TALES OF THE HEROINES
CHAPTER 3.
LIBERTY
By SLL4
Author notes – This story and
all subsequent stories involving these heroines, are of a graphic sexual
nature, including various forms of rape and
torture. These are the stories
that have come from my mind and I have created for my amusement and hopefully
your enjoyment. The stories
in no way represent any sort of condoning of violence or rape, and is written
mainly for adult entertainment.
Liberty looked at the address on the slip of paper she had received, and
glanced up at the house nervously.
She had received the note in the mail, and her spirits had immediately
soared. The note had promised
to put her in her own calendar, and listed various other heroines that had
also had their calendar made through them with various recommendations from
all the heroines.
Liberty who had been more open then her predecessors had not balked at this
opportunity, she had often been in front of the camera for the reporters,
but this was her first chance to expand into perhaps
modeling. She craved the attention,
and had happily responded to the letter on its website setting up a date
and time of when to meet.
Adjusting her skirt, and she pushed back the few stray strands of hair behind
her ear and taking a deep breath, knocked briskly on the door.
The door caved in.
Liberty blushed brightly and looked sheepishly about inside, seeing a long
hall way and several surprised looking people staring at her with wide eyes
she stepped into the house,
“umm, hi.” She offered lamely.
A tall severe looking woman with dark hair slicked back came rushing up to
meet her. “Oh you must
be Liberty!” she smiled flashing perfect white teeth at the younger
girl. “I am so glad you
could make it, I was getting nervous that you would not come!”
The woman stopped in front of her looking her over with a critical
eye. “well you are just
adorable!”
Liberty blushed again under all the flattery, the studio started bustling
again as people quick moved towards her, offering tips on make up and measuring
her with tape. “Sorry about
your door,” Liberty gave the door a rueful look then back up at the
gushing woman.
“Oh yes, you’re just perfect, what can we call you?” the woman
shooed away the various attendants, as she reached down to take Liberty’s
hand.
“Well Liberty’s just fine honestly.” Liberty allowed herself
to be pulled into the studio behind the
woman. Looking about with wide
blue eyes, cameras and equipment lined the room,, and there were a handful
of set designs on rotating platforms.
“Libby?” the older woman
asked. “Okay, we’ll
call you Libby!”
“Actually,” Liberty attempted to interject
“Okay, Libby,” Guiding the blonde heroine towards the first set,
it was a simple white set with a flag pattern on the back matching her own
costume. “What I want you
to do here is look all proud but kind of sexy, can you do Sexy
Libby?”
“Well I – “, Liberty again tried to get a word
in.
“Great! That looks about
perfect.” Sara gestured,
“hold that for a few
moments.” She commanded
and suddenly the assembled cameraman started flashing pictures.
Liberty hardly had time to adjust herself, standing there, hands on hips,
the look of shock faded from her face as she indulged herself in the
moment. The center of attention
the camera’s flashed over and over capturing her
stances.
Sara smiled slyly as she nudges a few of the cameraman walking around,
‘okay now, Libby, yes you are just so CUTE.” The last word seemed
to hit a particularly high note, ‘lean back a little, and try to
relax… maybe look a little thoughtful.’
Liberty nodded her head, annoyed at the continuous use of the name Libby
she never the less obliged Sara by leaning back slightly, a finger slipping
to her mouth , a thoughtful look on her face.
As Liberty kept her focus on Sara, on the camera’s she did not notice
that several of the cameraman had dipped slightly lower, the cameras flashing
brief pictures up her skirt, focusing on the bottom of the leotard beneath
it, briefly visible but enticingly captured on camera because of the heroines
lack of awareness of it.
“Oh that is perfect Libby, just amazing really, have you ever done this
before?’” Sara continued with the never ending compliments, “Now
how about you lean over and blow a kisss to us.”
Liberty nodded as she stood straightened up, adjusting her skirt and smoothing
out a little , she did not notice the grins of the various cameraman who
had snuck peaks up, she leaned forward, spread her legs slightly apart and
leaned forward, pretending to blow a
kiss. She reveled in the moment,
feeling giddy at being the center of attention.
Again the camera’s flashed, each shot catching her face, her spread
legs, the upraised skirt, and a few of the cameramen had slipped around to
the back catching several pictures of the young heroines pert exposed
rear. The white leotard cling
to it tightly, the skirt raised upwards to expose the soft texture of her
hidden folds. Her
leotard was cut slightly low as well, as she leaned over, lenses zoomed in
closer to her slightly exposed chest, the catching glimpses of the softly
rounded flesh beneath the flag pattern.
“OH Libby, you are just
perfect.” Sara lowered
her hands as the last few cameramen finished up their rolls, she joined Liberty
on the stage, ‘but we have a few other ideas that I think would just
be perfect for your calendar.” Again taking the girls hands she pulled
her down off the stage, walking her towards a bedroom set.
Liberty eyed it nervously, biting her lower lip, “I’m not to sure
about that, I mean, well I’ve never done anything like that
before.” The center of
the set sat a soft looking bed, silken sheets, covered it and scattered about
it were various stuffed animals.
“Oh, well if you don’t feel comfortable doing it., I guess we can
just put you in one of our
compilations.” Sara looked
downcast at the words, stepping off the platform.
Liberty chewed on her lip and then cautiously stepped up onto the stage,
‘O-okay… but its only for a good
cause,” she flashed her
smile again, perfect white teeth and sat down on the bed looking
uncomfortable.
“Oh yes definitely for a good cause!” Sara’s eyes narrowed
slightly, a touch of maliciousness in them as the blonde laid back, picking
up a teddy bear and holding it to her stomach.
As she leaned back the skirt lifted upwards, and again the cameras zoomed
in on the exposed crotch of the leotard, flashing as Liberty leaned back
holding the teddy bear. The
light spandex over her pussy was tight, smooth, but slightly raised, hinting
at what lay beneath it.
Liberty remained oblivious to it, as the teddy bear protected her, Sara spoke
up again, “You see very nervous Libby, are you afraid of showing any
sort of skin?”
Liberty sat up, as the camera’s stopped, rolling over, she adjusted
her skirt and then lay forward on the bed, doing her best to look sultry,
she smiled at the cameraman again, her teen perfect body stretching out behind
her, she rested her head in her hands, and smiled
sheepishly. “Well its not that, but I just don’t like ..
well you know up skirts.”
The cameras started again, this time focusing on the slightly exposed cleavage,
Liberty’s breasts were still hidden but brief glimpses in the after
glow of the flash afforded glimpses of the smooth raised
flesh. Her skirt in disarray behind her, others focused on her
long legs, disappearing into the bottom of the tightly clinging
leotard. The smooth cleft of
her cheeks visible beneath it.
“Oh you know that sort of dirty word Libby?” Sara asked affronted,
smiling at the views that Liberty was giving her and her cameramen.
Liberty nodded, as she sat up again, “Yeah, I had to pummel some reporters
who tried to get a few of those kind of shots for the National Reporter.”
Just a tinge of anger in the girls voice.
“Oh well we definitely would not want that to happen,”
Squeezing Liberty’s hand
as she took it she pulled her to the center of the room as several of the
sets rotated, revealing other sets.
“How about some damsel in distress shots now?”
Liberty blinked and looked up at her, her blue eyes wide with questions,
‘Distress?” she asked uncertainly.
“Oh most definitely, if you don’t want to that’s okay, but
soooo many others have, its all very cheese cake.” Sara smiled slyly,
her voice becoming honey as she patted Liberty’s hand comfortingly.
“Like who?” asked Liberty still uncertain.
“Oh, well there was Starlass, and Lightening Girl, and Sparrow, oh so
many girls we have helped to be famous.”
Liberty’s eyes narrowed, looking at the older woman with skepticism,
as she continued to spout off names, “and Americana, and
Venus.”
Liberty took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes still uncertain, at the mention
of so many names she felt that she had to live up to all these other heroines
and that she would not be outdone by them, especially for something as simple
as this.
“Great… now we’re just going to tie you to this X here,
okay?” Sara grip tightened
on Liberty’s hand, pulling up onto one of the newly revealed stages,
a metal X as the center piece with straps hanging off its length and at its
crux.
Liberty filled with doubt but determined to go through with it stood up onto
the set, looking skeptically at the large X, turning to face Sara, she pressed
her back into the metal frame.
“Like this?” she said raising her arms to either end of
the X.
The metal looked easy enough to break, and the leather straps would not hold
her, she thought as Sara nodded enthusiastically, reaching up to secure her
arms tightly, the leather cuffs closing around her wrists, she felt a tinge
of nervousness travel up her spine.
“Now we just have to gag you with something…”, Sara continued
as she paused for a moment to look thoughtful, “Oh I know, I have just
the thing!”
“Gaggmmmmfff!” Liberty’s cry of indignation and surprise was
muffled as Sara pulled out a large white ball gag, and stuffed it into
Liberty’s open mouth, the gag was almost to large for her, her lips
stretching around in a large obscene “O”
“Oh that is perfect!” Sara clapped her hands and the X began to
pivot, falling backwards, dragging the heroine with it, she felt her legs
leave the ground, her booted feet and long coltish legs dangling from the
center of the X, her tongue working to push the painful, odd tasting gag
from her lips.
Sara knelt between her legs, lifting the struggling heroines legs, her body
twisting as she tried to wriggle free, a panicked look in her
eyes. ‘MMFF!!” Sara
drew first one leg down the length of the X and locked it into place, then
spreading her legs widely she snapped the leather tight around Liberty’s
other ankle, tightly spreading her young body outwards, the skirt dipped
between her legs, protecting her hidden sex.
“Oh that is very cute,” As Liberty bucked up and down, she felt
a tingling sensation from her tongue, a weakness spreading through her normally
strong body as she tried to tug her hands and legs free from the leather
restraints.
The camera’s started flashing, as they moved around her, dipping to
catch glimpses of her bound body, her up thrust breasts in the tight spandex
and the scared look in her eyes.
Sara stepped between her legs, ‘Oh you did ask for no up skirts
right?” she smiled as her hand moved to cup the squirming girl between
her legs, ‘then we need to shield this from
view.” Her hand rested
lightly there, as Liberty strained upwards, arching her back, to pull away
from the hand she felt a sharp prick against her thigh, the weakness flooding
through her entire body.
“MMFFF!!” she screamed into the large gag, tears of frustration
in her eyes as she watched desperately, the cameramen catching her in various
angles.
“FFSSEE FFFPP!” Liberty screamed into her gag, as Sara stepped
back, the camera’s flashed between her
legs, closing on the slight
crease of the her covered pussy, her bucking hips on the metal frame as she
tried to work free of the tight fitting leather shackles holding her stretched
and helpless.
“Lets see what treasures you have beneath these tight clothes.”
Sara smiled as she turned back towards her, holding out her arm, it shimmered
and lengthened, sharpening the skin taking on a metallic sheen, in moments
her hand had changed into a long wicked knife.
“Shhhhh...” Sara said, the blade toying across Liberty’s stomach,
snagging on the tight spandex covering her stomach, pulling it slightly,
Liberty lay perfectly still, eyes on the
blade. “You can call me
Razor, and I’ll be taking care of you from now
on”
Liberty felt Razor touching her, rubbing against her tights covering her
thighs, caressing the muscle there as the knife trailed downwards, leaving
short snags in the tight material, her eyes watching the knife as it slide
down over the satiny material of her skirt.
“Fwssee..fffooo”, she hardly dared to move as she felt the knife
dip beneath the skirt, a finger slipped
beneath the crotch of her leotard, and pulled it outwards.
“Let’s see how we can make this
better.” Razor’s fingers
traced beneath it, over the
tights watching Liberty squirm at the touch, with a simple deft cut, the
knife cut through the gusset, the leotard snapping open suddenly parting
between her legs the tight material opening easily.
Razor smiled at what she had revealed, the nearly translucent tights stretched
up and disappeared beneath the cut leotard, hidden by the skirt, and beneath
the tights she wore a pair of cotton panties, white with a simple blue ribbon
at her waist.
Razor licked her lips at the revealed panties, leaning close them as Liberty
squirmed, trying to get free pulling at the bonds, “Mmmm, perhaps we
should strip you out of that leotard, you will make such a pretty little
pet.”
Liberty could only watch in helpless horror, her hands clenching into fists
as the knife dipped underneath the skirt around her waist, and lifted upwards,
cutting through it easily, the skirt parted around her, sliding off and revealing
the top of her tights, the camera’s zoomed in close, taking various
shots of her.
“Wfff… sfttppp ffsssee” tears were starting to form in her
eyes as the slow humiliation continued, the knife cut gently upwards, the
taut material parting easily beneath the
knife, it slide up over her pale stomach, revealing her soft skin.
“Ohhh little heroine, don’t fear these photos will sell for so
much!” Razor gave another surge upwards, Liberty laying still for fear
of being cut, the knife slide between her breasts, the leotard snapping open
between them.
“Such a lovely little thing you are.” Razor’s eyes locked
on the revealed breasts, the camera’s focusing in on them, the pale
flesh rising upwards, despite her stretched out position, and her breasts
lifting upwards tipped in pale pink nipples that stiffened slightly in the
chill of the room.
Liberty closed her eyes, trembling at the humiliation and fear, she slowly
shook her head back and forth, ‘ffsssseee
ffttpp’ Her breasts quivering slightly, as Razor’s finger
played gently over the exposed nipples, teasing them as they stiffened.
“Oh, and now for the feet, a slow stripping of the great heroine after
all.” Razor drew
her fingers down Liberty’s body, trailing it over her stomach, over
the slight rise of her mound hinting at tuft of hair beneath, down over her
long legs, trailing over the tights, to the
boots. “All caught on
film.”
Releasing first one ankle, she held it firmly, as Liberty in her weakened
state tried to tug it free, sliding the zipper down along the side she pulled
the boot off her, locking her ankle back into place, repeating the same removal
on the other foot. “Close
ups.” Razor requested of the cameraman who were to happy to oblige,
rushing forward to catch the sights of the willowy heroine’s exposed
body.
Camera’s capturing her pale body; the pink nipples on her breasts, the
frightened, teary look in her eyes, the white panties with the simple bow,
the tights clinging to her long legs, her captured and tied feet wriggling
and squirming desperately for
freedom. Liberty could
not believe this was happening to her.
Clenching her eyes tightly shut, she could not only twist helplessly
in her attempts to get her free.
“Now I think a shower scene is well order don’t you boys?”
Razor turned and asked the assembled men, much to Liberty’s
horror. “Bring her to the shower then,” turning Razor
left the room, leaving Liberty alone with the leering men.
Her eyes tightly clenched, she could hear the comments, their discussion
on her body, as she felt her arms and ankles released, she tried to fight
back, bucking as they held her, but in her weakened state she was unable
to escape, the gag in her mouth aching stifling her pleas for help.
She was lifted by her arms and legs, her wrists and ankles tightly gripped
she felt hands caressing her breasts, squeezing her tight rear as she was
lifted and carried face down, ‘ffssee! Fffoo ffrrre!”
They laughed at her gagged sounds, feeling hands across her back tracing
gently down them, weary from her inability to escape she tried to gather
her strength as they hauled her into a clean tiled shower, lifting her head
upwards she gave a sobbing cry, as she saw Razor waiting for
her. The stern but attractive woman dressed in a black bikini,
guided the men to lift Liberty upwards, towards a waiting pair of cuffs hanging
from the ceiling, they were locked around the girl’s
wrists.
Liberty dangled helplessly, her toes scraping against the tiled
floor, a dull ache in her arms
as she looked helpless at Razor her body outstretched before the
villainess. Again seeing the
camera’s raised, pictures were taken of
her. Liberty turned her head
away, trying to hide her face but the camera’s were everywhere, her
body on display to them.
“Now we should remove the last bit of these clothes so we can get you
clean. You don’t mind do
you?” Razor asked with
a grin, stepping close to the heroine, her hands gripping her waist tightly,
she started to tug the tights downwards over her hips.
“NFFF!” mustering all the strength she could, Liberty brought up
her knees, swinging back slightly, she swung forward and drove her dangling
body as hard into Razor as she could sending the older woman staggering back.
Liberty kept kicking, despite the dull ache in her arms, her body twisted,
lashing out wildly at anyone who came close tugging on the chains holding
her arms she desperately tried to get
free. “Ffffllp ffffee!”
Razor picked herself up from the floor, an angry look on her face, “the
little heroine must be punished,”
her eyes narrowed and Liberty cringed away, a whimper building in
her throat as her struggles wore her out, finally dangling
limply. Her arms aching from the pressure, she raised her tear
stained face to the woman approaching her now, the tights slipped half off
her hips, her panties pulled down a few curls of her blonde muff were
visible.
“Now that will cost you, and you will learn to not do that again.”
Razor said as she approached, taking a silvery chain from one of the men
around her she stepped close to the heroines dangling
body. “Are you
sorry?”
Liberty nodded her head weakly, “Fwsseee.” A thin line of drool
appear from her lips as she tried to speak from the gag, her eyes looking
at the silvery chain, she cringed backwards, her toes sliding over the slick
floor, as Razor brought up the two clamps.
“Good, this will remind you.” Pinching Liberty’s exposed
nipple, she closed the clamp
around it, then the other as well, tightening each until Liberty threw back
her head and screamed into her gag.
“FAFFFF!!” Liberty howled into her gag, her body thrashing about
trying to shake the squeezing clamps free from her pink
nubs. The chain between
them brushing against her skin,
“FFRRTS!”
Razor laughed and again reached for the tights, tugging them downwards further,
revealing the soft blonde growth of hair, the curls light against her skin,
almost invisible, a soft curling forest of blonde hair.
Liberty sobbed freely now, her body aching all over, as she was stripped,
the panties and tights sliding down over her feet pooling beneath her, she
felt Razor’s hand between her legs, caressing the fine hairs on her
sex. “Mmmm what a treasure
this is, perhaps we should shave her?”
“Or milk her; the little dear must be ready soon.” Razor’s
fingers pulled on the chain between her clamped nipples eliciting a cry of
pain from the young heroine.
“But first I think we should clean the
dear.” There was a sudden
burst of water from the shower head above Liberty, drenching her body almost
immediately.
“Now my little heroine, we have to make sure that you are clean all
over.” Razor commented as she rubbed the soap across the young
heroine’s body. The slick
soap was rushed over her breasts, causing her to wince in pain as it brushed
the chain between her nipple clamps.
Liberty could only watch in horror as the older woman ran her hands over
her body, trailing the soap ever downwards, she slipped it over the light
blonde curls, caressing her hands over as she rubbed it in, ‘Don’t
worry dear, we will shave all this off and leave you all nice and shiny
there.”
Liberty looked up towards the cuffs, tugging on them furiously, trying to
gain some measure of freedom, the throbbing in her chest becoming a dull
and distant ache compared to the pain growing in her outstretched arms that
held her body upwards, her feet sliding over the wet
tiles.
Finally, Razor stepped back, moving around her, “You are such a darling
to hang there like that,” Liberty heard something being unraveled, she
struggled to twist her body around to look to see what was happening,, “Now
we did promise to clean you all
out.” Razor’s stepped
forward, and wrapped her arms around the girl, “Inside too,” whispering
into Liberty’s ear as she thrust the nozzled tube upwards and into her
rear.
Liberty screamed, even with the large gag in her mouth the scream echoed
in the room, a virgin, she had never been touched, let alone penetrated,
and most certainly never in her rear.
The sharp stabbing pain of it entering into her caused her to try
to lift her legs upwards, to attempt swing away from the invading hose, but
Razor held her tight,. Her hands
gripped around her waist, the fingers caressing her soft mound of blonde
tufts.
“Just hold it in dear, it’ll be over soon, and then we can talk
about all the fun we’ll have, experiments to perform, tests to run,
and maybe we can sell you off.” Razor whispered into her ear, though
all Liberty could think of was the throbbing pain in her rear, and the burning
humiliation she felt., all else forgotten in the haze of pain that enveloped
her.
“I think we have you all nice and clean.” With a quick pull out
that elicited another scream of pain around the large gag, Razor pulled the
nozzle out allowing the girl to release the fluid trapped inside
her. “There, there, don’t
you feel all better now?’ The villainess cooed, as Liberty gasped loudly,
sucking the gag into her mouth as she tried to recover from the
ordeal.
As Liberty hung and sobbed, Razor turned off the water, picking up a warm
fluffy towel, she casually undid the cuffs that held Liberty up, catching
her in her arms before she could collapse to the floor.
Drawing her outside the room, Razor pulled the sobbing girl down onto a fluffy
white Mat, laying her face down on it, Liberty simply allowed herself to
be guided by the villainess, whose hands rubbed the towel over her body,
caressing it, rubbing the towel almost lovingly over it.
“You’re all clean now.” She said as she rubbed the towel over
her arms and back, drawing them upwards, forcing Liberty arch a bit upwards,
“But we have to bind you for the
night.” Deftly binding
the wrists together, she started looping rope around her elbows as
well.
Liberty turned her teary blue eyes around to look at Razor,
‘Fwssee…fftt mfff gfff.’ she moaned into the gag, gasping
sharply in pain as her blows were drawn together forcing her to arch upwards.
“Now my little heroine, we have to leave you here for the night but
rest assured that we will return tomorrow for more pictures and more fun.”
Razor continued her binding of the heroine, tying her ankles together and
then her knees, “And once we let a few of our over anxious photographers
have their way with you, we’ll move you to a more secure location.”
Razor drew the ankles up to the arms, pulling Liberty into a tight hogtie.
Liberty watched fearfully, the words filling her with a stark terror, she
wriggled and rolled on the mat, trying to tug free of the tight
ropes. Razor lifted her upwards,
and carried over to the earlier used bedroom set.
Laying in the fluffy cover face down, Razor leaned down to her exposed rear,
placing a soft kiss on the right cheek, and leaving a faint red trace of
lipstick on it. “Now
don’t you go anywhere.” Razor smiled as she turned to leave, the
studio empty now of people.
Liberty rolled helplessly on the bed, tugging on her bonds, as she tried
to get free, finally she lay on her side gasping for breath, tears falling
from her eyes as she lay there gasping, a light sheen of sweat covering her
naked body. Her nipples throbbed
from the pinching clamps. She
lay there tied in the tight hogtie, her head resting on the pillows as she
waited for the morning.
As she dozed lightly in her dull throbbing pain, she felt a twinge in her
body, a slight tightening of the muscles followed quickly by
another. Her eyes snapped open
as, fearful to hope, she stretched, her arms and legs apart,, hearing the
creaking of rope, she pulled again, and it stretched just a bit
further. She groaned as she stretched, pulling on the ropes as
she tried to stretch out,, she noticed that it was daylight outside and most
likely soon the villainess would be back to drug her.
Closing her eyes she focused on the humiliation she endured, from the touching
to the photographs to the dull pain still in her rear, she gave a furious
yank and with an audible pop the rope parted, her strength returning.
Working quickly now, Liberty strained on the ropes again, pulling on her
wrists and ankles, they parted easily in her slowly recovering
strength. Flexing now, she was
able to shake her wrists and ankles loose.
Looking about, she quickly spied left over clothing, and costumes, as she
tried to stand up on her wobbly legs.
Almost falling, she cried out in pain, as blood rushed into her wrists and
ankles, causing her to scream into the gag, her mouth filled with the gag,
she lay panting on the ground on her hands and knees. Reaching around she
untied the gag, panting loudly, she spit the vile rubber ball out, her jaw
aching from being gagged so long.
Climbing unsteadily to her feet she stumbled towards the wardrobe, gingerly
touching the chains on her pink nipples, she winced and pulled her hand
away. They ached dully, numbly,
but from the pain she felt on her ankles and wrists she felt that it would
be more painful to remove them yet.
Quickly dressing in a loose fitting dress, she looked quickly around for
an exit,, running barefoot out of the studio before the villainess and her
cohorts could return.
“And so,” Lisa concluded, “By pretending to be a model, I
was able to bring down the operations.” Smiling broadly around at the
assembled girls.
Kiomi smiled broadly back, and Amber looked encouragingly on, making all
the appropriate remarks about her bravery.
Karen glanced at the blonde girl, and just from the surface thoughts she
could tell that there was a bit more to the story that she was letting
on. Though she was not about
to press for the private matters.
Tara snorted, “You? A
model?” she raised a white
eyebrow , almost invisible against her pale flesh.
“What? “ Liberty crossed her arms under her chest defensively,
casing them to lift up slightly, “Are you saying I’m not pretty?
Cause I’ll have you-”
“No no, that’s not she
meant at all!” Amber
interrupted, waving her arms, the entire motion set off a pleasant swaying
of her lush body that Karen couldn’t help but blush faintly
at. “No she just meant
that … that… “ Amber paused as she looked
for a way out.
“I just meant that you may
look like one but sometimes its harder to act like one.” Tara finished
for her friend, glancing back towards the slightly mollified blonde.
“Oh well, I guess, it wasn’t that hard.” Lisa nodded, agreeing
with the thin girl, “But I did pull it off.” Again with the defensive
tinge to her voice.
Kiomi interrupted, “What about you two?” cutting off Tara’s
response, and making her look at the half asian in surprise.
“Us?” she asked quietly.
Amber nodded, “Yeah we had a run in once with that same woman she called
herself Black Razor though… maybe it was the same.” Amber blushed
as color rose to her cheek, “It was … well weird
though.”
Tara slipped her hand into her friends, Amber relaxed noticeably, “Maybe
I should tell the story then, “ Amber nodded and smiled
at Tara who continued, “I
am pretty sure it was the same woman, so she didn’t spend long in jail.
“ She cast a slightly accusatory glance towards Liberty who quickly
looked away.
“Still though, hiding isn’t her best ability or at least it
wasn’t when we found her.”
To be continued in Tales of the Heroines – Ember and Frost