Chapter Eight
April 18th, 10:10 PM
"Congratulations, Blue Lynx," Hammerson's voice announced. "You've passed stage two. You've beaten Grigory. Though I must say, I expected you to finish him off sooner."
Erin stepped into a room very different from the first. It was, in a word, red. The walls were covered in crimson paper, the floor was covered in a large maroon rug. On top of the rug was a bed shaped like a big red heart, its point facing Erin. There was a bump underneath its scarlet bedspread, the recognizable outline of a human figure. The room was lit by a pair of lamps, each one sporting a red lampshade, in the corners furthest from Erin.
It looked like a bordello. It made Erin gulp.
"Stage three should be fun for you," Hammerson said, his voice again emanating from a small megaphone next to a ceiling security camera. "Your best friend is part of it."
Erin looked again at the human-shaped bed bump. Was Margot under the blanket?
"What have you done with her, Hammerson?" Erin yelled. She stepped up to the heart, peering at the disguised figure. Underneath the thick bedspread, and surrounded by a bevy of red and pink pillows, it was impossible to tell if the thing she was looking at was even a person.
"Why don't you jump in bed and find out?" Hammerson laughed.
Erin shook her head and walked over to where the pillows were. She could see the bump breathing. It had to be Margot.
Erin snatched the hem of the bedspread and pulled it down.
"Surprise!" Sunny said, laying across the mattress in her typical leather outfit. "Miss me?"
Erin gasped and stepped back, watching in shock as Sunny sat up, took a pillow, and brought it across Erin's face. It didn't hurt, but it did shock, and Erin fell over from the impact, splaying across the heart bed.
"It's so good to see you again, best friend," Sunny said, crawling over to Erin, pillow in hand.
"But... you're dead!" Erin cried, scrambling up to her feet. "The house... Fell on top of you!"
Sunny shook her head and smiled. "I can't die, Blue Lynx. Not before I defeat you!"
She swung the pillow at Erin, who jumped back to avoid the impact.
"I don't understand," Erin said. She was again finding it difficult to speak. "You... you..."
"You're not the only one who knows how to make a comeback, babe."
She was crouched on the bed, clutching the pillow, grinning maniacally, a demon who Erin could never dispel.
"Now, why don't you come on in to bed," Sunny laughed. "So we can get reacquainted."
Erin clenched her fists. It was all so clear now.
"You've been working on this trap... For months," she said.
Sunny nodded, punching the pillow with her fist. "Right you are, Blue Lynx. It was my idea. We wanted to catch you when you were least expecting it."
Erin sighed. She had been so, so stupid. She should've known Hammerson was up to something. She should've realized that his "message" was a set-up.
"Come sit down," Sunny implored. "Take a load off." She patted the bedspread and smiled.
Erin shook her head. "I'm not sleepy."
It wasn't quite true. She'd already been involved in two rough battles tonight, had taken multiple hits to the body, had Todorov's drug still flowing through her system. The bed looked warm, comfortable, enticing. But she'd couldn't rest, couldn't stop for a second, until Margot was safe.
"You sure?" Sunny said, on all fours, beckoning toward Erin. "You sure you don't need... a pillow!"
She hurled a cushion at Erin's head. With little fanfare, Erin punched it into a corner of the room.
"No thanks," Erin said, stepping up to the bed, lifting her fists up.
"Try this one!" Sunny cried, tossing another pillow at Erin. Erin punched it, too, only this one didn't bounce away: it exploded into dusty fragments. Erin coughed, pushing at the red smoke enveloping her face, not noticing as Sunny crawled up to her, grabbed her by the shoulders, and flung her on the bedspread.
"We've had a lot of time to come up with traps," Sunny said, pushing down on Erin's chest with both hands.
Erin coughed. "Yeah, I'll bet. But did you have enough time to see this coming!"
She punched at Sunny, but Sunny was ready. She snatched Erin's wrist and pulled it back behind her, turning Erin onto her stomach. Sunny climbed onto the back of Erin's legs, fetching her other wrist, bringing them together near the small of Erin's back.
"You're a little out of practice, aren't you?" Sunny said, leaning down, whispering into Erin's ear. "Been a while since you've faced someone like me, hasn't it?"
Erin struggled, bouncing on the bed, but Sunny had her whole weight on her. She couldn't stop her foe from wrangling her hands together. She felt something simultaneously soft and metallic around her wrists, and heard a small click.
"Some fuzzy cuffs ought to put you in your place," Sunny laughed.
Erin tried to pull her hands apart, but they were chained. Sunny had removed herself from her legs, and Erin rolled over on the bed, trying to see where she had gone. Looking up, she saw Sunny at her ankles, fastening an additional pair of pink fuzzy cuffs around her boots.
"Sunny! This is ridiculous!" Erin said.
"I know," Sunny replied. She watched Erin work against the cuffs, twisting her body to no avail. "It is ridiculous. And it's great."
Erin closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was caught. Again. It didn't matter what she did tonight: her opponents found a way to get the upper hand. Maybe Sunny was right, and she was out of practice. Or maybe this was just an really, really bad day for the Blue Lynx. Either way, it was embarrassing, and all Erin really wanted was to be home, a cup of tea in her hand, getting ready for real bed... Not this horrible simulation Sunny had concocted.
"Let's get you nice and comfortable," Sunny said. She crawled behind Erin, slid her hands around Erin's chest, and dragged her across the bedspread. She pulled her up to the head of the bed, set her down on the pillows, and stepped back around to Erin's front.
"There," Sunny said, smiling at her foe, now in a seated position, her arms and legs cuffed, her hair disheveled, her face red and flustered. "How does that feel?"
Erin sneered at her. "You know, once I get free, I'm not gonna be this nice to you, Sunny. You might as well stop trying to butter me up."
Sunny slid over the sheets, moving atop Erin, and straddled her body.
"Who said I was being nice?"
She picked up a pillow, brought it to one side, and then quickly brought it to the other, catching Erin's face along the way.
Erin breathed in and out, holding her head to the side. "You're going to... what... pamper me to death?"
Sunny swiped the pillow to its previous occasion, striking Erin on the other side of her face.
"I'm going to keep doing this," Sunny said. "Call it Chinese pillow torture."
She swung the pillow again, knocking Erin to the left, and then once more, knocking Erin to the right.
"It's... not going to do... anything..." Erin muttered. But she could already sense a change. With each hit, she could feel her mask jostle. It was slowly losing its grip on her face.
"I think you know what it's doing," Sunny giggled.
She hit Erin again. And again. And again. Harder and harder each time. Knocking her head around, flinging her hair this way and that. No single blow hurt. But after the twentieth or twenty-first swing, Erin's face started to ache. She began to moan.
"You doing okay, Blue Lynx?" Sunny asked. She pounded Erin in the face with the pillow. "You feeling alright?" She hit her again.
Her mask seemed to be hanging on by a thread, now. Erin figured she had maybe ten or fifteen hits before Sunny knocked it clean off her face.
"Sunny," she groaned. "Take a break. Please."
"A break?" Sunny cried. "A break?"
She had been pummeling the Blue Lynx for five minutes. Erin's face was beet red, her mask slightly askew, her mouth hanging open.
"I guess I am a little tired," Sunny said, setting the pillow to the side.
Erin exhaled. She'd bought herself time. Now she just had to think...
Sunny's hand was in her costume, had slid inside her V-neck, was fingering her bra strap.
"I've missed this, Blue Lynx," Sunny said, pushing her groin against Erin's abdomen.
Erin rolled her eyes. It was all so predictable. They hated her and they loved her. They beat her up so that they could feel her up. All of them: Todorov, Sunny, Hammerson. They were sick, evil perverts.
"Waiting for weeks for this moment... It was hard," Sunny said. "But we needed to surprise you. And I think it was worth it. Because, well, look at you! You're so helpless!"
She wasn't, though. Her fingers were now grazing the back pockets of her utility belt. Erin knew she had some Lynx darts in there. She just had to lift the flap, get in, and cut herself free. It would help if Sunny was distracted.
"I am helpless," Erin cooed. "I can't get free. Looks like I'm at your mercy, Sunny."
Sunny licked her lips. "I do love hearing you say that," she whispered, slipping her entire hand underneath Erin's blue spandex.
"Don't hurt me too much," Erin said.
Sunny placed her other hand on Erin's thigh, running it up to the bottom seam of the Blue Lynx's outfit. She worked her finger around the leg hole, sticking it inside the spandex, gently stroking Erin's butt.
"I'll be nice," Sunny whispered. She pushed her upper body forward, bringing her face in with Erin's, and pursed her lips. She pushed further forward and met Erin's lips. The women kissed. Sunny closed her eyes. Erin kept hers open.
"Mmm..." Sunny said. "Let's do that again."
She forced her mouth to Erin's, this time pushing her tongue inside. Erin let out a small, genuine moan. Sunny was a great kisser. But the Blue Lynx couldn't be seduced...
Not now...
But it felt so good...
Sunny's body on top of hers... She could feel her lower half getting warm... Hands on her legs, hands near her breasts... It had been so long since she'd been pleasured... Too long...
The Lynx Dart almost dropped from Erin's glove.
"No," Erin thought, snapping back to reality. "I can't let her do this! I have to get free!"
Sunny kept kissing her, her neck and her face and her lips, and Erin did her best to ignore it, poking at the cuff key hole with her Lynx Dart.
"Focus," Erin thought, stabbing at the cuffs, her lips smacking against Sunny's.
"Focus..."
Sunny cupped her breast, and Erin moaned.
She couldn't focus... She couldn't stop... She couldn't resist... She couldn't...
There was a sudden click.
"What the hell was that?" Sunny said, pulling her face back.
Erin smiled. "Nothing."
She whipped her fist from around her back and slammed it into Sunny's face. Sunny blurted out a howl of pain as she tumbled over Erin, landing next to her, holding her cheek.
"Augh!" Sunny cried. "You're free!"
Erin rolled on top of Sunny. Her boots were still cuffed, and she couldn't get into an ideal position, but it was good enough. She pressed on Sunny with on hand and wailed on her with the other, striking her face with three strong, swift punches.
"But, Blue Lynx," Sunny mumbled. "I thought we had something."
"We don't," Erin confirmed. She delivered a crushing hook to the side of Sunny's head and Sunny's body went slack. She was unconscious.
Erin sat up and reached down to her ankles. She worked the boot cuffs with her Lynx Dart, eventually clicking them open. Once she was free, Erin straightened her costume out, tucking her bra back into her spandex, smoothing out the hems of her leg-holes, re-aligning the mask with her eyes. She bounced off the bed and turned around, taking a final look at Sunny's unconscious figure.
She couldn't think of anything to say. No one-liner, no cocky statement of purpose, nothing. She was still in disbelief: that Sunny was alive, that she had come up with this crazy plan, that the Blue Lynx's mask had almost been taken off by a fricking pillow.
"I can't dwell on this," Erin thought. "I've got to keep moving."
There was a red door behind the bed. Erin walked toward it, opened it, and left Sunny's stage for good.
On to Chapter Nine
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