Simply removing the hood from Hope’s face made her skin tingle. It wasn’t the temperature. It was the abrupt change in sensation on her creamy skin. She had spent hours enclosed within. The built-up heat and perspiration were wicked away very slowly by her hood, and suddenly very quickly when she was exposed to the air of Phantom’s limousine. The executive sat across from her, grinning like a cat.
It didn’t matter that her invention - co-opted by Phantom and her engineers - was designed to ‘breathe’ and was made for long-term wear. It was hot and stuffy and downright claustrophobic. If she hadn’t been used to such exposure, it would’ve been a dreadful experience.
Even with countless hours of testing - many of which included wearing it during work or play - being snugly bound and fully encased from stem to stern was an unusual experience. This time, it was utterly out of her control. Phantom had been the one commanding h
Lady Obsidian - Tiny TrilogyZzzzziip.
“Do you prefer ‘Lady Obsidian,’ or may I refer to you as Alicia?”
Alicia felt a beet red blush cover her face.
“Well,” she started, “Alicia is my real name. Lady Obsidian - as nice a name as it is - well, um, that’s just my stage name.”
“Of course,” said Phantom. She nodded. “I suppose when you put it that way, calling you “Lady Obsidian” is almost silly. Even if it is your stage name, it’s what I normally call you. Since, of course, I normally only ever deal with your in a formal sense. And because your upcoming employment-”
“I’m sorry,” interrupted Alicia, “You were discussing that employment before you, erm, started?”
Phantom nodded. “Oh. Of course. You’ll forgive me. I’m easily distracted when I’m performing my craft.”
Phantom’s craft, in this case, was the
Space Angel Zanthie"This is for your own good, Cynthia."
Considering how she was bound and gagged, it didn't feel like the sort of thing a friend would do. Zanthie kept on saying how she was "looking out for Cyn." The denigrating tone didn't sound at all friendly advice. Combined with Zanthie's snarky smile,
"Zanthie, I'm your friend!"
"I know," responded Zanthie. "That's why I'm doing this. If you were Nariko, I wouldn't be so nice."
Cynthia lay on a long briefing room table while Zanthie made sure she was properly bound. Zanthie was wielding bright blue ultra-tensile carbon cable. It was the same type that they used to tether spacecraft or to stow dangerous cargo. Brute-forcing her way out of it was not an option, unless she could learn how to undo cables and locks with her mind. Unfortunately, that wasn't in her training.
The cables wrapped snug around her ankles, mating with extra mag-locked buckles. A very wide pair of blue steel cuffs locked her ankles together, and a mat
Cynthia Seeking in a Dark DungeonCynthia was getting contemplative now. It was a sure sign that she was a little bored. She’d been walking through the dungeon for nearly four hours. Three would have been fine; a jaunt for treasure in and out. Once one passed four, she was starting to contemplate if this was going to be a multi-day crawl and whether or not she needed to go back.
Dungeons were such interesting things. They were symbols of hidden, tyrannical power - a place where victims could be tortured painfully, or hidden away from the waking world. There would be sacrifices to some lord or lady’s appetites for sex, money, or power that would be ensconced far from the light and heat of the sun.
She’d seen her fair share of them. In fact, she considered herself to be something of an expert when it came to clearing out dungeons of beasties, baddies, or ghosts! Things only got tricky when there were other humans there. Cyn would hate to have to hurt someone unless they really needed
HOd Story 1 - Part 1 : The missing flame
--- Time reference: T + 0h00 ---
--- Marie & Amber's apartment ---
It was a fine Saturday for Marie. She and her roommate Amber just came back victorious from their monthly volleyball tournament, paying off their training and hard work.
Also, on her 'heroic' line of work, Marie, as the Spark Maiden, along with two other heroines, known as the Latvian Flame and Lady Blitz, made a decisive victory striking down a local criminal organization's drug selling business that has been poisoning the streets for months now. They even made it into the columns of local press this time.
Even though the head of the operations, a criminal known as Rickard Golom, managed to get away, most of his associates were neutralized and apprehended. This criminal enterprise was on the brink of collapse thanks to the three heroines effort.
With Maire's volley matches and their preparations, the Spark Maiden wasn't on service the last 2 days, leaving temporarily
Batman TAS: An Unlucky Night
"Mphpmmmmm," Batgirl moaned into a dirty green cloth gag that was tightly wrapped around her lower face, she was currently forced to sit in a chair with her wrists bound behind the chair back with her ankles pulled together and held in place with a thick crisscross weaving of rope. "Ngngn!" she grunted sharply as she pulled at her bonds, though the rope merely strained to her struggles along with a loud creak of the chair. She was also looking a little roughed up, as she had been investigating a break in only to find a thug trying to get a safe open.
Naturally she entered into a fist fight with the large thug and came out on top, but in her moment glory she failed to notice a second thug sneaking up on her. Having the element of surprise and with a swift hit to her backside, everything became dark for Batgirl only to wake up into her current predicament.
"Will that keep her down?" the second thug growled as the first one was back at trying to open the safe while looking bruised and bea