June 24th, 11:06 PM
Margot had felt it in her gut. She had known, parked across the street from Zilch's house, getting suited up with Erin, that something wasn't right. Zilch was obviously a loser-- on that topic, Margot agreed with Erin a hundred percent-- but stupid? Reckless? That didn't line up with the facts she had uncovered about Patrick Kuntsler. The guy had a master's degree. He was a software developer making close to six figures a year. He wasn't the kind of person who would just invite the Blue Lynx and the Black Bobcat back into his home without a plan. And when Margot had saw that net coming down on Erin... it was immediately clear, right in that moment, that the girls were in big trouble.
But "big trouble" only scratched the surface of the dilemma Margot found herself in now. They had knocked her out-- the back of her head still ached from the blow-- and tied her up. Thick ropes wrapped around her bare wrists and ankles-- at some point, the goons had removed her boots and gloves, along with her utility belt-- locking her in a face-down spreadeagle position atop a long table-- the air-hockey table she had spotted in the loft, probably. This embarrassing situation was made moreso by the dense cloth gag that had been stuffed in her mouth. If there was anything hopeful about her current predicament, it was that the ropes had some give; just enough for Margot to bend her neck and see the area in front of her, an area currently occupied by a pair of men in dark clothes facing away from her.
"Everybody clear on the order?" a voice said.
Zilch. Margot instinctively grimaced.
"I don't think the straws were right," another man said. "Can I see them one more time?"
"Fuck, no, you can't," Zilch said. "You'll get your goddamn turn, Tightslover."
Tightslover? What kind of name was that? Who the hell were these people?
"Okay then," the man referred to as "Tightslover" said. "Just repeat the order then."
Zilch sighed. "Yeah. HeroineHunter, Badman, Venom, Sam, and then you."
"Pseudonyms," Margot thought. "Ridiculous nicknames." Even if she recognized the fiendishness of their trap, she still couldn't believe she had lost to such a low-rate set of hoodlums. And Erin, too! How were they possibly able to defeat the Blue Lynx? Eavesdropping on their conversation, she had determined that they were keeping her downstairs. She was alive-- thank God. But what were they planning to do with her?
"And the rules, again?" Tightslover asked.
"Pay the fuck attention," another man growled. "Ten minutes. Whatever you wanna do, but no tearing the costume, no making her bleed, and no fucking her. Alright?"
"But that's all the fun stuff."
"This is just the first round, man," a different voice said. "We'll get to that stuff, eventually. This is just the first round to introduce ourselves."
"And unmask her," the growling voice cackled.
"Exactly," Zilch said. "I wanted all of you to feel the way I did when I discovered who the Blue Lynx was."
Margot took a deep breath. So that's what they were doing: having an unmasking party. The twisted degenerates.
"Okay, 11:09 now," Zilch said. "Go down and have some fun, HeroineHunter."
"Will do, man," a voice replied. "Will do."
Margot heard the stairs creak as "HeroineHunter" bounded down to the first story. "Mmmph," she murmured, thinking about what was in store for her poor friend.
"Look," Tightslover said. "The Black Bobcat's awake."
"Yeah," the growling man said. "I can see that fat booty quiver."
Fat booty? What? Margot knew she had curves... But fat seemed a little...
Suddenly, a whirring sound enveloped her, and she felt little streams of cold air shooting up at her bare legs and chest. "MMMPH!" she cried. What the heck was happening?!
The whirring stopped as abruptly as it started, and the thugs, now positioning themselves around her, laughed.
"Poor thing," a voice she hadn't heard yet said. "Freaked out by an air-hockey table."
"Just wait till we really get going," the growling man said. He bent down at the head of the table so that Margot could see his face. He was wearing a mask, but the cold glare of his eyes were unmistakable: this was one of the men who had tried to pin her to the wall.
"How's your jaw?" she said. It came out as "Mmph mmph mmph?"
"Sorry, bitch, you'll have to speak up," the growling man replied, cupping his hand to his ear.
"Hey, boss," Tightslover said. "What were the rules with this one, again?"
"No rules," Zilch replied. "Do whatever you want to her. What do I care?"
"Sweet," Tightslover said. Margot felt a large, clammy hand slap against the back of her thigh. "Mmph!" she yelped, twisting her rear, trying to shake it off. The hand wouldn't budge, though; it kneaded her leg with vigorous, wandering fingers, moving up and down from the back of her knee to the place where her black spandex costume pinched her buttocks.
Margot's attention suddenly diverted to a hand pushing up on her chin. It was the growling man, again, lifting up her head and compelling her to look into his icy eyes.
"I want you to remember my name: Venom," he said. "I don't want you to have a quiet moment anymore without thinking about me. Venom. Venom. Venom."
Without warning, Venom took his other hand and backslapped Margot across the face. Her head dropped hard to the table. "Mmmphhh..." she whimpered, her cheek already reddening, her whole face throbbing with pain. Before she could brace herself for the next blow, Venom snatched her hair, lifted her head up, and slapped her again. Margot sunk her face into the crook of her arm. Every nerve seemed to burn; everything felt hot... But at least the pain distracted her from the now multiple pairs of hands that were pinching her butt, massaging her legs, and tugging at her costume.
"This is great," Tightslover said, grasping the seam of Margot's costume, yanking it away from her body, and releasing it, letting the spandex SNAP against her quickly pinkening skin.
Venom's fingers weaved into her hair again, wrenching her head up. She saw his dark, cruel face through red, teary eyes.
"You won't be needing this anymore," Venom said.
With no further delay, he plucked the Black Bobcat's purple mask from Margot's face and flung it to the floor. Margot gasped, digging her head into her elbow.
"Oh shit!" another voice said. "You took off her mask! Who is she?"
She fought as hard as she could, praying for the strength to keep her face to the table, but not even Erin could have stopped the men's hands from turning it up and around, so that all the goons could see, in profile, her secret identity.
"No idea," Tightslover said. "Never seen her before."
"Just a girl."
Margot was anonymous-- she knew that. But that was beside the point. If anyone got a picture of her, they could easily look her up and see who she roomed with. But even that was beside the point: you just didn't get unmasked as a superheroine! It was... disgraceful!
She twisted her head in shame back to the table, and the goons giggled at her unmistakable motification.
"Time to really take the fight out this super," Venom snarled. "Gimme your knife, Zilch."
Margot raised her face slightly from her arm and watched Venom walk away. She tried to turn to see what he was plotting, but there wasn't enough give. A second later, fingers seized the spandex on her upper back and pulled. Margot felt her upper body lift in the air; felt herself dangle slightly; felt air move into the crevice between her costume and the skin of her upper back. It was almost like she was floating, a helpless leaf in a strong wind... Her consciousness fading in and out...
"Remember," Venom said. "VENOM."
The small ripping sound helped her come to. She was fully awake when she realized what was happening: Venom was pushing the knife through the back of her costume, tearing through the stretchy fabric inch-by-inch, slicing a jagged line from the back of her V-neck all the way down to her ass-crack. He was cutting the Black Bobcat in two.
Venom whistled, and more hands gathered on her back, taking pieces of frayed costume and pulling them aside. Margot could imagine what they were seeing-- her matching red bra-and-panties, her bare back, her whole naked figure laid out for their perusal-- and shuddered. She closed her eyes and tried to just ignore it... Ignore all of it...
"Alright, 11:19," Zilch called out. "Badman. Your turn with the Blue Lynx."
"Aww man," the man called "Badman" responded. "But I was having so much fun with the Black Bobcat."
"Don't worry," Zilch laughed. "She'll still be around when you get back."
"We'll see about that," Venom sneered, as he slipped his fingers underneath the clasp and undid Margot's bra.
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