Chapter Four
October 30th, 8:42 PM
In the dark of the closet, and still under the spell of whatever the heck they had drugged her with, Margot couldn't tell for certain what was happening outside. At first, it had seemed dire for the Blue Lynx: the zombie had really gotten the drop on her, and Margot knew from recent experience that these guys were stronger than your average thugs. But Erin had fought back, and for a while it seemed like she was in control-- certainly the baddies were grunting and groaning more than she was (Margot even thought she'd heard a confident "I'm the Blue Lynx, at one point). Unfortunately, the tables seemed to have turned once more; Margot had heard a rough shout to "get her legs" and, shortly later, clapping and laughing from a voice that was unmistakably the old man's from the admissions stand. When she heard Erin's "NO!" she expected the worst... an expectation that was confirmed when the old man spoke two words that not even the flood of drugs in Margot's system could obscure: "Erin Steele."
They had unmasked the Blue Lynx and discovered her true identity, which meant they'd beaten her: Erin would never voluntarily part with her most closely guarded secret. At this point, Margot desperately did not want to know what was happening, but Erin's distressed whimpers couldn't be stifled. What did these monsters plan to do? Would they kill her? Strip her? Violate her? Thoroughly besmirch her superheroine dignity? Margot's mind might have split itself with horrible possibilities had the vampire not appeared in the doorway of the closet, his form tall and menacing in the eerie moonlight.
"We've got the five of em," the old man's voice said from behind. "Let's take em to the clearing."
The vampire nodded and looked down at the four bound women. They were all awake now, and struggling, but none appeared to have made any progress on their expertly formed knots. Thanks to Erin, only Margot had been divested of her gag, and though her brain and tongue still felt numb, she knew she had say something.
"I'm gonna... get you..." she said, weakly. "When I..."
The vampire was clearly not interested in what Margot had to say, and upon hearing her peep, he bent to the ground and re-stuffed the cloth into her gasping mouth. Further insult was added to this injury when the villain easily scooped her and the girl to her left up in his arms, setting each woman down on either of his broad shoulders. "MMPH!" Margot moaned, her upper body hanging down the vampire's back, her bound legs kicking harmlessly against his chest. In the city, she might have been a superheroine, but out here, she was just another missing girl to be drugged, tied up, and carted around.
As the vampire stepped out of the closet, Margot caught a glimpse of the scene she had been eavesdropping on for the last ten minutes. Erin was, indeed, defeated, laid out on the floor without her belt, boots, gloves, and mask, and in the process of being tied hand-and-foot by the werewolf and the demon. Her jaw was slack, her hair was a mess, and her costume had been stretched enough to reveal a sliver of her orange-and-black panties. Margot imagined that the goons had injected the Blue Lynx, there, in her sizable bottom, just as they had with her. At least Erin had put up a fight: by the time Margot had understood the gravity of her situation, in the corn maze, her ambushers had her on the ground, powerless, her ass in the air ready for the shot. They didn't seem to make many mistakes, these men; though they seemed to enjoy bending Erin's body and securing it with rope, they weren't overly distracted. They had a goal, a mission, this team of monsters. The only one of them who seemed at-ease was the old man, who stood away from the rest, watching with lazy eyes, his hands occasionally patting the jeans pocket where Margot could see the edge of the Blue Lynx's mask.
"MMMPH!" Margot squealed, her body once again convulsing with fear. The thought of Erin coming to the rescue had been her only hope as she and the other women sat trussed-up in the closet. Now that the Blue Lynx herself was a helpless prisoner, who would save the day?
"This one's getting annoying," the vampire sat, patting Margot's ass, and producing a small but indignant growl.
"Probably a little worried now that her friend has failed," the old man chuckled. "I'll fix 'er."
Margot knew what was coming, but also knew she had no chance of stopping it. Her reserve of hope had dwindled. Of course she fought against it, squirming against the vampire's shoulder-- she was a superheroine, she had to try-- but when the shot once again plunged into her behind, the "Oh!" she let out was not from surprise, or even pain, but from the sense that this was really happening... that the Black Bobcat and the Blue Lynx were going down...
She drifted into unconsciousness.
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