In the Devil's playground Bethany had been investigating the recent kidnappings for quite a while now. The leads had taken her to many places, such as shipyards and more recently a strip club named "Devil's Playground". There she tried to interrogate the female owner of the club, but the woman blatantly refused to cooperate. Bethany was sitting in her office when the door abruptly opened... Two women burst into Bethany's office and pointed SMG's at her, before she had time to respond. Beth slowly rose but was seized by the intruders and pinned to the desk on her back. One girl pointed a gun directly at the helpless detective, as the other grabbed the front of Beth's business skirt and proceeded to unzip it. Having specific intentions in mind she reached between Bethany's thighs and began to fondle her lacy panties. Beth reluctantly found the sensations pleasurable, but her attention was firmly fixed on the woman pointing the gun at her. Stiletto: "Listen lady, we're here on behalf of Miss Delanor of 'Devil's Playground' to give you a warning. Stop snooping around things that don't concern you or we'll be forced to return and permanently mess-up that pretty face of yours." Bethany remained silent, although her heart raced as the tattooed woman continued to fondle her. Switchblade: "Such naughty underwear! Perhaps you aren't quite as innocent as we first thought. Maybe we should play with you properly to teach you a lesson......" Tugging firmly at the lace trim of Beth's underwear Switchblade began to pull her panties down around her thighs. Bethany gasped in disbelief but was too afraid to intervene, as her lingerie came to rest around her knees... Stiletto: "Quit it, we don't have time for this, we have other people to threaten." Switchblade: "Aw, but I was just getting to the good part..." Stiletto: "I said quit it!" And with that the two women withdrew. Bethany wriggled-off the desk and into a standing position. She quickly lifted her skirt in order to adjust her panties back into place, as she stood there blushing. If anything this little "warning" motivated Bethany Hunter to stop them all the more. When night fell upon the city Bethany became the vigilante 'Nocturne'. She decided to revisit the strip club she'd been warned to stay away from, but this time she had no intention of coercion. Nocturne arrived at the 'Devil's Playground' and began to analyze her surroundings. Obviously the main entrance wouldn't be an option for getting inside since she wore the suit of a crime-fighter. Using her high-tech shades she began to analyze all possible routes into the building. The most promising solution seemed to be via the rooftop. And so it was decided. Nocturne located an adjacent fire escape ladder and began to theorize how she could utilize this point of access effectively... Nocturne made her way to the zenith of a nearby building via the fire escape ladder. Once on the roof of said building, she opened up her backpack and took out her zip-line gun. She carefully targeted the roof of the Strip Club and fired the zip-line between the two buildings. She grabbed on to the line and began to slide her way across the void. However misfortune struck! The grapple attachment at the end of the zip-line shattered as Nocturne made her way across, thus releasing the wire! Nocturne however made a jump for it and landed dexteriously on the Strip Club's roof. "That was a close one!" She thought as she dusted herself down. With that calamity behind, Nocturne made her way to Miss Delanor's office via the skylight window. Nocturne made her way into Delanor's office very easily, in fact too easy for her liking. Something wasn't right. Nevertheless she proceeded with the plan at hand. Once inside the office, she began to search the desk for all possible clues regarding the human trafficking shipments. After a few minutes, luck was on her side, as she found some documents detailing the deals. "Perfect, just what I needed," thought Nocturne as she scanned the information. However luck would soon betray her. Before Nocturne was ready to leave, three women burst into the room, preventing her retreat. Miss Delanor and the two thugs from earlier, Switchblade and Stiletto, glared at Nocturne. "Well well, look what we have here. You really didn't think it was gonna be that easy right?" Said Miss Delanor. Nocturne felt so stupid, she knew it! She knew something was wrong from the beginning. She should have trusted her gut feeling. Now she was stuck with two thugs armed with SMG's and one Madam with a whip. Nocturne couldn't do anything, if she made even the slightest move, the two thugs would empty their clips on her. It seemed her tranquiliser dart gun would be of little use in this instance... "First matter of business, throw that little dart-gun over here," said Miss Delanor. Nocturne took the gun from its holster and handed it over. "Ooh obedient, I like that. You know honey, with a cute little body like yours, I think you are over-clothed. Be a good girl and perform a sexy, little strip tease for us. If you're compliant you might just live another day," said Delanor with a grin. With the two thugs pointing guns at her, Nocturne sighed. She had no other option. Beth began to shake her hips in a very sensual way; putting her hand on the zipper, she began to unfasten it while dancing sensually. With each move, she felt the outfit slipping from the contours of her body. Once it was around her waist she lowered it fully and stepped out of it. There was Nocturne, a brave vigilante in nothing but her lingerie. The women laughed at her and she could feel her face becoming red out of sheer embarrassment. Delanor motioned her to bend so that her butt would be more exposed and with swift obedience, Nocturne did so. "Oh we are going to have so much fun with you!" said Delanor, as she lashed her whip against Nocturne's shapely rear end... "Aaaaah!" moaned Nocturne as Miss Delanor's whip lashed her rear end. Delanor moved closer to Nocturne, closing in on her and grabbing her from behind. She proceeded to kiss the fallen vigilante softly on the neck. "Good girl, that's exactly what I want to hear," said Delanor, as she slowly slipped her hands around Nocturne's waist. "Oooooh!" moaned Nocturne once more as Miss Delanor unhooked her lace bra and let it fall to the ground. Switchblade decided to join in on the fun and helped Delanor pull Nocturne's panties down. She coiled them around her fingers and laughed scornfully at Bethany Hunter. "I wonder how you can fit such a voluptuous butt inside this tiny thing," Switchblade jeered, mocking the once proud detective. Nocturne hated that twisted feeling inside of her, coupled with the fact that her body was betraying her. She was beginning to find this treatment strangely arousing. Meanwhile Delanor proceeded to trail her long fingernails over Nocturne's shapely rear. "My, my, such a scrumptious tushy; it's simply begging for me to play with it. But I'll keep that for later, one step at a time," and with that Delanor shifted her attention towards Nocturne's other assets. The Club owner began to fondle the naked woman's breasts, which to the dismay of the latter, began to make her increasingly more aroused. Delanor didn't stop there though. It seemed her agenda was to intensify said arousal, as she began to kiss Nocturne fully on the lips. Nocturne couldn't help herself. The captive detective was so enraptured by Delanor's mouth upon her own, that she returned the kiss with unbridled passion. Now Nocturne had two struggles to battle against; the deadly trio of female villains harassing her, and her own intense feelings of arousal. She would need the greatest of willpower to overcome this situation! As Miss Delanor made out with the fallen heroine, she motioned for her two thugs to restrain Nocturne's hands. Stiletto quickly brought out a pair of metal restraints, and with the help of Switchblade they quickly snapped them around Nocturne's wrists; who was so into the kissing that she barely even noticed. Nocturne was not only physically captive, but mentally and sensory as well. Her desire to fight was fading and fast. Delanor took advantage of this and shoved Nocturne towards the chaise lounge. The detective helplessly and eagerly awaited Delanor's next move. The Club owner then proceeded to take off her own mini-skirt, perhaps in preparation for something sinister. She then seated herself upon the couch and gestured for Nocturne to be placed across her lap. "Oh what a scrumptious little tushy you have, let's play with it!" exclaimed Delanor as she rubbed her captive's exposed butt cheeks. Nocturne was trying to summon all her willpower to resist the carnal urges within her, but these vixens were achieving exactly what they wanted, which was to beat the vigilante down psychologically. She did her utmost to resist, but it was becoming harder with each passing minute. As if it wasn't already enough, Delanor began to spank her hard! Spank after spank... Nocturne moaned in pain, agony, pleasure and shame. Truly if there was such a thing as guilty pleasure, she was feeling it right now... 15 minutes of nonstop spanking passed. Nocturne's butt had turned red from the punishment, as she lay breathless across Miss Delanor's lap. She was defeated. "You been such a good girl, taking everything you deserve without resistance; almost like you are enjoying it!" chided Delanor, as she kissed Nocturne once again on the mouth. "Girls, bring me my toys and join in on the fun, things are just getting started," remarked Delanor. A few minutes later, the Hench-girls returned with all sorts of sex toys, as they closed-in on Nocturne. Delanor easily slipped a finger smoothly inside Nocturne's womanhood, which was sticky with her own juices. After removing her own panties the Club owner straddled the handcuffed detective and began to grind her pelvis against that of the fallen woman. Stiletto on the other hand began to fondle the aroused heroine's naked breasts, while Switchblade analyzed which toys were going to be used on their helpless victim. Nocturne moaned loudly as the invaders had their fun with her. One thing was clear, if she was to get out of this situation she had to do it pretty soon. Otherwise this could be her last adventure.... With all her willpower Nocturne managed to retain much control of her emotions and judgement. She took in her surroundings and realized this was the perfect moment to strike back. Having thought her defeated, the goons had discarded their weapons in order to bring the toys. They were so focused on their victim's voluptuous body that they would not expect a surprise attack! Nocturne decided to use her sexuality to her advantage and turn the tables on her sexy attackers... "Mistress, Kitty wants to have more fun! Can the other two join in?" pleaded Nocturne in a very sexual, submissive tone. "Oh my... Kitten wants to play rough, huh? That's just the way we do it around here," replied Delanor with a grin. The goons approached Nocturne, whom had been allowed to stand, in order to move her to a more suitable location. As the girls were just about to seize her, Nocturne surprised them with her speed; kicking one in the jaw as fast as she could, then dodging and striking her counterpart. The two girls slumped unconscious to the floor. Nocturne send a snapping kick towards Delanor, however she seemed to have recovered from the suprise and blocked the kick with her forearms. Delanor attacked her fast and punched Nocturne hard in the throat. Coughing and gasping Nocturne tried her best to fight back but was limited by her cuffed hands. Delanor was absolutely relentless as she scratched Nocturne's face, pulled her hair and then slammed her knee hard between her legs, making the crimefighter scream in pain. With Nocturne holding her hurt groin Delanor slapped her cupped hands on her ears and robbed the heroine of her equilibreum. Yanking the heroine's hair with both hands Delanor forced her to her knees. Nocturne was stunned as Delanor picked up her whip and began to wrap it tightly around her neck. "You are still defiant, I think it is time to put and end to this" Delanor grinned sadistically as Nocturne felt her hot breath against her neck. As Delenor choked her with the whip Nocturne felt her tongue nuzzling her ear. Her vision getting blurry Nocturne slammed her head backwards and caught Delanor straight on the nose. As Delanor grunted Nocturne send a hard elbow towards her cheek and turned around. A well-placed high-kick finally rendered Miss Delanor unconscious as well. Her three foes were down and out! Now it was time to get off those cuffs. Luckily the key was nearby and with a bit of a struggle she managed to unlock them. Looking at the unconscious Delanor, she decided that perhaps leaving as Nocturne wouldn't be the best idea and so she hatched a plan... Bethany decided that the best way out of that place would be going incognito. She looked at the fallen Miss Delanor and the idea hatched. She stripped-off Delanor's remaining clothes and decided to don them herself. She wouldn't deny that Delanor was a very good looking woman. Had they met under more normal circumstances and if Delanor wasn't a slaver, perhaps they would had hit if off quite nicely. Nevertheless it wasn't the time to think of such foolishness. "How does it feel to be on the receiving end, bitch!" exclaimed Bethany, regaining a bit of her pride with those words. Bethany took a nearby bag and decided to put her costume and gadgets in it. She then took the files she was looking for and headed towards the door. Before leaving she looked back and said: "Well girls that was a fun night, but I got to go. Don't call me, I'll call you." With that she exited the room and headed downstairs. Luckily Delanor's outfit blended quite well in the crowd which allowed her to make a swift escape. Bethany then headed to her bike and left the scene. With the information she had gathered she had sufficient evidence to put Delanor and her thugs behind bars. As she drove back home, she got lost in her own thoughts. Although she barely escaped and it cost her a bit of dignity, knowing that what she had done would save quite a few girls made her feel at peace. Besides, she knew she'd enjoyed it quite a bit. After all, one of the greatest pleasures of being a heroine is the thrill of danger...