Chapter 11
Darkness enveloped Miranda. Even before she regained consciousness, she already felt dizzy and disoriented. Pain was the first thing she became fully aware of; a sharp ache piercing from one temple to the other. Then, through the darkness, somewhere not far away she could hear men talking. The voices were dull and muffled, and even though she couldn't make out what they were saying, they triggered instant fear.
Miranda forced her eyes to open. She was lying on a coarse dirty carpet, in the middle of a sparsely decorated room. There was a TV hanging on the wall, and a red sectional sofa behind her. A coffee table was pushed against the wall, cluttered with beer cans and ashtrays. The stale stench of cigarettes and marijuana stained the air.
Oh gawd, this must be Suites's place... The memory of it all came back in a painful rush. The hallway. Crash's heavy fist. The metallic tang of chloroform. I have to get out of here before they come back!
A sharp pain flashed through Miranda's side as she tried to get up, then dull aches rippled through her body. She couldn't move. Both arms were stuck -- no -- bound behind her back. Miranda could feel the rope encircling her wrists. She shifted, pulling urgently but they were knotted too tight. Her legs had been bound as well, crossed at the ankles and lashed together. She kicked and squirmed, as ice settled in the pit of her stomach.
No no no! They tied me up!? Her chest tightened, panic edged into her mind but she pushed it back. Okay just calm down, have to think clearly if I'm going to escape...take a breath...
When she tried to draw in that calming breath, it was hampered by a rubber ball wedged between her teeth. Instinctively she tried to spit it out, but thick straps held it in place. They looped around her cheeks to fasten at the back of her neck, the tension spreading her jaw. The taste of rubber weakened her resolve and a panicked groan died against the gag.
Her powers were based on magnetism and so without any metal components to the binding, she was just a normal woman helpless against these normal ropes.
She couldn't help but think of the girls she already rescued, seeing them shackled and gagged and terrified. Just like me... Tears welled in her own green eyes. Now I'm the captive...oh gawd how could I let them capture me? She writhed helplessly in the bonds. This is probably even the same gag? But who's going to come rescue me when I'm supposed to be the heroine!
"You hear something?" One of the men asked in the kitchen.
"Sounds like the superbitch is awake."
Their footsteps thumped loudly, coming closer. Each one sent a rush of fear through Miranda. She struggled to a seated position as Crash and Shorty Suites came into the room. Baker hung back, hesitating at the doorway as if he were afraid to come in.
"She's even sexier all tied up," Crash said, his eyes slithering over her fettered body.
"Fuck yeah," Suites was moving behind her. "You know your shit with these ropes, Baker-man, where'd you pick that up?"
"Warden City," he mumbled.
The two men circled her like vultures. Miranda looked from one to the other, her fear growing every moment. They loomed over her, leering. She tried to scoot away but her back hit the couch almost immediately. Nowhere else to go. Her heart thumped painfully, and she couldn't even swallow the lump forming in her throat.
"Ain't it cute how she's still tryna escape?" Crash chuckled.
"Don't you know, man," Suites replied. "Superbitches don't never give up!"
They both laughed and the sound tied Miranda's stomach into a knot. The captive heroine continued squirming, tugging at the ropes looped around her wrists. They were so tight. The cold in her stomach spread slowly up her spine as she was forced to accept there was no slack nor give for her to take advantage of.
Crash squatted down to look Miranda in the face. His grin made her feel small.
Despite the sting of welling tears, she did her best to glare at the thug.
"Whadaya think Hammer will give us for this one?" Suites asked.
Miranda scowled, mumbling a few obscenities into the ballgag.
"Oh, that's right, bitch," the pimp grinned. "We selling your fine ass." He looked at Crash. "Well, wha'chu think?"
"I dunno," he replied, reaching down to slide his big hands along her bare legs.
Miranda recoiled from his touch. With her ankles lashed together, she couldn't even kick him off. She looked away, blinking back frustrated tears and chewing her gag as his rough fingers squeezed and teased her smooth thighs.
"Man, I know this is your deal," Suites went on. "But this a legit superbitch, so I'm thinkin' we better make bank-"
"I dunno, bro, she ain't even that legit," Crash said, turning to look at the pimp. "Ain't really done nothing but catch dumb-as-hell Johnny Fingers. Hammer ain't paying heroine prices for that."
Miranda was looking around the room, desperate for a way to escape. She glanced up at Baker, still lurking in the kitchen. He looked away as soon as their eyes met.
"Well shit, man," Suites groaned. "I mean she's still a hot ass blonde white bitch, that oughta get us some milk money at least."
"Well, you right about that," Crash said, turning back to slide his thumbs against her hip creases. "She's a grade A piece of meat, that's for sure." He leaned forward, so close she could feel his breath. "What do you think you're worth?"
Miranda shrank back, cheeks flushed, her expression a mix of fear and disgust at having to listen to them appraise her for sale. His hands slid up her hourglass curves, sending chills over her skin. Her heart beat faster, feeling his fingers crawling and tickling like spider legs.
"Maybe we oughta test the merch," he said, cupping her breasts.
Miranda squealed indignantly and tried to pull away. He pressed her against the couch, squeezing her plump melons tightly. Revulsion twisted her stomach feeling his firm grip.
Get your hands off me! She thought, whimpering under her gag. She bucked frantically but he held her in place.Miranda slumped dejectedly realizing she had no way to resist his groping. This can't be happening...
Crash leered into her face, kneading her firm tits over the Nandex. Nervous tingles rippled through her chest. Miranda tried to ignore the sensation but couldn't keep her nipples from responding to the friction. They stood up under the thin blue material and Crash pinched the traitorous buds, rolling them between thumb and forefinger until a noticeable tremor crawled through her torso.
This is so humiliating, she thought, shifting her shoulders to pull futilely against the ropes binding her wrists. Miranda groaned in frustration and a trickle of drool seeped between her lips and the ballgag. She chewed the rubber, her cheeks flushing bright red. There has to be a way to escape...think Miranda, think, think, think!
Crash didn't give her the chance. Reaching behind her neck, he found the clasp and began unzipping her leotard. Miranda could only whine in protest he peeled the clingy material over her shoulders. Humiliation washed over the captive heroine as he exposed her full round breasts and their petite rosy nipples.
Shorty Suites let out a low whistle.
Miranda's naked tits fit perfectly into Crash's big hands. He clutched tight, rough palms prickling over her soft flesh as he began fondling the supple bulbs eagerly. She bit down on the rubber ball filling her mouth as warmth rushed through her chest. Her stiff nipples flicked and tingled between his fingers, until he seized both sensitive nubs and twisted them harshly, wringing a whimper from the captive woman.
Finally, warm tears began spilling down her cheeks. Oh gawd, get your hands off me! She thought helplessly.
Crash groaned, lips twisting lewdly as he continued molesting her.
Miranda couldn't even bring herself to meet his gaze. She'd never felt so intimidated, so helpless. Her head drooped, she stopped struggling and sniveled behind her gag.
"Aight, hold up," Suites cut in, pushing his cohort out of the way. "My turn!"
Crash grunted disappointedly but moved aside.
Miranda couldn't even move as the men traded places. The humiliation of being passed off and shared like a toy burned through her. Straddling her already bound legs, the pimp grabbed a thick handful of blonde hair. He jerked her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. The captive hissed around her gag as pain rippled over her scalp and spindly fingers seized her plump breast.
"Damn, these is perfect," he hummed appreciatively. "They even real?"
Miranda grunted her disgust, twisting in his clutches as he kneaded her firm flesh. Then Suites slapped her breast. She jumped and yelped as pain flashed through the sensitive bulb.
"Yup! Silicon don't jiggle like that!" He laughed and slapped her again!
Miranda squirmed between his legs as the sting ripped through her chest. She shouted incoherently, drool sputtering around the gag. Pinned under his weight, she couldn't move, couldn't resist in anyway as he returned to groping her aching breast. His grip tightened in her hair as Suites squeezed and squashed her tender tit. He seemed to be savoring the frustrated tears rolling over her flushed cheeks.
"You awful quiet over there, Baker-man," Crash said, not far away. "Wha'chu think, you wanna turn?"
"Ah, shit, I dunno," the dealer replied dumbly.
"You sure?" Suites asked. "Half price, since you helped nab the bitch," he added, untangling from her hair to molest her with both hands.
The captive heroine slumped back against the couch, letting the pimp have his way. She glanced plaintively at Baker for just a moment before Suites flicked her nipples so sharply she winced and whimpered. Miranda looked away quickly, shaking blonde locks over her face to hide her humiliation and tears.
"You know, that's givin' me a idea though," Suites went on, squeezing Miranda's boobs so harshly she squirmed and whined beneath him. "Maybe we keep this little bitch?"
"What'chu mean?" Crash asked.
"If Hammer ain't gonna pay for superheroine prices," Suites explained. "Maybe we should just pimp her out ourselves."
Miranda jerked reflexively, the tightness of her bonds quickly reminding her that she was under their power, seemingly with no way out. She let out a gagged sob. Oh gawd, no...
"I already called that crazy fuckin' Russian though," Crash protested.
Despite her current predicament, Miranda made a mental note: Russian.
"So?" Suites pulled his hands away from her naked chest and looked back at his partner in crime. "We call him back, tell 'im the bitch escaped. He thinks we're idiots anyway, so he won't be surprised." His eyes crept back, crawling over her as his hands rubbed together hungrily. "Then we put her to work."
Panic rushed through Miranda. No, please no! I came to save those other girls, not to end up being sold in their place... Even as tears continued spilling from her beautiful green eyes, an image of the girls from before flashed through her mind, and then one of Paisley - Miranda grabbed onto that. I can't give up! Not for myself, not for any other girls who are counting on me!
The pimp's thumbs slid over her nipples, sending chills through Miranda and bringing her attention back to him. Her tearful green eyes peered at him through a curtain of blonde tresses as he cupped her breasts again.
