Relax and "Relieve Some Tension."

You settle down onto your couch, continuing loosen your costume. Taking hold of the hidden zipper, you open the suit down to your navel. As Sparrowhawk, you wear a specially designed lightweight costume that provides all the support you need and allows you to go braless, keeping you flexibility and agility at peak. Your hands lazily caress back up your firm stomach, pulling your costume open and exposing your breasts. Smiling to yourself, you pinch your nipples briefly, before pressing your breasts together while you squirm on the couch. Letting out a quiet sigh, you lean back and continue to squeeze and caress your breasts, feeling you nipples start to harden under your hands.

Without your belt, it is easy to slide you hand down your body, slipping beneath the suit and into your panties. The tips of your fingers brush across the closely shaved strip of your pubic hair before drifting down to rubs your outer lips. Tilting your neck down, you lift your breast and let your tongue flick out to tease your nipple, enjoying the little flashes of pleasure as you do. Feeling the heat of your growing arousal, you push your middle finger into your sex with an audible groan.

Your finger is sliding in and out of your pussy faster now, making slick sounds as it plunges in and out of your wetness. You add a second finger easily and use your thumb to press and circle your clit, all attention focused now on your masturbation. Your eyes clench shut as the sensations race through your body, your chest heaving as you suck in deep, gasping breaths, lost in your own private pleasure. You spread your legs wide open, feeling yourself approach the peak, nearing orgasm with each wanton thrust of your fingers.

Your head falls back, your mouth hanging open as quiet whimpers blossom into jubilant moans. Your body is trembling, sweat soaking into the fabric of your costume again. Your feel your orgasm rushing towards you, overwhelming everything else as the pleasure takes hold. You spasm on the couch, feeling every muscle in your body seem to tense all at once and then loosen completely as your pussy clenches tight around your fingers.

You cry out. And in that moment, just when you are at your most ****, your enemy strikes. A red-gloved hand clamps down over your wide-open mouth, pressing a strange smelling cloth against your lips and nose. Unable to stop yourself, you breathe in deeply, tasting the sweet flavor of whatever concoction is on the man’s cloth. Your eyes fly open and you try to stand up, but a second attacker pushes you back down roughly, his hands gripping your shoulders. The impact forces you to take another deep breath and inhale more of the chemical from the cloth.

There are two of them, each dressed identically in blood-red Kevlar suits with full masks that cover their entire heads; only a pair of rounded red-tinted goggles making the men’s heads look like something other than manikins. On their chest, each of the suits bears a white insignia in the shape of a chess piece. With a start you realize that these are some of The Red Queen’s pawns; how did she find out your identity?

You bring your knee up, driving it into the stomach of the man on top of you and kicking him away when he stumbles back. You wrench yourself from the grip of the man behind you and try to take a fighting stance. Your costume hangs off of you, still open as you climb to your feet, trying to keep an eye on both of the Pawns at the same time. You feel dizzy and your knees are rubbery and unsteady; one of the Pawns feints towards you and you throw a wild punch, unable to control yourself as you stumble towards him. The strike connects and he falls back, but his partner is on you from behind in the same instant. He grabs you in a bear hug and lifts you off the ground, your legs kicking in the air weakly. Everything starts to spin around you as the first man steps forward again, pushing the cloth back into your face.

You shake your head, trying to hold your breath but you can already feel your body going limp. Whatever anaesthetic they used was more powerful than simple chloroform. Your vision blurs as your eyes roll upwards. Your struggle a moment longer, but then darkness claims you as you pass out into a **** slumber.