Listen a Little Longer

You decide that the information that you could gain is worth the risk. You clear your mind and allow your breathing to slow, concentrating on getting just enough air to keep you alive. The hissing tube of gas continues to pump, but for now you are able to resist its sleepy lure.

The two agents continue to talk. “I dunno,” says the first, “I’m hoping another one of those ex-Teen Champions girls. The three we got already have been easy marks.” Three of your teammates captured already! Damnit, you wish you could ask these guys questions to know specifically who they had grabbed.

“Sure, sure,” replies his partner, “But they’re all pretty low powered. This one we have in the back, Sparrowhawk, she doesn’t even have powers. Like you really need to use one of Dr. Dark’s control collars on her.”

“So the Red Queen has hooked up with Dr. Dark,” you think to yourself. Dark is usually a solo operator and you can’t imagine the quintessential mad scientist type working with the mystically powered Red Queen. The control collars sound bad; Dr. Dark was always screwing around with ways to manipulate the powers of superhumans. If he’s combined his scientific knowledge with the Red Queens magical skills, there’s no telling what they might accomplish.

“Heh,” laughs the first agent, “Powers don’t matter to me, let Her Majesty worry about the big plans and world domination and all that. I’m just saying, once you’ve had a blowjob from a CyberSprite or seen Eclipse using those shadow things to spread her ass cheeks for you, you ain’t going to be thinking about taking over Washington D.C. or whatever.”

You gasp involuntarily, shocked by the thought of two of your best friends being sexually assaulted by the Red Queen’s minions. At least now you know some of the heroes they’ve taken already. You swallow hard; if they’ve already done that to Paige and Jessica, they’re probably planning the same thing for you. Well you’re going to show them.

“You’re just a big perv,” laughs the second Pawn, “Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you were groping Sparrowhawk while she was ****. I don’t even want to know what you would have done if I wasn’t on this collection with you.”

You blush, in spite of your anger and shift in your seat, feeling the leather straps rubbing against your nipples. You had been trying not to think about how exactly you ended up tied up to this chair and totally naked. It’s bad enough that these two have seen your face out of costume; you don’t want to think about what else they might have seen.

“Yeah well, you know how it is,” the gravely-voiced man chuckles, “You watch these little whores come up from kids, always actin’ like they’re pure and sweet. You seen how they fill out those costumes; tell me why they’d be prancing around in skin tight suits like that, waving their tits around in our faces if they weren’t all giant teases.”

“No argument,” his partner says, “And I’m glad the Red Queen is giving us a chance to play around with them before she uses them for whatever she’s got planned. I’ll admit I haven’t touched breasts that firm in a long time. She got pretty wet when you fingered her, even though she was out of it.” You squeeze your legs together, glad that there’s nobody watching since you can feel yourself turning bright pink; once you get a chance you’re going to take extra time in kicking the crap out of these two.

You hear the sound of the two men exchanging a high five and roll your eyes. Clearly they’re not going to be talking about anything important, and you’re starting to feel a little bit dizzy, despite your careful breathing. Maybe now is the time to escape your restraints.