The Swan: The Show Must Go On

 

Part 2

 

By Wez4

 

 

The Swan had no idea how long she'd been out for. Having been captured by a group of mysterious monks who tortured and

 

sexually assaulted Falcon Haven's most widely recognised crime fighter had taken its toll.

 

The hooded fiends tied up the dynamic do-gooders and packed them cruelly into a coffin-like casket ready to be transported by air to the hideout of someone by the name of Kristos. Neither The Swan nor her plucky partner knew this man but both were going to get to know him very soon.

 

Being tightly bundled into a tiny crate and boarded onto a cargo plane proved too much for the leather clad avengers. With their faces pressed tight against each other's crotches they momentarily forgot their woes and eagerly went to work on one another with their tongues. At some point the orgasms finally tipped them over the edge into sleepy world.

 

Coming back to earth The Swan's eyes slowly fluttered open when bright rays of sunlight hit her face. Instantly she tried to move and was pleasantly surprised to see that she could. Slowly sitting up she shook her head and surveyed the scene.

 

Numerous times the heroine had come out of a deep sleep to find herself in an even worse predicament than when she first went under but this time the redhead was amazed to find herself unbound for once.

 

She looked around to see she was sitting on a comfortable bed in a nicely decorated room. A dresser with mirror stood at the end of the bed and curtains blew gently in the wind beside her. The Swan's only consternation was that she was completely naked except for, curiously, her mask.

 

Looking into the mirror her eyes shot fully open in horror when she discovered her nakedness. Instantly she made a bee line for the window and was even more horrified to discover iron bars placed over them preventing any escape.

 

She grabbed them to test the strength – big mistake – suddenly a charge of electricity shot through her arms and sent the heroine flying back onto the bed. It was then that the phone rang. Still reeling from the electric shock The Swan didn't hear the phone at first but then swung round when it finally hit home.

 

Slowly she crawled over the bed towards it, hesitating briefly before lifting the receiver.

 

“Good morning Miss Swan, I trust you had a pleasant sleep?” came a strange foreign sounding voice on the other end.

 

“Who is this? Who are you? What have you done with Kel... I mean, Cygnet? Where's Joanna?”

 

“Patience my dear, all will be revealed in good time. Your young friend is safe and well, still sleeping peacefully in her room down the hall. Poor thing, I should imagine that it was quite an arduous journey for you both. Please forgive me, the Brotherhood of Fayth did not do as I asked. You were supposed to be handled much better than you were! As for this Joanna you mentioned, I'm sorry but I do not know who this person is.”

 

“The Brotherhood of who??? You mean those mad monks? They work for you? Then you must be this Kristos they mentioned. I warn you whoever you are I am....”

 

“I know exactly who you are Swan – Falcon Haven's premier crime fighter right? Why did you think I went to all this expense of bringing you here? I am most displeased with the Brotherhood, they were not supposed to mention my name. Now I will have to dispense with their services!”

 

“Services? You mean you paid them to bring Cygnet and I here? Whatever for? I warn you Kristos, if you lay one finger on her head I'll......”

 

“You'll what? As you've already discovered Miss Swan there is no escape from your room so please calm down and relax. Through the door to your left you will find the bathroom where you may have a shower to freshen up then on the right there is a closet full of clothes for you to wear. You'll see that I have provided you with exact replicas of your uniform.

 

“Then when you have changed you can go through to the room next door where you'll find breakfast is served. There is also a small gymnasium there, where you can work out if you so wish – so you see I have all the creature comforts to be had.”

 

“Very nice – all apart from freedom!” she huffed.

 

“Yes I'm sorry about that but I've heard you're quite the little wildcat. You must earn your freedom Miss Swan – you and your friend but right now I have to attend to your young ward, it would appear that she is waking as we speak. Goodbye for now Swan.”

 

“Wait....” it was too late as the line went dead. The confused heroine replaced the receiver and looked around at her new surroundings. Walking over to the window again she took care not to touch the bars. Peering out all she could see was water, the ocean perhaps? It was very sunny and actually quite warm. A Greek Island maybe? As her alter ego Scarlett Van Lust she was highly intelligent and was educated to the top order.

 

She quickly deduced that Kristos was in fact Greek and from the climate she was obviously on a Greek Island, but which one? That was something for her to investigate later on but for now she tentatively went into the bathroom to freshen up.

 

“I'm not playing this creep's game but I do need a wash!” she said to herself. “Then after some food I'm getting out of here to find Cygnet. That fiend will wish he'd never been born after we're done with him!”

 

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After breakfast the Swan changed into her crime fighting uniform. It was indeed in the closet where Kristos had said. She couldn't believe it – there were about 5 changes of costume in there. Whoever this man was it was obvious that he'd been keeping tabs on the delectable duo.

 

Walking around the room The Swan surveyed her surroundings looking for a means of escape. All of a sudden there was a knock at the door. The heroine froze in her tracks.

 

“Hello? Miss Swan? We've come to collect you!” called out a female voice.

 

The Swan said nothing and instantly jumped behind the door, waiting to pounce on whoever came through.

 

“Come in!” she replied.

 

Slowly the door opened but then nothing happened.

 

“Oh come now Missy!” came the voice again. “We know you're behind the door – hardly original is it?”

 

The heroine stood firm.

 

“Oh come on this is most tiresome! We have hidden cameras in the room and I can see you right now – hmmmm, you do look good. Are those boots Jimmy Choo? I have several pairs myself you know.”

 

The Swan rolled her eyes and slowly stepped out from behind the door. Greeting her was the sight of three armed men in Ninja outfits and a tall curvaceous woman with dark eyes and long black hair. She wore a shiny red latex catsuit which barely covered her ample breasts. On her legs she wore a pair of white thigh high boots and in her hands she held a long black rod of some kind.

 

“Hmmmmm, you're even better in the flesh” the lady purred. “My name is Carla and I'll be your hostess during your stay with us. I must say I'm looking forward to getting to know you more.... intimately.”

 

“Huh, is that right?” the Swan huffed, standing defiantly with her legs apart and her gloved hands on her hips. She looked at the guns the Ninjas were holding.

 

“Ninjas?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “I thought this was a Greek Island? Greek Ninjas?”

 

“Why should they be from Greece?” Carla replied, “We have many nationalities here Miss Swan – I myself am of Spanish descent, but you are correct, we are indeed on a Greek Island – it doesn’t take a genius to work that one out! In fact we are on Mr Kristos' private island and you are his prisoner. Now, shall we go?”

 

“Where are we going?”

 

“To the Arena of course, don't worry, that place will become all too familiar to you soon. Well, that is if you survive the first round! Bind her!”

 

“First R....?” The leather clad heroine's words were quickly cut off as two of the ninjas quickly and expertly cuffed the Swan's hands behind her back. They then snapped a metal collar around her neck and then padlocked her bound wrists to the back of it forcing her arms into a reverse prayer. They then chained her booted ankles to a short spreader bar.

 

“Nnnggggggghhhhh!” The Swan grunted as she felt her arms pulled agonisingly up between her shoulder blades.

 

“You expect me to walk like this?”

 

“Well yes!” replied Carla, “Not unless you fancy me sticking this electric cattle prod up between your ass cheeks?”

 

The bound beauty looked at the device and gulped.

 

“No, I thought not. Gag her and lets go!”

 

The men shoved a huge ball gag into the Swan's mouth taking her by surprise. It was so large that the heroine thought that her mouth would not be able to take it's full girth but with brute force she felt it pop past her lips and under her teeth, painfully drawing them apart. That motion seemed to take the fight out of the distressed damsel who widened her eyes and began waddling down the hallway wondering what on earth she was walking into this time...

 

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Thousands of miles away in an abandoned monastery, the undercover detective Joanna Moorhead was faring little better.

 

Worse in fact.

 

Her private room was not as nice as Scarlett's - it was little more than a stone walled dungeon. Still wearing her tight yellow polo shirt, skinny white jeans, brown leather boots and black leather gloves, the blonde haired beauty was in a world of hurt.

 

Standing upright her legs were parted agonisingly wide and manacled to the floor, her arms were bound with chains at the wrists and pulled high up over her head to a beam above. A large ball gag parted her sweet lips and sweat poured down her dirt stained face. Behind her a machine with a large wheel paddled her ass cheeks constantly bringing individual yelps of pain as each one of the large flat metal faces swatted her rear end consistently.

 

A small tear trickled down her face as the cruel contraption carried on working the distressed detective's rear. Her tight fitting clothes were now stained with dirt and sweat as her captors kept her in a continued state of slavery. No, the smell emanating from this once proud heroine was not nice, not nice at all.

 

She bucked and convulsed as each swipe brought fresh pain to her already numb ass cheeks. She tried to twist and turn to avoid it's stinging slaps but her legs were pulled out far too wide for the blonde beauty to manoeuvre out of its path.

 

The fiends had kept her like this for hours. Indeed the gorgeous gumshoe was finding new meaning to the word punishment as they kept her bound tightly for long periods of time and tormented her throughout with a variety of cruel devices. Her only respite came when they untied her and brought her food – even then it was hardly cordon bleu cuisine.

 

But she was thankful for it – it tasted a damn sight better than sucking down on monk cock meat every so often! The fiends had even put her to work, mopping up or scrubbing floors – a task made even more difficult with her wrists bound in front of her, a huge ball gag stuffed into her yawning mouth and randy monks looking on as her shapely rear bobbed up and down. Even more humiliating was the task of cleaning the vile machines that had earlier been used on her.

 

No, Joanna was not in good place – but as they say, fortune favours the brave...

 

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Back on the mysterious Greek Island and inside the large residence owned by the equally mysterious Kristos, the Swan was being forcefully marched down corridors whilst gagged and cruelly bound. She tried desperately to memorise the route - it was indeed a strange and foreboding place but if she had any hope of escape then the heroine knew she must store away any information she could about her new surroundings.

 

Finally after a long and exhausting walk they arrived at some large wooden doors which Carla unlocked as the ninjas held the heroine firmly in their grasp. As soon as they swung open she could feel the brutes undoing her bonds, firstly her bound ankles and then her wrists. With a gun pressed against the back of her head The Swan didn't dare make any sudden movements and rubbed her sore wrists tentatively.

 

Then without warning they pushed her through the opening into the dimly lit room in front of her.

 

"I'll leave you to take care of the gag!" laughed Carla, "I don't want to hear any more of your bitching or complaining. It won't do you any good anyhow - it's almost time for your first match! Ta ta deary - t'was nice knowing you! Such a shame, I could have had so much fun with that hot bod of yours...oh well."

 

Before The Swan could react the doors were slammed shut and she was alone once more. Reaching behind her head she quickly undid the ball gag's buckle and immediately removed it. Oh what bliss she felt when she could move her lips up and down - but her relief was to be short lived.

 

Surveying her new home she found herself in a tiny dark room with only two doors - the one she came through and the one opening in front of her...

 

Suddenly a bright light burst through and became temporarily blinded as her eyes adjusted to the changing visage. Holding her hand to her forehead she peered out into the new room blinking as she slowly walked out into the glare.

 

As her eyes adjusted she removed her hand and eventually everything became much clearer. She found herself standing dead centre of a large circular room, surrounded by tall stone walls. Instantly she looked around for an exit but could only see another set of tall wooden doors in front of her. Then it quickly became apparent that the heroine was not alone.

 

Looking up she could see rows of people sat on benches peering down at her. She couldn't actually see their faces as the lights shining from directly above her silhouetted the figures. All she knew was that there were a lot of them.

 

She could make out a thin veil of smoke collecting above their heads – obviously some of them were puffing on cigars. It was then that she froze.

 

The Cygnet.

 

The Swan's trusted sidekick sat trussed up in a chair, her dire situation lit up by a single spotlight engulfing her. She too was dressed identically to The Swan in a leather blazer, white shirt, black leather mini skirt and black leather thigh high boots adorning her shapely legs. Each one painfully spread wide, lifted and tied by the ankles to the back of the chair, raising them off the ground. More rope looped around her jutting breasts pinning her torso to the wooden frame. She was also heavily cleave gagged, muffling her whimpers and groans.

 

The distressed brunette's eyes widened in abject horror when she saw her friend down below. The Swan called out to her;

 

“Cygnet! Thank god you're ok! What have you done with her you fiends? I demand you show yourselves! Where am I?”

 

“Enough!” barked a voice beside the crime fighter's trussed up partner. He stood up from his seat and walked out into the light, revealing himself. He was indeed a man of Greek origin, darkly tanned, slightly overweight, dark hair and a fat cigar bulging from underneath a thick black moustache.

 

“Let the sport commence!”

 

Before the leather clad avenger could respond the large oak doors in front of her suddenly opened. Her heart started pounding and she momentarily held her breath as she wondered what on earth was about to happen...

 

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Back at the monastery of the Brotherhood of Fayth, the beaten and bound blonde detective Joanna Moorhead was discovering new levels of pain and humiliation. All but robbed of her fiery will, the short haired heroine was now nothing more than a gibbering wreck. All hope of escape or rescue had long left town and the once proud crime fighter was now admitting defeat and looking forward to nothing more than complete servitude to her masters.

 

On this particular evening two of the monks had put her to work, forcing the distressed detective to scrub the bathroom floor. Still dressed in white jeans, brown boots, yellow polo shirt and black gloves, Joanna longed to use the wash room facilities herself as she was now quite disgustingly filthy.

 

Kneeling on the floor she struggled to get a grip on the scrubbing brush as both her hands were tied in front of her and her legs were tied at the knees and ankles. A bit gag parted her lips and caused the humiliated heroine to drool on the very floor she was anxiously scrubbing. She took the brush to her bucket to dunk it some more but then lost her balance and knocked the container over, spilling foamy water all over the stone floor.

 

“You clumsy bitch!”

 

Far from being holy in their actions they certainly didn't talk like monks either.

 

“You'll pay for that you fuckin whore!”

 

Joanna shuddered as she knew what meant. Bowing her head she tried to fight them off but it was no use. Untied she would have a chance against them but given her current state she was going nowhere. The monks grabbed her and took off her gag, then they undid her jeans and pulled them down to her knees.

 

Bending her forwards over the wash tub, Joanna's arms were trapped between her body and the ceramic surface of the basin. Then without warning her eyes darted open as she felt the full force of monk cock invade her pussy from behind.

It wasn't a new experience, having been raped several times in the few days she spent there but it was no less traumatic every time she found herself gang banged by those hooded fiends. She tried to brace herself for the attack but it was hopeless, the cock pounded her pussy like a jack hammer. Once again the vile villains decided she could take it in more than one hole so the other monk quickly jumped in the tub and forced his mammoth cock between her luscious lips.

 

She could feel his length push through her teeth and into her throat. Gagging as he did so, Joanna had little choice but to just lean over the tub and take it. She felt her head tilted harshly back as the fiend pumped his dick into her mouth again and again, there was nowhere for her to go. The other monk continued his frenzied attack in her pussy, plunging it deeper and deeper, reaming the beaten blonde into submission. She felt the two massive manhoods press into her repeatedly, her mind cleared, her eyes rolled back and once again she was nothing more that a empty headed fuck toy.

 

The assault continued for what seemed like an eternity but Joanna had no concept of time right now. She didn’t have any concept of anything other than she was doing what she'd been doing endlessly for the last few days. Just as the monks started cumming and trickles of spunk started oozing from between her lips and ass cheeks a huge explosion of a different kind stopped the monks in their tracks.

 

“What the fuck was that?” one of them said as they both withdrew from their toy instantly. Rushing over to the window the monks left Joanna simply slouching over the basin – the blonde haired harlot caring not a jot what was going on outside nor in fact mindful of anything that was going on.

 

The monks seemed very concerned by what they saw and rushed out of the wash room instantly, leaving Joanna wallowing in a pit of cum soaked self loathing. Again another explosion - this one finally shaking the bound beauty out of her catatonic state.

 

She looked up to see that both the monks had gone and left her to her own devices. Groggily standing up she could hear screams and loud bangs coming from outside. It was only when she heard the sound of machine gun fire that she quickly gathered her senses.

 

Hopping over to the window she could see two helicopters landing in the grounds of the monastery with several masked armed men leaping out of them and shooting any monks that challenged them. Indeed, several of the monks were now armed themselves but were heavily outnumbered and taken completely by surprise.

 

Joanna smiled as she thought that the authorities had finally come to her rescue but then this quickly turned to a frown when she noticed the masked men shooting unarmed monks running away. One even took out a dagger and threw it quite accurately into the back of another monk.

 

“Ninjas?” she asked herself, “They look like ninjas. Why would ninjas be attacking monks? I think I better get out of here!” The heroine looked around and found a small tumbler on a shelf. Taking it she smashed it on the floor and started using a shard of shattered glass to cut away her bonds. Once free she ran over to the door but froze when she saw several armed ninjas running up the stairs, slaughtering many monks in their path and cutting off her escape route in the process.

 

Shutting the door Joanna backed up into the wash room and looked around desperately for a weapon of some kind. It was then that she spotted the entry to the laundry chute...

 

 

STAY TUNED FOR THE FINAL PART OF THE SWAN – THE SHOW MUST GO ON...