Call the number

Rebecca walked over to the phone and with a shaking hand, picked up the phone and dialed the number. After listening the ringer for a few times, the line picked up. "Merry Christmas my dear Defender." Said a sauve and sexy voice that made Rebecca's voice catch in her throat. Shaking the thoughts from her head she spoke. "Die Hard is on right now you perverted creep. What do you want?" He chuckled on the other line. "I was in town and wanted to see my favorite ****." "I am not your ****." He laughed again. "I seem to recall you being obident last time I saw you. And it didn't take much to make you call me." Rebecca blushed. "I don't know what game you are playing Nightclown but I'm not playing. Now turn off your little message system and let me watch my movie." "Well if you insist, there are plenty of other willing particpates in this city of yours." Rebecca sighed. Of course he'd say that. She knew he wasn't bluffing either. "Fine. Where would you like to meet?" "Oh you know where to find me. Don't keep me waiting." He hung up. Rebecca put down the phone and sighed. So much for enjoying the holidays in peace.

Rebecca peeled off her cloths and began to transform into her alter ego of Defender. Since it was the dead of winter, she put on her winter costume, which consisted of thicker panty hoes, a long sleeve leotard with her trademark star spangled design. It had a plunging V-neck to show off her clevage but it had alight bit of mesh so that the cold couldn't get int. She also added a pair of gloves to keep her hands cold. The last piece was a a large, fleecy cape that went all the way down to her ankles and was wide enough to wrap around her body. It also had hood to help deal with the weather. It was a big more modest than her typical costume but it was better than freezing to ****.

The last piece was of course Defender's magic belt, which made her completely industructable. Something that Nightlord was fully aware of as she had told him last time they had spent together. As she snapped her belt into place, her thoughts drifted back to those days she was in his clutchs. The way he touched her, the things he said to her, the kinky situations she put her in....and now she was hoping to experience it all again. Checking herself in the mirror, she was satisfyed with what she saw. She thought to herself though.....she walked back out to her room and picked up some perfume from her beauty stand and sprayed some on. She then mounted her pole and slide down to her secret garage where she then hopped on her motorcycle and road off towards her destination.

2o mins later, she had arrived. It was of course, an old abandoned warehouse that Nightlord had transformed into a maze of traps, perils and prison cells. Defender remembered the last time she was here. She came expecting things to be easy and she entered without much thought. Next thing she knew, she had a chloroform rag pressed to her face and was waking up in one of Nightlord's cells. Being informed of the rules of the game via an intercom. Defender considered what she should do. She could just walk in the front door and into the waiting clutches of Nightlord or she could look around and see if there was another way in. Or she could call Nightlord to let her know she was here and ask where she could let herself in. Assuming he didn't already know she was here.