It's the deadline and there's no response from the league

Eventually the adrenaline of awaiting your fate wears off, and you can't help but be profoundly fatigued as hour after hour of tedium dragged by. Weren't the police supposed to be looking for these guys? How many disused casinos in this city could there be? It's times like this that you really envy psychics. Sure, you may have a superpower, but all that it can do when you get yourself bound and gagged is let you scream for help louder.

"Hey!" You eventually lose your dignity and shout down at the henchmen. "This is ridiculous! When has this ever worked? I mean, there's not even a deathtrap or anything - can't you see that the only way this is going to end up is with Maiden America or somebody shows up and smashes you all through the walls with her pinky finger?"

"Heh heh," one of them chuckles, finally sparing you a glance. "You weren't listenin' were you? Come tomorrow you're gonna be somebody else's problem, babydoll, and if that somebody gets slapped around by a super, I somehow doubt the new boss is going to be crying her eyes out about it, hah!"

You grumble and try to keep Dr. Rainbow's spirits up with a little one-sided conversation. "Don't worry, we'll get them in the end - I promise." you say to her. Eventually, the uncomfortable position the two of you are bound up in exhausts you enough that you fall into a deeper sleep than you ever could on a warm comfortable bed.

Midway through the night you have a very odd dream. You hear a high-pitched, squeaky giggling right in your ear. Eyelids fluttering lazily open, you see an orange cat crouched on the roulette wheel next to you. "Ohhh, didn't take you long to end up in a cage. Bet all that fancy kung-fu shit didn't help you none at all against a real villain. But I think this will be a good lesson to you not to try and run off and go after the big fish without your mentor's help."

The cat teasingly flicks its tail over your face as it whispers in your ear. "In fact I think I'll, heh, be a fly on the wall. I mean, I could bust you out right here and now, but I wouldn't want to go interfering with your master plan, right?"

While you're still too bewildered to respond, the feline dashes off and disappears in the shadows under some gaming tables. You're left blinking in confusion, only fully coming out of the half-awake dream state when the cat is gone. Was that a dream? You do have some very odd ones. But then again, consider the city you live in.

In the morning, Queen and her three brats finally reappear. Club, it seems, wasn't able to fully repair the damage that you and Dr. Rainbow did to his power armor, and the delicate hand and arm that had gotten mangled were replaced with simple steel caps, leaving him capable of punching and not much else. Spade and Diamond came over to tease you and Dr. Rainbow a bit more.

You definitely get the worst of it; not only is your outfit hiked up higher, leaving your breasts fully exposed to anyone looking in your direction, but Diamond puts a couple of bar-style nipple clamps on you, both for humiliation and to make sure that Queen has a very **** and sensitive pair of metal handles to lead you around by, in case you get any ideas about running. Then your top is tugged back down over the clamps. You try to will your buds to stop stiffening under all the attention but you're left with an ongoing, arousing pinching sensation.

Although the chains are finally removed from your hands and feet, before you and Dr. Rainbow are loaded into the stealthy limousine, a couple of thick metal chokers are looped around your necks. They aren't tight, but the lengths of chain are thick and heavy, and linked together so that you'd need heavy bolt cutters to remove them.

"Very good, very good. You two are looking nice." Queen says snidely. "My girls asked me to keep you around a couple more days as toys, but business is business, especially when it's personal. Besides, they can always look you up later. Assuming you survive, that is. I don't want to have to keep you gagged, so... you know what will happen if you start saying things you shouldn't or try to break free?"

Spade-9 put her hands around her own neck and started making exaggerated **** noises for effect. "Yes, thank you dear." Queen said, amused.

"So - you're going to be playthings for some very bad men, to convince them to smooth things over between them and their boss, who is the one I really have an interest in. You'll do anything they want - with each other, with them, all of it.

"Gee, I don't know about this. What kind of games are we going to be playing? This sounds pervy." Dr. Rainbow said with a pout.

"Snrrrrk, hahahaa." Diamond giggled. "My guess is 'twister'." Queen chuckled as well and waved a hand at her daughter. "Now, now, don't tease the poor girl. She's going to be going through enough already. Especially if all goes as planned and we manage to bring her and Nightingale back with us for another spin of the wheel. I know that the two of you have just been dying to break out some of your more elaborate toys for her."

You were silent; a cold horror was welling up inside you. Not that you were about to get **** into more dirty and degrading sex acts - you had a plan to avoid that, and if worst came to worst, well, you'd always known that was a possibility. No - what was chilling your spine now was the realization that you'd promised you'd give your mom a call and it was increasingly looking like you'd miss that window. She'd know beyond all doubt.

Surprising Diamond and Spade, you jump into the back seat of the limo and sit down stiffly without being ****. "Well, come on, let's get this over with!" you say to the two of them. "You've already wasted one of my precious nights, and I'm certainly not going to stand for being kept in a cage a second!" They exchanged a look and forcibly applied a ball gag to both you and Dr. Rainbow before getting moving, not trusting your intentions.

When the invisible limousine came to a halt and the doors were at last opened for you and your poor partner, you were in an exceptionally roomy garage with six different imported sports cars. A couple of muscle-bound goons with the suit-and-mirrorshades look were standing guard in front of the door leading into the mansion proper, and one of each of them took hold of you and Dr. Rainbow by the shoulders, steering you to your destination and barely letting you take one step out of line.
After going through a hallway lined with what seemed to be signed posters and other memorabilia from heroes and heroines, you come to a game room with a mahogany pool table at the center. Standing at said table is a tanned, balding man in his early fifties chalking the tip of a cuestick. He was just wearing a polo shirt, but from the casual way he carried himself and the smoking cigar in an ashtray next to him, he was the owner of this place. Standing inconspicuously in the corner was another goon in a suit - this one was even bigger, a good six and a half-feet tall. His bald head and tough guy scowl put you in mind of some TV wrestler.

"Ahhh, and the lady of the hour arrives, and not short on what she promised." the owner of the mansion said, eyeing you and Dr. Rainbow with a lascivious smirk. "So these are the real thing?" He wasn't trying to hide the fact that he was staring at you.

"They are indeed, Antonio." Queen said proudly. "I hope that you're as prepared to deliver on your end of the bargain."

"Hell of a risk," the older man said with a slight shake of his head. "Could get me killed. Ahh - but you know how to convince guys to make risky bets, don't you babe?" He rubbed his hands together. "I see you weren't exaggerating over the phone either. The hair, that chin, those cheekbones, and those enchanting curves... The very image of Nightingale all those years ago, hah! Except dressed a bit more to my taste. How'd you do it, Queenie? Cloning? A shapeshifter pal? Some other kinda super-science? This better not be some THING Dr. Fausto whipped up that's going to mutate into some kinda monstrosity halfway through."

Queen chuckled musically and walked over behind Antonio, putting an arm around his waist and pressing her voluptuous chest up against his side. "No, not at all - so far as I know, there's no super-science here except old fashioned biology. Most likely the original made herself a nest and laid an egg, so to speak, hmhmhm. And now she's all yours - plus another fresh young heroine ripe for defilement, as a bonus. Does that fulfill my side of the wager?"

"You bet it does." The mansion-owner grinned at you and Rainbow viciously with yellowed teeth. "Let's play."

While you watched helplessly, Queen took one of the cuesticks and teased it up between her legs and over her breasts before dramatically bending over the table to break. After wiggling her black latex-clad bottom, she broke and sent colorful balls scattering everywhere. "Ooops. Not a single one in the pockets. Well, perhaps you can get some 'in the pocket' yourself?"

Queenie's 'opponent' started sinking them one and two at a time with expertly lined up shots. Queen of Spades didn't seem bothered by this in the least, and even applauded Antonio after each. You saw what was happening - she didn't at all mind letting this bastard win you and your partner as prizes, figuring that the mobster would be willing to do anything she wanted out of gratitude.

You subtly looked around the room, trying to think of anything you could use. You were fairly sure you knew of this guy - Tony Signoria, right hand man of the biggest figure in Acropolis City's non-powered underworld. That meant you'd be out in the middle of a private estate in the hills around town - too far for any amount of noise you made to carry. You could try tripping the alarms to distract Tony and his security by producing a glass-shattering note in the hallway, but the Full House gang likely wouldn't be fooled.

"Yoo-hoo," you called in an ultrasonic frequency too high for human hearing. "Miss talking cat? Are you still here? I think you've waited long enough, I've learned my lesson - could you go ahead and do something?"

The guy came over and rubbed the thick end of his cuestick against your unclothed navel. "Well, look at that... closing in, ain't I, Nightingale? I just never could get enough of you masked beauties flaunting your sexy asses in costumes that cover less than a swimsuit..." He looks back over to Queen, who is looking like the cat who ate the canary. "So, Queenie," he said, rubbing his hands eagerly. "Looks like this'll be the shot that wins it for me if my luck keeps up. You've been such a good sport though, I think I'm on board for your little 'change in management' all the same."

The supervillainess licks one of her index fingers seductively. "I thought you might be. After all, once that geriatric fool is out of the way and every major crew and gang in the city is kissing your ring instead, you'll be having a new gift-wrapped heroine dropped in your lap weekly. Here, why don't I start getting the other one warmed up so you'll have some variety..."

You have to stop yourself from lunging at her as Queen steps behind Dr. Rainbow and flips her skirt up, exposing her cotton panties with little cartoon rainbows and unicorns printed on them. Taking her pool cue she began forcefully pressing the thin end up against Rainbow's crotch, soon producing a little wet spot and making the petite heroine blush and hide her face in humiliation. Soon she switched to the thick end and started inserting it outright. The show was so entertaining that it took Mr. Signoria an awful long time to line up his last shot.

Holding your breath, you hoped for rescue... and that Julia could do a convincing enough impression of your voice to keep up the charade with your mother. Honestly, if you had to pick between the two, you'd probably go with the latter.