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Steel City
9:00 PM
Basement of the Wavelength Club
Chance smiled as she stepped out of her private elevator, the sharp high heels of her black knee high boots clicking off of the smooth concrete floor as she took a few steps forward, her path illuminated by soft white light that automatically lit the way as she continued to move forward. She was dressed in her typical evening attire, sans the black tuxedo coat she normally wore, her lovely body clad in a tight fitting bodice that left her upper chest and toned shoulders bare, her long legs clad in shimmering nylons and fine black silk fishnet stockings. Her bodice was black with a white stripe up the middle, fastened snugly by three gold buttons that ran up the middle, the garment seeming to defy gravity and the very laws of physics themselves as it held back Chance's impressive bosom and showed off her ample cleavage. Chance had worn her luscious reddish brown hair up in a loose bun with a soft ponytail, held in place with a decorative black hairpiece. The final bits of her formal evening wear consisted of a crisp white silk collar worn around her neck with a black bow tie, and matching silk cuffs fastened around her wrists with gold cuff-links. Chance looked every bit the part of a sexy Vegas showgirl, the outfit showing off all of her lovely feminine charms, while also serving to disarm anyone who might try to match wits with the wily young woman. In truth she was the owner of the Wavelength club, an oasis on the outskirts of Steel City, a place where people came to escape reality for a little while, or to wash away their sorrows. Whichever it was, Chance didn't much care, as long as it paid the bills and supported her extravagant lifestyle.
The tall beauty stopped as the lights in front of her lit up the far wall of the underground storage room, a small box shaped room that had been converted into a small holding cell for some of Chance's more unique guests. She smiled as the lights highlighted her newest guest, a stunningly gorgeous tall redhead who stood slumped against the wall, her long arms pulled up and away from her by a sturdy set of heavy steel chains. She was dressed in a tight fitting maroon bodysuit that left her arms and legs bare, the suit cut high on her hips to show off her impressive legs while also giving a glimpse of her sexy rear end. Her long athletic legs were adorned with black thigh high stockings and a sleek pair of maroon over the knee boots that looked quite amazing on her beautiful legs. Her arms were likewise sheathed in armored gauntlets and a pair of silky elbow length maroon gloves, though they were also covered by a pair of heavy steel shackles, which fit the slumbering redhead from her forearms all the way down to her wrists. Long beautiful red hair hung down to the middle of the athletic woman's back, and bounced lightly off of her toned and freckled shoulders, Chance smiling as she admired the chained woman's beautiful soft pale skin, her grin growing a little wider as she took in her lovely guest's sleeping masked face, two long metallic swept back wings poking through the woman's red hair. The club owner's boot heels clicked sharply off of the concrete floor as she stepped right up to her chained captive and smiled, the lights coming on fully to illuminate both herself and the chained captive.
"Crimson Valkyrie...we meet at last..." Chance purred as she reached up with a gentle hand and softly caressed the heroine's lovely face, tracing her fingertips across Crimson's cheek as she looked longingly at the stunning and athletic redhead. The Crimson Valkyrie was Steel City's lone heroine, a powerful meta-human who had all of the local cartels and criminals in general on the run, scared for their lives as she had swept the streets with an iron fist while dishing out her very painful brand of justice. It was because of Crimson that Chance had been able to set up shop in the first place, the heroine's escapades having sent so many major players running that there was now a void to fill, if anyone was brave enough to do it. While Chance wasn't a major criminal herself, she peddled information that could be considered valuable to some in the criminal underworld. She was an information broker, the kind that dealt with facts and secrets that could doom a corrupt corporation, blackmail an elected official, or even bring a major city's electrical grid to its knees. Information was power, and Chance wielded that power, making it available to those she saw fit, as long as they could pay her fees. She smiled as she let her fingertips boldly caress over Crimson's costume covered bosom, admiring how sexy and sleek the powerful heroine looked in her tight fitting costume, an alpha predator if there ever was one, the fact that Chance had her chained and helpless at her fingertips only causing her to tingle with desire and excitement.
She had done what the cartels and super villains had failed to do, capture the mighty Crimson Valkyrie. The trap had been simple enough, but it had been one that Crimson could have never avoided, the heroine's sense of justice driving her to act when a school bus full of innocent children appeared ready to plunge over one of Steel City's bridges into the cold dark river below. Chance had been studying the heroine for several months, waiting for the right moment to arrange an audience with her, the information broker grinning as she remembered watching the video feed, seeing the look of shock and disbelief on Crimson's face when the school bus revealed itself to be a holographic construct, fizzling out of view just before the small canister of nerve gas it concealed exploded and engulfed the lovely redhead in a thick cloud of gas that rendered her unconscious in a matter of seconds. From there her recovery team had swiftly moved in and acquired her guest for the evening. Chance had thought of extending the heroine an invitation to join her at her club, but that would have seemed like they were meeting on equal ground and Chance was every bit an Alpha female, just as Crimson was. She knew the only way to truly get the heroine's attention was to do something so bold and forward that even the heroic redhead would have to admit it was impressive.
While the gas had left her unconscious, Crimson was otherwise unharmed, just as Chance had ordered it. Oddly enough the heroine's impressive dual pistols had somehow vanished as she fell unconscious, but Chance had taken the precaution of having Crimson's snug fitting utility belt and thigh holsters removed, leaving the heroine in just her snug fitting maroon costume, a costume that did very little to hide her enticing beauty. The information broker had heard rumors that the heroine possessed mystical powers to go along with her impressive strength and rapid healing, and that she was the herald of some kind of goddess, but none of that mattered to Chance now that she had her prize hanging in front of her, looking so delicious and vulnerable. She would find out the information she needed soon enough, but right now she wanted to have a little fun. "So beautiful...I'm honored to be the first to have you like this..." Chance whispered seductively as she let her other hand slip down to rest on Crimson's toned thigh, the reddish brown haired woman grinning as she started to run her fingertips up Crimson's smooth inner thigh, licking her lips as she brought them up to trace over the snug fitting crotch of Crimson's costume. Her other hand boldly caressed and groped at the heroine's breasts, kneading them softly through her suit while her skilled fingertips easily found the heroine's slowly tenting nipples through the thin fabric of her top. "Mmmmnn..." Crimson let out a soft sleepy moan, causing Chance to smile as she knew the side effects of the gas she had hit the heroine with were starting to kick in.
"Ooooohhhnnn..." After a few minutes under Chance's skilled tough, the fiery redhead awoke with a soft moan of arousal, the information broker giving a soft sigh as she felt Crimson's love button stir and stand at attention through the smooth strip of maroon fabric between her legs, Chance touching and stroking the redhead like a lost romantic partner, encouraging her to awaken from her forced slumber. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a bleary set of beautiful emerald hues that seemed to regard Chance with confusion and intrigue, the heavy chains holding the tall heroine clinking softly against the wall as the powerful redhead gave a weak tug at her arms. "Hello Crimson...did you enjoy your rest? I'm so glad you've awakened so soon...I've been looking forward to meeting you..." Chance leaned in a little closer and purred in the redhead's ear. Crimson responded with a long sigh as her eyes fluttered closed behind her mask, her mouth open in a soft pout as confusion filled her mind, the heroine awakening to find herself chained while soft arousing hands and fingertips gently explored her through her uniform. "Who...who are....you? Wh...where...am I?" Crimson sighed, her speech slightly slurred as her head was still spinning from the gas, though a powerful silky warmth had also started to wrap itself around her normally potent mind. "Why do I...feel so...out of it....so...weak..." She gave another half hearted tug at her chains, feeling the full extent of the heavy steel shackles around her arms, a soft giggle filling her ears as a gentle hand rose up to cup the side of her face, while the soft tingling fingers continued to play a sensual symphony between her slightly spread thighs.
Chance smiled as she leaned in a little closer, obliging the trapped heroine as she continued to softly caress her. "My name is Chance...that's all you need to know for now. I'm an information broker, and someone that has really been wanting to meet you since I arrived here in town." Chance rubbed her thumb gently over Crimson's bottom lip, wanting so badly to kiss the alluring redhead, but for the moment she resisted, nibbling gently at Crimson's ear before continuing. "As for where you are, you're a guest at my club...though your accommodations will depend on how our negotiations go." She smiled as Crimson bit her lower lip to stifle a soft moan, the naughty information broker already feeling a soft warm dampness emanating through the heroine's costume between her powerful legs. "And three...that gas I hit you with, contains a powerful muscle relaxant. You're an incredibly strong and powerful woman Crimson...but if your muscles don't work...your strength is useless..." Chance punctuated this with a soft kiss to the heroine's cheek. "I also spiced things up a bit, with a special little stimulating aphrodisiac, one that will keep you nice and warm and oh so vulnerable to my special touch..." Indeed Crimson could already feel her mind spinning in warm oblivion, the information broker's delicate touch on her body already causing her temperature to rise as blood rushed into her erogenous zones, making her firm breasts and delicate flower even more vulnerable to her captor's advances.
"I admire you Crimson...you're so powerful, so brave and beautiful, intelligent and cunning...it's no surprise you have all of these unrefined cockroaches running for the hills..." Chance whispered softly in the heroine's ear, and Crimson was finally able to open her tired eyes, her gaze matching her captor's with a surprising amount of curiosity. "I'm powerful to...and very cunning...it is only fitting that the two of us would cross paths...that we would be excited to match wits with one another..." Crimson was about to offer a response when her voice caught in her throat, a soft moan slipping past her pouting lips instead as Chance found a rather vulnerable spot and exploited it with a delicate rub and push of her thumb. "Isn't this nice Crimson? The chance to just relax and enjoy the admiration of one as skilled and as powerful as yourself? I imagine it's hard for a lovely woman like you to find an equal...someone that...excites her..." The redhead's eyes fluttered shut once more as she started to lose focus, the powerful aphrodisiac swirling through her system as her head turned warm and fuzzy, Chance's smooth rubbing fingertips the only thing she could focus on. "The question is what should I do with you...I'm sure there are many in the cartels who would kill to have you delivered to them like this, though I can only imagine the harm they would inflict on you...and though they would surely pay a hefty fee to acquire you, I simply couldn't live with myself if I turned you over to those scumbags..." Chance looked thoughtful for a moment, enjoying her little game of cat and mouse. "Of course there are the super villains...many of them would part with a hefty sum to acquire you...someone who has foiled their plans time and time again..."
"Or I could leave you here...chained as a symbol of my own power...the city's insurmountable protector...chained in my lair for me to do what I please with..." The lovely information broker leaned forward and gave Crimson a teasingly soft kiss on her slightly puckered lips, while also allowing her to enjoy several more soft and deliberate rubs against her quickly blossoming flower. "Lucky for you I'm a reasonable woman Crimson...what I pursue is more of a...partnership..." Crimson sighed longingly as she tried to get a hold of her warming body, a warm tingle spreading between the heroine's legs as her feminine nectar started to flow, her toned tummy quivering beneath her costume as Chance touched and caressed her like a long lost lover. "Oooohhhh...goddess...I'm so...aroused..." Crimson moaned as Chance smiled, her own spine tingling at the heroine's admission. "I...won't...won't...work...for you..." Crimson managed a moment later, just barely able to get her thoughts together as she started to lightly writhe in her chains, erotic electricity starting to work its way through her chained body. "But think of the information I could give you...you could sweep crime right out of the city, be famous and revered the world over..." Chance smiled as she felt her captive tremble under her touch, knowing she was slowly turning Crimson's body against her. "I don't...don't want...to be...famous...I just want to...protect people..." Crimson confessed, her voice a hushed whisper as sweat began to bead across her smooth freckled skin. "Well then perhaps I could appeal to your sense of justice...noble heroine..."
"If you are chained here...helpless and unable to escape...who will save your precious innocents? You are their lone protector...and I alone have been the one to stop your crusade...I could hold you here as long as I wanted to...leaving your city vulnerable and ripe for a plundering..." Crimson seemed to ponder this for a moment, but she was unable to respond, her face flushed a soft pink as she struggled not to give in fully to Chance's advance. "But I don't want that Crimson...and surely you don't either. You are a tigress...power and beauty in motion. You should exist in your element...free to show off your impressive abilities..." Chance paused for a moment and gently kissed the blushing heroine on the cheek. "Of course from time to time...an equally skilled huntress might want to bring you back down to Earth...enjoy the forbidden fruits of your beauty...and perhaps show you pleasure you've only dreamed of.." This time Chance's soft lips kissed Crimson directly on her plush pouting lips, the naughty club owner holding the kiss for as long as she could until she had to break it to allow herself a small breath of air, a smile crossing her face as she relished Crimson's aroused sigh. "What...what do you want...from me??" The redhead asked with a somewhat soft tone, her captor rewarding her by gently caressing her face. "I don't want anything from you Crimson...I simply wish to come to an agreement. You...you look the other way when I'm conducting some of my more...lucrative business...and in return I'll supply you with enough information to keep Steel City's crime rate the lowest in the nation."
She grinned softly before nibbling teasingly at Crimson's earlobe, enjoying the way the beautiful redhead was shivering under her touch. "That and I can give you something you've always wanted...a safe place to come and let your hair down...a place you can enjoy the touch of another who understands you, who appreciates your power and beauty, who can match your sharp mind..." She started to rub the gorgeous redhead more deliberately, causing her to moan and squirm as her building orgasm began to make its heated presence known deep in the heroine's core. "These chains do not bind you Crimson...they do not imprison you. No...they set you free...let you throw away your responsibility and enjoy yourself. Wouldn't it be amazing? To finally experience that? A place you can go where you have nothing to worry about? Nothing to worry about except relaxing and forgetting about all of your troubles and stresses, a place where you are welcomed as an equal and treated as the goddess you are?" Crimson let out an aroused gasp as her back slightly arched, her chains jingling as her fingers clenched into fists and she involuntarily pulled against her restraints, her head tilting back as a soft moan of arousal left her pursed lips. "I promise all of this and more...and all you have to do make is a small sacrifice..." Chance could feel that Crimson was close, the tight fitting strip of maroon fabric between the heroine's legs practically soaked as her love bell rang loudly, the lovely club owner targeting the heroine's most sacred and vulnerable treasures with her delicate fingertips, coaxing her closer and closer to her sensual precipice. "Wouldn't it be nice Crimson? You can have it all...I promise...all you have to do..." She smiled and licked her lips before whispering in Crimson's ear. "Is take a chance..."
To Be Continued???
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sent me the AMAZING image above and I just had to write a fun little story to go with it. This is probably one of my favorite pieces he has ever done as it just shows so much sensuality and intimacy between the characters despite it appearing to be a somewhat perilous image. I wanted to go for something different with the story, setting it in a universe where Crimson is Steel City's lone heroine and Chance is a newcomer in town, looking to..make friends with the resident super beauty. No doubt she is making quite the impression on the lovely heroine, even if she is having to cheat a bit to do it... 
I don't know if this will be continued, but either way I had to do something for this fantastic image and please go to 's page and check out all his other amazing work!!!
Chance is the OC and property of and may only be used with his permission.
Crimson Valkyrie is my OC and may only be used with my permission.
9:00 PM
Basement of the Wavelength Club
Chance smiled as she stepped out of her private elevator, the sharp high heels of her black knee high boots clicking off of the smooth concrete floor as she took a few steps forward, her path illuminated by soft white light that automatically lit the way as she continued to move forward. She was dressed in her typical evening attire, sans the black tuxedo coat she normally wore, her lovely body clad in a tight fitting bodice that left her upper chest and toned shoulders bare, her long legs clad in shimmering nylons and fine black silk fishnet stockings. Her bodice was black with a white stripe up the middle, fastened snugly by three gold buttons that ran up the middle, the garment seeming to defy gravity and the very laws of physics themselves as it held back Chance's impressive bosom and showed off her ample cleavage. Chance had worn her luscious reddish brown hair up in a loose bun with a soft ponytail, held in place with a decorative black hairpiece. The final bits of her formal evening wear consisted of a crisp white silk collar worn around her neck with a black bow tie, and matching silk cuffs fastened around her wrists with gold cuff-links. Chance looked every bit the part of a sexy Vegas showgirl, the outfit showing off all of her lovely feminine charms, while also serving to disarm anyone who might try to match wits with the wily young woman. In truth she was the owner of the Wavelength club, an oasis on the outskirts of Steel City, a place where people came to escape reality for a little while, or to wash away their sorrows. Whichever it was, Chance didn't much care, as long as it paid the bills and supported her extravagant lifestyle.
The tall beauty stopped as the lights in front of her lit up the far wall of the underground storage room, a small box shaped room that had been converted into a small holding cell for some of Chance's more unique guests. She smiled as the lights highlighted her newest guest, a stunningly gorgeous tall redhead who stood slumped against the wall, her long arms pulled up and away from her by a sturdy set of heavy steel chains. She was dressed in a tight fitting maroon bodysuit that left her arms and legs bare, the suit cut high on her hips to show off her impressive legs while also giving a glimpse of her sexy rear end. Her long athletic legs were adorned with black thigh high stockings and a sleek pair of maroon over the knee boots that looked quite amazing on her beautiful legs. Her arms were likewise sheathed in armored gauntlets and a pair of silky elbow length maroon gloves, though they were also covered by a pair of heavy steel shackles, which fit the slumbering redhead from her forearms all the way down to her wrists. Long beautiful red hair hung down to the middle of the athletic woman's back, and bounced lightly off of her toned and freckled shoulders, Chance smiling as she admired the chained woman's beautiful soft pale skin, her grin growing a little wider as she took in her lovely guest's sleeping masked face, two long metallic swept back wings poking through the woman's red hair. The club owner's boot heels clicked sharply off of the concrete floor as she stepped right up to her chained captive and smiled, the lights coming on fully to illuminate both herself and the chained captive.
"Crimson Valkyrie...we meet at last..." Chance purred as she reached up with a gentle hand and softly caressed the heroine's lovely face, tracing her fingertips across Crimson's cheek as she looked longingly at the stunning and athletic redhead. The Crimson Valkyrie was Steel City's lone heroine, a powerful meta-human who had all of the local cartels and criminals in general on the run, scared for their lives as she had swept the streets with an iron fist while dishing out her very painful brand of justice. It was because of Crimson that Chance had been able to set up shop in the first place, the heroine's escapades having sent so many major players running that there was now a void to fill, if anyone was brave enough to do it. While Chance wasn't a major criminal herself, she peddled information that could be considered valuable to some in the criminal underworld. She was an information broker, the kind that dealt with facts and secrets that could doom a corrupt corporation, blackmail an elected official, or even bring a major city's electrical grid to its knees. Information was power, and Chance wielded that power, making it available to those she saw fit, as long as they could pay her fees. She smiled as she let her fingertips boldly caress over Crimson's costume covered bosom, admiring how sexy and sleek the powerful heroine looked in her tight fitting costume, an alpha predator if there ever was one, the fact that Chance had her chained and helpless at her fingertips only causing her to tingle with desire and excitement.
She had done what the cartels and super villains had failed to do, capture the mighty Crimson Valkyrie. The trap had been simple enough, but it had been one that Crimson could have never avoided, the heroine's sense of justice driving her to act when a school bus full of innocent children appeared ready to plunge over one of Steel City's bridges into the cold dark river below. Chance had been studying the heroine for several months, waiting for the right moment to arrange an audience with her, the information broker grinning as she remembered watching the video feed, seeing the look of shock and disbelief on Crimson's face when the school bus revealed itself to be a holographic construct, fizzling out of view just before the small canister of nerve gas it concealed exploded and engulfed the lovely redhead in a thick cloud of gas that rendered her unconscious in a matter of seconds. From there her recovery team had swiftly moved in and acquired her guest for the evening. Chance had thought of extending the heroine an invitation to join her at her club, but that would have seemed like they were meeting on equal ground and Chance was every bit an Alpha female, just as Crimson was. She knew the only way to truly get the heroine's attention was to do something so bold and forward that even the heroic redhead would have to admit it was impressive.
While the gas had left her unconscious, Crimson was otherwise unharmed, just as Chance had ordered it. Oddly enough the heroine's impressive dual pistols had somehow vanished as she fell unconscious, but Chance had taken the precaution of having Crimson's snug fitting utility belt and thigh holsters removed, leaving the heroine in just her snug fitting maroon costume, a costume that did very little to hide her enticing beauty. The information broker had heard rumors that the heroine possessed mystical powers to go along with her impressive strength and rapid healing, and that she was the herald of some kind of goddess, but none of that mattered to Chance now that she had her prize hanging in front of her, looking so delicious and vulnerable. She would find out the information she needed soon enough, but right now she wanted to have a little fun. "So beautiful...I'm honored to be the first to have you like this..." Chance whispered seductively as she let her other hand slip down to rest on Crimson's toned thigh, the reddish brown haired woman grinning as she started to run her fingertips up Crimson's smooth inner thigh, licking her lips as she brought them up to trace over the snug fitting crotch of Crimson's costume. Her other hand boldly caressed and groped at the heroine's breasts, kneading them softly through her suit while her skilled fingertips easily found the heroine's slowly tenting nipples through the thin fabric of her top. "Mmmmnn..." Crimson let out a soft sleepy moan, causing Chance to smile as she knew the side effects of the gas she had hit the heroine with were starting to kick in.
"Ooooohhhnnn..." After a few minutes under Chance's skilled tough, the fiery redhead awoke with a soft moan of arousal, the information broker giving a soft sigh as she felt Crimson's love button stir and stand at attention through the smooth strip of maroon fabric between her legs, Chance touching and stroking the redhead like a lost romantic partner, encouraging her to awaken from her forced slumber. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a bleary set of beautiful emerald hues that seemed to regard Chance with confusion and intrigue, the heavy chains holding the tall heroine clinking softly against the wall as the powerful redhead gave a weak tug at her arms. "Hello Crimson...did you enjoy your rest? I'm so glad you've awakened so soon...I've been looking forward to meeting you..." Chance leaned in a little closer and purred in the redhead's ear. Crimson responded with a long sigh as her eyes fluttered closed behind her mask, her mouth open in a soft pout as confusion filled her mind, the heroine awakening to find herself chained while soft arousing hands and fingertips gently explored her through her uniform. "Who...who are....you? Wh...where...am I?" Crimson sighed, her speech slightly slurred as her head was still spinning from the gas, though a powerful silky warmth had also started to wrap itself around her normally potent mind. "Why do I...feel so...out of it....so...weak..." She gave another half hearted tug at her chains, feeling the full extent of the heavy steel shackles around her arms, a soft giggle filling her ears as a gentle hand rose up to cup the side of her face, while the soft tingling fingers continued to play a sensual symphony between her slightly spread thighs.
Chance smiled as she leaned in a little closer, obliging the trapped heroine as she continued to softly caress her. "My name is Chance...that's all you need to know for now. I'm an information broker, and someone that has really been wanting to meet you since I arrived here in town." Chance rubbed her thumb gently over Crimson's bottom lip, wanting so badly to kiss the alluring redhead, but for the moment she resisted, nibbling gently at Crimson's ear before continuing. "As for where you are, you're a guest at my club...though your accommodations will depend on how our negotiations go." She smiled as Crimson bit her lower lip to stifle a soft moan, the naughty information broker already feeling a soft warm dampness emanating through the heroine's costume between her powerful legs. "And three...that gas I hit you with, contains a powerful muscle relaxant. You're an incredibly strong and powerful woman Crimson...but if your muscles don't work...your strength is useless..." Chance punctuated this with a soft kiss to the heroine's cheek. "I also spiced things up a bit, with a special little stimulating aphrodisiac, one that will keep you nice and warm and oh so vulnerable to my special touch..." Indeed Crimson could already feel her mind spinning in warm oblivion, the information broker's delicate touch on her body already causing her temperature to rise as blood rushed into her erogenous zones, making her firm breasts and delicate flower even more vulnerable to her captor's advances.
"I admire you Crimson...you're so powerful, so brave and beautiful, intelligent and cunning...it's no surprise you have all of these unrefined cockroaches running for the hills..." Chance whispered softly in the heroine's ear, and Crimson was finally able to open her tired eyes, her gaze matching her captor's with a surprising amount of curiosity. "I'm powerful to...and very cunning...it is only fitting that the two of us would cross paths...that we would be excited to match wits with one another..." Crimson was about to offer a response when her voice caught in her throat, a soft moan slipping past her pouting lips instead as Chance found a rather vulnerable spot and exploited it with a delicate rub and push of her thumb. "Isn't this nice Crimson? The chance to just relax and enjoy the admiration of one as skilled and as powerful as yourself? I imagine it's hard for a lovely woman like you to find an equal...someone that...excites her..." The redhead's eyes fluttered shut once more as she started to lose focus, the powerful aphrodisiac swirling through her system as her head turned warm and fuzzy, Chance's smooth rubbing fingertips the only thing she could focus on. "The question is what should I do with you...I'm sure there are many in the cartels who would kill to have you delivered to them like this, though I can only imagine the harm they would inflict on you...and though they would surely pay a hefty fee to acquire you, I simply couldn't live with myself if I turned you over to those scumbags..." Chance looked thoughtful for a moment, enjoying her little game of cat and mouse. "Of course there are the super villains...many of them would part with a hefty sum to acquire you...someone who has foiled their plans time and time again..."
"Or I could leave you here...chained as a symbol of my own power...the city's insurmountable protector...chained in my lair for me to do what I please with..." The lovely information broker leaned forward and gave Crimson a teasingly soft kiss on her slightly puckered lips, while also allowing her to enjoy several more soft and deliberate rubs against her quickly blossoming flower. "Lucky for you I'm a reasonable woman Crimson...what I pursue is more of a...partnership..." Crimson sighed longingly as she tried to get a hold of her warming body, a warm tingle spreading between the heroine's legs as her feminine nectar started to flow, her toned tummy quivering beneath her costume as Chance touched and caressed her like a long lost lover. "Oooohhhh...goddess...I'm so...aroused..." Crimson moaned as Chance smiled, her own spine tingling at the heroine's admission. "I...won't...won't...work...for you..." Crimson managed a moment later, just barely able to get her thoughts together as she started to lightly writhe in her chains, erotic electricity starting to work its way through her chained body. "But think of the information I could give you...you could sweep crime right out of the city, be famous and revered the world over..." Chance smiled as she felt her captive tremble under her touch, knowing she was slowly turning Crimson's body against her. "I don't...don't want...to be...famous...I just want to...protect people..." Crimson confessed, her voice a hushed whisper as sweat began to bead across her smooth freckled skin. "Well then perhaps I could appeal to your sense of justice...noble heroine..."
"If you are chained here...helpless and unable to escape...who will save your precious innocents? You are their lone protector...and I alone have been the one to stop your crusade...I could hold you here as long as I wanted to...leaving your city vulnerable and ripe for a plundering..." Crimson seemed to ponder this for a moment, but she was unable to respond, her face flushed a soft pink as she struggled not to give in fully to Chance's advance. "But I don't want that Crimson...and surely you don't either. You are a tigress...power and beauty in motion. You should exist in your element...free to show off your impressive abilities..." Chance paused for a moment and gently kissed the blushing heroine on the cheek. "Of course from time to time...an equally skilled huntress might want to bring you back down to Earth...enjoy the forbidden fruits of your beauty...and perhaps show you pleasure you've only dreamed of.." This time Chance's soft lips kissed Crimson directly on her plush pouting lips, the naughty club owner holding the kiss for as long as she could until she had to break it to allow herself a small breath of air, a smile crossing her face as she relished Crimson's aroused sigh. "What...what do you want...from me??" The redhead asked with a somewhat soft tone, her captor rewarding her by gently caressing her face. "I don't want anything from you Crimson...I simply wish to come to an agreement. You...you look the other way when I'm conducting some of my more...lucrative business...and in return I'll supply you with enough information to keep Steel City's crime rate the lowest in the nation."
She grinned softly before nibbling teasingly at Crimson's earlobe, enjoying the way the beautiful redhead was shivering under her touch. "That and I can give you something you've always wanted...a safe place to come and let your hair down...a place you can enjoy the touch of another who understands you, who appreciates your power and beauty, who can match your sharp mind..." She started to rub the gorgeous redhead more deliberately, causing her to moan and squirm as her building orgasm began to make its heated presence known deep in the heroine's core. "These chains do not bind you Crimson...they do not imprison you. No...they set you free...let you throw away your responsibility and enjoy yourself. Wouldn't it be amazing? To finally experience that? A place you can go where you have nothing to worry about? Nothing to worry about except relaxing and forgetting about all of your troubles and stresses, a place where you are welcomed as an equal and treated as the goddess you are?" Crimson let out an aroused gasp as her back slightly arched, her chains jingling as her fingers clenched into fists and she involuntarily pulled against her restraints, her head tilting back as a soft moan of arousal left her pursed lips. "I promise all of this and more...and all you have to do make is a small sacrifice..." Chance could feel that Crimson was close, the tight fitting strip of maroon fabric between the heroine's legs practically soaked as her love bell rang loudly, the lovely club owner targeting the heroine's most sacred and vulnerable treasures with her delicate fingertips, coaxing her closer and closer to her sensual precipice. "Wouldn't it be nice Crimson? You can have it all...I promise...all you have to do..." She smiled and licked her lips before whispering in Crimson's ear. "Is take a chance..."
To Be Continued???
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Recently
sent me the AMAZING image above and I just had to write a fun little story to go with it. This is probably one of my favorite pieces he has ever done as it just shows so much sensuality and intimacy between the characters despite it appearing to be a somewhat perilous image. I wanted to go for something different with the story, setting it in a universe where Crimson is Steel City's lone heroine and Chance is a newcomer in town, looking to..make friends with the resident super beauty. No doubt she is making quite the impression on the lovely heroine, even if she is having to cheat a bit to do it... I don't know if this will be continued, but either way I had to do something for this fantastic image and please go to 's page and check out all his other amazing work!!!Chance is the OC and property of
and may only be used with his permission. Crimson Valkyrie is my OC and may only be used with my permission.
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A wonderful story
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When the next part will be ready for reading?
.When the next part will be ready for reading?