Phantom Lady

She was a dark and stormy Knight.

Her emotions ran high and so did she, as she sprinted across the rooftops of Nazi-occupied New York City, **** to get back to the Freedom Fighters's hideout, aroused by her heroic activities of that day.

Some heroes fought the Nazis because it was the virtuous thing to do, others did it out of vengeance, but for Sandra Knight it filled a void, an altogether different void than the one she needed filling now. Being a heroine was addictive, satisfying her darkest needs, giving her the biggest thrills, for Sandra loved to be tied up or strapped down; put simply, she was a damsel who loved distress. Once it had been just criminals who'd wanted their evil way with her, but now it was Nazis with their oh-so-strict ways.

Even though she hated the Nazis, she loved their uniforms and their sadism. All afternoon, she'd been tied to a chair, tight ropes digging into her flesh, while some handsome young officer tortured her in ever more creative ways. Thankfully, when his depravity eventually got too much even for her, she'd used her safeword "Die!" as she'd strangled him between her thighs. To be fair, she'd given him a safeword too, although unfortunately he'd not guessed it in time.

As each moment replayed in her memory, she looked down at her nipples, prominent and hard beneath what was left of her already-skimpy costume, and then at the hand-shaped bruises appearing on her skin. A little make-up would conceal them, but that would have to wait, because she was now back at their hideout and it was time for more action.

She ripped off the top of her costume, her breasts heaving, as she pushed in through the door, ready for some one-fisted action with whichever Freedom Fighter she could find. She wanted to lose herself, forget the Nazis, make those unearthly sounds that were the real reason they called her Phantom Lady.

Alas, after checking all the rooms, she discovered there was no one around, but she couldn't wait any longer. That's when she decided to take matters into her own hands.