October 27th, 7:50 PM
Erin could see the guards' eyes, darting from her to Margot and back again, and knew that they had no intention of obeying Sunny's orders. But she had to try... Something.
"I wouldn't want to get on her bad side," she said.
"Too late for that," one of the guards replied, making the other three laugh.
"And don't worry, little missy," another said, through laughter. "We're not gonna doing anything, you know, too rough. With you and your friend, I mean."
More laughing. Why did all these thugs think they were so damn funny?
Erin decided to change the subject. "So this is the drug factory." She looked around at interior, old and decaying and enshrouded in shadow. "This is where Hammerson has you manufacturing product."
"Something like that," a guard said. It was hard to keep them straight. And probably unnecessary, at the end of the day. What were they to Erin except four giant goons she had to take down?
"You, umm, like the work?" Erin asked. Anything to stall.
"It pays well," a guard said.
"Boring as shit, though," said another.
"Until a night like this, when we get visited by a superheroine. And her cute friend."
"Cute, but not too smart," said a guard. "I found her outside in her car. Just goofin off."
Erin turned her head toward Margot, but Margot couldn't bring herself to return the glance.
"Cute, But Not Too Smart," said a guard. "That could be the name of your memoir, Blue Lynx."
The guards once again shared a laugh. Erin frowned.
"I've taken down scum like you before," Erin said. "And I'm going to do it again. Tonight."
"Just not at this very moment," a guard said. And the four men erupted in laughter.
"Keep laughing," Erin thought. Behind the pillar, her tied hands were working furiously, already finding small nooks where the guards hadn't quite sealed the deal. She just hoped that she wasn't showing her efforts with her upper body, which the pressure on her arms had pushed forward. And she had to keep talking, she reminded herself. Keep talking.
"You guys act pretty big and macho," she said. "So why are you taking orders from a little lady named Sunny?"
"What are you saying, Blue Lynx?" one of the guards said, dryly. "You're saying that just because we're big, we're not enlightened?"
The four laughed for what seemed like the thousandth time that night.
"We respect Sunny. We respect most women," said another guard, walking calmly up to Erin, and then placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Just not you."
The guard slipped his forefingers underneath Erin's spandex, resting them on her collarbone, and grinned at her. She could feel the tips of his fingers slightly touch the strap of her bra.
"What are you doing?" she said.
The guard brought his fingers out and then pinched the side edge of Erin's V-neck. He pulled the fabric away from Erin's body, letting the spandex stretch back and forth, and turned around to his fellow guards.
"Stuff is pretty stretchy!" he said. The men giggled.
"I wonder how far we can stretch it," the guard said, yanking the fabric past Erin's shoulder, pulling it down onto Erin's arm, letting it pinch and grip the skin, so that the "V" was now a big oval that left her shoulder bare but for a thin black bra-strap.
"That's pretty far!" one of the other guards yelled.
"Stop," Erin said. "You better stop, right now--"
But the guard just grinned and pinched the other side of Erin's V-neck, wrenching it too over her other shoulder, snapping it against her bicep, so that Erin now appeared to be wearing a strange blue shoulder-less dress. The air of the factory felt cold against her mostly bare upper body, and Erin shuddered, looking in the guard's eyes for an idea of what he planned to do next.
"Take off her bra!" one of the other guards said. They had all stepped closer to observe their co-worker, and his object of study, more closely.
"That's a good idea," Erin's guard said. And Erin felt the guard brush the straps of her black bra off of her shoulders with firm, patient sweeps. The straps flopped over onto her arms, resting delicately on top of the bunched up "V" of her costume; the lace of her bra cups now edged slightly over the rim of her spandex costume. And the guard's smile grew wider, until it stretched almost as impressively as the edge of Erin's outfit across the top of her chest.
It was embarrassing, but it was a distraction, too, and Erin hadn't stopped attacking the ropes that bound her wrists. The guard's perverted touch actually made for nice cover; he must have thought her struggling was a reaction to him. Well, in a way, it definitely was, but it had purpose beyond that, too. "Don't stop," Erin thought. "Just focus on the ropes. Let him ogle your body. Who cares..."
But she as felt the guard's hand moving past her neck and around her back, searching for the clasp of her bra, Erin lost sight of the task at hand. "Stop!" she yelled. "Stop! Pervert!"
"Yeah," another guard said. "Why don't you stop so one of us can have a chance?"
Erin's guard dropped his hand from Erin's back and turned to face the other three.
"Come on, guys," he whimpered. "You can feel her up. Just let me do this part. Please."
"I don't think so," another guard said. "Sunny will be back soon. It's my turn."
The harassing guard sighed. "Fine." He stepped away from Erin, sheepishly, and allowed another guard to step up to the bound, struggling superheroine and her mostly exposed upper half.
"Take me instead!" Margot suddenly cried out.
All four guards turned to look at Margot, shaking her head frantically, a somewhat crazed, scared expression on her face, and laughed.
"Margot," thought Erin. "Shut up!"
"Look guys, she's lonely," one of the guards cooed. He walked over to Margot and pushed his finger into her belly. "Listen little girl," he said, pressing her belly after each couple of words. "It's not that we don't like you? You're pretty hot. It's just that, you're not a superheroine. You're just some girl. We've had girls before. But a superheroine?" He stopped tapping Margaret's stomach and turned back toward Blue Lynx. "That is a truly special occasion."
"But you said it yourself," Margot continued. "I'm her partner."
What was she doing?
The guard turned back around toward Margot. "Yeah, you're right," he said, placing his hand on the pillar next to Margot's head, and sinking close to where she stood. "So I'll tell you what. You give us just a few more minutes with your babe over here." He slid his other hand under Margot's sweater and glided it up her stomach, revealing her stomach and then, eventually, the lower edge of her leopard-print bra. "And then we'll be over to take off your bra, too."
He dropped the sweater and Margot shuddered and the four men howled with laughter.
Another guard had arrived in front of Blue Lynx. "Just look at all this cool super stuff," he said, opening and closing random flaps on her white utility belt. "Like, what does this crap even do?"
He pulled out a Lynx Dart from one of Erin's pockets. Erin glared at him.
"You stick that one up your butthole," she said.
The men liked that one, and rewarded Erin with more peals of thunderous laughter. The man placed the Lynx Dart back in Erin's pouch and snapped the flap shut.
"What I don't understand about superheroes," he said. "Is why they gotta keep their identities secret."
A look of fear momentarily seized Erin's face.
"Yeah," another guard said. "What does this bitch have to hide?"
Erin didn't mind the guards halting their exploration of her body, but this was decidedly not the direction she wanted to go.
"You don't want to see my face," she said. "I mean, what do you really care?"
"All I'm saying," the guard closest to her said, drumming his fingers on the buttons of Erin's belt, "Is why would you keep your face a secret, if it wasn't important?"
The guards behind him mumbled. "That's a good point," one of them said.
"No, it's not," Erin protested. "Just, don't."
The nearest guard laughed. "I love it when women tell me to stop," he said. He looked back at his cohorts. "What do you say, guys? Do I take off her mask? Just a little peek?"
The guards cheered, and the guard turned back to face Erin.
"You got to give the people what they want," he snickered, placing one hand on Erin's hip and the other on her face.
"Don't!" Margot yelled. "Please! Don't--"
But the guard didn't listen. He pinched the lower edge of Blue Lynx's mask and, as if the top of the mask were a hinge, flipped it up, revealing Erin's frightened gaze. Her upper arms, her shoulders, her neck, and her sweat-glimmering, wide-eyed, beautiful face were now completely bare, for all the world to see.
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