Chapter Six
May 23rd, 10:10 PM
The punch came fast, too fast to dodge or deflect. The Spaniel could barely even brace himself for impact. The fist just hit him, square in the cheek, and he stumbled back, almost falling to the ground, but catching himself at the last moment.
He brought his hand to his face, then quickly removed it. "No signs of weakness," he reminded himself. So he spat on the ground, forced out a laugh, and resumed his standing position. He looked at the Blue Lynx, now tensed up in a fighting position, her chest heaving in and out, her eyes blazing with righteous anger. He thought at that moment that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. It made him want to tease her even more.
"Not bad," he said, even clapping a bit for emphasis. "Ten or fifteen punches like that, and I might even form a bruise."
Truthfully, it hurt. He could feel his cheek throb, and he knew that the Blue Lynx was not the sort of weak-willed, limp-wristed woman he had been describing during this rather amusing war of words. She was a superhero, just like him. But he had no doubts that he was the better superhero. He couldn't lie about that even if he wanted to. Pride mattered to the Spaniel. And apparently it did to the Blue Lynx, too.
She didn't try to respond to him with words. She launched another punch, but the element of surprise was no longer hers. The Spaniel strafed the attack, and then tried one of his own, bringing his knee up. But the Blue Lynx blocked it with both hands just before it met her belly.
"Touche," the Spaniel said.
The Blue Lynx spun around, and the Spaniel felt a blow to the back of his neck, the superheroine's arm. He stumbled forward, and then felt another hit, this one to his chest. She was weaving around him now, jabbing him with her fists, and he couldn't stand still, could feel himself pitch this way and that, like a boat at the mercy of a brutal sea.
"No!" the Spaniel cried, extending his fists wildly. To his surprise, he caught something, and heard a cry of pain followed by a crashing sound. He turned, looked down, and saw the Blue Lynx grounded, slowly moving away on her hands and knees, her beautiful blue butt raised in the air. The Spaniel felt a stirring in his groin. He tried to ignore it. "That's how she wins," he thought. "Through the power of seduction."
He reached down and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her up to her feet. She kicked frantically as he locked his arms around her, securing one around her waist, the other against the back of her head. She was pressed against his body now, squirming in his grasp, emitting small sounds of discomfort, and the Spaniel could feel himself tighten up. "Focus," he thought. "Focus!"
"Sorry, damsel," the he sputtered between breaths. "I'm not coming to save you this time."
"I don't need to be saved!" the Blue Lynx cried, plunging her elbow into the Spaniel's stomach. Immediately, he released her, bringing his hands to his body, squeezing his eyes shut in pain. He didn't see the next kick coming-- only felt the Blue Lynx's boot against his face and neck, only felt himself flying through the air, only felt the cold rooftop as his back slammed into it.
"Looks like you're the one in distress," the Blue Lynx giggled. The Spaniel opened his eyes to see her standing over him, her shapely legs on either side of his lower body, her hands set confidently on her hips.
She was so unbelievably hot. Her voice, her hair, her legs, the way her costume clutched at her breasts and butt... But he couldn't let her beat him. To be defeated by a woman, any woman, even one as gifted as as beautiful as the Blue Lynx... That would be too much to bear.
So he shot his arm out and caught her by the ankle and twisted, forcing her to the ground. "Hey!" she yipped, as he tangled his arms and legs with hers. He wrestled with her, found he was easily her better in terms of sheer strength, eventually grabbed her by the hands and pushed her arms to her sides, using his bulk to pin her in place, feeling her smaller body gradually wilt under his weight, hearing her gasps of protest get louder and louder.
"Ugh!" she cried, coughing. "Get off of me!"
Her volume had increased, but her physical power had diminished, and the Spaniel could now easily hold her in place with his mass and one hand, using his other hand to pull two sets of bolo-bolas from his utility belt.
"I'm finishing this," the Spaniel said, deftly driving the superheroine's wrists together and wrapping them with his bola. She was like putty in his hands now, and he could again feel himself stiffen as he finally took stock of the scene, of the fact that this beautiful, spandex-clad babe was struggling helplessly underneath his legs.
"Spaniel!" she shouted. "Stop this!"
She was losing, and she knew it. She was begging for him to stop. The Spaniel felt like he was about to explode. But she wasn't done yet-- he reminded himself that this woman was cunning, that she was finding ways out of situations like this routinely. So he turned around, sitting himself further up on the Blue Lynx's body, and attended to her long, kicking legs. She was banging her boots against the ground, her muscular thighs jiggling, and the Spaniel had to stop himself from drooling as he lashed the bola just above her kneecaps. With each go-around, he could feel the Blue Lynx's resistance ebbing away, and by the time he was done, she was almost completely still, with just her chest pushing up and down, grazing the Spaniel's lower back.
"I think that does it," he said with a small laugh, checking to make sure he wasn't completely hard before standing up and brushing himself off. He turned around and looked at the Blue Lynx, who was staring at him silently, her mouth arranged in a taut frown, her wrists and legs securely fastened together, her blue and white figure like a neat package in the otherwise chaotic mess of strewn unconscious bodies.
"Do you need me to help you escape?" the Spaniel gloated.
The Blue Lynx was blinking rapidly. She almost looked on the verge of tears. The Spaniel didn't blame her. After all her talk, he had shown her definitively that he was the stronger, smarter superhero. It must have humbling to be laying there, tied up, just another victim of the mighty Spaniel. He almost felt bad for her.
"This isn't over," she finally blurted out. "You think you've proven something, but you haven't. I'm still the city's superhero. You're just a kid in gold."
She was goading him, again. The Spaniel felt his pride roaring back. No... he didn't feel bad for her. Yes, she could fight. But all this crap about being the "city's superhero"? After he had thoroughly beaten her? Oh, he'd show her.
"I don't think you understand," the Spaniel said. "Maybe if you just shut up and listen, you'll start to get it."
He pulled a cloth from one of his utility belt pockets and bent down to the ground. He cradled the Blue Lynx's head in one hand, and she jerked around in panic as he brought the cloth to her lips. "No!" she muttered, but it was too late: he placed the red fabric in her mouth and pulled it across her face, wrapping it around her soft black hair and tying it into a knot at the back of her head.
"MMMPH!" she cried, as he slowly stood up, his eyes not leaving her terrified expression. "MMMPH!"
"There," the Spaniel said. "So, now do you understand? I've won. You're not the city's superhero. I am."
The Blue Lynx could only writhe and make small sounds in response.
The Spaniel laughed. He really was in control now. He had beaten the bad guys, and he'd beaten the good girl. Did he want to take it further? It was his choice to make.
"I suppose I could really end this," he said, with a grin. "By taking off your mask."
A burst of energy coursed through the Blue Lynx's body. She kicked out her legs, thrashed her head around, stared at the Spaniel with a look of utter fear.
"Yes," he said. "Seeing you react like that... You obviously don't want that. Me, I'm just an average guy. If Tex had unmasked me, who cares? But you... You must be someone I know. That the city knows."
She had turned away from him as much as she could, exposing her back, her butt maybe even quivering in horror. She was so... desperate now. The Spaniel felt a tingling again. He really needed to go home and attend to some needs. But this was just too much fun.
"Imagine that. I unmask the Blue Lynx. I suddenly possess our city superheroine's big secret. Think of all the money I could make!"
"MMPH!" she cried. "MMPH! MMMMPH!"
"I could sell it to the media. No... I could blackmail you. I could force you to be my little superheroine slave. Wouldn't that be fun."
He was pacing around now, moving his hands dramatically, rapt with the possibilities of the Blue Lynx's identity.
"Oh man, I think I might do it. It would just be glorious to see your naked face. To know the thing you have so valiantly tried to keep a secret."
She had turned back around to face him. She was shaking her head. In fifteen minutes, she had gone from being an ass-kicking superheroine to his caricature of her: a true damsel in distress.
"Just who is it underneath the mask? A old girlfriend of mine? A cop with dreams of vigilante justice? A mild-mannered reporter? A celebrity?"
The Spaniel stroked his chin. Yes. It would be incredible to know the secret of the Blue Lynx. He wouldn't even have to tell anyone, if he didn't want to: it could be something held between him and her. But as he looked at her, trussed up and gagged, the very picture of helplessness, he couldn't help but feel pity rise in him, again. At the end of the day, he was on her side. They were both superheroes, both enemies of Tex and all other evildoers. Would it be right to rob the Blue Lynx of the very thing that allowed her to do this work?
"Maybe I don't have to rob her of that thing," he thought. "Maybe I can take something else, just to send a message."
"Okay, enough torture," he said, bending down to the Blue Lynx. She tried to roll away, but his hand set on her waist quickly kept her in place. She could feel her tremble against the palm of her hand, realized that this was her biggest fear.
He sighed. "I'm not taking your mask."
Her reaction was immediate. All the tension in her body suddenly relaxed. Her breathing slowed, her shaking stopped, she quit trying to fight off his steady hand.
"But I am taking this."
And with that, he reached around the Blue Lynx's back, found the clasp of her utility belt, and with a click that resounded in the night, removed it from her waist. He tossed the belt over her shoulder, letting its heavy contents settle on his chest and back, and stood up, smiling at the Blue Lynx, who now showed a look of pure anger and resentment.
"Until next time, Blue Lynx," he said, turning around and moving toward the rooftop door, leaving the superheroine alone, still bound in the bolo-bolas, still gagged with the red cloth, still completely defeated by a superior fighter, but also, still in possession of her secret identity.
On to Chapter Seven
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