Johnny Heartsveil sighed as he put down his cigar. He wasn't a fan of smoking, he did it all for appearance, but he abhorred ciggerates; cigars could at least mix well with some of his drinks. He had a perception to keep up, his actual headquarters were rather nicely furbished. However for now he met in one of his warehouses, most of the building was dark. He sat in a cushioned chair with a light over his head, with lamps lighting the area around him. His armed guards stood around the area. He shook his head as he looked down at the man.
"Mr. Heartsveil, please understand. My product was of very nice quality I assure you!" The man in front of him was pathetic. A lowly crime boss, thought he was big time. Was good at acquiring weapons from the black market. Unfortunately he had tried to gain some money for himself.
"Louie, Louie." Heartsveil muttered. "We both know that you are lying to me. To my face. I don't appreciate that." Heartsveil adjusted his suit. He was still in his thirties but he had gained immense wealth and power. HIs father was similar to Louie, a small-time crime boss. However Heartsviel had expanded his business, made deals, and had- expanded to a very lucrative business. His dark hair and clean shaven face made him look like a rich playboy. But he controlled much of the city.
"Mr. Heartsviel, I swear my goods were indeed good!" Louie replied, he wasn't on his knees, but he was getting close to being that desperate. The man had dark sicilian olive skin, with a shaved head that had stumble growing from it. And his face showed a very dark 5 oclock shadow.
"So you claim Louie. However those guns you gave me either jammed or proved to be rather inaccurate. I had one of those superheroines smash a drug bust of mine." Heartsveil stood up and walked around Louie. "Now be honest, you gave me a lesser product at a much higher price than you should of. Didn't you?"
"Mr. Heartsveil, I am sorry that that my product failed you. But I didn't intend to make you regret doing business with me!" Louie said breathing deeply. Heartsveil closed his eyes, using his deepest secret. People didn't realize, but he could detect the heartbeat of everyone around him. Louie was nervous, but his heartbeat told him even more. Heartsveil walked to Louie, staring him in the face, and proceded to backhand him.
Louie fell to his knees. "Ah! Mr. Heartsveil, please, you can have your money back, I'll give you a free shipment." Heartsveil back handed him again.
"You are lying Louie. You gave me those weapons knowing their faults. Donny." One of his men came over and unholstered his pistol.
"No wait please!" Louie begged. "Please, listen I'm sorry, I can help you!" Heartsveil chuckled and shook his head, picking up his glass and tapping it. He looked at the man.
"Louie, I have a question for you." Heartsveil said kneeling down by Louie. "How much do you love your daughter?" Louie stared at him for a moment confused.
"I am a very loving father." He replied. "She means the world to me." Heartsveil laughed and turned around.
"You are a horrid bullshitter." Heartsveil said shaking his head. "Had to be taken to court to pay child support. Wasn't there at her birth, slept around while her mother raised her alone. Only able to go her school because of a poverty assistance program." Heartsveil opened his phone and looked at it. "Rosetta. Pretty girl, student at Goodie Prep Academy. Fit, attractive, only knows you when you come in to pay child support and harass her mother. Sicilian beauty though. Incredibly smart as well it would seem." Heartsveil mumbled.
"She is." Louie replied. This only earned him another backhand. Heartsveil adjusted his jacket.
"Louie, do you know how I make most of my money?" He asked.
Louie paused for a moment on all fours, catching his breath and wiping blood from his mouth. "You're the main man in the slave trade, everyone knows that." He muttered.
"Finally some truth from this man." Johnny shook his head. "So, Louie, this is what is going to happen if you dont want a bullet in your head. Rosetta is tragically going to go missing, she may very well end up on one of my auction blocks. Her mother is poor and youre not going to raise a fuss at all. Is that understood?"
Louie took a breath for a second. "Of course Mr. Heartsveil." Johnny shook his head. This man was pathetic, but business was business. He slapped him across the face again.
"Good. Get him out of hear." He said with a flick of the wrist. "Oh and Louie you can keep the payment from me. Your useless guns were good for one thing, they didn't harm the pretty senoirta who came to do a drug bust. More intel for me." He closed his eyes and smiled. "I'll have her soon enough."
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"Hey Dre how are you doing." A girl asked putting a hand on her shoulder. Andrea was a bit startled as she looked over her shoulder.
"Oh hey Rosetta." She replied to the sicilian girl. Rosetta wore very form fitting yoga pants and tank top, which went well with her dark olive skin and fit body. Goodie Prep had a very loose dress code. Not that Andrea minded at all, as she wore a tube top that showed off her very sexy tummy and jeans. "How are you doing today?"
"Oh you know the usual. Trying to become part of the next generation of scientists." Andrea smiled at the younger girl, she as truly a genius that had been able to drag herself up from nothing and now had a scholarship to Goodie Prep. All the girls there were either extremely smart, athletic, or had special- powers. Andrea was pretty smart, and certainly athletic as well. But the senorita was also gifted with some special 'gifts' from her mother. For a time she wanted to forget the chants, to leave behind everything in her old life. But the latina had discovered that her powers opened up so many avenues, fame, money, sponsorships. The populace knew her as 'Minuet Maiden' she would probably change that as she got older but for now it worked.
"Yeah well I bet you'll make a good bit of money." Andrea said smiling at the other girl. Rosetta frowned slightly.
"Money is second to the needs of the many. I grew up in poverty with a dirtbag father. I want to make sure others like me have hope." The girl certainly was altruistic, and Andrea didn't want to roll her eyes. "Come on Dre there's more to life than money."
"Yes you are right." The latina teen replied. "However guess what, all those science grants you get? They require money/ You may be a genius, but in the end you'll still need money. I prefer not to have to spend the rest of my life as poor as we were in childhood. And if I can get some fame." She smirked.
"I'm just saying you're smart, you could do some real good in the world Dre." Rosetta replied as they walked to class. Andrea shrugged.
"Sure, maybe. But guess what the system is designed to screw us, only those with money are truly equal. We while at a prep school, dont have that much money. So, my goal is to get some." She chuckled as they walked into Ms. Gupta's class. "Besides I'm sure I'll figure out how to help some people along the way." As she sat in her seat she remembered the previous night. She had to do some crime fighting. So the Minuet Maiden went out. In her black and yellow crop top and miniskirt. Some fools were selling drugs, they tried to pull some guns on her. She simply chanted a few spells and their pistols suddenly couldn't move fast enough to ignite a spark in the barrel. Oh, and they moved quiet slowly as well as she sent a shin into their heads.
"Welcome to Calculus, everyone." Miss Gupta said walking in. Charisma Gupta was certainly stunning. A genius herself, only 22 years old and recruited by the powers that be to teach at this school, as well as work on projects in her off time. She graduated college at 18 and was very close to a doctorate in math. She had the body of an Indian goddess, with great legs, an amzing rear, fit body and core. With a chest that wasn't overly large, but looked nice in her blue blouse while her fit thighs looked great in her black skirt. Her raven hair looked silky and fell just past her shoulders and framed her angelic face nicely.
"I can't wait until I can intern with her this summer." Rosetta muttered. Andrea just nodded, she hated math, though Gupta was a great teacher and it wasnt that difficult. Miss Gupta was a sweet teacher, she knew how they could feel about math, she was barely older than them. But she was able to help them with anything, and looked great doing it. She almost made Andrea wish that she batted on that side. Almost at least. Gupta's smooth and elegant brown skin looked great in the sunlight streaming through the windows of the neatly orgainized classroom, and soon enough the class was over.
"Rosetta can you meet with me real quick. We need to work on your internship plans." She said smiling, showing off her teeth that could of been pearls.
"Of course Charisma!" Rosetta said smiling. "Sorry about the hold up Dre, Ill meet you at the burger joint." She said smiling.
"Okay, Ill get you youre usual." Andrea said smiling as she walked off. As she left the neatly manicured halls and lawns of Goodie Prep she was annoyed to see that almost everyone had already left. "Well I guess when youre a prep school for geniuses and superheroines you have to expect everyone knows how to beat traffic and get out of here quickly." She rolled her eyes, her and Rosetta were often the last to leave, but as she walked down the street she couldn't help but enjoy the sun for a minuet. The warm rays shining on her amazing belly. At these times she could fully forget her past, of all the crap and betrayals, of all the heartbreak. Everything she wanted to leave behind. And she could think ahead. Ahead to the fame, fortune, and fun that awaited her as a glamorous superheroine. Her recent run of busting up druggies helped. She was originally interested in them because they were linked to the slavery rings of the city. But everytime she looked deeper it was just a fresh jab of pain from her past. Of her sister. She sighed as she heard a voice.
"No! Get away! Help!" Andrea turned and ran, recognizing the voice. Her feet pounded pavement as she ran forward. Terrified of hearing her friend cry out for help. As she approached she was shocked to see a moving truck with four men around it and a man in the driver's seat.
"Oh this italian dish is as pretty as the boss said." A man said ripping off Rosetta's top as her arms and legs were shackled. He felt up her midsection and pawed at her breasts. "Oh you'll be a nice gift for the lieutenant."
"No! Leave her alone!" Charisma Gupta cried struggling to break free. A man roughly pulled on her raven hair as another punched her in the diaphragm. "Oommph!"
"Quiet slave. We have to get you to the auction block." He said tearing off her blouse, exposing her sexy body beneath. "You look more beautiful than a bollywood star." He mock as her skirt was forced off and she was also bound.
"Come on!" The driver called out. "We have to get the slaves back to base quickly! The police are only leaving this area for ten minuets." Andrea's eyes went wide. She say her friend and teacher being tossed into the van. Memories played in her head, of a beautiful latina being dragged away as she hid. Captors mocking her and a slightly older woman, her hair red, body curvy and fit. They were mocked and teased, told their fates as slaves. Andrea cried, and she realized these were fresh tears. She kept running as the truck started to drive away.
"Techotal si vetta! Kcurt taht nwod wols!" She punched the air, she saw a shimmer as the gravel kicked up right behind the van slowed in the air. Gracefully floating down to earth softly, a piece of paper, moving through the air like a skater. But the truck, the truck was gone. Andrea fell to her knees, she was silent. She had failed, her powers had failed. They were gone. She started to sob.
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Andrea stealthily moved around the corner in the dark corner of the docks with a fury in her step. Often times she would bust some low level criminals when doing some madatory crime fighting. But now she had a purpose. Rosetta and Charisma was somewhere, being reduced to merchandise, property. She had tears of anger in her eyes. The police simply wrote down an incident report, they were all in one mob or another's pocket, and with this city being one of the hubs of the slave trade for trafficking females there was no doubt that one of those groups was behind the kidnapping. She couldn't go busting up safehouses, she didn't know where to start. But she did know of a group that provided security for these human traffickers. She had slowly built up a dockett of information on the slavers, she didn't care much for crime fighting, but she couldn't just look away, to much of her past was connected to these bastard.
"Okay, the meeting starts in five minuets, lets go." I man in a suit said. Four men entered a room, two guards had already entered, two more outside the warehouse standing guard. "Shouldn't be any trouble." An middle aged man in a business suit said to the guards. "The police aren't coming around here, make sure we have no trouble makers though." The two guards nodded. This security firm was called the Bellatorums. They had appeared in way to many pictures of the slave auctions for them not to be in a business relationship. She took a breath and walked around her hiding spot, sticking to the shadows she moved, the guards not noticing her as she moved swiftly.
Her superheroine outfit is one you would expect. For a top she wore only a tube top that left her shoulders bare and her entire sexy and toned stomach visible for her ribs to her waist. A yellow diamond shapped pattered in the middle that attracted fire, only for people to realize that part was high density bullet proof weaving. She put black sleeves onto her arms that had built in goves design to make gripping the sides of building easier. Her black miniskirt left all of her shapely and athletic thighs exposed and her shapely legs showed off. Her black thong and immaculate rear could be seen whenever she kicked or even bent over. Up her legs was large fishnet pantyhose that came up to near the top of her thighs. Magnetic kneehigh boots that hid knives, first aid gel, and magical enchantments. Finally a small facemask that went around her eyes that were enchanted to blur her face to people looking at her as she wore it. "Hey!" One of the guards called out.
Unfortunately for him Andrea had already prepared a spell. "Zaczotelal io vetta, sdraug detah eseht wols!" The guards suddenly slowed as she shot out her hand. Their guns barely lifted up as she sprinted forward, she punched one of the guards in the throat before taking his rifle and quickly snapping it around, butting it against the head of the other guard before she shot out her other hand knocking out the other guard. The fell to the ground in full speed as she opened the door. "Surprised the mob use you, not that good from my perspective." She muttered spilling out their guns ammo onto the ground and taking one of their pistols. Moving down the hall she heard voices on the other side of the door.
Inside the room the men spoke. "Heartsveil has been displeased lately, wants us to lower our pri-" He paused as the door was kicked in, her boots and her leg strength sending the door flying off its hinges. It hit one of the men speaking at the table in the back of the head, knocking him out.
"Mayazecta, vetta imma! Tlah sguht tneloiv dna nem dlo eseht ekam!" The room slowed. The man across from her had his hand in his jacket. No doubt going for a pistol. The two guards stood on the inside of the door, their shocked faces still turning. Her right elbow hit the guard to the right of her under his chin and jaw, knocking his head back, she torgued her body to the left, her right hand and coldcocked the guard to the left in the temple, knocking him out as her right leg shot up, hitting the guard in the chest and cracking his ribs and knocking the wind out of him. He was knocked unconcious. With three of the higher ups still concious she pulled out her pistol, shooting the man across from her in the shoulder as he slowly tried to pull his pistol out. Walking around the table she pistol whipped another one of the men in the back of the head, knocking him out.
"Ahhhh- you unruly little slu-" He stopped as Andrea cocked her head to the side and raised the pistol up to his eye level.
"Put her hand back on the table boy!" She said looking out the corner of her eye as the only other concious man in the room slowly went for the gun on his hip. He put his hand back on the table. "And you old man should really watch your mouth."
"I will not stand here as a little fame whore shoots men and assaults man man- agggghhh! How dare- ugh!" Andrea grabbed his gunshot wound and shoved him back into his chair, sending shooting pain through his shoulder. A quick jab to the eye finally got him to shut up.
"Spunky girl." The younger man said raising an eyebrow.
"Careful." Andrea replied wagging a finger as the man enjoyed looking and her latin body in her revealing costume.
"What do you want!" The older man called out, grunting in his pain.
"Simple." Andrea said dumping out the bullets from his pistol in front of him. "I know for a fact that your company provides security regularly at the local slave auctions that the bastards set up." Andrea had anger in her voice. "Now, I don't want to hurt you, so tell me. Which mob boss is the one the controls of slave auctions and trafficking in the city!" She demanded. "I know its one of three names so dont try to BS me!"
The older man chuckled. He put on a mocking latino accent. "Oh mamasita, what is it, do you want a ticket aye?" He smirked dropping the accent. "Put your hands behind your back and I can give you a front row seat to an auction."
"I don't think your tactic is going to work Johnson." The younger man replied.
"Oh shut up Deusen! I'm not going to let this superwhore that is better suited as slave on her knees that some pathetic heroine on the streets boss me around. Someone needs to put her in her place and hopefully soon she'll be hung from the ceiling having that exposed belly of her's flogged until her skin- aggggghhhhhhhhieeee!" Deusen's eyes went wide as Andrea sent a rather fierce looking knife into Johnson's hand, pinning it into the table.
"Deusen, Deusen." She said seductively, walking over and pulling his pistol out of his holster. "I think you're smarter than that dirty old man over there." She raised the pistol and carefully sent a bullet into the older man's knee.
"Aggggghhhhherrrrr!"
"So how about you help me out so I don't have to have my ears hurt by two guys streaming like tiny senoritas." Deusen looked up out of the corner of his eye and smirked. "I'm not a fan of prison." He replied dryly as Johnson continued to cry out in pain. Andrea slightly slapped him in the back of the head, making him smirk.
"You're rich in a very corrupt city. You'll be out within an hour. Maybe two if traffic is bad." She muttered into his ear. "So, how about you spare yourself some pain and stop wasting my time." She put a hand on his shoulder and gave it a seductive squeeze. "Isn't it always nice to be owed a favor by a pretty latina?"
"I doubt Ill ever be able to case that favor." Deusen replied smirking, he couldn't be older than thirty. Jet black hair, neatly combed, freshly shaved face, immaculately dressed but his jeans and the holster on his hip gave him just a bit of a wild west flavor. He held up his hands. "However miss, I do agree, especially as our contract with the man in charge of the auctions is up; and well, the man in charge wants to shortchange us."
"Name please?" Andrea replied sweetly.
"While senorita, you probably already guessed. Johnny Heartsveil, who else?" Deusen gave a sly smirk to Andrea as her thoughts flashed back. She had plenty of info on Heartsveil. Mob Boss that spends a small amount of money on the poor areas of town in order to have a small persona of respectability. He trafficked weapons largely. That's how he built himself up, his father was a small time weapons dealer, when he was murder Heartsveil took vengeance and went big time. Small incursions into the drug trade provided more money. But for years Andrea expected him as being the architect to the largest slave trading hub on the East Coast. It brought him in hundreds of millions every year as young women and girls were sold off as property. Her blood boiled, but she put on a perfectly white smile.
"Thank you amor." She replied. She flicked her arm and pistol whipped Desuen while sending her left leg up and into Johnson's jaw, breaking it, and finally silencing him as he was knocked out. She walked out with a purpose, her hips swaying as she passed her carnage. She called headquarters on her way out and told them to send the police. Even the most corrupt department this side of the Mississippi could ignore a tip from HQ.
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Andrea leaned back the next afternoon and enjoyed a hot cup of tea. She sat in a small room in her costume in the local headquarters of the American Girls. "Agent Brown." She said smiling as a twenty something intelligence officer walked into the room. Former military, handsome, and intelligent. He almost seemed to have a crush on Andrea, though his one weakness seemed to be that he had as much charisma with people as a rock. He wasn't unkind, or even socially awkward. But his jokes were always mistimed, he references went over people's heads, and his speeches referenced events during his time in the service that no one else was privy too.
"Miss Tavarez." He said smiling walking into the room. He brought a tablet into the room. "How are you doing today?" He asked with a smile.
"I'm doing great Agent Brown. Any chance I get to know your real name today?" She said smiling and putting her chin on her hand. Agent Brown chuckled.
"Sorry Minuet Maiden, that would be against protocol." The chestnut haired agent replied smiling.
"Do I at least get an intial?" Andrea replied. The Agent rolled his eyes.
"My first name starts with D."
"Okay, so what do you have for me today D-"
"Here we go."
"-anything that can help bring down the slavers?" Agent Brown's face actually darkened at this point. He opened the tablet and set it down in front of Andrea. It was a video of multiple security cameras. Two of a road in the city, and another two inside a mostly empty parking garage. A school bus rolled into the view of one security camera, it pulled off to the side as a police cruiser pulled up behind it.
"The local high school, the volleyball team going to an away game." Agent Brown muttered as Andrea watched. An officer got out, spoke to the driver, female, rather young, probably the coach. The officer pointed, and a confused look driver spoke for a minuet, the officer looked angry and pointed again. The driver of the school bus nodded and proceeded to pull into the parking garage. "Our facial scans were inconclusive but that so called officer doesn't appear in the local PD records." Agent Brown continued.
"I have a bad feeling about this." Andrea continued watching. The bus pulled into the almost empty parking garage as the cruiser followed. As the bus pulled in steel shutters closed behind them and locked in place. The only other vehicle in the building was an 18-wheeler. Suddenly that 18-wheeler had its doors open up and almost two dozen armed men hopped out of the back and quickly surrounded and boarded the bus. The coach was dragged out and tossed to the ground. Andrea covered her mouth as the girls on the bus were taken off by gun point and shoved against the side of the 18-wheeler. Andrea's stomach turned as she saw the girl's in their volleyball outfits had their bodies felt up and groped as they were bound and gagged before a pair of men lifted them up to another pair that had them strapped down to the floor of the 18-wheeler. There was no audios, but she could hear in her head the pleads and the crying as they were forced to obey, one girl tried to run and was quickly stripped of all her clothes and dragged in front of the rest of her team. The girl looked turkish maybe, a man took out a a baton and started to smack the nude teen's belly and the thighs as the girl twisted and turned in pain. When she pleaded for mercy she was backhanded across the face. Finally after numerous blows the man stopped, the girl hung her head as her body trembled in pain.
"Monsters as you can tell." The Agent said as the 18 members of the team were loaded onto the truck. The leader seemed to tell his second in command something, and he shouted at the girls. Likely to pay attention as the poor girl that had been beaten with the baton was bent onto the opening of the 18-wheeler. The poor brown skinned girl could be seen begging as the man pounded her from behind for a good ten minuets before he climaxed and had them toss the girl into the 18-wheeler. The video lasted for another minuet as the 18-wheeler drove off.
"I think I'm going to throw up." Andrea muttered pushing the tablet away from her.
"Its hard to say anything good came out of this. But these monsters took their phones as well. Some extra money. They reset the phones, but one of the girl's phones had a security system installed where the phone sent out its location every ten minuets for an hour after a reset." Agent Brown took out his own phone and showed Andrea a map. At fifty minuets and sixty minuets the phone is at the same location. An old World War Two armory at the docks that was purchased by Atremis Finances five years ago."
"Artemis Industry. That's one of Heartveil's companies." Andrea muttered looking at the twenty-something year old gentlemen. He nodded. Andrea leaned back and looked at the map. "I'll go tonight." She said smirking with a cocky grin. "Don't suppose Shell is still in the city?" Agent Brown shook his head. "Oh well." She said standing up. "Will just improve my bragging rights." She said walking out of the room, patting Agent Brown's shoulder, her hand trailing off his shoulder.
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"Grim place." Andrea muttered looking around from her rooftop view. The old armory was a quarter of a mile away. A grey steel building that stood over the docks. Heartsveil shell companies owned three dozen buildings both among the docs and the poorer areas of the city. She had no idea what was inside, but she hopped off the two story building, her enchanted boots absorbing the impact of the ground. Moving in the shadows she followed her recon. There were a few guards outside, but it was obvious that Heartsveil wanted keep a low profile. Moving silently she was able to used her magnetic boots to slip through a small window on the side of the building. Inside was numerous boxes, walkways crisscrossing above, as well as elevators that went above and likely down below. She moved through the boxes stealthier than a cat that as she searched. She surprisingly saw no guards inside the building itself. "Surprising." Andrea muttered as she went around the corner. Against the wall on the other side was six seperate cages. Andrea's eyes widened. Each cage had three girls in it. Most still wore their volleyball shorts, though all of them had had their shirts taken off, and some were topless. Three girls, including the one violated in the video, painfully hung from the ceiling, their arms stretched above their heads in shackles, their feet barely touching the ground as their bodies were stripped nude. Andrea has to free them as she quickly moved across.
"Oh my gosh." One of the girls whispered. She like most of the girls had her arms cuffed behind her and her ankles shackled with a chain hooked up to the wall. She was a ginger, very pretty, a very nice body with a nice bust and meaty legs but a slim midsection.
"Shhh, shh." Andrea went putting her finger to her lips as she analyzed the locks. "Hey, I'm here to help, I'm Minuet Maiden. What's your name?" She asked.
"Jordan." The ginger girl replied, her voice shaking.
"Okay, Jordan, I'm going to get all of you out. Are you the Captain of the team?" Andrea asked.
The ginger shook her head. "No, I was hoping to next year but Im a Junior. That was Sarah." She said looking at a girl hanging from the ceiling, it was the turkish looking girl from the video. Coach M tried to protect us when they shoved us in her, strung her up and whipped her unconcious." Jordan said, nervously swallowing, she teared up. "Please save us."
"Don't worry, we're all leaving!" Andrea said as she figured out the lock and opened the cell. She entered and very quickly got Jordan out of her shackles. Jordan quickly embraced her in the hardest hug of her life. Andrea gasped as she felt herself crying. Finally after years of feeling helpless, seeing her sister abducted by slavers, her mother doing nothing. Her turning her back on a broken system. Finally she was doing good. It felt like a heavy jacket she never realized was there was taken off. She felt so fake when she acted selfish, when she stated she just wanted to be rich and famous. The truth hurt, the truth was she wanted to be a hero, wanted to help the helpless. But the emotional toll was too great.
"Thank you, thank you so much!" Jordan said hugging her.
"It's okay, dont worry we're all getting out of here." Andrea said smiling into Jordan's eyes. She was shocked when suddenly most of the lights in the armory were turned on, almost blinding her. She heard clapping from above. Her stomach dropped as she saw Heartsveil standing on the catwalk above them.
"Ah, Minuet Maiden, a beautiful as any latin model." He said with a sly grin on his face. He would of been handsome to Andrea if he wasn't such a vile human being. "So nice for you to come here. Please don't try to call for help, you're being jammed. Though I assume this location is compromised. Don't worry, all my material, and property-" He pointed a hand at the volleyball girls in the cages, "- are being moved tonight."
Andrea looked at Jordan. "Jordan, run, I will hold them down, we will free everyone, understand?" The ginger hair girl nodded, her nice chest rising and falling in nervousness. "Okay, go!" She said as Jordan ran off, Andrea walked out of the cage and squared her shoulders.
"Surprised you're here in person." Andrea replied. A dozen guards above her, four on the railing to both her left and right. This would be tough, but doable. "I assume you want my surrender?"
"Oh senorita that would be so boring." Heartsveil replied. "I like to work for my reward." He looked at her body. "Not to spoil the story but I plan on keeping you as my own personal sex slave." Andrea's stomach turned as he said this. "And, not to scare you, but it won't be a painless transistion for you."
"Sorry to spoil your plan for you." She muttered, her voice a bit shaky, but she tried to hide her fear. Guards using stun bullets, wants me alive, going to be hard. "Techotal si vetta! Snopaew rieht nda serutaerc eliv lla tlah!" Unfortunately Heartsveil ducked from her line of sight as she said the spell, making him immune to it. But the twelve guards were halted as she immediately backflipped multiple times as her toned body dodged the stun bullets raining down from the four men on each side fire down towards her. She dove into the cover of the maze of boxes.
"Four of you stay up here, one man stays on each end. The rest go down there and get her! Groups of three! You with me!" Heartsveil ordered his men, smiling, excited by the hunt. The quickly moved down the stairs. No doubt Andrea would try to move swiftly, fighting like a guerilla. Unfortunately for her she didn't realize Heartsveil had his own powers. He focused, slowly he was able to detect her heartbeat. He didn't want to ruin the game, but he directed his men towards her.
"Focus Andrea, you can do this." She muttered to herself. A bit nervous, Heartsveil was telling the truth. All her communications were jammed. She moved quickly, catching a group of three by surprised. Mayan gol Vetta! Deppots eb lliw sretsnom eseht!" She cartwheeled backwards sending her boot into the chin of one guard, sending him into next week as she grabbed the shoulders of another and pile drived him into the ground. Popping back up she wrapped her arms around the last guards throat, even as the the spell wore off she was able to choke him out. "Only eighteen left." She muttered flicking her raven hair out of the way.
"Halt!" A group behind her yelled. She was starting to get tired, she knew she needed to get out of there, her spells would be harder to cast, with a shorter range and shorter effect. Tecazol nak Vetta! Em ot staerht esoht pots esaelp!" The guards slowed as she flipped forward and pulled off a split kick hitting two guards in the head before she socked the last guard in the head. She ran past another box as another guard launched himself at her, wrapping her up and pulling her as two others ran up.
"Got you chica!" The man said grabbing her hair.
"Techotzal si Vetta! Nem owt eseht ezeerf!" The two guards had their movement slowed, though less as usually as she sent her elbows into the mans gut and throat. She contorted her body and sent her heel into his head before punching the other two guards in the temple and running off. She was taking deep, deep breaths as she ran and hid.
Meanwhile Heartsveil slowly followed. Smiling the entire time. "This way." He said as he walked nonchalantly. He pointed ahead of him towards a series of boxes. "Group three go to the left. You four follow me." He muttered. "Taken out nine of my men, I'm impressed." He said grinning. The men moved down two lanes of boxes, he couldn't wait to do his best to break the latina beauty.
Andrea meanwhile tried to silence her deep breathing as she tried to move silenty in between boxes and cargo containers. She heard a guard shout. "Oh for f- Maya Olmec Vetta! Lorep fo emit ym ni em pleh esaelp!" The guards slowed, though only to half speed as she grabbed one of the guards rifles and proceded to shoot the stun bullets into the men themselves. She suddenly felt her arms grabbed by behind. She turned and got her legs around another guard knocking him off balance and driving him to the ground. Springing upwards she saw Heartsveil and two other guards. She went for Heartsveil but hand to dodge a jab by one of the guards. She grabbed the arm and snapped it. The guard cried out in pain but then she felt a sharp pain in her gut as Heartsveil sent a jab to her exposed gut.
"That's a very sexy belly you have." Heartsveil said as she was off balance. His fist felt like granite, this was due to years of fighting and training. "Probably shouldn't leave such a sensitive and sexy piece of your body exposed. Don't worry Ill make sure its always showed off once you're my property." She tried to regain her balance trying to kick, only for Heartsveil to flip her. He tried to stomp on her but she was able to flip her body back up, kicking him in his shoulder as she did this.
"Texzotal dio Vet-" Heartsveil ran up and gagged her with his hand. She pulled her head away and pushed his arm, only for him to open his palm and slap her across the face. Dazing her and knocking her into a cargo container's side as her face stung. Six other guards ran up, she rolled forward trying to run away but a guard managed to stomp on the back of her knee. "Agggghh-owww!" She screamed falling to one knee as pain shot up her leg. The guard grabbed her silky raven hair and pulled her head back making her exhausted face look up at the bright lights. Heartsveil walked over with a cloth in his hand. Her eyes went wide as her pained face became clear with realization. "No please! No- please don't do this-oommmph!" She begged as tears rolled out of the corners of her eyes as another guard pulled her arms behind her back. "Ommph-noomphhh-plefffmph!"
Heartsveil smiled, looking into her pleading eyes. His other hand rubbed her soft but sexy and toned belly. Enjoying the silky skin before going up and groping her breasts. "I want you to know this now, your property now, my property. I own you."
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It was dark, completely dark. Her eyes struggled to open but no light came in. She heard noises. Laughter, and screams, screams of agony, men talking and laughing, the screams were a girl. She sounded familar. She tried to speak, but she felt something in her mouth, it tasted like rubber. A ballgag she slowly realized. And pain, her arms and shoulders were on fire, strained from the position. As were her feet, she felt herself hung from somewhere. Then she remembered everything that happened, she pulled and tugged, she had been captured, been declared a slave. She hyperventilated as she pulled at her bonds. "Mmmmmphhhh-leemmphgoomph!" She paused and tensed up as she heard a soft chuckle.
Footsteps walked around her, hard but young hands stood behind her and went up from her waist to her ribs. Her midsection was groped as the tips of the fingers explored every inch as she shivered. Her navel was fingered and pressed in deeply until she moaned in pain. The palms of the hand felt her midsection and rubbed her tummy. "This is a great body my slave." Heartsveil muttered into her ear. She moaned and tried to shake him off. "Now now, thats no way for a slave to react to her master enjoying his property. She felt the blindfold untied from her eyes. "But for now I'll let your punishment be watching.
"Agggghhhh-plesmmph!" A girl cried out in pain. It was a cage across from Andrea, the doors were open. She recognized the girl, ginger hair, nice body. It was Jordan. Her tanned body was covered in whip marks and she was cleaved gagged and tears rolled down her eyes. Two of Heartsveil men worked her over.
"Ill say ginger your screams are very nice." One of the men said flicking his wrist. A bull whip went across her belly, leaving another of many marks as the other man sent a paddle across her shapely ass. She screamed again into her gag.
"You tried to have one of my pieces of property try to escape. She was caught immediately." Heartsveil whispered into Andrea's ear. "Thanks to you though I've deemed that she needs a more torturous future. I know a mob boss in California that has a few slaves, loves to torture them and get as many screams as possible. I think I'll send her there, or maybe an underground pain brothel I know of." Andrea sobbed into her gag as Heartsveil put her blindfold back on. "So keep hanging in her." Heartsveil said patting her body. "And listen to her screams and know that you're responsible. In a little bit I'll come back and we'll start on your training." He paused. "I'm afraid that it will be a very painful experience to you." He said patting her belly and walking out of the dungeon they were in. Andrea was left hanging there. Listening to the screams for Jordan, they went on and on as the poor teen was tortured beyond what Andrea was possible. She felt the fires of anger in her toes.
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It was a few hours later. Andrea's body was on fire as her shoulders and arms burned from hanging while her feet and calves also burned. Her boots had been taken off, so far the only piece of her clothing along with her mask to be taken off. The taste of rubber was stuck in her mouth from the ball gag being forced into her jaw. She moaned as the pain continued. She had to listen to Jordan's cries for another hour before she was taken away to somewhere else. After a few more hours she heard footsteps. She knew she needed a plan, but the pain in her body kept her from thinking straight. She could feel a presence just looking at her. "Mmmmphhhmp!" She moaned into her gag.
"Ah, it is so nice to finally have you enslaved." Heartsveil said. Hearing that made Andrea's chest rise and fall. She couldn't submit, she had to continue to fight, but she had no idea how at this point. "Now, I know you are a very defiant mamasita, so lets start breaking you down." Andrea tensed for a moment as he said this- but nothing happened. She took deep breaths as she waited, after a moment she relaxed just a bit. As soon as she did this a bull whip was cracked across her belly.
"Ahhhhhh-mmmff!" She screamed into her ball gag. The whip struck across her belly sending a burning pain throughout her entire midsection. She bit into the ball gag as she screamed. Another crack and more hot white pain shot through her belly. "Mmmmmphh-ahhhh!" She felt tears rolling down her checks from behind her blindfold.
"I do love the female body. So susceptible to the whip." He cracked it again.
"Ahhhhhhieiieieei-mmmmphh!" This time the whip wrapped around her waist, burning her left side. Heartsveil was more than experienced with the whip, and Andrea was stretched out, completely defenseless as the whip struck her other side. Then one thigh was whipped then the other. Then her belly was struck again twice in quick succession. Her body convulsed in agony as her skin trembled uncontrollably.
"Ah yes, it is always nice to see those tears and screams." Heartsveil said walking over, lightly running his fingers over her whip marks. "This is your life now my slave. You will pleasure me, and I will often torture you for my entertainment." Andrea screamed as he lifted up her skirt and sent the whip across her cheeks. Then across her back. "Ah this is going to be fun." Heartsveil muttered, taking a deep breath and relishing the moment. Finally the latina nusiance was his. And he would break her, he hoped it would take awhile. Simply more fun for him. "Now, I know you need to be able to see to use your powers. Guards." Andrea heard two other men come in. Mentally she smiled, in all her pain as her body burned she could sill have awareness. She felt the ballgag taking out of her mouth. She gasped as she was able to move her jaw and relieve some of the pain.
"Heartsveil, if you free me and those girls right now I can promise you an fair tri-alllllahhhhhiee!" She heard Heartsveil chuckle as the whip once again her midirff.
"You shouldn't speak without my permission. Ever." Heartsveil muttered as Andrea panted. He flicked his wrist again.
"Aggggghhhhieeahh!" Andrea cried out as her ribs were smacked.
"What do you say?" The man asked, smiling cruely as more tears came down from behind her thick blindfold.
"I." She panted. "I- am a free woman-aggghhhhhh!" The whip with up her belly and chest.
"No youre not. You forfeited your rights when you entered my property. You became my property. Now, what do you say when I give you an order." Andrea was silent. Heartsveil chuckled and whipped her belly again.
"Ahhhh, master." She was whipped again.
"Say, 'yes master'."
"Yes master!" He whipped her again. "Ahhhhhhh- I said yes master-agggghhhhh!"
"Youre my slave. I can whip you whenever I want." Heartsveil repliedas Andrea was reduced to sobbing. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, master." She gasped between sobs. Her latin brown body was covered in whip marks and each one still burned white hot. Heartsveil nodded. She felt her arms taken out of her shackles. Her body collasped, unable to support her weight, but the two guards roughly dragged her what felt like twenty feet. She was forced to her knees as she felt her wrists locked onto what felt like a wooden container.
"Now slave. You should enjoy this next part. Should feel kind of nice with the rest of your body burning." Andrea was still blindfolded and he didn't see him nod to his guards. She gasped as one guard grabbed the back of her head while the other pressed her neck. Suddenly she felt her head and hair dunked into an icy container of water. She was shocked as she felt her long hair float around her. She hadn't taken a deep breath and was still panting from the pain of her whipping. Soon her wrists pulled and shuddered against their bonds. Her torso convulsed as she tried to pull her head for air, the water was icy but her chest started to burn. Her hands became fists as the man grabbed her hair and pushed her deeper. She felt herself about to gasp as Heartsveil nodded. She came up, still blindfolded, coughing for hair as her wet hair fell around her brown body like plaster. "I just gave you air. What do you say slave?"
"Tha- thank you; master." She forced out between her coughing.
"Now take a deep breath."
"No ple-" Her head was dunked underneath the water again. The blindfold had kept her in darkness, and she felt disoriented under the water, almost filled with vertigo. She struggled again as she was held under the water, even as she violently pulled her wrists against her bonds. Then her hair was harshly pulled as her head was brought above water.
"What do you say slave, you need to get use to this."
"Thank- you, master." Her lovely chest heaved as she gasped for air. She took a breath just in time as she was dunked into the tub of water again. More struggling would ensue. Heartsveil loved this torture, though he love most variety of torture when it came to the feminine form. She was repeatedly dunked into the water, he midsection burned but over the course of the hour she became chilled. She also became exhausted as she was constantly deprived air.
Heartsveil walked over and cupped her chin. "Beg me to stop, and Ill end this." He said softly to his slave. Andrea shivered as she gasped for air.
"Please- master."
Heartsveil chuckled. "Okay." He nodded and Andrea was dunked back beneath the water. The teen's body struggled for air as her body trembled in her captors' hands. She felt the need for air in her chest as almost sobbed. She desperately tried to buck. Struggling she gasped for air. Her mouth water, gasping down water into her lungs as her legs trembled and her shoulders rolled back. Heartsveil laughed as this occurred, smiling as her struggles slowly faded and her bruised wrists stop struggling. Finally he nodded and Andrea was pulled up. One of the guards smacked between her shoulder blades as she vomited up water. Gasping for air and sobbing. Heartsveil knew she wasn't completely broken, she would compose herself. He kneeled by her, putting his hand firmly against her pretty face hand gagging her. "It only gets worse from her slave."
The guards then dragged Andrea back over and strung her up again by her arms. "Please." She moaned as Heartsveil walked over. She felt rubber forced back into her jaw and moaned as the painful ball gag was forced deep into her jaw.
"My my slave. You look cold, lets get you out of those cold clothes." Andrea violently shook her head, making Heartsveil slap her thigh, leaving it stinging. "Don't shake your head at me slave. You are a slave, you don't get a say. Youre property." He took a small knife and cut off her sleeves. "I was impressed with your boots. Had multiple knives, medical equipment, a taser. To bad you dont have them now." Heartsveil said as he grabbed the band of Andrea's miniskirt and thong. Andrea sobbed and lightly shook her head as Heartsveil slowly pulled them down her shapely legs. "Completely shaved, and sexy legs." Heartsveil whispered groping her legs. She heard a zipper and yelped as he grabbed her legs. "Now now my slave, you knew this was coming, better put out." He muttered.
"Nooomph-plesmff!" She begged. She had an immaculate body, but she had never actually had a lover before. Between her sister's fate and the annoying looks of the boys she had always ignored that aspect for her larger pursuits. She gasped as Heartsveil entered her, starting to piston.
"Ah, you'll be fun slave." He said, squeezing Andrea's rear and the superheroine moaned. "Any question whether or not youre truly my property."
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Two days later Andrea gasped as her head was picked up above the water. She was subjected to an hour of icy water torture a day. This time it was Heartsveil personally dunking her. Of course there was also the fact that he had also taken her from behind. "This is fun slave." He muttered into her ear as roughly held onto her silky hair.
"Please master." Andrea moaned as he rocked back and forth. There was no mercy from him as she was dunked back under the water. She strained for air her body convulsing as she once again had to gasp for air as Heartsveil climaxed as she shuddered for air. He finished as her body became limp. He picked her up and made sure she started to gasp as he massaged her brown latin back.
"Now lets get washed up." He said grabbing a hose and spraying her with icy water. Andrea shivered. She had been blindfolded for 90% of her time as a slave. She had no orientation outside of her dungeon, no idea how to escape. She was fed one small meal in the morning that was usually an energy bar with fruit, and one protein packed meal for dinner. Heartsveil had mentioned that she would be given a workout regimen once she was broken. After beind sprayed down with icy water his guards had her put into white lingerie. "Open up." He commanded.
"Yes master." Andrea was forced to reply as Heartsveil put an oring gag into her mouth. She grunted as it was put in. She was then strapped down to the floor on her knees with her legs put into metal clamps. Heartsveil smiled as he groped her breasts in her lacy lingerie, she had learned quickly to ignore acts such as that. Heartsveil walked around her as a flatscreen descended from the ceiling. Andrea wanted to raise an eyebrow but continued to look submissive. 'So the airducts are probably big enough to crawl through' she thought to herself. What was said next though shocked her out of thinking of an escape attempt.
"Andrea Tavarez." Johnny Heartsveil said, almost boringly. Andrea's eyes became wide. Heartsveil detected her heartbeat racing faster. "Oh don't be so surprised. I am a smart man." He walked around Andrea, smacking her sides with a crop. "I must say though I am impressed. Took you ten years but you came back for revenge." He waved his hand and the screen turned on. "I was only 24 back then. Building up the powerbase my father had started. Then I found a much more lucrative trade. This was the third year or so, I was a reliable source of merchandise by then." Andrea's eyes were wide as saucers as she looked on the screen. It had a younger version of Heartsveil, a latina was being taken off an xframe, she wore a lacy bra and thong and was hooked to overhead shackles. She looked very similar to Andrea, if her hair silghtly more brown.
The video continued to play
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"Melissa Tavarez, five foot six inches. 120 pounds. 36-20-36. Hispanic, can speak two languages. Eighteen. Now tell me what are you." He asked, running his hand up the back of Melissa's thigh.
"A slave master." The latina said chocking back a sob. Heartsveil lightly smacked her on the rear.
"You know you say that. But I don't believe you. I think you still have some fire inside of you. And, well. I can't have merchandise going to auction when they're not broken."
"Master- please." Melissa was backhanded across the cheek.
"See senorita. You spoke without permission." He took a ballgag off the shelf and forced it between her jaw. "That's not acceptable. Seems like I need to break you more fully." He picked up a bull whip, Andrea was shocked when a electrical buzzing could be heard. Only too flinch as the whip went across Melissa's stomach, stinging her midsection but also revealing that it sent an electrical shock throughout her entire body. "Ah yes. I think this will do quite nicely." Andrea had to sit, kneeling, as she watched her sister be whipped mercilessly for over half an hour. Finally she was on the edge of unconsciousness before Heartsveil walked over and took out her ball gag. "Now, what are you?" He said cupping her cheek like a lover.
"A slave master." She whispered to him, hanging defeated in her chains. Heartsveil ran a hand up her body.
"Lets see." He turned to leave as three guards entered. "Don't make her throat too sore, and remember, everything else remains untouched." The men grinned. Andrea fought against he bonds in anger as she sobbed. Forced to watch the men take turns using her sister. All the wounds of the past decade were ripped open again. Tears covered her cheeks as hatred filled her eyes. Heartsveil chuckled as the video ended.
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"Ah, I see you're not completely broken yet either." Her master said cruely. "Sold for 250,000. Thats fifty grand higher than the average. I was very happy with the piece of merchandise called your sister. Oh and that teacher of your's I also abducted. Sold well too. Poor redhead ended up at a pain brothel. Ironically the same pain brothel I'm giving that ginger of your's too." He chuckled as he grabbed Andrea's hair and forced her to look at the screen. "Now its been ten years but I sold your sister to a business associate in Australia. I asked a him for a favor. Turns out she's still his property. He waved his hand and the screen brought up a picture. A man around Heartsveil age sat in a chair. At his feet kneeled a latina. Silky hair, luscious brown skin. It was her sister. She wore a red bra and thong with white stockings and had a collar around her neck atattched to a metal leash that was held by the man. He hands were shackled in front of her and she submissively laid her head against his leg.
"Mmmmphhf!" Andrea screamed. "Meeellllllisaa!" She felt like she was shattering like a mirror inside as Heartsveil walked over to her. "Now, now. We need to break you like your sister. So, lets test out that mouth of yours for the first time."
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Three Weeks Later
"And with our recent upgrades in weapons and gadgets I assure you that we will once again be the best private security team for all your auctions and other business deals. We have negotiated a new rate, and I feel like we have an accord. Especially since you removed one of the larger threats."
"Yes, thank you Deusen. I will send the money shortly."
"Pleasure doing business for you." He looked at the hispanic teen. "Truly." He turned walking away. Andrea kept her head bowed. Heartsveil had a couple other of his slaves put her hair in a pair of braids that morning, and he had then ordered her to wear white lingerie with matching stockings. Her lips were sealed with a leather gag, and he hands and ankles were shackled. At least she was allowed to see now. Heartsveil had spent another week following the revelation about her sister, 'breaking' her. She went along with it, sobbing and begging more each day as her body was used and abused. She had also figured out Heartsveil secret, oh he didn't tell her. But the man was a living lie detector, he didn't broadcast the fact that he had powers, but there was no doubt. He was a supervillian.
"Donny, has the money from last week's auction all been placed in the right place?" Heartsveil asked his most loyal lieutenant. Donny was a rather handsome man, less than ten years younger than Heartsveil actually. And a slave owner himself now.
"You know it boss. Got all those volleyball girls sold. Was fun, making a guest list of only sadists."
"Well my slave here is the one to thank." Heartsveil said tugging at the leash that attached to the collar on her neck. She stumbled a bit from the jerking motion. She knew he could tell when she was lying. So she accepted submission, much of the fear. She knew that escape currently was impossible. So she would submit; accept her place as a slave just like her master wanted. What he never asked her was if she doubted that her fellow heros would come rescue her.
"Well it was fun. Not for those poor girls of course. Probably all in a living hell now. And my slave thinks she has it rough." He said looking out the corner of his eye. In the corner of the room Rosetta knelled. She wore a teal bra and thong. A gift for the lieutenant. Her olive sicilian teen body on display. They weren't allowed to speak with each other, but Andrea could hear Donny enjoy her every night.
"Good. And our team delivered Miss Gupta to Trussmaker as requested?"
"Indeed boss. That crazy lady was extremely interested in her. Thought we would have to haggle, but she paid our initial price. She was delivered last night; I think she knows that woman is a genius and wants her to create weapons or something."
"Not a bad idea." Heartsveil said tapping his chair. "Come here slave, I want to put some silver duct tape on your lips." Andrea submissively walked her shackled legs over. Her toned body leered at by the entire room. "Now I wouldn't try using your power, people all around have guns." Donny took out his pistol and looked at Rosetta. "And my lieutenant wouldn't be kind to you if he had to kill his property because you got rebellious." Andrea submissively looked down as her leather gag was replaced with strips of duct tape. "There, that's how to be submissive slave." He slapped her thigh and spun her around. Bending her over and pressing her belly into the armrest of his large chair.
"Ooomph." Andrea grunted as her master grabbed her hair.
"Now there's one last part of my property I haven't used yet." He whispered into her hair as her thong was pulled down. She gasped in pain as he forced his way in. Pounding her as she was thrusted back and forth. Andrea whimpered into her gag as her eyes became blurry with tears. 'My friends are going to come, and I'm going to bring you down, no matter how long that takes.' She moaned. Unfortunately, her location was still a mystery. It would likely be sometime before that rescue mission was launched. Until then she would remain as her master wanted her. Docile, until hope finally returned.