The Trials of Bethany Hunter




Bethany Hunter sat at her desk in her dimly lit office, lines of light
streaming shadows inside behind her from the sun against the blinds. Stocking
legs crossed and a grey high heels shoe tapping against the inside of her
desk, Bethany mulled over the file in front of her and the piece of paper from
the folder. She shook her head, "Such a horrible way to go." The pictures were
all the same: girls splayed out in beds, on floors, one or two even in dirty
alleys, all in various states of dress, some still on, others full nude. As
she looked over the reports included, Bethany noted that each girl has some
kind of new aphrodisiac drug running through their systems. From what the
Doctor who provided the reported gathered, each girl died not from any sort of
assault, though it was clear each had been with at least one man, but rather
from an extreme orgasm. Each victim's panties were nearly soaked in their own
personal fluid from multiple orgasms. But what intrigued Bethany the most were
the looks on the victims faces, "Happy ... they don't look the least bit
terrified or afraid." She set the photos and reports down and leaned back,
looking at her ceiling. Bethany herself had kept it quite secret save for one
or two other people, that she enjoyed a good time of pleasure and love making
... to varying degrees of naughtiness. But she knew her limits and knew when
too much was too much ... though she enjoyed that level at times, she always
wanted to live to experience it another day. "Did the drug push them past that
limit?" she asked herself. With a huff, she looked back into the crime folder
and noticed an address. "A location? A crime scene unchecked? Whatever it is,"
Bethany got up and grabbed her jacket, "It's something for me to look into."

The building did look abandoned in the middle of Fortune City. But as Bethany
explored it, she recalled the info she gathered on it prior to her visit. The
building was owned by a man named Dominic Mortedcai. He was well known in
underground circles as an effective but ruthless businessman. But rumors also
persisted that his wealth and status weren't just attained from selling
buildings and managing clubs but also through illegal means. Drug trade,
especially involving drugs that turned girls on, seemed to fit him. It did
occur to Bethany as her heels echoed down the long hallway she traveled, that
Dom was also a very handsome man. As she stepped into a new room, she allowed
her mind to wander into what a night with a man like him out be like ... more
than likely not gentle but secretly, Bethany wouldn't mind a bit of roughness,
it made her giggle as she thought of his hands on her ass.

Suddenly, metal doors slammed shut in both corners of the room, causing
Bethany to gasp. She ran back to the door she came through and slammed her
fist against it, "DAMMIT UGH!!" She turned around, wondering what was next.
Her answer came through a soft hissing sound. Bethany's eyes widened. She
could see little exhaust ports in all four corners of the ceiling above her.
"Gas." Instinctively, her hand went to her side but Bethany's concern worsened
when she realized, "Dammit, I'm not Nocturne right now. No gadgets ... the gas
... cant defend against it." Thankfully she thought this and said nothing out
loud. Didn't change the fact that a mist was beginning to fill the room,
surrounding Bethany and her grey suited, dark stocking and high heeled form.
Slowly, she began to couch and took one last deep breath. But it was for
naught, "No ... I'm sure i ... I inhaled ... some of it ... ohhh ... " She
began to swoon and stagger but still stay standing as best she could. "Not ...
not feeling sleepy but ... dizzy ... strange ... need to process ... process
... ohhhhh," Bethany pulled the bottom of her skirt down with her hand over
her crotch, covered by a lacy black thong. "Hot ... so ... hot ... " she
thought, sweat beginning to form at her neck. Bethany's mouth opened, her
tongue just in sight as her mind was flooded with sensual and erotic energy.
"My ... ass ... " she mumbled, "Want it ... caressed, gropped ... spanked ...
squeezed ... enough to ... make me weak ... helpless ... ohhhhhh," she did
just that, reaching behind her skirted rear and squeezing a cheek as hard as
she could. Bethany fell to her stocking encased knees, "Bad ... been so ...
bad ... spank me ... spank me til I cum," she almost cried out as she
proceeded to raised her skirt up and slap her ample ass as hard as she could.
Her body shook, her heart raced and the inner most bad girl within Bethany
hunter panted and moaned wildly. Before long, one solid slap sent Bethany onto
her belly, shuddering as one hand reached to her wet crotch and rubbed to
complete her building orgasm. She reached out as she reached that climax,
"AHHHHHHH OHHHHHHH!!!!" And then she fell limp to the ground. The gas ceased
and began to be filtered from the room. For a brief moment, unclouded thought
returned to Bethany's mind, "What ... what happened ... why am i ... on the
floor and why am I so ... wet ... and weak...cant move ... can't ... escape
... uhhhhhh ... " The unbenknownst to whoever had her Nocturne had been less
than silently defeated by her own inner most pleasure. What awaited her next
... who knew.

Bethany awoke an undetermined time later, aching and her head swimming in
mystery. "What ... happened? I feel ... so ... ohhhhh ... " even the slightest
attempt to move sent small but much felt waves of residual pleasure through
her body. Bethany's stocking clad knees pushed against each other under ...
her desk? Her head shot up, albeit resulting in a massive headache. Sure
enough, Bethany was now back in her PI office in the city, resting at her
desk. Looking down, she found herself still clad in her grey skirted suit
along with her stockings and high heels. One thing she did note besides her
feeling the unkempt state of her hair ... was a lingering wetness beneath her.
Setting a finger to her panty covered nether regions, Bethany had a look of
confusion on her face. Not only did she not know how she got to her office but
she had no idea why her nethers felt like they had endured an all weekend
pleasure marathon ... and not entirely by her own hand. "The last thing I
remember was the building ... and the gas ... Ahhh," Bethany grasped her head
with both hands, "Why cant I remember?" It was at that moment she glanced at
the new computer on her desk and a blinking icon that had a video file that
said "Play Me." Bethany activated the video and covered her mouth. There she
was, being gassed in that mysterious room before committing to talking dirty
aloud and spanking her luscious ass. "What on Earth?" she was shocked. Cut to
a moment later when she had been moved and was now being thrust upon by the
very same man she had been investigating, Dominic Mortdecai. Bethany was
screaming in the video for him to thrust harder, faster, wetter. She had her
hand on her heart, "Why don't I remember this? I would never ... well ... I'd
never admit it," she told herself. The next clip showed Bethany staring
longingly down at someone, shooting from a first person perspective as she
stripped from her grey suit and danced seductively above who she assumed to be
Dominic. "I've always thought you were sexy," she said in the video, "Always
wanted you to have me, ravish me ... talk dirty to me ... you and your muscles
and your ... " she grinned and Bethany's eyes widened when she saw what she
did next. The whole block could have heard her reaction, "WHAT THE FUCK!!!??"

It was then the video cut out. Instead a long white line appeared on the
center of the screen, resonating as a distorted voice spoke, "That was only
the beginning Ms. Hunter." Being augmented by a computer, Bethany could not
make out the voice. "No doubt you are wondering why you cannot remember these
acts. That is because of the drug we have tested on you, the one we intend to
sell, Forgetasm. It unleashes your inner most sexual desires and makes you
more than willing to act them out as well as those of whoever you might be in
contact with." "BASTARDS!!!" Bethany cried out, slamming her fists onto her
desk, cracking it a bit. "You should have deduced by now that this footage is
safe with us and is only a warning of what will happen if you continue to
meddle in our affairs and do not cooperate. As we speak your lovely movie is
being edited as we speak and will be released publicly once complete should
you poke your nose in our business again. And do not think simply staying away
will be enough, there are other ... conditions." Bethany raised an eyebrow.
"The boys were quite impressed by your talents ... as was I for that matter.
We would like to see more ... " "Go to hell," Bethany fumed. "You will be sent
instructions as to the task you are to perform on your webcam and if these
tasks are not completed and uploaded to us by the time indicated ... then this
video goes viral and your inner most slut is revealed to Fortune City. Any
further interference after this ... will not end well for you Ms. Hunter. You
should receive your first set of instructions soon. I look forward to your
next show." The message ended and deleted itself from Bethany's desktop.
Bethany sighed and let her forehead rest on her desk. She almost wanted to
tear up: subdued, defeated and forced to pleasure a man she despised. She was
lucky though, "They know all about Bethany Hunter's inner most desires ...
thankfully nothing about Nocturnes." It gave her an edge. Bethany stood up,
albeit on shaky legs and wandered over to a nearby book shelf. Pressing a
button underneath a shelf, the full book case opened up, revealing a secondary
Nocturne costume she had just in case she was needed and could not get back to
her apartment. Bethany let her fingers trace the leather of her bodice armor
piece and sighed, "I want to make them suffer for this ... but no doubt that
place will be cleared out by now. I ... " she forced herself to admit, "I have
to follow their game for now. Dammit." It wasn't even that Bethany feared what
she might have to do ... it was that she might actually enjoy some of it. Deep
down Bethany enjoyed a naughty night with both men and women and even herself
when she got creative. It was a weakness that she feared might interfere with
both her private eye work and her duties as Nocturne: Mistress of the Night
... but in this case could she actually enjoy destroying them both?

Task 1

Bethany looked up at Dom again. The drug boss was straddling her with his
strong legs while his ripped upper physique stared down at her upper body,
clad only in a sexy black lace bra. Bethany's arms were above her head and she
looked like a weak schoolgirl, a far cry from the private detective and secret
vigilante she normally was. A small shimmer could be seen from Dom's eyes,
indicating the precense of lens cameras, capturing Bethany from his first
person perspective. "You accepted this too easily I think," Dom noted, "Why is
that? I have not even used my drug on you. Why allow yourself to be in this
position without a fight ... tell me ... tell everyone." Bethany shivered,
"Because ... because you are strong ... powerful ... and i ... and i ... "
Bethany hesitated, part of her strong mind not wanting to admit her secret
even if Dom already knew after their last encounter. Dom placed a hand on her
neck and gave a gentle squeeze, "Speak to the public Ms. Hunter, you know the
consequences." Bethany whimpered, "because I want you to do it," she spoke up,
"I feel exactly how I want to ... helpless ... weak ... at your command. My
body, it burns to be touched by you. My ass ... it wants you to grip it hard.
My ... my pussy ... is so wet for you. And I cant resist you at all." Dom
grinned, "For that bit of truth you've earned this ... " he leaned in and
kissed Bethany hard, his tongue launching an all out assault that Bethany
combated against. When he pulled away, she stuck her open mouthed tongue out
as if wanting more. She gasped when she felt Dom begin to pull her lace
panties down to her knees. Dom ginned as she saw her pussy was indeed already
dripping at his precense. "Don't want to fight him," Bethany thought to
herself, "Want him in me, to spank me hard, to ... to make me cum all night
and into the day ... I'm ... powerless ... and I love it ahhhhhh," she gasped
aloud that last bit as Dom's manhood entered her hard and fast. "Uhh ... uhhhh
... uhhhh ... uhhhh," Bethany moaned, her fingers tightening above her as she
was rocked up and down the bed, gasping and moaning with Dom in unison. "Uhhh
... uhh ... uhhhooHAHHHH ... " she cried out as his hands found their way to
her ass and gripped it tighter than it ever had before. "YES ... YES ... GRIP
IT ... GRIP IT AND FUCK ME ... NOT RESISTING ... I WANT THIS ... I WANT
YOU!!!" "Glad to hear it ... so's the audience," Dom grinned wickedly and
continued his work.

Task 2

Bethany fumed as she reached up as high as she could. Even on her high heels
she could not get her feather duster to reach her top shelf. "Find a way to
clean it girl," the thug behind her with the camera spoke. Bethany turned and
glared at him. She was dressed in a black maids costume with a white lace
bottom, white lace apron along with black stockings and black high heels. But
more embarrassing was the front of the costume had been cut open, revealing
her perfect breasts. A maids bonnet fitted her head as a final touch.
"Master," Bethany said with disgust in her mind, "I will need a ladder for
that." As she began to walk away to procure one, she was stopped, "Wait. Stay
there." Bethany froze in place. The thug turned off his camera and stood
behind her, taking in a whiff of her hair, "Mmmmm ... no maid should smell
this fragrant." A shiver went up Bethany's spine, "Please ... Master ... I
must ... I must finish the dusting ... Ahhhhh," she cried as his hand spanked
and clasped her ass peeking from under her costume. "I did not tell you to
reply. For that ... " he bent down and slowly pulled down Bethany's lacey
panties. Bethany shivered more, heard in her breathing as the lacy material of
her undergarments sent waves of pleasure up her body as they slid down her
long, stocking encased legs. She bit her lips, her pussy moistening where she
stood as the panties touched her ankles. "Step out ... and finish you job
without these. If you do a good enough job you may have them back." Bethany
was red with embarrassment. Again she had been forced into a shameful scene by
Dom but she was also enjoying it deep down. It had been a long time since
anyone almost made her cum by pulling her panties down her legs. As she
reached the closet to collect her ladder, most of her wanted to shut herself
in and finish what the goon had started. "But that might only make things
worse," she thought, trying her best to bury her inner sexual desires for now.
She procured the ladder and returned, standing atop of it and still having to
extend to reach the top shelf. The goon grinned as he claimed several shots of
Bethany's pantyless crotch. He licked his lips, "Keep cleaning Maid." "Yes
Master uUUHHHHH!!!!" Bethany gasped as she felt lips and tongue press against
her moistened sex. "Uhhhh ... uhhh ... uhhh ... " Bethany gasped, one hand
gripping the top of the shelf while the other struggled to grip the dust wand
in her hand. "Finish as I make you cum or else, maid," the goon said, breaking
his polishing for a moment before continuing. His tongue danced along her
bursting nether lips and eventually, Bethany could not hold it any further,
"OHHH AHHH UUHHHHHHH!!!" She cried as her legs stiffened. The thug pulled back
and swung an arm at the side of Bethany's knees, sending the private
eye/superheroine/maid falling into his arms. "You did not finish." "Master I
... " Bethany pleaded. With that, he flipped her over and sat her across his
lap as he sat on the step stool. "Ahhhh ... ahhhhh ... ahhhhhh," Bethany
cried. Not only had she not begun to recover from her prior orgasm, but
another was quickly building again as her favorite weakness was exploited: the
rough spanking of her perfect ass. "I ... I cant last ... much longer ahhh ...
these tasks ... I must ... escape these thugs ... nooo ... nooooo ... don't
want ... the feelings ... to stop ... feel ... wrong ... bad ... so bad ...
want him ... to hit harder ... harder ... .harder ... .HARDER ... PLEASE
MASTER ... HARDER ... " Bethany screamed where her mind stopped thinking.

With her ass now glowing red, she was one step closer to sexual domination
once again ... and she was enjoying every moment of it.

Task 3

This was unusual, well more so for the most recent weeks that anything had
been. Bethany had been sitting at her desk in her office, arms crossed, finger
tapping her elbow. Dominic Mortdecai was late on his email for a task set for
her. Had something gone wrong? Was something worse about to happen? And most
importantly, was Bethany disappointed at not being given another sexually
humiliating task she thought she would enjoy. She shook her head, "No. I have
to remember why I'm really doing this. Bide my time, try to get close and stop
the sale of this Forgetasm drug ... personal sexual satisfaction cant be my
top priority right now." As she finished her thought, an email did appear on
her laptop. Bethany took a moment to open and skim read it. "Is this ... is
this some kind of joke?" she asked aloud.

"Dear Ms. Hunter, I'm afraid to announce that our affairs in the realm of our
recent Forgetasm drug distribution are almost complete and therefore our use
for you is almost at an end. I say almost because there is still the matter of
you pursuing your investigation or going to the police with your findings.
Please do not forget we have a decently sized library of you enjoying our
company. If you do not wish for us to distribute this to keep you off our
scent and risk your reputation as a popular private investigator, then please
deliver the sum of two million dollars to the location specified in this email
below. We know you come from money so this sum should be no problem for you to
procure. Rest assured, I will be there in person to guarantee one final
goodbye between us ... and maybe a bit more. Midnight tonight Ms. Hunter. Do
not disappoint me ... or do so if you wish for the world to see the slutty
minx you are."

-Dominic

Bethany slammed a fist on her desk, "Enough is enough." She stood up and
turned around, the sun was starting to set. Bethany rolled her shoulders and
looked at the location provided. "Figures," she thought. It was the building
she first encountered Dominic and his mind wipping sex drug. Bethany closed
her eyes, "Home field advantage is theirs. They know I have money and they
want me to deliver it. But ... if I arrived earlier than that in another way,
I could throw them off their game, maybe even prep myself." She nodded,
walking over to a nearby bookcase and pressing a button under one of the
shelves. It opened to reveal her Mistress of the Night variant of her Nocturne
costume and gear. She placed a hand gently on the chest of it, "Let's hope
wearing you helps me fight the drug and whatever else they have ready for me."
But first, she had other things to plan for tonight. A battle was unavoidable
... and Bethany had lost enough rounds in this was with Dominic, now it was
time for a win.

Later that night ... one hour til Bethany's scheduled meet up

The guard didn't even have time to scream and try as he might he still
couldn't as the gloved hand clamped off his mouth and a gloved arm crushed his
wind pipe. He was out in seconds, allowing Nocturne to lower him down slowly.
He was the fifth sentry she had taken down and she was certain that just left
Dom and his two bodyguards in the room where she first unknowingly encountered
him. As she crept down the hall, she could hear them speaking. "You sure
she'll show boss?" Dominic chuckled, "I'm almost hoping she won't." Nocturne
paused to listen. "Everything we've done to her I could see the enjoyment in
every bit of footage she sent back. I wonder if she'll take great pleasure in
everyone knowing she loves being treated like an oversexed whore. Who knows,
if she's too embarrassed she knows we might just take care of her one day ...
or give her to someone else when we are finished." "Enough ... of ... this ...
" Nocturne burst in and tossed two perfectly thrown sleeping darts into the
necks of Dom's bodyguards on either side of where he was sitting. They fell to
the ground before they could draw their guns. Dom just sat there though with
his hands folded, "The infamous Mistress of the Night. What brings you across
my path this evening?" He eyed up her luscious crimefighting body and admired
her black, form fitting costume, even wondered what eyes were behind that
mask. "Dominic Mortdecai ... it has come to my attention that you are in
possession of a new sex drug that wipes memories and plan to sell it. Sorry
but I wont let women be abused like that in my city," Nocturne said, arms
folded across her ample chest. Dominic shook his head and stood up, "That
pesky Ms. Hunter was the only one who knew and she turned to you? Well," he
cracked his neck and his knuckles, "Would you care to be the first to see what
this city's prime private detective is really like? You'd get the exclusive
first look. And to be fair," he raised his arms in a boxing pose, "I always
wondered if you're as good as ive heard you to be." Bethany had been waiting
for this. And as Nocturne she felt powerful, confident, and more than capable
of kicking Dominic's ass. She lashed out a spin kick at him which Dom blocked
... but straining against it's might. Nocturne dropped to do a sweep kicking
before pushing herself up with one hand to land a successful kick to Dominic's
white shirted chest, sending him crashing against his desk. "I expected more,"
Nocturne boasted as she got to her feet. Dom wiped some blood from his lips,
"And I'm still waiting to be impressed." He got up and moved towards her.

Nocturne got pressured with sharp boxing combinations by Dom. As she took a
thudding jab to the belly she remembered something about Dom having been a
former boxing champion before turning into a criminal bussinesman. Nocturne
was able to avoid his uppercut aimed at her chin. Quickly she lashed out with
a punch at his face however he ducked it and before she was able to follow up
he connected a left hook flush to her chin.

Her head snapping to the side Nocturne felt her head spinning and legs going
rubbery as she staggered backwards.

"You have never been punched untill you have been punched by a good knock out
boxer Miss Nightsong!"

Dom was taunting Nocturne as he threw lightning fast punches in an attempt to
knock Nocturne unconscious.

Dazed and unbalanced Nocturne ducked underneath his punches and tackled him to
the floor. The two struggled hard and Nocturne was able to briefly straddle
his waist before he pushed her off.

As they got back to their feet Nocturne blinked her eyes to remove the cowebs.

The two then attacked each other again in a flurry of punches and kicks.

The fight had lasted longer than Nocturne had wanted. For the better part of
ten minutes, she and Dominic traded kicks and boxing punches with each other.
While Nocturne was aware of the boxing skills of Dom she made sure to stay on
the move and keep some distance, either staying out of range or getting close
and clinching him to deny his perfect range to throw his punches. She could
even tell she had a bit of an advantage anticipating and blocking Dominics
attacks, her own attacks weren't really slowing him down. Whether one or the
other wanted to admit it or not, they were almost evenly matched. "Dammit, I
cant get manage to land a solid blow on her," Dominic thought. "Dammit, been a
while since I've fought someone this good," Nocturne thought as well, "If I
don't wrap this up, he might start wondering where Bethany ... where I am." So
Nocturne went for a crippling blow, catching Dominic's next oncoming punch and
seizing his arm. She pulled Dom off balance and dragged him forward, kicking
in the back of his knee and bringing him to the ground before tugging his arm
back, ready to break it if she had to. "Your operation is finished Mortdecai,"
Nocturne shouted, "Surrender, you can't defeat me." "Urgh, you are ... pretty
good," Dominic said, sweat pouring down his brow as Nocturne applied more
pressure to his arm.

"However," Dominic howled as he pulled on his own tortured arm, pulling
Nocturne off balance, dislocating his shoulder in the process but freeing
himself from her grip as well. Spinning around he punched Nocturne in her
right side with a perfect hook to the liver. Nocturne gasped as the punch hit
her liver hard. Nocturne curled up in pain as her entire body shut down.
Nocturne was on her knees with her hands on the floor unable to move, if this
was a boxingmatch the referee would have stopped the fight and declared it a
TKO. However this was not a sporting contest and Dom was far from done with
the Mistress of the night.

"Stay there for a while and enjoy this," Dominic said. Nocturne didn't have
time to reply before she felt the sting of a needle pierce her tights,
"UGH!!!" "Let that soak in while I fix this shoulder," Dominic said before
moving off.

Nocturne gasped, she knew exactly what she had just been doused with. "Ahhh
... uhhhhhh ... " Her raised, needle stabbed leg lowered slowly and she
quickly slowed her breathing. "Forgetasm ... already ... taking hold ... ohhh
... " she thought feeling hot, her thoughts echoing so loud in her head she
didn't even hear Dom slam his shoulder against the wall, forcing it back into
place. "No ... get ... up ... " Nocturne rolled onto her stomach and forced
herself onto one knee. "Hmmm," Dominic said, turning around, "Havent seen too
many try to resist the drug but then again," he tried to punch downward but
Nocturne blocked it, albeit a bit not as strong as before, "You're not
ordinary are you, Miss Nocturne?" "N ... no ... I'm not," Nocturne gritted her
teeth and forced Dominic up and off her fore arms. As she went in for her own
punch, the rubbing of her costume against her legs and crotch made her sigh
and she stumbled, allowing Dom to finally land a punch against her jaw.
Nocturne fell to her knees, "Head ... clouding ... body ... getting hotter ...
harder ... to focus." Dominic hovered over her and taunted, "Why fight it? I
can only imagine the pent up fantasies in your head. Fighting crime can be
soooo difficult and no one is there to help relieve the stress. But I can see
to that." Nocturne shook her head, "You ... you don't know me," she said. "But
I do ... " Nocturne gasped. That voice in her head ... she should know it all
too well. For standing before her, instead of the chiseled Dominic ... was
herself, Bethany Hunter, looking shy and naughty in a black, strapless bra, a
black lace thong and silky dark stockings. "Just stop the fighting Nocturne
... you know you want him to win and have you ... and if I want it ... "
Nocturne fell onto her butt as Bethany spoke, "So do you."

Nocturne struggled to her feet and staggered, "No ... I can't ... think about
this right now ... we can't. Dominic he ... he must be stopped," she reached
out for a person who wasn't really there. Luckily, she was speaking in mind
and not out loud, for if that didn't give away her secret identity, the result
from the punch that broke through the imaginary Bethany might have. Nocturne
gasped and ducked Dominic's punch but a punch to her belly made her crash to
the ground again, "Ugh". "Answer me," the imaginary Bethany spoke again,
standing over the fallen Nocturne, ass in the air, "Why fight? Doesn't it
excite you a little bit? Arent you tired of hiding from what makes you happy?
Being helpless and hot in the arms of someone stronger than you?" Nocturne
pushed herself up again but with greater effort, "Stop it ... I ... just stop
it," she swiped a hand around, grasping at air. Dominic was unaware of the
true mental battle ragging in the periled heroine but was enjoying the great
Nocturne at a disadvantage. He circled her, wishing he could see what the
Forgetasm was making her see and wish for. "There's a time ... and uuuuhhhh,"
Nocturne placed a hand against her yearning crotch, "and a place ... but not
here ... not with him ... I'm ... I'm Nocturne now ... and he must be stopped.
You understand that ... " she looked pleadingly at Bethany, "Don't you?"

Bethany sighed and walked over to Nocturne, her fingers resting under her
chin, making Nocturne gasp. "I enjoy the pleasure, from the sense and pain. I
never feel more alive than when I am helpless. Why do you think I truly dawned
you in the first place?" "To help people," Nocturne said, losing the battle
slowly but surely. "No ... to be caught, deprived of my gadgets, my pride, my
power as a figure ... to feel helpless and weak ... and thus fulfilled."
"Uhhhh ... " Nocturne gasped as Bethany's hands met her gloved ones at her
crotch. "Surrender ... let him have you ... let Nocturne go ... " Bethany
pulled Nocturne in close, brushing her stocking encased legs against Nocturne
before reaching around and grabbing her ass tightly. Nocturne almost came on
the spot. Dominic had given up even trying to attack and merely stood there as
Nocturne crossed her knees and tried to hold back the oncoming orgasm. "Please
... I'm not like that ... all the time ... huuuhhhhh," Nocturne gasped as her
costume covered ass was caressed smoothly with the occasional slap by her
imaginary secret identity. "I only want what's best for both of us," Bethany
whispered, "And it's best for you to cum now ... please ... " That one little
plea caught Nocturne's attention and she gently took Bethany's hand, pulling
it and herself away, "Please?" "Yes," Bethany hung her head, "I enjoy the
thrill, the pleasure ... but I don't want to torture you into it ... i ... I
just want you to be happy." Nocturne understood and smiled, her gloved hand
cupping Bethany's cheek, "I am happy ... as both of us. I never fear I cannot
have pleasure and joy as both Bethany Hunter or Nocturne. There are those out
these who would gladly take me and make me helpless with plenty of goodness in
their hearts. I'm happy then and I'm happy stopping crime and helping people.
I can have both ... we can have both." Bethany's eyes watered, "Do you
promise?" Nocturne almost wanted to kiss her imaginary self but felt a gentle
hug would suffice, her hands softly caressing her alter egos soft skin, "I
promise ... just wait til this is all over. You know I can think of a few ways
to relieve all this pent up desire." Bethany smiled, "Oh I know all too well.
After all ... " the two fused together, leaving only Nocturne standing there,
"We are the same girl who kicks all kinds of ass."

Nocturne shook her head and slumped over. Dominic, arms folded, was confused,
"Had enough? Ready to let the drug take you over now?" "A ... actually,"
Nocturne was breathing heavily, "Yeah ... I have had enough." She lifted
herself up and backed against the wall, arms up, "I surrender ... oh Dominic
please," she looked longingly and pleadingly at him, pouting, "I've been such
a bad girl attacking you ... have me any way you wish." Dominic smirked, "The
legendary Mistress of the Night begging me to ravish her like a common
prostitute? I really am the luckiest man alive," he licked his lips and moved
to her, roughly securing her wrists with his own hands and grinning, "After
tonight, Nocturne will be all mine ... as will whoever is under this pretty
little mask of yours." "Yes," Nocturne gasped, "Closer ... kiss me ... take me
... I cant wait any longer. Your body ... so impressive ... you have defeated
me ... I've lost." "Exactly what I wanted to hear," Dom leaned in to kiss her
while on hand let go of her wrist to begin unzipping her leotard. "Good,"
Nocturne said before sending her knee into Dominic's groin, crushing his
erection in the process. "AHHHHHHHHH!!!" This was the first time Bethany had
heard him sound so helpless. Dominic Mortdecai fell to his knees before
Nocturne kicked him back. "Sorry Mr. Casanova," she said, taking a deep
breath, "Let's hope your drug dealing ways earn you a nice husband in prison,"
summoning what strength she had left, Nocturne gave Dominic's head the best
spin kick she could manage, knocking the drug pusher out for good.

Nocturne slumped to her knees, "The drugs ... still in my system ... best I
can do ... for now ... but ... huff ... huff ... " she crawled to Dominic and
found his smartphone in his pocket, "Focus, Bethany ... there will be time for
what you want," Nocturne told herself, "Gotta get this phone to Heero first.
He could hack it and spill all of Mortdecai's information to the police ... he
owes me anyway." She weakly got to her feet and started to walk away. Before
she did, Nocturne noticed a DVD on the desk, "The Sexy Trials of Bethany
Hunter." She smiled, "Wonder if he really would have let me keep a copy ...
but first things first." She slipped it under her belt and vanished in typical
Nocturne fashion, leaving behind a floor full of unconscious Drug Dealers and
Henchmen.

Later

"Sure thing, consider this guys operation exposed," Heero Yamato, 15 year old
genius hacker for hire said, cracking his knuckles. As he began to tear apart
Dominic's phone with his skills, he heard Nocturne heaving in the corner. He
paused and turned around, "You ok there?" "It's ... nothing Heero, just hack
the phone ... uhhhhh," she crossed her legs. Heero smirked. When he had first
met Nocturne a year ago, she was busting him for several high business hacking
crimes and had come really close to figuring out her secret identity. But what
she learned after talking to him, was that despite Heero's devil may care
approach to his trade, he was a good natured soul who just wanted to make the
world a better place, be it playing virtual Robin Hood or exposing dirty
secrets on the web. During their chases, however, he had thought of having
Nocturne to himself ... in many ways. But given that she had let him go on the
sole condition that he help her on occasion, Heero was grateful he was being
given a chance. With Nocturne in such a state, the former would be bad boy was
tempted ... but he instead took Nocturne gently, "Come on, you can crash in my
room until you sort out whatever he doused you with." "No ... I can ... get
back to ... " Heero shook his head, "Stop it and appreciate I'm doing you two
favors right now," he set Nocturne down on his bed, "Ill throw on some
headphones so I don't hear what comes next. After all, might spill your
secrets under this kind of drug." Nocturne smiled, "You'd ... be surprised how
good ... I can be at ... keeping my secrets ... " Heero nodded, "Right, take
your time." "H-Heero ... " Nocturne said. "Hmm?" the young hacker had gotten
up to leave before she called him. Nocturne motioned for him to come closer
and kissed him lightly on the cheek, "Maybe that ... covers this ... extra
favor ... " Heero shrugged, "Wouldve preferred the lips ... or maybe ... "
Nocturne threw her head back and gasped, she could not hold back anymore.
"ANNNND on that note," Heero excused himself and sat at his desk in the other
room. He prepared a long playlist for his night ahead ... but did let himself
listen in on Nocturne's passionate moans in the other room for a moment, "Hope
it's a good dream you're having in there ... Miss Hunter." Yes, Heero knew and
yes ... her secret would be safe with him.

Hours later

The Forgetasm had worked itself out of her system. But Nocturne was beyond
exhausted. Her costume was scattered across the room, her tights were torn,
her breasts exposed for the world to see, sweat all down her body and her mask
barely hanging onto her face. And yet, she could not have been happier from
that night of self passion making. And true to his word, Heero had not
entered. Now sleep was coming for her. As best she could, Nocturne pushed her
mask back up, "See ... I can ... have it both ways ... " she said before
slowly slipping under the covers ... and letting her fun continue in
dreamland.

The End.