The Scarlet Dove Issue 11

Issue 11 ~ The First 12 Hours

Friday

Starling came awake slowly, easing into consciousness rather pleasantly. Lacey was still holding her, their naked bodies entwined on the couch. The brunette had pulled a blanket over them at some point in the night. They were warm and cozy, and Starling quickly remembered how safe she felt in that embrace.

What does this mean?

She wondered, snuggling against the brunette for a moment longer.

I've always been into men, but it seems so natural with her...Lacey...Gosh, what is this going to mean to her? Will she think we're together? Was this just another one night stand...what does it all mean?

Starling began to squirm, trying to extricate herself from Lacey without waking the other woman. This was, of course, futile.

"Mmm, good morning," Lacey hummed, pulling her close.

Starling couldn't help but tense, feeling the brunette's shapely legs coiling around her, and a dainty hand cupping one of her supple breasts. "Oh, good morning...sorry I woke you."

"It's okay," Lacey yawned, holding her tightly for a moment, before letting go.

Starling sprang to her feet, more quickly than she had intended to. Despite everything that had happened the night before, she was embarrassed to be standing around naked, so she began to look for her superheroine uniform.

"Do you know what time it is?" Starling asked.

"I think about 6," Lacey replied.

"Gosh, feels like it should be later," the red head replied. "I might still be able to get to work on time!"

She found her spandex bottoms first, tugging them up her long legs. As soon as she had smoothed them into place, Lacey's arms wrapped around her curvy body. Starling froze nervously, but Lacey turned her so they were face to face. Then she hugged Starling tightly. The scarlet haired girl couldn't help but melt into the embrace and hugged her back. Butterflies stirred in her stomach at the feeling of their naked breasts pressing together, further confusing things for Starling.

"You don't have to go," Lacey whispered. "We could call in and spend the day in bed, you seem like you could use some more...comforting."

Starling blush deep red. "I...I think I'm feeling much better now."

Lacey chuckled, dropping one hand to grab Starling's pert, round backside. "But you'd get lots of comforting..."

A moment of anticipation passed between them, as Starling waited (wanted?) to be kissed.

"I'm very comforted," the red head said unsurely.

The brunette grinned, squeezed her butt again, and then let her go. Starling was a little relieved (and sad?) when the other woman moved away. She began to look for her bustier.

The truth was, she did feel much better, clearer headed. Venting her emotions seemed to have done a world of good. Although, even then she could feel the dread over her weekend creeping at the back of her mind. It was Friday already, and she had no idea how to get herself out of her agreement with Baker.

"You know in the future, you can't just hold that kind of thing in," Lacey said from across the living room. "I mean strong women can deal with almost anything but not if we have to go through it alone." The brunette had found Starling's bustier and brought it back to her. "And we can't just channel it into aggression the way guys do," she went on, helping the young girl back into the garment, copping a feel as she did. "We have to experience it, sometimes let it tear us apart, then let it out...then we can move past it...usually."

It did make sense to Starling. "I think you're right, thank you for being here for me."

Now Lacey did kiss her, cupping the sides of her face gently. There was no tongue, just a tender caress of the lips that made Starling feel warm all over, and left her even more confused than before.

"Your secret is safe with me," Lacey said softly. "I'm here any time you need me!"

Starling thanked her again, then quickly put on her golden boots, and belt. As the young heroine was climbing out the window, Lacey stopped her. She had forgotten her mask. The brunette smoothed it onto Starling's beautiful face, stealing another kiss as she did. The Scarlet Dove blushed fiercely under her white feathers, and soared out into the early morning sun.

Flying in the daylight could be tricky, but Starling was pretty sure she made it home without being spotted. She got into the shower almost immediately, languishing in the steamy water. Hot showers were meditative for her. Something about the scalding water, and the steam and the sound of the shower allowed her to turn her brain off for a time. Today was one of the days she stayed under the water until the heat began to run out.

While she was doing her hair, Starling heard her text message alert. For once she ignored it, and finished styling her hair. Maybe it was Pierce Ashton, messaging her to set up a lunch date...let him wait for once. She even went ahead and applied her makeup before heading into the bedroom to check her messages. It was not Pierce.

Baker: 2morrow 25 Mocking Bird Ct 8am

Starling's heart dropped into her stomach. All the fear and dread over her agreement rushed back in, filling her pretty head. While she was reading this, a second message came through.

Baker: Dont 4get makeup and hairspray whatever u need no excuses to run home

He's really thought this through,

she realized dreadfully.

He must have all sorts of plans for me.

Her stomach was in knots as a third text came in.

Baker: Bring lingerie & bikini & heels dress sexy nothing classy want u whored up!

Starling threw her iPhone down on the vanity and stormed over to her dresser. She dressed quickly, putting on a pair of simple black leggings with a long black blouse.

She went to work angry, determined to figure a way out of all this. She didn't get any work done that morning, totally focused on formulating a plan. Lacey insisted on taking her to lunch again. This time Starling only ordered a hot tea, and they sat in the back, finding a secluded table where they could talk.

"Have you figured a way out of your predicament yet?" Lacey asked, after a few silent bites of salad.

Starling's eyes dropped, she took a long sip of her tea but said nothing.

"I see," Lacey murmured, taking another bite.

She sounds so disappointed,

Starling thought.

Of course she is...finding out I'm the Scarlet Dove, only to find out that I'm being blackmailed by some two-bit drug dealer...

"There's got to be something we're overlooking," Lacey said, after a moment's thought. "Some angle we're overlooking..."

"You think I haven't considered every angle?" Starling snapped. "I can't beat him up or take him to jail, he'd post those pictures as soon as he made bail."

"Well, yes..."

"I already tried to pay him off," Starling went on. "He turned that down instantly."

"I know, but..."

"I just can't put my mom at risk," the red head continued. "Or you...or anyone else I care about who could get caught in the crossfire if every criminal in the nation suddenly finds out I'm the Scarlet Dove."

"And there's really no other way?"

"He simply has too much leverage over me," Starling whined. "It's hopeless."

"I was afraid of that," Lacey said. "So you're really going through with it? Twenty-four hours as his sex slave?"

A tear rolled down Starling's cheek and she nodded wordlessly.

"I guess you don't have much of a choice," Lacey said, after a few more moments passed in silence. "But I've been having this thought...haven't you ever fantasized about being someone's sex slave?"

"What? No!"

"Whoa whoa!" Lacey laughed. "It's actually a lot more common than most people think, women having those kinds of fantasies..."

"Well, I am not one of them!" Starling interjected.

"Ok, maybe not," the brunette conceded. "But what if you approached it that way? Like a role play, use his twisted little game to explore some of your own fantasies?"

"If I had those kinds of fantasies," Starling scoffed. "I would explore them with someone I loved and trusted, not him!"

"Okay," Lacey sighed sadly. "I just thought, if you're going to go through with this, it might be a way for you to take back some of your power in this situation."

"I have no power in this situation," the red haired beauty groaned. "He has me exactly where he wants me..."

Lacey had nothing else to say and dropped her gaze back to her salad.

Way to go,

Starling admonished herself.

You're being a total bitch to the only person who's shown you any caring these last few months!

"I'm sorry, Lace," Starling mumbled sheepishly. "I'm just scared and discouraged."

"I understand," the brunette responded. "At least, I'm trying to...it's a bad situation to be in."

"Yes, but I have to do it," the red head added. "So I can get back to being a superheroine, and focus on taking down Dominion and Tom Danvers!"

"Sometimes the only way out is through, I guess," Lacey frowned. "So will you go out on patrol tonight?"

"I don't think so," she replied, green eyes brimming. "I'm not feeling very heroic today."

Plus, I should probably get some sleep,

she added silently as the two women got up to leave.

I doubt Baker's going to let me get any rest for the next twenty-four hours...

Saturday 8:00 am

Mocking Bird Court was a cul-de-sac located in the very center of Warden City's ghetto. Number 25 might not have been the worst house on the block, but it was close. A run down little soap box, with peeling paint that may have been a pleasant green once, but now just made the walls look like they were decaying.

Starling got out of a cab, looking at the house in dread. Somehow it was even worse than she'd imagined.

"You sure this is where you want dropped off, little lady?" the cab driver asked.

"Not exactly," she replied, paying him.

She was wearing a pink tank top with a short white skirt, hoping that was trashy enough for him. She had an overnight bag with her, containing her beauty supplies, and the items he had instructed her to bring.

Her fear and apprehension peaked as she walked towards the house. She couldn't believe she was going through with this, and every step became a conscious decision. As she reached the front door, she found a note taped to it.

It read:

Star,

Doors open, come in and bring me breakfast in bed. I'll take a big bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, it's in the kitchen. Oh yeah, get naked first!! -B

He's not wasting any time,

she thought, hanging her head, and crumpling the note in her hand.

She pushed the door open and entered the run down house. Inside was only slightly better than out. The place was picked up, and even though none of the furniture matched, it seemed at least moderately well cared for. However, glancing down at the carpet, she did not want to guess at the date of the last vacuuming, and any decorations didn't seem to have been dusted in, well...ever...

Starling walked over and set her bag on the couch. Then, despite her shame and embarrassment, she stripped naked as instructed.

Standing in his living room, looking down at her perky D-cups and rosy nipples, and feeling the open air on her backside and nether regions, the depth of her predicament began to sink in.

I have to,

she reminded herself.

To protect the people I care about, I'll do whatever he wants...

She put her clothing into her bag, and walked into the kitchen. The carpet felt grimy under her bare feet, and the linoleum in the kitchen wasn't much better. It took a little bit of searching but she found the cereal he'd requested, along with a bowl and spoon. Milk was obviously in the fridge. He didn't have any kind of tray for breakfast in bed, but she did find a cookie sheet, so she put everything on that.

Then, with a final sigh of resignation, she carried the food into the bedroom.

Baker was lying in bed waiting for her. His lecherous grin nearly took in his ears, as the gorgeous naked woman stepped through the door.

Every inch of her porcelain skin was gleaming. Her body was tight, and toned, but without compromising the femininity of her bombastic hour glass figure. Her plump round breasts sat high and firm, tipped by perky pink nipples. Her long legs were smooth and shapely, with a sweet hairless pussy tucked between them. Her bright red hair fell around her narrow shoulders in thick, glossy waves. The soft features of her face were meek, and hesitant, and somehow that seemed to make her even more beautiful.

"Bout time," he said, taking the makeshift tray from her. "Don't keep me waiting like that again, you got that?"

"O-okay," Starling replied. With hands free, she instinctively reached to cover her breasts and vagina.

"Whoa, whoa! No covering up!" Baker said immediately. "I had you get naked cuz I wanna see some tits and ass while I eat!"

"Oh, right," the girl replied dejectedly. Her arms dropped to her sides, giving Baker full view of her nubile body.

Gawd, this is so humiliating,

she thought as he ogled her.

"That's better," he grinned, pouring the milk over his cereal. "Don't forget, for the next twenty-four hours I own you, that means your tits, your ass, your little cunt, all-a you belongs to me!" He took a bite, chomping it up with his mouth open. "Matter of fact, don't just stand there, pose real sexy-like, and every minute or so, turn around so I can see that ass!"

"Seriously?" Starling groaned. "This...this isn't enough?" She gestured to her naked body.

"Thing is," Baker grinned. "It don't matter what's enough, you gotta do whatever the fuck I say, remember!?"

She said nothing but thought;

How could I forget?

She did as he said, drawing on her time as a model, before she was a reporter or a heroine. Starling struck a pose; hips cocked, back arched to present her ample chest.

"And that's another thing," he took a bite, drinking in her statuesque figure. "You're my slave this weekend right?"

"Yes," Starling spat in response.

He made a little twirling motion with his finger, so she turned slowly, presenting her heart shaped backside to him.

"Then that makes me your Master," he went on. "So I think you should be calling me that."

Starling whirled back to face him. "You can't be serious!"

Baker's eyes narrowed. "You bet I'm serious, I fucking own you this weekend! If I ever feel like I ain't getting my fucking money's worth, I'll just pull out my phone and start sending these goddam pictures out, you got that?"

Starling's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

Starling looked at him, unable to mask her helpless frustration. "Yes...Master."

"Good, now pose back up," he ordered. "Then tell me what you are, and address me properly this time."

The scarlet haired girl shifted back into her sexy pose, and then through grit teeth said; "I am your slave, Master."

Baker leaned back, his beady eyes devouring in her alabaster curves as she turned again displaying her pert backside. Starling continued to pose and turn, displaying her body for his enjoyment.

I feel like a piece meat on display,

she thought.

I don't know how strippers do this kind of thing...I guess it's a little thrilling to know how attracted he is to my body, but I don't know if I can take a whole day of this!

8:37 am

Starling had forgotten how tiring it could be acting sexy and posing for extended periods. Baker made her keep it up the entire time he was eating.

Finally, the dealer set his breakfast aside, and got out of bed. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, and his body was just as she had expected; gaunt and skinny. Decidedly not her type, in fact she couldn't find anything attractive about him.

"I think I need a shower," he grinned, stretching.

A cold pit dropped into her stomach as he took Starling by the wrist and led her into his bathroom. It was bigger than she expected, but it looked old and in need of better upkeep. He started the water in the shower, then handed her a washcloth and a bottle of body wash.

"I want you to wash me," he instructed, kicking off his shorts.

An unpleasant tremor ran up her spine seeing him naked. "Fine, Master."

Baker climbed into the shower, but Starling hesitated. When he turned back to her, his gaze slithering over her naked body, and he motioned impatiently. After another moment, she climbed into the shower, her heart racing dreadfully.

Starling went to work with the washcloth, soaping and lathering up his body. Her stomach twisted into knots, and she did everything she could to avoid making eye contact with him. Soon his body was covered in suds. Instead of rinsing, he took the cloth and soap from her and tried to pull her under the water.

Starling resisted. "My makeup..."

"You brought more, right?" he said. "Like I said?"

She swallowed and nodded.

"Not that you need it, sexy," he groaned. "Fuck, you're gorgeous!"

He tugged her under the shower, soaking her crimson hair and letting the water run over her naked curves. Starling trembled, as he lathered her up.

This can't be happening,

she thought, feeling his hands running all over her body.

I can't even think about what he'll want next...can I really go through with it?

Baker took extra time soaping up her tits. He lifted and squeezed, rubbing them with the washcloth, at the same time fondling her plump melons, until they were extra soapy and slippery. Then he moved downward, over her tight stomach, and began soaping her prim little slit.

She quivered, feeling the slippery suds building up between her legs. Naturally, she began to feel aroused, but that sensation was not nearly enough to curb her apprehension and disgust.

Finally, Baker had played enough. He dropped the washcloth onto the floor of the shower and moved up against the young girl, pushing her back against the tile wall. Starling's breath caught in her throat as their soapy bodies slipped against each other. His chest rubbed against her soft, slippery boobs, and lower she felt his erect member brushing her creamy thighs.

Baker leaned in and kissed her. She did not return it, letting his mouth clamp around her soft lips. He reached up grabbing her by the chin and gently prying her lips apart, so when he kissed her again his slimy tongue could invade her mouth.

He tastes like cigarettes and cheap whisky,

she thought as her stomach did a backflip.

I can't do this!

"Please, wait," Starling gasped in between kisses. "Please, I don't want to do this."

Baker pulled back slightly, and glared at her for a moment.

"Please don't make me do this," she said, shaking.

"I won't," the dealer said, keeping his body pressed against her's. "But would you rather I send out those pictures then?"

"No!" she gasped. "Oh gawd..."

"The choice is yours," he said, rubbing his hard cock against her naked, soapy hip. "I won't MAKE you do anything."

"Yes, you will..." Starling whimpered dejectedly.

"It's totally up to you! You either tell me you want to send out them pictures," Baker grinned wickedly. "Or you tell me you want...THIS!" He wiggled his hips, brushing his stiff cock against her soapy mound.

I have no choice but to surrender completely,

she realized helplessly.

For the next twenty-four hours, I'm totally fucking his!

"I want this," she said, her voice barely audible. "Master."

"Convince me."

Starling looked up at him, her green eyes shone with equal measures of anger, and defeat. She slipped one hand behind his neck, pulling him into an aggressive kiss. His slimy tongue quickly filled her mouth once more. Her other hand closed around his erect member.

"I want this," she murmured, stroking his cock. "I really want this, Master."