Jordin Tyler knew the streets of Capitol City pretty well, but the Lower East Side was something else. The old “Bohemian” section of town had a lot of winding little cobblestone lanes and odd-shaped buildings. In the daytime it was quaint and picturesque, but on a dark, cloudy night with fog drifting in, it was easy to get lost there.
“Here it is!” Kayley said stopping abruptly. “13 Macawber Lane!”
The two girls were standing in front of a dark Gothic brownstone with ivy climbing up one wall. Only one or two lights were showing in the windows.
“That doesn’t look like a museum to me,” Jordin said looking at the old mansion warily. “How long have you known this guy?”
“I told you. I met him at Barnes & Noble a couple of nights ago.”
Brushing her brunette locks out back from her face, Jordin gave her friend an uncertain expression. Kayley Ashbrook was a pretty blonde the same age as Jordin, she was wearing a clingy black off the shoulder dress.
Jordin having just come from work was still wearing an almost knee-length skirt with nylon hose and a blue pinstriped button-up. She was also wearing the big glasses she affected at work to discourage her male co-workers from hitting on her.
“What were YOU doing at Barnes & Noble?” Jordin asked, raising one eyebrow. “Meeting cute guys,” Kayley shrugged. “Anyway he SAID the place wasn’t open to the public yet, but he wants to show me around, get my feedback. He even suggested I bring a couple of friends along…so I doubt he’s dangerous. I invited my friend Sasha, she’s a cop, just in case, but she said she had to work late.”
“Wait! Sasha…Cortez? The police detective?” Jordin said in surprise. “How do you know her?”
“Oh, you’d be surprised at my checkered past,” Kayley grinned. She slipped her right arm through Jordin’s left, pressing close to her side. “I’m glad you came at least. It’s kind of creepy, isn’t it?”
“Just a little bit,” Jordin agreed, beginning to have second thoughts. This supposed museum just looked like somebody’s house. There wasn’t a sign or anything.
Just then it began to rain, very lightly, but enough to set the two girls running, their high heels clicking in unison on the sidewalk, for the shelter of the tiny porch. Huddling together out of the rain, they looked up apprehensively at the thick oak door looming in front of them. Jordin got a grip on herself, absent mindedly fingering the silver bracelets on her wrists for reassurance. After all, what did they have to be frightened of? At the first sign of trouble, she could transform herself into the invincible superheroine VICTORY!
“What did you say this guy’s name is?” she asked.
Kayley had to think. “Um… Damien?”
“Damien,” Jordin echoed. “Great…the devil’s son.”
As if on cue there was a loud THUNK! from the door. Both girls gasped out loud and Kayley threw her arms around her friend for protection. Jordin felt the other girl trembling as she clung to her. The spandex neckline of Kayley’s dress had slipped, exposing both smooth shoulders as her warm body pressed closer against Jordin’s, feeling the firm, round shapes of her breasts through her thin cotton shirt. Slowly the big door creaked open.
“Kayley! How great! I wasn’t sure you’d come!”
The man who had spoken was average height and wiry in build, wearing a musty-smelling black tuxedo with a high-necked white cravat. Jordin was surprised there wasn’t a raven perched on his arm. He had dark, lank hair and a goatee, and his eyelids drooped as if he had just finished smoking something illegal.
Kayley sheepishly tugged the bodice of her dress back up. “Hi, Damien,” she gushed, latching onto his arm. “You said I could bring a friend, so this is Jordin.”
“Of course, the more the merrier,” he said, showing his teeth in a smile that was a little bit unnerving as he reached out with a clammy hand to shake hers.
“Hi, uh… Damien,” Jordin said, awkwardly adjusting her glasses as she took her hand back, trying not to be obvious about wiping it on her skirt when he wasn’t looking.
“I expected more people,” Kayley said, nervously looking around the empty entry hall.
“Just the three of us,” Damien said, slamming the heavy door shut behind them and making both girls jump. “Let me show you around.”
Jordin felt a chill run up her spine as the noisy old lock latched shut. Taking Kayley’s arm, Damien led them deeper into the “museum”. Jordin shrugged and followed. They were two girls alone with a guy, but she was confident that she could handle him if she had to… from the look of him perhaps even without summoning her super powers.
The house turned out to be full of framed movie posters and display cases with classic movie memorabilia, everything from models and props to old costumes. The first couple of rooms were devoted to fantasy and science fiction… “The Time Machine”, “Invasion of the Body Snatchers”, and so on. Jordin thought it was a cool idea, but (no offense to Damien) the displays looked as if they had been put together by an amateur.
“This is an interesting collection, Damien,” she said. “Who does it belong to?”
“Lord, erm… MR. uh…Rayne,” he said nervously.
Jordin narrowed her green eyes. “And will we meet this Mr. Rayne?”
“Oh, I’m quite certain you will,” now his voice took on a decidedly devious edge. “Sooner or later.”
Upstairs they found the Horror section. Kayley clung to Damien’s arm as they looked at mock ups of icky rubber “aliens”, werewolf masks, a mummy, all pretty standard stuff. She was making flirty small talk, barely even feigning interest in the displays by then. Jordin began to wonder why she had come at all.
The walls in one room had been done up to look like a torture chamber, complete with a torture rack, plastic skeletons, plywood iron maidens and one authentic looking coffin (the sign said it was from “Blood of Dracula”). Hanging from a little pulley arrangement on the ceiling was a pair of black iron chains. A little sign claimed that they were used in the film “House of Wax” starring Vincent Price.
A flash of lightning briefly lit the windows as the rainstorm outside grew more intense. Ignoring it, Jordin stepped in between the chains, touching them with her hands. The other displays might be cardboard props, but these were real iron! She touched them, feeling their weight, the cold hardness of the metal. A little shiver of excitement ran through her body as she adjusted her glasses, her heart beating a little faster…
Jordin had a certain amount of experience with bondage. In her alter ego as Victory, she had been tied up or chained more times than she liked to admit. The manacles, dangling at about chest height, were obviously designed for a woman’s wrists. Once closed, they would lock tight and rigid in place around the victim’s wrists and she would be helpless, powerless to escape. With both arms imprisoned and spread apart, she would be at her captor’s mercy. He would be able to do, well, pretty much anything he wanted to her…
Jordin stopped her train of thought. Why would something like this excite her? Did some dark part of her WANT to be captured or bound? Jordin pushed those thoughts from her mind, of course not, no part of her could want those things.
Preoccupied, Jordin didn’t notice that Kayley and Damien had moved on to the next room. She didn’t hear the thin creak of the coffin lid as it opened. She didn’t notice the whisper in the air as a tall, dark shape crept up behind her, moving as silent as a cat. And so the young woman nearly jumped right out of her skin when she heard a voice directly behind her!
“What have we here?” murmured a deep male voice with an odd foreign accent. “A pretty young woman?”
Jordin shrieked and whirled around. The man standing there was six foot three or four, with a handsome, aristocratic face, dressed in a white open collared shirt with wide sleeves over tight black leather pants and boots.
“I did not mean to startle you,” the man smiled apologetically.
“I’m sorry,” Jordin gasped. “I didn’t see or hear you until you were right on top of me.” Jordin took a couple steps away, trying to regain her composure.
“But of course,” the man said matching her steps to stay close. “I might have announced myself but I was…struck speechless by your beauty.”
“Oh I’m sure…” Despite the cheesiness of the line, Jordin felt a slight blush rise in her cheeks.
“But I speak only truth,” he continued, moving closer still even as she continued to back away. “As soon as I saw you I could tell you are woman of poise and grace.”
Jordin crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a coy look. “I’m sure it was my poise and…grace…that caught your eye.”
The man’s knowing smile was tight lipped. “Well…I suppose I’d be lying to claim I hadn’t noticed your charming…figure as well.”
Jordin continued to back away, a bit unnerved that he followed so closely. Even when she had back so far as to bump into the wall he was right on top of her. She didn’t feel threatened exactly but he was uncomfortably close. She suddenly wanted Kayley and Damien to come back.
“I am Mr. Rayne,” the man said with a slight bow. “Welcome to my humble home.”
Mr. Rayne, of course, Jordin thought. He would have to be foreign to have an emissary as awkward as Damien.
“M-my name’s Jordin,” she replied, unsure where the tremble in her voice came from. “I came with my friend Kayley…to meet Dam…”
“Tell me Jordin,” he interrupted, reaching for her face. “Why do you hide such a breath taking face behind such inelegant glasses…?”
Before she could reply he pulled the glasses right off her face! Jordin started to protest but as she did her eyes met his gaze. It was as if all the air was suddenly sucked out of the room and she felt short of breath. Mr. Rayne was looking at her so intensely, with his handsome exotic eyes that she could not look away.
“I wear them so that guys at work won’t hit on me as much,” her own voice seemed far away.
“Such a waste,” Mr. Rayne said without breaking eye contact. “For a beauty such as yours should be enjoyed by all!”
“Yes…enjoyed by all…” she repeated.
Jordin’s breasts were now heaving against her shirt as her breathing continued to speed up. She felt a hand touch her thigh, just above the knee, and then it began to slide upward, under her skirt. The hand slid all the way up, lifting her skirt as it did and exposing her smooth nylon covered leg.
“Ahh, pantyhose,” Mr. Rayne said wistfully. “Perhaps the saddest casualty of new millennium fashion.”
Jordin nodded in agreement (even though she wore them only to be more professional at work) feeling that hand slide higher still. Her skirt was now bunched up around her hips and she felt the fingers underneath as they found her panty line, tracing it around to her pert, round booty. The firm squeeze of her butt cheek brought the normally reserved Jordin out of the confusing daze.
“Hey!” Jordin protested. “Who do you think you are?”
She quickly pushed his hand away, and smoothed her skirt back into place. When she looked back to the strange man, he had a surprised look on his face. Suddenly that expression became a snarl, exposing (for the first time she realized) his ivory white teeth and two pointed fangs! He lunged forward with uncanny speed, wrapping both arms around the confused young woman. Kicking frantically as her high heels came off the floor entirely he lifted her slight figure with ease. Before she could even begin to fight back, she was pinned against her attacker, his hands exploring the feminine curves of her body and feeling her up over the thin fabric of her clothing.
“What do you think you’re doing?” the girl squeaked, struggling ineffectually against his overpowering strength. “Let go of–”
She got no further because one hand shot like lightning to her smooth white throat. With a grip like steel, he choked off the slightest sound as well as her air supply.
“Your mind is strong for a woman,” he said. “Next time I shall have to use a stronger charm!”
Somewhere in the distance, Jordin heard Kayley scream for help. NO! She had to do something! Long nylon clad legs flailing, the girl squirmed and struggled, desperately trying to bring her bracelets together and transform, but his other arm kept hers pinned to her sides. Try as she might, she was helpless!
Deprived of air, Jordin’s vision became blurry. Her head was swimming, a dark fog seeping into her brain, making her arms and legs feel like mush. All strength seemed to be draining out of her. Frantically she kicked backwards, raking her high heel down her attacker’s shin. His only response was a deep laugh.
“d-donn… pleassss…” Jordin managed to gasp, feeling as weak and helpless as a child in his hands as she slowly lost consciousness, collapsing limply into his arms.
Jordin sighed weakly…her muddled mind adrift on the edge of consciousness.
Her captor slipped one arm behind her knees and picked her up in a cradle position. Then he smiled, once again displaying those bright white teeth and fangs.
“Yes, my helpless beauty,” he said, “As sure as my name is Balthazar Bloodrayne, I’m going to enjoy feasting on you!”
Jordin hung limp as a rag doll in her captor’s strong arms, unable to resist in anyway. There was one unoccupied table in the room, and he casually laid her across it, letting his hand once again slide along the smooth curve of her legs, over the skirt this time. When he reached the waist band, he lifted it slightly curling on finger underneath…then he ripped downward with a fingernail sharp as a talon! The thin material split easily and he tore it open revealing her lace panties, clearly visible through her hose. Still stunned, Jordin could only gasp feeling her own limp body jerk, knowing what had happened but completely unable to do anything about it.
He took a moment to admire the young woman’s lower body, dropping his hand into the gap between her legs and caressing her inner thigh. His free hand reached up to stroke her thick brunette tresses.
“Silver!” he hissed, catching sight of Jordin’s bracelets.
With a look of disgust, he quickly stripped them off and tossed them to the floor, his hand only sizzling a tad at the touch. Then he grabbed the front of her shirt and ripped it open. For a moment he watched the girl’s plump C-cups, in her flimsy pink Victoria’s Secret bra, rising and falling as she breathed. He pressed his face to her cleavage, letting his lips slide upward along the silken skin of her neck, tasting her, feeling the rapid, delicate pulse of her jugular vein just below the surface.
Dazed, barely conscious, Jordin could only lie there helplessly. Then he reached down and took her breasts in his hands. As he began to squeeze them, Jordin summoned enough wherewithal to lift her arms, trying to fend him off. Bloodrayne casually batted her hands aside and resumed fondling her. She squirmed in his grasp as he grew more eager, his groping becoming more rough.
“Ssstop…” she whimpered blearily.
She felt his long nails on the flesh of her boobs as he curled his fingers into the cups of her bra. A pit of dread dropped into her stomach as Jordin realized that he intended to expose her tits and she could do nothing to stop him. A female scream shattered the moment. Damien had returned, steering Kayley in front him. Her off the shoulder dress had slipped again.
“I’m sorry, My Lord,” he said.
Bloodrayne turned, his dark eyes fixed on the girl’s bare neck and shoulders. He crossed the room in a ripple of motion, throwing Damien aside.
“Only two?” he hissed. “You pathetic worm! You bring me only TWO girls and all you can say is you’re SORRY?”
“I’m… I tried, My Lord,” the fallen man whined.
Kayley stood goggle-eyed, whimpering with terror. “Oh please, please don’t hurt us…”
The tall, handsome vampire folded his arms around the blonde girl’s slim body, his hands gripping the back of her dress. With a jerk, he ripped the zipper all the way down.
“NO! Please!” Kayley was sobbing with fear as the garment fell to the floor in a puddle of spandex, leaving her in nothing but her lacy black underthings.
“Silence,” Bloodrayne commanded, grabbing her chin and fixing his dark eyes hungrily on hers. Kayley suddenly stopped crying, spellbound by his gaze. “Come then!”
He led the now docile girl to where the chains hung. In a moment, he had fastened the manacles around her wrists, binding her tightly. Caressing her lightly with his hands, he stepped around in between her outstretched arms. Tilting back her head, the vampire leaned forward, running his tongue along the tender flesh of her throat.
Jordin lay on the table, half naked and shivering with weakness. Without her precious bracelets, she was just a girl, powerless! Cautiously she rolled to one side, landing in a dejected heap on the floor underneath the cover of the table. Still feeling as weak as a kitten, she got up on hands and knees, crawling towards the doorway while the men’s attentions were… elsewhere. Thinking only for a moment the view they might get of her heart shaped ass covered only by a bit of nylon and lace thrust up in that position if they did notice!
Behind her, Kayley let out a muffled groan, whether of pain or of pleasure Jordin couldn’t tell. The sound galvanized her into action. Kicking off her high heels and the young woman pushed herself to her feet and made a mad dash out the doorway, scooping up her bracelets as she went.
Bloodrayne looked up. “After her, you fool!”
Jordin glanced back only a moment, seeing Damien coming after her. Distracted she almost stumbled headlong going down the staircase, concentrating on keeping her feet under her and letting gravity do the rest. Heart thumping, gasping for breath, she raced through the entry hall and came up hard against the solid oak door! LOCKED!
Panic was singing in her brain. Quickly she slipped on the bracelets and clashed them together. Energy bloomed, embracing her with its brilliant cocoon and changing her instantly. A moment later what remained of Jordin’s disheveled clothing was gone, and in its place was a purple halter top, matching hot pants and mask, silver knee boots… and most important, the power belt which enhanced her strength and speed to superhuman proportions, making her virtually invincible!
Damien came hurrying into the entry hall and pulled up short at the familiar sight of Capitol City’s greatest superheroine.
“Victory!” he gulped, as his eyes followed the sleek, supple curves of her Lycra-clad body. “How did you get in here?”
“That’s hardly the point, is it?” Victory said smugly, planting her hands on her luscious hips. “Are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?”
Damien lunged at the superheroine with both hands.
“The hard way it is,” Victory smirked.
The heroine gracefully sidestepped his clumsy attack and drove one dainty fist into his abdomen. The air left his lungs in an explosive gasp and before he could recover the stunning super lady snagged him under the shoulder, flinging him into the main room, where he crashed into a display case and sagged to the floor unconscious.
“Well, well,” a deep male voice drawled, “we seem to have a sheepdog among the sheep. And a beautiful one at that.”
Victory turned towards the staircase, Bloodrayne was at the top looking down on her like the lord of the manor giving the eye to the downstairs maid. His tongue darted out to lick his lips as he scanned the contours of her skimpy uniform.
Don’t look at his eyes, Jordin told herself. His eyes have some sort of trancing power, you’ll be fine as long you don’t look in his eyes!
“What have you done to the girl?” she challenged, legs whispering like silk as she started cautiously up the steps. “She’d better not be hurt!”
Bloodrayne smiled, showing his fangs. “Come and see for yourself.”
“Famous last words,” Victory said as she bounded up the stairs, her butt flexing in her skintight hot pants.
The vampire was still smiling as she reached the top, drew back her fist, and threw her best Sunday haymaker!
Unfortunately that punch was stopped cold in the palm of his outstretched hand! Lightening quick his fingers coiled around her fist, trapping it! Behind her purple mask Victory’s green eyes went wide with shock! He was every bit as strong as SHE was, stronger even!
Regaining her composure the sexy superheroine brought up the other fist. Her new attack was deflected with appalling swiftness, and his arm snaked around her lissome waist before she knew what was happening.
“You are brave, sheepdog… but today you meet the WOLF!”
Lightning flashed outside the windows, this time accompanied by a roll of thunder.
“We’ll just see about that!” Victory snapped.
Quickly she wrenched her hands free, drawing back and bringing up both fists in a blow to his chest that broke his hold and pushed him off her. Twisting like a cat, the plucky young heroine rose up on one statuesque leg and delivered a flying kick that drove him clear across the landing.
“This is one sheepdog that doesn’t fear wolves,” she smirked, cocking her shapely hips.
Bloodrayne looked up at her and leaped, snarling like a beast. Victory tried another high kick, but he caught her ankle and deflected the kick, throwing her long leg out wide. Spinning into the momentum, Victory completed the turn, and as she did brought her fist around in a blow to the jaw. The vampire took the punch, his head snapping to the side violently… then turned back to her with a grin, unfazed.
Victory’s glossed lips dropped open in shock, she had never met a being who could withstand her strength, much less match it. Somehow the vampire’s savagery gave him the edge. Taking full advantage of her surprise the back of his hand whipped around, slapping against her cheek in a stunning blow that had the heroine seeing stars. Before she could fight back, he caught one wrist, then the other, pressing her fists impotently against the wall and pinning her there!
“NO!” Victory cried. “You can’t…”
With arms that felt like steel he held her there, pressed against the wall, his body as strong and lithe as a panther, overpowering in its raw dominance. Victory felt her knees bow together weakly, as something deep inside her stirred…was it fear? Panic? …excitement? In that moment she couldn’t tell. Struggling against his grip, the young heroine found herself trapped. Her attacker leered over her with an evil grin. Victory looked into that wicked visage with all the defiance she could muster, a thousand wry comments leaping to her lips.
No, wait! She suddenly remembered. Whatever you do, don’t look into…
It was too late.
His eyes…they were black, like pools of midnight, like tunnels into a cold dark cellar. Victory was lost. She felt her blood freeze, at the same time her body felt as if it were sinking into dark water, sucked down, drowning… Her will drained away, leaving the heroine’s mind weak and blank… she stopped struggling and stared unblinking into those eyes.
“That’s it, you be a good little girl, keep those eyes locked on mine,” his voice ran through her empty head like silk. “I control you while you’re looking in my eyes…my eyes are powerful aren’t they, you feel so weak and helpless when you’re looking into them.”
“yes…” Victory whispered meekly, continuing to stare into his deep, dark eyes.
As another flash of lightning lit up the windows she thought; Like the storm outside, he is a force of nature, the embodiment of evil… powerful, untamable, irresistible. A weak, frail girl like me never stood a chance…
Keeping the entranced heroine’s emerald eyes locked, Bloodrayne continued; “So powerless, so weak, so helpless, just stare and obey…obey…you’ll do anything I ask of you.”
“Yes, Master, anything you ask,” she responded. “I… I will obey.”
Lord Bloodrayne smiled. Releasing her wrists and letting her arms drop limply at her side. He dropped both arms around Victory’s back, giving her peach-like ass a squeeze through her hot pants. The spellbound girl stood perfectly still in his grasp, starring up at her new Master. Next he guided the defeated superheroine into the dungeon room. Kayley was still hanging limp and apparently unconscious from the manacles.
“Stand here and don’t move,” Bloodrayne commanded.
“Yes, Master,” the enthralled heroine waited, staring blankly ahead.
The vampire unchained the blond and laid her on the table. Then he brought Victory over to stand in her place. He removed her silver bracelets, then reached down to the power belt on her waist, quickly becoming frustrated by its secret locking mechanism.
“How do I get his off?” he demanded.
My power belt! NO! Victory thought somewhere deep in her dominated mind. Without it, I will be totally helpless!
“Twist the buckle a quarter turn, Master,” she heard herself saying, “then slide it upward while pressing it…”
The belt came loose, and he tossed it aside.
Victory stood spellbound, somewhere registering the shock of how quickly she had been defeated. However she was beginning to come back to herself, without the sustained eye contact his hypnotic powers weakened. Unfortunately the cocky young heroine still felt too stunned to offer any resistance as Lord Bloodrayne raised her slender right arm and clamped the solid iron manacle around the soft flesh of her wrist. Only beginning to resist her enthrallment she could only stare at the chains numbly as he did the same with her left arm.
“Now my beauty,” the vampire hissed, grabbing a handful of her luxurious brunette tresses and yanking her head back so that he could see her face. “Let’s have a look at you without that silly mask.”
Now Victory desperately flexed her arms against the chains, but they were far too strong. She wanted to make some brave speech of defiance, but all that came out was a feeble whimper. Stripped of her powers, she was helpless in his hands, her brain still foggy and unfocused from his enchantment. He removed her purple mask, smiling with instant recognition.
“Ahh, my my,” he gloated seeing her pretty face. “Jordin was it? I certainly thought there was more to you than met the eye!”
Damien came into the room at this point, his eyes going wide with astonishment as he saw the mighty superheroine captured, chained and unmasked.
“My Lord,” he said, licking his lips, “this woman is called Victory. She’s the city’s superheroine protectress.”
“Really? This…a mere girl?” Bloodrayne smirked. “Who’s going to protect YOU now, protectress?”
Victory let out a cry of pain as he gave a sharp tug on her hair, pulling her head back to expose her vulnerable young throat. The vampire leaned close, running his tongue along the delicate skin at her neck just below her jawline. The young heroine felt her pulse racing, her body shivering with fear. She knew she was completely helpless, bound and without her super powers she was just a skinny young girl! “Make no mistake I am going to drink you dry,” he said quietly. “But first, noble protectresss, I’m going to use you like a whore!”
Releasing his grip on her hair, his hands moved downward along her back, undoing the fastenings of her uniform. Victory gasped, the manacles chafing her wrists as she struggled to resist, but it was no use. She knew what was coming next, but she’d be damned if she’d humiliate herself even further by begging for mercy…
Her halter top came off and fell to the floor. Victory felt the cool air on her naked boobs, her arms held outstretched by the chains so that she couldn’t cover them. She saw the villain’s lackey grin lecherously and felt the blood rush to her cheeks, burning with shame.
“Let us heat up that blood, whore,” Bloodrayne hissed.
Victory felt his hands reaching around from behind her, sliding up her sleek, slender torso to cup both of her vulnerable breasts. She squirmed, groaning with disgust. The sharpened nails (like talons) on his fingers sent goose bumps rippling over her tanned body as they stroked her bare nipples. A shiver ran down her statuesque figure feeling the ice cold hands on the warm flesh of her chest, squeezing, tugging and kneading her defenseless breasts! Victory rose up on her tiptoes, her knees trembling weakly as she was fondled, squealing as her nipples were pinched and twisted. She could not hold in a humiliated moan as her nipples hardened from this treatment, rising into hard little bullets on the plump C-cups. But even as her body quivered helplessly, still she refused to speak, refused to give him the satisfaction.
His hands dropped to her purple Lycra hot pants. With slow deliberation, he hooked his thumbs under the waist band and pushed them over her narrow hips, letting the skimpy garment drop down her shapely legs falling around her ankles. Her high boned cheeks burning with humiliation, the heroine looked down at her exposed body, now covered by nothing but her white thong panties and high heeled boots. Victory trembled feeling his hands on her naked ass cheeks, then his fingers slid in between her legs, moving along the seam of her panties to stroke the soft prim mound between her thighs.
“Donnnnhhhh!” Victory moaned, as her legs moved involuntarily apart, giving him more room. Being rubbed that way a wave of unwanted arousal washed over the heroine. “Uhn, don’t…Ngh!”
“Yes, you little slut,” he replied. “You like that, don’t you?”
Slipping his hands into the elastic waistband of her panties, he pulled them down to her knees fully exposing her shaved pussy!
“NO!” Victory gasped. “Don’t… please don’t…”
“Don’t deny it, cunt!” Bloodrayne commanded, as he slapped her naked tail hard enough to bring a yelp of pain from the once proud heroine. “You love it!”
Laughing, he reached down and lifted her leg forcing her to step out of the hot pants and panties. He tossed her hot pants aside, but lifted the plain white thong to his nose, inhaling deeply before cramming the panties into her mouth! Victory groaned in helpless protest as the fabric was stuffed past her glossed lips…tasting herself brought another wave of humiliation.
Then he spread Victory’s legs and thrust his hand between her thighs, rubbing his fingers back and forth along her shaven pussy lips. Unwelcome tingles danced up her abdomen, making the heroine’s head spin with forced arousal. That sensation cascaded down her torso, gathering in an embarrassing moistness. Those wicked fingers wriggled into her now dripping cooz, slippery with the juices of her body’s betrayal.
“Mmmnnnnn!” she pleaded, voice muffled by the panty-gag as her whole body tingled with desire…unwelcome as it was.
Her naked little tail began bobbing up and down involuntarily as he stroked her, then she yelped feeling his taloned fingers slip inside her. Shame rushed through Victory as he began fingering her tight little pussy. The young heroine suddenly felt every ounce of strength drain away as she sagged forward, thrusting her peach like ass out behind her like a cat in heat, moaning despite herself. Supported only by her manacled arms, little beads of perspiration had broken out all over her skin, the hapless heroine practically panting, her mouth gaping open so wide her muzzle slipped loose.
“Please,” she begged helplessly. “Oh gawd… please stop…”
The next thing she knew, he had withdrawn his fingers, instead grabbing her slim hips and lifting her up a few inches off the floor. Then she sensed the sickening hardness of his dick poised at her soft spot. Dread welled within the heroine, sensing her utter helplessness, realizing she had no way to stop this creature from using her body however he saw fit. Then with one powerful thrust, the vampire’s thick cock penetrated her, sliding into her moist slit! The pain of his entry was exquisite, sending shivers through her body as he began to hump her, thrusting again and again.
“Gahhh!” she cried, gasping for breath. He was massively big, filling and stretching Victory’s vulnerable cunt! “No…you c-can’t do this to me…I’m Victory!”
Ignoring her pathetic pleas, Bloodrayne increased the tempo, his hands maintaining their firm grip on her hips as he pumped her up and down like a toy. She could feel her juices gush in rivulets down her legs, as the invading cock slid in and out of her. She felt used, worthless, the once powerful superheroine nothing more than a feeble girl before this mighty vampire. Victory closed her eyes, her mind going completely numb as he fucked her, just as he had said he would: like a cheap whore…
Even more humiliating Victory could not keep her body from responding as this adversary ravished her. Feeling his powerful member plowing so deeply into her snatch, the heroine felt an orgasm building. With a moan that turned into a horse scream the climax blew over her like a gale, causing every one of her soft curves to tremble with shameful ecstasy as her violated pussy constricted around the vampire’s cock!
Suddenly he stopped. Victory felt his member pull slickly out of her. Shuddering with utter humiliation and wondering why HE hadn’t finished… she heard a shout and a loud thud, followed by the click of an automatic pistol being cocked.
“Hands in the air, scumbag!” said a female voice with a sexy Spanish accent. “Right NOW!”
Victory looked around and saw Detective Sasha Cortez standing in the doorway.
Panting, sweating, and trembling from a forced orgasm, Victory couldn’t believe what was happening.
Detective Cortez was braced in a two-handed shooter’s stance, holding her Glock trained on Lord Bloodrayne. The lovely Latina was wearing a pink scoop neck tee-shirt and tight jeans, her jet black hair making a halo around her pretty face. Damien was on the floor at her feet rubbing a fresh bruise on the side of his head.
“Ah, an unbidden guest!” the vampire smiled. “How charming! Come in, by all means!”
He let Victory go, the hapless heroine slumping weakly in her bonds, long legs weak and trembling, her lissome naked body glistening with sweat. The heroine closed her eyes, whimpering. Her entire body felt hot and red, overwhelmed with the humiliation of being caught in this position, her arms spread and bound, her naked body on full display.
Cortez stepped into the room. Her brown eyes missed nothing. She took note of Kayley, who, having regained consciousness, had slipped off the table and was now cowering behind the iron maiden. She also took note of the uniform strewn across the floor… the purple hot pants, halter top and mask, the bracelets and the power belt…
“Victory?” she gasped. “Is that you?”
The heroine looked up meekly, her defeated expression speaking volumes.
“Step AWAY from her!” Cortez commanded Lord Bloodrayne. The vampire, holding his pants up with one hand, made a little bow and silently backed off a step or two. “You!” the detective continued, addressing Damien, “unlock her!”
“Hamble lunn…wha?” the lackey mumbled incoherently, his eyes still unfocused as he rubbed the bruise on his head.
“Get out of the way, then,” the detective said, raising one high heeled boot and kicking him into the corner. Cautiously, keeping Bloodrayne covered with her gun, she inched forward to where Victory was chained, her free hand feeling for the manacles. “It’s all right,” the Latina said soothingly. “I’ll soon have you out of this.”
Victory’s heart was thumping, her blood still singing with post coital euphoria. Sasha undid the left manacle and released her, then the right. Her arms felt sore. She stood bewildered, rubbing her chafed wrists.
“Sasha…you don’t understand he’s a…” Victory tried to explain.
“It’s all right,” the detective interrupted. “Now, step back out of my line of fire…”
But her attention had wandered too long. Bloodrayne swept across the room with almost angelic grace! The unsuspecting detective was completely unprepared for this villain as he took her gun away with a lighting movement. A heartbeat later, his other hand clamped like a vise around the pretty Latina’s throat.
“Now, my pretty little chica,” he said, as he lifted her off the floor, “now what are you going to do?”
“Let… go… of…” Sasha gasped, her high heeled boots scissoring at empty air as she clawed at the choking hand!
Victory lunged forward on still unsteady legs, knowing only that she needed to help. The powerless heroine hammered at the vampire futilely, drawing his attention…and his eyes! He caught Victory’s gaze, locking it and once again enchanting the weak willed girl. Her emerald green eyes widened blankly and her arms fell impotently to her sides as she fell into his dominating glamour.
“Your mind is so weak!” the vampire laughed. “On your knees slave!”
“Yes, Master,” the naked heroine replied sinking to kneel before him.
Meanwhile the throttled Sasha was just as helpless in Bloodrayne’s powerful grasp. Her eyelids drooped as she lost consciousness. Bloodrayne lowered the sagging Latina to lie on the floor.
Kayley screamed and made a break for the door, just in time to be intercepted by the recovering Damien.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he scowled, grabbing her.
“Tie those two up, worm,” the vampire ordered his lackey, leering at Sasha as he hoisted her into his arms. “It’s been a while since I tasted the spicy blood of a Spaniard…”
Victory was still kneeling, looking up at him in helpless supplication. Sasha was about to become his next victim, but all she could think of was…well…nothing, really.
Bloodrayne glanced at the enthralled heroine, giving her a backhanded slap hard enough to send her sprawling onto her back. Then without sparing the fallen heroine another glance, he carried Sasha towards the two dangling manacles.
Victory felt tears welling up in her eyes as she rubbed the stinging red hand print where he had slapped her. Maybe it was because of the pain, or maybe it was because Bloodrayne was concentrating his hypnotizing gaze on Sasha, but the cobwebs suddenly cleared away, allowing Victory to see herself in that degrading position, groveling at the monster’s feet!
Damien brought Kayley over and shoved her down on the floor. The blonde seemed terrified beyond the ability to put up any resistance.
He lunged at Victory who was just able to bring her arms up in meager defense. Proving to be stronger than he looked, Damien easily overpowered the heroine. With only the strength of a skinny girl to avail her, Victory was forced onto her stomach and her arms were pulled behind her. She squirmed helplessly as he took a section of rope from one of the displays and looped the end around her wrists, binding them together.
“No,” Victory protested, struggling vainly to fight him off. “Don’t…”
“Shut up and hold still!” Damien snapped.
He used his knee to hold her down, pushing the naked girl’s face and tits against the cold floor, the henchman cinched the loop tightly, wrapping the rope around her wrists two or three times before knotting it.
“I am Victory!” the captive heroine whimpered, desperately kicking her legs and squirming beneath the weight of his body as he kept her pinned. “You can’t do this…”
“Be still!” he repeated, giving her a slap on her pert little butt cheeks as he caught hold of her legs, still clad in her silver boots.
Forcing her to bend her knees he bound her ankles together with the other end of the same rope. Victory groaned from the strain on her hips and shoulders as Damien pulled the binding tight, arching her back into a sort of reverse hogtie. Once she was totally helpless, he picked up her panties off the floor and rammed them back into her mouth. Hogtied, naked, and gagged, Victory could only lie there impotently and watch as he grabbed another piece of rope and did the same thing with poor Kayley. In no time, both girls were trussed up side by side, helpless captives.
Meanwhile, Bloodrayne had removed Sasha’s boots, casting them about the makeshift torture chamber. Next he used his talon like nails to shred and then strip off her tee-shirt, revealing the two succulent D-cups beneath. Even the ruthless vampire took a moment to admire her full luscious bazongas clad only in a lacy white demi bra… which he quickly unhooked and removed.
“Nice,” he grinned, holding her with one arm while he squeezed her bared tits with the other hand. “This calls for something special, chiquita…”
“What…?” she said fuzzily, beginning to come around. “Where am I? What’s…?”
Quickly, Bloodrayne clamped the manacles around the wrists of the still dazed Latina. Leaving her hanging there at about chest height, he moved over to the crank mounted on the wall. He gave it a turn, the pulleys squealing in their blocks. The chain hauled Sasha upright, groaning with pain as her slender arms took the weight of her body, higher and higher until the bare caramel toes protruding from her tight jeans, left the floor. He walked back over to her, his face about level with her chest.
“Yes, I would say this is your best angle,” he mused.
“You’re making a big mistake!” Sasha hissed. “I’m a police officer!”
The vampire laughed. “I am Balthazar Bloodrayne!” he said, reaching up with both hands to caress the bare skin of her armpits, then slowly slide them down the length of her torso. “I am one of the immortals. I walk the corridors of time itself. Nothing is denied me!”
Sasha squirmed as he cupped her magnificent tatas, kneading the firm orbs eagerly and leaned forward to put his mouth over her right breast, raking her nipple with his fangs. Even she could not hold back a shuddery moan as chill raced up her spine! His hands reached her trim waist, moving around front and using one of his “talons” to slice the button from her jeans. Squirming in her bonds, the detective tried to kick him, but only set herself swaying back and forth on her chains like a pendulum. Bloodrayne caught her, his hands cupping her nice round ass through her tight jeans.
“LLVV RR HLNNM,” Victory whined, her voice muffled into an inarticulate groan by the gag.
Sasha was in trouble and it was all her fault! Damien glanced down at her smugly, then turned back to watch Bloodrayne have his way with the detective, leaving Victory to tug frantically at her bonds. But however inept he might be at building museum displays, Damien was certainly a whiz at tying girls up. His knots were tight. The hapless heroine couldn’t move a muscle.
Sasha let out a frustrated moan as the vampire unzipped her jeans and tugged them down over her wide curvaceous hips, revealing leopard print hip-hugger panties. From one of the weapon racks, he withdrew a rawhide whip. Uncoiling it, he cracked it once or twice experimentally, making a sound like a pistol shot in the enclosed room. Grinning, he walked around behind the helpless detective, taking aim at her exposed back.
There has to be something I can do! Victory chided herself, struggling desperately to move. All she managed to do was roll over onto her side, where her bare skin came into contact with a scrap of purple Lycra. Her hot pants! The villain had disdainfully left her uniform scattered all over the floor. She looked around, spotted her silver bracelets lying underneath the table, and most important, her power belt lying on Kayley’s other side!
WHUP! The sound of leather striking Sasha’s bare back, hard enough to raise a welt but not enough to draw blood! The pretty Latina gasped in pain, but she refused to cry out.
“Very good, my dear,” said Bloodrayne, smiling, as he coiled the whip again. “Let’s see how long you hold out!”
Frantically Victory pushed with her thighs, trying to inch closer to her belt. It was no use! Hogtied like this, she couldn’t make any headway at all! Desperately she managed to spit out her gag.
“Kayley!” she whispered. “My belt! Try and grab my belt!”
The blonde girl tried to focus her fear-widened eyes. “What–? B-b-b…?”
“My belt! There behind you! Try and get it! Please!”
WHUP! Another lash of the whip, another groan from Sasha! Victory’s heart was thumping, her skin tingling with shame. Oohhh to be tied up and helpless while the only member of CCPD to ever give her a fair shake was being tortured! Her blood seething, she glanced back over at the other girl.
“Kayley! Please, honey! I’m powerless without my belt! See if you can reach it!”
The girl tried to move her legs, her feet wiggling in the air behind her, but the strain on the rope only pulled on her arms, hurting her.
“Ow! I c-can’t…”
WHUP! Sasha whimpered with the impact of the whip on her tender brown flesh, but still she didn’t cry out. Bloodrayne stepped forward, letting his free hand caress Sasha’s waist, sliding smoothly along her abs. Her skin was glistening and slippery with perspiration. Her body shuddered at his touch.
“Nearly done I suspect, chiquita,” the vampire hissed, as his hand reached up to squeeze her left breast. He could feel her heart racing like a bird’s in between her large supple tits. “A few more strokes should have you begging…”
“Please, Kayley!” Victory implored.
The vampire drew back his arm to bring down the whip once more, and just then Kayley’s groping fingers found Victory’s belt. The girl rolled over, slinging the belt towards her. Where it fell, just a few inches short!
Victory desperately contracted her abdomen, bending forward, stretching her swanlike neck… until her fine white teeth latched onto her power belt. She rolled backwards onto her back, tossing her strained neck muscles to drape the belt across her upper chest. Already she could feel the power flowing through her arms and legs, strengthening her.
The ropes snapped like so much kite string, the loops around her wrists and ankles unraveling as the superheroine sat up, latching her belt around her lissome waist.
“Hey what you doing?” Damien blurted, jumping her from behind and grabbing hold of her plump breasts.
Victory pivoted, driving her elbow into his stomach. With a big whoosh of expelled air, the lackey dropped to his knees.
“I don’t have time for you, twerp!” the heroine said, bringing her fist down on the back of his neck.
Bloodrayne turned to see what the trouble was. He watched his henchman collapsing at the feet of the freed heroine.
“Ah, the little sheepdog, it seems I underestimated you!” he sneered, leaning forward to pat Sasha on the butt. “Ready to face the wolf again? This time I will not be so easy on you!”
The superheroine paused long enough to step into her hot pants and tug them up around her waist. She wished there was time to get dressed completely, but the vampire was already advancing towards her.
“Bring it on, gruesome!” she said, snarling like a wildcat.
Lord Bloodrayne came at her, swinging the rawhide whip. Victory ducked under it and caught his wrist, bringing her right leg up into his chest. The vampire turned and backhanded her across the face, knocking her to her knees with a cut lip from his signet ring. Her mouth gushed with the warm, salty taste of her own blood.
“Soft, feeble little girl,” he said, standing over the topless heroine. “Pathetic! You’re no match for me! Give up, and I will hang you here beside your friend…”
“Stuff it, creep!” Victory curled her feet underneath herself and barreled into him like a rocket.
They both tumbled into the “torture rack”, causing the flimsy ply board prop to collapse under their weight. They came up still locked in battle, Victory rained one blow after another to the vampire’s jaw. For a few moments, it looked as if she was winning, but then Bloodrayne caught her fist in his steel-like grasp, laughing even as he twist her arm roughly behind her back!
“Ahhh!” she gasped, struggling wildly as little black spots of pain danced before her eyes.
Deftly the vampire was able to entwine her free arm as well, pinioning it behind her back. Even as she struggled to break free Bloodrayne thread one arm around both of her own. With her arms retrained behind her now, the topless heroine could do nothing but writhe in desperation, her supple boobs bouncing freely as she tried to break free. Frustration and panic sang in her head as Victory realized even WITH her super powers she was out matched by this adversary.
“You put up a game fight,” Bloodrayne smirked, brushing her brunette tresses away to expose her soft neck. “But now the game is over.”
White teeth flashed as he bent his face towards her. Even with her powerbelt Victory was defenseless. She could feel the prick of his fangs on her throat…then the sharp pain of their penetration as the vampire bit down!
“Ahh!” Victory cried out. “No!”
Bloodrayne’s lips clamped around the two small holes in her neck and began to suck. Feeling her blood gush into his mouth, Victory now felt totally helpless as she was victimized. Submissiveness washed through the young heroine, all strength seemed to leave her half naked body as if drawn out as the vampire sucked her blood!
“Please…stop…” Victory mewled.
Her knees buckled, leaving her lithe figure supported only by his grip. Victory could feel her heart hammering between her soft breasts, seeming to pump in time with the sucking at her neck. His free hand reached around, cupping one of her naked C-cups. Victory squirmed as he began to knead the pliant flesh, arching her back pressing further into his grip. Now a strange euphoria swept through her, an almost…no, definite erotic sensation. Between her trembling thighs Victory’s pussy quivered with sensual energy! She could not hold back a soft shuddery moan.
Bloodrayne drank deeply, the feeding became a joining, more intimate than anything she had ever experienced, Victory could feel him absorbing her, savoring her…the euphoric arousal grew with in her as she found herself longing to surrender, the sensation of his hunger overwhelmed her, excited her, somehow made her WANT to be drained by him…a want he was all too eager to fulfill. Finally Victory surrendered completely, wanting to be devoured body and soul!
Sensing her final submission, Bloodrayne sucked ravenously at her tender throat. Relinquishing her will to fight Victory grew weaker and weaker, allowing him draw not only her blood but the defeated superheroine’s very life force!
Before she could succumb entirely though, Victory glanced at Sasha Cortez. The bound detective wore a look of utter terror and Victory realized that once Bloodrayne had drained her…the sexy Latina would be next! Followed by Kayley! That final realization stirred something deep inside the young heroine. With a supreme effort, Victory focused her powers and tore her right arm loose from the restraining grasp, grabbing the vampire’s jaw and pulling his sucking, draining mouth away from her now pale flesh. Aided by the slippery perspiration on her silken skin, she slipped from his grasp, bringing her knee up into his family jewels. Bloodrayne howled like a wolf as the heroine punched him in the face with all the strength she could manage and sent him reeling. Then she stumbled, he had drank too much of her blood, leaving her weak…this would be over quick but at least she’d go down fighting!
Behind her, Victory heard Damien stumbling to his feet again. “I’ll get the witch, Master!”
Snatching a long spear from one of the weapons displays the minion charged. As the stunning superheroine half turned to face the new threat, Bloodrayne bore down upon her again. He made a frustrated swipe with both arms, but Victory ducked. Moving like cat, she spun back and leaped straight up, just as Damien surged forward with the spear, impaling the vampire straight through the heart!
With a look of utmost surprise on his face, Bloodrayne clutched at the wooden haft of the spear which had gone all the way through him. Some kind of black, viscous liquid burbled up out of his mouth as he sank to the floor, already starting to shrivel to ash.
“NOOOO! MASTER!” Damien screamed, making as if to yank the spear back out of him, but Victory grabbed him by the collar and tossed him into the iron maiden, slamming the lid shut.
When she looked back, Bloodrayne was no more. His skin had gone, leaving nothing but a dried up skeleton. Moments later, even that was gone, blown away like dust.
Victory sank to her knees, clutching at the wound in her neck, attempting to stem the flow of what blood she had left. With her free hand she snapped the ropes binding Kayley. The blonde girl whimpered with agony as the circulation came back into her wrists and ankles. Then the superheroine turned her attention to Sasha.
“Are you all right?” she asked, her eyes moist as she unlocked the manacles and gently lowered the Latina to the floor. “Speak to me! Please be all right!”
“I’ve… had worse,” the pretty detective gasped, curling her legs underneath her as she cupped her arms around her bare breasts. She looked at Victory as if she had just seen her for the first time. “Victory? What are you doing here?” Then she looked around at the torture chamber. “Come to think of it, where am I? Kayley invited me to a museum opening…”
“That’s going to take some explaining,” Victory said. “Just rest easy a minute.”
Then she seized the opportunity to put on her halter top, her mask, and her bracelets. She was just completing that task when she caught sight of Kayley, clutching her torn dress in front of her and looking frightened and bewildered. Victory bit her lip. Her secret identity was out, now that Kayley had seen her captured and unmasked! Well, there was nothing she could do about that…
“Are you all right?” she asked tenderly.
“Yeah, I th-think so,” the blonde girl said, trembling. “Everything’s kind of a blur, like some kind of nightmare!” Suddenly she thought of something and looked around, alarmed. “Jordin! What’s happened to Jordin?”
Victory rallied quickly. “Uh, you mean the brunette girl who was here? Don’t worry about her. I got her out safely… er… just before…”
“You were captured by that thing,” Kayley said. “I remember that… I think. I was so scared, everything else is kind of… hazy.”
“That’s quite understandable, miss,” Victory said, a bit releived. “If you have a phone, maybe we should call some paramedics. And the police to cart away our friend here.”
“Yeah!” Kayley agreed, glancing at Damien, slumped dejectedly inside the plywood “iron maiden”. “I promise you, Victory! That’s the last blind date I go on!”