Chapter Seven
October 27th, 7:42 PM
And now here Margot was, on her hands and knees, surrounded by massive thugs, a leather-clad blonde woman pointing a gun at her; watching as Erin stepped out of the shadows, holding her hands high, and announced her surrender.
"Well boys, what are you waiting for," the blonde woman said, holding the gun steady. "Get her."
Blue Lynx remained still as one guard moved around her back, and another remained at her front. The guard behind her suddenly wrapped her in immense, hairy arms, pressing Erin's arms tightly to her sides, lifting her boots inches off the floor. Erin's instinct was to kick her feet out wildly, and the guard at her front had to struggle to get a hold of her ankles. Eventually he found a grip, though, and now Erin could only squirm as the two guards, chuckling slightly, walked her over to the blonde woman, one man squeezing Blue Lynx's upper body, the other man grasping her legs.
"Watch her for a sec," the woman said, nodding at Margot. The two unoccupied guards stepped toward her, and the woman, dropping her gun to her side, seemed to skip toward Erin. Margot could barely see through the hulking black bodies now leering over her, but the words of the blonde woman came loud and clear, once again in a shrill, piercing voice.
"So you're the Blue Lynx," she said, placing her hand on Erin's chin, admiring her captive's body, which was struggling fiercely in the awkward sitting position created by the grip of the two guards. "What a treat it is to finally meet you."
"And who are you?" Blue Lynx replied. "90s Bondage Bitch?"
"Ha," the woman said. "Now now, my dear. Is that any way to treat your host? You can call me Sunny."
"Sunny?" Blue Lynx said. "What kind of name is that?"
"Oh, you don't like it? I don't think it's much different from the Blue Lynx, really."
She stepped in closer to the guard/heroine tangle, moving her hand to Erin's bare throat. She exerted a tiny bit of pressure.
"You see," she continued. "People hear 'Blue Lynx' and they don't necessarily think 'Bad-Ass Babe Who Could Kick My Ass.' They think they're getting a little cat, but they're actually getting a ferocious tiger. Well." Sunny glanced up and down Erin's helpless body. "Most of the time, anyway."
Erin struggled, and the guards laughed.
"Sunny's the same way," Sunny said. "It's a nice sounding name. Pleasant. Until you really get to know me..."
She clamped down hard on Erin's throat and pushed down. Erin immediately started to choke.
"And then you find," Sunny said, through Erin's panicked coughs, "That I'm more like the sun than anything. Powerful. Deadly. Capable of destroying your entire world."
She released Blue Lynx's throat and smiled, watching as Erin shut her eyes and wheezed.
"I'm hot, too," Sunny said, flipping her bleached blonde hair back. "And now that we've been introduced, let's get you trussed up. Guards."
She clapped her hands and the two guards marched the still-coughing Blue Lynx over to a skinny pillar near the middle of the room. The guard at her ankles brought her boots down to where the pillar met the ground while the other guard secured his hands around her forearms. As the first guard pulled out rope and began binding Blue Lynx's legs to the pillar, the second guard wrenched the heroine's wrists behind her and around the pole, fastening them together with some rope of his own.
It had taken just minutes, Margot thought, for Blue Lynx to transform from a ruthlessly effective stealth warrior to a tightly bound, imperiled prisoner. "And it's all my fault," Margot told herself. "I got too wrapped up in my stupid phone! I let them ambush me and use me as bait! And now Erin's screwed." She watched the guards stand away from Blue Lynx and admire their work. "I've got to think of something," she thought. "There's got to be--"
The guards surrounding her grabbed her by the arms and legs. She struggled as they hauled her, with little effort, toward a second pillar just feet away from Erin's. She felt rough rope drive itself into her ankles, pull itself around her wrists. The bonds pulling her to the pole forced her chest forward, so that her ample breasts now seem to fight with her tight striped sweater. She sighed helplessly as she looked ahead, at the two pairs of guards taking turns looking at their captives, pointing at them, making rude remarks, and at the mysterious blonde woman, Sunny, who shook her head at the spectacle, rolling her eyes.
"So now that you're both tied," Sunny said, addressing Margot and Erin. "I've got to call my boss. Let him know who dropped in."
"You mean Hammerson?" Erin said, loud and clear.
Sunny paused. "None of your business," she eventually said, removing her phone from her pocket. She pressed the touch screen and brought the device to her cheek. After a few seconds, she pulled it away. She cursed.
"No reception," she said. "This fucking factory."
Erin laughed. Margot wished she had anything near that kind of courage, right now. She was petrified. But then that's why she was usually in the car, wasn't it?
"I've got to go outside," Sunny growled. "Guards, keep an eye on these bitches. But don't fucking touch them or doing anything, alright? Not until the boss gets here. You hear me?"
The four guards mumbled their collective assent.
"Good. This will take a few minutes."
And Sunny walked away into the shadows, leaving Erin and Margot, wrists and ankles tied, in the company of four bulky, black-clad, machine-gun-toting guards, all of whom were grinning, chuckling, licking their lips, eying the masked superheroine and her dorky but hot friend with steady, salacious stares.
On to Chapter Eight
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