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Dark Damsel II: Betrayals by Echo echo@nym.alias.net
Chapter 10
"For crying out loud, Lennie, get it set up. We're almost
out of time."
"Cut me some slack, Dori, I'm doing the best I can." Which
meant the best that anyone at SMU-TV could do, for he was the
best there. He glanced up at the blonde, who had her hair
pulled back in a severe bun. Her face was hard and impatient.
Lennie knew what he'd like to do to change that expression,
but it would never happen. Not with Miss Icicle 1999.
"How're things over there, Tom?" Dori spoke into her
headset. "Good, good." She looked at her watch. "Any minute
now. What?" She laughed raucously. "Lennie, Tom thinks we
should let the cops know."
Lennie grinned as he turned the camera on it's stand
and adjusted the focus to the roof exit of the neighbouring
building. "Ready here, Dori," he sang out. "What, and lose
our exclusive. This could be the big time for all of us.
Pulitzer Prize material!" From the look of avarice on Dori's
face, Lennie knew that he'd pegged it exactly. She was
itching to move up. He looked down off the balcony to the
alley far below. Seventeen stories down. One story above
the building across the way. Beautiful.
Dori glared at the microphone on the camera. "If only
Shamrock hadn't specified no sound. We could have rigged a few
microphones on the roof over there. All we'll get from here
are any shouts. Damn."
The phone rang and Dori picked it up immediately.
"Yes? Yes, chief, it is all set up. Just awaiting the
contestants. How's the picture coming in over there? Good?
Don't worry, we won't let you down." She scowled at Lennie
as she said that. He turned back to the camera and made a
few last minute adjustments. She replaced the phone on its
cradle and began pacing.
"What is it?" Dori glared at her cameraman who was
eying her speculatively.
"There are microphones and then there are microphones."
Dori stopped pacing and gave him her full attention.
"If you know something, spit it out," she ordered.
"I have a friend who specializes in, uh, spy gadgetry.
He has a directional microphone system that could pick up their
voices, no problem."
"Shit! It's a little late now." Dori looked out the
balcony door, past him to the roof opposite. "I'd give my
eye teeth for one of those."
"Even though Shamrock specified 'no sound'?"
"Ah, to hell with Shamrock. Another costumed do-gooder.
Pfaa!"
Lennie pulled a briefcase out from his stuff, looking
Dori in the eye as he did it. Her eyes widened and he smiled.
She *knew*.
"Set it up!" She was almost hopping up and down in her
excitement. She calmed as he made no motion to do so. She
tilted her head and considered him. "Of course. If this
goes as I think it will, I'll be moving on. I'll take you
with me and we'll both be done with SMU-TV."
"Not enough."
"Then what?"
"What you said, plus," Lennie paused dramatically, "plus
you, there," he pointed at the bed.
Dori looked at him, eyes narrowed and Lennie shivered
involuntarily. She could be a real bitch. He stood there,
not moving.
"What the fuck are you waiting for? Set it up!"
Lennie scrambled to open the case and began to piece
together the device.
"Just make sure you get it, pal."
"Oh, I'll get it all right, lady, then you'll get it, too."
Dori laughed, but Lennie could put no meaning to the laugh.
She sobered. "A deal is a deal, but--assuming what we get is
worth it, and I'll decide that--you'll have to wait until after
I interview the victor in the street. And not a fucking word
to Shamrock about the eavesdropping until after the interview."
"Done and done. Shit!" Lennie looked up just in time
to see Dark Damsel come flying out of the door. "You'll have
to look after the camera until I get this thing set up."
Dori nodded.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," she spoke into her headset, "as
as special treat, here we are . . . somewhere in the Hub City,
where Dark Damsel has made her appearance. We are now just
waiting . . . whoa! Look at that. And there she is: Shamrock!
In an exclusive SMU-TV presentation, we have, live, the fight
of the year: Shamrock against Dark Damsel. Shamrock is speaking
to Dark Damsel even as the smoke is drifting away and the Damsel
looks pretty upset.
"As you know, Dark Damsel has seemingly turned to crime and
Shamrock has vowed to bring her in. Oh! Look at that kick.
There's no love lost here. Shamrock is getting up quickly but
the Damsel is on her." Dori switched off the mike. "Hurry up,
Lennie."
"Almost there."
Dori cursed to herself as she tried to keep the moving
combatants in focus.
"And Dark Damsel has her arms around Shamrock, squeezing
her from behind. Ladies and gentlemen, we are working on getting
you sound."
Shamrock cursed and tried to kick back against the Damsel's
legs, but Dark Damsel was having none of that.
"I'm going to take you down, hard," Dark Damsel grunted in
Shamrock's ear, hanging on as the shorter redhead bucked and
and twisted in her grip. There was no way she was letting
the bitch go.
It couldn't end like this, Shamrock thought to herself.
She had to get free. Free enough to do what she had to do. Even
though she had to acknowledge that Dark Damsel was the better
fighter, she had tricks enough to make up for it--if she could
get loose.
Shamrock swung her head back and nailed Dark Damsel on the
cowl. She let go and the two scrambled apart and faced each other
again.
Even though shaken up, Dark Damsel pressed the attack. She
grinned evilly as she realized that Shamrock really was no match
for her. A punch got through, catching Shamrock square between
the breasts, rocking the villain backwards. A pillar of smoke
appeared between them as Shamrock dropped one of her little
tricks.
Dark Damsel reached into her pouch and picked out a pair
of filters which she placed in her nostrils. No sleepy gas for
her.
"Whoops!" The Damsel just had time to brace herself as
Shamrock came back through the clearing smoke in a flying leap
which sent them both tumbling to the roof.
Dark Damsel was first up and her kick knocked Shamrock's
legs from under her, sending her sprawling once more.
"Atta girl, Dark Damsel," Royale cheered as she leaned back
in her chair and watched on her large television. "Ummm, yes!"
She spread her legs a little further as her latest favourite
sought to please the Chairman of the Organization. The tonguing
stopped for a moment.
"And I'll get to use Colleen, too?" the kneeling blonde
asked.
"Of course, dear. I know how she used your talents then
discarded you. Payback is something I believe in. Now, please,
back to work. Ah, yesss."
Two cars screeched to a halt outside the Harris building.
By-standers were amused to see the costumed band which leaped
out. Catwoman, the Lone Ranger, Green Lantern, Robin Hood,
the Tin Man and Friar Tuck ran quickly towards the main
entrance. They came to a halt as Minx stepped round the building
to meet them.
"This has got to be it, assuming Dark Damsel gave me the
correct information about the first fight she had with Shamrock,"
Ray Barton was saying, as the group rushed up the steps.
"Minx!" Rebecca came to a quick stop as the garishly
painted face came around the corner. The blonde greeted them
cautiously.
"I assume you're here for the same reason I am. Well,
I'll tell you right now that you'll have to go through me to
get to Dark Damsel." She glared at the six costumed people
confronting her, knowing that she would lose, but Dark Damsel
would get the time she needed.
Shamrock had been on the defensive ever since the battle
started. It was time, she decided to make an end of it. She
backed away from Dark Damsel, dropped another smoke grenade,
turned and ran towards the door.
Dark Damsel, not wanting to lose Shamrock, held her breath,
just in case, and plunged through the smoke. There was Shamrock,
at the door, watching. Then Shamrock was smiling and advancing
once again.
Dark Damsel felt a little funny, but she hadn't breathed
in any of the gas.
Shamrock threw a punch which Dark Damsel tried to block,
but her reaction time had somehow gone to hell. The punch caught
her on the shoulder. A kick similarly got through her defenses
and doubled her over. A follow-up sent her crashing to the roof
where Shamrock jumped her.
"Fool," she breathed in the Damsel's ear, "that was nerve
gas you walked through. Doesn't need to be inhaled. Gets you
right through the skin. By the way, you're on Candid Camera!"
Dark Damsel heard a tearing sound as Shamrock cut through
her costume in the middle of her back. It was just a small cut.
"The agent wears off fairly quickly, so I have a patch here,
just like those nicotine patches, that will feed you a constant
stream of the agent. You'll be punchy for an hour or two and
it'll get a little worse as time goes on. You're mine, bitch."
With that Shamrock pulled the patch off of her own costume, where
it had been hidden in plain sight, and slipped inside Dark Damsel's
costume, pressing it on in the middle of her back, where the
Damsel would be unable to get at it easily.
Dark Damsel put everything into throwing Shamrock off and
was a little surprised at how easy it was. Then she realized that
Shamrock was playing with her, wanting it to seem as if she had
bested Dark Damsel in a fair fight. The nerve agent kicked in and
Dark Damsel found her movements getting more jerky as she got
to her feet and prepared to defend herself the best she could.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it looks like Shamrock really connected
there! Dark Damsel is down and . . . no, wait, she's thrown off
Shamrock." Dori looked over to where Lennie had finally set up
the mike. It looked like a parabolic dish antenna. He plugged
the output into the camera.
"I'll take over now. Just keep the mike pointed at them."
Dori sat down in the chair and gave a quick look at the
mike. She found there was an aiming device on it and pointed it
at the fighters. She was surprised at the quality of the sound.
"We have sound now, Ladies and Gentlemen. You'll be able
to hear, for yourselves the action. Ow! That's gotta hurt."
The sound of the open handed slap to Dark Damsel's face came
through clearly.
"Dark Damsel is clearly hurting. She's moving more and
more erratically. Soon she'll be in the hands of the Police."
Dori quit her commentary as Dark Damsel's voice came through
clearly.
"I don't understand. Why the vendetta?" Dark Damsel
was in the en garde position. Shamrock swept in and the Damsel
was able to block only the first two of the three blows Shamrock
aimed at her. But the Damsel was still Dark Damsel, avenger.
She rolled as she fell and swept Shamrock's feet out from under
her.
"Ah!" Shamrock fell hard on her ass. She picked herself
up and growled. "Why? Because you're a criminal, Dark Damsel,
and I can't stand criminals!" She laughed sadistically, moving
in and sweeping aside Dark Damsel's defenses. Her knee came
up and caught Dark Damsel in the belly, doubling her over.
Shamrock, presented with a doubled over Dark Damsel, planted
one foot on her ass and shoved, hard. The Damsel went sprawling.
"Criminals have to be punished, Damsie, dear."
The Damsel was gasping for air as Shamrock sat on the middle
of her back, facing her feet. She felt Shamrock pinch her
costume, then pull it away from her skin. A familiar sound
rent the air as Shamrock began cutting into the costume.
"Oh, god," Dark Damsel gasped out as she felt the cool
air on her bare ass. Shamrock had made a wide cut across the
top of her buttocks, then tapered it in towards her crotch.
Her panties had been cut along with the costume and she felt
them being pulled through her crotch and out.
For a moment Dori was at a loss as she saw Shamrock rise
and wave the panties like a trophy. Dark Damsel's buns were
in plain view as the woman struggled to her knees, then back
to her feet, the flap of cloth hanging down between her legs.
"Oh, my," Dori recovered. "You heard Shamrock. 'Criminals
have to be punished'. And unless I'm totally mistaken, Dark
Damsel is going to get a good old-fashioned bare-bottomed
paddling. And it is coming to you Live on SMU-TV.
"The Damsel looks like she's stunned. Oh! Shamrock just
kicked her feet out from under her again and the Damsel is
down. Look at those buns. What's Shamrock doing? She's
walking away. No, she's coming back and she has a tote bag.
No points for guessing what's inside. Better get your VCRs
rolling. You'll not see anything like this again in a long
time. And it's coming to you courtesy of SMU-TV.
"Look out! Shamrock's back is turned, she's reaching
into the bag, and Dark Damsel is attacking. Did you hear that
crack? Dark Damsel got her face slapped good! She's out of
it. Shamrock has beaten her, fair and square. Well, Dark
Damsel danced her dance, now it's time for her to pay the
piper."
Dark Damsel tried to punch at Shamrock's gloating face,
but her punch was caught and her wrist was cuffed. In a moment
her other wrist was caught and Shamrock led her by the handcuffs
in a small victory circle, then back to the tote bag. Dark
Damsel stumbled after Shamrock, hoping somehow she could do
something to gain the upper hand, or at least to escape.
A quarter-inch soft nylon rope was clipped to the middle
link of the cuffs.
"You're going to love this, Damsie," Shamrock chortled as
she pulled Dark Damsel's hands up and over her head, bringing
them down behind her neck. The rope she passed between Dark
Damsel's legs and up to her belt (bringing with it the flap
of costume) where she jerked it tight and tied it off.
"A crotch-rope!" Dori exclaimed to her listeners.
"Look at the Damsel's face. A picture is worth a thousand
words . . ."
Lennie looked over at Dori. Crotch-rope? Was Dori
interested in that sort of stuff. Most people wouldn't have
a clue what it was called. He pursed his lips, considering.
He turned quickly back to the camera as Dori began speaking
again.
"Oh, my, oh, my! Look at what Shamrock is doing. She's
carving into Dark Damsel's costume again. This time in front.
It's show and tell, Dark Damsel. Whew! Nice set!"
Lennie looked up again. Dori was becoming less professional
as time went on. He caught her absently tracing little circles
with her finger around her nipple, which was making a nice little
bump and showing plainly through her blouse. So much for
promotion out of SMU-TV. Dori was making it clear that this was
where she belonged.
Dori was right, though. Dark Damsel *did* have a nice
set. He zoomed in on her breasts, nipples turgid in the cool
air. He was glad he'd hooked his own recorder up to the
camera. This would be a prized piece of tape. Who knew what
the station would do? At the control room they might just
show the least revealing camera and he knew Tom would be
loathe to do what he was doing. Later he might never be able
to get his hands on the tape.
He zoomed back out as Shamrock showed Dark Damsel off
to the two cameras. With her hands behind her head, her breasts
were pushed out, standing proud, and due to her jerky steps,
they bounced. A lot of teenagers (and older) would be getting
off on that.
"Yeow!"
The cry almost hurt his ears. Lennie zoomed out a little
further and saw what he'd not seen before. Shamrock was holding
Dark Damsel by the hair, pulling back her head with her left
hand, while her right held a nasty little paddle. As he watched
the paddle flashed up to contact Dark Damsel's bottom in a way
that made her grunt and her breasts bounce even more.
The first crack had caught Dark Damsel by surprise and she
let out a yell. After that she tried to keep a tighter rein
on herself. It didn't help too much, but the volume decreased
considerably. Shamrock was obviously enjoying this too much
for it to end soon and her bottom was becoming more tender with
each stroke.
She could feel her face burning as she jerkily stepped in
a wide circle, propelled by the paddle and the grip on her hair.
"This is what happens to bad Dark Damsels," Shamrock
smirked. "These [crack] are the wages of sin, Damsie!"
"But you know it wasn't me," Dark Damsel managed to grit
out between swats.
Shamrock only laughed gleefully as yet another smack
sent the Damsels buttocks and breasts bouncing. And with every
step, the crotch-rope bit into her.
"I know, Damsie, I know. But *they* don't. And I think
they--your public--will be impressed with what criminals get
when there is a new defender of justice around. Just think of
all those nice citizens, glued to their TVs as they watch your
boobs and buns take a licking."
Dark Damsel groaned, then gave a yip as a particularly
vicious swat caught her unawares.
"Why me?" Dark Damsel whimpered. She had to get Shamrock
talking. The recorder in her pouch *had* to catch Shamrock out,
otherwise everyone would believe that she had gone bad and if
caught by the police it would be jail for Renee Jimson.
"Because you . . ." Shamrock stopped short. She turned
the Damsel to face her. "It's too early. You haven't broken,"
she accused the tearful young woman. Shamrock's eyes narrowed,
then she looked down, fumbled with the Damsel's pouch and
withdrew something. Dark Damsel couldn't see what it was for
her head was still being held back, but she *knew*.
"How clever. A tape recorder. Well, Damsie, the reason
'why you?' is because I hate criminals and you had the
audacity to pretend to be a crime-fighter!" She laughed and
dropped the microrecorder to the ground and stomped on it.
"You bitch. You cost me my place at the head of The
Organization. So I'm taking you back to them. It'll be a
coup and it'll impress those who need impressing. We'll even
let you keep your costume, altered, of course. But anyone
who wants you will get a piece of Dark Damsel's ass." Shamrock
punctuated the words with nasty blows of the paddle and Dark
Damsel leapt at every one. Her ass felt as if it were on fire.
"But the cops and the public . . . well, after you make
your little 'escape' from me, they'll love Shamrock, take her
to their collective bosom like the sheep they are. And, perhaps,
every once in a while, 'Dark Damsel' will make an appearance,
do a job and the public will be further convinced of the need
for someone like Shamrock! I've had fun playing Dark Damsel,
seeing the shock on the faces of people who trusted you. It'll
be fun watching the revulsion later. And Shamrock, that fighter
for justice, will go on fighting crime--crimes committed by
those that the Organization wants out of the way."
Shamrock paused and held Dark Damsel in one spot while she
worked over the red buttocks once again. Dark Damsel could no
longer keep from crying out. The combination of pain and the
humiliation of knowing she was getting her bare ass paddled
on TV, with her bare breasts sticking out was just too much.
"Crying now, bitch? I've only just begun. I've a nice
butt-plug all lubed and ready for you, and then over my knee
for a nice bare-assed, bare-handed spanking. Then your costume
comes off and all the world gets its first view of Dark Damsel
unmasked. Only after that do you make your little 'escape'.
Now, move!"
The pressure on the back of her head forced her towards the
ventilator shaft. Behind it was a chair which Shamrock picked
up and moved into position for the over-the-knee spanking.
Dark Damsel wasn't paying attention to that, however. The
jerkiness of her steps was evening out and she was feeling more
and more in control of her body. Yet Shamrock had told her
that the nerve agent patch would last a couple of hours, its
effects becoming progressively worse as the dose increased.
Dark Damsel tested the fine control of her foot. Definitely
improving. All she needed was a few more minutes and then,
if Shamrock would just let go of her hair, she would show
the redheaded bitch something she wouldn't expect.
"Did you hear that?" Dori was excited. "Shamrock has just
confessed, on SMU-TV, that it was she who pulled the jobs dressed
as Dark Damsel. She's confessed to being head of the shadowy
Organization. And you heard it here!"
"Shit! Another one." William stopped Rebecca and Ray
with an upheld hand.
"Where did he learn this stuff?" Ray asked Rebecca quietly.
"Armed Forces. Some special group. Won't talk about it."
The elevators had all been stopped at the top floor and
wouldn't answer the call button. The two cops and William had
gone to the stairs only to find a string across the second floor
banisters carrying a sign reading "MINED". Those above were
taking no chances on a quick police intervention.
William had ignored the sign and proceeded slowly and
carefully. Sure enough, he'd run into three booby-traps which
he'd disarmed. This was the fourth--and they were only half
way to the top.
This was all just too good, Shamrock thought. Dark Damsel,
the great Dark Damsel with tits and ass hanging out, ass red
from the paddling she had given her. Well, Dark Damsel, this
is just a start. By the time she was finished Damsie wouldn't
be able to show her face, cowled or otherwise, in this City.
She'd be a wanted woman and everyone would know her face.
Shamrock wanted to just jump for the joy of it all. But
first the butt-plug and the spanking. She let go of the
thoroughly cowed Damsel's hair and reached for her tote bag.
"What?!"
The Damsel took her opportunity. She pulled her left arm
over her head to the right and brought her two arms down
together, gaining a little slack. Shamrock's eyes went wide,
but not so wide as when Dark Damsel's fists, with the slack
they'd gained from the crotch-rope, sank deep into her solar
plexus. With a whoosh of exhaled breath Shamrock folded and
fell to the rooftop.
"Wow! Did you see that? The Damsel is back in the fight!
Shamrock is down and Dark Damsel is working on those handcuffs.
They're off! I wouldn't want to be Shamrock right now, Ladies
and Gents, no indeed."
Lennie zoomed in to film Dark Damsel stretching the
crumpled Shamrock out. From her pouch she pulled a plastic
tie, pulled Shamrocks right arm into a hammerlock, grabbed
her left and crossed the powerless woman's wrists in the
centre of her back. There she used the ties, one vertically
and one horizontally to hold Shamrocks arms in the double
hammerlock position. There was no way she would be able
to do anything with them now.
He took the time to glance over to Dori who was still
aiming the mike. She was clenching and unclenching her
thighs as her fingers wandered ceaselessly about her breasts.
The little vixen liked catfights, apparently.
Recovering, Shamrock knew she was helpless. Her eyes
flicked to the Bascombe Inn. She had to give the signal, but
Liam had been told, in no uncertain terms, to wait for her
signal. Unfortunately, that signal was to have been given
with her right hand. Surely he'd see what had happened and
act without it . . . surely.
Sickly, she remembered that she'd told him that it might
look like Dark Damsel had gotten the upper hand, but she
wanted it that way, to impress the public with her comeback.
She felt Dark Damsel working at her costume, felt the
belt come off, the seams coming apart, and closed her eyes.
Rudely she was jerked to her feet. She stood there,
regaining her breath and watched as Dark Damsel made a few
emergency repairs to her own costume. She tried a kick,
but it was easily parried and the return shove dropped her
onto her ass.
"Ow!" Dark Damsel had grasped her by her hair and pulled
her again to her feet.
This just couldn't be happening. The nerve agent shouldn't
have allowed her that kind of control. What had gone wrong?
Dark Damsel forced Shamrock to look into her face. Shamrock
winced at the anger there.
"Shoe's on the other foot now, Shamrock. You pissed me
off severely. You ruined my reputation, hurt my friends and
tried to humiliate me. You planned to use me in a way I'd never
have believed." Dark Damsel paused and Shamrock shuddered at
her expression. "Now you are going to pay as you'd have had
me pay."
"Please, Dark Damsel, the cops will be here soon. I can
get us out of this. They'll never believe you are innocent and
any 'confession' you get out of me will never be believed.
They'll think you beat it out of me, that I'd do anything to
stop the beating." Shamrock looked for a sign that her words
were getting through to the masked crime-fighter. "I can get us
out of here. Together . . ."
"I don't give a damn." The words cascaded like ice-water
over Shamrock's faint hope. "First, let's see what you've been
hiding."
Dark Damsel's cuts had been pure artistry. Shamrock felt
herself turned around, looked up and saw the balcony where Lennie
and Dori sat, filming the entire debacle, then felt Dark Damsel's
hands at her costume's neck.
One quick pull and the top came apart and was flung aside,
her bra going with it.
"No, no, don't!" Shamrock felt those hands grip the waist
band of her tights and panicked.
"Too bad, bitch!" Dark Damsel pulled and Shamrock felt the
cool air on her skin. She was now naked except for her boots and
mask.
"I see you're a true redhead."
Shamrock flushed. "Please . . ." There was no mercy in
Dark Damsel's eyes.
"You won't need that mask any longer." And it, too, was
gone. "Now, let's just show your face to the cameras you say
are out there."
Shamrock was paraded in a short circle, her head held back
by the hair so anyone filming could get a good shot of her face.
This was bad, very bad. "Oh!" The Damsel pulled her along
towards the chair. Shamrock felt sick. She didn't even bother
to plead, knowing pleas would fall on deaf ears.
She heard Dark Damsel gasp as she sat down on her tender
rear and had to smother a little laugh. Then there was no
problem with laughing as she was pulled over Dark Damsel's
knees.
"Aggh!" Dark Damsel started with her hands, with a
strength Shamrock had not known she possessed. She writhed as
the pain went shooting up her nerves to explode in her brain.
"No! Please!" It was no use, if anything the speed and power
of Dark Damsel's blows increased.
"I just hope, like the rest of you, no doubt, that Dark
Damsel never becomes angry with me!" Dori's eyes were wide and
excited. "Wow! Even without our special microphone, you can
hear Shamrock's bleats from here." To demonstrate, Dori turned
the dish away. Sure enough, Shamrock's cries came through
clearly, though from far away. "Well, looks like Dark Damsel
is finished. Let's hear what she has to say . . . no, she's
reaching into the tote bag. Whoa? That's an vicious bit of
equipment."
Dark Damsel held the buttplug in front of Shamrock's face.
"So, you were going to use this on me?"
"No, no. It was only going to be used as a threat . . ."
In the monitor which showed Tom's view, one could clearly
see the tears streaming down Shamrock's face. Meanwhile Lennie
zoomed in on Shamrock's rear where the action was about to take
place.
"It's your toy," Dark Damsel growled as she placed the
head of the plug on Shamrock's anus, "*you* play with it."
The howl as she shoved let everyone know that Dark Damsel
was angry through and through and that there would be no mercy.
Then, as viewers across the city witnessed, Dark Damsel picked up
the paddle that Shamrock had set down and went to work with a
vengeance.
"Enough!" Dark Damsel, her anger subsiding, threw down the
paddle with disgust. "It's time for you to be turned over to
the police." She stood the quivering, crying woman on her feet
and began leading her towards the door.
Dark Damsel was caught by surprise as Shamrock suddenly
made a break for it, but didn't head for the door.
"Now, Liam!" the naked woman screamed as she dived into
the Ventilator.
Dark Damsel flung herself to one side even as a dart
struck the roof nearby. She rolled quickly to her feet and
looked up to see two men struggling on a balcony of the Bascombe
Inn. One held a rifle the other . . . she shook her head
minutely, the other seemed to be Robin Hood?
Her attention was torn back to the door to the stairway
as the sound of gunfire echoed from below. She looked to the
Ventilator, then to the door and back.
"Damn!" Dark Damsel sprinted towards the door.
She took the stairs as fast as seemed prudent, then
burst out of the door to the 15th floor. She stopped stunned.
There, on the floor, was Green Lantern, holding a bloody hand
to a wound in his upper arm, cradled by Catwoman as The Lone
Ranger, gun smoking stood over them. Farther on down the
hall were three hoods, hands over their heads; a fourth
was down on the floor, dead.
"Ah, Dark Damsel. Good of you to drop in." Dark Damsel
recognized Ray Barton's voice. The Lone Ranger smiled at
her, "I reckon you'll be coming Downtown with us."
Dark Damsel froze inside. "I reckon not."
The Ventilator escape was supposed to be used by
Dark Damsel. Shamrock would have shoved her in, pretending
all the while to be trying to stop her. Now the ruse stood
her in good stead. It was a handy escape for her.
The vent had been altered for this purpose, and Shamrock
exited two floors below, coming out like a sack of laundry onto
the prepared pads. She looked around. There was nobody there
to greet her. Where were the rest of the gang?
She heard gunfire from the floor above. "Not good, not
good," she muttered and struggled to her feet. She crossed
the hallway and pushed through an unlocked door into the
prepared room. The window had been forced open and a line
stretched from the room across the street to the Hub City Hotel.
In readiness, on the line, was a small swing seat.
They were to have tied Dark Damsel across it and sent her to
the hotel. Now it would be Shamrock's escape. It was no easy
matter with her hands tied behind her, but desperation drove her
on. She finally got herself into position and then dropped
herself over the seat. Her weight released the brake and
the naked woman began coasting across the street to the floor
below.
Quickly she built up speed and became afraid that she'd
lose her balance and fall to her death but, just as her
balance started to go, she sailed through the balcony door and
was deposited on the big king-size bed. Although it was cool
out, and in the room, she was sweating.
There was no time to lose. Shamrock stood and went to the
open closet. Inside was the long, ankle-length cloak which was
to have covered Dark Damsel. It would cover her completely. It
was the work of some minutes, however, to get it around her
shoulders. The only problem was she couldn't fasten it closed
in front. The natural drape of the cloak would have it closed
if she stood still, but when she walked--if she walked too
fast--or if there were a breeze, it would open and any would
be able to see that the woman underneath was naked.
She would have to walk slowly. At least, with it being
Hallowe'en, none would question the costume. Getting out of
the room was a struggle, but she managed it and carefully made
her way down the hall to the elevators. A man was standing
there and gave her the once-over with his eyes. She ignored
him.
The elevator doors opened and she stepped in and to the
side. The man pressed the lobby key.
"Parkade level, please," she requested. She gave a
great sigh of relief as he complied. In the parkade the van
waited with Tam at the wheel. He'd get her out of there and
back to the hideout. As for Dark Damsel, there was still Sean.
The elevator doors opened on a deserted parkade and again
Shamrock breathed a sigh of relief. The van was just . . .
"Damn!" she whispered. The van was there, all right, and
so was Tam. But Tam was trussed up, sitting against a tire
while Minx stood above him, keeping watch. It had been sheer
luck that she'd looked over to a car starting up when Shamrock
had stepped out.
The exit to the parkade was out of Minx' vision and
Shamrock quietly, slowly made her way out and into the fading
sunlight. It was getting colder out and the cloak wasn't at
all warm. Where would she go? "Of course!" she exclaimed
quietly, then smiled.
Dori was on her feet as Dark Damsel disappeared. "Did
you get that last?" she demanded of Lennie, though she knew
he had. The station had gone to commercial.
"Perfectly."
"Good. Now we have to get downstairs quickly to interview
Dark Damsel as she comes out."
A voice came through her headset.
"Yes? What? What! It's my story! No. No, I understand."
Dori tore off the headset and threw it down on the bedside
table.
"What is it?" Lennie asked.
"That bastard of a manager sent Frenchie down to do the
street interviews! Told me to help you pack it up here then
get back to the studio. Bastard!"
Frenchie was the news anchor at SMU-TV. He was roundly
hated by all of the other staff. Lennie grimaced and dragged
the camera back inside the room. Then he grinned and set it
up, first pulling the tape canister from it then training it
on the pacing Dori.
"What're you doing?" the angry young woman asked him.
"Our deal, remember?"
Dori glared at him. "I don't remember anything about you
filming anything."
"There's no film. See?" He didn't mention that he still
had his own recorder hooked to the camera output.
"Then what's the point," she was now looking at him, a
very slight smile struggling to pass her grim visage.
"Gets me excited. I like cameras. I'm a bit of a voyeur."
He looked at her a warm smile coming to his lips. Softly he
spoke, "Take it off, Dori, take it all off."
She laughed, some of the bitterness banished. "You little
perv. You want a strip-tease?" The thought of taking him to
bed was beginning to get her interested. She hadn't finished
what she'd started on the balcony and her body was clamouring
for relief. The idea of doing a strip in front of a camera
had its attractions. She liked the idea of being taped, of
turning Lennie on. The actuality would have left her cold,
but the idea excited.
"Well, I guess you earned it. I wouldn't have missed that
for the world. Any chance I could get a copy of that tape?"
"Absolutely--if you can run interference for me at the
station."
"Not a problem." She took a deep breath. "Give me a
minute." Dori went to the radio, found a suitable station with
a driving beat, then began to dance.
This was too good, Lennie thought. Some of the boys at the
station would pay handsomely to see this.
Dori swayed and licked her lips. She reached back and
undid her hair, allowing it to cascade down around her shoulders,
and blew the camera a kiss, quirking an eyebrow.
Then it was bump and grind as the clothes came off. She
played to the camera and to his obvious enjoyment as occasionally
he lifted his head to give her encouragement.
The bra went flying over his head and she cupped her breasts,
pushing them together for cleavage. Her mouth was in a small
pouty circle, then she coyly looked up from under her brows,
teased each nipple to hardness and licked her lips lasciviously.
She made a typical stripper production of the panties,
turning her back to the camera and pushing them down without
bending her knees. She had a nice ass, Lennie thought, and he'd
love getting his hands on it.
She laughed at the tent at the front of his pants, threw
herself backwards onto the bed and spread her legs for him.
"This what you want, big boy?" She was really getting into
it and pressed one finger inside herself, then licked it off,
quirking that eyebrow again.
Christ, she was hot, Lennie thought, but the brown patch
confirmed his suspicion that she dyed her hair. He focused the
camera on the bed then stepped out from behind it and shed his
clothes.
"Come and take it, big boy," Dori laughed, throwing both
arms and legs wide." Which is precisely what he did. He threw
himself on her and entered her in one quick motion, enjoying the
grunt she gave forth.
She was warm and soft inside and eager. Her legs came up
and her heels found his butt and with every thrust of his, she
added to it and brought herself to meet him.
"God, you're hot, baby," Lennie told her. He was on his
elbows, his forearms under her shoulders. He hooked his hands
around the top of her shoulders and pulled her down with every
thrust up, battering into her. She kept thrusting up to meet
him. "Harder, Lennie, harder," she gasped.
He gave her exactly what she wanted, though he knew he
couldn't last long. It didn't matter. She was so hot from
her self-ministrations during the fight that she suddenly went
tense.
"Yes, baby, yes!" Lennie kept plunging into her as her
face contorted.
"Oh, god! OH GOD! OHHH!" Her back bent and carried him
upwards with her. Lennie was in heaven. This was the first
woman who'd ever come while he was fucking her. Either he got
them off first, or after. This was special. He drove hard into
her, driving her back down until she collapsed.
He was almost there--couldn't think. What *was* her name?
Had to get it out right. Woman loved it. Made them feel special.
"Dori!" he cried as he came and collapsed on her.
Her arms came around him and held him there. Neither of
the heard the words from the discarded headset.
"Oh my god! Dark Damsel has been shot!"
Chapter 11
"Oh, I think you'd better come with us," Ray Barton
told Dark Damsel.
"Not a chance. No way I'm going to prison, or revealing
my true identity, over things I didn't do." Dark Damsel prepared
to back away, back to the staircase.
"I believe you," Ray told her, much to her surprise,"and
Officer Nasturant, here, says she has proof."
Dark Damsel looked more carefully at Catwoman. It *was*
Nasturant. Her eyes narrowed. "Kitty," she spat out, and
watched Rebecca's eyes go wide. Bullseye! A closer look at
Green Lantern revealed him to be William. She grew cold
inside. These two had used her, then pretended friendship.
She would not forgive. Of all the betrayals, this was the
worst. It far eclipsed Minx's failure to back her up. Her
face suddenly blanked.
"Proof?" she asked.
A determined expression came across Rebecca's face.
"I was following you, had you in sight, when 'Dark Damsel'
attacked the courier."
"It was only her declaration that got us past Minx without
a fight," Ray added.
"Minx?"
Ray looked puzzled. "Minx," he confirmed. "She was
waiting downstairs, told us that we'd have to go through her
to get to you--and there were six of us. When you make friends,
lady . . . . Anyway, we came up the stairs--William defused
the booby-traps and . . .
"Booby-traps?"
"Yes. These clowns," he indicated the men with their
hands against the wall, "mined the stairway so we wouldn't be
able to get up to you in time. William has had some experience
with that sort of thing and got us up here." Barton laughed
suddenly. "Never seen anything like it. The goons make their
appearance and he goes at them--all four of them--and them
with guns."
Dark Damsel looked at William. "You did that *and* took
a bullet for *me*?" There was wonder in her face.
"You're a friend," he grimaced through the pain.
"And you. . ." she indicated Rebecca then stopped. The
officer said she had her in sight when the last Dark Damsel
robbery went down. At that time she hadn't been in costume which
meant . . .
"Where's Shamrock?" William asked.
Dark Damsel shook herself. "Blast. She got away. Dove
down the ventilator. She must be somewhere in the building."
She turned to leave.
"A moment," Ray coughed apologetically.
"Oh, yes, sorry." Dark Damsel helped Ray secure the
three thugs, then the two of them left William and Rebecca
to begin a search of the upper floors even while sirens told
of the police surrounding the building.
"We can cover more territory if we split up," Dark Damsel
told Ray.
"Not a chance. *I* know you're innocent, but if you run
into any other police officers, they're going to try to take
you in."
Dark Damsel reluctantly admitted he was correct and the
two of them went from room to room . . . the unlocked ones
posed no problem and Ray was a little taken aback at the
ease with which the Damsel picked the locks of the others.
"Good thing I can't see what you're doing," he grinned.
One flight down they came to Shamrock's escape route.
Dark Damsel took one look, grabbed one of the prepared
sliders, hooked it over the cable and jumped.
"Wait . . . Oh, shit. I'm too old for this sort of
thing." Ray glumly took another slider, closed his eyes and
went out the window after her.
"Ooof!" He hit the bed with a jolt and opened his eyes
to Dark Damsel's laughter.
"Don't tell me you kept your eyes closed all the way
across?"
"Careful who you're laughing at," he replied, his eyes
on her bosom.
Dark Damsel looked down, to see that her landing had
loosened her temporary repair, and her laughter almost
finished the job. One breast was showing. "Oops."
Ray suddenly realized he was staring and looked away, a
blush coming to his cheeks.
"It's okay, Ranger," Dark Damsel said softly, "my friends
are allowed."
Ray looked up. She had made no effort to cover. He took
one more look. "It's very nice."
"I think so. Give me a hand while I tape it back up."
Ray held the costume in place, enjoying the feel of her
soft breast beneath his hand, while Dark Damsel took a roll
of tape from her pouch made herself presentable.
A quick search of the room revealed nothing and they
headed out and to the elevators.
"The parking level, I would think," Dark Damsel suggested
and Ray pushed the button.
"Minx!" The garishly painted heroine spun around as Dark
Damsel and Ray charged out of the elevator.
"Interesting get-up, Tonto," Minx replied, reminding Ray
of how he must look. "Got one here for you."
"Did you see Shamrock?"
"No, DD, but it's possible she may have slipped past me
if she came this way." Minx dragged her victim to his feet
and the four headed out to street level.
A cop noticed them and came running over. Ray dug out
his badge and held it up, expecting anything but the wide smile
on the face of the officer.
"Dark Damsel! It's good to have you back."
"Pardon . . ." Her quizzical look made the officer think
twice.
"Haven't you heard? Your fight was on television and
Shamrock confessed in front of the whole city--least that's the
word we got down here on the street."
"Have you seen a redheaded woman," Ray broke in.
The officer looked at his badge and his smile faded. "No,
Sir. But I just got here. Cordaire was first on the . . ."
The gunshot was loud and echoed in the street.
Colleen shivered as she neared her destination. She was
cold. The cloak was better than nothing, but not all that much
better and it was getting late.
An errant breeze started to blow open her covering and she
had to turn quickly and back against the wind to prevent it from
opening her up to the view of other pedestrians. Fortunately,
no had noticed--she thought.
There it was. Now, if only someone was still there. It
was Megan's Boutique. There were lights on in the back, but
the door was locked. Colleen cursed. She knocked on the glass
door with her booted foot. Waited. A head appeared at the
curtain to the shop in the back then disappeared. It was,
Colleen thought, Diane.
Damn you, bitch, get a move on. Now Megan's head appeared
then disappeared. The bitch was going to leave her outside to
freeze. Colleen's eyes narrowed in anger. Megan would pay.
She'd fix her so . . . Diane, it was indeed Diane, appeared
once more and moved through the store towards the door. She
was carrying a key with which she unlocked the door and allowed
Colleen to come in.
"About time," Colleen snapped as she moved past Diane and
headed towards the back. She didn't see the anger flare in
Diane's eyes.
"Thanks. Good-bye." Megan hung up the telephone and turned
to meet Colleen.
"Get rid of the help, Megan," Colleen ordered.
"Interesting fashion statement," was the reply. "Diane,
take Ms. O'Brien's cloak for her."
"That won't be necessary," Colleen growled, but Megan simply
stood there as Diane came up behind Colleen and removed the cloak.
"As I said," Megan couldn't help grinning, "an interesting
fashion statement." She walked around the fuming redhead and
examined the ties which held Colleen's hands crossed high on
her back. "Ooh, that must be uncomfortable."
"A little. Now, cut the ties, Megan."
"We don't really have time to get into that now, Colleen,"
Megan replied. "The police are on their way here right now.
Would you like to talk with them?"
Colleen's eyes widened with fear.
"I thought not. Diane, get the nightie we were discussing."
Megan turned back to Colleen. "I think we can hide you, but
you're going to have to play it cool. Yes, that's it. Put it
on Colleen here and take the cloak. Yes, that hat'll do fine."
Colleen stood there, wondering what was going on as Diane
dropped the nightie over her head. It went down to her upper
thighs. "What's this all about?"
"We can't let the cops find you here, so we're going to
hide you in plain sight. In the window. You're going to be a
mannequin. Nothing else for it, I'm afraid. Quickly now.
They'll be here soon."
Megan pushed Colleen out into the store front, pushed her
up to the display window, up the steps and out onto the platform.
"Now be very still. Don't move in the slightest or we'll
give away the whole show."
Diane posed Megan, legs spread about a foot and a half
apart, put the wide-brimmed dark hat on her head, low over her
eyes and placed her cloak on her, tying the string at the neck.
She put hands on hips and pushed Colleen until she was standing
hip shot. She then turned out the cloak so the wings rested on
Colleen's shoulders, showing off the nightie to advantage. Colleen,
about to complain, froze. A car had stopped at the curb just in
front of the Boutique and two men, obviously detectives from their
appearances, got out and headed towards the door.
"Quiet now," Diane whispered as she spread out the cloak
in the back, allowing it to billow out over a few small props.
There was a low lamp in the back, now under the cloak, and with
a smothered chuckle, Diane turned it on. She then turned from
Colleen and began arranging the rest of the display.
"Thank you for coming, Gentlemen," Colleen heard Megan
tell the cops. "As I told you on the phone, I made the costume
for this 'Shamrock'. At the time I thought it was just a
Hallowe'en costume. The same woman came back some days later
saying that she wanted a Dark Damsel outfit as well. I made it
for her."
"Did she say why she wanted it?" The pointed question of
the deep voice made Colleen want to run. But there was nowhere
to run to, so she stood, frozen.
"She told me it was a Hallowe'en costume."
"Why not just go to a costume store? Looking around,
costumes don't really seem in your line."
"They aren't. But she wanted it professionally done, and
she knew me from school."
The interest of the detectives picked up and Colleen wanted
nothing more than to smash Megan in the teeth. She almost jumped
when Diane's hand brushed against her calf. Diane was laying out
something on the floor of the window. Colleen couldn't tell what
it was.
Diane stood up in front of Colleen and, as Colleen listened
with horror to Megan telling the detectives her past, her names,
everything, Diane moved to adjust her hat. But while one hand
was on the rim of the hat Diane's other hand began rubbing at
her nipples through the thin material of the nightie.
It was all Colleen could do to keep silent. Her nipples
were erect and pushing out against the silk, begging for more
attention. Diane smiled wickedly into Colleen's face then moved
away.
It was getting darker out and Colleen could now see her
reflection in the window. She gasped. Her nipples were well
and truly on display, and that little spotlight behind her,
under her cloak, made the nightie a see-through. One could
see her pubic hair and, if one looked carefully, her nether
lips. She cursed Diane and Megan under her breath, but dared
not move.
"It was only when I saw this 'Shamrock' character on TV
that I realized it was Lucy, aka Colleen, and by the end
I realized just why she had wanted the 'Dark Damsel' costume."
"We really appreciate you calling us. If only more
citizens were like you, we'd have a better city. Now, if you
could give us some more detail on . . ."
Diane had placed a stool in front of her and sat down on
it in order to do Colleen knew not what. At least she was
blocking the view of her privates. A touch on her thigh made
her look down only to meet Diane's gaze, a devilish light in
her eyes.
Oh, no. She couldn't! Apparently she could, for that
hand crept higher and traced her lower lips, moved back to
finger the buttplug which was still stretching her, and finally
returned to her pussy. Then with a wink, Diane pushed a finger
inside. The bitch, the bitch, the bitch! There was nothing
she could do. Not and not get caught by the cops.
She couldn't suppress a little groan as a second finger
joined the first. They moved in and out, pressing one way, then
the other, making life hell for the redhead. This one, she
decided, would pay for her indiscretions. Colleen kept herself
under control by considering just how Diane would pay.
At last the two detectives left, but before Colleen could
move out of the display window, a young couple had stopped in
front of it and they were looking at her closely, wondering,
no doubt at the realism of the mannequin. Finally they moved
off, and Colleen, her face now red, for she'd seen just where
the young man had been looking, was able to head for the
relative safety of the back room.
"Untie me, you bitch," she glowered at Megan.
"Diane, please remove the cloak and nightie so we can take
a look at her bonds."
Diane complied.
"You know, I was just about to leave the city. I knew that
eventually you'd come for me, to make sure I couldn't talk to
the police. Now, with what's happened, I decided that if you
knew I'd already spilt my guts, the only thing you could come
after me for was revenge."
"Others have feared my revenge," snarled Colleen. "I think
you are in for another lesson."
"Yes. A lesson would be in order."
Colleen couldn't understand why Megan was taking this so
calmly. And Diane just stood there with a smirk on her face.
"You know, I think you are unaware of what exactly has
transpired. Your little bout with Dark Damsel was on SMU-TV."
"I know. I arranged it. What of it?" Her face was red
with anger. The bitches still hadn't made a move to cut her
bonds.
Megan looked astonished. "You knew they were there and
still admitted that you'd pulled the 'Dark Damsel Robberies'?"
The blood drained from Colleen's face. "What are you
talking about?" She didn't think she really wanted to know.
With a savage smile Megan told her, then went to the video
to show her. "So, you see, I don't think that the Organization
is going to be very happy with you for spouting their name all
around, not to mention hinting that they'd help the law deal
with other gangs. And," Megan laughed, "any other gangs are
going to be looking for you, knowing that you would devise such
a thing."
Colleen was at a loss. It was a disaster. Her mind spun
trying to think of ways she could get out of this. No answer
appeared.
"Your face will be in every post-office. Every criminal
organization *and* the Law will be after you. I don't think that
I have any need to fear you any longer. If you don't get out
of the city, I don't think you'll be free for long. You'll
either be in jail or dead."
Colleen stared at the thin woman in front of her. She was
right. How could those bastards at SMU-TV done it? There were,
she knew, no microphones on the roof. Her attention came back to
Megan and Diane, who were smiling, waiting for her.
"You mentioned a lesson, Colleen. I think that it is time
for it, right now. Diane?"
Diane, who had moved out of range of Colleen's sight suddenly
appeared at her left shoulder. Colleen heard a slight whoosh
and then her ass was on fire. "Aggh!" She tried to turn away,
but Diane's left hand grasped her left arm and Megan grabbed her
right. The lash came whipping up against her already sore
derriere again and again. With each sharp crack, Colleen let
out a yelp and jumped.
This couldn't be happening to her. She was the one who gave
'lessons'. They had no right . . . . Tears were coming down her
face. "Please, enough, enough, please," she begged.
"Enough, Diane."
Colleen breathed a sigh of relief.
"Diane wasn't happy to find out that you'd tricked her into
punishing me, Colleen. She was less happy to know that you took
away videotapes of her and me."
Colleen didn't like where this was going.
"That's right, Colleen, *dear*. So, I think you owe us
a tape."
"I'll send them back to you, I swear," Colleen told them
desperately.
"Not good enough. We starred in a tape for you, it's only
fair that you star in a tape for us," Diane told her menacingly.
"And you'd better be good."
"Here's the deal, Colleen, old friend," Megan pinched at
Colleen's nipples, causing her to gasp. "You get us both off and
act like you're enjoying it and we cut you loose and let you go.
You don't want to play actress, we let you go now. As you are."
"My cloak?"
"We'll keep that. You didn't pay me enough for that last
costume. The hours I worked . . ."
"Deal," Colleen gritted out between her teeth. There wasn't
much else she could do.
Diane smiled a syrupy smile and stripped off her clothes.
She climbed up on the large bed, put a couple of pillows
against the wall and propped herself up on them, in a semi-reclining
position, her legs spread.
Colleen, liking none of it, knelt on the edge of the bed,
between Diane's legs, and bent over and allowed her head to be
guided to Diane's pussy.
It was awkward and although she had done this before, in
her rise to the top of the crime gangs of The Hub City, she had
never really enjoyed going down on another woman.
"Yes, use that tongue, oh, yes," Diane moaned as she traced
circled around her hard brown nipples and over her breasts.
Colleen went at her task with an increased fervor, wanting this
to be over with as soon as possible. Diane was now holding
her head by the hair, guiding her back and forth. "Yes,
my love, that's just what the doctor ordered," cooed Diane.
It is funny how you can tell by ear whether a person is
smiling when she talks. Colleen could tell that Diane was
smiling. And 'my love'? What was that?
"Oh!" Colleen cried out, but couldn't move, Diane's grip
was too tight. *Now* she knew. The 'my love' referred to
Megan, and 'what the doctor ordered' was probably the selfsame
dildo and harness which she had left for Diane to use on Megan.
"Oh. Oh. Oh," Colleen grunted as the thin blonde began
thrusting into her pussy. Well, at least it was her *pussy*.
It had been so long since she'd had something in there that
she'd almost forgotten what it was like. And Megan couldn't
take her ass. The buttplug which she'd intended for Dark
Damsel, and which Dark Damsel had used on her, was still there.
Megan suddenly stopped. It was as if she'd heard Colleen's
thoughts for she suddenly started examining the buttplug with
her fingers. "Oh, you're going to love this," Colleen heard
Megan laugh. She didn't like the sound of the laugh.
Megan pushed her way back into Colleen, then took hold of
the buttplug and held her hand tight against her belly. Holding
the buttplug tightly, she began to withdraw, dragging the plug
out along with the dildo.
"Oh! Oh! OH!" Colleen cried into Diane's pussy as she was
relentlessly used, fore and aft, by Megan. Her poor anal ring
was being stretched unmercifully. Soon, however, she was
loose enough to even start enjoying the double penetration.
"Ow!" A sharp cuff to the ear reminded her of her duties
and she began licking at Diane again. The dark haired woman
began moaning more loudly and her hips began bucking up into
Colleen's face even as Megan sped up her taking of Colleen.
"Yesss!" Diane cried out, her thighs tightening around
Colleen's head. Colleen relaxed and tried to concentrate on
her own pleasure. Megan, however, stopped and withdrew, leaving
the buttplug solidly entrenched in her ass.
Colleen felt herself being rolled over and her eyes locked
with Megan's. She winced at the sadistic joy in her tormenter's
face. He also noted that the video camera had been moved for
a better angle shot.
"I believe you once said that I probably liked playing the
'boy' in my games with Diane. Now you get to see just what it's
like." Her lips turned up slightly. "Spread 'em! I want to
feel your tits cushioning me."
Colleen bit back her reply and complied. Her legs went
wide open for the blonde bitch. The bitch, however, was in no
mood to hurry. Instead she looked Colleen up and down.
"Nice body," she approved. "Not as nice as Diane's, but
nice. Hmmm. Those nipples of yours are hard. You must have
been enjoying yourself." A finger checked and Colleen blushed.
"You *were*," Megan accused. "You like it when the boys take
you from behind, eh? You like it when they play with your nips,
too?"
Megan began rolling the hard nipples between her fingers,
laughing at the gasps which issued forth. Then she flung herself
on top of the helpless Colleen and began riding her like a
madwoman. Colleen was in a state where she was nearly ready
to climax. All Megan had to do was . . .
Megan stopped and withdrew. As Colleen looked on, distraught,
Megan removed the dildo and harness.
"Diane. Ring gag."
"Megan, please . . ."
"I don't want you biting me."
"I won't."
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Colleen, dear."
Diane forced the ring gag into Colleen's mouth and buckled
it behind her head. Then Megan took her place on the bed, legs
spread for Colleen. Diane placed a couple of pillows for Colleen's
hips, then draped the hapless woman over them, face first into
Megan's pussy. Megan was more than just excited, Colleen realized.
She was dripping, her aroma heavy in the air. Colleen got to work,
slipping her tongue out through the ring gag.
"Argh!" she cried out as the flails from the whip came down
on her already tortured ass. Megan had been right. The pain had
caused her to try and bite down.
"Okay, slut," Megan told her. The whip stops when you've
made me come."
The lash came down again and again and Colleen cried out in
pain and frustration as it interrupted her attempts to drive
Megan over the top. Her ass was on fire once more. Suddenly, in
her mind's eye, she saw the video tape again, with Diane swinging
the lash enthusiastically at Megan's poor ass. She was certainly
reaping the whirlwind.
"Oh, God!" Megan finally stiffened and came. Diane ceased
the lashing and Colleen collapsed. A few minutes later, after
Megan recovered, Colleen was pulled to her feet. It was over.
"Did you enjoy that?" Megan smiled at her.
"You 'itch!" Colleen snarled as best she could, her mouth
held open by the gag. "No. Now undie me. We 'ad a deal."
Megan smiled even wider and Diane smirked at her side.
"If you remember our 'deal', you'll remember that you were
supposed to enjoy it, or at least pretend you did. I guess you
didn't want to play actress after all.
Colleen's eyes went wide.
Megan relaxed with a sigh. "Oh, hell. Diane, get her
cloak.
Diane placed the cloak around Colleen who closed her eyes
in relief. Her eyes snapped back open as she felt something
being placed around her neck. A collar! A leash was snapped
to it. The leash was about thirty inches long and hung down
to her pussy. Diane led her about for the video camera which
Megan manned.
Finally she led her to the back door of the shop. Megan
set up the camera and opened the door.
"Undie 'e 'leaze," Colleen begged.
"Not a chance." Megan glared at the cloaked and booted
woman. "And I've changed my mind again." She pulled the cloak
from Colleen's shoulders and gave a push which sent the naked
woman staggering into the alley.
"It's cold out there. Perhaps you can find some wino to
get you all nice and warm." She turned to close the door.
"Speaking of warm," the last words Colleen heard before the
door closed, "I'm just getting there. Come on, Diane."
Twenty cold minutes later, a violently shivering Colleen
tried to slip across a street to another alley. She almost
made it.
"What's this?" A hand grasped her shoulder and another
found and grabbed her leash. "Well, well. Looks like you are
just asking for it, lady." He looked her up and down and
groped a breast. "Well, I'm just the man for you." He forced
her into the alley and then onto her knees. In dismay Colleen
closed her eyes as she heard his zipper go down.
"Ugh!"
Colleen looked up as the man fell. "I've been looking all
over for you."
It was Sean and Colleen's eyes filled with love for this
man who had just rescued her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her
back to the street and pushed her into his waiting car. Quickly
he slammed the door and went back to the driver side, got in did
up her seat belt and drove off.
"What the hell happened to you?"
"I can'd dalk."
Sean's mouth twisted in disgust. "Just as well. Then don't.
You cost me three quarters of the gang. Couldn't just do it nice
and simple. No." His voice was dripping venom. "No, you had
to put on a show. And then Minx and Sapphire and about fifty
cops showed up." He shook his head. "A bloody fiasco." He
glared at Colleen as he came to a stop for a red light.
A couple of young men stopped short as they looked in the
car before crossing. The braver of the two knocked on the
passenger side window. To Colleen's dismay, Sean pushed the
button and the window rolled down.
"Wow. Dude. What's up?" The man ogled the naked woman.
"Going to a Hallowe'en party, my man. You like her costume?"
The Irish accent was gone.
"Whoa. Great."
"She's going as my slave. You can play with her until the
lights change."
The young man's eyes widened and he looked at Sean for
confirmation. Sean smiled his okay.
Colleen couldn't believe it and squirmed as the man's hands
were suddenly all over her. They tested her breasts and while
one squeezed a nipple, the other went lower and pushed to find her
slit. He pulled it back, grinning. "You're wet, woman." He
placed the wet finger into her mouth. "Lick it clean."
"Do it!" Sean commanded. Colleen obeyed. "Light's changed.
Hope you enjoyed the show."
"Thanks dude." Fingers gave a nipple one last pinch before
the car drove away, window rising.
"Don't bother asking. I'm pissed at you."
The rest of the drive was made in silence.
"Only good thing today, I got a shot at Dark Damsel. Don't
know how badly I hit her. She fell behind a car and I had to
run." Sean parked the car, walked around and opened her door.
He hauled the naked Colleen out and led her, by the leash, into
the hideout.
He'd shot Dark Damsel! For her. He'd done it for her, she
knew, and loved him for it. And he was right. If she'd just
taken Dark Damsel when she had her, she would be on top of the
world right now. Instead, the Irish gang was smashed; she was
persona non grata with every other gang in the city; her face was
now well known, as well as her name and alias; her plan to
vilify Dark Damsel had failed--had been sabotaged by her own
big mouth and her chance at getting back on the board of the
Organization was gone. If they caught her Royale would have a
field day. But, with Sean's help, she'd rebuild. She could
survive this.
Sean led her to the bedroom by the leash. She frowned.
She wished he'd get around to undoing her bonds.
"You cost me everything I worked so hard to build. Now you
are going to have to pay for it. Obviously you are of no use
to me on the outside. If anyone even knew I was sheltering you
I'd be in no end of trouble. Your only use to me, now, is in
bed. You'd better be worth it, lady."
Colleen lowered her head. Looking down, she nodded.
"Okay. Since you appear to want it . . ." he pushed her
to her knees and unzipped. His cock was up and ready and he
held her head and pushed it through the ring gag. She would have
gladly taken him in, but he was making a point, using her.
Later, she would change this, but for now she made no protest,
instead tonguing his cock, bobbing her head up and down on it
to the limits he allowed.
Too soon he pulled his cock out, pulled her up and then
threw her down over some pillows. She knew what was coming.
He pulled the buttplug out, much to her relief, then pushed
himself in. He was much longer than the plug and she enjoyed
the feel of him moving in and out.
The young man had been right. She was wet. Her body had
been on the verge under Megan. The urge had died after she'd
been thrown out, but even the idea of the stranger using her had
been somewhat exciting. She was hot and needed relief. Her arms,
however, were still held behind her. There was nothing she
could do.
Sean moved in and out of her, reaching under and rolling
her nipples between his fingers. It felt so good. Then he was
holding her shoulders and ramming in and out of her, using her
hard and mercilessly. She loved it, except that her poor ass
hurt every time his belly hit it. She could feel the excitement
rising, could feel the tingle which foretold . . .
She screamed.
Sean held the woman close to his chest. He'd untied her
and taken out the ring gag. They lay in bed together, watching
the news.
"And finally, the young woman in the Dark Damsel costume,
Jan Jensen, has given us this interview."
The camera showed a bright light brown haired woman in a
hospital bed. Her arm was bandaged.
"Yes, I was frightened, but it all happened so quickly.
Then the cops were all around and the ambulance came. I'm okay
now." The young girl--definitely not the Dark Damsel Colleen
had fought--suddenly smiled. "Then Minx and the real Dark Damsel
showed up and told me that I'd probably saved Dark Damsel's life.
That I was a hero! I guess that's worth missing a Hallowe'en
party for."
"So," the anchor was back, "to sum up. It has been an
interesting day. Dark Damsel's name has been cleared and Shamrock
has been exposed--no pun intended--for what she is. The police,
with the help of Minx and the mysterious Sapphire, have rounded
up most of the so-called Irish gang and all is well in our fair
Hub City. The only question that remains: Where is Shamrock?
Where is that Irish Lass?"
Sean hit the remote and killed the power.
Colleen looked up at him. "You tried. You couldn't have
known that a second 'Dark Damsel' was going to come out of the
Hotel."
Sean nodded grimly, bent and kissed Colleen on the forehead.
She closed her eyes. Sean smiled. She had climaxed while being
fucked in the ass without any other stimuli. Royale would be
pleased. His job was just about done. He felt a twinge of regret
about Jan Jensen, but her light flesh wound was no accident. He
was a crack shot. Her appearance in the ill-fitting Dark Damsel
costume had been a fortuitous event. And Colleen suspected
nothing. Not even that the nerve agent patch had been specially
doctored. Oh, and he'd have to remember to pick up the special
microphone from Lennie.
Sean looked down at the now sleeping woman. He hoped that
Royale would take her time reeling in the poor Irish Lass. After
all, he was enjoying getting his nightly piece of Irish Ass.
Epilogue
"That was nice of you to make that poor girl feel like a
hero."
"Well, Lone Ranger," Dark Damsel touched his cheek, "we
heroines have to stick together, right Minx?"
The statuesque blonde grinned back and patted Dark Damsel
on the ass, which undid the poor heroine's hasty repairs.
"Oops!" A quick cover-up and repatch was done. Then Dark Damsel,
Minx, Ray, William and Rebecca were outside, at the car and
motor bike.
"How did Sapphire fit into all this?" Dark Damsel wanted to
know.
"No idea. She just appeared leading two trussed up men and
turned them over to the police. She's not a friend of yours?"
Ray was surprised.
"Never met the woman. You, Minx?"
"Saw her once at a distance. I guess we can consider her
a friend." Minx stopped Dark Damsel before she could get onto
her bike. "Good friends are hard to find."
The Damsel stopped dead. She turned to look at William,
still in his Green Lantern outfit, and Rebecca, still the
Catwoman. They looked very uncomfortable and Ray looked back
and forth between the three of them, wondering what was going
on.
The tension in Dark Damsel disappeared. "You three were
headed for a Hallowe'en party?"
"I reckon so, Ma'am," the Lone Ranger told her. The other
two nodded.
"And you gave it up for me?" There was no answer. None
was required.
"Then the three of you--and you Minx--are invited to Dark
Damsel's secret hide-away for a late Hallowe'en party. Costumes
are required dress," she paused and looked at her watch--it was
11:40 p.m. "until midnight. Then masks and cowls are required
dress--if you are up for it."
The Green Lantern stared at Dark Damsel in wonder. A slow
smile came to his face. "I think I can get up for that."
The Lone Ranger was slightly taken aback as Catwoman put
forth a hand to feel him. "L.R. seems to be up for it already,"
she laughed and looked at Dark Damsel. "You and I can fight over
who gets to be Tonto."
"Why not both of us?"
The Lone Ranger flushed and looked to Green Lantern for
support. Green Lantern just shrugged.
"If you can't join them, lick them," was his advice. And
very good advice it turned out to be.
End of Dark Damsel: Betrayals by echo @ nym . alias . net
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