Bide your time

You weren't strong enough to take him on and you knew it. Resigning yourself to your fate, you decided to gather your strength and wait for an opportunity to kick his ass.

"What's your name?" he asked as he caressed your ass.

"Nightingale," you wheezed through gritted teeth.

"Well, Nightingale, don't take this personally. Every girl super gets bent over in a back-alley at some point. Honestly you should take it as a compliment - it means you're attractive enough for people to fuck you instead of just putting a bullet in your skull." Holding your hips, he began easing into you surprisingly gently, and you moaned softly.

"Mm-hmm ... oh, yeah," he whispered as he started rocking your body back and forth with his thrusts. His cock slid in and out of your pussy which was already moistening, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks.

As he fucked you, he softly brushed your hair behind your ear, and you shuddered in pleasure and recognition. "You like that, huh, Nightingale?" he panted.

"One of my boyfriends used to do that," you moaned.

He laughed. "Really? What was his name?"

"Brandon."

"Well, seeing as I'm not going to tell you my real name, you can call me 'Brandon', if you'd like," he said with a chuckle.

You weren't sure how to respond to that, but 'Brandon' solved that problem by slipping his hand down to your clit and rubbing fiercely; you groaned and felt pleasure begin to cloud your mind. "Oh my God," you gasped.

"Better cum soon, Nightingale - I'm pretty close myself," he whispered in your ear. Barely after he finished his sentence, your brain devolved into a storm of sparks and fireworks, and your knees buckled. "Whoa, careful," Brandon said, wrapping his hands around your waist to stop you from collapsing.

With your pussy spasming around his cock, he pulled out only a few thrusts later, and you felt drops of warm cum hit your back and begin to roll down your skin as he groaned loudly. "Ooh boy, I needed that," he chuckled. Gently, he laid you down against the dumpster, pulled your bikini bottoms back up to cover your privates, and said, "I'm truly sorry about this."

You looked over your shoulder, about to ask 'Sorry about what?', but your eyes widened as you saw one of your stun batons heading towards you. The last thing you heard before you blacked out was the zap of electricity.

*

Groaning, you awoke with something digging into your back and a strange, unpleasant smell in your nostrils. You sat up and hit your head on something, and clutched your head. More slowly this time, you felt around the space you were in, feeling objects wrapped in plastic and the plastic walls of the container. You pushed against the walls, but nothing budged.

Punching the ceiling in frustration, you were surprised when you felt very little resistance, and the lid of the dumpster flew open. Ew. You scrambled out and brushed a banana skin off your shoulder before looking around.

Thankfully, you were alone in the alley. Searching around, you eventually found both of your stun batons, along with a note:

PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. SEE YOU AROUND.

You shivered in disgust, but despite yourself your pussy moistened slightly at the memory.

After collecting yourself and stowing your batons in your utility belt, you grappled up to the roof and began making your way back to your base across the rooftops. You were much slower than you had been on the way here, as your body was sore from the beating you'd taken, but you managed to make it home without any further incidents.

After entering the passcode into a keypad by the hidden entrance to your hideout, the 'air vent' slid aside and you climbed down the ladder below. You pressed a button at the bottom of the ladder, and the vent slid back into position.

"Rikki?"

Smiling at the familiar sound of her voice, you walked into the 'command center' - a room with a large computer, racks of gadgets, gym equipment and a few first aid kits - and saw your best friend and assistant, Julia, in the chair in front of the computer. Her tanned face broke into a grin, and she leapt to her feet and ran towards me, but stopped abruptly a foot away, holding her nose.

"Jesús, you smell!" she said, coughing slightly. "Really bad."

"Yeah, I need a shower," you said as you brushed past her.

"How'd it go?" she asked, adjusting her glasses. "Whoa, that's a lot of bruises," she said, glancing at my exposed midriff; my skin was mottled black and blue from the impacts of Brandon's punches and kicks.

"I'll explain later ... right now I really need a shower."