added. She tried turning it on but
nothing happened. Maybe it wasn’t
hooked up yet.
She wondered if the
rest of the team was getting this treatment.
She thought about it as
she headed for the shower.
***
Wagner led Emerald into
the bathroom and helped her out of her filthy costume. Emerald felt a bit strange for a second,
taking off her clothes with her manager, her former manager, but then again
she’d been naked in front of Wagner many times before. Wagner often watched them in the locker room
after a practice or an appearance. This
was nothing to be afraid of. Despite
everything that had happened she knew Wagner was her friend. Ms. Wagner helped the weakened girl into the
tub and started a bath for her. She
took the hose and ran some warm water over the girl’s silky black hair, Emerald
sighed, it was the first time she’d felt warm or clean since the kidnapping.
“There… doesn’t that
feel good?”
“Mmm yes Ms. Wagner.”
“Oh please, call me
Wanda.”
“OK, but could you call
me Jen?”
“No, Emerald, I like
your heroine name so much better. You’re
precious like a gemstone. And
beautiful. So beautiful.”
Wagner sat down behind
the girl, put some liquid soap in her hand and applied it to the girl’s
shoulders. Emerald sighed
contently. Wagner’s hand drifted lower,
she started soaping the Asian girl’s surprisingly large breasts. She stroked them gently. Emerald still did not object. She closed her eyes and sighed again.
“You must be proud of
them.”
“Mmm, I wasn’t
before. Mom always said they were too
big because I eat too much ice cream.
But they do look good in the costume…”
“The boys must love
them.”
“I guess… I never
really had a boyfriend though.”
Wagner smiled.
Wagner lowered her head
and whispered in Emerald’s ear “You know I care deeply about all of my
girls. But you’ve always been special
to me. Ruby and Sapphire are
bitches. Amber is a slut and Violet is
a coward. But Emerald, you understand
things, you know what you need.”
Wagner cupped Emerald’s
breasts and tweaked her nipples. The
teen girl gasped and started to rise from the tub. Wagner leaned on her shoulders and gently pushed her back
down. Wagner came around and faced the
girl. She unbuttoned her shirt to show
off her own prominent breasts, still firm after all these years. Her own nipples were as hard as stone.
“M-Ms. Wagner…” Wagner took the girl’s hand and put it on
her breast. Wagner sighed contently.
“Please Emerald, call
me Wanda.”
“W-Wanda I never…”
Wagner leaned in and
kissed the oriental girl. Hesitantly
she responded.
***
“What do you think
they’re doing to her?” Violet’s voice
cracked a bit.
Sapphire scowled at her
skinny teammate. “Which one? Ruby, Amber or Emerald? Five beautiful Teen Angels, collect them
all.”
“ANY OF THEM! Oh why did they leave us here?!”
“At least this time they
left the lights on.”
Violet stopped pacing
and fretting and sat down on the cold stone.
She hated the feeling of it, the cold leaking into her butt through her
thin panties but Sapphire was hogging the only mattress.
Sapphire looked at the
tall skinny girl. At 5’9” Violet was
the tallest Teen Angel but probably the weakest. While the others had a bit of muscle on their lean frames Violet had
none. Even her tits were small. Maybe the 17 year old would develop a bit more
but for now she was tall and lanky. And
useless in a fight.
They heard steps. Both girls gasped.
It was Slab.
Both girls trembled.
He pointed. “You.
Come on upstairs.”
Violet hyperventilated
a few times but stumbled to her feet and reluctantly followed the scarred giant
upstairs. She gave Sapphire a long look
before disappearing.
The lights went out.
Sapphire leaned back
and tried to get some sleep. What else
could she do?
***
“Hello Amber.”
The blonde gasped,
covered herself with her towel and tried to retreat back to the bathroom. Twister rose, pulled off the towel and
closed the bathroom door all in one smooth motion. Now he was inches from the naked wet teen. He leered.
“W-w-w-w-“
“Stop babbling.” He took her chin and firmly but gently
closed her mouth. The girl swallowed
hard. “You missed the show.” He put his arm around her in a fatherly way
and led her to the TV. Amber felt
strange with his purple silk suit rubbing against her nude body. He snapped his fingers and the TV came on.
The girl convulsed in
his arms when she saw Ruby being whipped.
This video had been edited with multiple camera angles and shots, so it
was impossible to tell how long the whipping had gone on. It just went on and on without end. Not that she watched too long. After less than a minute, Amber turned away
and buried her face in Twister’s suit.
“Please! Stop!”
Twister snapped his
fingers the TV turned off. He put his
hands on Amber’s shoulders and gently pushed her back a foot. He looked down into her golden brown eyes.
“Your buddy Ruby did
something foolish. She didn’t listen to
me; she didn’t do what she had to. Are
you foolish?”
“N-no…” She shook her head drops of water fell from
her curly blond hair.
“That’s good. So tell me what happened today.”
“Nothin- I, well, I was stupid. I tried to get away. I’m sorry.
Please don’t hurt me!”
“See confession is good
for the soul. What else?”
“I sort of, tricked
Johnson, y’know kissing and stuff. He
was mad.”
“Oh that’s not
good. Not good at all. Behavior like that can turn a nice boy like
Johnson into a misogynist y’know. Make
him hate pretty blond girls and want to hurt them. And it would be your fault.
Come over here…”
He steered her by her
shoulders towards the dresser where her costume and makeup were laid out. He put one hand around her hourglass waist,
the other just below her firm round breasts.
Amber shuddered when she felt a bulge from his crotch push against her
round ass. Twister felt her fear.
“Oh don’t give me
that. I know you too well Miss Amber
Gold. You’re no shy virgin are
you?” His hand drifted lower into her
curly golden bush. “How many guys have
been through these golden gates? Three
at least.” He cupped and squeezed her
sex.
“T-two.”
“Two? Is that all? Now there was the basketball player, the pool boy and that guy at
the Teen Angels’ launch party right?”
She looked at him
through the mirror horrified. HOW? She never told anyone… Twister squeezed her pussy again; he was
waiting for an answer. “The pool boy,
he y’know early. So it was just his
fingers.”
“Ah I see. I suppose you don’t count oral sex either.”
Amber gasped and
blushed. HOW did he know?
“Well Amber tonight
number four (or three in your way of counting) will ‘cum’ through your sweet
golden gates. Master Johnson will be up
in a few minutes with your dinner.
You’ll be waiting, in costume, made up for him. And you’ll give him the night of his
life. You’ll tell him he’s the only one
here you trust. That you need him. Oh and you’ll cry and apologize for taking
advantage of him. Got it?”
He squeezed again, this
time she felt his finger nails through the silk gloves, they hurt!
“YES!”
“Good girl.”
***
Like all virgins
Emerald was awkward, hesitant and clumsy.
But as the night went on Wagner helped her overcome her inhibitions
until the eighteen year old girl was licking her pussy and fingering her like a
pro. Wagner had been bi since she was a
teenager and her instructor asked her to stay late at the studio for some
‘special lessons’. She liked cock of
course, but there was something so sensual about a woman’s touch, about bare
breasts against hers. She never
understood why so many women limited themselves to hairy, smelly men. She would never forget that one time at Club
Dazzler when she got high and made out with Stella herself. Emerald here was a poor substitute but when
you’re pushing 50 you can’t be too picky.
Eventually the teen and
her teacher were exhausted and cuddled in bed.
Another nice thing about women, they understand the need to talk.
“Wanda, I’m
scared. I’m really, really scared.”
“I know Emerald. Me too.
I joined Twister for the money.
There are certain treatments out there, cybernetics, cloned cells,
wolverine blood, etc. They might let me
walk without pain. Even dance
again. But they’re not cheap. We were just going to hold you for ransom,
split the take and let you go. I didn’t
know about these sick games he had planned.
I never thought he’d hurt any of you.”
Emerald kissed Wagner
gently and cuddled closer. “I knew you
wouldn’t hurt us.”
“Don’t worry. Whatever happens I’ll make sure he doesn’t
hurt you. I’ll keep you safe. But you have to promise me you’ll do
whatever he says. Promise?”
“Yes, I promise.”
***
“So let’s have a look
at you then.”
Violet was in Slab’s
Spartan room. There was a sagging bed
with no sheet, a couple of shirts handing from hooks, a broken mirror and that
was it. She was uncertain, uneasy and
more than a little afraid.
“You said you’d do
anything right honey bun? You didn’t
really think laundry would cover it did you?”
Violet began to tremble.
“Don’t worry, I ain’t
gonna hurt you or nothing. Hell girl, I
like ya. Them other gals, they’re
bitches, didn’t lift a goddamn finger to help that Ruby chick, you, you were
all about helping her. I respect
that. Now turn around, let me see what
you got.”
Violet she closed her
eyes and saw Ruby’s face and that helped her go on. She had to do this. She
looked down and turned around slowly. It
was almost like her audition with Dr. Lloyd.
Slab grunted in
appreciation. Vi felt a bit of
excitement at that. And a bit of
fear. Strange feelings were warring in
her young body. She’d never been with a
man before, never even been alone with one, not like this. Something between her legs grew warm, her
throat got really dry.
Slab rose from his
sagging bed and walked up to her, a bit too close for comfort, his chest was
less than an inch from her quivering breasts.
He put a hand on her chin and made her look up. It was rough, like sandpaper.
“Yer a pretty
girl. Course you gotta stop hiding yer
face like that or no one’s ever gonna notice.”
“I never…”
“Yeah, I can tell.”
“I’m afraid.”
“I can see that
too. But you’re excited ain’t ya? You’ve been wondering for a while what the
big deal is and tonight yer gonna find out.”
He stooped and locked his lips over hers. She squealed but allowed the kiss. “Mmm, starting to feel it huh?
Starting to get in the mood.”
He reached for her top
but she recoiled. “P-please… wait…”
“Tell you what honey
turn your back.”
“Please…”
“Just do it.”
She turned around. He reached up her neck, she squealed. But all he did was undo the clasp on her
cape. It fell to the floor.
“Now cross your arms
over your chest. Just like that.”
He reached under her
left arm and found the zipper. One
quick tug and it was undone. He reached
under her right arm and pulled down the other.
Then he put his meaty hands on her trembling shoulders and slowly pulled
the purple top away. She wasn’t wearing
anything underneath.
Violet looked down and
let out a sob.
“There, there girly,
we’re almost done. And just keep your
arms like that and it’s the same as if you was wearing your top right?”
She didn’t answer.
“Right!”
“YES!”
He walked around her,
looking at the breast-meat poking out from under her thin arms and admiring her
body. That Doc Lloyd sure knew how to
pick ‘em.
He put his arms around
her again, running his rough hands down her bare back. He kissed her forehead and nibbled on her
ear. He squeezed her firm buttocks and
pulled her pelvis close. She could feel
the warmth from his groin right through his jeans and her skirt. It scared her but excited her as well. He kissed her neck and she sighed.
She felt his hands on
her arms, pulling them away from her breasts; she didn’t resist but just pushed
in close to him. He took her thin
wrists and moved them near the hem of her miniskirt. He moved the tips of her fingers to her purple panties.
“Pull ‘em down Vi, just
give ‘em a good ole yank. I won’t see
nothing and yer still wearing your skirt so it don’t matter does it? Just pull ‘em down and get some air in there. I can feel the heat.”
Slab remembered those
nights long ago in Club Dazzler. When
he still had his looks, when he was still a hero, when fan girls and even
heroines couldn’t wait to drop their panties for him and do it on the disco
floor. He started to pant.
It took a few minutes
of cajoling, teasing and stroking but inevitably her twitching hands pulled the
moist panties down. They hit the floor
next to the cape and top.
Slab tossed her onto
the sagging mattress. “Good girl. Just lie back Vi, I’ll do all the work.”
***
Amber paced back and
forth in her yellow and white costume.
She was afraid. More afraid than
she’d been facing Dr. Droid. Scared of
Twister, scared of Slab, sacred of Johnson and scared of being out of
control. Her first time had been the
horny basketball player in school last year, just before the Teen Angel
audition. He was so desperate he would
have done anything for her.
The photographer at
their launch party was more experienced but he’d been impressed with her
celebrity status. She’d gotten him to
orally pleasure her before he got anything.
And of course the pool boy in Reno would have crawled across broken
glass if she’d asked him. But now…
The door opened. It was Johnson, dressed in his leather
‘master’ outfit.
“Um… hi.” She waved to him lamely.
“Hey babe, you ready to
uh, do the nasty?” A bit of drool fell
from his chin.
Amber shuddered but
managed a nod and even a half-hearted smile.
She reached up to undo her cape but Johnson smacked her hand.
“Uh-uh superbabe. Cape’s about the only thing I’m going to let
you keep on.”
He shoved her to the
bed and started yanking off her panties.
She screamed. He laughed.
***
“You think you’re so
smart but I’ve got you figured out.”
“Have you now Ms.
Sapphire?”
“Well Mister Twister,
it’s not about the ransom, there’s a lot of girls worth more money than
us. And it’s not about some twisted sex
thing either, there are a lot of pretty girls around you could kidnap without
attracting the kind of heat we do. The
whole heroine community is pretty protective ever since that thing with Stella.”
“So tell me, what am I
up to?”
“It’s the gems. The power gems. They can make an anorexic bimbo like Vi into a super powered
dynamo but they’re keyed to our genetic structures. You can’t use them. You
need us. You need us in your
pocket. This whole thing is about
breaking us down so we’ll use our powers for you.”
Twister gave Sapphire a
polite clap or two. “And?”
“And… hey, I’m not dumb
like Ruby. I know you’ve got us where
you want us and I know you’ve got five of us, you can spare one or two. So you want me boss, you got me, any way you
want.” She licked her lips and cupped
her breasts in a most unwholesome way.
Twister grinned wider
than usual. “Sounds like you’re really
on the ball. I always thought you
should be the leader instead of the late Miss Ruby.”
“Late? You don’t mean…”
Twister gave her a
polite bow and went upstairs. The
lights went out again and now Sapphire didn’t feel too smart at all.
***
Emerald awoke in
Wagner’s arms. She heard something
outside and went to the window.
***
Violet awoke
alone. Slab was gone. She heard something outside and went to the
window.
***
Amber was lying awake
in Johnson’s arms, her sweat and juices soaking her cape. She heard something outside and went to the
window.
***
Emerald, Violet and
Amber looked outside and saw Slab digging a shallow pit while Twister
watched. When the pit was done Slab
went inside and came back with an old rug.
He dumped it in. Each girl saw
the rug open a bit and slim white hand and strands of red hair peek out. All three gasped and hurried back to bed to
hide under the covers.
***
The next day…
Emerald was put back to
work in the kitchen.
Vi in the laundry.
Sapphire got a pile of
books on assassination and tactics. She
was told to study hard because there’d be a test.
Amber was left to
herself after Johnson kissed her goodbye.
After a little while the TV came back on, this time showing porn videos
mixed in with pictures of her and Johnson from the night before (Amber was not
surprised to see there were hidden cameras).
A scrolling message told her to learn from this.
All four girls behaved
themselves and worked hard at their tasks.
Emerald and Vi met in
the hallway.
“Uh hi.”
“Hey.”
“So what…”
“Huh? Oh nothing,
nothing happened, we just y’know talked.
How about you?”
“Me? Us?
Nothing. We didn’t do
anything. Together. Y’know. Nothing.”
“Good.”
“Fine.”
“See you.”
“Bye.”
They walked away, each
hoping the other hadn’t noticed anything.
***
Dinner time…
The dining room has a
square table with two seats on each side.
“Hello ladies! Now let’s sit boy-girl, boy-girl. Amber and Johnson, Violet and Slab, Me and
Sapphire and opps, I guess it has to be girl-girl with Emerald and Wagner. Good girls.
Now doesn’t this look delicious?
Emerald has been hard at work all day!
So dig in!”
Dinner was
awkward. Twister did most of the
talking, telling the girls about all the media coverage they were getting,
about how fans were donating money for their ransom, how Ultra Woman and Wicca
Womyn and even this new group the Global Protectors had promised to find
them. The girls agreed awkwardly. Were they supposed to tell Twister they
wanted to be rescued? Or were they
supposed to tell him they hoped they could stay? None of them wanted to take the chance of giving a wrong answer.
But the conversation
wasn’t the interesting part of the evening.
The interesting part was how Vi and Emerald scowled when Johnson put his
hand on Amber’s bare thigh. Amber
flinched but didn’t object, even when it crept up below her skirt.
Violet’s brown eyes
went wide when Slab put his arm around her and pulled her close but she did not
dare object. Sapphire looked at her and
tsked.
Seeing her friends
being pawed in front of her scared Emerald.
She shifted closer to Wagner and took her hand. Wagner whispered reassuring words in her ear
and stroked the girl’s hair. She didn’t
notice how Amber and Emerald looked on in horror.
Finally Sapphire
climbed into Twister’s lap and kissed him on the lips. Twister rubbed her hair affectionately and
said it was time for bed. He led
Sapphire up to his room. The others
adjourned as well, Slab took Vi, Wagner took Emerald, Johnson pulled Amber,
Sapphire walked arm in arm with Twister.
Each girl felt nothing but pity for the other three.
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