Thread: Nightfall (Trixie x Iron & Wine)

From somewhere behind the wall of static, Nora - Nightshade - could feel him watching her in that most intimate of moments in the dingy tenement apartment. She was totally exposed for the camera, her heels on the chair, her bare smooth pussy utterly visible. Even if the video was posted online, Nora could take comfort that this was saving the teenager Mindi from rape and possibly death. It should have been hard to arouse herself given the grim situation, but for Nora it was surprisingly easy, and though she tried to be quiet, soft moans inevitably escaped her lips as an unexpectedly powerful orgasm crashed over her. As her ragged breathing came back under control, she heard that crackly sing-song voice over the feed, Impressive display. You've got a lovely little pussy I wouldn't mind paying her a visit sometime. Congratulations, Nightshade, you've just saved Mindi here... The video shifted to the sugar skull masked brute unlocking the terrified curly black-haired plump teen Mindi. Her and the other girl, a slender athletic brunette, recoiled from the brute as he approached. Undoing Mindi's hands from the chain restraints, the brute grasped her by the cuff of her neck dragging her out of what appeared to be some kind of prison cell. Mindi whimpered, pleading not to be hurt. It was clar her wrists were rubbed raw from her captivity. You're free Mindi. Go. Ordered the modulated voice of SR-0 behind the camera. Incredulous, Mindi began backing away, then stumbled over her own feet as she ran for the stairs up. It occurred to Nora that SR-0 was working on a tight timeframe just as she was. Once the first girl...Lauren...who'd been released got help, police would be at his location within half an hour, an hour tops. Something creaked out in the hallway, and Nora's trained ears marked it as someone approaching the apartment she was in. Meanwhile the monitor displayed the last teen...Stacy...an athletic brunette who quietly watched the camera, perhaps too frightened to protest, or secretly hoping her chance at escape would come like the other two. Just one more girl left, Nightshade, then you can be the heroine, but this one I've grown fond of. She's my favorite, aren't you Stacy? The girl shook her head as the camera approached her. You'll have to do more than just touch yourself on camera if you want Stacy released unsullied... A black gloved hand stroked the side of the teen's face, and she tried to recoil but had nowhere to go, and so resorted to crying quietly. Whoever was outside was pausing on the opposite side of the door, the distinctive click of a safety switch being flicked on a semiautomatic handgun. It was enough time for the nude-save-for-her-mask Nora to grab and aim her Tek-9 machine pistol. Police! I'm coming in! The man whirled into the room, and was utterly taken aback by the scene. A woman crumpled on the bed, the nude masked vigilante Nightshade propped on a chair with her gun trained at him, and a complex video rig displaying a sobbing teen on the monitor. Right away, Nora recognized him as Detective Elliot Sykes, partner to Delaney he'd come in plain clothes far ahead of the rest of the police force, so that meant he was alone. Where's the suspect? He kept his pistol trained on Nightshade, totally unsure what to think. Who-- what the fu-- Stacy, baby, it's me, it's your daddy. He called to the scene on the monitor. This was what SR-0 had meant when he said he was sending a cop. Detective Sykes' gut told him Nightshade wasn't the threat, but she still had a weapon trained on him. The girl Stacy become hysteric and called out to her father to save her. SR-0 gave some command that wasn't audible over the teen's hysterics, but the sugar skull wearing thug approached her, reaching under her jean miniskirt to grab her panties and brutally rip them off to a sharp cry, roll them in a bundle, and stuff them in Stacy's mouth. You son of a bitch! Cursed Sykes, keeping one eye on Nightshade and the other on the monitor. He was just at the cusp of middle-age, a sharp detective who had been a pain in Nora's ass time and again, but she always managed to outsmart him. Unlike Delaney who was a bit obsessed with the vigilante, Sykes remembered Nightmare for saving several of his buddies in a firefight. Some thugs might suffer more than due process would allow, but then again the City's justice system was broken how many of Sykes' arrests got to walk thanks to a dirty DA and cash under the table? Just, lower the weapon. I'm holstering my firearm, alright, just lower the weapon. He tentatively made a move to holster, watching Nightshade closely to make sure she followed suit. They knew Nightshade was a woman, but with her body bared like that, Sykes guessed she was in her mid-twenties, far younger than the Vigilante Task Force expected. Again the monitor turned to white and black grains of static, with only the hint of a figure behind them. Detective Sykes, you came as promised, and I will release your daughter unharmed as promised. It's very simple. All you and the vigilante Nightshade have to do is fuck for the camera here. If you refuse, then my helper there starts taking more articles of clothing from your pretty teen daughter until I can't hold back and just have to try her out for size. It was a dark joke referencing the fact that all the rape victims had vaginal micro-tears on account of the perpetrator having a heavily-endowed cock. With their weapons out of the way, Sykes exchanged glances with Nightshade. You sick son of a bitch! There's no way I'm- You're like 15 years younger than me! It's wrong, I am married. No, there's got to be- The image on the monitor cut back to the terrified Stacy getting manhandled by the thug as the camera jostled slightly and SR-0 brought a thin butterfly knife up to the center of her halter top, cutting it open with one neat gesture to reveal her developing breasts in a pink bra. Get that knife the fuck away from my daughter! Yelled Sykes as SR-0 groped Stacy's breasts with his black gloved hand. Stacy sobbed, all she could say was 'Daddy, please...' Damnit! Fuck, I'll do it, just don't hurt her. I'll do it, you son of a bitch. Please, he turned to Nightshade, help me save my daughter. I know I've got no right to ask you. Please. The modulated voice came thru, taunting her. Let's make it a game. If you fuck and the Detective here cums inside you, then I let Stacy go. If you get him to cum three times, in your ass and mouth as well, I will tell you exactly where to find me. If he doesn't cum at all, I let Stacy here taste my cock before I let her go. We only have half an hour before the cops, well the real cops who can protect their daughters, show. I'd stop wasting time.