The Femme Defenders in: Six Little
Heroines!
By NoComeupance (nocomeupance@gmail.com)
Part
3: Spanks for the Memories
Author's note: This story follows
from Enter the Mind Mistress. You can probably pick up on
everything you need here, but reading that story will provide a
better introduction to the characters. All characters are my
original creations. Or, where stolen, they've at least had the
serial numbers filed off.
Bronco Buster landed, upside
down, in a clear, empty tube. She was now face-down on the white
metal floor, cowboy hat still perched atop her head, her stomach
resting against the side of the clear material that caged her, her
bent knees up in the air. The ride down had not been pleasant; it
involved a lengthy trip face-down on a metal slide. Her
substantial breasts had absorbed most of the friction and were now
bright red. Ordinarily she would be rubbing and blowing on them to
help calm the burning feeling, but her limbs remained hog-tied
behind her back. As such, her tits would have to remain pressed up
against the glass for the time being.
“Well now!
Looks like you were rode hard and put away wet!” sneered
Velvet Glove from her cage, somehow managing to be snide even as
she stood in nothing but her skimpy undies and trademark
gloves.
After much consideration, Bronco Buster decided
that a response to Velvet Glove's painfully obvious imprecation
was both unnecessary and unwarranted. She busied herself, instead,
with shifting to a more comfortable position. She rocked back and
forth a few times, finally managing to tilt herself over, then
roll so that her stomach was resting on the ground.
She
sighed as she contemplated her predicament. There on the
illuminated display case, for all who might care to look, was her
costume, jeans, shirt, vest, everything, while here she was,
hogtied, naked as the day she was born but for her cowboy hat and
a pair of singed sheriff-and-cactus underpants, with a few cactus
needles still sticking out of her biscuit for good
measure.
Still, she thought to herself, no sense
getting' all het up ov'r past mistakes. Ah'd best get tah work
getting' muhself outta this here predicament. She began slowly
working on the knots binding her wrists.
“Wow, that
was better than I could have hoped!” said the mysterious
captor, still shrouded in darkness, “I gotta say, I was even
a little worried you might beat my impossible round. But, if I'm
being totally honest, I probably would have just captured you
anyway. I mean, I thought about playing fair, buuuut then I
remembered that I'm the villain, and if I'm going to be a villain
I should really do it right, ya know? Anyhow, think about any
suggestions you might have; I've gotta take care of your friends,
but when I'm done I'll get you a pen and some paper and we can
figure out how I can improve.”
As she swiveled back
around, Bronco Buster took a moment to think to herself.
Tarnation! Ah cain't decide if thuh yippin' from this ornery
cattle rustler is more painful'n the sting in mah rear. As she
thought this, her hand grazed a long needle, sending a shock of
pain through her butt and causing her to wince. … Still
a tough call...
***
“Based on the length
of previous rounds and the time between when last the door opened
and now, I estimate the probability that Bronco Buster will not be
joining us at 97%. I suggest we move on,” said Mind
Mistress.
“We can't leave her behind,” replied
Jacky, determined, yet worried about the fate of her closest
friend on the team.
“I'm sure it's just an extra-long
round!” enthused Zoe, “She's just busy shootin' up all
those targets and getting a perfect score! B.B. never misses!”
“I
think we'd all be feeling a lot more calm if we just took a minute
to mellow out and realign our chakras,” said Flower
Power.
“An utterly nonsensical suggestion. Mystical
hokum has no bearing on mission performance; we may as well spend
the next hour composing Thanagarian tone poems for all the good it
would do,” said Mind Mistress, cocking an eyebrow at Flower
Power.
“Nothing that helps us achieve greater oneness
with the universe is a waste of time. Composing poetry would be a
helpful means of moving closer to personal self-realization,”
Flower Power replied, blissfully unaware of the sarcasm in Mind
Mistress's tone.
“I don't know whether composing
poems or aligning chakras will help, but we're certainly not going
to make any progress if we keep fighting each other,” said
Jacky, who finally felt that the sniping had reached the level
where she needed to intervene.
“Sitting in the hall,
waiting for Bronco Buster. I'm getting so bored!” Zoe said,
then smiled from ear to ear. Literally. When she was met with
quizzical looks she explained, “It's a haiku!”
As
the assembled rolled their eyes, the strange voice asserted its
presence once again.
“Hi! Sooooo you're gonna have to
move along without your cowgirl friend, I'm afraid I have her
now.”
Jacky winced, while Zoe looked horrified. Mind
Mistress only smirked, confirmed in her earlier predictions, while
Flower Power remained outwardly oblivious.
“We're
going to put an end to your reign of terror... whoever you are!”
shouted Jacky, waving her fist in the air.
“I'm sure
you will,” the voice smugged, “but not before you get
through my next little challenge. Be careful; there's more to it
than there may first appear! Are you excited? I'm
excited!”
“Alright, let's get moving!”
said Jacky, gesturing forward and setting off at a determined
march.
“But... B.B....” said Zoe. She shuffled
her feet a bit, clearly scared.
Jacky turned and walked
back to Zoe, taking her by the shoulders, “Look, Zoe, we've
gotta push forward. The only way we're going to rescue our friends
is if we beat whoever's behind all of this. And we can do it!
Sure, we're two women down, but we've still got super-human
strength, the smartest woman in the world, and your stretchiness
on our side!” At this she pulled on Zoe's right arm,
stretching it out like taffy, then wiggled it a little, making it
shake in a waveform. The teenaged heroine giggled.
“I
guess you're right. Plus we have all your skills on our side!”
Zoe said.
“Yep! Now lets get back in there and win
this battle!” Jacky pulled Zoe in for a quick hug, thankful
that she had received some acknowledgment of her own skills. Then
she turned around, only to discover that both Flower Power and
Mind Mistress had disappeared into the darkness ahead. She and Zoe
rushed forward, trying to move as quickly as they could while
still remaining cautious of their surroundings.
A light
illuminated a room ahead of them. As they approached it, they
heard Mind Mistress call out.
“Do not enter
the room! It is laden with traps!”
Jacky and Zoe
stopped in their tracks at the cusp of the doorway. Jacky turned
to Zoe.
“Could you scout it out for us?” Jacky
asked.
“Oh! Ummm... Sure! Errrr, do you mind if I...
do my eye thing?”
“Not at all!” Jacky
smiled.
“Cool! Because sometimes Velvet Glove yells
at me for being disgusting when I do it...”
“Well,
she's not here, is she?”
“I guess not!”
The
rubber heroine turned to the door and, with a little strain,
stretched her eyeballs out of her head into long, snaking tubes
that twisted around the edge of the doorway and then swept back
and forth, scanning the room like twin periscopes. Jacky did have
to suppress a slight queasy feeling in her stomach at the sight.
It wasn't exactly pleasant, but she wanted to show that she was
more tolerant than Velvet when it came to their young
teammate.
“The room looks empty,”reported
Zoe, snapping her eyeballs back into shape with a slightly
sickening slurp, “Mind Mistress and Flower Girl are in a
cage against the wall. There's a computer on the far wall, but
there's some sort of long hole in the middle of the
room.”
“Hmmmm,” Jacky pondered the
situation, “I need more information.” She turned
toward the doorway into the room and raised her voice, “Hey!
What happened to you guys!”
“We were proceeding
ahead, on the theory that you would catch up with us after your
wholly unnecessary pep-talk. I advised caution, but our oblivious
teammate here wandered aimlessly into the room. I was attempting
to stop her, when a loud alarm sounded and a hole opened up
beneath us, dropping us into a pneumatic tunnel that somehow
deposited us into this cage,” shouted Mind Mistress.
“This
room is very poorly arranged under the principles of feng shui,”
added Flower Power, “All the positive energy is being
blocked off and the bad luck is just pooling and
overflowing.”
“Yes,” replied Mind
Mistress, “I'm sure too much bad luck and not enough 'good
vibrations' are the reason an alarm went off and we got
captured.”
“Well, it couldn't have
helped...”
“Okay, enough!” said Jacky, “I
wonder....”
Jacky reached into her utility belt and
pulled out a small aerosol spray can. She gave it a little shake,
then sprayed it into the air around her.
Instantly, the
room was filled with a web of laser tripwires, made visible by the
aerosolized liquid. Jacky smiled to herself. This shouldn't be too
difficult...
Jacky walked forward, gingerly stepping over a
low-lying laser. She then hopped over a second trip wire before
dropping to her belly to crawl under a third. As she pulled
herself forward, the rounded edge of her bottom briefly grazed the
laser she was trying to avoid.
An alarm sounded. Jacky
startled slightly, but maintained her cool. A trap door swung open
underneath her and Jacky could feel air sucking into the vent,
pulling her down. She grabbed the edge of the trap door and
strained as hard as she could, trying to keep from falling
through. Her cape whipped downward between her legs, drawn in by
the suction.
At last, the trap door swung closed again.
Jacky relaxed for a moment. She took a deep breath and restored
her calm.
“It would seem,” offered Mind
Mistress, “that your posterior is slightly larger than you
were aware of. Circumstances suggest that you have, perhaps, been
overeating and not exercising enough, leading to an accumulation
of fatty tissue in your buttocks. I would suggest adopting a
calorie-restrictive diet after we complete this mission.”
“Thank
you!” said Jacky through gritted teeth, “That is
extremely helpful!”
Mind Mistress smiled, “I
calculate a sixty percent probability that your most recent
statement is intended to be taken sarcastically. Nonetheless, my
suggestion was serious; I have only your best interest and that of
the team at heart.”
“Duly noted,” growled
Jacky.
She crawled forward again, carefully avoiding
re-triggering the wire she had just crossed. After a foot or two,
though, she found her movement stopped by a tug at her neck.
Twisting to look behind her, she saw that her cape had caught in
the closed trap door.
Grumbling to herself, Jacky
unfastened the cape from around her neck, then climbed back to her
feet. The remaining lasers gave her no trouble and she soon
reached the opposite side. She turned around to see Zoe, watching
her with wide-eyes from the doorway.
“That was so
cool!” Zoe shouted, “You're like a super-spy!”
Jacky smiled and rubbed the back of her head. “Well,
I try... Now, I'm going to walk you through this. Just be very
careful and listen to everything I say, and I'll get you across
with no problems!”
“Oh, I guess I could do
that...” Zoe put her right index finger on the side of her
cheek, contemplating, “I could also just do this.”
Zoe
metamorphosed into a giant spring, compressed as far as she could,
then sprang forward. A series of alarms went off, triggering
trap doors throughout the room, but Zoe simply rocketed over them.
She landed next to Jacky, returning instantly to her original
shape.
Jacky grimaced. Once again she wished she had a
slightly more flashy superpower. Still, problem solved, time to
get to the next obstacle.
The pair turned around to look
at the trench. It stretched from one wall to the other and was
about ten feet wide.
“Do you think you can stretch
into a bridge?” asked Jacky.
“I can try!”
Zoe beamed.
The pair walked up to the edge of the trench.
As they neared the ledge a loud hissing sound started, followed by
a series of clicks, like a gas stove lighting.
Then-
*FWOOSH!*
The trench was ablaze as a series of
large gas-powered flames ignited, enough to cover the entire
length of the trench. The flames licked about six feet into the
air above the edge of the trench. Zoe began to sweat and back
away.
“I c-c-can't go through there. I don't do so
well with fire...” Zoe stammered.
“Can you
bounce over it?”
“I'd reeeeally rather
not...”
“Okay, well.... Hmmmm.....” Jacky
stepped back and contemplated the situation. How could she get
over to the other side? After a few moments an idea struck her.
“Could you turn into a long, skinny pole? Say, ten feet? Or
twelve? It should be stiff but rubbery.”
Zoe smiled,
“I think I can manage that. Why?”
“I'm
going to pole vault over the trench.”
“Do you
even know how to pole vault?”
“Of course!”
said Jacky, “I'm pretty good at it, actually!”
“Great!”
said Zoe, instantly transforming into a twelve foot pole. Jacky
picked her up, tested her heft, then walked back to the edge of
the lasers. She turned and took a few deep breaths, psyching
herself up.
“Wait!” said Zoe, “What I
meant to ask was, have you ever actually pole vaulted
before!”
“Nope!” smiled Jacky, then took
off at a run. About six feet in front of the trench she angled the
Zoe pole down, pressing it into the ground and jumping. Zoe bent
as she pushed against the ground, then snapped straight up,
sending Jacky arcing gracefully through the air.
Well,
almost gracefully. Jacky was careful to push Zoe backwards so that
her teen companion didn't fall into the trench, but in doing so
she failed to get the amount of height that an expert, actually
trained pole vaulter would have gotten. The tips of the flames
licked her butt as she flew over.
“YEEP!” She
shrieked.
Jacky landed on her butt on the other side of
the trench and proceeded to scoot around a bit in a rather
undignified fashion, attempting to put out the fire on her rear.
After a few moments the fire was extinguished and she let out a
long sigh of relief.
“Oh my God! That is too
perfect!” shouted the voice, which had heretofore remained
silent, “Jacky be nimble, Jacky be quick, Jacky jumped over
the candlestick! I mean, almost.” Jacky replied by glaring
in the direction the voice seemed to be coming from. “Sorry!
Don't want to interfere on this, just want to watch you in action.
I'll be quiet now.”
Jacky stood up and twisted her
torso to get a look at her butt. The yellow briefs were singed and
burnt through in parts, revealing the red tights beneath, but she
seemed otherwise not to be too much worse for wear.
A
computer terminal sat in the middle of the far wall. Jacky walked
over cautiously. The monitor displayed orange words against a
black background: “DISABLE SECURITY SYSTEM? Y/N”
“Well, that's suspiciously convenient!” Jacky
remarked to nobody in particular.
“I calculate a 78%
probability that the terminal is some form of trap,”
asserted Mind Mistress.
“Thank you!” Jacky
said. It was helpful having a hyper-genius on the team, but it
always felt like her green teammate was a little condescending
whenever she interacted with those less intelligent than her.
Which was everyone.
Seeing no better option, Jacky hit the
Y key on the terminal.
“PASSWORD:”
Jacky
bit her lower lip. She had some general knowledge of password
hacking, but that usually took time and a large number of guesses.
Still, she wondered... She tried “PASSWORD,” just in
case.
“INCORRECT PASSWORD. DO YOU NEED A PASSWORD
HINT? Y/N”
Well, thought Jacky, that should
be helpful. Jacky knew that a lot of times it was easier to
get into an account through back-door means, like providing
demographic information or an email address to reset a password,
than just trying to brute-force guess your way in. A hint could
prove useful, if she could manage to think like whoever set the
password... She hit the letter Y again.
“YOUR
NAME.”
Nuts! Jacky thought, who could be
behind all of this? She thought a moment. Female villains,
technological orientation...
“CEREBELLA”
“INCORRECT
PASSWORD”
“TRANSISTER”
“INCORRECT
PASSWORD”
“DOCTOR ATOMICA”
“INCORRECT
PASSWORD. YOU HAVE ONE FAILED ATTEMPT REMAINING. WOULD YOU LIKE AN
ADDITIONAL HINT? Y/N”
Jacky swallowed nervously. This
could end very poorly if she guessed wrong... She pressed Y.
“NOT
MY NAME. YOUR NAME.”
That took Jacky aback.
Was the machine talking to her? How did it know who she
was? Did it know who she was, or was this message intended
to be read by someone else? With a pit welling in her stomach, she
typed in “JACKY”.
“PASSWORD CORRECT. I
WOULD ALSO HAVE ACCEPTED JACKY-OF-ALL-TRADES, JACQUELINE, OR
JACQUELINE BAXTER. DISABLING SECURITY SYSTEM.”
The
flame jets in the trench died out, while the last visible lasers
in the diminishing aerosol spray flickered off. With a loud
*CLICK!* a door built into the bars of Flower Power and Mind
Mistress's prison unlocked and swung open. The triumph of victory
was almost enough to quell the unsettled feeling Jacky had in the
back of her mind that this challenge seemed to have been specially
tailored to be surmounted by her and only her.
“That
took you long enough,” said Mind Mistress, “For what
it's worth, I was using my sub-dermal neural implant to infiltrate
that computer system while I waited the eternity it took you to
free us. A surprisingly deep encryption and firewall structure for
a dumb terminal. Nonetheless, I was microseconds from freeing us
myself when you completed the task.”
“I'm
certain you were,” Jacky rolled her eyes, “And you're
welcome, by the way.”
Mind Mistress stared
quizzically at Jacky, “This may be a curious quirk of
Twenty-First Century custom that I have not yet familiarized
myself with. My understanding is that the phrase 'you're welcome'
is offered in response to the giving of thanks. I don't believe
that I thanked you.”
“Well, I want to
thank you!” gushed Flower Power, “Birds are free, love
is free, and I want to be free, too! Thank you for uncaging me,
from the bottom of my earth-body to the top of my spirit
self!”
“Yaay! We're all together again!”
enthused Zoe, “Well, I mean, most of us, but we did it! We
got through this room without losing anyone!”
“Are
we through this room, though?” asked Jacky, “There
doesn't seem to be any more danger, but there also isn't a way
out.”
“My neural implant indicates that there
is electricity flow between the terminal you used and...”
Mind Mistress squinted, clearly thinking hard, and pointed at the
terminal, then slowly moved her finger, tracing the
visible-only-to-her lines of radiant electricity flow. She moved
slowly, following the path around the outer wall of the room,
until she stopped with her finger pointed at the wall opposite the
prison cage, “That wall there.”
“Well,
let me take a look...” Jacky turned back to the computer
terminal. The words had changed. She felt a sinking feeling in her
chest as she read:
“HELLO JACKY-OF-ALL-TRADES. BY NOW
YOU HAVE HOPEFULLY FIGURED OUT THAT THIS ROOM WAS DESIGNED TO SHOW
OFF YOUR NOT-INCONSIDERABLE SKILLS. I KNOW A LOT OF PEOPLE
WRITE YOU OFF AS KIND OF A LAME HERO, ESPECIALLY YOUR SO-CALLED
COLLEAGUES IN THE SUPERHERO COMMUNITY, BUT I APPRECIATE ALL
THE SKILLS YOU BRING TO THE TABLE!! EVEN IF THEY AREN'T THE
FLASHIEST, THEY'RE SUPER-USEFUL!!
ANYHOW, I'M GUSHING. THE
OTHER THING I ADMIRE ABOUT YOU IS HOW MUCH YOU'RE WILLING TO PUT
THE NEEDS OF OTHERS AHEAD OF YOUR OWN, ESPECIALLY YOUR TEAMMATES.
SO, IF YOU WANT THE TEAM TO MOVE ON AHEAD, YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO
GIVE YOURSELF UP TO ME. SEE THOSE TWO HOLES ON THE FLOOR RIGHT IN
FRONT OF THE TERMINAL? I OPENED THEM UP WHEN THE SECURITY SYSTEM
TURNED OFF, BUT YOU PROBABLY DIDN'T NOTICE. ANYHOW, THERE'S A
CATCH IN THEM. PULL BOTH CATCHES AT ONCE TO OPEN THE DOOR. THAT'LL
ACTIVATE A TRAP THAT KEEPS YOU BOUND AND READY FOR ME TO COLLECT
FOR MY OWN NEFARIOUS PURPOSES (MWA-HA-HA!). YOUR TEAMMATES WILL BE
FREE TO MOVE ON, AND YOU'LL BE MINE TO DO WITH WHAT I WILL.
(TEE-HEE!)
SO, RIGHT ABOUT NOW I KNOW YOU'RE THINKING OF
WAYS TO THWART THIS WHOLE SETUP. BUT I ALSO KNOW THAT BY THIS
POINT, IF ALL HAS GONE ACCORDING TO PLAN I SHOULD HAVE VELVET
GLOVE AND BRONCO BUSTER IN MY CLUTCHES. I WOULD NEVER DO
ANYTHING TO BRONCO BUSTER SO DON'T WORRY, BUT IF PUSH CAME TO
SHOVE I WOULD TOTALLY KILL VELVET GLOVE IF YOU FORCED ME TO BY
DOING SOMETHING STUPID LIKE NOT FALLING INTO MY DASTARDLY TRAP.
ANYHOW, I'M TAKING WAAAAAY TOO LONG. SEE YOU SOON!
<3”
Jacky's mind raced. There had to be some way
to avoid this trap! She gazed down at the twin holes in the floor.
She could just make out some electronic-looking hand-holds at the
bottom. Maybe she could tie a line around them and trigger them
simultaneously? She did keep a 200-foot ultra-strong microfiber
filament in her belt for just this sort of thing...
“Any
luck?” Zoe called across the room.
The leader of the
Femme Defenders looked back at her companions and grimaced. Even
if she could find a way out of this, she wasn't willing to call
the mastermind's bluff on Velvet Glove. V.G. might get on her
nerves... a LOT... but she couldn't risk her teammate's life, not
when the others stood a good chance of making it through on their
own. Still... Jacky's mind raced. Maybe she could improve their
odds a bit...
“I can get us through,” Jacky
shouted across the room, “but I'm going to have to stay
behind. I need to remain here and keep the door switch
activated.”
“That is nonsensical. In the
microseconds since you relayed the problem to me, I have devised
five solutions to the situation that do not involve your staying
behind, ranging from the mundanely mechanical to the highly
sophisticated. Tell me the parameters of the problem and I will
give you an optimal solution,” said Mind Mistress.
“The
main parameter is that if I don't stay here, whoever's behind all
this will kill Velvet Glove,” said Jacky.
“Oh
no! That's terrible! But... what'll we do without you?”
asked Zoe.
“Mind Mistress should be able to get you
through the rest of this. She seems to have a handle on things,”
Jacky smiled.
A hint of nervousness played across Mind
Mistress's face, just briefly. The ultra-intelligent heroine took
a moment to collect her thoughts and access a part of her brain
that she generally had little use for. At last she cleared her
throat and spoke.
“I am, perhaps, a little...
withholding when it comes to emotional expression and
appreciation... As such, this seems an opportune moment to state
that I find your decisions to be notably wiser than those of most
of your peers. Myself excepted, of course,” a hint of a
smile curled the corners of Mind Mistress's lips, “I am
honored to be chosen as your successor on this mission. If it's
any comfort, I calculate a 58% probability that all members of the
team will survive this ordeal intact.”
Flower Power
looked stricken. “This is all just a huge bummer,” she
pouted, “Whoever's behind all this is a major
buzz-kill.”
“Before you go, I think I've
figured something out. I'm pretty certain this whole facility is a
giant trap just for us, designed to pick us off one-by-one. Velvet
Glove in the first room, then Bronco Buster, now me. Whoever did
this knows us very well.”
“I figured that out
two rooms ago,” sniffed Mind Mistress, “I assumed that
it was so obvious that it didn't bear stating out loud. I will now
dial down my expectations of all of you accordingly.”
“I'm
so glad I put you in charge...” mumbled Jacky.
Jacky
turned to look at the pair of holes, which somehow managed the
trick of being simultaneously mundane and ominous. She knelt down,
took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and put her hands
in.
*Click!* *Whiiiiiiirr!*
When she pulled the
triggers, twin panels on the side wall slid open, revealing a
hidden exit. Simultaneously, the holes in which Jacky had placed
her hands spiraled closed, trapping her wrists. Mind Mistress
strode quickly through the door with barely a glance back. Flower
Power looked sad as she slowly wandered after her. Zoe stayed
behind.
“I can't leave you here. Heroes don't leave
teammates behind!” the teenage heroine shouted.
Jacky,
awkwardly stuck with her hands in the ground, turned her head to
look at Zoe. The rubber teen was clenching her teeth as her eyes
watered, frightened, yet determined.
“You have to go
on! You're not leaving me behind, you're... sending me ahead. I'll
be waiting for you at the end. The other two will never make it
through without your help. Heck, I might not have made it through
this room without you! You can do it!”
Zoe stood
still, struggling with the conflict that roiled within her. At
last she clenched her fists, closed her eyes, turned, and ran out
of the room. The door slammed closed behind her.
Alone.
Jacky sighed. “Well, at least I have some time to myself to
think,” she said to no-one in particular.
“Oh.
My. God! That was amazing!” enthused the
mysterious voice that had stayed strangely silent throughout most
of the ordeal, “That was classic Jacky! I am
literally tearing up! This is just the best day ever!”
“I'm
glad you're enjoying all this. Really, that's why I'm here, to
provide you with entertainment. Now, could you let me go? My knees
are starting to hurt.”
“Yeeeaaaah, no. I can
get you off your knees, though!”
Jacky suddenly
found herself propelled upward at the waist. In half a second she
was on tip-toes, her legs dangling behind her as a vertical metal
slab, with top molded to match her waist, hoisted her midsection
in the air. Her wrists remained bound in the floor, making the
highest point on her body her nicely-rounded butt. Jacky kicked
and twisted, but found that her arm position made rolling off of
the slab both painful and anatomically impossible. She tried to
slip her hands out of her gloves, but the binding was just too
tight. What she wouldn't give to be stretchy like Zoe now...
“I
see you burnt a hole in your briefs. So, that's less than ideal,
not really mint condition anymore. Still, I guess that's partially
my fault...” said the voice.
“Partially?”
“Well,
time to collect my trophy...”
Two more holes opened
in the floor, and from them emerged a pair of robotic arms, each
with a white Mickey Mouse glove on the end. They reached over and
grabbed on to Jacky's yellow right boot, slowly working it off her
foot, then depositing it in yet another hole that had opened up in
the floor. They repeated the process with the other boot.
“Ugh!”
groaned Jacky, “Is this some kind of foot-thing?”
“No!
God! I'm just starting with the boots. Here, I'm taking the
belt off next.”
True to her word, the hands moved up
and unfastened the belt from around Jacky's waist, then dropped it
into the same hole as the boots. Jacky grimaced. She relied on
that belt for a lot of the tools she used to get herself out of
this sort of situation. Escape just became a lot
harder...
“There! I suppose now you're going to call
me some kind of belt-fetishist!”
“You know
what? It's a reasonable inference. We're a group of, let's be
honest, conventionally attractive women. Do you know how many
times I've been strapped up by some villain and had my feet
tickled?”
“Nine times.”
“Ni-”
Jacky paused, a bit surprised, “Oh. That's right.”
While
this riposte was going on, the robot hands had moved on to
daintily removing Jacky's singed briefs, leaving her in just her
red tights and stretchy latex top. She wore her outfit in two
pieces, top and bottom, with the seam between usually hidden by
the belt and briefs.
“Soooo.... I notice you're
taking my clothes off. I'm a little concerned about that,”
said Jacky.
“Oh, don't worry, this isn't going
anywhere rapey. I hate when villains just throw rape at
heroines as a way of motivating them or raising the stakes, as
though rape weren't a super-serious, life-changing thing. It's
just lazy.”
“Lazy?”
“Anyhow,
you can trust me. All the sex that's about to happen is going to
be totally consensual!”
“...
Hooray.”
The gloves grasped on to the hem of her
skin-tight shirt and pulled it up, freeing her small-but-firm
breasts to flop down toward Jacky's neck. The built-in support in
the chest area meant she didn't really need a bra. That didn't
mean she didn't wish she had one at the moment, but still...
The
hands hit a stumbling block when they reached the ground; with
Jacky's hands still bound in the floor, there was no way to free
either the shirt or Jacky's gloves.
“Hmmm, I hadn't
thought about that,” said the voice, “I guess I'll
just have to pull those off later...”
“Or. Or!
You could just put the shirt back on! It's kinda chilly in
here.”
“I can see that.”
Jacky
blushed. She would have covered her hardening nipples if her hands
weren't otherwise occupied at the moment.
The hands,
meanwhile, had moved down to the waistband of her red tights.
Jacky winced. She tried to remember what underwear she'd put on
this morning... It wasn't anything embarrassing, was it? She
consoled herself that at least she wasn't on her period, so it
wouldn't be any of those underpants. Still, what had
she worn today?
“Oh my God, they're perfect!”
The hands had dragged her tights to half-mast, the
waistband encircling her knees, and were now changing position to
pull them the rest of the way off. Jacky tried twisting her neck
and wriggling her waist to get a glimpse of her undies, which were
hidden by the vertical slab. Now she was really curious.
The
job was finished. Jacky had been stripped to her undies, with just
her gloves and a bunched-up shirt at her wrists to protect her
modesty.
“Okay, so, I feel like I should punish you
now, because while I didn't say you couldn't tell everyone else
about the secret message I wrote just for you on that terminal, I
think it was implied that it was just between us.”
“The
stripping isn't a punishment?”
“Oh, of course
not, silly! That's just preparation!”
Another wide
hole appeared in the ground and out of it, like Excalibur rising
from the lake, came a stainless steel cricket bat with holes
strategically drilled to make it more aerodynamic. One of the
hands grabbed it and held it aloft triumphantly.
“Oh,
for Pete's sake...”
“I think ten whacks should
be sufficient!”
The hand twisted around, holding the
bat gently against Jacky's protruding posterior. Jacky winced as
she felt the bat softly press against her cheeks. The feeling
disappeared as the bat reared back. Jacky clenched her buttocks,
anticipating the impact to come.
*WHACK!* “OOWWWWW!”
The
bat slammed into Jacky's butt, sending a shock of pain through the
heroine's system and causing her butt cheeks to ripple out from
the epicenter of the impact.
*WHACK!* “OOOO!!!”
Another
whack, this one all the more painful from the latent soreness of
the first blow.
*WHACK!* “AAAAHH!” *WHACK!*
“EEEEE!!” *WHACK!* “OUCH!”
Half-way
done and Jacky's poor hindquarters were beginning to swell from
all the punishment they were taking. Jacky felt a latent painful
tingle in her rear as she anticipated the second half of her
punishment.
*WHACK!* “EEEP!!” *WHACK!*
“AAAAH!” *WHACK!* “SON OF A-!” *WHACK!*
“OWOWOWOWOW!!”
Nine down, just one more to go.
Jacky winced as sweat beaded on her forehead. She could barely
stand the thought of even a single blow more on her pained, tender
behind. What's more, she had willingly submitted herself to all of
this. Here she was, leader of the Femme Defenders, stripped to her
undies and spanked into submission, and she didn't even know who
was doing it! The anticipation grew, worse than any blow could
ever be. Had she miscounted? What was going on? Where was the
tenth and final blow?
The hand reared back, tensing
metallic muscles as it prepared to deliver a full-force blow to
the heroine's swollen butt. It carefully calibrated, ensuring it
struck the tender target at just the right point with maximum
power. At last, all preparations and calculations complete, it
swung forward faster than the eye could see.
*WWWWHHHHAAAACCCK!!*
*CRASH!* “YEEEEOOOOOWWWWCCH!”
The final blow
hit the heroine so hard that her entire body swung forward into
the air, her bound wrists the fulcrum point of the wide arc that
sent her slamming into the terminal. Her feet crashed into the
screen, her butt smacked the keyboard. The harried heroine was
dazed and, apparently, confused.
“I'm sorry, mommy,
I'll never steal from the liquor cabinet again...” she
mumbled in a haze.
“Excellent! I think you've learned
your lesson! Now, time to join your friends Bronco Buster and
Velvet Glove...”
The vertical slab withdrew into the
floor and a large hole opened behind it. One of the gloved hands
grabbed onto the shirt that lay between Jacky's wrists, while the
other held her ankles together, then pulled them forward. She
swung back around, her bottom half landing in the hole. Air began
to rush around her, sucking her down. The force was too great for
her to resist in her dazed state. The bindings on her wrist
slackened and she found herself falling into the darkness. Her
hands were yanked out of her shirt as she fell, and the shirt
pulled the gloves with it. Jacky was falling through the darkness,
tumbling down and down and down...