THE PERILS OF BLACK CANARY A shadow rippled with the slight motion the landing form of Diana Lance AKA Black Canary dropped from the rooftop to the fireescape, peering out of the darkness she spied her destination. Warehouse 6 the second last building from the end of the peir. Diana had recived a tip 3 hours ago from a snitch of hers called "mumbles", Diana was pretty sure "mumbles" was a woman about her own age, but they had only met at a distance at night. With "mumbles" always staying in deep shadows. BC pulled her leather jacket closer against a cold wind, regretting again her choice to not wear stockings under her black fishnets her black corset top held up against the weather well though. Diana's meta powers relied heavliy on her throat so guarding against a sore throat was always a concern. From an outside flap on her coat she pulled out a pair of binoculars, focusing on warehouse 6 she watched for any sign of movment or activity, the info had not been specific as to what was going to happen tonight, but it was clear that something was giong to happen as the 4 suv's rolled up disgorging 16 black clad figures who all deployed using military precision. Suv 1 and 2 figures took up position on either side of the roll up doors, while suv 3 and 4 spun around and backed up to said doors. As the 6 other figures from those cars breached the main door, moments later the main door slid up silently just high enough for both vehicles to back inside. The main door slid back into place as the remaining suv's pulled in followed by the rest of the team in rear guard. "Well that was different" Diana said under her breath, in all the years she had been patroling and working to stem the tide of crime she had yet to see what looked like a commando unit break into a dockside storge warehouse in the middle of the night. Shrugging away the oddity Diana braced herself leaping across to the next building over snagging a drain pipe she scaled the side, getting one step closer to warehouse 6. 10 minutes later of carefully,methodical work staying in the shaodws alert to every sound, Black Canary arrived on the ajoining rooftop to her destination. Standing preping for her last leap, her firm buttocks tensed her ample busom heaved as she drew a breath for the launch paceing back she sprinted forward tossing a grappling hook at the midpoint between the 2 structures. The grapple arrested her fall allowign her to swing up onto the top of the target. landing in a deep crouch knees to breasts, Diana regarded the area carefully again before heading out, creeping along the tarpaper surface ducking behind air conditioning units and exhaust fans she reached the acess hatch, poped the lock the nslipped inside perching amongst the rafters Diana spotted the 4 suv's but there was no sign of the commandos. That was until the bright lights of several tactical lamps illuminated her crouching 100 feet above the conrete floor. The tactical lamps were so bright that it temporarily blind her makeing her night adjusted eyes useless instinct took over Black Canary opend her mouth to give her signature "Canary Cry" when reflected light was cast back at her as objects interupted the lamps. those "objects" were in multipe taser rounds fired from energy weapons of unknown origin, followed by an impact to her face sending her off the rafters to be caught in a net of some sort. Diana struggled in the net while trying to open her mouth but only managed to pry her lips mm's apart, Diana found the substance filling her mouth was gummy,extremely sticky and not being removed any time soon. The tazer blasts were starting to take affect, Black Canary struggle in vain several moments until she lost consiousness. 35 minutes later the floor of Warehouse 6 Black Canary's eyes fluttered open, trying to adjust to the harsh white ligh blazeing right into her groggy orbs, experimentally she tried to move, but found her coat gone and her body very strictly bound, her bonds were very tight some of the strictest she had ever come across in her career as a crime fighter. Diana's legs were foled beneath her each ankle touching it's respective buttcheek they were secured with a braided cord at the ankle,shins and knees. But that was the least of Diana's worries her arms seem to be encased in a single sheath of some sort, it felt like leather and when she struggled there was the distinctive sound of buckles clacking and leather groaning. her fingers were pressed into fists, her arms were literaly fused together.Diana could not seperate them more than a milimeter with an extreme effort to do just that. >>From looking down her length Diana could see and feel a heavy leather strap just above her ample bust yokeing and thrusting her bosom out, a short metal bar had been placed between her legs keeping them seperate. Right before her eyes, one of the dark clad figues had emerged from the shadow mas she awoken to finish her binding. Black Canary was about OT use her "Canary Cry" when she felt the large sphere pushed past her teeth stretching her jaw beyond her beleif. At the same time she saw the trianglaur leather peice as the harness gag was strapped and locked in place along the nape of her neck joining the gag's straps to the collar she Felt constrict her throat as she had opened her mouth to attack. In rage, frustration, humiliation and pure dismay Diana Lance Black Canary grunted, groaned, whimpered, growled and thrashed in her bonds causing her boobs to bounce to and fro. Diana Lance had been bound and gagged many times in the past but this time, the pure rage at her call being taken from her in such a simple fashion as a choke collar was to much. She uggled and bounced, acheking to be free, but in the end all she accomplished was to put on one heck of a display of her ample bosom jiggling in the light.