Falcon and Domino Ch. 05byWillow_Creek©
It was late Thursday evening, as the audience swarmed out of the cinema onto the street. Among them were a group of four young women, who joked about the romantic comedy they had just seen. After walking a few hundred yards, they separated as they made their own way home. One was a pretty redhead who elected to take a shortcut through a back alley. She walked briskly, knowing she would soon be back on the main street. Suddenly, she heard a noise to her left, which startled her. She ignored it and increased her pace. Then she heard it again and knew that someone else was there. She was just about to run when someone jumped out from behind a bin. She stopped instantly, for she could clearly see that it was a man holding a large knife.
'Don't move lady,' the man said, as he moved closer and pushed the knife against her throat. Petrified by what was happening to her, she was unable to move or speak. The knifeman grabbed her hair and pushed her face-down against a large bin. He fumbled with her jeans, before pulling them down to her ankles.
'Please,' the woman muttered quietly. 'Don't hurt me.'
'Shut up bitch!' the knifeman said, as he slid his knife in her soft cotton panties, and cut them with one swift stroke. He then ran the cold blade over her warm, soft flesh.
'Please,' she pleaded again. 'Let me go.' The knifeman pulled her legs apart and placed his hand between them, and started to probe her. 'No, please,' she whimpered.
'I told you to shut up,' he said, while moving his fingers around. The woman closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, as she prepared herself for what was about to happen. When she opened her eyes, she saw a figure standing a few feet away. Unsure if it was an illusion, she blinked, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw the figure was still there. It was a tall, muscular man, dressed in a red and black costume, with a hood concealing his face.
'Get away from her,' the figure said, in a commanding voice. The attacker pulled himself up and faced the costumed man. Then without warning, the knifeman lunged at him aiming his knife at the other man's head. The costumed man swerved to one side, grabbing the knifeman's arm and pulling it behind his back, causing him to drop the knife. He then hit the knifeman in the back of the neck, sending him crashing to the ground. Before the knifeman could recover, the other man pulled his arms behind him and clasped handcuffs on the would-be rapist. He then pulled out a cell phone and spoke briefly before turning to the woman, who was now in a state of shock. Carefully, he helped her pull her jeans up.
'It's alright now Miss,' he said. 'The police and paramedics are on their way.' The woman was clearly shaken, but unhurt. She looked at her saviour's mask and could just make out his eyes.
'Thank you,' she said. Although still in shook, something in her mind told her that she knew who her saviour was. 'Thank you, Falcon.'
Moments later flashing lights reflected on the alley walls, as a police car approached and two uniformed officers – one male and one female – got out and walked towards her. When the woman turned around, Falcon had gone.
A few blocks away, a young cashier was preparing to close his father's convenience store, when two men walked in. Both were wearing knitted masks and one was carrying a pump-action rifle. The gunman pointed his gun at the cashier.
'Give us your money, or I'll blow your head off!' he demanded. The young man opened the cash register and started to load money into a bag.
'Don't shoot me,' he begged. 'Take the money, but please don't shoot me.' When he had finished loading the bag, the gunman grabbed it and turned around, only to see someone standing in his way. The gunman recognised Falcon's costume and knew that he would have to take care of him. As he raised his rifle, Falcon struck his arm with a karate blow, and the gunman dropped his weapon. He swung his fist at Falcon, who ducked to avoid it, before punching the gunman in the stomach. As he lurched forward, Falcon struck him firmly on the head, knocking him to the ground.
Falcon heard a click and turned around to find the second robber pointing a pistol at him. 'Drop the gun!' Falcon ordered the robber, who remained fixed in position. 'I said drop the gun.' The robber hesitated, before raising the pistol towards Falcon's head. With lightning reflexes, Falcon pulled his stungun from his belt and fired a single dart at the robber's gun arm. The robber dropped the pistol and cried out in pain, as an electrical current surged through his paralysed body. Falcon pushed him to his knees, and handcuffed his arms behind his back, before doing the same to his accomplice.
Falcon looked at the cashier who was holding the telephone. 'The cops are on their way,' the cashier said. Falcon dragged both men to the corner of the shop and faced a CCTV camera, before pulling off their masks.
'Show them this footage,' Falcon said, and left the store. Minutes later, three police officers arrived at the store, and arrested the gunmen.
The following morning as Dirk Peterson drove to work on the freeway, he glanced down at the derelict area known as the red-light district, and noticed something new. A tall wire perimeter fence had been erected on the adjacent land, and several large cranes and bulldozers were being assembled there. He knew that property magnate Aaron Lansdown had recently bought the land for development, and the project was being delayed by the presence of the local nightladies who inhabited the area.
When he arrived at The Daily Chronicle, he found his friend Neal busy working on a feature about a forthcoming convention in the city. They were then joined by Amy – a news reporter who was clearly excited about an article she had just written.
'What do you think of this, guys?' she asked. Dirk and Neal looked at her screen and saw a large feature reporting how Falcon had captured two armed robbers and a potential rapist. There was also a picture of the captured robbers from the CCTV camera.
'He's a hero, if you ask me,' said Neal.
'I guess so,' said Dirk. 'It's good to see a citizen helping the police to catch these punks.'
'I wonder who he really is,' Amy pondered. 'I'd sure like to meet this guy.' Dirk said nothing, but inwardly smiled at the irony of Amy not knowing that she was sitting a few feet from him.
That lunchtime Dirk met his girlfriend, Sadie Newman, for a drink at a nearby bar. Sadie was leaving to visit her parents in the Midwest for a couple of weeks. In the three months that they had been dating, Dirk had fallen madly in love with her, but hadn't told her yet. Dirk had also recently grown frustrated that Sadie hadn't yet allowed them to make love. Sadie had complained of being tired and overworked, and Dirk knew that it couldn't have been easy for her, working as the personal assistant to Aaron Lansdown. Dirk felt that they would both benefit from Sadie's holiday away from her job and the city. As they departed, they embraced and Dirk was about to tell her that he loved her, when Sadie spoke first.
'I'll be ready for us to move to the next level when I return,' she whispered. Dirk broke away and stared at her, but Sadie just gave him a cheeky wink before leaving.
Back at the office that afternoon, Dirk felt even more frustrated as he wouldn't be seeing Sadie for two weeks, but she had hinted that she would be ready to make love on her return. When Neal and Amy left, he sat alone at his desk thinking about Sadie. At first he was unaware of the throbbing sensation in his pants, and then became aware of his erection, as he fantasized about her. He was brought back to reality by the buzzing of a cell phone in his jacket pocket, and realized he had received a text from the phone's owner, Domino – 'Come to my lair at 9.00 tomorrow night.'
The following evening Dirk changed into his red and black costume and emerged as Falcon onto the fire escape. As he made his way to her lair, he knew she still had the video recording of their first encounter when she unmasked him, and had threatened to broadcast it on the internet if he didn't obey her. He had no choice, but to comply with her demands, no matter what they were. When he reached the abandoned warehouse that she used as her lair, he saw six nightladies standing outside. He ignored them and entered in the usual manner.
Once inside, he removed his hood and placed it on the floor, before making his way to the first room. The room was deserted, with just a large table and chair, and also six chairs placed against the wall. Remembering his instructions, Falcon knelt down and placed his arms behind his back, and bowed his head. He remained in that position for several minutes, until he heard the sound of stiletto heels approaching.
'Thank you for coming here Dirk,' said Domino. 'I don't think I need to remind you that the recording of that video nasty is set on a timer, so I suggest you continue to obey me to ensure it isn't released tonight.'
'I understand,' Falcon replied.
'Look at me,' she said, and when Falcon raised his head, saw Domino sitting in the chair before him. She was holding a copy of The Daily Chronicle. 'I see you've been busy. You've caught several criminals this week, and have stayed away from the nightladies. I'm very pleased that you have done what I've asked you to do.'
'Thank you Mistress Domino,' he replied, wondering what she had in store for him.
'However, we do have a slight problem. While most of the nightladies understand that you obey me, a few are still under the illusion that you are someone they should fear. I'm afraid that I simply cannot allow that, and they need to be educated. So I have arranged for a demonstration.' Falcon now realised where this was leading, and felt uncomfortable.
Domino handed him his hood. 'Put this on,' she said, and then turned to the door. 'Come in ladies.' Falcon heard the sound of several pairs of stiletto heels enter the room, and knew that the six nightladies were now sitting on the chairs directly behind him. He briefly heard them talking to each other, but they became silent when Domino instructed them to. Domino placed her leg in front of Falcon. 'Start now, slave.'
Falcon started kissing the toe of Domino's boot, and slowly moved his lips along her foot and continued up her leg. Behind him, he could hear some of the nightladies whispering to each other. When his lips reached the top of her boot, he retraced his way back down to her toe. He repeated this several times until Domino placed her other leg in front of him. Falcon continued kissing her other boot for several minutes, until Domino told him to stop.
She then flexed her foot and pushed her heel inside his mouth. Falcon closed his eyes as he sucked it. With each thrust he felt the tip of her heel touching the back of his throat, and had to struggle to stop himself vomiting. Eventually Domino withdrawn her heel and Falcon lifted his head. Still on his knees, he placed his arms behind his back, relieved that she had chosen to end the intense boot worshipping session. Domino leaned forward and whispered in his ear, 'Keep your head facing towards me.' She then placed her fingers under his hood and peeled if off. As she held his hood aloft like a trophy, Falcon could hear the nightladies muttering to each other. 'There we are,' Domino said to the nightladies. 'Falcon obeys me, and as you can now see, he has no secrets from me. I have seen everything, and I mean everything, he has.' The nightladies giggled amongst themselves, before Domino decided they had seen enough. 'That's the end of tonight's lesson. Thank you ladies, and goodbye.'
Falcon heard the nightladies walk out and knew that he and Domino were alone. He looked up at Domino, who smiled at him. 'I think that's solved the problem,' she said casually. She then ordered Falcon to stand up. 'Now, undress for me, slave.' Aware that she was watching his every move, Falcon removed his costume and stood before her naked. Domino made her way through another door. 'Follow me.'
They arrived in another room containing a high-backed chair with a footrest. Domino sat on the chair and ordered Falcon to kneel before her. She raised her foot into Falcon's chest. 'Remove my boot, slave.' Falcon took hold of the zipper on the inner side of her boot and slowly pulled it down to the bottom, before lifting it from her foot. Domino placed her other leg in front of him, and he carefully removed the other boot.
Falcon looked at the black stockings that adorned Domino's legs. 'Remove my stockings, slave,' she said. He placed his hands on the top of her stocking and slowly peeled it off, then removed the other one. Falcon realised that this was the first time he had seen Domino's legs, and his eyes were drawn to four tattoos just above her right ankle. Each tattoo was an image of his mask.
'Do you like my tattoos?' she said. 'I call them my victory markings – one for each time I've defeated you. I should ask the tattoo artist for a regular customer discount,' she said, and then laughed at her own weak joke. She gave Falcon a small bottle of black nail varnish. 'I'd like you to paint my nails now.'
Falcon took the brush from the bottle and slowly applied the nail varnish to Domino's big toe. When he finished, he started on her next toe. While Falcon continued to carefully paint each nail, Domino suddenly started asking personal questions.
'Do you have a girlfriend?' she asked.
'Yes Mistress Domino,' he replied.
'Does she know that you're really a secret crimefighter?'
'No,' he replied, this time more firmly.
'So I'm the only person who knows your true identity? I guess that makes me special.' Falcon was now feeling uncomfortable. 'Do you love her Dirk?'
'Yes Mistress, but I don't want to talk about it,' he replied aggressively, then remembered the recording that Domino was using to blackmail him. 'I'm sorry Mistress Domino.'
'Don't worry Dirk. As long as you obey me, I won't damage any of your sensitive parts. I'd hate to deprive the lucky lady.' When Falcon said nothing, Domino realised she had touched on a sensitive subject. 'Oh dear, I suspect things aren't as they should be between you and your girlfriend.'
'I've finished, Mistress,' Falcon said, as he placed his arms behind his back. Domino decided not to continue the conversation, instead opting to admire her newly painted toenails.
'Thank you slave,' she said. 'Now they need to dry.' Domini placed her toes around Falcon's cock and deftly applied pressure, causing it to harden. With his erect shaft now firmly enclosed between her feet, she began to stimulate him. After several minutes Falcon started breathing heavily, signifying to Domino that she was bringing him to a climax. Domino released the pressure and Falcon's breathing slowed. 'I own you slave,' she said. 'I have the power to decide if and when you come. Do you understand?'
'Yes Mistress Domino,' he replied meekly.
Domino continued to stimulate him, ensuring that she moderated her rhythm to control his level of arousal. Each time Falcon was about to climax, she brought him back from the brink just in time. Eventually, when Domino felt he had suffered enough, she decided to end his torment. She applied more pressure with her toes and increased her pace, until Falcon was almost gasping for breath.
'Who owns you slave?'
'You do Mistress,' he cried out, as he came. Domino quickly pushed his cock away, so that he shot his load over his stomach, and not on her painted toenails. When he was unable to come any more, Domino stood up and ordered him to follow her back into the other room. 'Get dressed slave.'
Falcon pulled on his tights and leotard, ignoring the squelching, and large stain that now soiled the section over his stomach. He then put on the remainder of his costume in silence. Domino led him to the lair's exit. 'You were very obedient tonight Dirk. As long as you continue to obey me, your secret will be safe. I want you to come here again next Saturday at 8.00. Is that clear?'
'Yes Mistress Domino.'
'Good. I'll see you then.'
When Falcon went outside, he saw two of the nightladies waiting there. As he walked past, he heard them giggling at him. When he arrived at his apartment, he entered the bathroom and removed his hood. Falcon looked at his reflection in the mirror, and saw a sad-looking, broken man staring back at him. Domino had humiliated him in front of the nightladies, and then used his body for her own amusement. As long as Domino had that recording, he was powerless.
The face in the mirror looked dejected. Then slowly a tiny smile appeared, which became a big smile. Domino had become complacent and had made a mistake tonight. She had allowed him to see her feet and the tattoos. She had even made a joke about being a regular customer, signifying that she had been to the same tattoo artist four times in as many months.
On Monday morning, Dirk Peterson would use his considerable expenses account to mobilise The Daily Chronicles small army of informants, to discover which tattoo artist had performed Domino's tattoos. He would then visit him and, with the aid of a large bribe, establish Domino's true identity. It would then only be a matter of time before he would discover the address of her apartment. Then Falcon would raid her apartment, taking her by surprise, and confiscating the recording before she could set it up. Domino would be captured and Falcon's secret would be safe. Her tattooed ankle would be her Achilles heel.
Domino may have won all their battles so far, but Falcon was preparing to win the war.