Bombshell - Riverside Origins Pt. 04

Chapter 11

Darkness enveloped Miranda. Even before she regained consciousness, she already felt dizzy and disoriented. Pain was the first thing she became fully aware of; a sharp ache piercing from one temple to the other. Then, through the darkness, somewhere not far away she could hear men talking. The voices were dull and muffled, and even though she couldn't make out what they were saying, they triggered instant fear.

Miranda forced her eyes to open. She was lying on a coarse dirty carpet, in the middle of a sparsely decorated room. There was a TV hanging on the wall, and a red sectional sofa behind her. A coffee table was pushed against the wall, cluttered with beer cans and ashtrays. The stale stench of cigarettes and marijuana stained the air.

Oh gawd, this must be Suites's place... The memory of it all came back in a painful rush. The hallway. Crash's heavy fist. The metallic tang of chloroform. I have to get out of here before they come back!

A sharp pain flashed through Miranda's side as she tried to get up, then dull aches rippled through her body. She couldn't move. Both arms were stuck -- no -- bound behind her back. Miranda could feel the rope encircling her wrists. She shifted, pulling urgently but they were knotted too tight. Her legs had been bound as well, crossed at the ankles and lashed together. She kicked and squirmed, as ice settled in the pit of her stomach.

No no no! They tied me up!? Her chest tightened, panic edged into her mind but she pushed it back. Okay just calm down, have to think clearly if I'm going to escape...take a breath...

When she tried to draw in that calming breath, it was hampered by a rubber ball wedged between her teeth. Instinctively she tried to spit it out, but thick straps held it in place. They looped around her cheeks to fasten at the back of her neck, the tension spreading her jaw. The taste of rubber weakened her resolve and a panicked groan died against the gag.

Her powers were based on magnetism and so without any metal components to the binding, she was just a normal woman helpless against these normal ropes.

She couldn't help but think of the girls she already rescued, seeing them shackled and gagged and terrified. Just like me... Tears welled in her own green eyes. Now I'm the captive...oh gawd how could I let them capture me? She writhed helplessly in the bonds. This is probably even the same gag? But who's going to come rescue me when I'm supposed to be the heroine!

"You hear something?" One of the men asked in the kitchen.

"Sounds like the superbitch is awake."

Their footsteps thumped loudly, coming closer. Each one sent a rush of fear through Miranda. She struggled to a seated position as Crash and Shorty Suites came into the room. Baker hung back, hesitating at the doorway as if he were afraid to come in.

"She's even sexier all tied up," Crash said, his eyes slithering over her fettered body.

"Fuck yeah," Suites was moving behind her. "You know your shit with these ropes, Baker-man, where'd you pick that up?"

"Warden City," he mumbled.

The two men circled her like vultures. Miranda looked from one to the other, her fear growing every moment. They loomed over her, leering. She tried to scoot away but her back hit the couch almost immediately. Nowhere else to go. Her heart thumped painfully, and she couldn't even swallow the lump forming in her throat.

"Ain't it cute how she's still tryna escape?" Crash chuckled.

"Don't you know, man," Suites replied. "Superbitches don't never give up!"

They both laughed and the sound tied Miranda's stomach into a knot. The captive heroine continued squirming, tugging at the ropes looped around her wrists. They were so tight. The cold in her stomach spread slowly up her spine as she was forced to accept there was no slack nor give for her to take advantage of.

Crash squatted down to look Miranda in the face. His grin made her feel small.

Despite the sting of welling tears, she did her best to glare at the thug.

"Whadaya think Hammer will give us for this one?" Suites asked.

Miranda scowled, mumbling a few obscenities into the ballgag.

"Oh, that's right, bitch," the pimp grinned. "We selling your fine ass." He looked at Crash. "Well, wha'chu think?"

"I dunno," he replied, reaching down to slide his big hands along her bare legs.

Miranda recoiled from his touch. With her ankles lashed together, she couldn't even kick him off. She looked away, blinking back frustrated tears and chewing her gag as his rough fingers squeezed and teased her smooth thighs.

"Man, I know this is your deal," Suites went on. "But this a legit superbitch, so I'm thinkin' we better make bank-"

"I dunno, bro, she ain't even that legit," Crash said, turning to look at the pimp. "Ain't really done nothing but catch dumb-as-hell Johnny Fingers. Hammer ain't paying heroine prices for that."

Miranda was looking around the room, desperate for a way to escape. She glanced up at Baker, still lurking in the kitchen. He looked away as soon as their eyes met.

"Well shit, man," Suites groaned. "I mean she's still a hot ass blonde white bitch, that oughta get us some milk money at least."

"Well, you right about that," Crash said, turning back to slide his thumbs against her hip creases. "She's a grade A piece of meat, that's for sure." He leaned forward, so close she could feel his breath. "What do you think you're worth?"

Miranda shrank back, cheeks flushed, her expression a mix of fear and disgust at having to listen to them appraise her for sale. His hands slid up her hourglass curves, sending chills over her skin. Her heart beat faster, feeling his fingers crawling and tickling like spider legs.

"Maybe we oughta test the merch," he said, cupping her breasts.

Miranda squealed indignantly and tried to pull away. He pressed her against the couch, squeezing her plump melons tightly. Revulsion twisted her stomach feeling his firm grip.

Get your hands off me! She thought, whimpering under her gag. She bucked frantically but he held her in place.Miranda slumped dejectedly realizing she had no way to resist his groping. This can't be happening...

Crash leered into her face, kneading her firm tits over the Nandex. Nervous tingles rippled through her chest. Miranda tried to ignore the sensation but couldn't keep her nipples from responding to the friction. They stood up under the thin blue material and Crash pinched the traitorous buds, rolling them between thumb and forefinger until a noticeable tremor crawled through her torso.

This is so humiliating, she thought, shifting her shoulders to pull futilely against the ropes binding her wrists. Miranda groaned in frustration and a trickle of drool seeped between her lips and the ballgag. She chewed the rubber, her cheeks flushing bright red. There has to be a way to escape...think Miranda, think, think, think!

Crash didn't give her the chance. Reaching behind her neck, he found the clasp and began unzipping her leotard. Miranda could only whine in protest he peeled the clingy material over her shoulders. Humiliation washed over the captive heroine as he exposed her full round breasts and their petite rosy nipples.

Shorty Suites let out a low whistle.

Miranda's naked tits fit perfectly into Crash's big hands. He clutched tight, rough palms prickling over her soft flesh as he began fondling the supple bulbs eagerly. She bit down on the rubber ball filling her mouth as warmth rushed through her chest. Her stiff nipples flicked and tingled between his fingers, until he seized both sensitive nubs and twisted them harshly, wringing a whimper from the captive woman.

Finally, warm tears began spilling down her cheeks. Oh gawd, get your hands off me! She thought helplessly.

Crash groaned, lips twisting lewdly as he continued molesting her.

Miranda couldn't even bring herself to meet his gaze. She'd never felt so intimidated, so helpless. Her head drooped, she stopped struggling and sniveled behind her gag.

"Aight, hold up," Suites cut in, pushing his cohort out of the way. "My turn!"

Crash grunted disappointedly but moved aside.

Miranda couldn't even move as the men traded places. The humiliation of being passed off and shared like a toy burned through her. Straddling her already bound legs, the pimp grabbed a thick handful of blonde hair. He jerked her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. The captive hissed around her gag as pain rippled over her scalp and spindly fingers seized her plump breast.

"Damn, these is perfect," he hummed appreciatively. "They even real?"

Miranda grunted her disgust, twisting in his clutches as he kneaded her firm flesh. Then Suites slapped her breast. She jumped and yelped as pain flashed through the sensitive bulb.

"Yup! Silicon don't jiggle like that!" He laughed and slapped her again!

Miranda squirmed between his legs as the sting ripped through her chest. She shouted incoherently, drool sputtering around the gag. Pinned under his weight, she couldn't move, couldn't resist in anyway as he returned to groping her aching breast. His grip tightened in her hair as Suites squeezed and squashed her tender tit. He seemed to be savoring the frustrated tears rolling over her flushed cheeks.

"You awful quiet over there, Baker-man," Crash said, not far away. "Wha'chu think, you wanna turn?"

"Ah, shit, I dunno," the dealer replied dumbly.

"You sure?" Suites asked. "Half price, since you helped nab the bitch," he added, untangling from her hair to molest her with both hands.

The captive heroine slumped back against the couch, letting the pimp have his way. She glanced plaintively at Baker for just a moment before Suites flicked her nipples so sharply she winced and whimpered. Miranda looked away quickly, shaking blonde locks over her face to hide her humiliation and tears.

"You know, that's givin' me a idea though," Suites went on, squeezing Miranda's boobs so harshly she squirmed and whined beneath him. "Maybe we keep this little bitch?"

"What'chu mean?" Crash asked.

"If Hammer ain't gonna pay for superheroine prices," Suites explained. "Maybe we should just pimp her out ourselves."

Miranda jerked reflexively, the tightness of her bonds quickly reminding her that she was under their power, seemingly with no way out. She let out a gagged sob. Oh gawd, no...

"I already called that crazy fuckin' Russian though," Crash protested.

Despite her current predicament, Miranda made a mental note: Russian.

"So?" Suites pulled his hands away from her naked chest and looked back at his partner in crime. "We call him back, tell 'im the bitch escaped. He thinks we're idiots anyway, so he won't be surprised." His eyes crept back, crawling over her as his hands rubbed together hungrily. "Then we put her to work."

Panic rushed through Miranda. No, please no! I came to save those other girls, not to end up being sold in their place... Even as tears continued spilling from her beautiful green eyes, an image of the girls from before flashed through her mind, and then one of Paisley - Miranda grabbed onto that. I can't give up! Not for myself, not for any other girls who are counting on me!

The pimp's thumbs slid over her nipples, sending chills through Miranda and bringing her attention back to him. Her tearful green eyes peered at him through a curtain of blonde tresses as he cupped her breasts again.

"Whachu think?" he hissed, jiggling roughly before slapping one, then the other.

Miranda squealed in pain, bucking under him and whipping her blonde hair back and forth. She was utterly helpless as Shorty Suites laughed and did it again. The anguish was still melting through her chest and shoulders when he grabbed her by the chin.

"You want us to sell to you to that crazy fuckin' Russian? Or you wanna work for me?"

Miranda looked up at him, rage and defiance flashing behind the brimming tears.

"Oh, still got some fight in ya?" he sneered right in her face. "That's hot."

It wasn't so hot a moment later when Miranda snapped her head forward, slamming the hardest part of her skull into the bridge of his nose! Shorty Suites recoiled, snarling in pain.

"Oh shit!" Baker snorted.

She felt the pimp's weight lift off her legs as he scrambled back. She took in a deep breath and lunged away from the couch. Her bonds, cinched and knotted tight around her appendages, immediately stole any hope or relief. She pitched onto the floor with a defeated groan. There was no way for her to capitalize on the momentary freedom.

"Ha! Dumbass," Crash laughed at Suites.

"Fuck you!" he snapped, clutching his face. "Fuck her! Shit..."

Miranda glanced up, letting herself at least enjoy the sight of blood oozing from his nostrils. He glowered down at her bruises already spreading under his eyes, and she smirked, more or less, around her ballgag.

"Think this's funny, you fucking cunt?" he snarled and kicked her in the ribs.

Pain roared through her bound body. All the breath exploded from her lungs as Miranda screamed. She curled into a fetal position gasping desperately and feeling like she was choking on the red rubber ball strapped into her mouth.

Crash said something to Suites who was stammering angrily but Miranda couldn't make out the words. Her head was spinning, throbbing with pain as she struggled to regain her bearings.

"...up to the bar and put some ice on it," Crash was saying. "Quit being such a puss."

Suites turned and stomped out of the apartment.

Miranda was just catching her breath when Crash reached down and lifted her off the floor. She felt like a plaything, a light, insubstantial toy as the thug dragged her

to the big red chair and shoved her over its back. The worn-down cushions let the wood frame dig into her hips. She slouched, face down with her round little ass in the air.

"I'll admit that was funny as hell," Crash said, letting his hands caress down the back of her bare thighs. "But we still gon' have to take some of that fight out of you..."

Miranda groaned behind her gag, unable to move away from the unwelcome touch. He cupped her peach-like ass and squeezed, sending an anxious charge over her skin.

He grunted approvingly. "I'm a turn this tight little ass bright red."

Miranda squirmed as his fingers pushed under the bottoms of her leotard, tugging them up in a wedgie and exposing her pert, round cheeks.

"Oh, look at that sexy ass," Crash groaned. "Wiggle it for me."

Miranda grunted her wordless refusal.

His hand whipped across one side of her exposed booty! She jumped against the back of the chair, yelping into the gag.

"That's fine, I'll make it wiggle myself." He laughed and spanked her again, harder.

Then the other hand slapped the opposite cheek.

Miranda bit down on the gag, trying to brace herself. The thug's big hands whipped her again, back and forth, making her ass bounce and jiggle. Heat flushed through her stinging cheeks. An excited charge, which she wanted to ignore, rushed through her chest. Her heart thumped a little faster, the pain mingling with the humiliation of being spanked like an impudent child.

"Ready to wiggle for me?"

Miranda shut her eyes, immediately wagging her cute little butt back and forth. Just do it, she swallowed against the embarrassment. He's not going to stop and I may need the will power for more important things...

Crash grinned seeing her compliance, as well as the pink handprints marring her butt cheeks. Miranda winced as he tugged her wedgie a little tighter, exposing the wispy wings of the tramp stamp scrawled across her low back. She continued to bounce and bob her round little tail, giving him the best twerk her bondage and position would allow.

"Shit," Baker gasped from the doorway.

"What is it?" Crash glanced back.

"Wut? Oh, nothing," the dealer mumbled. "Nice ass..."

"No shit," Crash chuckled. "I've always been an ass man and this one's damn near perfect."

His hands slid back onto her ass and Miranda wiggled into his grip. His palms felt so rough against her skin, which was still sensitive from the spanking.

"That's right, bitch, you ready t'apologize to my boy when he get back?" Crash hissed.

Miranda's head drooped, her chest tightening. He's only toying with me...isn't he... She twisted, looking back at him as best she could, eye gleaming with emerald defiance. I'll never give you that satisfaction!

Crash smiled smugly and began to spank her.

Miranda bit down on the rubber ball as he slapped her backside again and again. The sting burned over her perfect cheeks, every spank coming a little harder. Just as promised, he turned her ass bright red. His big rough hands fully engulfed her pert cheeks. Every spank sent the shivers racing over her skin. The heroine swallowed her pain, refusing to give him the satisfaction of crying out.

(SLAP!) Miranda jerked (SLAP!) every time his hand came down (SLAP!) cringing as the pain grew (SLAP!) Teeth clenching her ballgag (SLAP!) fresh tears brimming (SLAP!) helpless and humiliated (SLAP!) as the thug spanked her mercilessly (SLAP!).

Finally, she couldn't stand the anguish crawling over her curvy ass. A particularly wicked spank sent a shock down her legs and Miranda let out a shrill whimper.

Crash hit her again in the same spot, a little harder. The captive heroine began begging and slobbering around her ballgag. Warm tears spilled down her cheeks. The sounds of her surrender only fueled the big thug's excitement. The spanking quickened. The captive blonde squirmed and squealed, losing all composure as the pain and humiliation overwhelmed her.

"She sorry yet?" Suites asked from the doorway.

Crash froze mid spank and turned to look at him with a wide grin.

Miranda shuddered against the back of the chair, her ass simmering. She twisted to look back at the pimp. He was holding a pile of ice, wrapped in a dirty bar rag against his battered face.

She nodded frantically, whimpering into the gag, "Mm hm! Mm hm!"

They laughed and Crash finished that final spank. Miranda bucked against the searing flash of pain. A sob crawled out of her throat as she felt tears dripping and spit stringing off her chin.

Suites walked over and began caressing her bright red ass. Every simple touch felt like sandpaper on her sensitive cheeks. She couldn't help but squirm.

"Go call the Hammer," Suites told Crash. "I decided we definitely gonna pimp this slut out."

"Word?"

Miranda stiffened as boney fingers slipped between her thighs and clutched her mound.

"This bitch gonna pay for busting my nose, by popping this pussy," Suites said.

Miranda hung her head as utter despair crept through her brain. With no way to escape, no way to even resist, they had her....and they're going to pimp me out like a common whore, or worse... She shifted slightly, feeling her bonds and beginning to wonder if they were ever coming off.

Crash chuckled. "Aight, man, I'll make the call."

"Why don't both y'all head on upstairs," Suites said, beginning to knead her defenseless sex. "I need a little private time with my new bitch."

Miranda squirmed miserably as unwelcome sparks spread through her curvy hips. A pit of dread formed in her stomach.

"Ah, shit," Baker sighed. He followed Crash out the door, slamming it behind them.

The sound set Miranda's teeth on edge, realizing she was alone and utterly defenseless... with her new pimp.

Chapter 12

Shorty Suites's long slim fingers reached deep between Miranda's thighs, continuing to rub her blue covered mound. She squirmed helplessly, boots slipping and sliding over the old carpet. With her ankles crossed and bound, even her long legs couldn't find any footing.

"You know I fuck all my girls before I put 'em to work," the pimp said almost casually.

"You'd be surprised how many girls need trained up..."