Chapter 3
The brief yet terrible punishment had completely knocked out the blonde heroine, and her captors wasted no time. The hired thugs lifted the lean bound form of the Black Canary. Two large men easily held her up under her armpits (at their boss’s request), her unconscious head lolled to the side as her body was roughly heaved from the cold floor.
Moments ago the heroine fought wildly against the overwhelming goons, and now slumped like a harmless rag doll inches from the man she had come for, Vulker. The mastermind behind this abduction stood smiling; he looked down at the woman’s black leather boots bound neatly together at the ankles, and slowly up her long supple legs wrapped in black fishnet tights. His hand landed softy on her hip as his eyes scanned her tight shorts that hugged her waist and buttocks perfectly. Her shorts sat low on her pelvis maybe three inches above her woman hood. Her stomach glistened with perspiration and moved slightly with slow breaths, quivering randomly as her nervous system recovered from the electrical onslaught.
Vulker’s other hand moved to her chest. Both arms were tied tightly behind her back and both elbows cinched together painfully bending her athletic shoulders back. Her perfect round breasts pointed opposite directions; they spread apart so much her costume material became almost shear showing the exact outline of her round nipples, one of which was under the thumb of her enemy’s wandering hand. There was no resistance from the beautiful blonde, her mascara covered lashes fluttered a little as her body tried to regain consciousness. Vulker let his hand glide up her body from her hip grabbed her gagged jaw and straitened her head to his. Her eyes stayed closed but her expression seemed to come back, Canary’s eye brows arched and a whimpering moan crept from her tight gag.
Vulker slid his hand down the Black Canary's skin tight costume absorbing every curve and soft texture until he reached her pelvis. His forefinger probed the front of her shorts softly rubbing her mound and locating her sex. Vulker starred into the beautiful woman's unconscious face as her expressions reflected what was being done to her.
The crew of thugs quietly watched the helpless heroine slowly come to. Another sexy moan escaped her as her eyelids slowly opened. Her long legs moved slowly rubbing against one another causing a slight hiss sound from her fishnet tights. It was clear the blonde bombshell was enjoying this; so did her captors. The fondling accelerated and the force Vulker applied increased. Canary's breaths quickened as did her noises– small whines and muffled moans–her nipples stood erect as well. She tugged weakly at her bindings completely helpless and clearly aroused. The molestation continued and Vulker pulled her tight stretchy gag from her mouth and slid it over her eyes. Canary’s moans were more clear and her pouty lips quivered as Vulker pressed his mouth to hers stabbing his tongue into her mouth. She kissed back and Vulker pulled away leaving the blindfolded heroine to search with her lips.
Canary then tensed up as if she instantly realized her predicament and was roughly torn from whatever erotic fantasy she was enjoying (which secretly was reality). Canary now struggled like a caged tiger and pulled free of the perverted hands of Vulker’s but was held fast by the strong thugs. The outraged heroine screamed as her tight gag was replaced; she thrashing her bound legs up and down trying to loosen their iron grip. Two men held her boots up behind her and held her writhing form horizontally; she levitated helplessly in the tight grasp of four thugs.
Vulker approached her while pouring a bottle of chloroform into a rag. Canary panicked and tried thrashing around as the clothe covered her mouth and nose. The blonde held her breath and her eyes pleaded with the captors, but that only seemed to arouse them. She held her breath for as long as she could but eventually took a deep breath, her big black lashes fluttered as her beautiful green eyes crossed softly and another of her sexy light moans filled the room.
The heroines head swayed in the cool air in the underground parking lot at “84168 Devon Road”. The largest man in the group of five had the Black Canary tied up and slung over his shoulder. The unconscious heroine’s golden hair swayed with every step the thug made. Her long fit arms were tied at the elbow and wrist stretching her shear black shirt; her fishnet covered buttocks protruded up as her midsection rest on the thug’s strong shoulder. Canary’s trademark legs were tied at the knees and ankles. The lean woman’s frame didn’t seem to slow the hooded man; he easily kept up with his boss’s hurried pace.
The lot was intentionally abandoned except for the four identical Lincoln town cars parked in single file. When Vulker and his entourage reached the idling cars the unconscious blonde was lowered down, as her bearer leaned forward he took one more hand full of her perfect silken behind and set it down softly on the leather upholstered back seat. The heroines gagged head slumped forward another goons hand grabbed a handful of her hair and exposed her gorgeous features; “still snoozing “the man snickered. A burlap sack was pulled roughly over her head and was cinched at her throat. Vulker got into the car on the opposite side as the heroine’s torso fell on the seat. The thugs crammed and groped her fishnet covered legs and leather bound feet into the car and slammed the door shut. The motorcade sped out of the lot and raced into the cold Gotham night.