By Wez4

 

 

Stumbling through the countryside, over fields, into streams and down rough stony tracks, captured crime fighter The Swan tottered precariously in her black leather thigh high boots. Such foot ware with it's 5 inch heel was a must for an ultra-sexy crime fighter but it was not ideal in those harsh conditions.

She had no choice however.

The premier crime fighter in the city of Falcon Haven was not having a good day to say the least.

The very least.

Expert lawyer Scarlett Van Lust and her plucky ward Kelly Cummings were now in the guise of their alter egos The Swan and The Cygnet.

The gorgeous heroines had earlier tracked down the whereabouts of their arch nemesis – a shadowy figure who went by the name of Angelo. A vile and evil man responsible for a large part of the drugs shipments which plagued the good city.

The Swan and her trusted sidekick the Cygnet broke into an abandoned log mill deep in the forest where they found Angelo and his gang. Easily outmatching their opponents, the heroines had victory snatched from their grasp when a bumbling security guard looking after the premises walked around the corner and found himself held by Angelo at gun point.

With no choice but to surrender to the foul fiend, The Swan and Cygnet were forced to sacrifice themselves in order to save the life of the innocent yet bumbling idiot guard.

Taking the leather clad avengers down to some neighbouring train tracks the distressed duo were tied spread eagled to the railway line. Angelo was something of a bondage freak and would often try to find new ways to torment The Swan with elaborate death traps.

Leaving the crime fighting duo to their impending doom, Angelo and his men quickly departed before the 2 o'clock to Falcon Haven showed up.

Fortunately a signal failure prevented the scheduled service from showing up and the two heroines were given a brief respite. Unfortunately they were still tightly bound and all hope of escape was rapidly decreasing - until two men with horses unexpectedly showed up in the nick of time.

However, as I pointed out earlier this was not a good day to be a crime fighter as the two men were hardly paragons of virtue. Seeking a way to make a quick buck, The Swan's saviours quickly turned into her captors as they roughly re-tied her wrists behind her back and knocked out her young ward The Cygnet.

Before The Swan knew what was going on she had been goat roped and was now being pulled along by her neck by the two men on horseback.

This pretty much leads us to the beginning of our story...

Eventually the exhausted redhead could take no more and fell to her knees. Luckily her captors had reached their destination - a small clearing amongst a wood revealing a log cabin.

She tested the bonds which gripped her wrists so tightly, but it was to no avail, the ropes wouldn’t budge an inch. Thankfully the noose around her neck had gone slack – the vicious brutes on horseback in front of her tied the other end to the saddle to keep their quarry from running off.

Meanwhile, the Cygnet slept peacefully slumped over the saddle of another horse – a heavy dose of chloroform ensuring she stayed unconscious throughout the ordeal.

“Come on now slut! On your feet!” one of the men grabbed The Swan's arm and forced the bound redhead to her feet. Suddenly she broke free from his grasp and kicked out at him. Her booted foot connecting with his stomach, doubling the brute over in pain.

She spun around and kicked him in the head sending the man flying but the instant he landed a rifle butt came out of nowhere and connected with the back of her head sending the brave beauty sprawling.

With her legs bound, The Cygnet could do nothing but watch her friend bravely battle – and lose – against their captors. The Swan lay on the ground, rolling around slowly and moaning.

“Right! You’ll pay for that!” the man shouted as he hoisted the dazed heroine back to her feet.

“Clyde! Stop dozing and give me a hand here!”

Clyde slowly stood up and dusted himself off, holding his head and stomach, moaning in pain.

“Stupid bitch! What are you gonna do with her Randall?”

“Just help me get her over here!”

The Swan was manhandled over to a tree. Her legs were tied at the ankles, knees and thighs. More ropes were tied around her body, pinning her arms behind her back. She winced as the all too familiar feeling of being tightly bound shot through her limbs. Her eyes narrowed as she felt her elbows glued together behind her back.

Randall began coiling strands of thin cord around her head and through her already gagged mouth. He then threw one end of the cord over a branch above her and began tugging on it.

The Swan's eyes widened in horror as she realised what he was trying to do. Her head tilted to the side a little as she felt her body being painfully lifted. He continued to pull on the cord until she stood fully upright. Tying it off, she struggled to balance, weakly attempting to keep her weight on her feet.

“There! That should hold you!” Randall laughed. The thug cupped her left breast in his hand and gave it a hard squeeze bringing moans of pain.

Thankfully she was still clad in her crime fighting uniform consisting of a black leather blazer, black leather mini skirt, white shirt poking out from beneath her buttoned up suit, black leather gloves and of course her boots and mask.

Painfully standing still she looked pretty much like a overly sexed up secretary as Randall continued to grope her left tittie. Her shirt was unbuttoned enough to show off her ample cleavage – buttons straining to contain the mammary flesh hidden underneath.

She could do nothing but stand there and take it. Her eyes rolled wildly as her assailant continued to help himself to groping her heaving breasts, putting finger and thumb over her nipples and squeezing them harshly through the soft white fabric of her shirt

The heroine moaned as she felt his hard cold grasp. Her sore nipples hardened as she felt herself getting hotter and wetter. Despite the pain and the agony, The Swan was beginning to get turned on.

“Nooooooooo!” she thought, “This can’t be happening! No one does this to…oh…..oh my…….hmmmmmm……oh yes……hmmmmmm…..yes…..harder …..harder please!”

“God damn! This bitch is getting turned on!” Randall laughed, “Look at how hard her nipples have become!”

The Swan's nipples weren’t the only ones getting hard. In the background, The Cygnet, dressed identically to her mentor, was being held upright by Clyde. The bound brunette was getting increasingly turned on by the sight of her friend playing the distressed damsel once again.

“Damn!” she thought, “Why do they always go after Scarlett first! When are they gonna play with me?”

It wasn’t long before her question was answered.

“Why don’t you take the little missy indoors Clyde while I have some fun with goody-two-shoes here!”

The Cygnet whimpered as the brute hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her inside, with The Swan watching - completely helpless. Her eyes narrowed as Randall started to grope her breasts with a little more vigour. Then suddenly, without warning he pulled up her skirt and ploughed his cock into her pussy.

With her head tilted upwards she wasn't able to see that Randall had unbuttoned his trousers whilst he fondled her breasts with his free hand. Not that she could anything about it anyway but an indication that it was coming would've enabled her to brace herself.

But it was too late now as she suddenly felt his enormous manhood invade her tight crotch. The distressed redhead screamed into her gag as the brute repeatedly pumped in and out of her. All those hidden feelings of wanton lust she tried to suppress were now rising to the fore as feelings of helplessness gripped her soul.

The heroine winced as she smelt his gross breath on her face but all the leather clad avenger could do was stare desperately up into the early evening sky. It only served to turn her on even more as the thought that her attacker was a vile scum bag seemed to press all the right buttons.

Something else was pressing her right now - again he thrust his cock into her, pounding her pussy like a jack hammer. Her mind emptied, her will collapsing as the assault continued long into the night.

After what seemed like an eternity Randall finally shot his load.

“Holy sheeeeet!” he cried, “I can't fucking hold it! Euuuurrrrggghhhhh!!!!”

The Swan clamped her eyes shut as she felt him cum hard inside her. It was then that she also climaxed, cumming like a tidal wave as all those feelings of desperate futility hit her like a juggernaut on the M1.

“Nnnnnggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!” she screamed, cries muffled in her oversubscribed mouth.

Exhausted, Randall withdrew and staggered off towards the log cabin. The Swan simply hung loose in her bonds with small amounts of cum trickling down her leg. Her eyes continued to look up at the ever darkening sky, slowly rolling over as she reeled from the attack. It was a long night for the redhead heroine, made slightly more eventful as she came again another couple of times just for good measure...

Numerous hours later the morning sun slowly appeared into view as two exhausted men slept peacefully in their bunks as two even more exhausted crime fighters groaned quietly in their predicaments.

The Swan remained bound in that awful position all night. The Cygnet meanwhile had been placed in a small cage, barely big enough to contain her. She was forced to sit with her legs tucked in under her chin, squeezing against her bulging breasts.

Cleave gagged, small traces of cum on her chin showed signs of what Clyde had forced her to do before he retired for the night. Unable to move and unable to speak, the young brunette looked up wondering how on earth they were going to escape this time?

The Swan had no answer. She didn’t know much at this point - only that her body racked with pain and her limbs were going numb. Her entire body had forgotten what circulation was and so the captured crime fighter just gazed blankly at the morning sky, desperately trying to keep a hold of hope.

Eventually after the two men had breakfast the crime fighters were released from their awkward situations and sat on the ground. Their feet were manacled and attached to the ground via a couple of strong steaks, embedded in the dirt.

Both were ungagged and a couple of plates of baked beans were slung onto the ground in front of them as was a bowl of water. The two men turned around and headed back inside.

“Surely they don’t expect us to eat like this” The Cygnet weakly said, “Like a couple of dogs!”

“I think that’s the whole idea!” The Swan stutteringly replied. She took in a sharp breath and steadied herself.

“We have to keep our strength up and we haven’t eaten in ages. Just hang on in there – it’s only a matter of time before these Neanderthals make a mistake and then we’ll turn the tables on them!”

After they finished their meals – with some difficulty, the men returned and replaced the heroines’ gags.

“Now then whores! I have an announcement” said Randall, “I know you’re not going to like this which is why we’ve gagged you again – I don’t wanna hear your moaning and bitching!

“We were gonna keep you two as our personal slaves but I reckon you’re much too dangerous to keep around. You’re a strong pair of girlies I’ll give you that and it’s only a matter of time before we make a mistake and you sluts manage to get free!”

The heroines frowned. What little plan they had was now in tatters.

“Therefore, we decided to make some money out of you! Obviously someone wants you dead and I’m sure if we take you gals into town we could find someone who could do with a couple of pretty looking, trussed up sluts!

“Go get the van Clyde!”

The Swan struggled furiously when she heard this. Both she and The Cygnet were well known amongst the criminal fraternity of the city. If it became widespread that they had been captured it would only be a matter of time before some devious miscreant snapped them up for their own nefarious deeds.

The women were bundled onto the back of a truck and were soon enshrouded in darkness as the brutes blindfolded them. The heroines could hear the sounds of van doors slamming and then the engine starting up as they lay there helpless.

As the van moved off, The Swan rolled over and bumped into her sidekick. Instinctively her young protégé knew what to do and rolled to one side so The Swan could lie back to back with her.

The heroines fluttered their gloved fingers around trying to locate knots but it was no use, the bonds were too tight. The Swan's hands just slipped off the ropes as she tried in vain to loosen her friend's tied arms. Undaunted the pair continued but time was running out….

After countless hours, the two gorgeous gumshoes lay motionless in the back of the van, awaiting their next ordeal. The vehicle had long since come to a halt but still they remained firmly bound and gagged, wondering what fate awaited them.

Suddenly the doors opened and they heard voices.

“There you go! Just as I said, two bound beauties!” shouted Randall.

“Recognise them?” said Clyde, “We reckon they must be crime fighters or super heroines or something!”

“Um, no, it’s difficult to tell with those blindfolds on” said another voice, “They are a fine lookin’ pair of bitches though! I’m sure we can find some jobs for them! What say I give you a hundred for the pair?”

“A hundred? You must be joking!” shouted Randall, “They’re worth at least 50 times that!”

“Ok, tell you what, I’ll split the difference witchu! How about 500?”

The Swan's mind was filling with rage.

“How dare they?” she thought, “Haggling over us like a couple of whores for sale – just you wait, I’ll get even with you all!”

She would have to wait for her revenge as the men soon came to a deal.

“Ok, I'll give you 750 for them both”

“750??? That's nowhere near what I asked for!” barked Randall.

“Yes it is” came the other voice, “50 times a hundred is 750 – look, its on my calculator.”

The two men scratched their heads a while and eventually agreed.

“Good grief!” thought The Swan, “How on earth did we end up prisoners to these morons?!?”

Soon the pair were bundled from one vehicle to another but this time the heroines found themselves squeezed up tight to each other as they were pushed into the boot of a car.

As the car pulled away The Swan could feel Cygnet's face pressed against hers. She could hear her heavy breathing and weak moans. She could do nothing but moan back. A picture of a heavily bound Cygnet entered her mind and slowly she became very wet once more.

“Oh what I wouldn’t give for a…..” her thoughts suddenly ended as the car stopped and the lid of the boot was opened.

The heroines were roughly lifted out of the bonnet with their heads and various parts of their bodies bumped and bruised on the edges of the boot bringing yelps of pain as they endured yet more suffering to their already aching bodies.

“So, the famous Swan, at last we meet again!” came that strange voice again.

“Yes, I knew who you were as soon as those idiot country boys described you to me, but no way was I gonna let on that I knew you – the price would’ve quadrupled if they had known your true identity!

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment but I’m not going to reveal myself to you. Let’s just say I spent a lot of time in prison because of you!

“But now I’m out and unfortunately for you I happen to be back in business again as one of the cities’ premier pimps!!!”

“Joseph Meakly! I should’ve known!” The Swan thought to herself. Meakly, or Mr Valentine as he called himself, was convicted after The Swan infiltrated his prostitution racket.

“My, my, my! What have we here?” Meakly walked over to the Cygnet, “It looks like you’ve got yourself a partner! Such a pretty one too, what’s the matter Swan, fed up of getting into trouble on your own?”

Meakly cusped Kelly’s tits in his hand, squeezing them a little, bringing a soft moan from the young heroine.

“Pleased to meet you my dear. You must be The Cygnet – I’ve heard a lot about you! Two sluts for the price of one! I paid a lot of money, well... sort of, for you ladies but fear not, I shall make my money back after a few nights of business! Take them away!”

Meakly's henchmen grabbed the pair and carried them off down an alleyway.

It wasn’t long before the leather clad heroines found themselves bound in another painful position. The captured crime fighters were placed back to back against a short metal pole embedded in the wooden floor of a small room.

Their arms were raised above them and then bent at the elbow so their hands came down behind their heads. The Swan’s wrists were bound with tight cord which was then cruelly fed around The Cygnet’s neck.

The young heroine’s wrists were bound in the same way with the cord looped tightly around her mentor’s neck. The result being that neither could attempt to move their hands or they would risk choking the other!

More rope was entwined around their bodies, above and below their already heaving breasts and tightly around their stomachs, drawing them in painfully. Finally, their booted feet were brought up and tied to the back of their thighs so the imprisoned pair were forced to balance on their knees.

The gags were removed so now they could breath a little easier but it was little comfort however as the tight ropes cruelly dug into their bodies. Limbs that had long forgotten what circulation was ached painfully.

The tightness of the ropes pressing against them held the duo firm to the pole. This resulted in more pain but at least took away some of it from their overbearing knees.

“Oh god, this is so tight, I can hardly feel my limbs!” the Cygnet moaned, “What are they going to do with us?”

“I don’t know, just try to stay calm.” The Swan replied. “I don’t think they’ll kill us – if they wanted to they wouldn’t have bothered paying those brutes for us!”

“Who is that man who bought us here?”

“His name’s Joseph Meakly, he’s a pimp I brought down about 6 years ago. He goes by the name of Valentine – he must’ve made parole. Arrrrggghhhhh!!!!! Cygnet, try not to move your hands!”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it, it’s just so painful. The way they’ve tied our wrists, even the slightest movement strangles us!”

“I know, we haven’t got a chance of escaping this time. We’ll just have to hope that we don’t spend too much time like this!”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to endure your punishment for a little while yet super bitch!” laughed Valentine.

“Meakly! You fiend!” Scarlett screamed, “How long have you been there!”

“Long enough Swan-slut and it’s no longer Meakly, that name no longer serves me any purpose!”

“You diabolical devil - what are you going to do us?” the Cygnet asked.

“Straight to the point – I like her!” he laughed, “Actually, I’m not going to do anything to you – it’s my customers you should worry about! You see, I have a little poster outside, it says quite simply: ‘One Night Only, The Swan and Cygnet, captured crime fighters available for blow jobs, tit wanks and finger fucking. All inclusive £100 an hour.’

“Well, what do you think?”

“Noooooo! You fiend! You won’t get away with this!” The Swan shouted, struggling frantically.

“Crrrrrrrggghhhhhh, crrrrrrggggghhhhhh!!!! Swww….cccrrrrggghhh….wwaaan!!!!!” Cygnet choked as her partner tugged violently at her bonds.

“Oh god Cygnet! I’m so sorry! I forgot I can’t move a single inch!”

“Exactly suck slut! Enjoy your evening won’t you? I reckon 20 0r 30 customers over the next few days will triple my investment!!! Here comes our first customer!”

“Meakly you vile fiend! You can't do this to us!” The Swan bravely replied, “I am Falcon Haven's premier crime fighter and justice will prevail. Nothing you do to us will ever stop me from continuing my pursuit of evil-doers. Good will always triumph in the end!”

“Seriously, who even talks like that?” Meakly said as he turned and left the room.

The two heroines braced themselves for what was about to come.

“Fuck me look at those tits!” came a strange voice, “This is gonna be the best £100 I ever spent! Bagsy I get the old one, I’ve always liked the more mature, experienced slappers!”

“Your welcome to her mate” said another voice, “I much prefer the younger model!”

“Listen to me!” the Swan barked, “I am the famous crime fighter the Swan and this is my partner The Cygnet. I demand that you untie us now before you commit a criminal uuggggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!”

Her words cut off as she felt a penis shoved inside her mouth. Instantly the redhead bit down on it bringing yelps of pain from her assailant.

“You fucking bitch!” the man screamed, “You’ll pay for that!”

He eventually managed to free himself after swatting her face with some strong slaps. He continued slapping her face hard causing the heroine to grunt in pain.

Severely beaten and bruised, she felt her mouth plugged again with his cock. This time The Swan knew she had no choice, not unless she fancied another vicious barrage. He pressed it in further. The defeated heroine gagged as his dick slowly pressed against the back of her tongue.

“Suck it bitch!” he shouted.

She began to choke, it was then she realised her only way out of this was to start sucking him off and hard!!!

“Uhhhh! Yeah! That’s it bitch, take it in!” the man moaned as the heroine went to her work of giving her assailant one hell of a blow job.

The Cygnet was faring little better. Her attacker had undone the buttons on her tight white shirt and was fondling, sucking and biting her nipples. At first the young crime fighter squealed as she felt his hard grasp squeeze her tender tits but as soon as he started licking them something took over and now the brunette was moaning softly as her nipples hardened more and more.

Releasing one hand, the man jacked up her mini skirt and started to protrude her vagina, first shoving one finger in and out of her moist pussy but then increasing it to two fingers and then three.

He stroked her clit time and again, making her shudder with pleasure. She moaned loudly as he continued pumping his digits into her increasingly hot and wet vagina.

“Ohhhhhhh god!!!! Oh god, yes! Hmmmmmm, yes, yes, yes!!!!” she shouted over and over again as the man doubled his attempts to finger fuck her pussy.

Meanwhile The Swan was also rolling along in gay abandon. Her initial worries at having her mouth plugged with a gigantic cock soon washed away as she felt herself becoming aroused with the forced blow job.

The brute was now pumping his dick into her with increased might as the heroine matched his efforts by sucking him off with all her worth.

“Here it comes! Euuuuurrrrggggghhhhhhh!!!!!!” he shouted as what seemed like gallons of hot, salty liquid hit the back of her throat.

The defeated crime fighter continued to suck it down, swallowing the huge amounts of cum as bits of it trickled down her chin.

The sounds coming from behind her only spurred The Cygnet on as she too felt an earth shattering climax rip through her abused body.

Her attacker removed his cum soaked fingers and ordered her to suck them dry, which she did without any protest.

The two men continued to fuck the crime fighters senseless, each one swapping from one girl to the next, helping themselves to the occasional blow job and smothering the women’s faces with streams of cum as they tit wanked them furiously.

Over the next few hours the crime fighters served as cock-whores, eagerly sucking off numerous assailants, whilst their titties were abused and manhandled. The Swan lost count of the number of times she had a cock rammed inside her mouth. The endless orgasms melted into each other as cum trickled down her legs and into the tops of her thigh high boots.

All hope was lost. Was there no escape from the non stop attack on the two heroines? Would they spend the rest of their lives as sex slaves?

Just as they had given up all hope of escape and resigned themselves to this cruel fate, suddenly the doors of the room burst open and several police officers stormed in!

The uniformed officers stopped dead in their tracks when confronted with the sight of The Swan and Cygnet’s half naked, cum soaked bodies, bound heavily in the centre of the room.

“Holy Shit Sarge! Look at them titties!”

“Now then officer, there’s no need for that language. These poor women, holy fuck!!! They sure look good! Erm… enough gauping men, carry on searching the rooms!”

The heroines were completely oblivious to their new observers. Endless fuckings and blow jobs had rendered them senseless. Thankfully, the random police raid that night just happened to be on the premises that they were held prisoner in. The resulting operation culminated in the arrest of Valentine and his henchmen.

It also meant the heroines were finally freed from their awful predicament. Degraded and humiliated in front of the cities’ police force, The Swan felt foolish but didn't display it in front of the uniformed officers.

She had long been unpopular with the authorities for her dismissive attitude towards them and it would be a long time before The Swan re-established herself as the cities’ premier crime fighter.

However, they were free once more and the Swan and the Cygnet lived to fight another day!!!