Night time drew in over Falcon Haven City. The wind picked up a little as the warm summer day came to a close. The bells in the main church tower chimed on the stroke of midnight as a late night pub-goer staggered along the empty streets.

Scruffily dressed and clutching a bottle of beer, the man zigzagged his way towards the entrance of the city park where the sight of a beautiful woman stopped him dead in his tracks.

A well defined, athletic looking tall female with short blonde hair stood in front of him. She wore a tightly fitting yellow polo shirt, skin tight white jeans, brown knee high boots and a pair of short black leather gloves.

“Hello darling! Hic! Fancy a snog? Hic!” he spluttered.

The beautiful blonde stared down her nose at him.

“Certainly not!” she huffed, “There’s no way on God’s Earth I would ever elope with someone like you! Now shove off, I’m busy!!!”

The blonde strode off towards the park.

“Fuckin lesbian!” the man shouted. “Stupid posh tart” he said to himself as the blonde disappeared into the darkness, “I hope you get kidnapped!”

A strange thing to say but he was right - several women in the city had indeed been kidnapped over the last few weeks. Each one was very attractive, intelligent and athletically fit. All sorts were taken; secretaries, nurses, prostitutes, students, business women and a certain blonde woman was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Her name was Joanna Moorhead, she was a private detective working undercover in the hope of tracking down the gang of kidnappers and was on her way to meet some friends who had vital information on the whereabouts of the kidnapper’s lair.

But fate was about to deal the gorgeous gumshoe a cruel hand....

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Scarlett Van Lust, aka the supreme crime fighter “The Swan” and her sidekick “The Cygnet” aka young student Kelly Cummings sat in their sleek black sports car, overlooking the city park.

“What time did Joanna say she’d meet us?” asked Cygnet.

“About midnight, she’s late – probably just held up or something” replied The Swan.

“Do you think she found out anything Miss L?”

“I hope so Cygnet. I’m sure if we pool our resources together we’ll be able to crack this case and bring those horrid kidnappers to justice!

“And stop calling me Miss L... remember we're The Swan and Cygnet now!”

For several weeks now Joanna worked with her former university room mate and long time friend Scarlett Van Lust in order to investigate the mysterious kidnappings. That night, the gorgeous police detective received a call from Scarlett asking her to meet later on at the park.

Joanna made her way up a dimly lit pathway towards the top end of the city park. She looked out into the distance and saw the black sports car belonging to The Swan. She started to walk towards it but then suddenly, out of the bushes, several hooded men leapt out and grabbed the startled detective...

A fierce struggle ensued. Joanna fought like a tiger but it was no use, there were too many of them. She felt her arms pulled behind her and then bound together with plastic cable ties.

A large hand cusped her mouth muffling her screams as yet more ties went on her arms and around her shapely legs. The hand around her mouth slipped down a tad and Joanna instinctively bit down on it as hard as she could. Her assailant screamed in pain and then the distressed blonde followed suit, screaming as loud as she could.

“What was that?” asked Cygnet.

“I don’t know” replied the Swan, “Quick; pass me the night vision binoculars!”

The heroine peered out into the darkness.

“Oh my god, look, it’s Joanna and some thugs have grabbed her!”

“Not the kidnappers surely? What are we gonna do Miss L... I mean, Swan? By the time we get over there they’ll be gone!”

Suddenly a large black van screamed around the corner, pulling up alongside the kidnappers and their prey. The side door flew open and Joanna was bungled inside. As soon as she and her attackers got in, the van door slammed shut and the vehicle took off, tyres screeching.

The Swan started up their car.

“Don’t worry, we won’t lose them! We’ll tail them and if my guess is correct they’ll head to their hideout!”

“Poor Joanna! At least we have the element of surprise!” replied Cygnet.

“That’s right Cygnet. It’s not the way I would’ve wanted to do this but it looks like we might get to the bottom of this after all!”

After about an hour of driving, The costumed avengers eventually tracked the van down to an old farmyard deep in the heart of the countryside. They drove past the entrance to the long driveway and pulled over in the clearing of a small wooded area.

Getting out of the car, the duo crossed the road and jumped over a small fence into a field bordering the farm. Then they quickly made their way across towards an old barn to the side of the farm buildings.

Clad head to toe in black leather, the vivacious vigilantes wore their matching uniforms of blazers, skirts, thigh high boots, gloves, masks and white shirts poking out from under the shiny leather material.

The Swan didn't believe in carrying firearms so they both took out their miniature crossbows, loaded with tranquillizer darts and backed up against the wooden exterior of the barn. Slowly they inched their way around the side of the structure eventually reaching the edge.

Scarlett peered carefully around and saw the black van parked up across the yard. She heard footsteps and the sound of struggles and moaning. Joanna was taken from the van and was being forced to cross the yard towards the stables.

Heavily gagged, the blonde beauty struggled as hard as she could but it was no use. Outnumbered and out-gunned she had little choice but to make her way towards the stables by hopping. It was a humiliating experience, especially for the Swan who was forced to watch her friend bounce along like a heavily bound bunny.

Once they were inside, the heroines slowly made their way across the yard, stopping occasionally to check they weren’t being followed or that any of the kidnappers didn't double back. As they reached the stable doors, The Swan bent down and put her eye to the keyhole as Cygnet kept a lookout over the farmyard.

“What do you see Miss L?” whispered Cygnet.

“Swan!!! How many more times?” replied the Swan angrily.

“They’ve taken her to one of the stable booths. That’s strange, they’ve all gone inside. I shouldn’t imagine many people could fit inside one of those small rooms.”

“The bastards! I bet they’re gonna gang bang poor Joanna – we must get her out of there!”

“Mind your language Cygnet, remember we are both women of virtue. Our words and actions as virtuous heroines should inspire others to do the same.”

“Yeah, right!” thought Cygnet, “I don't remember you being so well mannered when those bikers captured us and fucked us all night long the other week!”

She was alluding to their misfortune at the hands of a biker gang who had enslaved the courageous couple. Thankfully their bondage skills were lacking and the Swan was able to slip her wrist out of the tight chains that bound her whilst the bikers slept off the booze they guzzled after gang banging the duo.

“They wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble just to fuck her Cygnet” The Swan replied. “Besides the brutes have probably raped her already. Don’t worry about Joanna – we’ve been in worse situations than this – she can take an awful lot!”

Earlier, the Swan told Cygnet of how she and Joanna first met at University. The girls were room mates and when a spate of student muggings hit the campus, the friends formed an alliance.

Together they caught the muggers, but not before both girls were captured, tied up and viciously assaulted. The experience only served to make them more determined and as a result they continued to fight crime throughout their lives, becoming very close in the process.

Cygnet asked just how close they became but then the Swan changed the subject. She thought to herself maybe her mentor had a lesbian relationship at Uni? If only she’d known this earlier!

“Some-thing’s wrong! They’ve been in there a long time.” whispered the Swan. “I think we should move in.”

The duo slowly opened the stable gates and made their way towards the booth. The Swan placed her gloved fingers on the wooden door and gently prized it open.

“Now Cygnet!!!”

The heroines burst into the booth but were shocked to discover it was completely empty.

“Where in the world…..?” said an exasperated Cygnet.

“There must be false wall here somewhere” replied the Swan. “Search around for a lever or something.”

Tapping softly on the side of the walls eventually the Swan's young ward found something.

“Look, a light switch!”

“What’s so strange about that Cygnet?”

“There’s no light in here!”

“Good work! It must be the switch to a lift or a secret doorway perhaps – so that's how they did it.”

“Get ready!”

The leather clad heroines readied themselves as the Swan hovered her finger over the switch.

BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The second she pressed it a metal panel slammed down over the entrance to the booth trapping both of them inside. Before either could react, a large plume of cloudy smoke started pumping out of a grate below their feet.

They instantly began coughing.

“Gas! Oh my, it’s a trap!”

“Nooooo! How can it be? How did they know?” the Swan coughed, attempting to shield her mouth from the deadly rising plume.

Cygnet slammed her fists against the metal door but it was no use. No sooner had the gas started to engulf the duo that they both coughed violently and slowly began sinking to the floor, passing out moments later.

The heroines lay motionless on the floor as a fan emerged from a trap in the wall, blowing all the smoke away. What was next for our defeated duo?

 

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As they came to, things were not looking good for the captured crime fighters. But then, you probably guessed that already...

The Swan and Cygnet should have guessed it as well but now it was all too late.

Tired eyes fluttered open and instinctively they tried to move. The heroines slowly began to realise that they were once again bound in some devious form. As soon as it dawned on them their eyes shot open and the distressed duo started to survey their dire situation.

Stood side by side, the heroines found they were strapped into some sort of device. Bent over, they leant forward, painfully arching their backs and peering out into the poorly lit room.

Their legs were spread out with each one attached to some sort of triangular metal frame via thick leather straps which kept them upright. A pole led up from the stone floor beneath them and stopped at their midriffs. Attached to it was a large brown leather strap which looped over their backs, forcing the heroines to bend over.

Their wrists were tied tightly under them, lashed to their stomachs with thin cords and secured snugly to the pole. Thankfully they were still wearing their clothes but as the duo struggled gallantly in the harsh bondage the air was filled with sounds of their leather crime fighting uniforms rubbing against the restraints.

Heavily tape gagged, the air was also filled with their loud moans. The Swan gagged as she could feel her mouth over stuffed with cloth. Every inch of her yawning yap seemed to be filled to the max with several layers of duct tape sealing in the whole sodden ensemble.

Her jaw ached and her body convulsed as her eyes darted out blankly into the darkened room. She turned to face the Cygnet who also had a look of sheer desperation written all over her beautiful façade. Who had done this to them? And where was Joanna?

They didn't have to wait too long to find out...

Suddenly two hooded men walked into the room. The heroines stared defiantly at them as each one made their way in front of the bound beauties. Their cold eyes were partially hidden by the long black hoods. They had the appearance of a couple of medieval monks with their hands hidden as they crossed their baggy sleeved arms.

“Welcome to the Farm!” the one in front of the Swan spoke in a deep voice, “It is hear that we harvest our crop in time for the great festival. You and your two friends will be fine additions to our little group. Mr Kristos will be most pleased with our latest offerings!”

The heroines’ eyes widened in shock.

“Harvest?” The Swan thought, “Festival? Offerings? Mr Kristos??? What the hell is this moron going on about???”

“I can see you have many questions racing through your pretty head but fear not, your questions will be soon answered – but I'm afraid by then it will be too late to do anything about it!!!”

“Enough talk!” the other shouted, “It’s time we showed our guests their new friends!”

The men moved to the rear of the captured crime fighters and began removing the covers of some sort of machine. The heroines tried to twist their bodies to see what their captors were doing but the restraints only allowed them to face each other.

Their eyes widened in horror as they could only guess what cruel fate awaited them. Suddenly a humming sound emitted from behind them as some sort of machine started up. Instantly they began to struggle frantically but the cruel bonds held fast causing the Swan’s heart to pound as she wondered what sort of terrible peril the men had planned for them.

Their heads swung from side to side as they tried in vain to look behind them.

But it was no use...

Behind the leather clad heroines stood two machines, each comprising a series of mechanical arms and each one equipped with different shaped dildos on the ends. The men then hitched up the mini skirts of the bound beauties and with little trouble tore off their panties underneath.

Both girls whimpered and struggled furiously. It proved futile as their bonds just held firm. Then their eyes widened once more as they felt some sort of oily substance rubbed over their vaginas and ass cheeks.

The Swan murmured and closed her eyes as she felt their hands glide over her pussy. At least they were using oil, the heroine was all too familiar with the experience of having large instruments inserted into her without any lubrication. Perhaps these were friendly monks after all?

Then suddenly it happened. Their eyes shot open as the machines kicked into action. The first dildos plunged into their pussies and started to vibrate as they slowly began pumping in and out, in and out, in and out.

The Swan and Cygnet tried to resist, struggling furiously, but the machine just carried on reaming the detained duo. After a while they stopped struggling and started to moan. Softly at first but then their moans grew louder and louder as heightening feelings of lust gripped them.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over them as the dildos rubbed their clits time and time again. At first it was a soft and slow motion but as time went by the machine started to up the ante.

Then the bar was raised a little higher...

Another mechanical arm sent dildos flying in between their ass cheeks hitting their holes with a resounding plop!

“NO.....NO......Not in the ass!!!!!” screamed the Swan, but the machine couldn't hear her – nor would it care even if it could - it just continued the onslaught.

Gripped in the throws of an almighty orgasm, the leather clad lovelies again frowned in pain (?) as they felt their asses cruelly rammed with another vibrating dildo.

Again this one plunged in and out but this time in unison with the dildo fucking their pussies senseless. As one went in their vagina the other retracted from their corn-hole and as the pussy dildo came out the other one went in fucking them in two holes continually. The combined effect sent the Swan over the edge as the first of many climaxes shook her body to the very core.

Bucking her head back and clamping her eyes shut she screamed as the sensation hit her like a freight train.

“NNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Panting heavily into her oversubscribed mouth, the Swan hoped this was the end of it.

It wasn't.

The Cygnet too was enduring the climax to end all climaxes and after letting out her double dildo raping warrior cry she too sunk in her bonds, drenched in sweat and tears.

Thankfully the machine slowed up but not for long. The Swan guessed that the monks must've been controlling it as every time they orgasmed it slowed down but then started to quicken up again after just a short few minutes.

Endless cunt and butt fucking took its toll on the defeated duo as their eyes glazed over, driven senseless by the rhythmic slamming of the dildos.

Breathing heavy and sweating profusely, Scarlett peered out into the darkly lit room wondering when on earth the men were going to stop? The torment lasted for hours - well, you could call it torment, for the veteran crime fighter was secretly enjoying herself tremendously as her body betrayed her, becoming hotter and wetter yearning for yet another earth shattering climax.

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Meanwhile, things were not looking so good for the undercover detective friend of the Swan and Cygnet. The pretty blonde Joanna Moorhead had paid the price for her arrogance in thinking she could single handily bring down the ring of kidnappers.

The gorgeous gumshoe was now merrily cuming over and over, strapped into yet another fiendish device. Stood upright, the blonde beauty’s booted legs were tied together and attached up against a metal pole via several leather belts. The pole pressed up against the front of her legs as the thick leather restraints pinched her soft skin under the tight white fabric of her jeans.

The pole was hollow like a pipe and at it's top a large vibrator poked out, wedged against the detectives crotch. Her top half was not tied to anything but her arms were crossed behind her back and cruelly tied into a reverse prayer position causing her small but pert breasts to poke out into the tight yellow fabric of her polo shirt.

More rope was tied above and below her tits keeping her arms welded to the small of her back. Her cries were muffled by the tight cleave gag separating her luscious lips and biting into the soft flesh of her cheeks.

Joanna twisted and turned like a rattlesnake but it was no use. Her bottom half was not budging an inch and she found this deeply frustrating as the vibrating wand continued buzzing away at her clit. The fact that she could twist around a lot yet not get away from that cruel device filled her with feelings of hopelessness which signalled the beginning of the end.

Bracing herself, Joanna crouched down and pulled her head back as yet another orgasm hit her like freight train hitting another freight train!

This went for many hours and now the short haired blonde had long given up the fight. She stood there moaning softly under the gag, her arms numb and her resolve shattered. The vibrator had done its job effectively - not to say anything about the humongous vibrating butt plug stuffed between her ass cheeks as well - which continued its assault with great vigour.

Joanna faced down the attack on two fronts…and she was losing.

Suddenly her captors returned, pushing two sack carts in front of them. Joanna’s eyes shot open when she saw their cargo. The Swan and Cygnet stood on each one, tied head to toe, gagged and each with an abandoned expression on their mask covered faces.

Joanna’s eyes also rolled back as the revelation that her last hope of escape had finally gone. She looked forlornly out at her friends wondering what cruel torture they’d been subjected to.

The leather clad heroines were lifted off the trolleys by several brutes who stood them directly in front of Joanna as if to torment her further. The detective looked on at the fallen duo but then she noticed the strange look in their eyes.

The Swan appeared to be looking at Cygnet and vice versa, each with a combined look of lust and gay abandon. Unknown to Joanna was that both women were wearing a butterfly vibrator attached to their pussies which resulted in the captured crime fighters continually popping off orgasms over and over again.

The men then reached down and removed the devices.

“Nooooooooo!” The Swan softly moaned, “Neeeeed to cummmmmm!!!!”

Normally the Cygnet would’ve reacted too but right now she was in another world.

“Relax my dear!” one of the men said, “Your friend will soon oblige you!”

The tape gags were harshly removed as were the huge wads of cloth stuffing their mouths.

“You.... you.....” The Swan attempted weakly to talk, licking her lips and trying to catch a breath.

“You.... won't get away with this! I am the..... I am the premier crime fighter The Sw.... oooooooffffffffffff!!!!!”

Before she could go into her well rehearsed heroic defiant speech, the two crime fighters were manhandled to the ground. The Swan was laid on her back and the Cygnet was placed over her, facing downwards.

The men loosened a few ropes around their legs and forced the young woman's head roughly into the Swan's pussy. Her mentor's legs were then retied, clamping her ward's brunette haired head between her thighs. They repeated the process at the other end with the Swan's redhead tied forcefully over the Cygnet's pussy and then tied both beauties together.

Rolled onto their sides the heroines were now tied into a perfect “69” formation with their faces squashed against each other’s pussies so that only their long hair was visible and their eyes peeped out from under each other's ass cheeks. Their tits seemed to interlock as their bodies were tied together like one big jigsaw piece.

Two huge butt plugs were then introduced to the 69’d duo, cruelly stuffed and secured into their ass holes. Joanna looked on in anguish as a forklift came into the room, carrying a large coffin like casket.

The padded container was lowered and opened and then with a mighty struggle, the group of men lifted the bound beauties and placed them into the box. They just about fitted but alas the lid would not close. Cruelly several of the men climbed on top and pressed on the lid with might. Eventually they locked it shut.

Squeezed into the tiny chamber, the heroines could do nothing but lick each other. It was a tight space and all for the small holes in the lid they found it extremely hard to breath. It was then that the Cygnet began to suck at the Swan's pussy.

The heroine's eyes widened in shock.

“What are you doing Kelly!!!!!!??????!!!!!!!” she muffled but then...

“Oh my! Oh my Kelly, hmmmmmmm!!!!”

It wasn't long before both heroines were licking and sucking each other’s pussies with determination, probing their clits with their tongues. Each orgasm bought with it a fresh stream of cum, slurping it down the best that they could.

“Take the prisoners to the van and get them to the airfield – they have a long journey ahead of them!” One of the men barked. “Take the other slut back to the cells – we shall keep her to do our bidding. I should not think that Kristos will require another female after these two but he may need her in the future. Take her way!”

Joanna was released from the pole but didn't attempt to struggle. All her fight was gone and so were her friends. Their journey had only just begun but they cared little of what fate lay ahead of them. There wasn't anything they could do about it anyway...

 

Stay Tuned for the next harrowing adventure of The Swan and Cygnet as they meet the mysterious Kristos, the beautiful but deadly Carla and the blood stained playground that is “The Arena”...