In the Blink of an Eye...a White Owl Adventure
I was back in Queen City as the traveling curator of a new collection of artifacts I'd spent the summer carefully excavating in Twinfort-on-Sea, England. Dr Chatterjee had stepped out of his office with a large scowl on his face.
"Not your usual assortment of gold and gems, is it Athena?" he glowered, arching his thick eyebrows.
"Well no. But I did find a Saxon drinking horn, fully intact and it had dried mead still inside. And the expedition also turned up valuable fertility fetish. Personally I think it's ugly, but Lloyd's insured it for a million dollars. Additionally I learned a lot about the Saxon invasions that led to England becoming mostly Anglo and Saxon. So despite finding few 'trinkets' Dr Chatterjee, I think it was money well spent."
"Well spent by the museum?" he asked.
"No, I went under the auspices of an exchange program between Angel Falls University and Twinfort's St Methodius college. I think there may have been a grant from the Nikos Fund too." I smiled widely and Chatterjee harrumphed, waddling back to his office. I stifled a laugh and made my own way down the hall to the visiting curator's office. I couldn't use the one that had been mine before--a new archaeologist in residence was there, though from all accounts she had offers pending from Philadelphia and Las Vegas.
I had no sooner turned the key in the lock when I heard a "SQUEEEEE!!! ATHENA!!!!" and a short bundle of effervescence and joy grabbed me from behind. "When did you get in?" I heard from under the carrot orange hair.
"Hi Cassidy! I got in late last night. I'm here to run the new Saxon exhibit for a month, then I'm back to Angel Falls. How are you?" Cassidy Yeats is the Queen City Museum Center's director of fine arts, a 5'1" dynamo of pure energy.
"I'm terrific Athena. We just opened a new exhibit last week--a fantastic collection of Chinese and Japanese Imperial art; along with a selection of royal jewelery. Want to see it?"
"I'd love to Cassidy. But can I come after closing?"
"Sure thing, one of the perks of the job; or so I'm told. Meet me here after 6 and I'll give you a tour, then you can buy me dinner."
"OK but I wasn't aware you liked Gold Line chili," I said.
"Not that! Anything but that!" Cassidy mimed dying, then smiled. "I'll pick a place that won't pick your pocket too badly, Chica. TTFN!" She blew a kiss at me and swooshed down the hall. I swear, I could never be that happy until after my second cup of coffee. I sat at the unfamiliar desk, and opened my briefcase, going over the liner notes for the exhibit. Actually it was pretty routine and after a couple hours I wandered down to the snack bar for some of the better coffee the museum serves. The lobby was full, which was surprising for a weekday, and I wandered along with the crowd, eager to see the Egyptian exhibits I'd brought back two years previously.
After my short walk, I went back to my own area. Things were going well, though Chatterjee was close by, wringing his hands. "I can't believe it Ms Nikos. This will cost us so much money! No one is coming. NO ONE."
I looked at the crowd. Yes it was small, but the faces seemed intelligent and interested. What's more, they seemed about the right size based on the exhibit's showings in both Angel Falls and Tampa; both earning double of what any comparable exhibit had earned. When I informed Chatterjee of this he grimaced, then strode off again like a hungry and worried tiger. The remainder of the afternoon passed quickly and I found myself heading to Cassidy's office after closing.
"Heya Chica!" she bubbled as I pushed open the door. "I'm all set for my show and a dinner!" Cassidy's knee length skirt was gray wool tonight, matching the gray water silk of her blouse. Her hair was carrot orange (as noted before) and her eyes danced as she talked to me about the art and treasures. "You won't believe how difficult it was to get these for an exhibit Athena. And it wasn't the Chinese that were so difficult, believe it or not. Chatterjee was not thrilled either, but once the first week's receipts were in, he mellowed out a little. Believe it or not he even half smiled at me."
"You're kidding, right?" I asked in astonishment. Chatterjee keeps a tight watch on the museum's bottom line, and if things look even slightly down, he's sulky. And when they're fantastic, he's sulky. But Cassidy kept to her story. She nodded at Walter, the guard at the art exhibit and we both showed our badges to him. After dutifully signing the after hours log, Cassidy led me into the art gallery.
The walls were hung with beautiful ink artworks from China and Japan, along with some gorgeous jade and terra cotta statuary. I gasped in amazement, trying to take it all in. I turned to look at Cassidy, to get her reaction when I felt something grip my shoulder. In the blink of an eye, I found myself bound back to back with Cassidy. Another eye blink and a thick gag was shoved in my mouth and my blouse was opened revealing a powder blue bra. I felt something squeeze my breasts and gasped in astonishment. Behind me, I could hear Cassidy squeal as well. I watched helplessly in horror as with alarming speed, the walls of the art exhibit emptied.
It was over in just over three minutes. The robbery that is. I wriggled along with Cassidy and it took us another minute or two to get the gags out of our mouths. Our now unmuffled cries alerted Walter and soon both he and Michael were in the exhibition hall, unbinding Cassidy and me. After he got the ropes off, Walter looked at the walls of the room and whistled. "Whoowie...someone's got some explaining to do."
"So much for a homecoming dinner," whimpered Cassidy. "And so much for my career."
"Don't worry Cassidy. The police will get him," I said.
"How? He's an invisible man!"
"He can't be," I said. "But he may be moving very quickly."
Lieutenant Sipowitcz of the QCPD was kind with his questioning. After I was questioned, I waited while he debriefed Cassidy, I managed to sit in the security control room with Walter, Michael and Tami. The petite blonde security guard was new, but dedicated to her job.
"I didn't see anything Dr Nikos. It was like the cameras were on--then they went off." She ran the tape of Cassidy and me entering the gallery then the images showed us sitting down and tied. Then the screen went blank and the security alarm recorded a door fault at loading dock three.
"Can you slow it down?" I asked.
"Yes but I still can't see anything. It all happens so quickly."
I nodded. "I was there, remember?"
Tami smiled. "Yeah I guess you were. Are you ok?"
"Well I wouldn't say no to more coffee, but otherwise I'm fine. You said there was a fault at the loading dock?" I thanked Michael as he refilled my cup.
"Yes, but when I checked it out, the door was secured. I think it may have been a glitch in the system."
"Do we have a camera out there?" I asked.
"Yes. But I don't see anything at the dock." She brought up that tape and the time stamp showed the empty dock. But I could see a panel van idling at the extreme perimeter of the camera's sweep. In the brief three minutes, I could see the driver's door open, then I saw the back door open. A minute later the doors were shut and in the third minute I saw the van slowly driving out.
"Of course!" I thought. "He has to expend so much energy in his run that he needs a vehicle to allow him time to recover!" I memorized the license plate, intending to have the Guild run it for me after I got home. Cassidy stuck her head in the door. "Hey Athena. Lieutenant Sipowitcz says we're done for now. Can I take a rain check on dinner?"
"Sure, Cassidy. But only if you can drive me back to Victory Park. I missed my bus. It seems I was a little tied up when it came." Cassidy laughed and agreed. Twenty-five minutes later, I was climbing the stairs to my old apartment. I looked at apartment one, still empty after three months and knew there had to be a tenant out there. I wandered on up the stairs, opening the door to my "penthouse" and locked it behind me. Since my arrival the night before, I had groceries and clean sheets on the bed; but tonight would be no time for rest.
I slipped upstairs and found my old costume, hanging in the secret closet I'd installed. I pulled the shoulder straps up and realized how much I'd missed this costume. Cinching my belt around my waist, I slipped into the new gloves Mr Wickersham had made for me. I left my mask on top of my head, then sat down at the computer to do my research.
I found two similar robberies reported in the last month. One had been a government research center near Overland Park and the other had been a Monitor and Wager off site facility in Zenith. In both cases, there had been no alarms, no one was seen and in both cases any potential witnesses had been swiftly dealt with. Apparently, the Monitor and Wager theft had been incomplete--the papers indicated the main research was being conducted at the Queen City offices.
I spent the rest of the night patrolling near Monitor and Wager's offices and research park downtown. The building was brightly lit and well patrolled but I knew now it would make little difference. About 3:30 am, though, I noticed a pattern of lights blinking on and off through the building--in one second bursts. I had him.
I scanned nearby parking garages and found the van on the eighth floor. Two minutes passed and I heard the engine start. I emerged from behind my pillar and braced myself to stop the van. I heard brakes squeal and caught the van as it roared at me. The van's wheels spun, creating a layer of black smoke. I heard the van go out of gear, then looking up, I saw the driver's door was open. I looked inside the van--it was empty. Warily, I floated over the top of the van and landed in the back. The doors were ajar and I swung them wide. Aside from some old gray tarps, a bag of cheeseburgers and two black briefcases, the van was empty. Where had he gone?
Too late I remembered the speed with which this robber move. I felt a heavy arm grab my midsection, pinning one arm to my side. I swung free and saw him...dressed in a green and brown body suit, close cropped blonde hair. I pivoted on my right foot and launched a roundhouse kick to his head. But I wound up spinning in place. Goddess! He moved so swiftly.
"Over here, White Owl," I heard. He stood mocking me with his arms crossed. I sprung and dove at him, then slammed my head into a heavy concrete pillar where he'd been standing an eye blink before. I dropped to my hands and knees, woozy from the heavy blow to my forehead.
A thick cloth filled with an acrid smell was clamped over my nose and mouth. I swung wildly, but the gas was taking its toll and I soon drooped over unconscious in my attacker's arms. He dragged me to the open doors in the back of the van and pushed my unconscious form inside. From an inner pouch in his belt he drew a small hypodermic needle and with a steady hand he jabbed it into my thigh. "I thought I might have to deal with you , heroine; so I came prepared," he growled. My eyes fluttered from the needle's prick, then I was completely out.
"I'll deal with you later," he growled. "I need to put some miles between here and now, before I can play though." He jumped back into the cab and slowly accelerated out of the parking garage. Though Queen City is a relatively large place, within 20 minutes in any direction it can be very rural and very wooded. The driver headed east out of the city, and followed the river. I don't think he counted on my recovery powers though and it wasn't long before I began to moan with the first sounds of coming back to consciousness. The driver glanced back, frightened, then pulled into a closed county park about fifteen minutes later. The park was secluded, with no camping and no gates. He pulled up to a scenic overlook and stopped the van.
"A bit sooner than I would have liked," he said to himself, rolling out of the driver's seat. I slowly sat up, trying to get my bearings. The back door to the van popped open then and I gazed again into the face of my captor. He leered as he watched my disorientation.
"Well, what have we here?" I asked, still feeling sluggish.
"You can call me Doppler," he said. "Or better still, your worst nightmare."
"Oh I can think of scarier things than you," I began, reaching for my toolbelt. But I felt a strong blow on the side of my head. Reeling in pain, I clutched at my scalp,. Doppler seemed not to have moved. But I saw in his right hand, he held a large softball bat, and in his left...my belt?
Gasping in shock, I reached for my belt but my trim waist was bare. I looked up and saw the bat coming down at my forehead again. I tried to block it but wasn't fast enough. I drooped over to my side, struggling to maintain balance on my hands and knees. Doppler wasted no time grabbing my right wrist and jerking me over on my back. I heard a pair of clicks and looked in shock as my wrist was clamped tightly to the seat frame. With amazing swiftness, Doppler soon secured me to both seat frames, then locked my ankles to the hinges of the van doors. With horror I saw the restraints were my own.
"Nice of you to bring your own bondage devices White Owl," he said. "It will make it easier."
I glared at Doppler, fighting to keep my fear at bay. "What is it you want Doppler?" I asked.
"Well, I could go for a couple shakes and a few burgers about now," he replied with a smirk. Then pulling a large pocket knife from his own belt, he crept into the van and hissed, "But I've got another thought in mind right now." He slipped the sharp blade up against my throat and laughed.
"I could kill you now, White Owl," he said. "But that seems like such a waste. So lets start with this." He slit the two shoulder straps of my costume, then set the knife aside and pulled the front of my costume down. My breasts glowed under the dome light, and Doppler grinned.
"You can't!" I said in astonishment. "You can't do thi....AAAAUUUGGGHH!!"
Doppler squeezed my breasts and twisted them, then bit down on the dark brown aureola. His tongue lapped greedily at the nipple and I felt my breasts getting firmer with each unwanted squeeze. "Not the biggest tits I've ever seen, but these are certainly among the nicest." He continued to squeeze and suck on my breasts. I rocked back and forth, trying to snap the cuffs, or trying to flex my knees and get free. Doppler's hands slipped down inside my costume, cupping my breasts. I gasped as he continued his unwanted touching. He straddled me and put his hands on my wrists; his foul breath turning my head. "I'll bet you've never been this helpless, have you White Owl? Well I think I have something that's just been waiting for you." My heart was racing, and I was feeling very vulnerable.
I felt a his manhood pressing against my breasts as he leaned in. "No," I whimpered. "You can't do this to me."
"Sure I can; it's easy." Doppler slid down my body and pulled the costume along behind him. He lifted my tail from the floor and peeled the leotard down past my thighs. I heard him chuckle as he exposed my pale blue thong underneath my leotard. "Oh this is JUST what I needed," he said. His knife came out again and with two swift snicks my thong was removed, exposing my swollen pussy to his leering gaze.
"I HAVE to tap that," he said. But first he took my thong and balled it up, then shoved it into my mouth.
"MMMPPPHHH!!!" I protested. but my raging fell on deaf ears. Doppler pulled his pants free and dropped between my knees. Tears formed in my eyes as his throbbing cock pressed against my velvet nether lips. I screamed into the gag as Doppler plowed his way deep into my womanhood. I moaned in pain as his sausage sized penis spread me wider and wider apart. I twisted, trying to throw him off. In fact, I tried to resist as long as I could, but bound as I was, Doppler had an easy time with me. My body bucked, rocked and twisted. I squealed into my gag, the sour taste of my panties nearly choking me. Surely this wasn't happening, I thought. I'm White Owl--a superheroine! Apparently my body didn't know all that because my back arched as he plunged ever deeper and I could feel myself tightening to accept his offerings.
"Nooooo," I thought. "I can't let him win. I can't lose...not like this." Just when I felt I was about to give in, I felt Doppler stop pumping, and felt his warm seed spilling inside of me. I screamed in fury and frustration. Tears filled my eyes as well as my juices mingled with his. My body relaxed a bit, weak from the afterglow of the long night. Doppler wasn't finished though and he shoved his chloroform infused rag into my face.
"Nightly night White Owl," he muttered. The world went red, then gray, then black.
I woke with a shiver and a start. Looking around, I saw the constellations milling above me and the moon drifting toward the Ohio in the west. My legs and arms felt like rubber, my head was clouded and I could feel the shame of failure rising inside me. I was tied to a large pine tree, but my weapons belt and handcuffs were gone. I sat in a bed of pine needles, with the remnants of my costume pulled around my ankles. I pulled at the ropes, and felt the hemp snapping as I did, then rose shakily to my feet. I pulled the shreds of my costume up, and tied the leotard over one shoulder. Feeling fear for the first time, I rose unsteadily into the air and flew back to Victory Park for a quick change.
The computer pinged as soon as I activated the tracer in my belt. Wherever Doppler had taken it, I could find it. I doubt he knew I was coming, and so I had the element of surprise. A fifteen minute flight later, I was nearing Meadowbrook, or more specifically an old farmhouse and barn outside the small community.
"Are you sure White Owl can't find us Doppler?" asked Willie, as he and his four companions watched Doppler shifting information onto several flash devices. Two empty cases of beer lay nearby and each of the men were nursing a cold one.
"Positive. And I left her in such a way she wouldn't WANT to find me," he laughed. Then he frowned. "Damn, I forgot the art and gems are in the house. Pete? Go warm up the van. The rest of you, start cleaning this place--we don't want the cops to find us. I'll be right back. With a blur, Doppler disappeared.
The men headed to the barn, grumbling about the scut work. But Willie looked up in shock when he saw Pete come flying out the barn's door. I followed behind, my hands balled confidently on my hips. "Where's Doppler?" I demanded.
"Christ! Look what she did to Pete!!" shouted Tony. Get her!" Guns were drawn and bullets flashed. I'm certain the men were marksmen because I could feel the fusillade of bullets bouncing from the Nu Silk. I grabbed the nearest gunman, bending his wrist against a tractor and he dropped his gun; howling in pain.
"You idiots," said Willie. "We can't stop her with bullets!" The remaining three charged at me, and I grabbed the nearest one, throwing him into the van's side with a loud clang. The other two double teamed me, one going high, one going low. I jumped up, grabbing a cross beam and kicked out, knocking the high one into the the lower.
I studied the grounded men, smiling. "Give up boys?" I asked. Then without warning, I felt a whoosh and found my arms chained tightly to my body. My wrists were once again restrained behind me; this time with my own heavy duty cuffs. The chains wrapped above and below my breasts and I squirmed uncomfortably.
"Welcome back White Bitch!" said Doppler. In his hand he again held my belt. "It was nice of you to bring me more of your toys." He pushed me back into the collection of woozy henchmen and laughed.
"How...how do you do that?" I asked breathlessly.
"Well White Owl, one night as I was robbing the Tyler Chemical factory, a freakish bolt of lightning came through an open window, shattering several chemicals. I was doused, but otherwise all right. But when it came time to make my escape, I found I could run faster than a blue streak. Only I had to eat like crazy to keep my energy levels normal. Price you pay, right?" He winked at me. "And speaking of prices to pay, keep her entertained boys. I'm off to arrange the sale of these artworks and the technology. I think I can arrange an extra buyer for White Owl as well. Don't forget to chloroform her when you're done having fun." He bid them a cheery wave and climbed into the van, disappearing down the winding county road.
His men were on me like hungry dogs on a steak. Restrained with my own handcuffs, I was no match for the five men and after a few moments of kicking and attempting to fly, I found myself on my back, with eager pawing hands pulling my costume down and away. I soon found myself without my leotard and was thrown to the floor. Willie straddled my shoulders and stuck his erect member into my face. "Suck this bitch!" he said, pulling my dark hair and forcing my mouth onto his massive cock. "No," I screamed. " You can't do this to mmmbblee..." His foul penis was shoved forcefully into my mouth, and I tasted the salt sweat.
Tony reached behind Willie and began playing with my breasts, kneading, squeezing and biting at them. Pete unzipped his pants and the other two held my legs flat and apart, so the goon could plant himself into my private garden.
Willie was so excited at the prospect of raping a heroine, he seized almost immediately. I felt a coppery, acidic liquid hit the back of my throat and gagged. Willie laughed and grabbed my hair again, pulling me back onto his not so stiff member. "We aren't done yet, lady," he said.
"No...No more...Pleammmmbbblleee.."
My hips were gyrating wildly too as Pete drove his huge penis deeper and deeper into me. I couldn't hold out, and my body betrayed me, bucking like a mare. It took several minutes but he too exploded inside me spreading semen along my thighs and crotch. Spent, Pete shifted off of me and Tony took his turn.
Willie came again, spewing my face with his foul seed. I choked on the semen and he laughed. As he stood to change places, I tried to escape, but another goon was there almost immediately. My eyes grew wide with terror as I was penetrated repeatedly, the gang bang continuing for what seemed like forever. My breasts were bruised and sore, my legs were crusted over and I felt less like a heroine than ever. My body was running on pure instinct, raising and falling with each thrust into my tortured vagina. After the third climax, my head shot back and I screamed, and then my mind blanked--I have no conscious remembrance of what happened.
Finally the last man gave up and I felt the thick cloth cover my face. The sickly sweet smell of the chloroform again seized my brain. I tried to resist, but was unable to move my head much. I drooped, my head laying against my sweat stained and bruised breasts.
I don't know how long I lay there, but I woke faster than the men. My body's healing ability handled the chloroform faster than anyone might have imagined. I also realized Doppler hadn't informed his men of this little fact and for that I gave thanks.
I was laying on my side, bound with heavy rope. Someone had decided to practice their bondage fetish on me, and I was wearing a rope harness , complete with a tight crotch tie. The chains that had held me were still linked around my breasts, now framed with a nice rope. As I struggled to a sitting position, I found my muscles stiff and unresponsive. The knotted crotch rope climbed into my battered pelvis and I drew a sharp intake of air as my still overly sensitive pussy was once again stimulated. It hurt to move and the restrictions of the ties made it even more difficult.
All around me in the barn, Doppler's men lay sleeping off their own afterglows. I scanned the room in desperation, knowing I had to get free. It was on the second scan that I found an old tiller tine. Painfully I began slithering toward it, whimpering softly as the crotch rope worked its magic against my sex. I got to the tine and began rubbing the ropes against it. The metal was dull, but still sharp enough to loosen the fibers of the rope. The wrist ropes snapped and I quickly broke free of the rest of my ropes. I found my costume and my toolbelt laying on a side table and after unlocking my wrist cuffs, I quickly donned them, beginning to feel some of the old confidence returning. I looked a fright; my knees and nerves were both VERY shaky and the thick crust of all the juices I had shared tonight made me shamed and angry. I had been handed a major defeat tonight, but I intended to turn it to my gain.
Working quickly, I handcuffed all of Doppler's men, then wove a length of chain through their arms attaching them to the main post of the barn. The men were groggy, but quickly roused when they saw what had happened. I decided to keep things calm though, and tossed a gas ball into the center of the group, causing the henchmen to fall back to sleep. Just in the nick of time too, for I saw the headlights of Doppler's van pulling into the driveway. The van crept to a stop and the door opened. Doppler stepped from the cab and called out "Pete? Willie?" Silence greeted him. Doppler grumbled that his men must have had too much fun, and strode angrily toward the barn, a bag of Big Belly cheeseburgers in one hand.
He stepped into a clearing and I unleashed the phosphorus flare, lighting up the sky. "My God!" he shouted, throwing a hand over his eyes. In that moment I threw my second ball; hitting Doppler square in the chest. My net ball billowed open, wrapping the villain in a tight, sticky web. I saw his feet trying to get traction, but the motor oil I'd spread on the driveway wasn't lending itself to quality traction. Doppler fell over and I landed next to him. "I owe you BIG time mister," I shouted, kicking the bastard in the head. Doppler groaned and dropped. Apparently he had a glass jaw. I called the sheriff's department on my cell phone, then sat to eat the cheeseburgers as I waited.
"Now how do I hold a man in jail who can run so fast White Owl?" asked Sheriff Coates, as he came to the farm to collect Doppler and his gang.
"Well, he can't run through doors and walls, Sheriff. Just keep him on a minimal diet; the 2000 or so calories the prison serves. He won't be able to pick up too much speed that way. After this, though, he's your issue, not mine." I looked into the squad car.
"Belle Reve will be able to handle you, Doppler," I said
"You mean the way I handled YOU, Owl?" I shuddered.
"You may have taken me down," I said. "But I've taken you out."
"Not for long cutie. I'll be back in a jiffy!"
The squad cars rolled out of sight and I wondered if Doppler was right. I flew into the dawning skies and wondered if Father Timothy was up for an early morning confessional.
The End.
I was back in Queen City as the traveling curator of a new collection of artifacts I'd spent the summer carefully excavating in Twinfort-on-Sea, England. Dr Chatterjee had stepped out of his office with a large scowl on his face.
"Not your usual assortment of gold and gems, is it Athena?" he glowered, arching his thick eyebrows.
"Well no. But I did find a Saxon drinking horn, fully intact and it had dried mead still inside. And the expedition also turned up valuable fertility fetish. Personally I think it's ugly, but Lloyd's insured it for a million dollars. Additionally I learned a lot about the Saxon invasions that led to England becoming mostly Anglo and Saxon. So despite finding few 'trinkets' Dr Chatterjee, I think it was money well spent."
"Well spent by the museum?" he asked.
"No, I went under the auspices of an exchange program between Angel Falls University and Twinfort's St Methodius college. I think there may have been a grant from the Nikos Fund too." I smiled widely and Chatterjee harrumphed, waddling back to his office. I stifled a laugh and made my own way down the hall to the visiting curator's office. I couldn't use the one that had been mine before--a new archaeologist in residence was there, though from all accounts she had offers pending from Philadelphia and Las Vegas.
I had no sooner turned the key in the lock when I heard a "SQUEEEEE!!! ATHENA!!!!" and a short bundle of effervescence and joy grabbed me from behind. "When did you get in?" I heard from under the carrot orange hair.
"Hi Cassidy! I got in late last night. I'm here to run the new Saxon exhibit for a month, then I'm back to Angel Falls. How are you?" Cassidy Yeats is the Queen City Museum Center's director of fine arts, a 5'1" dynamo of pure energy.
"I'm terrific Athena. We just opened a new exhibit last week--a fantastic collection of Chinese and Japanese Imperial art; along with a selection of royal jewelery. Want to see it?"
"I'd love to Cassidy. But can I come after closing?"
"Sure thing, one of the perks of the job; or so I'm told. Meet me here after 6 and I'll give you a tour, then you can buy me dinner."
"OK but I wasn't aware you liked Gold Line chili," I said.
"Not that! Anything but that!" Cassidy mimed dying, then smiled. "I'll pick a place that won't pick your pocket too badly, Chica. TTFN!" She blew a kiss at me and swooshed down the hall. I swear, I could never be that happy until after my second cup of coffee. I sat at the unfamiliar desk, and opened my briefcase, going over the liner notes for the exhibit. Actually it was pretty routine and after a couple hours I wandered down to the snack bar for some of the better coffee the museum serves. The lobby was full, which was surprising for a weekday, and I wandered along with the crowd, eager to see the Egyptian exhibits I'd brought back two years previously.
After my short walk, I went back to my own area. Things were going well, though Chatterjee was close by, wringing his hands. "I can't believe it Ms Nikos. This will cost us so much money! No one is coming. NO ONE."
I looked at the crowd. Yes it was small, but the faces seemed intelligent and interested. What's more, they seemed about the right size based on the exhibit's showings in both Angel Falls and Tampa; both earning double of what any comparable exhibit had earned. When I informed Chatterjee of this he grimaced, then strode off again like a hungry and worried tiger. The remainder of the afternoon passed quickly and I found myself heading to Cassidy's office after closing.
"Heya Chica!" she bubbled as I pushed open the door. "I'm all set for my show and a dinner!" Cassidy's knee length skirt was gray wool tonight, matching the gray water silk of her blouse. Her hair was carrot orange (as noted before) and her eyes danced as she talked to me about the art and treasures. "You won't believe how difficult it was to get these for an exhibit Athena. And it wasn't the Chinese that were so difficult, believe it or not. Chatterjee was not thrilled either, but once the first week's receipts were in, he mellowed out a little. Believe it or not he even half smiled at me."
"You're kidding, right?" I asked in astonishment. Chatterjee keeps a tight watch on the museum's bottom line, and if things look even slightly down, he's sulky. And when they're fantastic, he's sulky. But Cassidy kept to her story. She nodded at Walter, the guard at the art exhibit and we both showed our badges to him. After dutifully signing the after hours log, Cassidy led me into the art gallery.
The walls were hung with beautiful ink artworks from China and Japan, along with some gorgeous jade and terra cotta statuary. I gasped in amazement, trying to take it all in. I turned to look at Cassidy, to get her reaction when I felt something grip my shoulder. In the blink of an eye, I found myself bound back to back with Cassidy. Another eye blink and a thick gag was shoved in my mouth and my blouse was opened revealing a powder blue bra. I felt something squeeze my breasts and gasped in astonishment. Behind me, I could hear Cassidy squeal as well. I watched helplessly in horror as with alarming speed, the walls of the art exhibit emptied.
It was over in just over three minutes. The robbery that is. I wriggled along with Cassidy and it took us another minute or two to get the gags out of our mouths. Our now unmuffled cries alerted Walter and soon both he and Michael were in the exhibition hall, unbinding Cassidy and me. After he got the ropes off, Walter looked at the walls of the room and whistled. "Whoowie...someone's got some explaining to do."
"So much for a homecoming dinner," whimpered Cassidy. "And so much for my career."
"Don't worry Cassidy. The police will get him," I said.
"How? He's an invisible man!"
"He can't be," I said. "But he may be moving very quickly."
Lieutenant Sipowitcz of the QCPD was kind with his questioning. After I was questioned, I waited while he debriefed Cassidy, I managed to sit in the security control room with Walter, Michael and Tami. The petite blonde security guard was new, but dedicated to her job.
"I didn't see anything Dr Nikos. It was like the cameras were on--then they went off." She ran the tape of Cassidy and me entering the gallery then the images showed us sitting down and tied. Then the screen went blank and the security alarm recorded a door fault at loading dock three.
"Can you slow it down?" I asked.
"Yes but I still can't see anything. It all happens so quickly."
I nodded. "I was there, remember?"
Tami smiled. "Yeah I guess you were. Are you ok?"
"Well I wouldn't say no to more coffee, but otherwise I'm fine. You said there was a fault at the loading dock?" I thanked Michael as he refilled my cup.
"Yes, but when I checked it out, the door was secured. I think it may have been a glitch in the system."
"Do we have a camera out there?" I asked.
"Yes. But I don't see anything at the dock." She brought up that tape and the time stamp showed the empty dock. But I could see a panel van idling at the extreme perimeter of the camera's sweep. In the brief three minutes, I could see the driver's door open, then I saw the back door open. A minute later the doors were shut and in the third minute I saw the van slowly driving out.
"Of course!" I thought. "He has to expend so much energy in his run that he needs a vehicle to allow him time to recover!" I memorized the license plate, intending to have the Guild run it for me after I got home. Cassidy stuck her head in the door. "Hey Athena. Lieutenant Sipowitcz says we're done for now. Can I take a rain check on dinner?"
"Sure, Cassidy. But only if you can drive me back to Victory Park. I missed my bus. It seems I was a little tied up when it came." Cassidy laughed and agreed. Twenty-five minutes later, I was climbing the stairs to my old apartment. I looked at apartment one, still empty after three months and knew there had to be a tenant out there. I wandered on up the stairs, opening the door to my "penthouse" and locked it behind me. Since my arrival the night before, I had groceries and clean sheets on the bed; but tonight would be no time for rest.
I slipped upstairs and found my old costume, hanging in the secret closet I'd installed. I pulled the shoulder straps up and realized how much I'd missed this costume. Cinching my belt around my waist, I slipped into the new gloves Mr Wickersham had made for me. I left my mask on top of my head, then sat down at the computer to do my research.
I found two similar robberies reported in the last month. One had been a government research center near Overland Park and the other had been a Monitor and Wager off site facility in Zenith. In both cases, there had been no alarms, no one was seen and in both cases any potential witnesses had been swiftly dealt with. Apparently, the Monitor and Wager theft had been incomplete--the papers indicated the main research was being conducted at the Queen City offices.
I spent the rest of the night patrolling near Monitor and Wager's offices and research park downtown. The building was brightly lit and well patrolled but I knew now it would make little difference. About 3:30 am, though, I noticed a pattern of lights blinking on and off through the building--in one second bursts. I had him.
I scanned nearby parking garages and found the van on the eighth floor. Two minutes passed and I heard the engine start. I emerged from behind my pillar and braced myself to stop the van. I heard brakes squeal and caught the van as it roared at me. The van's wheels spun, creating a layer of black smoke. I heard the van go out of gear, then looking up, I saw the driver's door was open. I looked inside the van--it was empty. Warily, I floated over the top of the van and landed in the back. The doors were ajar and I swung them wide. Aside from some old gray tarps, a bag of cheeseburgers and two black briefcases, the van was empty. Where had he gone?
Too late I remembered the speed with which this robber move. I felt a heavy arm grab my midsection, pinning one arm to my side. I swung free and saw him...dressed in a green and brown body suit, close cropped blonde hair. I pivoted on my right foot and launched a roundhouse kick to his head. But I wound up spinning in place. Goddess! He moved so swiftly.
"Over here, White Owl," I heard. He stood mocking me with his arms crossed. I sprung and dove at him, then slammed my head into a heavy concrete pillar where he'd been standing an eye blink before. I dropped to my hands and knees, woozy from the heavy blow to my forehead.
A thick cloth filled with an acrid smell was clamped over my nose and mouth. I swung wildly, but the gas was taking its toll and I soon drooped over unconscious in my attacker's arms. He dragged me to the open doors in the back of the van and pushed my unconscious form inside. From an inner pouch in his belt he drew a small hypodermic needle and with a steady hand he jabbed it into my thigh. "I thought I might have to deal with you , heroine; so I came prepared," he growled. My eyes fluttered from the needle's prick, then I was completely out.
"I'll deal with you later," he growled. "I need to put some miles between here and now, before I can play though." He jumped back into the cab and slowly accelerated out of the parking garage. Though Queen City is a relatively large place, within 20 minutes in any direction it can be very rural and very wooded. The driver headed east out of the city, and followed the river. I don't think he counted on my recovery powers though and it wasn't long before I began to moan with the first sounds of coming back to consciousness. The driver glanced back, frightened, then pulled into a closed county park about fifteen minutes later. The park was secluded, with no camping and no gates. He pulled up to a scenic overlook and stopped the van.
"A bit sooner than I would have liked," he said to himself, rolling out of the driver's seat. I slowly sat up, trying to get my bearings. The back door to the van popped open then and I gazed again into the face of my captor. He leered as he watched my disorientation.
"Well, what have we here?" I asked, still feeling sluggish.
"You can call me Doppler," he said. "Or better still, your worst nightmare."
"Oh I can think of scarier things than you," I began, reaching for my toolbelt. But I felt a strong blow on the side of my head. Reeling in pain, I clutched at my scalp,. Doppler seemed not to have moved. But I saw in his right hand, he held a large softball bat, and in his left...my belt?
Gasping in shock, I reached for my belt but my trim waist was bare. I looked up and saw the bat coming down at my forehead again. I tried to block it but wasn't fast enough. I drooped over to my side, struggling to maintain balance on my hands and knees. Doppler wasted no time grabbing my right wrist and jerking me over on my back. I heard a pair of clicks and looked in shock as my wrist was clamped tightly to the seat frame. With amazing swiftness, Doppler soon secured me to both seat frames, then locked my ankles to the hinges of the van doors. With horror I saw the restraints were my own.
"Nice of you to bring your own bondage devices White Owl," he said. "It will make it easier."
I glared at Doppler, fighting to keep my fear at bay. "What is it you want Doppler?" I asked.
"Well, I could go for a couple shakes and a few burgers about now," he replied with a smirk. Then pulling a large pocket knife from his own belt, he crept into the van and hissed, "But I've got another thought in mind right now." He slipped the sharp blade up against my throat and laughed.
"I could kill you now, White Owl," he said. "But that seems like such a waste. So lets start with this." He slit the two shoulder straps of my costume, then set the knife aside and pulled the front of my costume down. My breasts glowed under the dome light, and Doppler grinned.
"You can't!" I said in astonishment. "You can't do thi....AAAAUUUGGGHH!!"
Doppler squeezed my breasts and twisted them, then bit down on the dark brown aureola. His tongue lapped greedily at the nipple and I felt my breasts getting firmer with each unwanted squeeze. "Not the biggest tits I've ever seen, but these are certainly among the nicest." He continued to squeeze and suck on my breasts. I rocked back and forth, trying to snap the cuffs, or trying to flex my knees and get free. Doppler's hands slipped down inside my costume, cupping my breasts. I gasped as he continued his unwanted touching. He straddled me and put his hands on my wrists; his foul breath turning my head. "I'll bet you've never been this helpless, have you White Owl? Well I think I have something that's just been waiting for you." My heart was racing, and I was feeling very vulnerable.
I felt a his manhood pressing against my breasts as he leaned in. "No," I whimpered. "You can't do this to me."
"Sure I can; it's easy." Doppler slid down my body and pulled the costume along behind him. He lifted my tail from the floor and peeled the leotard down past my thighs. I heard him chuckle as he exposed my pale blue thong underneath my leotard. "Oh this is JUST what I needed," he said. His knife came out again and with two swift snicks my thong was removed, exposing my swollen pussy to his leering gaze.
"I HAVE to tap that," he said. But first he took my thong and balled it up, then shoved it into my mouth.
"MMMPPPHHH!!!" I protested. but my raging fell on deaf ears. Doppler pulled his pants free and dropped between my knees. Tears formed in my eyes as his throbbing cock pressed against my velvet nether lips. I screamed into the gag as Doppler plowed his way deep into my womanhood. I moaned in pain as his sausage sized penis spread me wider and wider apart. I twisted, trying to throw him off. In fact, I tried to resist as long as I could, but bound as I was, Doppler had an easy time with me. My body bucked, rocked and twisted. I squealed into my gag, the sour taste of my panties nearly choking me. Surely this wasn't happening, I thought. I'm White Owl--a superheroine! Apparently my body didn't know all that because my back arched as he plunged ever deeper and I could feel myself tightening to accept his offerings.
"Nooooo," I thought. "I can't let him win. I can't lose...not like this." Just when I felt I was about to give in, I felt Doppler stop pumping, and felt his warm seed spilling inside of me. I screamed in fury and frustration. Tears filled my eyes as well as my juices mingled with his. My body relaxed a bit, weak from the afterglow of the long night. Doppler wasn't finished though and he shoved his chloroform infused rag into my face.
"Nightly night White Owl," he muttered. The world went red, then gray, then black.
I woke with a shiver and a start. Looking around, I saw the constellations milling above me and the moon drifting toward the Ohio in the west. My legs and arms felt like rubber, my head was clouded and I could feel the shame of failure rising inside me. I was tied to a large pine tree, but my weapons belt and handcuffs were gone. I sat in a bed of pine needles, with the remnants of my costume pulled around my ankles. I pulled at the ropes, and felt the hemp snapping as I did, then rose shakily to my feet. I pulled the shreds of my costume up, and tied the leotard over one shoulder. Feeling fear for the first time, I rose unsteadily into the air and flew back to Victory Park for a quick change.
The computer pinged as soon as I activated the tracer in my belt. Wherever Doppler had taken it, I could find it. I doubt he knew I was coming, and so I had the element of surprise. A fifteen minute flight later, I was nearing Meadowbrook, or more specifically an old farmhouse and barn outside the small community.
"Are you sure White Owl can't find us Doppler?" asked Willie, as he and his four companions watched Doppler shifting information onto several flash devices. Two empty cases of beer lay nearby and each of the men were nursing a cold one.
"Positive. And I left her in such a way she wouldn't WANT to find me," he laughed. Then he frowned. "Damn, I forgot the art and gems are in the house. Pete? Go warm up the van. The rest of you, start cleaning this place--we don't want the cops to find us. I'll be right back. With a blur, Doppler disappeared.
The men headed to the barn, grumbling about the scut work. But Willie looked up in shock when he saw Pete come flying out the barn's door. I followed behind, my hands balled confidently on my hips. "Where's Doppler?" I demanded.
"Christ! Look what she did to Pete!!" shouted Tony. Get her!" Guns were drawn and bullets flashed. I'm certain the men were marksmen because I could feel the fusillade of bullets bouncing from the Nu Silk. I grabbed the nearest gunman, bending his wrist against a tractor and he dropped his gun; howling in pain.
"You idiots," said Willie. "We can't stop her with bullets!" The remaining three charged at me, and I grabbed the nearest one, throwing him into the van's side with a loud clang. The other two double teamed me, one going high, one going low. I jumped up, grabbing a cross beam and kicked out, knocking the high one into the the lower.
I studied the grounded men, smiling. "Give up boys?" I asked. Then without warning, I felt a whoosh and found my arms chained tightly to my body. My wrists were once again restrained behind me; this time with my own heavy duty cuffs. The chains wrapped above and below my breasts and I squirmed uncomfortably.
"Welcome back White Bitch!" said Doppler. In his hand he again held my belt. "It was nice of you to bring me more of your toys." He pushed me back into the collection of woozy henchmen and laughed.
"How...how do you do that?" I asked breathlessly.
"Well White Owl, one night as I was robbing the Tyler Chemical factory, a freakish bolt of lightning came through an open window, shattering several chemicals. I was doused, but otherwise all right. But when it came time to make my escape, I found I could run faster than a blue streak. Only I had to eat like crazy to keep my energy levels normal. Price you pay, right?" He winked at me. "And speaking of prices to pay, keep her entertained boys. I'm off to arrange the sale of these artworks and the technology. I think I can arrange an extra buyer for White Owl as well. Don't forget to chloroform her when you're done having fun." He bid them a cheery wave and climbed into the van, disappearing down the winding county road.
His men were on me like hungry dogs on a steak. Restrained with my own handcuffs, I was no match for the five men and after a few moments of kicking and attempting to fly, I found myself on my back, with eager pawing hands pulling my costume down and away. I soon found myself without my leotard and was thrown to the floor. Willie straddled my shoulders and stuck his erect member into my face. "Suck this bitch!" he said, pulling my dark hair and forcing my mouth onto his massive cock. "No," I screamed. " You can't do this to mmmbblee..." His foul penis was shoved forcefully into my mouth, and I tasted the salt sweat.
Tony reached behind Willie and began playing with my breasts, kneading, squeezing and biting at them. Pete unzipped his pants and the other two held my legs flat and apart, so the goon could plant himself into my private garden.
Willie was so excited at the prospect of raping a heroine, he seized almost immediately. I felt a coppery, acidic liquid hit the back of my throat and gagged. Willie laughed and grabbed my hair again, pulling me back onto his not so stiff member. "We aren't done yet, lady," he said.
"No...No more...Pleammmmbbblleee.."
My hips were gyrating wildly too as Pete drove his huge penis deeper and deeper into me. I couldn't hold out, and my body betrayed me, bucking like a mare. It took several minutes but he too exploded inside me spreading semen along my thighs and crotch. Spent, Pete shifted off of me and Tony took his turn.
Willie came again, spewing my face with his foul seed. I choked on the semen and he laughed. As he stood to change places, I tried to escape, but another goon was there almost immediately. My eyes grew wide with terror as I was penetrated repeatedly, the gang bang continuing for what seemed like forever. My breasts were bruised and sore, my legs were crusted over and I felt less like a heroine than ever. My body was running on pure instinct, raising and falling with each thrust into my tortured vagina. After the third climax, my head shot back and I screamed, and then my mind blanked--I have no conscious remembrance of what happened.
Finally the last man gave up and I felt the thick cloth cover my face. The sickly sweet smell of the chloroform again seized my brain. I tried to resist, but was unable to move my head much. I drooped, my head laying against my sweat stained and bruised breasts.
I don't know how long I lay there, but I woke faster than the men. My body's healing ability handled the chloroform faster than anyone might have imagined. I also realized Doppler hadn't informed his men of this little fact and for that I gave thanks.
I was laying on my side, bound with heavy rope. Someone had decided to practice their bondage fetish on me, and I was wearing a rope harness , complete with a tight crotch tie. The chains that had held me were still linked around my breasts, now framed with a nice rope. As I struggled to a sitting position, I found my muscles stiff and unresponsive. The knotted crotch rope climbed into my battered pelvis and I drew a sharp intake of air as my still overly sensitive pussy was once again stimulated. It hurt to move and the restrictions of the ties made it even more difficult.
All around me in the barn, Doppler's men lay sleeping off their own afterglows. I scanned the room in desperation, knowing I had to get free. It was on the second scan that I found an old tiller tine. Painfully I began slithering toward it, whimpering softly as the crotch rope worked its magic against my sex. I got to the tine and began rubbing the ropes against it. The metal was dull, but still sharp enough to loosen the fibers of the rope. The wrist ropes snapped and I quickly broke free of the rest of my ropes. I found my costume and my toolbelt laying on a side table and after unlocking my wrist cuffs, I quickly donned them, beginning to feel some of the old confidence returning. I looked a fright; my knees and nerves were both VERY shaky and the thick crust of all the juices I had shared tonight made me shamed and angry. I had been handed a major defeat tonight, but I intended to turn it to my gain.
Working quickly, I handcuffed all of Doppler's men, then wove a length of chain through their arms attaching them to the main post of the barn. The men were groggy, but quickly roused when they saw what had happened. I decided to keep things calm though, and tossed a gas ball into the center of the group, causing the henchmen to fall back to sleep. Just in the nick of time too, for I saw the headlights of Doppler's van pulling into the driveway. The van crept to a stop and the door opened. Doppler stepped from the cab and called out "Pete? Willie?" Silence greeted him. Doppler grumbled that his men must have had too much fun, and strode angrily toward the barn, a bag of Big Belly cheeseburgers in one hand.
He stepped into a clearing and I unleashed the phosphorus flare, lighting up the sky. "My God!" he shouted, throwing a hand over his eyes. In that moment I threw my second ball; hitting Doppler square in the chest. My net ball billowed open, wrapping the villain in a tight, sticky web. I saw his feet trying to get traction, but the motor oil I'd spread on the driveway wasn't lending itself to quality traction. Doppler fell over and I landed next to him. "I owe you BIG time mister," I shouted, kicking the bastard in the head. Doppler groaned and dropped. Apparently he had a glass jaw. I called the sheriff's department on my cell phone, then sat to eat the cheeseburgers as I waited.
"Now how do I hold a man in jail who can run so fast White Owl?" asked Sheriff Coates, as he came to the farm to collect Doppler and his gang.
"Well, he can't run through doors and walls, Sheriff. Just keep him on a minimal diet; the 2000 or so calories the prison serves. He won't be able to pick up too much speed that way. After this, though, he's your issue, not mine." I looked into the squad car.
"Belle Reve will be able to handle you, Doppler," I said
"You mean the way I handled YOU, Owl?" I shuddered.
"You may have taken me down," I said. "But I've taken you out."
"Not for long cutie. I'll be back in a jiffy!"
The squad cars rolled out of sight and I wondered if Doppler was right. I flew into the dawning skies and wondered if Father Timothy was up for an early morning confessional.
The End.
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