Chapter Seven
November 11th, 8:42 PM
Margot raced from behind the corner to see it all: the dark alleyway covered in grime and trash; the white utility belt lying inert on the pavement; the three big men holding Erin to the ground, clenching her arms and head; the fourth big man squatting down with one hand on Blue Lynx's mask, the other on his phone, which was cocked menacingly at Erin's clearly distressed, clearly pained face.
"Hey!" Margot shouted. "You idiots!"
The fourth man let the mask fall back onto Erin's skin. He and the other three turned in Margot's direction. They saw a young, demure looking woman with reddish-brown hair wearing a black costume cut very similarly to Blue Lynx's, with a black mask (curiously ringed with large eye holes) and purple utility belt to boot. They saw her unbutton a flap on her belt and pull a small pellet out with purple latex gloves.
"Who the?--"
"Take this!" Margot screamed, chucking the pellet at the four men. There was a small explosion followed by huge plumes of smoke. Coughing, swearing, and a mad waving of arms ensued, and Margot dashed into the clouds fumbling at her belt, looking for Lynx darts to stick to the baddies. She found one, and quickly found a man's neck to stick it in. There was a shrill cry, and then the sound of a large body hitting the ground. Margot heard more coughing, and underneath, the smaller, feminine coughs of Erin. Margot found her friend and crouched down, trying to pull Erin up by the arms.
"Come on, Blue Lynx," Margot said. "We gotta get out of here!"
Suddenly, a fist flew out of the smoke, catching her in the cheek, and sending her spinning to the ground. Margot threw her forearms out to avoid smashing her face against the concrete. The impact was nevertheless heavy, and her consciousness flittered as she tried to bring herself back to her feet. As she clambered to her knees, she felt a flat, broad force on her lower back pushing her back to the ground. One of the young men's shoes. In between coughs, she could hear laughs.
"Stay down, bitch," a voice cackled. Margot's stomach slowly dropped to meet the cold floor of the alley. The pressure of the shoe on her lower back grew, and it felt as if any movement upward would snap her spine in half.
"Arggh!" she cried out, desperately.
The men laughed, this time more fully. The coughs were becoming fewer and farther between, and from her grounded location, Margot could see the smoke beginning to dissipate. She could now see Erin, still crouched on the ground, with the hands of two men once again pulling her arms away from her body.
"Bitch fucking stabbed me," a different voice said. She heard scuffling sounds, probably the man she had Lynx-darted gathering himself.
Margot gulped. She had seen Erin use the smoke bombs before, and each time they had worked like a charm. What had she done wrong? Why had they been able to get her so quickly?
"I'm not the Blue Lynx, that's why," Margot thought. "And now, I am in so much trouble."
The punch had left her dizzy and disoriented, but certain things were very clear: Margot's ambush had not given Erin the time to free herself and fight back (what was happening to her?). The smoke and the Lynx dart had not incapacitated these four young men in any meaningful way. And the pressure on her lower back had not lessened in the slightest. She could barely move.
"Get off her for a second." It was the voice from before. "I need to get in a little payback here."
Margot felt the shoe release her body. But just as she was beginning to push herself up from the ground, a shooting pain blasted into her stomach, lifting her from her hands and knees and throwing her onto her back. As she landed, her consciousness faded even further. The world around her was now nothing but blurry blocks of color and sharp, searing pain.
"Oooh..." she mumbled.
"That was nothing, bitch," the man who had kicked her in the stomach said. "I could've done what you did to me and fucking stabbed you."
"Enough." It was the voice of the man who had put his foot on her back. "Why don't you check her belt for something you can tie her up with?"
The kicking man snorted. Margot saw a blotchy, blurry form bend down to the ground. She felt chubby fingers along her waist, and could hear the individual SNAPS of her belt buttons being undone.
"Stop it," a breathy, feminine voice whispered. Erin's voice. "Just stop it."
The men laughed together. It sickened Margot, even made her nauseous, to hear them derive so much pleasure from the Blue Lynx's predicament. But surely they would pay, right? The Blue Lynx always won, at the end of the day...
"This bitch a friend of yours, Little Lynxy?" said a voice coming from Erin's direction. Margot tried to look over. The kick had placed her just a few yards away from Erin, but the dizziness and the pain only allowed her to focus on the man next to her, methodically riffling through the contents of her belt, obviously savoring the look of her hips in spandex.
"Don't hurt her," Erin said, her voicing gaining strength.
"She must be your sidekick, right?"
The man next to her now spoke. "Yeah, this belt's got some wild stuff in it. Superheroine stuff. Blue Lynx stuff." He held up some some gray pellets. "These must be smoke bombs."
"Nice," said the man apart from the rest, the one who had first held her down. He bent down to look at Margot; she could see the blurred yellow line of his smile. "So I guess you're the Black Lynx, then?"
"Or maybe the Violet Vagina," the man next to her said, giggling.
"She's the Black Bobcat," Erin said, furiously. "And if you don't let her go right now, I swear I will rip your dicks off."
The voices belonging to the men holding Erin down laughed. "Well, irregardless of her name, she's not gonna like what we do to you, Blue Lynx."
"No," the standing man said. "Not one bit."
What were they going to do? Margot had ideas. They would surely unmask her, first. Would they recognize Erin's secret identity? It was impossible to say. But looking at these frat boys, it seemed likely that they wouldn't stop there. They'd do... Something, to Erin. "Shit," she thought. "Shit, shit, shit."
"Found it," the man next to her said, pulling the rope out of Margot's side belt pocket.
"Alright, tie her up," said standing man. "And make sure she's got a nice view of the action."
The crouching man grabbed Margot's wrists and began lashing them with rope. Once her purple gloves were wrapped in a tight bundle, he moved on to her ankles. Margot tried to kick at the man's hands but in her weakened state her boots were easily deflected. It took just a few minutes more for the man to have her legs trussed up. The man stepped back for a second to admire his work, then reached down to drag Margot closer to where the two men were holding down Erin. She now could see it all: Blue Lynx, dirtied and close to defeat, on her knees, held up straight by the two men who each tightly held one of her spandex-clad arms. Erin was looking down at Margot, and her expression was unlike any Margot had ever seen on her friend's face before. It was a look of complete and total distress.
"Done," the man who had tied her up said, brushing his hands together.
"No you're not," the standing man said. "Take off her mask."
"Oh yeah!" the other man said. And before she could think or try to fight back, the man had one hand around Margot's throat, the other on her face. Margot squealed pathetically as she felt her purple mask pushed up past her eyes, then up and off of her head. She watched as the man held her mask delicately as he could in his chubby fingers. He stared, first at the mask, and then at her bare face, and then back at the mask.
"She's pretty," he said. "But who is she?"
Margot sighed. To these idiots, she was just a cute girl with reddish-brown hair and wide-rimmed glasses. But Margot knew that once her photo got to the internet, all bets were off. Her relative anonymity would be nothing on social media. The thought made her squirm, fruitlessly, in her tight bonds.
"I'll take her picture and we'll upload it once we unmask her more popular friend, here," standing man said. He walked over to Margot and aimed the camera at her face. Margot tucked her chin toward her chest, trying to avoid the shot. But the man who had tied her up noticed, and he quickly crouched down and placed his fingers under Margot's chin. He forced her face up, and Margot winced as she heard the click of camera once, twice, three times.
"Alright, that's good," standing man said, flipping back through the photos. "Now let's do Blue Lynx."
Margot was tired, terrified, and still in pain, and it took all of her energy to force out words. "No! Don't!" she cried. "Don't you get it? She's a superhero! You could end her life!"
The standing man paused to look at Margot. After a moment of eerie silence, the four frat boys erupted in laughter. Margot, with her cheeks rapidly reddening, stared at Erin, who was staring back at her, her face stone serious.
"Margot, shut up!" Erin said. "Don't say anything stupid! I'll do the talking!"
One of the men let out a small whistle. The others laughed in response.
"So her name is Margot?" the standing man asked. "Is that what you're telling us, Little Lynxy?"
Margot watched Erin visibly gulp. She seemed to be lost for words, but she stammered on. "Yeah, umm, that's her codename."
"But didn't you say her name was the... What... The Black Housecat?"
"Bobcat," Erin continued, unsteadily. "Black Bobcat, but sometimes, umm, Margot. For short."
Once again, the frat boys laughed together.
"I think you just let out your partner's secret identity," standing man said. "Not that it matters much. This whole superheroine facade will be over in a minute, anyway."
Margot saw the standing man position himself in front of Erin. He crouched down to meet Erin's gaze, holding his camera in one hand, and resting his other hand on Erin's face. He beckoned over to the tying man, who came over to the cold, wet mass of humanity. The once-standing, now-crouching man handed over his phone.
"You mind taking this photo? I want to do it nice and slow."
The tying man nodded and stood back, cocking his phone arm in the direction of the Blue Lynx.
Erin was clearly struggling, still. Her torso was quivering, her biceps were shaking, her head was twisting. But the grip of the big men was strong, and it didn't seem Erin could do anything to finally escape. The now-crouching man, the leader of the gang, slid his thumb across Erin's cheek, inserting it for a moment in Erin's mouth. He glided the thumb down Erin's lower lip, stretching it slightly. Erin tried to bite his thumb and the man recoiled, laughed, and put his hand back on Erin's cheek.
"Hopefully there'll be no interruptions this time."
Erin stared at the man intently. Margot could almost see inside her friend's brain-- could imagine her searching desperately for the precise words to use in this horrific situation. "Come on, Erin," Margot thought. "You've got to think of something..."
Erin spoke. "Listen, guys. You've beaten me. Okay? I get it. You've defeated the Blue Lynx. For the first time in her career, the Blue Lynx takes a loss."
All of the men chuckled at that, except for the man nearest to Erin. He seemed to eagerly await whatever the Blue Lynx had to say next.
"It's humiliating for me. Truly, it is. But listen to me. It can't end like this. When you fought me, I wasn't even at my best. I've been sick for days now. I was poisoned. I couldn't fight back, not really. The Blue Lynx you fought was not the real Blue Lynx."
The chuckling subsided. The frat boys seemed interested in what Erin had to say. Was this actually going to work? Margot would've crossed her fingers if her wrists hadn't been so tightly tied together.
"So here's what I propose. You let me go. You don't unmask me. You tell your friends you beat the Blue Lynx. And then, one week from now, we meet again, back here in this alley, and we have a rematch."
"Rematch?" the man with his hand on Erin's face said. "Us four fight you, again?"
Erin nodded. "Yeah, a fair fight. Maybe you'll win again. You guys are pretty big and strong, and..."
The man shook his head. "No no no, there will be no rematch."
Panic flashed through Erin's eyes. "But, you can't, you just--"
"How dumb do you think we are, superheroine?" the man growled. "You would never come back here. And even if you did, there's no guarantee we'd get you in this position again. This sort of situation doesn't happen every day. And we're not about to pass it up."
Margot felt her heart sink. And she saw Erin drop her face slightly, as if her heart had done the same.
"Besides, that last fight was a fair fight," the man continued. "So you're a little sick. We're all a little sick, bitch. You don't see us complaining. And we didn't come at you with a little belt full of weapons. And we don't know that fucking kung fu shit, either. So don't go talking to us about what's unfair and what isn't."
The man holding the camera clapped, and the others hollered in sympathy.
"I want to ruin you now more than ever," the man said. "Talking to us about what's 'fair.' That's a good one. I'll bet underneath that mask you're a spoiled little rich girl."
Erin's face darkened. This was surely the lowest moment in her superheroine career. Margot had been certain the frat boys were at least considering her offer. And then, in a horrible instant, hope had been shattered. And now...
"It's time to end this," the man said. He pressed one hand beneath Erin's chin, bringing it up and squeezing her cheeks, and set his other hand on Erin's forehead, pushing his fingertips to the top of the Blue Lynx mask. "You got a good view?" the man asked his camera-wielding friend. The cameraman returned with a thumbs up.
"Make it a video," the first man said. "And start it now."
Margot watched the cameraman tap the screen and give another thumbs up. Erin's body convulsed, but the only consequence was the grip on her tightening. She stared directly at the phone, her eyes wide with fear, making whimpers of protest through her squished-up cheeks.
"Hey everyone," the man began. "So this evening we were attacked in this alley by none other than the Blue Lynx, that superheroine you keep hearing about. After a brief struggle, we were able to defeat and restrain her, along with her partner, the Black... Housecat."
The cameraphone pointed at Margot for a brief second, and then returned to Erin. "Oh God," Margot thought. "This is actually happening."
"We'd now like to reveal to the world the true identity of the Blue Lynx, and bring to an end her era of vigilantism. Blue Lynx, is there anything you'd like to say in your defense?"
Erin tried desperately to speak, but the pressure on her chin and cheeks made it come out long and garbled. "Oof ooogh aahggghh wahh oohhh..."
"Well then, without further ado, we will unmask the Blue Lynx."
Margot shook her body and shuddered as the cameraman stepped in closer. The man holding Erin's face now clenched it even tighter. Margot saw the fingers on Blue Lynx's mask clamp down, and then looked on, helplessly, as the fingers pulled upward across Erin's forehead, dragging the blue mask from the bridge of Erin's nose. Erin's muscles bulged, the veins in her neck popped, her teeth gritted, but nothing could stop the slow crawl of the mask, which scaled her eyes and then her brow like a patient mountain climber. It moved gradually across her face until it reached the dome of her forehead, at which point it lifted up and into the air, revealing the distinctive, beautiful features of none other than the mayor's daughter...
"ERIN STEELE?" the man who had just unmasked her said.
Erin shut her eyes and let out a loud, long moan. Margot shut her eyes, too. They knew. The bastards knew who she was!
"No way," the cameraman muttered. "Umm... Should I keep filming?"
"Stop it, stop it now," the unmasker yelled. Margot opened her eyes to look at the cameraman, who seemed to comply. She tried to look at Erin, but she could barely stand to see her friend in such a horrible place: she seemed to be on the verge of tears.
"Shit," one of the men holding up Erin said. "Shit."
"Wait," the other holder said. "Who is, err, Erin Steele?"
The unmasker glared at him. "She's the mayor's daughter, you fucking retard!"
"Ohh," the holder said, bending his face down to look at Erin. He grinned. "Yeah, the really hot one."
"Yes, the really hot one," the other holder said. "I've probably wanked to pictures of this bitch a hundred times."
Erin had not lifted her head since her first anguished cry. Margot couldn't imagine what she was going through right now. It was one thing for the Black Bobcat to be unmasked-- no one knew who the Black Bobcat was, really, and barely anyone knew Margot. But everyone in the city knew who Blue Lynx was, and a whole lot of other people were familiar with Erin Steele. It didn't seem like there was any way out for Erin. Margot grimaced.
"Everyone shut up," the unmasker said. He still held Blue Lynx's mask in the fingers of his left hand. "This changes everything, right here. I have to think."
Wait. Maybe this wasn't it for Erin. "Yeah," Margot thought. "They can't just release this video of them menacing the mayor's daughter. I mean, they'd go to jail, right? And they'd have all of Erin's father's resources making sure they'd do plenty of time."
Margot had to say something. So once again she summoned up her energy and called out: "You will pay for this, for sure. The Mayor will make sure of it."
The unmasker turned to look at Margot. She saw him stare at her face, then down at her bound body, and then back up at her face. And then she saw his frown slowly morph into a secret smirk.
"Actually, bitch, I don't know about that," he said, suddenly confident again. "All we're showing on the video is that we caught the Blue Lynx. No one else can pin anything on us."
The man slid Blue Lynx's mask into the back pocket of his jeans. He then walked over to Erin and grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head, yanking her face up. He stared at her face and licked his lips, seeming to relish every sign of her discomfort: her squinting eyes, her sweat-stained face, her mouth drawn down into an agonized, silent cry.
"Daddy's not saving you, Erin Steele," he said. "Not this time."
The other men hooted and hollered. Margot looked to Erin, hoping to see some kind of resolve in her friend, some sort of idea forming. But all she saw was a trapped, flustered girl in a ridiculous spandex costume, thick breaths of fear and panic heaving her chest. So Margot was surprised when, out of nowhere, Erin started to speak.
"Please," she whispered. "You can't do this."
"We already did," the standing man replied. The others laughed.
"Don't show anyone the video," Erin continued. "You can't."
"Why not?" the man said. "It's a pretty cool video. We could probably sell it to the press, even. Yeah. What do you think about that, boys? Let's offer Blue Lynx's secret to the highest bidder."
Erin shut her eyes and shook her head and the four frat boys cackled as one.
"Please," she whispered, again. "Please. I'll do anything."
The standing man looked up. "Anything?"
Margot didn't like this. "Erin," she thought. "Stop."
Erin nodded. "I'll do anything. Just don't release the video. Please."
The standing man leered evilly, first at Erin, and then at the three men surrounding him. He placed his hands on his hips. "You'll do anything, huh? Anything at all?"
Erin nodded. "I'm begging you."
Margot squirmed in her bonds. She felt like she would do anything to break free and help Erin. Watching the Blue Lynx reduced to this... Begging for her secret identity... It was more than Margot could take. But the ropes wouldn't budge. To her partner's humilation, she was, literally, a captive audience.
"Alright, then," the man said in a low growl, bringing his hand toward his crotch. "I'll tell you what I want."
He unzipped his jeans and stuck his hand in his pants. Erin's eyes immediately widened. Had she been expecting this?
"I want a blowjob," the man said. "From the Mayor's daughter, and the city's greatest superheroine. A two for one."
Margot turned away as the man let his dick hang out of the hole in his pants. The men's reactions varied from peals of laughter to a shocked gasp. "No," Margot thought. "No. This can't be happening."
"You watching this, Black Kitty?" It was the cameraman's voice. "I think you're gonna wanna see this. So you'll know what to do when it happens to you."
"Margot! Don't--" Erin's voice was cut off, muffled at the last second. Margot opened her eyes to see what had happened, and she saw the standing man next to Erin, his hands holding the back of her head, his cock thrust into her open mouth, her lips wrapped around its shaft. He was dragging his fingers through Erin's hair as he worked her, pushing his body to and fro, forcing the Blue Lynx to suck him off. The man was already beginning to make noises, murmurs of pleasure. Erin's eyes were slammed shut, small "MMPHS" emitting from the corner of her mouth.
It was awful. Margot didn't want to look, but... She couldn't help herself. There was something hypnotic about the whole spectacle: the Blue Lynx, crucified in the arms of two frat boys, being forced to swallow the cock of the man who had unmasked her.
"Should I film this, too?" the cameraman asked.
"SHUT UP!" the standing man exhaled, inbetween "oohs" and "ahhs." His back was now arched, and he had thrown his head back. Erin's lips tried to keep up with thrusts that were faster and rougher. The men holding Erin looked on with gazes that were both salacious and jealous: they seemed to want to have a turn, as well...
Margot shut her eyes, winced, let out a small whinny. Would everyone get a turn? Would Margot really have to sit through this three more times? Would they eventually get to her, and force her to perform sexual favors?
"I'm coming!" the man cried out. Margot couldn't look. But she heard things: first Erin coughing, then the man letting out a loud "AHH!," and then... a splatter. And then, more mixed reactions from the crowd: laughter interspersed with "Ewws" and "ohhs."
Margot knew what had happened. She didn't have to open her eyes. She didn't. She didn't...
But she did. She saw the standing man zipping up his pants, breathing heavily. She saw the other men, still gripping Erin by the arms, both grinning. And she saw Erin. Her hair was a tangled mess, balled up on her head and shooting out in strange directions. Her lipstick and mascara were smeared from some combination of tears, sweat, and the man's dick. Her face was bright red, a canvas of embarrassment, pain, disgust, and raw fury. And her chest, both her bare skin and the blue leotard that made a "V" out of her cleavage, was dripping with cum.
"There," Erin said, spitting out the word with utter loathing. "You happy?"
It was the first defiant thing she had said in... Half an hour, maybe? It almost made Margot smile. A few words weren't a plan, per se, but they were something. Even if Margot was still in the middle of a full-on retch.
"That was nice," the man said, turning around to face Erin. "I guess we're done here, boys."
It was almost imperceptible, but Margot could see Erin's face brighten. Margot could suddenly feel her spirits rise, too. Was this really it? One and done?
"And I guess we won't be showing anyone this video, as you held up your part of the deal."
Margot was nodding to herself. "Yes," she thought. "Erin, you did it. It was gross. But your secret is still safe. And we'll get these guys, someday, I know it."
The men holding Erin made small sounds of discontent. They loosened their grip, and Margot saw Erin fighting against them with renewed vigor. It wasn't enough for Erin to break free, but it was enough to remind everyone that Erin was a fighter, was a superheroine, and that this was just one setback. Right?
"But wait," the man said. "Wait a minute."
Margot gulped. In an instant, Erin was still.
"We didn't actually shake on anything, now did we?"
The girls' eyes flashed simultaneously. The men laughed together.
"It wouldn't be fair unless everyone here got a turn, now would it?"
Erin dropped her head, rocking it slowly, despairingly, from side to side. Margot could feel her eyes well up with hot tears. Her body clenched, seemed to become a giant "NO."
"Why don't we go ahead and post that video, too?" the man said. "Just to be safe."
The cameraman fumbled with the phone. He tapped it a few times and gave a thumbs up. The standing man nodded.
"Now the whole city will know that Erin Steele is the Blue Lynx," he sneered.
He walked behind Erin and nodded at one of the other men, who gave the leader Erin's arm. He now held her in place, allowing the previous holder to walk around, stare at Erin head-on, and unzip his pants.
"But no one will ever know about this," the leader said, seizing Erin's arm tightly, and breathing into her ear. "This night is just for you, and us, and your little partner over there."
With a free hand, he pointed in Margot's direction. Margot tried to turn away, tried to roll herself out of the alley, tried to go back in time to when crimefighting was simple and fun, when it didn't end with you and your friend tied up and covered in cum.
"Actually, hey Bob," he said, nodding at the man with the camera phone. "You want to show her something?"
"Sure," Bob said, pocketing the phone and waddling over to Margot. Seconds later, he was on his hands and knees, straddling her, kissing her face and neck, ogling her breasts.
Margot whimpered. It was her turn now. Her turn to do something: whether it was suck this man's cock, or get fucked, or what, she couldn't say. But it couldn't be good. She tried to focus on something else. But the only other things she could sense-- the only thing not the massive man on top of her, looking at her, grabbing her body, covering her in kisses-- were the noises of scuffle, an excited panting sound, and a smaller "MMPH" below it.
The sound of the Blue Lynx being defiled.
THE END
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