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Shadow Girl: Betrayal

by Imperator

Shadow Girl walked out of the darkness behind the bushes. Glancing at the house numbers, she said to herself, 723 Elm... This must be the place. Aside from the large bushes she had materialized from, the house was relatively open and well-lit outside. She walked to each edge of the property and couldn't see anyone nearby, which was a good sign.

She walked up to the front door and rang the bell. A glint of light caught her eye as the resident opened the peephole. Shadow Girl just smiled and waved. She heard the sound of several locks disengaging before the door finally opened. Inside the doorway was an obviously frightened woman, probably in her early to mid-thirties, with shoulder-length red hair and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt.

"Melissa Langsford?" Shadow Girl asked.

"Yes," the woman responded. "Thank God you're here! Come in. Come in!"

As Shadow Girl walked inside, she glanced at her surroundings. All the window shades were pulled, and the interior was only lit by one small lamp, which was just bright enough to prevent someone from walking into the furniture. A suitcase was sitting next to the couch, and by the bulging, Shadow Girl assumed it had been packed in a hurry.

After re-locking the door, the woman motioned for Shadow Girl to sit. Shadow Girl sat down on the couch, and Melissa sat down right next to her.

"What seems to be the problem, Melissa?" Shadow Girl asked.

The woman didn't say anything for a moment, then finally she spoke. "Have you heard of Tony Peroni?"

"Tony Piranha?" Shadow Girl exclaimed, wondering how Melissa knew one of the most influential mob bosses in the city.

"Yes. He and I were... 'intimate'. I knew what kind of business he was involved in, and that he wasn't a good man, but he treated me really nice. Plus, all the expensive gifts and celebrity treatment won me over." Melissa dropped her head into her hands for a minute. She then sat up, took a deep breath to regain her composure, and continued. "I'm not proud of my actions, but that's the way it was."

"So what happened?" Shadow Girl asked.

"The other night he..." Melissa gulped. "I saw him kill someone..."

Shadow Girl raised her eyebrows. This was big. The feds had been trying to get Tony for a long time, but whenever they thought they had a witness, the witness would either be found dead or just mysteriously disappear. Since there was never any physical evidence, Tony had managed to never be convicted, even though he was suspected of committing several dozen murders.

"...and you're afraid, since Tony knows you saw him commit the murder, that he's going to kill you, right?" Shadow Girl finished Melissa's sentence.

"Yes," cried Melissa. "Tony doesn't like witnesses, and I'm afraid he'll consider me a liability. He owns too many policemen for me to try and go to them. You can't possibly understand the kind of monster he's become. He... he killed that man with a pair of pliers, for God's sake!"

Shadow Girl couldn't even imagine how that was feasible, but she wasn't going to take the chance of one more witness disappearing. However, she couldn't be sure Melissa wanted to testify or just get away. "How long ago was this?" she asked.

"Two nights ago," sighed Melissa. "Right afterward, I came home and have been sitting here in the near-dark with Sparky ever since."

"Sparky?" asked Shadow Girl, not noticing any telltale signs of a dog.

Melissa reached down into the couch cushion and pulled out a wicked-looking stun gun. "Sparky," she said, holding it up.

"Yeowch," smiled Shadow Girl, "that's pretty nasty! Are you sure you know how to use that thing?"

"Oh, it's pretty simple," Melissa replied. "All you have to do is this!"

Without warning, Melissa's hand shot forward, and before Shadow Girl could respond, Melissa sent 15,000 volts coursing through her body. Shadow Girl's eyes rolled up, and she fell forward, unconscious.

Shadow Girl awoke to a dull ache in her arms. The memory what had happened jolted her the rest of the way awake, not that it really mattered. Melissa had moved her to a stiff wooden chair and tied her to it. Each of her ankles was bound to one of the front legs. Another rope was tied just underneath her bust, holding her to the back of the chair. Her wrists had apparently been tied together in front, then pulled over and behind her head and tied down somewhere in the back. Finally, several strips of duct tape covered her mouth. Shadow Girl cursed to herself. She thought she had learned her lesson, and tucked a small blade in the sole of her boot, but a fat load of good that did her tied in this position.

"Good, you're awake."

Shadow Girl turned to follow the voice. There stood Melissa, now completely different from before. Gone was the dowdy, haggard-looking woman who met her at the door. In her place was a cleaned-up minx in a tight-fitting strapless dress, high heels, and groomed hair, applying slut-red lipstick in the hallway mirror.

Melissa walked over and sat down sideways on Shadow Girl's lap, turning slightly so she was facing her. With the palms of her hands, Melissa rubbed the length of Shadow Girl's gag, ensuring it was firmly adhered. Then Melissa hooked her fingers inside the straps of Shadow Girl's leotard and pulled down on the collar until Shadow Girl's breasts were exposed. Despite some angry mmmph'ing, Melissa gently began fondling Shadow Girl's breasts.

"These are nice," Melissa mused. "I could have sworn you had some work done, but they feel completely natural."

Melissa sharply pinched each of Shadow Girl's nipples, making her jump and squeal.

"...and sensitive, too. I wonder if your lips are this sensitive, too," Melissa muttered as she reached down with her left hand and began massaging Shadow Girl's slit with her index and middle fingers, continuing to fondle Shadow Girl's left breast with her right hand.

Shadow Girl's back began to arch as Melissa's talented fingers did their work on her breast and pussy. Just as she began to approach climax, Melissa stopped and got up. Shadow Girl moaned, partly out of relief, yet partly out of frustration.

Melissa walked back to the mirror and readjusted her dress and hair. "Unfortunately, you're not tied up like that just so I can fuck you," she said. "I actually work for Tony at the Baby Doll Escort Agency, and I'm tired of fucking all the abusive scumbags he does business with, who get a free night with me instead of a thank-you card. Although Tony says I can buy my way out at any time, all the shitheads he sends me are expecting a freebie and don't tip at all, meaning I'm pretty much stuck in Tony's whorehouse for the rest of my life, or at least until I get old and ugly."

Done with her preening, Melissa strode back into the room and sat down on the arm of the sofa facing Shadow Girl.

"That's where you come in, sweetheart," she continued. "Short of robbing a jewelry store, there's no way I'm going to get the $250,000 to buy my freedom before my looks start to go. I'm hoping a superheroine, all nice and gift-wrapped like you are, is worth at least that much, if not more. Nothing personal, but it's you or me, and since I've got the upper hand, it's going to be you."

Shadow Girl's eyes widened, and she began struggling furiously against her ropes, whining incoherently through the gag in the hopes that she might reach some iota of decency in Melissa. Tony Piranha was well-known as one of the more sadistic criminals in the city, and she could only imagine the kind of torture he would subject her to.

"Don't try appealing to my better nature, because I don't have one," replied Melissa. "Besides, I called him while you were out cold, and he should be here any minute."

As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Melissa shot to her feet, straightening her dress and adjusting her bosom. Shadow Girl realized that Melissa had never bothered to recover her breasts, so in addition to being tied to a chair to be sold like a piece of meat, she was going to have the added humiliation of her boobs on display for all to see.

Melissa opened the door, and a large hulk of a man entered the room. Quickly scanning the room with his eyes, he looked back at the doorway and said, "Looks all clear, boss."

Tony Peroni strode in the door as if he owned the place. Melissa bounded towards him, but the bodyguard stepped in between them. Shadow Girl thought she saw another man outside, but apparently he was going to remain on the stoop as a lookout. "Check her for bugs and weapons," Tony ordered.

The bodyguard roughly frisked Melissa, patting down every square inch of her frame. Like she's going to be able to conceal anything in that outfit, Shadow Girl thought to herself.

Not finding anything, the bodyguard stepped aside and said, "She's clean, boss."

"So, Melissa," Tony beamed, "I'm told you're ready to buy out your contract. I'm surprised you managed to save up that much money so fast!"

"Not exactly," Melissa smiled. "I've got something much better! See, I captured Shadow Girl, and want to trade her instead!"

Tony's face fell. "I'm sorry; would you run that by me again?"

"Shadow Girl... the superheroine?" Melissa stammered. "That's her. I captured her and thought she'd easily be worth the $250K."

Tony looked over at Shadow Girl, shaking his head. "Melissa, you always were a stupid bitch, but I never realized just how stupid you really were. A heroine isn't a TV or a set of diamonds. You can't just go to a freakin' pawn shop and sell a superhero. Besides, if she ever did escape, you've just implicated me in front of her. How much have you told her about me?"

"N-n-nothing," Melissa uttered, backing away from Tony, until she bumped into the mountainous bodyguard who had moved in behind her. She tried to step away, but the bodyguard grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back. Holding both of her wrists with one of his massive hands, the bodyguard reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He roughly snapped them into place around Melissa's wrists, then held her still as Tony approached her.

Tony snapped open a switchblade. Too scared to speak, Melissa watched in horror as Tony gently placed the blade in her cleavage, and in one swift motion, slit the dress from bust to hemline, causing it to fall away. In only her panties, stockings, and shoes, Melissa watched as Tony retrieved the roll of duct tape she'd used to gag Shadow Girl. Two more flicks of Tony's knife freed Melissa from her panties, which Tony wadded up and shoved in her mouth, following them with several strips of tape. Naked and helpless, Melissa attempted to plead with Tony through her gag.

"Shut up and listen," ordered Tony. "You're going to get your wish, Melissa. After tonight, you won't have to fuck anyone else for me."

Melissa's eyebrows rose.

Grinning like his namesake, Tony added, "Mostly because you'll be at the bottom of a lake with a couple of cinderblocks chained to your neck."

Melissa began crying and squirming frantically to no avail.

Looking up at the bodyguard, Tony said, "Vito, as my thank-you to you for your service over the years, I'm going to let you give this whore her last fuck. No need to be gentle, either. The crawfish aren't going to care what she looks like when they're chewing on her dead flesh."

Showing his first emotion of the night, a big smile spread over Vito's face. Turning Melissa around, he ducked down, lifted Melissa up on his shoulder, and carried her, kicking and moaning, into a side room.

Tony paused for a minute listening to several loud thumps and Melissa's stifled screams before turning towards Shadow Girl. He walked around Shadow Girl a few times, finally stopping directly in front of her. "The real question is," he remarked, "whether or not you're the real deal or just some bimbo off the street Melissa stuffed into a costume. It doesn't really matter, though, since either way you're gonna end up at the bottom of a lake. Nice tits, though."

Shadow Girl frowned and muttered something incoherent through the gag.

Smiling slightly at her futile defiance, Tony pulled out his switchblade again. Two quick swipes severed the shoulder straps of Shadow Girl's leotard. Then he grabbed the crotch between his fingers and cut it. Finally, a long vertical slice freed Shadow Girl of the leotard altogether.

"Very nice," Tony said, admiring Shadow Girl's lithe physique. "Guido, get in here!" he shouted towards the door.

A third man entered the room. Although he was smaller than Tony, Shadow Girl sensed he was probably the most dangerous of the three. Something in his eyes just screamed that he was a stone-cold killer.

"Guido, keep her covered. If she tries anything funny, shoot her in the gut."

Guido pulled out a shiny .44 Magnum and leveled it at Shadow Girl. Guido's expression never changed, and Shadow Girl's wide-eyed gaze darted between the gun muzzle and Guido's all-business stare.

Tony untied the rope holding Shadow Girl's wrists behind her head. "Put your hands on your lap, and don't move 'em," he ordered.

Shadow Girl did as she was told, while Tony freed her torso from the back of the chair. He then untied her ankles and ordered Shadow Girl to stand up.

Taking her arm, Tony led her over to the back of the couch. He then tied her right ankle to the right rear leg of the couch. Moving over to her left ankle, he tightened the rope, spreading Shadow Girl's legs so that she could barely stand without leaning over the couch.

This wasn't going to be an issue, however, as Tony moved around the front, tied a rope between the couch's two front legs, then retied the rope dangling from Shadow Girl's wrists to the center, pulling tightly enough that Shadow Girl was bent almost horizontal.

Shadow Girl heard Tony's knife flick open, and then felt Tony grabbing the waistline of her hose and panties. Several tearing sounds later, her pelvic region was completely devoid of cloth.

"Damn, look at that ass," exclaimed Tony, giving her backside a hard slap.

Shadow Girl squealed in pain and bucked against her ropes, succeeding only in making Tony smile.

Tony placed his hand between Shadow Girl's thighs, stroking her mound. Between the excitement and Melissa's previous stroking, it wasn't long before Shadow Girl's breathing deepened and her pussy became wet.

Not one to waste time, Vito undid his pants with his free hand and pulled out his rock-hard penis, thrusting into Shadow Girl's vagina as soon as it was free.

Shadow Girl grunted as Tony plunged into her like a piston. Tony grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged back on it with each forward thrust, adding more to the sensation with each stroke.

Finally, Tony climaxed, his body shuddering as emptied his testicles. Shadow Girl was only a moment behind him, screaming partially in pleasure, but more in distress.

Tony pulled out of Shadow Girl and unceremoniously wiped his dick off on her butt. After tucking and refastening his pants, he looked over at Guido. "See if Vito is finished with Melissa. We need to get going if we want to drop off these packages before the sun comes up."

Guido nodded and knocked on the door, pausing a moment before entering. Meanwhile, Tony moved to the front of the couch and began untying Shadow Girl's wrists.

"Once these are loose, put 'em behind your back, and don't try anything funny," he warned, patting his gun holster.

With her feet still tied to the back of the couch Shadow Girl knew any attempt would just get her in even deeper trouble, so she complied, taking just a few seconds to flex her fingers to try and restore some of the feeling to her hands.

Tony quickly retied her wrists behind her back, then untied her feet, pushed them together, and lashed her ankles tight against one another.

Meanwhile, Guido and Vito were exiting the room, with Vito carrying a still-bound and near-unconscious Melissa over his shoulder. Shadow Girl was almost relieved that Tony had merely raped her, as Melissa's body was covered in fresh bruises.

"Take 'em to the car, boys, and hogtie 'em in the trunk," Tony ordered, readjusting his suit.

Guido walked over to Shadow Girl, put his shoulder in her waist, and lifted her up. Helpless, Shadow Girl remained still as the two women were carried out to the car.

Vito popped open the trunk on the large sedan and let Guido drop Shadow Girl in the back. Guido swiftly tied Shadow Girl's wrists and ankles together then pushed her towards the back of the trunk. Melissa followed soon after, receiving the same treatment. Slowly, Guido lowered the hatch, forcing the two women onto their sides so it could close all the way.

Immediately, Shadow Girl went for the blade stowed in her boot, but the cramped trunk was too hard to move around in.

Wait a minute, it's dark in here! she realized.

Waiting until the car started up, she opened a portal and rolled through it, landing roughly on the cold floor of the HOTTIE headquarters.

Battle Lass was working at the computers and nearly jumped out of her chair when she heard the "thump".

"Shadow Girl?" she exclaimed. "What the heck...?"

Rushing to Shadow Girl's side, Battle Lass snapped the ropes binding Shadow Girl and removed the tape covering her mouth.

"What happened?" Battle Lass asked.

"Let's just say a 'damsel in distress' wasn't really so," grumbled Shadow Girl. "Tony Piranha had me in a trunk and was taking me to the lake to become fish food."

Battle Lass raised her eyebrows. "Tony Piranha? Boy, no one can call you an underachiever! The feds have been trying to pin something on him for months!" Thinking for a second, she asked, "Say, I don't suppose you can open a portal back to the trunk?"

"I should be able to," Shadow Girl replied. "But why?"

"I've got an idea..."

The sedan slowly backed down the abandoned pier, stopping about ten feet from the water next to a stack of cinderblocks. The mobsters got out and walked to the back of the car. Instinctively, Tony pulled out his gun.

"Get the bitches out and tie a couple blocks around their necks," he ordered, darting his head back and forth, looking for any possible witnesses.

Vito opened the trunk, and Guido lifted Melissa out of the back. Melissa was trying to talk excitedly through her gag, but the sound was unintelligible.

"For once in your life, just shut the hell up," growled Tony.

Vito looked into the back and stopped. "Hey, isn't Shadow Girl's costume black?" he asked.

"We tore off her costume, so she shouldn't even be wearing one," Tony replied, still distracted by Melissa's muffled pleas. "Why?"

Vito scratched his head, "I just thought her costume was black, not blue."

"Oh, I'll show you black and blue," came a voice from the trunk.

Battle Lass pounced out of the trunk and quickly beat the thugs down. Shadow Girl, in a new costume, appeared moments later.

"Not too shabby, B.L.," she beamed, giving the fallen Tony a swift kick in the ribs. "Not so tough now, are you, asshole?"

"What about her?" Battle Lass asked, pointing to Melissa.

"Oh, I'm sending her to jail, too," frowned Shadow Girl. "After all, none of us would even be here if it weren't for her!"

Melissa just stared daggers at Shadow Girl. Whenever she got out, she was really going to make Shadow Girl pay.

The End