A Good Day

Christy sat at her computer staring at a map of the town.  Specifically, the area of town that she had gone to, where Mistress…where Vice had captured her.  Christy blushed as she felt all sorts of emotions and lust filled thoughts swarm through her mind.  She couldn’t believe the way she thought about Vice.  The way she felt about her.  This was all so wrong.  Liberty was a hero!  Hero’s fight the bad guys, the bad guys lose, end of story.  Christy tapped her pen against her bottom lip gently.  Why did it end up like it did?  How did it end up that way?  Christy felt a little embarrassed as she reflected on calling Vice ‘Mistress’.  The thing was, she had wanted to.  It wasn’t forced out of her.  Not really.  She gave in.  She wanted her.  And the rewards of surrendering, of making Vice happy, were just so…so…SATISFYING!  Christy bit down on the top of the pen as she started to think back about the way Vice just took her, firmly from behind and plunged that toy into Liberty’s wet pussy.  Pounding away, while Vice kissed, bit, and sucked on her neck.  Christy closed her eyes as her fingers gently caressed the area of her neck where Vice had been days earlier.  The way that slick, long vibrator just went in and out, filling her with such heat, such desire.  She could almost feel it now.  Not to mention the way Vice just ravished her swollen wet pussy later with her tongue.

Christy slumped down in her chair, her eyes closed as she allowed her memories to control her.  She kept thinking back and forth between all the pleasure Vice had given Liberty.  Christy longed for someone to treat her that way.  Christy’s pen fell to the floor and made a small thud on the hard wood floor of her dorm room, not that Christy heard it.  She wasn’t really in her dorm room right now.  She was back in that dark room, with Vice.  Titling back in her chair, Christy let her fingers do the walking as she remembered every sexy, glorious detail.  The toy, the way Vice just firmly grabbed her.  The way Vice’s lips and mouth felt as she sucked on her nipples.  By now, Christy had pushed up her oversized t-shirt to expose her bare breasts.  Her hands massaged her breasts and pinched and flicked at her nipples as she imagined Vice’s mouth on her.  After getting herself even more aroused, Christy one hand down her soft abs and plunged her hand right down her sweatpants.  On the back of her hand, Christy felt the cool sensation of the moist cotton kiss her fingers.  She was already wet, and had started soaking her sweats just from fondling her breasts.  Christy typically would tease herself a little.  But not this time.  As soon as her fingers slid over her wet lips, she thought of Vice’s lips, and her tongue.  The way her tongue had tenderly penetrated her and worked it’s skillful magic on her pussy.  As she tingled all over, Christy quickly plunged her fingers deep inside her.  As she did so, she started pinching her breast and nipple.  She ran her fingers quickly and forcefully in and out of her wet snatch, her fingers lubricated well with her own juices.  As she felt herself becoming more and more aroused, Christy began moaning.  “Oh..fuck me…”  She sighed as she thought about Vice as she masturbated.  Closer and Closer.   Just before she orgasmed, Christy moaned  “Fuck your naughty girl mistress!  Oh fuck yes!  YES!”  Christy climaxed on her fingers.  Her tight slit squeezed against her fingers as she squirmed in ecstasy.  Her whole body was shaking and trembling.  Christy stayed slumped in her chair, her breasts exposed, one arm still down her pants, with her wet hand resting on her lips; her other hand just hanging down as she felt her heart racing, and little beads of sweat on her brow.  Christy slowly kissed at the air as an impulse from remembering the wet, cum filled, passionate kiss she and Vice had.  Her lips, her juices, she tasted so good, they both did. 

As she collected her thoughts, Christy acknowledged to herself that she wanted Vice.  No.  It was more than that.  She NEEDED Vice.  Vice had never made her feel so alive.  Even with the pain she brought, Vice never did any serious harm, it did hurt, but Christy felt odd.  She even felt like she wanted to be punished.  Heroes don’t sit about in their homes masturbating as they think about their arch-enemy orally fucking them.  She deserved a good spanking, and to be tied up.  Christy’s eyes shot open.  “Oh shit…why do I want to be tied up and spanked?”  Even as she voiced the thoughts aloud, her cheeks became flushed.  She stared at the computer screen which had long since loaded her search of the past month of crime news.  She pulled her wet hand out of her pants and wiped it on her shirt as she pulled it down.  She smelled the scent of her sex on her hand.  “Focus!”  Christy then started scrolling through the scanned newspaper headings.  She started noticing that there was a lot of crime that had occurred during the day.  She thought to herself that perhaps she should try a bit of crime fighting during the daytime hours.  “Time to suit up, Liberty,” Christy said with a devilish grin on her face.

Once she was all dressed up, Liberty knew exactly what she was going to do.  She was going to head out there, and really get something accomplished today.  There would be no kidnapping of her, no chloroform rags, no Vice, no spankings, no..”Stop it!” she fussed at herself.  Liberty noted that the change to her costume, cutting out the eye holes was a lot better, she could see much better than with those protectors on.  Her piercing blue eyes stared back at her.  “Go kick some ass, Liberty!”  She opened her window, and gave the entire courtyard a good look.  Even though it was daytime, there was thankfully nobody around.  She quickly jumped down to the ground and took off running, making her way over to the warehouse district.

To say that Liberty stood out, was an understatement.  Her outfit did anything but blend in, especially in that part of town.  Most people interestingly enough dismissed her as a crazy person.  She was far from recognizable as a hero.  Two men that thought nothing more of her than a piece of meat started following her, waiting for her to go down the wrong alley, which she soon did.   As soon as they saw her turn down a dark alley, even during the day, they made their move.  One guy pulled out his switch blade as the other pulled out a small gun.  “Hey sweet cheeks.  Where you going?  Don’t you know there are bad men in this area?”  The two men chuckled.  Liberty smiled as she stopped, keeping her back to them.  She had hoped these two were up to no good.

‘Dat ass looks great in that silly get up of yours doll.”

The man with the knife stepped up behind Liberty and just took in a huge sniff in her ear.  “You smell good.”

“Thanks.  I just washed this last night.”  The man with the gun gave his friend a ‘what the hell’ look as a reaction to her statement.

The man pressed his knife against her cheek as he licked her neck.  “You taste good too.  Don’t scream or my friend will shoot you.  We are gonna have a little morning fun.”  As he said this, he walked Liberty over to a nearby brick wall and pushed her face into the dirty bricks.  Liberty had fought a tougher guy than this before.  Those thugs at Vice’s warehouse were a lot bigger and stronger than this slender man.  He slapped her ass, which made it jiggle.  The two men laughed as they watched it shake.  “We are going to have so much fun, girlie.”

Just then, Liberty swung her elbow back and caught him right in the nose.  Her strength combined with the surprised of her actions, shattered his nose, and blood poured down his face.  “You broke my nose you fucking slut!”  The man yelled out in pain as he covered his mouth.  The man with the gun raised his weapon to shoot Liberty.

“Wrong move bitch!”

Before he could pull the trigger, Liberty had rolled over behind a dumpster.  The man shot off a couple of rounds that bounced off the cement and the metal container.  The slender man was all but knocked out.  He had dropped his knife and had no fight in him.  He was too busy consoling himself and trying to not yell out in pain.  The gunman started yelling at her.  Liberty looked around her, and saw a large metal  trash can lid laying on the ground next to her.  She waited for the man to stop firing.  She would try that trick that always worked for the hero.  She would throw the lid at him, knocking him down, giving her enough time to get over to him and kick away his gun.  She heard him step closer and decided to make her move.

In one motion, Liberty grabbed the lid, lunged out from behind the dumpster, and let the lid fly.  The man started shooting right away, and Liberty felt a bullet catch her on the arm.  When she landed, she rolled and looked down at her arm, it was pounding in pain.  Her toughened skin, along with her costume had kept the bullet from breaking the skin, it had bounced off.  Liberty smiled and looked over, expecting to see the gunman down.  Instead he was standing there trying to figure out why she did that.  She didn’t know why that didn’t work.  She looked behind him, and on the ground was the man with the broken nose.  Apparently she had hit him with the lid and he was out cold on the ground with a cut on his forehead adding more blood to his bloody face.  “Crap!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?  You crazy or just plain stupid?”

The man walked over to Liberty and grabbed her by the throat.  He should have been more careful, but was too caught up with the knowledge that this stupid little girl couldn’t hurt him.  He used the hand, holding the gun to point at his knocked out buddy.  “I’m gonna fuck you for me and him, now.  Then I’m gonna shoot you in the head right here.”  Liberty took advantage of the gun pointing backwards and gave a full forced kick right to the man’s groin.  Before he could yell, scream, or even grab at the pain, he blacked out from the intense pain in his groin.

“Not today.”  Liberty slapped her hands together as if to knock the dust off her gloves.  That wasn’t the cleanest take down ever, but at the end of the day, the bad guys were down and out.  She pulled them together and bent a metal rod around them, holding them together as she leaned them against the dumpster.  “Two pieces of trash taken out!”

Liberty spent the rest of the day having similar run-ins with random criminals in the bad parts of town.  From drug dealers, to thugs, to purse snatchers, no bad guy went over looked by the city’s newest vigilant protector.  The sun had started to set when Liberty started to turn the corner of one street and she saw him.  Liberty ducked back behind the wall in hopes he didn’t see her.  Peaking her head around the corner, Liberty saw the same slender man that had used the drugged rag on her twice before.  That man worked for Vice.  He was standing in front of a van talking on his cell phone.  Liberty assumed to Vice. 

The van was backed up to a side door of a rundown building that had once been a bakery.  The faded letters and sign was amazingly still hanging up on the wall.  The slender man turned his back as he watched the two big men – the same two she had tussled with before – loading stacks of what appeared to be bundles of drugs and wooden boxes into the van.  “Yes mistress,” he began.  Liberty’s heart started racing when he heard those words.  VICE!  “We are almost done getting the baked goods, after a stop at the butcher, we should have all the groceries we need for a very nice dinner.”  He was talking code.  Apparently in case the cops were on to them.  The two large men went into the building and were gone for a little while.  Liberty seized the opportunity to  sneak up behind the leader and grab him.  She grabbed both his arms and squeezed them against his side.

“Drop your phone.”  Liberty ordered, which the man complied.

He turned his head and saw her masked face.  “Are you fucking kidding me?!?!  YOU?!?!  AGAIN!??!  Can’t you take a fucking hint and leave us alone?!?!”

“Inside.”  Liberty said as she pushed him through the door into the bakery.  Liberty grabbed the man’s cell phone and tucked it into her boot.  By the time Liberty could enter the bakery, she was greeted by a large fist clear across her jaw.  The blow sent her rolling across the dusty floor, the phone slid out of her boot and landed on the ground in the corner under a cobweb.

“Looks like blondie cant get enough of us beating her.”  One of the large men said.

The other laughed as he grabbed a crowbar that had been used to open to wooden boxes.  “Let’s see if she bleeds blue and red.”

The two men lunged at Liberty simultaneously.  Luckily for Liberty, she had experienced this enough to not panic, but to just react.  She rolled to her left, dodging the two brutes.  The unarmed man that had clocked her was the first to recover and give chase.  He grabbed at her with both arms only to be met with a quick heeled boot to the gut.  Her kick knocked the wind out of him as he grabbed at his side.  Knowing not to neglect the other man, Liberty turned around to see a crowbar swinging right at her.  She narrowly dodged the hook as she felt her hair press against the speedy metal object.
The man was trying to swing backwards when Liberty saw her opportunity and took it.  She punched right into the soft spot of his side as hard as she could.  The brute dropped the crowbar mid return swing as he felt her fist fly into his side right at his kidney.  He dropped to a knee as the debilitating pain shot through his side.  Liberty flowed as she caught him with a strong left hook on his jaw as the tall man knelt before her.  The blow was strong enough to knock him out.  The other man had recovered and kicked her square in the back sending Liberty flying forwards into an already crumbling wooden wall.  As she fell through it, dust and wood and bugs flew all about her.  As she picked herself up, she was caught by a soccer kick right into her side, sending her rolling along the floor again.  The man was obviously angered like she had never seen him before.  These guys weren’t accustomed to anyone, let alone a girl treat them like this.  He ran towards her only to be met by a flying chunk of wood across the face.  He fell backwards.  The hit was more of a distraction than an actual attack.  Liberty had gotten enough time to get up and get back the advantage.  She jumped up in the air and came crashing down with both fists on his back.  The large man plunged the short distance back down to the ground, cracking the wooden floor as the impact drove him partially through the panels.  He grabbed at her ankle and pulled, yanking Liberty down to the ground.  As they both stood up, the slender man went for his old trick.  Liberty saw him coming at her with a white cloth in his hand.  Using the large man for leverage, she pulled her self forward, rolling over him as he crawled up.  The slender man was now on the other side of the large man.

Liberty looked around and saw a metal rod laying behind a counter and lunged after it.  She picked it up, stood up and swung wildly with it.  It caught the brute in the shoulder, almost breaking his arm.  He yelled out in pain as Liberty and the slender man heard a decisive cracking sound.  He grabbed his arm as he stood in pain.  Quickly noticing that Liberty was winning, the slender man dropped the cloth and started backing away.  Liberty kicked the large man’s knee causing him to drop down.  She then knocked him out by kneeing him in the face.  Seeing this the remaining man started running away.  Liberty tried the toss trick again.  To her delight, the rod caught the man in the back of the head dropping him to the ground unconscious.  Liberty looked around the destroyed room.  Three tough criminals, Vice’s personal henchmen were all strewn about in pain, knocked out and the heroine was no worse for wear.  Liberty placed her hands on her hips.  “I’m a fucking bad ass!”

Liberty went over and picked up the man’s cell phone and called the cops.  She told them where she was and what had happened.  Once they arrived, Liberty gave a personal account in every detail about what happened, who these men were, and who she was.  The cops where impressed yet told her the law didn’t look too kindly on masked vigilantes.  “This is Philadelphia, lady.  This isn’t one of those costume towns” as he referred to cities known for their heroes and heroines.  He let her go with a verbal warning.  He was glad to make such a bust – the confiscated drugs and crates of weapons would earn him a promotion for sure.

The sun had long since set as Liberty started slowly strolling down the street.  She felt so good about herself.  She had such a good day.  Stopping criminals, defeating henchmen and even turning them over to the authorities.  Liberty Lass was well on her way to making a name for herself and making her mark on the criminal world.  As she continued to slowly stroll back towards campus, caught up in her own little world, Liberty was caught off guard by a cord of leather that wound itself tightly across her neck several times.  She was violently jerked backwards into  a door way by the whip.  Before she could even take full account of what just happened, Liberty felt a sharp point in her back.

“Don’t move you very, very naughty girl.”

Liberty gulped as her heart pounded in her chest.  “Vice?”

Vice pressed down harder and cracked her whip into the air.  “That’s Mistress to you, you little whore.”  Vice squatted down, sitting on Liberty’s back.  As she did so, she grabbed Liberty’s legs and quickly bound them with her whip, tying a tight knot.

Liberty hesitated.  “Mistress…”

Vice rolled Liberty onto her back.  “You have been a naughty girl today.  You took down my three best men, turned them over to the police and I even lost my merchandise.”  Liberty sat up and tried to grab for the whip, but Vice just straddled her, kneeling on top of her.  Vice grabbed Liberty’s hands and pinned them against the wall with her hand.  Liberty could have forced her way up easily.  She just didn’t want to.  Having Vice on top of her, touching her, pressed against her.  She wanted this.  “Why would you do this to your Mistress?  Hmm?  Do you want to be punished again?”  Liberty couldn’t hide the look on her face.  Yes.  Yes she did.

Vice blinked fast and almost looked like she blushed.  “You like your mistress’ touch.”  She rubbed her gloved thumb gently over Liberty’s lips.  “Don’t you?”

Liberty kissed Vice’s thumb instinctually.  “They were criminals.  I had to stop them.”

Vice purred into Liberty’s ear.  “My strong heroine!”

Liberty melted at Vice’s soft tender voice whispering into her ear.

“Would you turn your mistress in….”  Vice pressed her voluptuous breasts against Liberty’s, almost forcing her own breasts to pop out of the latex corset.  “…my sexy, strong heroine.”

Liberty couldn’t believe her answer.  It popped right onto her lips, she tried to hold it back.  “No, Mistress.”  Vice ran her hand between them and slightly petted Liberty’s crotch.

“That makes me happy to hear you say that.”

“Why…why did you let me go?”

“Did you want to stay with Mistress?  Let her punish you, and fuck you as she wants?”

Liberty wouldn’t say what her eyes said.  ‘Yes.’

“What do I call you, my little heroine?”

“Liberty.  Liberty Lass.”

Vice continued her petting, she felt Liberty become wet through her costume.  Continuing her soft touch, Vice continued.  “With such a sexy accent, I can only guess that you aren’t from around here.  My little Belle.”  Liberty’s face was flushed as she felt increasing excitement from Vice’s consistent petting.

“Why…why did you let me go, Mistress?”

Vice wanted to avoid the question, but Liberty wouldn’t drop it.  Vice didn’t want to admit it openly.  She let herself get attached.  She never kissed a pet before, never had wanted to.  But Liberty was different.  She was honestly attracted to her, Vice desired her.  “I wanted to see what you would do.  And here you are.  You came back for me.”

“I came back to stop crime.”

“Shh…such words, Belle.”  Vice tugged at Liberty’s outfit as she continued petting.  Eventually she pulled enough material to expose her wet pussy from under her uniform.  “There’s my pretty girl.”  Vice continued petting and teased Liberty with her fingers.

Liberty sighed and moaned.  “Yes mistress…please….”  Liberty was back in her room this morning, this was what she thought of as she had masturbated this morning.

Vice slipped her middle finger in and out just barely poking into Liberty’s went vagina each time  “Please what?”  Vice felt herself becoming aroused too.  She loved the way Liberty melted and gave in to her.  The way she shivered and purred.

“Please fuck me.”

Vice, pressed their bodies together as she used her middle finger to fuck Liberty right there.  Liberty tried to move her legs as she felt tingles all over, but her ankles were still bound.  The fact she couldn’t move turned her on even more.  Vice introduced another finger, then another, soon she was fucking her little pet’s pussy well and good.  Liberty leaned forward and bit down on Vice’s lip.  The two of them started kissing lightly.  Then passionately as Vice continued fingering her.  Liberty came hard on Vice’s fingers and moaned as they kissed.   Vice let herself go, she wanted Liberty…as more than just a pet.  Vice soon realized that she was allowing herself to get attached again.  She pulled back.  “What is it about you?”  Vice pulled her hand out of Liberty’s soaked slit and placed the uniform back, rubbing it into her, allowing it to soak up her juices.  “I don’t let myself get attached.”
Liberty smiled and looked lovingly into Vice’s eyes.  “Thank you mistress.  I love the way you fuck me.”

Vice smiled and purred a little.  She loved fucking Liberty too.  She went in, almost kissing Liberty again, but hesitated.  “If I catch you in my area again, messing with my men again.  I will punish you.”
Liberty grinned almost flirtingly.  “Promise?”

Vice stood up, having to restrain herself.  She felt herself overcome with desire.  The way Liberty looked at her, and what she just said…Vice had never had such a reaction, nor had she ever wanted so badly to get that reaction.  Vice licked the juices from her glove to appease her lust.  “You will have to just find out for yourself, wont you Liberty Lass?”

“I look forward to it Vice.  My Mistress.  I’ll be a bad girl and stop as many of your henchmen as I have to.”

“You do that, and you’ll get a good spanking.”  Vice yanked the whip off of Liberty’s legs.
Liberty smiled as she stood up.  “I would hope so.”

Vice smiled.  She couldn’t believe she actually smiled.  She shook her head and ran out the door.  Liberty gave chase half heartedly.  She saw Vice’s silhouette fade into the darkness down the alley.  Next time, she would get Vice.  Next time.

Life of a Heroine

The next few days were rather challenging for Christy.  On the one hand, she felt compelled to suit up and head back out to the streets.  She knew for certain that there were bad guys out there, kidnapping women, and doing who knows what to them.  On the other hand, Christy was also left with the knowledge that her previous attempt had come up less than satisfactory.  Christy looked down at her home work as she came out of her daydreaming state.  All around the border of the paper she had written ‘LL’ in several different ways.  Christy wanted to become Liberty Lass.  She felt a need to be Liberty Lass.  When she wore that costume, she wasn’t Christy anymore.  She was something so much more.  She was beautiful, sexy, alluring.  Liberty Lass had experienced things only Christy had dreamed about.  Christy had such self esteem problems that she even separated her actions while dressed up as being different from her own.  She took on this role that let her do whatever she wanted.  To feel whatever she wanted to feel.  To do whatever she wanted to do.  It was exhilarating, empowering, intoxicating, and most of all extremely sexy.  Whenever Christy saw herself wearing such skin tight clothes, she just felt urges and desires.  The need to touch herself, to explore herself, as the skin tight uniform gently constricted against her body.  Christy had never noticed that about herself before, most likely because the tightest thing she had ever worn was a brand new baseball cap.  The other day, as Christy took a shortcut through the gymnasium to get from one class to another, she had taken note that the women’s volleyball team was practicing.  Christy’s pace slowed as she glanced over at all those girls wearing those tight short shorts.  She could see every curve of their butts.  One of the girls wasn’t wearing panties, either.  A fact that Christy noticed just before she walked into a wall as she was staring at the girl doing stretches a few feet away.  Christy just wanted to touch them.  All of them.  She got let herself get caught up in her thoughts and desires so much that she skipped class just to watch the girls practice.

It had been almost a week since Christy had felt remotely good about anything.  The last time was when she had turned into Liberty Lass.  Letting out a long sigh, Christy put her homework down on the floor next to her bed.  She pulled off her men’s t-shirt as she walked towards her closet.  She could already feel herself getting excited.  Her skin was eagerly waiting to be touched all over by her uniform.  Christy ran her hand over her bare breast as she felt her skin tingle with anticipation.  She yanked the box out from the bottom of the dresser and pulled out her outfit.  She had just put it back in the box the day before, having washed it by hand in the communal showers down the hall early one morning.  As she stared into the box, gazing into the pretty blue and pink, Christy ran her hand down against her skin over her stomach and down beneath her panties.  Her hand rubbing against her sex as she pushed her panties off her body.  Christy put the mask off to the side for now.  She needed to feel her outfit on her now.  She need to be Liberty Lass.  Stepping into the outfit was getting easier each time.  This time as she pulled it up, she pulled it up a little higher, and a little tighter than normal.  The suit rode up, pushing against her pussy, the material riding up and applying pressure gently against her.  Christy felt herself moisten as the sensation sent shivers over her body.  Christy pulled on her gloves and gave them a good snap as she  corrected the fit on her fingers.  Christy then pulled her boots up.  After they were on, she felt the urge to gently rub her thighs.  At first she did so thoughtlessly.  It wasn’t until a few moments later that she realized why.  That was where Vice had teased Liberty Lass.  Her firm, gentle fingers had teased Liberty’s inner thighs masterfully.  Just before Vice….

Liberty felt herself getting wet as she thought about what had come next.  Liberty pressed her pink glove up against the crotch of her uniform and gave a good squeeze as the allowed herself to think of how Vice had licked and sucked on her breasts.  Liberty’s eyes were closed as she thought back.  Just the memory got her hot and bothered.  She ran her fingers over her ever moistening pussy as she grabbed her breast with her free hand.  Liberty noticed her nipples were already hard as she thought back to Vice’s talented tongue.  Liberty let out a slight moaning sigh.  “Fuuuck…”  She moaned as her fingers kept rubbing against her crotch and breast.  A loud bang at her door snapped her right out of it.  “Wh…Who is it?”

“Room check!”

“I….I…I’m here!”

“No shit!”

Liberty took a big gulp as she realized she almost got caught.  She pulled on her mask and fixed the collar of her outfit so it would keep her mask in place before she finished zipping up the back.  Liberty looked herself over in the mirror in her room.  “Tonight we’re gonna get them back!  Bad guys are going down for good tonight!”  She gave a big toothy grin at herself.  “Heck yeah!”  Liberty then turned off all the lights in her bedroom.  Tonight she was able to sneak out the window of her room and get her patrol started earlier than last time.  Aided by a new moon, there was hardly any light outside, allowing Liberty to sneak out without the fear of being caught.

Liberty wasted no time in making her way to the same part of town she went to before.  This time she was ready.  This time she knew what to expect.  Getting an earlier start afforded her more opportunities to stop criminals and so far, the night had been going well.  She had stopped four drug deals, one mugging, and one rape.  Liberty was really starting to make her mark.  The mugger she stopped, she had even been able to turn him into the police as she saw a patrol car a couple blocks down after she stopped him.  The cops were a little confused, but overall appeared to be thankful.  Liberty smiled as she took satisfaction in what all she had done so far.  It was a little after midnight now, yet she still felt like she had more to do.  Liberty knew what was eating away at the back of her mind.  She had to find those men.  Those Italian men that had all those women tied up in that truck.  Liberty finally found the warehouse she had been to last week and searched around for any clues.  She didn’t know what she was looking for, but looked anyway.  Anything that could give her a clue as to where she might look next.  She found an office in the back of the building that was locked.  Liberty pulled back and kicked the door right above the door handle.  Her strength was more than enough to make the door fly open.  Once inside she found what she was looking for.  A map of this area of downtown.  The building she was in had a red pin in it.  Looking around, she found another red pin and another.  She figured these must be what she was looking for.  As she continued looking over the large map, she found something very interesting.  One building that was down by the docks, was marked with the letter V.  Normally this would mean nothing to anyone that looked at it.  But to Liberty, she immediately thought of Vice.  Her legs started shaking a little at the thought of Vice.  Not out of fear, something else.  Liberty rubbed the letter on the map as she bit her bottom lip.  “I’m coming for you, Vice.”  Liberty said aloud as she made her way out of the warehouse.
What would have been a twenty or so minute car drive or a couple of hours jog, Liberty made the trip on foot in just under an hour.  Her speed and endurance allowed her to make covering such large distances possible without wearing herself out.  Once she was there, she knew right away that she was at the right place.  She saw large delivery trucks parked at the side of the building.  Guards were walking around that place like ant at a picnic.  Liberty noticed that some had guns, and some didn’t.  Liberty tried to sneak in past one particularly tired looking guard.  He spotted her and started yelling.  Before she could take him down, several of his companions ran towards her location.  As they arrived one at a time, Liberty tussled with them, always coming up the victor.  They would swing wildly at her, and as she dodged and dived, she would find opportunities to take them down.  Liberty felt herself getting better at this.  As she stood over the winded and unconscious bodies for about five unarmed thugs, she smiled and gave herself an emotional pat on the back.  “You guys aren’t so tough.”  Just then she heard some evil laughter come from behind her.  There were three men.  She recognized them.  The two larger men were the same two from before, and the man that had drugged her was with them.  She tried to ready herself, but they were too fast.  One of the larger men had a sledgehammer, the other a long metal chain.  As the one with the chain came at her, twirling it in the air at her, she narrowly dodged out of the way.  Her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of a fast moving wooden stick coming at her from the corner of her eye.  She managed to put her arm up over her face, but the force of the blow  from the sledge hammer’s handle sent her reeling.  Liberty rolled around on the ground a couple of times before she picked herself up.  As she stood, the man with the chain ran after her holding it tight as if he planned to ram her with it.  She reached forward, grabbing the chain in the middle and yanked it towards her.  Her strength caught the thug off guard and he fell forward.  Liberty gave him a strong left hook to his jaw for good measure.

Then she felt a strong blunt object thrust into her side.  A normal person would have cracked a rib, or worse.  The impact of the metal hammer that was thrust into her side, made her double over.  As she tried to catch her breath the man with the chain got behind her and held the chain to her neck, keeping her from being able to catch a good breath.  Liberty clawed at the chain that was against her neck.  The thug pulled up, pushing the chain into the bottom of her jaw, forcing her head upwards.  She wasn’t losing conscience, but she couldn’t do much more than weakly struggle.    The third man walked over to them.  “You just don’t know when to quit do you, little girl.  Last time, my mistress was kind enough to let you go.  I seriously doubt she will be so kind again.”  Liberty glared at him as he stood there staring her over like a piece of meat.  He started fondling her breast.  “I know I wouldn’t.”  Liberty took her arm off the chain and weakly swing at him, a move he easily dodge, but was effective in making him stop touching her.  The thug with the chain merely tighten the chain and she quickly went back to pulling at her noose.  “Fiesty little bitch, aren’t you?”  The man reached into his pocket and pulled out his handkerchief and a small vial of liquid.  He splashed a few dabs on the cloth, then smiled as he poured more on the small piece of fabric.  He grinned as he placed the wet cloth against her face.  “How does that smell, slut?”  Just then the chain loosed and Liberty automatically gasped for air.  Instead of finding the air she so desperately needed, she sucked in large fumes of chloroform.  She almost instantly passed out and slumped to the ground.

Time passed Liberty by as she remained in a drug induced slumber.  When she started to open her eyes, she found herself in a rather familiar setting.  The room was pitch black, save for the lit area in which she stood.  Her vision still blurred, Liberty started looking around.  She could look down and see her feet bound to some shackles that were bolted into the ground.  Liberty could tell that her legs were spread apart and upon further examining, she saw a slick metal bar between her ankles keeping her from being able to close move her legs.  Liberty pulled with her arms to no avail as they were bound tightly together behind her, outstretched towards the ceiling connected to a thick rope.  Liberty was held in suspension at a nearly 90 degree angle.  She could flex a little to ‘stand up’ but it took some effort.  In her mouth was another ball gag.  She felt a slight odor coming off of it.  She twitched her nose as she felt herself breathe in.  Then a voice from the darkness rang out.  “That smell, is a diluted form of chloroform in the ball gag.  Not enough to make you pass out, just enough to keep you in a delightful haze.”  Liberty’s eyes widened and she looked around into the darkness.  She felt her body tremble in a mix of fear and excitement as she heard Vice’s voice.  Vice stepped into the light so Liberty could see her.  She was just as beautiful as she remembered.  Vice’s outfit was slightly different this time.  Her boots only came up the middle of her thighs.  She was wearing the same long latex gloves, but instead of her previous top, Vice was wearing an incredibly tight latex dress.  The actual dress  ended just above her crotch, but designed into the dress was a built in garter belt.  Thin straps with buckles traced down her legs and attached themselves to her boots.  The part Liberty found herself staring at the most was what wasn’t there.  The dress’ design curved around leaving the crotch completely uncovered.  Vice was wearing an extremely tiny pair of black leather panties.  They were so small, they only came up about half way and Liberty could easily make out the top half of Vice’s lips there for the whole world to see.  Vice noticed that Liberty was staring at her, looking her over.  “Do you like my dress?”  Vice did a small complete turn.  As she turned, Liberty noticed that her entire ass was hanging out of the back, just an incredibly small piece of overstretched leather was pulled around the middle of her cheeks as the thong couldn’t make it up past the full curvature of her butt cheeks.  Liberty did like that dress on her.  Very much so.  But she didn’t want to admit it.  With her back still to Liberty, Vice bent over slight so as to let Liberty see her curvy ass stick in the air.  Vice slightly slapped her own ass with a riding crop.  The impact of the leather strap left a red mark on her right cheek.  Liberty sighed in delight at the force of the leather against her skin.  “I picked it out just for you.”  Vice said as she finished turning around. 

Vice pushed the crop up under Liberty’s jaw to get her captive heroine to look into her eyes.  “What brings you to my little play house?  Are you brave?  Or just stupid?”  Liberty tried to talk through the gag, only to get out muffled grunts.  Vice ran her gloved thumb over Liberty’s lips around the ball gag.  “They feel so soft.  So warm.  So kissable.  It’s a shame you are such a naughty girl.  I think I’d rather enjoy kissing you.”  Vice said seductively.  Vice looked into Liberty’s eyes and she saw Liberty’s resolve. Vice smirked as she thought about breaking this little girl of it.  “Or is it that you like me?  You want to be punished, don’t you?”  Vice purred as she licked the side of Liberty’s face.”  Liberty shook her head no.  “Don’t lie.  Only naughty girls lie!”  Vice slapped Liberty across the face.  “Now look at me and tell me that you are a bad girl that needs to be punished!”  Liberty stared back at vice, her face still stinging from the slap.  However that slap only hardened her resolve.  She wasn’t going to let the villain win.  Not this time.  Liberty grunted into her gag.  Unsatisfied with Liberty’s response, Vice slowly and gently tapped her riding crop against Liberty’s face.  “I know just what to do with you!”  Vice started slowly walking around Liberty, running the crop against Liberty’s body, as she continued.  “Ever since I saw your pretty little blonde hair, your luscious lips.”  Vice slowed her steps as she stared over every inch of her helpless captive.  “Your supple breasts, and perky nipples.”  Vice ran her free hand over the top of her bulging cleavage as she spoke and ran the crop against Liberty.  As the crop ran down to Liberty’s ass, Vice used the thick part of the handle as a leveling tool.  She placed it length ways under Liberty’s cheeks and pushed up, letting the full shape and curvy nature of her ass to be presented to Vice’s face.  Vice began kissing and nibbling on Liberty’s ass where it stuck out from her blue costume.  “Your delightfully curvy, bubbly ass.”  Vice allowed herself to say as she continued kissing, biting and licking Liberty’s exposed skin.  Liberty fought her feelings of arousal.  Her skin said yes, but her head said no.  Vice wasn’t forcing herself upon her; she was just turning being extra playful for the moment.  Vice stood up and started rubbing the handle of the crop between Liberty’s cheeks and down over Liberty’s pussy.  Vice noticed a little glistening on the crop as some of Liberty’s juices has flowed down on the crop.  “See.  I knew you were lying.  You came back because you like being punished.  I gave you a taste before.  No surprise you wanted more.”  Her pride could easily be heard in her voice.  Liberty felt embarrassed that she was getting turned, she had to fight back.  Somehow.  Vice licked the juices off the handle.  “Yummy.”  Liberty tried as hard as she could, pulling and tugging at her restraints.  If only she could get enough leverage, she thought she could pull her arms off the hook that the rope was looped around above her.  As she did so, she only was able to get small movements, nothing close to what she needed to accomplish her goal.  “You’ve got spirit, like a wild horse.  But like a wild horse, you’ve got to broken.”  Vice then grinned evilly as she smacked Liberty’s ass hard and fast with the crop.  The leather strap popping against her skin.  The sharp pain was unexpected and made Liberty yelp and her body tighten.  Liberty’s head shot up as she grunted into the gag.  She inhaled deeply, bringing a few fumes from the gag into her body.  She felt herself weaken, but just a little.  Vice quickly smacked her again.  And again.  “You are such a naughty girl.  You deserve to be punished.”  Vice admired the reddening skin on Liberty’s ass.  It was getting shiny as she continued smacking the same area with the crop.  She methodically smacked the same area, making Liberty’s ass redder and redder as the leather sharply ran over the same section of skin.  Liberty yelped at each blow.  After a few more smacks, Liberty started crying slightly.  The sting of the previous hit still aching as a new one began.  Liberty tried to block out the sharp pains, but the stings tingled all over Liberty’s body.  On some level, they actually felt good, but in a rather weird way.  Liberty tried to use the pain, and turn it into anger, pulling at her restraints.  Vice kept saying “You’re a naughty girl!  And naughty girls get punished!”  Vice stopped momentarily and gently rubbed the red areas of Liberty’s ass.  Even the gentle touch of Vice’s cool latex covered glove made Liberty flinch, her ass was so tender.  Vice ran her glove gently in small circles over the red areas, enjoying watching Liberty twitch as she did so.  Vice walked around to see Liberty’s face.  Liberty was still crying.  “Are you a naughty girl?”  Liberty made eye contact with Vice.  Liberty pushed back her tears, thankful for the small respite.  She just stared at Vice trying to keep her composure.  “Do you like being punished?”  Liberty just shook her head no and grunted into her gag knowing that attempting to talk wouldn’t work.  Vice sighed then smirked as she leaned in close to Liberty’s face.  “We shall add stubborn to the list.  You are a very naughty, stubborn girl.”  Vice grabbed a handful of Liberty’s golden locks and pulled back, stretching Liberty upright.  Still holding her up, Vice used her other hand to reach and massage Liberty’s breasts.  Vice enjoyed groping Liberty.  As she continued rubbing her breasts and flicking Liberty’s nipples she felt herself overcome with excitement.  She was rather enjoying breaking in the heroine.  The idea of corrupting an innocent heroine, making her whimper in both pain and ecstasy turned Vice on like nothing ever had before.  Vice looked into Liberty’s eyes there was no doubting it,   Liberty was enjoying having her breasts sucked on and licked.  Vice grinned as she kept eye contact with Liberty.  Suddenly, with great precision, Vice used her crop to smack Liberty right on her erect nipple.  Liberty bucked and yelled out as her tender nipple absorbed the pop.   Liberty glared at Vice.  She kept reminding herself that once she got free, she would enjoy personally taking this villainess downtown to the police station.  Vice felt herself become a little frustrated as every time she inflicted pain, it seemed to only strengthen the young blonde’s resolve.  “We’ve tried the stick, let’s give the carrot a try for a bit.  Shall we?”  Liberty looked at her captor with a confused look.  Vice walked off to the side to a table that was just outside of the light, hidden away in the shadows.  Vice came back holding a couple of items, but Liberty couldn’t make out what they were.  She felt Vice walk up beside her, and run her hand down her back over her spine.  Liberty felt shivers run over through her body.  She shook her head trying to clear her mind of those types of thoughts. 

Vice pulled at Liberty’s costume, causing it to ride up, and allow the rest of her ass to be seen.  It jiggled slightly as her cheeks popped out of the constricting costume.  “Oh my, such a lovely ass indeed!”  Vice kissed Liberty’s cheeks again, avoiding the sore areas.  She wanted Liberty to get lost in a world of pleasure.  Liberty kept straining her neck, trying to see Vice.  To see what she had, and what she was going to do.  Vice, still holding onto Liberty’s costume tugged it ever so gently to the side.  The material rolled over as she pulled and it exposed Liberty’s pussy.  “So very pretty.”  Vice gasped in feigned excitement, “And brazillian too!  My kind of girl!”  Vice felt a rush of emotions as her adrenaline started pumping.  She felt herself worried as to what this evil woman was planning, but she also found herself anticipating what she might do.  Her heart raced faster and faster as she felt a cold metallic object touch her lips.  Liberty flinched, and bucked up, away from the cold metal.  “I’m sorry, honey.  Let me warm it up for you.”  Vice sucked and licked on the vibrator to get it all warm and wet.  She then pressed her fingers on either side of Liberty’s lips and pulled outward, stretching Liberty’s glorious hole open.  Vice could tell that Liberty was already wet.  “Excited are we?  We are just getting started!”  Vice purred as she slowly and gently pushed the vibrator inside Liberty.  She was extra careful to be too fast or rough.  Once it was firmly in, she walked stepped around so that she could see Liberty’s face.  “You pussy looks so pretty with that dildo stuck up it.  Liberty’s cheeks were flushed.  She couldn’t deny it, she enjoyed the feeling of the toy inside her.  “But it gets better!”  In Vice’s hand, she held a small black box with a red button on it.  She pressed it once, and it gave a small click.  As soon as she did this, the toy sprang to life inside Liberty.  It slowly vibrated and hummed inside her.  Liberty’s cheeks became more and more flushed as she felt the tingles spread throughout her body.  It was so teasingly good.  “Doesn’t that feel good?”  Vice asked.  Liberty wouldn’t agree, but Vice saw it in her eyes.  She was enjoying this.   Vice stood quietly in the room listening to the gentle hum from the vibrator.  She clicked it one more time and it increased speed.  Liberty whimpered softly when it started.  The tingles went from enjoyable to pleasurable.  Not enough to have her orgasm, but she was most definitely on the right path.

 “Your mistress is hungry.  I’ll be back in a bit.  Don’t go anywhere my little angel.”  Vice walked into the darkness and Liberty saw light come in from an open door as Vice left the room.  Liberty sighed as she was stuck there, a vibrator teasingly buzzing away inside her, with no way to get it to stop.  Liberty tried to concentrate on her main goal.  To escape.  Yes.  Escape.  That’s what.  Her mind got fuzzy as she felt the vibrator relentlessly continue.  Liberty felt herself becoming more and more aroused.  She even felt herself cum just a little as some juices flowed down from her exposed stuffed lips and run down her leg.  She had to escape.  Minutes agonizingly ticked by as she was forced to hang in limbo, on just this side of ecstasy.  Liberty found herself now thinking one thing, and one thing only.  She wanted to climax.  She had to!  Normally she could only take teasing herself for a few minutes before she finished the job when she masturbated.  This had gone on so long that she felt her legs and her ass quiver as the toy massaged away at the same agonizingly slow speed.  A few more minutes passed and the door opened again.  Liberty felt herself build in anticipation as to Vice’s return.  Her anticipation was turned to horror as she saw two men walk towards her.  They had a look in their eyes.  A look a wild dog gives an injured rabbit just before it eats the rabbit.
“What do we have here?”

“I do believe it’s a little fuck doll.”  Liberty’s heart began racing.  She knew what these two were thinking before they started talking.  To hear their voices was chilling.

“I do believe you are right.”  One man pulled at her hair, hard and fast, yanking her upright.  His touch was mean and rough.  Nothing like Vices.  Vice was almost tender and loving.  This man intended harm.  He grabbed her face in his hand.  “Too bad she’s got this thing in her mouth.  I’d much rather she have my thing in her mouth.”   Both men chuckled.

The other man circled behind Liberty and stopped behind her.  “Someone’s got the case of the red ass.”  He said as he smacked her ass hard, squeezing it firmly and jiggling it.  The pain shot through Liberty like an arrow.  She screamed into the gag.

“Ohhh  I think she liked that.”  The two men started fondling her roughly.  Their intent on getting their enjoyment out of the helpless heroine before Vice returned. 

“She’s got a fucking dildo up her slit.  And boy, is she getting wet.”  The man ran his hand over her lips and pushed the toy in further.  “Ready for a man to finish the job, sweetie?”  Liberty started crying out and shaking her head no.  She was helpless to stop them.  The two men were so enthralled in the rush of having one of Vice’s trophies for themselves, they didn’t notice the door open and close again.  Just before the man behind Liberty could force himself into her, a whip wrapped itself around his neck and quickly snapped back, yanking him into the darkness.  The front man stood in fear.  He backed into Liberty. 

“No…please no…I’m sorry.  We just…we thought…” 

Vice slowly stepped forward, purposefully.  Her legs crossing over each other as she glared at the man.  She unwound a whip with each step.  Click.  Click.  Click.  Her heels tapped against the cement floor.  She stood in front of the man, he was so scared of her, he wet himself.  Trembling in fear, the man obeyed without hesitation when she said, “Kneel.”  She smacked the man hard repeatedly across the face.  Left, right, left, right.  Liberty watched Vice beat the man.  She had felt that hand against her skin, but not like that.  Vice was aiming to hurt the man.  She was livid.  As he kept yelling for her to stop, begging her to stop, Vice continued smacking him.  “Would you have stopped if she begged you to?”  Vice snapped back.  Liberty realized then that Vice was defending her.  She couldn’t believe it, but Vice appeared to be protecting her.  A beaten, bloody mess lay on the ground where the man once knelt.  He sobbed as he curled up.  To add insult to injury, Vice pulled back and kicked the man square in the crotch.  The man cried out in pain.  “You don’t ever touch my property, you little bitch!  Crawl your pathetic ass out of here, you piece of filth.  And keep crawling until you are out of my domain.  If I ever see you, or your ball-less ‘friend’ again I will kill you both.”  The man started crawling away, glad to get a chance to escape.  His friend finally came from out of the shadows and grabbed him.  The two took off as fast as they could manage.

Vice pulled her bloody glove off her arm.  And looked at Liberty.  “I’m sorry you had to see that.”  Liberty let loose a sigh.  Vice tossed her bloody glove into the darkness.  Vice went behind her and pulled out the toy.  Liberty squirmed and her ass cheeks tightened as she felt the toy pull out.  With a little squeal, Liberty instinctively disagreed with the action.  Vice smiled.  The carrot was working.  Vice placed the toy back into Liberty’s wet pussy.  In.  Out.  In.  Out.  Each time going a little faster and harder.  Liberty felt herself becoming overcome with excitement.  Vice knew what she was doing, and did it well.  Liberty had all but forgotten about escaping, she just yearned for sweet release.  Vice saw the juices stream down the metal shaft of the toy, she knew Liberty was close.  Vice reached forward and grabbed the scruff of Liberty’s hair on her neck and pulled her back, arching her back as she was pulled upright.  Vice held her close and tight, placing her hand firmly on Liberty’s neck, partially cutting off her wind, but not enough to make Liberty feel like her life was in danger.  Vice started whispering into Liberty’s ear.  “Do you want to cum?  You want me to fuck you with this toy, and let you finally explode all over it?  You little slut?  You want me to fuck you?”  Liberty tried so hard not to make a noise, but she was so turned on, she needed the sweet release.  Vice wiggled the toy inside her.  “Tell me you want me to fuck you, slut.  Do you want me to use this toy?  Huh?  Fuck you hard, you naughty girl?”  Liberty finally let out a tiny squeal as she gently nodded her head yes.  Vice immediately made good on her questions.  She turned the vibrator up to a much faster speed and started fucking Liberty’s wet hole.  As she did so, Vice rubbed her body up and down on Liberty and she started to bite on Liberty’s shoulder.  Liberty moaned and sighed as she felt the toy pleasure her.  The added sensation of Vice’s body pressed against hers was even more exciting.  Vice felt Liberty about to climax.  As Liberty’s legs locked and started trembling, her ass shook uncontrollably.  Vice kept plunging the toy in and out of Liberty as she felt Liberty cum hard all over the toy and her hand.  Liberty yelled out in ecstasy as she came.  Vice let go of her grip and Liberty fell back forward, until her restraints stopped her from falling.  Vice walked around to face her, licking the toy dry.  “You taste good.”  Liberty was embarrassed by the whole event.  Embarrassed that she had been played with, that she orgasmed, and even more embarrassed that she enjoyed it.

Vice stood before Liberty, licking the vibrator like a popsicle.  "That wasnt so bad, was it?"  Liberty found herself thinking about how good it was.  She had imagined what it would be like, someone else's touch, someone else deciding when she orgasmed.  She never imagined her first time would be tied up by a dominating villainess.  Vice kept trying to look Liberty in the eye, but Liberty kept turning her head.  Vice grabbed her chin.  "What's the matter?"  Liberty's eyes were slightly bloodshot and teary.  Her cheeks flushed.  "Are you upset?"  Liberty didnt want to give Vice the satisfaction.  "Oh my...you're embarrassed!  There is no need to be embarrassed.  Such a sweet, sexy woman as yourself.  Not to mention tasty."  Vice smiled as she licked her lips.  Liberty was trained on Vice's lips.  She saw them glisten as she licked them.  "Is my naughty girl wanting something?"  Vice pressed her lips close to Liberty's face.  Something to taste, perhaps?"  Implying she was going to kiss her heroine.  "Or something to touch?"  Vice turned and placed her ass right in front of Liberty's face.  Liberty had a hard time not enjoying looking as Vice's voluptuous round ass.  It was far better than those volleyball girls.  Liberty pushed her head down, trying to resist her thoughts of lust.  She couldnt let this woman win, she had to stay strong.

Vice turned around.  "Hmm.  Well then, I think it's time for you to get some nutrition.  Can't expect to keep you here and have be treated like the naughty stubborn girl you are without keeping your strength up.  Vice adjusted Liberty's bondings, and had her now being pulled straight upright.  Vice walked over to the counter and grabbed a glass of water.  Making a slow sexy strut back to Liberty, she stopped and said, "No one will be able to hear your screams for help, so no need to even bother."  She reached up and undid the ball gag and pulled it from Liberty's mouth.  Liberty did her best to stay defiant.  Vice placed the glass on Liberty's lips.  "Go on.  It's not drugged."  She tilted the glass and the water inside flowed into Liberty's mouth.  A small stream flowed over the edge, and ran down her chin.  After taking a couple of big gulps, Liberty emptied the glass.  "That's a good girl."  Vice purred as she lowered the glass.  Vice was completely caught off guard when Liberty sprayed the last gulp of water she had taken right in her captor's face.  Vice dropped the glass and it shattered against the cement floor.  Vice wiped the water out of her face.  She glared over at Liberty who had this prideful smirk on her face.  "That was very stupid you naughty slut!  I know just the punishment for a rebellious bitch like you."  Liberty opened her mouth to speak but was caught by Vice's firm grip.  Clenching her hand against Liberty's jaw, she forced open her mouth.  Vice crammed the ball gag back in her mouth.  "YOU!  Will be needing this!"  Vice strapped the gag back on tightly.  She lowered Liberty to a 90 degree angle and kept her there via the restraints and ropes.  Vice then purposefully walked back to the counter and grapped her crop and a little tiny capsule sized vibrator that had a piece of adhesive on it.  Vice got behind Liberty and grabbed the backside section of her uniform.  Tugging it forcably to the side, revealing Liberty's pussy once again.  Vice knelt down and attached the little capsule size vibrator right on top of Liberty's clit.  Liberty squirmed as she felt the pressure against her.  She wasnt clear as to how a vibrator would play into her 'punishment'.  Vice turned it on, and it hummed away quickly.  Liberty almost immediately felt the pleasure of the vibrations against her sensitive clit.  She felt arousal coming on strong once again.

A little voice in Liberty's head whispered, "If this is punishment, I want to be a naughty girl."  Liberty was far less resistant to the thought of being pleasured again.  She thought back to the way it felt, having the toy thrust inside her, so powerful, so fast.  Her imagination added with the stimulation from the toy, caused her pussy to become wet once again.  This was what Vice was waiting for.  She saw Liberty's lips start to glisten.  She pressed her finger in Liberty to make sure.  Liberty squealed in delight as Vice twisted and probed her fingers around.  Once her fingers were adequately wet, she retracted then and wiped the juices onto Liberty's pussy lips.  She heard Liberty moan as she did this.  Smiling Vice said, "You are a naughty slut that deserves to be punished!"  Vice pushed some of her wet hair out of her face, the results of Liberty's defiance still apparent.  Vice flicked her wrist and the crop snapped up, the leather poping right on top of Liberty's wet lips.  Liberty yelled out in pain as she leather collided with her swollen sensitive lips.  The small vibrator still was working away.  Between the smacks, Liberty felt pleasure then pain.  Pleasure.  Pain.  Pleasure.  Pain.  It became twisted sometimes she felt the pleasure during the smack, and the pain afterwards.  Each time Liberty yellped, Vice asked "Are you a naughty slut?  Do you deserve to be punished?"  Vice stopped the special spankings when she saw Liberty nod her head in agreement and yell out a muffled but obvious yes.  Leaving the vibrator on to finish off it's job, Vice reached forward and unclasped the ball gag.  "What did you say?"

"I'm a naughty girl who deserves to be punished."

Vice smiled, "That's right, you are."  Vice playfully spanked Liberty's ass.  "Mistress loves her girls to be naughty."  Liberty was moaning loudly, her face was racked with pleasure as the pain from the spankings subsided, but she could still feel her lips throbbing as the vibrator buzzed away.  "For admitting that you are a naughty girl who likes to be punished, I will give you one thing.  Any thing you want, as a reward.  Vice bent over Liberty, her body pressing against her captives' body.  Whispering in Liberty's ear, she purred "Tell Mistress what you want."

Liberty's mind was a sex filled blur.  All she could think about was how good it felt for Vice to touch her, and how much rapture she felt from that little toy that was still vibrating away.  Liberty opened her mouth.  The combination of her sex filled mind and the way Vice’s breath felt against her ear, coupled with her voluptuous body pressed against her, Liberty whispered softly.  “I want you to fuck me, Mistress.”

Vice felt her heart race.  She had her!  This little heroine was hers and hers alone.  She could have asked for escape, or to be freed, but she wanted Vice to pleasure her.  And the fact that Liberty called her Mistress was just more exhilarating.  Vice pulled back and stood up.  She yanked at Liberty’s arms, and tied them back to the rope hanging from the ceiling.  Vice grabbed a handful of Liberty’s hair and she whispered into Liberty’s ear.  “You have made me so happy.  Your Mistress with fuck you well and good, MY Naughty Girl.”  Vice then started nibbling on Liberty’s ear.  Vice worked her way down Liberty’s neck, biting and licking at her outfit.  Vice worked her magic tongue again on Liberty’s breasts and nipples through her suit.  This time as she did so, Vice would suck hard as she could on Liberty’s breast and rubbed her hands against Liberty’s ass.  She was still tender from the spankings but it felt good, the way she squeezed her ass and rubbed it all over.  After spending several minutes sucking on her breasts and getting them both hot and bothered, Vice worked her way down to Liberty’s crotch, kissing her stomach as she went down.  Liberty started sighing and moaning in anticipation.  “Yes…yes, mistress.  Please fuck your naughty girl, mistress!”  Liberty didn’t know where it was coming from, and she didnt care.  All she wanted was the pleasure Vice could provide.  Vice flicked off the little toy from Liberty’s lips and began licking away.  As she did so, Liberty moaned each time.  Vice began to French kiss Liberty’s pussy with no intention of stopping until she had brought HER heroine to a climax.  The way Vice’s lips felt against her tender lips, the way her warm wet tongue danced in her vagina, and the was Vice’s nose nuzzled up against her clit was just too much for the heroine.  She started moaning and crying out in pleasure as Vice continued.  “Oh fuck!  Fuck me!  Yes!  Don’t stop!  Don’t Stop Mistress!”  Liberty moaned out as Vice buried her face deeper into Liberty’s pussy.  Vice felt  Liberty’s body squirm and tremble all around her.  Seconds later, Liberty exploded in Vice’s mouth as  Liberty yelled out in ecstasy.   Liberty felt herself tremble all over as Vice’s wet face lapped at her swollen lips, making sure to get every last drop.  Vice stood up, and looked at Liberty in the face.  Liberty could see her juices streaming on her face.  Vice started using her finger to wipe a stream off her chin when Liberty leaned forward and smiled as she felt herself sexually satisfied. 

Liberty's juices still on Vice's lips and face, Vice removed the rope from it's hook and told Liberty to kneel.  "Fuck my pussy with your tongue you little whore.  Please your mistress with your mouth!"  Liberty willingly knelt before Vice as vice slowly pulled down her barely there panties to around her thighs.  Liberty looked up at Vice with this ‘May I fuck you mistress’ look in her eye.  Vice didn’t say a word.  She placed her hand behind Liberty’s head and pushed her willing face into her groin.  Vice never let this happen.  She never got attached.  She took pleasure from their pain.  Never from…”Ohh fuck!”  Vice yelled out.  Liberty wasn’t a pro, but what she lacked in experience, she made up for in determination.  Liberty took extra time to spend licking and sucking on Vice’s clit which made her mistress moan.  She knew she was doing a good job as Vice started gyrating her hips into her face.  Liberty added her fingers to her licking and probing.  Before long, Vice was trembling as she orgasmed into Liberty’s young face.  Liberty licked up all of the cum and juices eagerly.  She loved the way Vice tasted.  As she continued to lap up around Vice’s pussy, Vice felt herself about to come again.  “Don’t fucking stop you little slut!  Lick my pussy!”  As streams of juices still coursed down her face and chin, Liberty assaulted her Mistress’ slit once more.  And shortly, Vice came again, harder and stronger this time.  More juices flowed into the heroines mouth.  Before Liberty could lap it all up, Vice pulled her head up from her dripping wet pussy and started licking and frenching her little pussy whore.  As she licked her juices from Liberty’s lips, they continued kissing.  “That’s my good little slut.”

“Thank you mistress.”

Vice knew what she wanted.  To make a pet orgasm was one thing and to have her pleasure her Mistress was another.  To kiss her.  That would show emotion.  To show passion.  Vice hesitated, but only for a second.  She leaned in and the two of them kissed.  they both could taste their own juices on each other's lips and tongue.  This just made them kiss each other harder.

Vice gripped her face sternly and pulled her face off hers.  A stream of saliva mixed with Liberty’s fluids stretched across the gap between their lips.  Liberty smiled and gave a look of pleasure in a way hoped that she had pleased her Mistress.  Vice reached into her boot and pulled out what appeard to be a little spray bottle of perfume.  She pointed the sprayer towards Liberty's face and gave a good press.  A little cloud of chemicals sprayed into her face.  Liberty went limp in VIce's arms. 

Hours, perhaps more went by and Liberty found herself on the top of a roof, with a little pigeon staring at her.  she moved her arm, but it was tied at the wrist to her other arm in front of her.  Liberty rolled around until she was sitting upright.  She reached down and untied her ankles.  Once her legs were free, she walked over to where the airconditioner equipment was and found a partly sharp edge that she used to saw at the ropes and unbind her hands.  Once her hands were free, she pulled the cloth gag out of her mouth.  She looked around, confused, trying to make sense of it.  Why did Vice just let her go?  Where was she?  One thing was certain.  She had never felt so satisfied before.  She actually felt a slight air of confidence from the thoughts of being pleasured by Vice.  Liberty ran her fingers over her lips.  And from pleasuring Vice.  Liberty never knew that the life of a heroine could be so...tasty.

Liberty Lass' Early Perils

Christy ran down the hall out of her classroom.  She was so excited today was finally done!  It had been several days since her heroine outfit had arrived, and she could hardly wait for today to get here.  Today was Friday!  Which meant no classes or anything school related to do for two days.  She had all the time she wanted to get all dressed up and go fight some crime!  She quickly strode through the courtyard over towards her dormitory.  It was a rather easy task seeing as no one ever stopped to talk to her or stopped her.  The only time she ever got slowed down from point A to point B was if someone accidentally bumped into her and knocked her down.  She smiled as she thought how silly it was that guys seemed to bump into her a lot.  She had even gone and purchased extra sturdy binders that you could zip up to keep papers from flying everywhere.  After about a dozen times chasing after a paper through the wind across the yard, she had to fix that!

Once she got inside the women’s dormitory, she made her way up the staircase, four flights to her floor.  As she went down the hall, which was primarily occupied by some of the prettiest girls in school she got several “looks” and sighs.  One girl even shook her head as she saw Christy.  Christy just ignored them, mainly because she didn’t know what those looks meant, only that they did make her feel a little uncomfortable.  But there was no time to worry about that!  Today was Liberty Lass’ first real day!

Once in her tiny room, Christy placed her books and binders up in the little cubby hole above her dressed that doubled as a book shelf.  Christy took off her ball cap and placed it on top of her books.  She then went over to her bed and sat on the edge.  She reached down and pulled off her sneakers and placed them neatly to the side of the bed.  She then pulled off her socks and tossed them into a hamper.  She said “two points” as they both went right into the middle of the basket.  Not that challenging seeing as the room was so small.  But it is the little things in life Christy always tried to take enjoyment in.  She then stood up and undid the clasps of her denim overalls.  Once she unfastened the second clasp, the weight of the material caused the overalls to drop to the floor.  Christy pulled one leg out of the pile of denim and then her other.  Her oversized t-shirt was now flowing like a mini dress, no longer being held in place by the overalls.  Christy hoped over to her dresser, obviously excited about what she was about to do, almost gleeful.

She reached into the bottom corner of her closet and pulled out a brown box.  She then carried it over to her bed.  Once she opened the box and saw the blue and pink material, Christy got really excited.  Almost sexually excited.  Christy clawed at the back of her t-shirt, bunching it up around her neck.  She quickly pulled it off and let it drop to the floor on top of her overalls.  She then quickly reached behind her and undid her bra and pulled it off as well.  Finally she ran her fingers down her sides and pinched a hold of her panties as she lowered her hands, pulling them down enough for gravity to finish the job.  Christy pulled out the mask, which was on top and pulled it on first.  She had tried the outfit on so many times this past week that she had learned the best way to put in on.  Next she pulled on the main piece of the outfit.  Once in was tightly clinging to her body, Christy felt a rush through her whole body.  It felt so good to wear this.  The way in touched her body, the way it was so tight…everywhere.  Christy then pulled out her gloves and pulled them on.  Flexing her hands as it conformed to her fingers.  Finally she pulled up her thigh high, high heeled boots.  In almost no time, Christy had transformed herself from clumsy, awkward college girl to kick ass sexy superheroine.  It wasn’t until she was completely dressed that she realized that she had no way to leave her room.  The hall and subsequent floors were filled with girls coming and going.  She could just jump out the window, she could easily handle a fall from this height, but there were people in the courtyard.  “Damn it!”  Christy let loose some of her frustrations.  She was all dressed up and no way to get out.  Seeing as it was Friday night, she knew that most of the girls would have dates.  The ones that didn’t, would go hang out in groups around town, or just stay in.  She would just have to wait them out.  Christy hung around her room for several hours, trying to pass the time.  She stood in front of her mirror admiring herself, her outfit.  She was so proud of the outfit.  She did some flexing and posing, even trying to mask her voice some.  After doing this for a while, she looked at the clock.  Only fifteen minutes had passed.  She spent the rest of the afternoon looking up crime hotspots online, deciding where to go tonight.  She found one area in particular that seemed to have more crime than others, so decided to start there.  She used online maps to plan out her patrol schedule.  She smiled widely as she thought that she was actually going to be doing this!  Her!  Little Christy from Georgia!  A Heroine!  Christy waited and waited as time slowly passed by.  She lay in her bed, wearing her uniform, peeking her head up to the window just enough so that she could see out it.  She couldn’t let anyone see her in her uniform.  Rule number one, was to keep her identity a secret!  The sun was beginning to set as she watched life buzz about below her.  From her vantage point, she could see pretty much the entire courtyard.  Even the little “hidden spots”.  She had often watched people that thought they were invisible.  Like those two right down there.  A striking redhead junior, her Christy recognized.  She was in one of her classes.  Apparently she didn’t have time to study as she was having to retake the freshman level class.  And from Christy’s observations, she knew why.  Just about every night, that redhead lured different people into that little “hidden spot” between some trees that were nestled up against the side of the science building.  So far, Christy had counted at least a dozen different guys and almost twice as many girls that the seductive redhead had lured to her spot for some quick sex.
Christy sighed as she thought about being alone, and worse even, not being able to go out yet.  There was still too much commotion in the hallway, and too many people in the courtyard.  Christy laid back down and faced the ceiling.  “The mighty dull adventures of Liberty Lass…” she sighed.  A few moments later, she heard a little yelp.  It wasn’t loud enough to draw attention unless you were looking for something bad to happen.  She shot her head up and looked out the window and darted her eyes around trying to find the source of that noise.  Perhaps it was someone in distress!  Someone for Liberty Lass to rescue!  It could be!  It!  It!  It was the redhead.  Apparently she was doing an exceptionally good job giving oral sex to the blonde behind the tree.  The blonde had since put her hand over her mouth to keep from being heard again.  Christy couldn’t help but watch.  It looked so beautiful.  She enjoyed watching that redhead with men, but this was something else completely.  Christy watched intently as she saw the blonde girl raise her shirt exposing her breasts.  She was no longer caring if she got caught, she was too caught up in the heat of the moment.  As the redhead started reaching up and massaging the blonde girls’ breast while continuing her oral assault on the girl’s pussy, Christy started to feel heated herself.  She started massaging her breasts through her uniform.  She felt her nipples become erect and she started teasing them.  Her hand started mimicking the motions she saw out the window.  That felt good, and it looked twice as wonderful.  Christy slowly pushed her hand down her stomach until her fingers felt the indentation of her lips through her costume.  With her middle finger, Christy began massaging her clit and pushing her fingers between her lips.  She kept watching her private show, now the blonde had started gyrating her hips into the redhead’s face.  The more she watched, the more she rubbed.  Faster and harder.  Christy closed her eyes as she imagined the redhead’s tongue inside her.  Licking her juices and probing her pussy.  She started pressing her fingers inside her, but the costume would only give so much.  Not as much as she needed right now.  She pulled at the leg hole and slid her gloved fingers under her uniform.  Now, completely unrestricted, Christy began fingering herself.  She was already wet enough, that she felt a little of her juices flow out and down her leg.  She kept fingering, harder, faster, hard, faster for several minutes.  She felt her muscles tighten and her legs started quivering.  She came hard and fast and lay there for a few moments, just tenderly petting herself as she unwound from her climax.  That was the closest Christy ever got to having sex.  She often wondered if it was as amazing as when she touched herself.  She lay in the bed, her heartbeat slowly returning to normal.  Before she knew it, the heroine had fallen asleep.  The boredom of waiting for nightfall mixed with the workout she just gave herself, made for one relaxed girl and she passed out.  Several hours later Christy woke up and realized what had happened.  “Oh crap!” She let out as she shot up.  She checked herself in the mirror.  She adjusted her boots, and the bottom of her outfit to correctly cover herself up.  She stretched wide and got a good look at herself.  She felt weird as she didn’t really see herself, but this gorgeous heroic looking woman standing in front of her.  It was weird to her that she almost felt attracted to herself.  It was like she saw a completely different woman and not herself in the mirror.  Christy glanced at the clock, and saw it was already 11:40pm.  She opened the door slowly to the hallway.  She couldn’t hear a sound, so she peeked her head out the door.  Once she confirmed the coast was clear, she quickly closed the door to her room and darted down the hall to the staircase.  She went up to the roof, where the girls weren’t allowed to go, but it was kept propped open for some of the smokers to catch a quick smoke during the night.  She opened the door to the roof and was thankful to see that no one was there.  She then ran full speed and jumped as hard and as fast as she could, pretending she was back on her farm in Georgia. 

After a while, Liberty Lass made her way from one side of the town, to the other.  She even surprised herself as to how she wasn’t getting tired.  She had run around the farm a lot, but this was another scale.  A few hours passed as she continued her “patrol”.  She made it into the dangerous part of town that she had scoped out online and was feeling excited at the prospect of actually finding some bad guys.  She soon was disappointed to find that there wasn’t much going on at all.  She helped a blind man cross a street, at least she was sure he was blind.  He kept squeezing her butt the whole time she helped him.  As the night progressed into early morning hours, Christy was getting more discouraged at not finding any crime.  She started just slowly walking down poorly lit streets and soon a car pulled up next to her.

“Hey honey!  That ass sure looks good in that get up!  How much for an hour?”

Christy tried to ignore them as she continued walking down the street.

“Come on!  I’m really needing some play time, I’ll be extra nice, promise.”

“I’m not a prostitute buddy, I’m a superheroine!”

“A what?”

“A Super Heroine!”

“A what?”  The man repeated, he kept not listening as he was paying more attention to Christy’s shapely ass move side to side and give a little bounce as her heels clicked along the pavement.
Christy, having had it up to here with this guy and the fact that she was quite upset that she hadn’t stumbled onto any crime, decided to vent at him in a way he would understand.  “I’m a cop asshole!  Beat it or I’ll bust you!”  All he had to hear was ‘cop’ and he slammed his foot down on the gas pedal.  As the tires squealed in the distance, Christy finally heard something.  It was a commotion and she could hear a woman yelling out.  She ran towards the noise.  “Finally!  Some crime!”  Christy ran around a corner down an alley between two warehouses.  She saw the front of a large eighteen wheeler parked diagonally facing her.  She could see light coming from the other side and hear men talking, and saw their shadows up under the truck.

“Move along missy!  No stopping!”  One man said in a thick Italian accent.

Christy snuck up the far side of the trailer and took a quick glance around the corner.  She saw several men dressed in suits.  One man was in a nicer suit than the others.  Christy decided he must be the leader.  They were ferrying women, dressed in lingerie out of the building and into the back of the truck.  All the women had ball gags in their mouths and their wrists were bound tightly with rope.  The women were all wearing collars with chains linking them together.  As one girl stepped out of the building, the man closest to the door smacked her on her ass, giving it a good squeeze.  She started yelling at the man through her gag.  The man went over to her and smacked her clear across her mouth, causing her to fall down.  “Don’t back talk to me, you little bitch.”

“Hey, hey, hey.  You know better than to touch the Madame’s merchandise!”  The man in the nicer suit helped pick up the girl off the ground.  As he did so, he made sure to cop a feel of her breasts and her butt.  “There you go.  No harm, no foul,” he said shoving her shoulder encouraging her to continue on into the trailer.  As he turned around, Christy thought this was her chance.  She bounced out from her hiding spot and yelled out.

“Stop right there you vile scum!”

The men all turned to face her.  “You talkin’ to us?”

“Yes!  I don’t know what you are doing with these women, but your reign of terror ends tonight!”

“Are you kidding me?  You know who I am?  You know who I work for?”

“You’re a criminal!  You work for the bad guys!”

The men started chuckling.  A couple of the larger men started cracking their knuckles as they approached Christy.  One of the slender men pulled a knife out of his pocket and their leader just stayed still, laughing at her.

“Who are you little girl?  So I know what to write on you’s tombstone.”

“My name’s Liberty Lass!  And I’m taking you in!”

“Get ‘er!”  With the order given, one of the larger men lunged at Liberty Lass.  She dodged quickly and the man ended up falling on his face.  The other large man grabbed her arm and yanked her behind him, causing her to fall onto one of the women being ferried into the trailer.  Liberty picked herself up and swung at him, even giving off a good yell as she lunged forward.  He caught her, and gave her a quick punch to the gut.  It hurt a little, but she had been hit much harder before.  He was surprised that she wasn’t doubled over in pain, and was easily caught by her right hook that landed squarely on his jaw.  He fell to a knee, grabbing his face.  The man with the knife lunged at her and poked her with his knife.  Christy’s uniform absorbed the blade and didn’t tear.  The material was holding up so far.  She slapped his arm making the knife pop out of his hand and fall to the ground.  As she dealt with him, the first large man that had completely missed her, came up from behind with a tire iron and knocked her in the back of the head.  A blow like that would have easily knocked a person out, even fractured their skull.  Christy was saved by her impervious skin, but that didn’t mean the blow didn’t hurt. 
“Oww!”  She yelled out as she turned to face him.  He dropped his makeshift weapon out of fear when he saw she was still standing there.  Liberty Lass continued to tussle with the men, each time they should have gotten her, she managed to get the upper hand, albeit awkwardly.  The two larger men double teamed Liberty.  One grabbed her arms and held her while the other pulled back to punch her face.  Just before his fist got to her face, she ducked down out of fear, her strength and speed did the rest.  As she dodged, she inadvertently pulled the other man down and he ended up on the receiving end of the punch, knocking him off her and down to ground.  Taking advantage of the surprise, Liberty swept her feet, knocking down the other large man on to his back.  She jumped up and as he tried to sit up, she punched him right in the jaw, knocking him out cold.  “Hells yeah!”  Liberty yelled as she took pride in knocking him out.  She stood over him, completely enthralled with her accomplishment.  She started placed her foot on his bloated stomach and continued her celebration. “You’ve just been served up some justice, courtesy of Liberty Lass, evildoer!”

“Oh for fucks sake!”  The leader sighed as he saw Liberty Lass gloating.  He walked up behind the unsuspecting heroine and placed a handkerchief over her mouth and nose, pulling her close to him.  Liberty squirmed as she tried to shrug him off, but it was too late.  The chloroform on the rag was taking its toll already.  With each breath, she inhaled more and more of the chemical.  She felt her arms go limp and fall to her side.  As she faded in and out, she heard a man say “Put…other…for…Vice…”  Liberty was rudely awakened when she rolled down onto the metal floor of the trailer and landed with a loud echoing thud.  The back door opened and she finally got enough light in to notice that she was the only one in the trailer.  She tried to move, but she couldn’t.  Her arms were bound tightly behind her, her arms crossed over each other and the rope came around her waist, keeping her arms locked behind her.  If she pushed or pulled with either arm, it tightened around her waist and the other arm, making her unable to move.  To make matters worse, the restraints then wrapped down around her legs, keeping them together and making her unable to even fully extend her legs, let alone move them.  One of the large men came inside the trailer and walked towards her.  She tried to yell out, but all that came out was a muffled “mmmmpphh  mmmm!”  It was then she realized that the aching jaw was due to a ball gag in her mouth. 

The man reached the back of the trailer and smiled.  “Ohh you are in for it now, sweetheart.”  He reached down and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder.  She wiggled a little, but couldn’t get enough motion to get off his shoulder.  He carried her into a rather dark room.  All that was in the room was a silver metal chair.  He placed her in the chair and unfastened some of her restraints, just to reattach them to the chair.  Liberty could sit up, but was now locked into that chair.  So far this was not going as planned.  The man chuckled as he walked out of the room and shut the door, and with it, all the light in the room.  Liberty sat in the dark, continuing to struggle and test her restraints but to no avail.  Suddenly a light came on right above her and lit her up, and a good two feet in diameter all around her.

“Who are you, you silly little girl?”  A sultry woman’s voice asked from inside the darkness.

“Mmmph…mmm!”

“Oh really?  Well, I’m Vice.”  Liberty could hear heels clicking as the voice moved about the room staying in the complete darkness.  “Care to tell me why you attacked my boys?  They are my good little doggies and you interrupted the job I had them doing.  They didn’t even get to make their second stop because of you.  They will, of course, be punished after I deal with you.”

“Mmmmffff..  mmmm   mm   mmmmpphh!”

The woman chuckled in the dark.  “Now that I get a good look at you, you really are quite beautiful.”  Christy didn’t know how to take this.  This Vice woman was the bad guy, she was playing the part to perfection, but at the same time was rather alluring and seductive.  The mystery she kept, staying in the shadows, not staying still, just made her more alluring.  And now Vice thinks that Liberty is beautiful?  That was the first time anyone had ever said anything like that to her.  Christy decided it must be a mind game.” 

“Mmmm!  Mmmmpp  Mmmff!”

The heels clicked closer and closer until she felt a presence behind her.  Liberty tried to turn around to see this Vice woman, but couldn’t.  Liberty then felt something most unexpected.  She felt the woman’s hands rub her shoulders, almost like she was massaging her.  Vice then moved her hands down Liberty’s chest until her hands cupped Liberty’s breasts.  Vice placed her head on Liberty’s shoulder and whispered into Liberty’s ear.  “Very beautiful.”  Vice started massaging her captive’s breasts and nibbling on her neck, causing Liberty to become forcibly aroused as her nipples became erect.  Vice turned from pleasure to pain when she felt Liberty’s erect nipples through her blue outfit.  Vice pinched hard and pulled on Liberty’s nipples causing her to wince and let out a muffled scream into her gag.  As she did this, Vice said “A very beautiful, BAD GIRL!”  Releasing her grip of pain on Liberty, she walked around in front of her helpless captive and kneeled in front of her.  Finally getting a good glimpse of this Vice woman, Liberty was shocked as to what she saw.  The woman was gorgeous in her own right.  She was wearing black latex stiletto heeled boots.  The leg part of her boots came all the way to lightly kiss at her butt cheeks.  Looking upward, she noticed the woman was wearing what appeared to be either latex or leather thong panties.  Vice wore a latex top that clung to her body tight, almost like a second skin.  It had to be so tight to stay on, wrapped around her large breasts.  The top covered to just above her nipples.  The woman had three quarter length black latex gloves on as well.  Around her neck was a studded black leather collar with a silver ring on the front of it and a large letter V on the collar at the inset of the ring.  The woman’s face wasn’t hidden and why would she?  She had a face many women pay doctors to try to create.  And her long flowing, straight raven black hair came down to the middle of her back.  This Vice woman was a beautiful as she was evil.  Every inch of this woman oozed sexuality and control.  All the right places were covered, but plenty of her pale white skin was visible.  Liberty found herself attracted to this woman oddly enough.

As Vice kneeled in front of Liberty, her tone changed back from stern to soft.  “I’m sorry.  I don’t like hurting you.”  She started rubbing her gloved hands against Liberty’s exposed thighs.  “In fact, I want to pleasure you more than anything.  Such a beautiful girl as yourself.”  Liberty found herself becoming more and more aroused as her captor teased her fingers on her thighs.  Vice then leaned in and placed her face right in front of Liberty’s breast.  “Look here, you must like me.  Your nipples are still nice and erect.”  Vice began licking at Liberty’s nipples through her outfit.  Liberty felt herself seriously becoming aroused at this point; being at the mercy of this evil seductress.  She fought herself, her thoughts of lust and desire.  This was the bad guy!  The heroine doesn’t fall for the bad guy!  Vice glanced up as she licked away at Liberty’s chest.  She noticed that her captive was squeezing her eyes closed tight, but that her cheeks were flushed.  She was definitely arousing this would be heroine.  Vice smiled as she began to suck on Liberty’s breast.  She even heard Liberty moan through her gag.  Just after the moan, Vice pulled back and looked at Liberty.  She then slapped Liberty across the face so hard, it turned her head.  “You don’t make a noise unless I ask you a question!”  Liberty looked at Vice and glared at her.  Vice didn’t react kindly to being glared at.  She slapped Liberty hard a couple more times.  Enough that her face was turning red from the repeated smacks.  “You never ever look at your mistress like that!  You will love and respect your mistress!”  As she said this, Vice kicked Liberty’s chair back and it fell to the floor with a loud clang.  Vice placed her heeled boot down on Liberty’s stomach.  The weight of her body pushing down on the stiletto into her abs.  It wouldn’t puncture the outfit or her skin, but it hurt.  Hurt bad enough for Liberty to tear up a little from the pain.  Before Vice could continue, the door opened.  Vice turned and yelled at the door.  “Never interrupt your mistress!”

The man flinched when she yelled at him.  He outstretched his hand, holding a phone.  He wouldn’t look at Vice, just stood there quivering like a scared dog.  Liberty was most thankful for the interruption as it got Vice’s heel off her stomach.  She watched Vice walk over to the door, her ass hanging freely out the back of her outfit.  She snatched the phone out of the man’s hand.  “WHAT?!”  Liberty couldn’t see her face, but noticed a sudden change in her body language.  She went from tall and proud to almost looking scared.  “No mistress.  I’m sorry mistress.  I would never yell at you mistress!”  Vice almost sounded like she started crying.  “Noooo..mistress…please!  Forgive me!  I’m a bad girl, please punish me, mistress.  I want you to love me, mistress!  Of course mistress.  I will.  Yes mistress.  I love you.  Mistress, do you love me?  Please say you love me…please!”  Vice started crying her eyes out.  “Mistress!  Please!”  Finally she heard the crying die off.  “Thank you mistress, I love you too!”  Vice then began kissing the phone until she hung up.  Apparently whoever Vice was, she was not the leader of this organization.  She composed herself.  Once she stood back up straight, she slapped the man across the face for good measure.  “Get rid of the ‘would be heroine’, she’s learned not to mess with us.  Mistress wants me to come home tonight.  Just dump her somewhere, now!”

The man quickly ran in and didn’t even try to untie Liberty.  He just drug her out of the room, chair and all.  Liberty rode along the ground trying to see any clue as to where she was.  She couldn’t let these villains get away with this.  The man cut her loose from the chair and tossed her into a van.  She glared at him as he slid the side door of the van shut.  She tried to count the seconds and the turns the van made, but lost track.  Soon the van came to a screeching halt.  The driver got out and came around and opened the side door, grabbing the knot between Liberty’s feet.  Pulling her out of the van and onto the dirty pavement, he leaned over and cut a few of the knots.  Enough for her to regain some movement, but not enough for her to grab at him.  The goon ran back into the van and took off like a bolt into the night.  Liberty kept working at it, pushing and pulling at her loosening restraints.  Finally she wrestled free and got her arms free.  She immediately pulled the gag out of her mouth and moved her jaw up and down, rubbing her face as she did so.  She then got her legs free and pulled herself off the ground.  Christy made a slow, sulking walk back towards school.  Luckily she had been dropped off not too far from the campus.  As she made her way back, Christy ran everything through her head that had happened.  At first she was upset and saddened that she didn’t beat the bad guys, or free the girls.  She had just gotten caught and tortured…was that torture?  She felt herself tingle as she thought of how it felt for Vice’s fingers to rub her thighs.  The way her tongue felt on her nipples.  But then she also remembered how that heel felt against her stomach.  Christy was confused, and torn.  Making her way up the fire escape ladder, she was back on the roof of her dorm.  She went inside as the sun was starting to rise.  Quickly making her way to her room without being seen, Christy pulled off her mask as she plopped down on her bed.  The last thought she had before she passed out was. “I have to do something about this!”