June 24th, 10:25 AM
The video had been taken during Erin's first staged fight against the Spaniel. It showed her struggling in a headlock, gasping for breath, as her opponent peeled at her mask. As the blue fabric come off, the camera zoomed in, making it quite clear who lay behind the Blue Lynx disguise. The clip ended as Erin passed out in the Spaniel's arms, the sounds of Sunny laughing and clapping echoing in the background.
It was a humiliating video, and an incriminating one. There was no room in it for Erin to plant seeds of doubt: it definitely showed the Blue Lynx being unmasked, and definitely showed the face of the mayor's daughter. The other videos and pictures in Sunny's cache-- the photos of her semi-nude, the gifs of her bound and crying out for help, the goofy images of her gagged and tied to train tracks-- were damaging to her reputation, but not to her identity. This one was different. And it had apparently been seen by at least five people.
"We've got to start tonight," Margot had said. "We'll track these guys down, and we'll..."
Erin had shaken her head. "No, Margot. I can't. I just... can't. Not yet."
She almost fell over right there. Margot had to help her out to the car. It was Margot, too, who called the cops, letting them know about Sunny's operation, hoping they'd make some thug arrests. Margot who had led Erin to her bedroom, sat her down, undressed her, and practically tucked her in. Margot, the Black Bobcat... She was making the Blue Lynx look like the clueless sidekick. And at least for now, Erin was okay with that.
Erin had spent the next day almost entirely in bed. She didn't want to think about what she'd been through, but the memories were too awful to be tamped down. She'd sleep for fifteen minutes at a time, dream about Sunny spanking her, and wake up with an imaginary throb in her butt. She'd try again, and visions of the Spaniel when he first discovered her secret would race into her brain. She was too exhausted to move, and too damaged to rest. She was a wreck.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Margot couldn't sleep, either. But that was at least partially by design. Ever since the girls had gotten home, she had been hammering away at two laptops-- hers and Sunny's-- and uncovering every piece of stray data she could about Hammerson, his operation, the Donator page, and the Donator supporters. It was an obsession for her-- she knew that-- but it was totally necessary. Just because Erin had been freed didn't mean she was truly "free." As long as anyone had that video, her life would be in danger, and Margot couldn't allow that.
She worked through one night, and then the next, and when Erin finally left her bedroom, her hair a big greasy mat, dressed only in panties and an old grey tank-top, Margot had a thirty page word document ready.
"Check this out," Margot said, beckoning Erin to the computer. "I've found out a lot about..."
"First, coffee," Erin mumbled, walking into the kitchen. "Then, whatever you want."
Margot frowned as Erin brushed past her. She understood Erin's hesitation before-- she had just been through, well, a lot-- but now? After almost forty hours of rest?
Erin poured her coffee to the brim and sat down at the kitchen table next to Margot.
"So, umm, how did you sleep?" Margot asked.
Erin took a big sip of coffee, and swallowed. "Not great," she muttered. "There's something about being drugged and beaten for days on end that really messes with your sleep cycle."
Margot nodded. Oh course she could sympathize. But this seemed to her to be dangerously close to the self-pitying Erin she had lived with for far too long after that fateful night with the Spaniel. She didn't want to live with that Erin.
"Well, uh," Margot said. "Maybe you should take a bath, or something."
"I think I will," Erin said, getting up from the table.
"Wait!" Margot said. "Don't you want to, umm..."
Erin took another sip of coffee. She stared at Margot. Her face seemed whiter, as if the computer screens inches from her cheeks had leached the color away.
"I appreciate what you're doing, Margot," Erin said. "But maybe you could use a bath, too."
Margot's face suddenly reddened. She stood up to meet Erin eye-to-eye.
"Listen, BLUE LYNX," she said. "I'm glad you appreciate my work. Because I'm doing it all for YOU. It's not my secret identity that's in the hands of some random strangers. It's not my life and career that's on the line here. This isn't just some little project I'm tinkering on. This is your future, Erin. Don't you understand?"
Erin's face was reddening, too. "Oh, I understand," she said. "But you clearly don't. You just think this is a big game. You have no idea what I was put through. You have no clue because you haven't asked me, once. They fucked me up, Margot! While you were outside, playing with your phone..."
"Playing with my phone?" Margot yelled. "I was trying to rescue you! Which I fucking DID! And that wasn't exactly easy, either."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Erin said, with a sarcastic grin. "Did it hurt when Mr. Spaniel hugged you? Did he make it too tight? Aww."
Margot was scowling now. "When I got there, you were face first on a rack, getting your ass beat red. I was the only thing standing in the way of you and Sunny. But I don't know. Maybe you were fine being Sunny's bitch. Maybe you enjoyed--"
Erin took a swing at Margot, but Margot turned to the side just in time, letting the fist just graze her breast.
"You ungrateful... cunt," Margot whispered, her eyes wide. "How dare you..."
Erin took another swing, and this time, Margot ducked. She lowered her head and shoulders and plowed into Erin's abdomen, sending the two girls to the floor. They locked hands and wrestled, Erin turning Margot on her back, pushing her into the ground. But Margot resisted, and eventually found herself pushing back Erin's hands. The young women soon changed positions. It was hard to say who was more surprised when, minutes later, Margot had her knee pressed into the small of Erin's back, one hand with a fistful of hair, the other hovering directly over her foe's rear end.
Erin grunted furiously. "Get off of me, you bitch!"
"I don't think so," Margot said. She was enjoying this tremendously. "Not until you come to your senses, Erin."
"Fuck you!"
Margot applied more pressure to Erin's back, and Erin whinnied in agony.
"Maybe you're right," Margot said. "Maybe you should stop being a superhero. You're obviously not very good at it. I just kicked your ass all over the apartment."
She couldn't see Erin's face, just hear her seething, her breath coming out in short, irate blasts. It was time to turn things up a bit.
"You like being a bitch so much?" Margot yelled. "Well here!"
Without any further warning, Margot grabbed Erin's panties and jerked them down her thighs. Erin gasped, but before she could protest, Margot was slapping her ass with big open palms.
Erin cried out. "No! Augh! Margot! Stop! AUGHHH!"
Margot didn't stop. She was in a trance now, smacking Erin's considerable backside again and again, with barely a thought about why she was doing what she was doing. Was it for Erin's own good? She didn't know anymore. She thought it was kind of funny. But more than that, she thought she simply had to do it... to show Erin... something.
And then, out of nowhere, Erin started laughing.
Margot paused. She lessened some of the pressure on her friend's back. Erin had turned her head to the side, and Margot could see a wide smile and closed eyes brimming with tears.
"This is... ridiculous," Erin muttered. through giggles. "Get off me, you little bitch."
Margot chuckled, sliding her knee to the floor. "So I take it you agree with--"
Before she could finish, Erin had spun around and clocked her in the side of the head with a tightly balled fist. Margot flopped to the floor, chest-first, the hard floor splaying her arms to her sides. Erin tugged her panties up her legs with one hand and began wailing on Margot's back with the other, pounding her down into the ground, paying no attention to Margot's high-pitched cries of distress.
"Come on, BLACK BOBCAT," Erin cried, "Show me what you got!" She was straddling Margot's waist now, not letting her turn onto her back, hitting her again and again. Once Margot seemed too exhausted to fight back, Erin twisted backward, pinched the waist of Margot's pajama bottoms, and pulled the soft fabric down and off her buttocks. An eager grin spread across Erin's face as she gave her sidekick's bare ass a firm spank. Margot gasped in pain.
"Now listen her, FRIEND," Erin said. She spanked Margot again, producing another high, satisfying cry. "I'm going to give you back every smack you gave me." She added two sudden, hard slaps for emphasis. "And then, I'm going to keep going, until you admit that you made a mistake... Until you cry for mercy and know that you don't fuck with the Blue Lynx!"
"I know!" Margot sniffled. "I know that!"
"Really?" Erin said, shifting even more of her weight onto Margot's back, and bending down to put her lips near her ear. "Then say it. Say that the Blue Lynx is the superhero, and the Black Bobcat is the dumb sidekick."
"The Blue Lynx..." Margot whispered.
"LOUDER!' Erin yelled, striking Margot's behind with a jiggle-inducing chop.
"Ah!" Margot cried. "The Blue Lynx is the superhero! The Black Bobcat is the dumb sidekick!"
"Good girl," Erin said, standing up from the floor and adjusting her panties. She looked at her fallen roommate-- her clothes and hair dishevelled, her pajama bottoms bunched up around her knees, her bare butt shining pink in the fluorescent light of the kitchen-- and smiled.
Margot had begun to move again. "I hope you're fucking satisfied," she groaned, slowly pulling her pants back up. She dragged herself into a sitting position against the wall. "You psychotic bitch."
"You started it," Erin snapped.
"I was trying to help you," Margot said. "That's all I'm ever trying to do." She sighed. "And I don't fucking know why, anymore."
Erin looked Margot in the eyes, and suddenly felt a drop of pity, a drop that quickly became a flood of guilt. She knew her friend was right: she couldn't just do nothing now that at least five people knew the Blue Lynx's secret. Wallowing in her misery was not an option, not if she cared about herself, or her superheroine career. Not if she cared about Margot.
She crouched to the floor. "I'm sorry," she said.
Again, Margot exhaled.
Erin gulped and continued. "I've been a big jerk the last couple of days." She found it hard to look at Margot, even as Margot made no effort to return her gaze. "I've been treating you like shit... And... You don't deserve it. I'll look at your research, Margot. And we'll get these guys. We'll stop the baddies, again. The Blue Lynx and the Black Bobcat. Together."
Margot finally looked up at her. "You promise?"
Erin extended her hand. "I promise."
Margot placed her fingers in Erin's, and Erin lifted her to her feet. Margot brushed herself off and laughed.
"That was an intense fight," she said.
"Nice way to start the day," Erin replied, giggling. Her adrenaline was till flowing, and her arms were sore. "You've gotten stronger."
Margot furrowed her brow sarcastically. "And you've gotten... Dirtier."
Erin laughed out loud. "Hey, you're the one who PULLED DOWN MY PANTIES and SPANKED ME, Margot. That was your idea, remember? You pervert."
The girls' laughter could barely be contained.
"Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking," Margot said. "I guess I've been reading too many weird superheroine stories online."
She glanced at the computer, and gestured toward Erin.
"Oh hey, that reminds me..."
In the next room with a glass at the wall making a..... mess
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