Chapter Ten
October 24th, 12:05 AM.
"I think we're alone now."
Jackson shut the barn door. He had been watching Hammerson as the Boss got into his car and sped off, kicking mud onto the stationary pickup truck. He turned now toward Erin, who was still tied tightly, still hanging from the barn rafter, but now, oddly, smiling.
"Things are starting to unravel, aren't they?" Erin said.
"I wouldn't say that," Jackson said, adjusting his hat. "I'd say we're just getting started here."
"You're wrong," Erin replied. "You're through. My friend has your picture. You and your boss. She's going to escape, and she's going to end this."
"Come on now," Jackson said. "Your girl's got the picture, but it won't be long before Clayton's got your girl." He spat onto the hay-strewn floor. "Clayton's fast."
"Here's a thought," said Erin. "Why don't you untie me? I'll tell my friend to call the whole thing off."
"That's a stupid idea," laughed Jackson.
It was a stupid idea. But Erin didn't have any good ideas. She was proud of Margot, coming to her rescue, managing to distract the thugs just before Hammerson was about to unmask the Blue Lynx. But would she be able to ditch Clayton, and then come back here to beat Jackson? It seemed unlikely. If the Blue Lynx was getting out of this predicament, she'd have to rely on her own strength and cunning. Unfortunately, both of those things seemed, at the moment, in short supply.
"Here's a better idea," Jackson said, sauntering over to Erin. "Let's take off that mask."
Again, Erin's reaction was immediate. "What? No!" she cried. "Why do that? Why do you even care?"
"Because," Jackson said, placing his right hand on the small of Erin's back, pulling her close, and his left hand on Erin's cheek. "I want to see all of that pretty face."
He cackled, and Erin breathed in his hot, sour breath. He was a disgusting cretin. Every second that his dirty fingers rested on her body, every moment that he looked into her eyes with deep, perverted lust, felt like an eternity to Erin.
"You're a stooge," Erin said, attempting another tactic. "You're just doing it because your boss wants you to. You're a coward."
"Nah," Jackson said, tightening his grip on Erin's back. "I ain't no coward. But I think what the Boss says makes a lot of sense."
"Why?" said Erin. "If you're just gonna kill me, then who cares who I am, or what I look like?"
"Well, first of all," Jackson said. "I like watching you squirm."
Hearing this, Erin could not help but struggle against her bonds, which only widened Jackson's sickening grin.
"And second of all, well, we could use that photo, right? Make sure you're always in line. You know. A little blackmail."
"But listen," Erin said. "You're going to kill me. What's the point of blackmailing a dead person?"
Jackson dropped his hand to Erin's shoulder. "Who said I was gonna kill ya?"
Erin looked at Jackson. "Your boss. He told you to."
Jackson laughed. "Well, I don't think I'm gonna."
Erin furrowed her brow underneath her mask. "So, you're going to let me go?"
"Nah."
Jackson now dropped both of his hands to Erin's butt, so that each hand firmly clenched one of her buttocks. He kneaded the bare skin of her upper thigh and the spandex-clad skin of her rear and held his head back, eyes closed, pressing his groin toward Erin's lower body, as Erin winced and made small sounds of discomfort and disgust.
"I like having you here, Blue Lynx," Jackson said, pinching Erin's butt hard, until she cried out in pain. He rammed his groin at Erin again and again. She could feel each thrust get harder, and harder. Suddenly, his face was next to hers, and she could feel his hot breath and wet lips as he kissed on the cheeks, on the mouth, on the chin. As Erin tried desperately to dodge his lewd kisses, he felt Jackson push the elastic bands of her costume's leg holes up and over the ridges of her buttocks, so that the costume stretched against her crotch, so that the fabric of the costume now sat squished between her cheeks, revealing the lacy edge of her burgundy panties.
Suddenly, Jackson released her, and let her swing from the ropes as he backed away.
"I'm getting ahead of myself, now."
Erin grimaced and she gradually swung back to a stationary position. She could feel her costume fall back into place, the elastic bands of her bikini rise out of her butt crack and mostly back into normal position. "So you want to keep me alive, to make me some kind of... Sex slave?"
Jackson clapped his hands to his knees. "Yup."
"Fuck you," Erin spat.
"I want you here, Blue Lynx. I want you here forever," Jackson said. "Which is why it's time to get to know you a little better."
He stepped toward Erin again.
"Jackson. Don't. I'm warning you."
Jackson didn't stop. With steady, intentional motion, he lined his body up with Erin's and set his hands on her face, sticking his thumbs beneath the lower edge of her mask.
"Here we go," he said.
"No!" Erin shouted, as Jackson lifted his thumbs and pulled the Blue Lynx's mask up, inch-by-inch, over the bridge of her nose, past her widened eyes, up the slightly sweat-stained plain of her forehead, and past her long, dark hair, finally pushing the mask up and into the air, completely off of Erin's face, and gripping it loosely in his fingers.
"No," Erin thought. "No."
She hung her head as low as it could go, but Jackson brought it back up again with the pressure of his fingers on her chin. He gazed at the Blue Lynx's unmasked face with a long, patient, satisfied stare.
"Holy shit," Jackson said. "Yer even better than I expected."
Never before had Blue Lynx suffered such humiliation. Being captured and tied up was one thing. Being made the object of a demented hillbilly's sexual fantasy was another. But having both of these situations occur, and then having her secret identity revealed? Erin could only shake her head and try to look away from Jackson's nauseating gaze. She was on the verge of tears.
"Cheer up, girl," Jackson said. "It's just a mask. It's not the end of the world."
Did he recognize her? Erin now directed her attention at Jackson, painful as the very act was. There was no sign in his eyes that he had ever seen her before.
Jackson turned around and set Blue Lynx's mask on the table next to her utility belt. Erin had almost forgotten about that earlier embarrassment. But it didn't seem like much in light of all that had happened since.
"Still," Erin thought. "He doesn't seem to know who I am. Or at least, he hasn't figured it out yet."
She felt a small burst of hope, and then she saw Jackson pull a cell phone from his pocket. He messed with the touchscreen.
"Ready for yer close-up, Blue Lynx?" he said, holding the cell phone up and near Erin's tense, unmasked face.
On to Chapter Eleven
or...
On to Chapter Eleven (Explicit Ending)
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