Chains of the Fausta




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Nocturne was coming to and realizing she was definitely in the last situation
she expected. Her wrists were shackled above her and while her legs were free,
Nocturne was still too weak to do more than slowly rub them against each
other. Her mask was still on her face but there was a blindfold around her.
Soft kisses along her mid section indicated that her suit had been unzipped,
if not removed completely. "Ohhh ... where ... am ... Iiiiiiii ... " Nocturne
moaned. Whoever was pleasuring her, moving slowly downward, was an expert for
sure. Sometime earlier, Nocturne was investigating reports of human
trafficking in the area. When she broke open one of the cargo containers, she
was shoved in and trapped. The last thing Nocturne remembered was gas rapidly
filling her confinement. Unable to get to her breathing unit, Nocturne was
quickly overcome and disabled. Now she was in the middle of an incredible
pleasuring. As a tongue moved up her leg, Nocturne could feel that her
stockings had at least been left on. But her boots, gauntlets, cape and upper
costume were gone. "Oh she tastes so lovely," A sexy, European voice said
before kissing Nocturne on her lips. A low moan escaped the helpless Mistress
of the Night. "And I think she enjoys it. She will be a fitting addition to
the rest of the girls." "My dear," a very sexy male voice boomed, "This is no
ordinary girl. This is Nocturne: Mistress of the Night and defender of Fortune
City. For her body and pleasure ... the price is so high we could fetch."
Nocturne sucked in a breath as lips touched her black, lace panties, "They're
... going to sell me? Like the other girls ... no ... must act but ... too
weak ... cant focus on ... escaping ... I'm ... helpless ... " "Why don't we
get her better acquainted with her future roommates darling?" The female voice
said. "Fun idea, my love. We can always bring her back for more fun later.
Here you go." "W ... what ... what are they talking a ... a ... .abouuuuutt
... uhhhhh ... " Nocturne's mind fogged again as a damp, sweet smelling cloth
was pressed against her face.

Nocturne stirred again sometime later. Her blindfold was removed and,
thankfully, her mask was still on her face. The sounds of whimpering and tears
caught her attention. Looking around, Nocturne found herself in a cargo
container, similar to the one she was trapped in earlier. This time, however,
it was actually filled with her lost quarry. Six girls whose ages varied
between high school sophomore and college junior were bound and in various
states of lingerie dress, much like Nocturne being kept in the black lace bra
and panties she had on under her costume in addition to her fishnet tights.
"Is ... Is everyone alright?" Nocturne asked, getting her head back on
straight after being knocked out again. The girls huddled against each other.
"I'm not here to hurt you," Nocturne assured them. "Yeah but you're not
helping much either. You're Nocturne right? You're supposed to save us, not
get captured along with us," one girl said angrily. "Hey," another said, "She
was trying to find us. Don't just bite her head off because you're scared."
"Oh and you're not scared?" another girl interrupted. Nocturne sighed. The
sight of a superheroine vigilante locked up with the ones she was intending to
save was doing nothing for group morale at the moment.

"Please, enough," Nocturne said calmly, quieting the group, "Yes, I am here to
break you out and YES," she showed off her restraints, "I've hit a bit of a
snag. But I assure you, I'm not accepting defeat and neither should you for
that matter. Be brave and strong. It will definitely ease my mind and help me
think." She saw that the girls, even the ones who doubted her, had calmed
down. "Ok, now do any of you know who is behind this? How did any of you get
here?" The girl who was on Nocturne's side quickest spoke first, "Some suave
hottie came up to me at a party. We danced and made out and the next thing I
know, I'm here in this box with the others." The other girls had similar
stories, though the high school girls were simply abducted without much choice
at parties. "I never caught the name of this group. Anything you might have
overheard?" "They sounded ... I don't know, foreign?" one girl said. Nocturne
tried to not respond to quickly and instead decided to focus her own
investigative powers. She recalled the two who had captured her and pleasured
her moments before, "European ... east ... Russian? No not that far ...
Italian perhaps ... no voices to low and seductive ... German maybe. Ok, any
news about German traffickers ... RIGHT" Her eyes shot open, "The Faustas,
Greg and Melina." The girls didn't know who she was talking about. "They're a
wealthy couple from East Germany, very popular and on a lot of top couples
lists. I'd heard they had a side business. But selling girls to the highest
bidder ... sick." The girls looked worried. "Don't worry, I'll ... " Suddenly,
the container door was opened and Nocturne was grabbed onto her sexy legs.
"You've been summoned," one of the guards said. Nocturne looked back to her
gathered group of missing girls. She wanted to say something encouraging but
was dragged away too fast and the door closed ... leaving the girls without
much hope of escape.

"This," Nocturne fumed to herself, "Is not how I pictured this night going."
She was standing with her arms folded down in restraints before Greg and
Melina Fausta. Before she was brought to them, Nocturne was stripped of her
bra and tights and placed in a Slave Leia golden bikini costume from Star
Wars. "She looks quite sexy in this little get up, wouldn't you say Melina?"
Greg asked. "More beautiful than I, my love?" Melina twirled, the Mistress of
the Night's cape flowing as well. Melina had clothed herself in Nocturne's
costume, as if to add insult to injury. "And yet she does not speak," Greg
approached her. Standing in front of her, Greg reached around and took a tight
grip on Nocturne's ass, peeking out from the fabric of her costume. Nocturne
tried to muffle a whimper as her secret weakness was exposed. "So soft and
warm and inviting ... I can't imagine how wild you'll make our clients when
they see you like this. The great Nocturne reduced to a slave girl who does
nothing but what she is told." Greg moved in closer, the heat of his
attraction falling onto Nocturne, "You will be our greatest sale."

"The only thing I'll be is your greatest disappointment," Nocturne growled,
"I'll get free, beat you senseless, take back my costume and save those girls.
You'll be ruined before this night is over with you sick fiends." Again, Greg
grabbed her ass and this time, Nocturne couldn't help but utter, "Uhhhhh ... "
"The only thing getting ruined tonight will be those sexy panties of yours.
Maybe we'll add that to your sales description: Wet in under five minutes."
"MMmmm ... noooo ... " Nocturne moaned. "Darling," Melina moved in to take her
husbands place, "Allow me. What better way to break Nocturne," she shoved
Nocturne onto the bed, "Than with Nocturne." Nocturne looked up at the blonde
villainess dressed in her costume. Melina wasn't wrong to try this. Often
Bethany Hunter had dreamed of being tamed by her alter ego in many sexy ways.
"I cant let this happen. If this turns me on too much ... I wont be able to
escape. Bethany ... focus," she told herself, "Use this to your advantage ...
enjoy it ... until it's time to act."

"Much better," Melina moved in like a wolf over prey, hovering atop of
Nocturne, "And more ... mmmmm," she liked Nocturnes exposed, toned tummy,
"Exposed." "Flip her over, my love," Greg recommended, "She seems more
sensitive on that gorgeous rear of hers." "No," Nocturne thought. Playfully,
Melina rolled Nocturne over and moved the purple cloth covering her butt out
of the way, exposing her black lace panties. "Oh I can feel it already,"
Melina rubbed her nose against her butt, "This is exciting you. Wet in five
minutes indeed." "Ohhhh," Nocturne moaned, lifted her buried, masked face from
the pillow beneath her, "Ohhhhhh," her moans increased as her butt was kissed
licked and ... bitten? "Mmmmmm" "Hey Melina I think she likes it." "Yes ...
yes ... yes ... " Nocturne moaned and rolled onto her back. "I didn't tell you
to do that," Melina said in a commanding tone, almost ready to strike
Nocturne. "Please ... kiss ... me ... Mistress of the Night." Melina looked to
her husband, who gave her a raised eyebrow of curiosity ... and approval.
Melina grinned and leaned in, kissing Nocturne on her lips, rubbing her body
overtop of her. Melina's freehand found her way down to Nocturne's panties and
began to rub them rapidly. "Ohhh ... ohhh ... ohhh ... yes ... this ... love
... this ... Mistress ... " Nocturne cried out, "Don't ... stop ... keep ...
going ... yes ... YES ... YES ... YES!!!!" "YES!!!!" Melina pretty much came
the same time as Nocturne did.

Melina let her body gyrate like a worm over Nocturne a bit longer. "Ohhhh, she
didn't disappoint my love," she said. "Ohhhh ... ohhhh ... " Nocturne
simmered, "I'm glad ... I pleased ... you ... Mistress." "Oh I could get used
to her calling me that," Melina winked to her husband, who nodded and chuckled
in agreement. "That was ... the last time ... actually." "What?" Melina looked
back and heard a click sound. Suddenly, she was smacked in the face with the
cuffs she had used to bind Nocturne. "WHAT?" Greg shouted. Nocturne sat up,
"Tips for cosplaying as a superheroine," she held up two tiny prongs, "Never
make love to her captive while wearing her utility belt." "You'll PAY!!!" Greg
moved to Nocturne only to be met to with a boot to his face. Nocturne rolled
off the bed, landing a bit wearily as she was still recovering from her
powerful climax. Greg helped his wife to her feet, "Defiant bitch." "I've been
called worse," Nocturne took an offensive stance.

Greg and Melina looked at each other and nodded. They began to spin towards
Nocturne almost as one. "What?" Nocturne was caught off guard when Greg landed
a punch to her face followed by Melina landing a jumping sidekick to her bare
back that send her to the ground. "Uhhh," she groaned. "Did you think we were
just traffickers?" Melina boasted. "We're married for a reason. We're just
compatible that way," Greg added. "Good," Nocturne started to rise, "FOR
YOU!!!" She rushed and leapt up, launching two kicks into the married couple,
staggering them back. Once she landed, Nocturne was rushed by both opponents.
Despite that the evil couple had no superpowers Nocturne was fighting for her
life. Greg and Melinda seemed to operate almost like a single person, working
together to overpower the superheroine. Greg was moving like a trained boxer
and used wrestling moves as well, Melinda used a variety of movements from
oriental martial arts as she seemed to be trained in taekwondo and Jiujitsu.

Nocturne fought for her life but the couple used teamwork and precise blows to
wear down the heroine. Taking a mean punch to her ribs Nocturne tried to
counter with a hard kick towards Greg. However he blocked it and Melina used
the moment to chop Nocturne hard in the throat. As Nocturne coughed and
wheezed Melina leaped towards her and wrapped her legs around hers in a flying
scissor takedown which flung her towards the floor. As Nocturne tried to get
up Greg quickly got behind her and locked her in a tight full nelson hold.

"Got you now, shame we will have to bruise you a bit before selling you" Greg
whispered in her ear as he held her tight.

Melina confidently stood in front of Nocturne and slipped her fingers inside
of her panties. She then grabbed her pussy lips and violently twisted them.

Nocturne screamed in pain as Melina looked satisfied. "I have my ways to break
resistant slaves like you Nocturne"

Nocturne moaned as Melinda kept hurting her most intimate spots with her cruel
nails.

Seeing the cruel smile on the face of Melina a part of her wanted to just give
in. Beg for mercy and perhaps she will stop.

However she then remembered all the trapped girls who were relying on her to
set them free.

"They're good ... but ... they're not going to.....beat ... ME!!!" Nocturne
boosted her spirits and kicked back Melina who seemed suprised by her sudden
resistance. As Melinda dropped to the floor Greg furiously applied more
pressure on the neck of Nocturne. Using her flexible shoulders Nocturne
managed to slip free, and threw the powerfull male over her shoulder in a
perfect Judothrow, flipping Greg into a nearby closet.

"I'll make you pay," Melina growled, seeing her husband unconscious, "I'll
keep you for myself, fuck you senseless, then make you watch as those other
girls are sold and fucked right in front of you. I ... WILL ... BREAK ...
YOU," she cried loudly. Nocturne cracked her neck and raised two fingers,
motioning, "come at me". Melina attacked. But she wasn't as focused as she was
before. Nocturne saw so many opening she laid into Melina hard with a number
of swift punches, bringing the slaver to her knees. "I don't break as easily
as you think," Nocturne said before landing a kick on Melina's head that
knocked her out. Sighing, Nocturne moved to the door. But the moment she
touched the handle, she paused. She looked at the unconscious Melina, "Hmmm.

The girls in the container were huddled together for comfort. Suddenly they
heard a commotion outside. They tightened. No matter what happened, they would
try their best to protect each other. "AHH!!" a cry of pain filled their ears
along with a bash against the door. It was unlocked and opened next ... and
there was Nocturne: Mistress of the Night. "Let's get you girls home." It took
seconds to free the girls and a few minutes for the cops to arrive. By then,
Nocturne was out of sight, watching from the shadows where she worked best.
She sighed with relief ... and a thought crossed her mind. She looked to the
distance. The night had been saved and there was one place Nocturne felt she
needed to be at the moment.

Across town ...

Doctor Naomi Evans yawned as she finished up her latest patient report. The
day had been longer than she intended. But she agreed to help ease the
introduction of a few new patients to the facility where she worked. Naomi was
trying not to focus on sleep but she was getting there. "You look tired."
Naomi gasped and looked behind her. Sitting on top of her bookshelf was
Nocturne. "Don't you ever knock?" Naomi asked, gasping. "I did," Nocturne
hopped down, "You were too deep in thought." "I see. Sorry, it's been ... "
Naomi yawned, "Exhausting really." "You work too hard, too much," Nocturne
said, sitting on the side of her desk, her legs close to Naomi's chair. "I
don't know. I just don't feel the job is being done right if I'm not the one
doing it, you know?" Nocturne nodded, "I thought that way once. Then I found a
friend willing to walk into hell with me on a regular basis. And I learned the
world's weight didn't have to rest squarely on my shoulders." "Uhhhh ... don't
remind me," Naomi rolled her neck. "Here," Nocturne moved behind Naomi and
began to rub her shoulders. "Ohhhh," Naomi let out a soft sigh, "Soooo good."
Nocturne chuckled. It made her blush to hear someone she was secretly in love
with compliment her skills and moan so sexily.

"Did ... you need something ... by the way?" Naomi asked, her voice in a haze
of relaxation. "What? Oh ... no I just ... ummm," Nocturne stopped rubbing in
her nervous reply. Naomi turned around in her chair, looking puzzled. "It was
a rough night on my end too and ... I just wanted to talk to a friend." Naomi
raised an eyebrow but then smiled, "It's a nice change of pace I suppose. I
was hoping I wasn't just another information bank you needed to fight crime."
"No ... never," Nocturne assured her. Naomi chuckled, "I know, I know.
Nocturne you're fine. Do you ... just want to talk about ... things?" "It's
been a while since we've done that," Nocturne admitted, "Have we ... ever done
that?" "Pull up a chair. The office may be closed but the doctor is always in
for the Mistress of the Night." Behind the mask, Bethany Hunter wished she
could just be open and honest with Naomi. Her heart always beat a little
faster around her. For now though, she didn't mind this. Naomi wasn't just
another ally in her fight, she was a friend. And Nocturne was quite content to
talk with this friend for as long as she could.