Flagstar - The Prey

A dark night had fallen hard on the city. It was a cloudy, moonless night and several men

made their way to a dark gray building--to an inner office. The mood of this meeting was grim, bordering

on bleak. At precisely ten o'clock, a double door opened and a powerful man in a dark suit entered. He sat at the head of the table, opened a slim briefcase and pulled out a thick folder.

"Gentlemen, we face a crisis. Demands for our services are up,and we can't deliver. Drug dealers are being busted left and right. Our porno video industry has suffered from at least four break-ins which almost completely destroyed us there. Car parts--our chop shops have been cut almost in half. Prostitution is almost completely gone here, and forget about our illegal gambling rackets. And this is not the work of a more vigilant police force, but the work of one woman!" He pulled a series of photographs from the dossier in front of him. They showed a powerful woman in star spangled chaps and a red bustier. All of the other bosses knew her instantly--it was Flagstar!

"Who is this woman? No one seems to know and that damned hood of hers keeps us from even hazarding a guess as to hair or eyes. All we know is she's strong, competent and a damned nuisance to our businesses. As far as I know, no one has ever been able to take her down; she's come out on top of every situation she's been involved with.

"But here and now, I'm declaring war on Flagstar! And if you're with me then say so--if not, there's the door." He paused. Not one of the crime bosses moved, instead their voices raised in unanimous consent--"War on Flagstar!"

The powerful man held his hand up. The room grew silent. "We need a plan to stop this heroine. Fortunately, I developed one before I contacted all of you. It will cost each of you one million dollars for this hit--but I guarantee that I will bring in Flagstar--chained, humiliated and ready for you to unmask--two weeks from tonight at this time. Payment, as always, in advance."

"How will you do it, Jager?" asked Spinelli.

"My methods are private, but you all are familiar with the results."

The other bosses slowly nodded at this. Thirty minutes later, Jager headed out of the building with $20,000,000 in currency and a signed contract for Flagstar.

She provided a welcome assurance to the citizens wherever she went. The police force seemed genuinely motivated by Flagstar's successes and had improved their own arrest rates. After two years in the city she felt comfortable in her role of protector. Oh there had been close calls, notably with Darkshade, but overall, she had been extremely successful. She checked the charge in her power bands again, then leapt from the balcony of her fourth floor apartment to the ground below. The police chief was waiting in his usual spot three blocks away as she slipped into his cruiser.

"What do you have for me,chief?' asked Flagstar, her voice slightly muffled against the full face mask she wore.

"We think we've found another chop shop ring. Several stolen cars over the past few days and not enough juveniles to account for all of it. The cars being stolen are the typical ones for this sort of operation too. Main stream, not too flashy. My men havn't been able to get a lead as to where they may be headquartered. But I know you have your resources."

Flagstar nodded. "I do. I think I can break up this ring tonight, Chief. Anything else?"

"Only this. Word from several informants is that there's a rather large bounty for you. A man named Jager has sworn to bring you down. Just be careful."

Flagstar smiled at this. The danger was a stimulant to her, the possibility of being caught and unmasked gave her such a thrill, that it sometimes led her to recklessness. Yet she usually came out on top.

"I'm always careful, Chief. And they haven't made the crook who can take me down." She exited the cruiser and strode purposefully into the night. The Chief watched her, worried and respectful at the same time. Then with a resigned sigh, he turned his car towards home.

Midnight found Flagstar on top of a roof, in the deserted warehouses of downtown. Only one had any sort of light coming from it. It was on top of that one Flagstar waited. Looking below, she saw six men, ranging from 21 to 25 working on two cars. One was almost completely disassembled, the other was just being stripped. From her vantage point she observed the skills and tools these young hoods used to strip the Taurus just below her. She watched quietly for almost an hour, feeling the warmth in her body rise. She stood just as the leader below called for a beer break. As the six men dropped their tools and headed toward the cooler, Flagstar jumped through the skylight. The surprise of a lucscious woman coming in like that caused all the men to turn around and gape.

Flagstar took advantage of the situation. With two quick grabs, she caught the first two hoods running toward her and flung them against the far wall. They slid down the wall stunned. Her power bands seemed to be at full strength and she relished the strength they gave her. As she turned a large man rushed her with a large wrench in his hand. She punched him low, in the gut and he doubled over. She threw him against another hood as he was attempting to sneak up.

The fifth hood was all she saw remaining. He approached slowly, twirling a length of heavy chain in his hands. "'Ey baby! Wanna play with me?" Flagstar noticed that for all his bravado, he seemed scared.

"I don't play with little boys," she retorted. Despite her calm, she knew that this one could be dangerous. He had a fighting stance and a desire to keep some distance between themselves. And the sixth had run off. That could spell trouble. She took a quick survey of the room. There!

Flagstar gave a powerful leap and caught the block and tackle rig used for hoisting motors from cars. The chain swung free and she caught the hood under the chin with her bright red boots. He reeled and fell to the floor. A scant second later, Flagstar was on top of him, straddling him and lining up a knockout blow.

****WHAMMMMM!!!!!**** A violent explosion rocked the back of Flagstar's head. She reeled, dazed by the blow. Somehow she found her feet and stood unsteadily. Through her blurred eyes she saw the six hoods slowly approaching. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs and made another leap. She caught the crossbeam of the electromagnet and swung up on it to sit. The hoods looked up at her as she regained control of herself.

"C'mon down sweetie, we won't hurt you! MUCH!" The car thieves laughed at that. Flagstar knew she had lost the surprise factor, but she also knew she could take this bunch. She stood on the beam, balanced and ready. With an excellent dismount she landed in the middle of the circle of hoods.

The fight was intense, but Flagstar was quick with her kicks, blocks, and punches. She soon had five down and faced only the leader of the gang again. His chain twirled menacingly.

He swung, Flagstar dodged. Again he swung, again she dodged. On his third assault, she caught the chain and yanked the young hoodlum toward her. One quick punch later, he joined his comrades in slumberland. Flagstar found a large length of chain and made several sets of manacles around the chop shoppers' wrists. Picking up a cell phone, she called the police station, alerting them to the captives. When she heard the sirens, she leapt out the skylight, and out into the remaining night.

From his vantage point across the street, Jager smiled. The crosshairs of his gun and the laser dot lit up Flagstar's ass easily. "Bang!" he said as he faked a squeeze on the trigger.

She moved easily across the city, confident in her abilitites. She also was horribly unaware anyone was following her. Jager tailed Flagstar for several blocks, watching her easy graceful movements through the alleyways and rooftops. He knew she was still on patrol, and didn't want to take her before she was less on guard.

Flagstar headed into a rundown residential section of town. She spent a moment talking with a youngster (violating the city's curfew) then loped up the street. Jager couldn't believe his luck! The stupid bitch was actually headed toward his den, where he planned to hold and break the heroine! Jager quickly checked the streets--outside of his vehicle and Flagstar, the streets were deserted. He lined up his sights and waited. Flagstar had dropped to a crouch, behind a few garbage cans. From the darkened alleyway Jager could hear the sound of a man being loud and brutal to a woman. "Most likely Big Tom and his bitch, " thought Jager. "This is his part of town."

Flagstar moved from a listening crouch to one that was preparing for action. Her well toned muscles tensed. Jager could sense she was ready to make her move. Quickly he lined up the crosshairs and the laser sights. Her beautiful ass glowed red where the laser lit it up. Jager quickly pulled the trigger. PFFFFT! A trank dart flew from his air gun and squarely hit the unsuspecting heroine.

Flagstar got a puzzled look on her face when the trank dart hit. She looked at the dart, pulled it out, then looked acros the street--right at Jager's Ford Windstar. She stood and started to cross to him.

Jager worried for a moment, then smiled when he saw what was happening. Flagstar tried--managed a few steps. Then her coordination was shot to hell. She stumbled like a junkie in need of a fix, pitching forward onto the ground. She tried to crawl away from Jager at this point but her muscles were very unresponsive to the massive muscle relaxant Jager had pumped into her.

Jager got out of the van. Flagstar lay motionless on the ground, almost unable to move. her muscles continued to relax and Jager smelled urine as Flagstar wet her pants.

"Not so powerful now, are we Flagstar?" laughed Jager. "I guess someone's going to have to take care of you."

Flagstar knew he meant, "Permanently."

Jager reached down and pulled the power bands from Flagstar's unresisting wrists. "You won't be needing these little toys anymore, " he said. Then he lifted the fully relaxed heroine to his shouldersand carried her to the Windstar. The back seats had all been removed and replaced with chains, manacles, and a large steel eyebolt secured to the floorboard. Flagstar was dumped unceremoniously onto the floor of the van.

"Here's something to replace those bracelets I took, " laughed Jager. He snapped a handcuff on Flagstar's left wrist, pulled it through the eyebolt then attached it to her right wrist and behind her back. A set of leg irons followed suit--attached through the front passenger's seat.

"I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable in your wet panties either." A pair of shears were quickly brought out and Flagstar's wet panties were soon cut away, revealing her brown pubic hairs and her tight pussy. She shivered as she sat on the cold floor of the van. Jager climbed into the driver's seat, turned the ignition and drove off into the dark night.

Jager knew not to underestimate the defeated Flagstar. Even though he was close at hand to his prepared hideout, he drove for 30 minutes, winding through the city. From her vantage point on the floor of the darkened van, Flagstar could only see the tops of buildings and these were dim in the streetlights and night gloom. She pulled experimentally at the chains holding her. They were firm and without her power gauntlets, she didn't have the strength to break them.

Hearing his captive's futile escape attempts amused Jager. He smiled as he listened to her grunts and the jingling of the chains. He watched her struggle in his rearview mirror, his cock growing along with his arousal.

"Patience," he told himself. "You have to wait for the right time. She's caught and landed, but you still need to prepare her for the final insults. That will make it all the better for you."

A few minutes later, Jager drove into a garage in the warehouse district. He killed the motor, leaned back in the seat and said, "Well Flagstar, we're home! In your case, it will be your last one!"

Fear gripped the heroine's heart, but somehow she managed to regain her defiance long enough to say, "I doubt it, monster. It will take more than you to fully defeat Flagstar!"

Jager found the thought of a bound woman with her private areas exposed defying him amusing. He laughed at Flagstar. This only seemed to strengthen her resolve. She sat as straight as she could and looked Jager in the eyes. Jager returned the stare then closed the door to the van. He exited the garage and shut off the light.

In the darkness, Flagstar wondered how she could get free. The cuffs were standard police type but she did not have her key. Her gauntlets were...wait! Jager had left them on the passenger seat, near her feet! She tugged uselessly on the cuffs behind her back. Then she tried the leg shackles. They seemed to move. With a great stretching effort she almost touched one of the gauntlets with her toe. Almost...almost...Her foot nudged the gauntlet and it fell to the front floorboard--hoplessly out of reach. Flagstar slumped back, defeated.

She suddenly became aware of a hissing sound filling the garage and the van through Jager's open window. As the air became thick, Flagstar found it harder to breathe. Struggling to maintain consciousness, the last thing she saw was blackness spiraling toward her eyes. She slumped over in a deep sleep.

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Flagstar woke up with a headache. Her arms were also terribly sore from being bound with her hands behind her all night. As she gained conscious thought, she took in her surroundings. She was no longer in the van but appeared to be in a closed room. Cinder blocks lined three sides of the room, a small cot was there, a toilet with no seat, and on the fourth wall was a picture window of a really thick glass. A door was also placed in this wall. She tried to stand. Her hands were still bound behind her, but she had some movement. She noticed the large eyebolt in the wall near her cot and followed the chain to her bare left leg. It was at this moment Flagstar realized that her boots were gone with her panties. Horrified she shot up in the cot. From her reflection in the window, she saw she still had her hood, and her bustier. But from her waist down she was naked and Flagstar suddenly felt very vulnerable.

A light went on in the window. Flagstar looked out and saw a mannequin on the other side. The mannequin was wearing her panties, boots and leggings! Additionally, her gauntlets were placed on the mannequin's wrists. But the mannequin had been posed in a very lewd way, with one arm cupping a breast and the other fingering its crotch. Flagstar shuddered and waited.

The door swung open and Jager walked in, a smug smile on his face. He had a small box in his hands and he bent over the helpless heroine. She felt his hot breath on her neck as he touched her shoulders.

"So this is the mighty Flagstar? Looks more like a ten-dollar hooker to me. Legs all bare, hanging out her wares in front of the world. Tell me Flagtart, do you get a sexual thrill beating up men? Do you dress like that because you're an exhibitionist? You want the world to desire you, but you tell them they can't touch! What a flirt! What a bimbo you are."

Flagstar tried to reply, " I wear these colors because they stand for the purity of our country."

"You dress like that to excite men and get them too horny to know you're kicking their ass."

She tried again, "Please, don't leave me like this. Aside from you no one's ever seen me this vulnerable."

"Nice try Flagflirt, but I took a lot of money to bring you in, broken and humiliated. And I honor my contracts."

Jager reached into his pocket. Flagstar flinched, fearing the worst. Smiling, Jager drew forth a handcuff key. He reached behind the captive woman and unlocked her handcuffs. Flagstar sighed in relief

and rubbed her wrists. Jager caught them and pulled the surprised heroine to him.

"Don't get too comfortable Flagstar," he said. "We have some other business to attend to."

Jager held Flagstar's wrists with one large hand. The other hand reached down to Flagstar's bustier. His hand slipped between her cleavage and he rubbed her shivering breasts.

"No" Flagstar pleaded. "Don't do this. No one has ever done this to me."

Her pleas, however, were like heroine to an addict. With a strong tug, Jager pulled Flagsar's bustier down, exposing her perfectly formed breasts. Her pink aureoles stood stiff and firm.

Jager kissed them, then began to suck on one of them.

Flagstar yelped. She struck at Jager with her hands and elbows but this seemed to excite him more. He continued to molest and suck her breasts, then on hand began to wander down to her crotch, stroking there. Flagstar screamed, "NNNNOOOOO!!!!!" to the otherwise empty room.

Flagstar awoke stiff, angry and afraid. Her captor had fucked her relentlessly; he seemed insatiable. Her pleas for mercy were laughed off and the intesity of her torture increased. To add to her humiliation, Jager had stripped her of her entire costume, placing it on the mannequin in the hallway outside her room. The mannequin's face was still bare; for some reason her tormentor had seen fit to leave her hood over her eyes.

Jager returned to the room. Flagstar flinched and Jager laughed as the once powerful heroine assumed as close to a fetal postion as she could get in her bonds.

"Its time to eat something," said Jager. "My clients want you alive for the grand opening."

She tensed, knowing that the grand opening referred to her impending end as a heroine, and possibly as a human being. She also knew that Jager would not attempt to unhood her beyond her lips so that she could eat. In the few days she'd been his prisoner he had alternated between attentive caretaker and lecherous abuser.

Jager carefully lifted her hood to her nose. Then he carefully spooned in the soup he had brought in. She sipped it down, still leery of the evil man feeding her. Sensing a possibility, she seized on it.

"Listen," she said, "I admit you've won! You took me down, made me your prisoner and had your way with me. No one has ever done that before. I'm helpless and I know that I could never defeat you. But I beg you, please let me go. You've taken away my confidence, my costume, my freedom, my powers and my virtue. I have never been so completely defeated. I could never, ever be Flagstar again, this defeat would forever be in my mind.

"But please, I beg you, please don't leave me naked, please don't unmask me." Her voice cracked as she begged for her secret identity.

Jager stopped feeding Flagstar for a moment and looked at his helpless victim. Her body trembled with cold, fear and anticipation. "God, she's gorgeous," he thought. He placed the bowl down and leaned in close to his naked captive.

"I won't unmask you, Flagstar," he whispered to the frightened heroine. She seemed to relax for a minute, then tensed all over when he touched her on the shoulder. "The unmasking is reserved for my employers. Its business, you're business to me, nothing more. I'm sure you understand."

Flagstar slumped down, completely defeated. Her demise was almost complete. Her mind shut down--there was NO opportunity for escape. Her body instinctively responded to the sexual advances of Jager, but Flagstar had completely disassociated herself from the events surrounding her. Hoping to save her identity had been her last chance. She was now resigned to her ultimate fate.

As Jager entered her, he smiled, knowing her defeat was now complete: Flagstar the predator had become Flagstar the prey.

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In a dark grey building, in an inner office at precisely 10:00 pm twenty crime lords sat in eager anticipation. The double doors opened and Jager entered. Behind him, two of his assistants rolled a large dolly holding a solid wooden crate into the room. Several of the bosses licked their lips and rubbed their palms in eager anticipation.

"Gentlemen, two weeks ago, in this room you declared war on Flagstar. Two days later the press stopped reporting on her activities. Five days later, the editorials and the front pages began speculating as to her whereabouts. Now two weeks later, to the day, I present you with this morning's headlines."

He unfolded the morning TIMES. The headline screamed: WHERE IS FLAGSTAR? in 30 point type. A multiple story dealing with the heroine's shadowy past, her successes and the rising crime rate in the last two weeks was complimented by speculation from the police chief as to her fate. A re-creation of the last night she was seen also filled the front page. It mentioned both the bust at the chop shop and her guiding statements to the juvenile. But since that point, no one had seen her.

"Gentlemen, until now, no one knew what happened to Flagstar. No one. Even you could only speculate. I alone knew where she was, what her fate was.

"When we last met, I promised, I guaranteed to bring you Flagstar. I promised she would be chained, humiliated and ready for you to unmask. You paid me on the strength of my reputation. Tonight I bring you Flagstar."

A loud roar of approval rose from the table as Jager took a crowbar and pried open the crate. Inside, Flagstar had been dressed in a stripper's version of her costume. She wore a tight, cropped bustier and a stars and striped bikini brief. She had no shoes, her wrists and ankles were chained. Beneath her hood, Jager had gagged her. There were hoots and jeers from the table as several of the crime bosses mocked the defeated heroine. Flagstar's response was to continue to keep her head down. Her shame was so overwhelming she could not even muster one last act of defiance.

As the jeering continued, one chant began to rise over all the others. "Unmask Flagstar, UNMASK FLAGSTAR, UNMASK FLAGSTAR !!! "

Jager held up his hand for silence. The room quieted down. "We will indeed unmask Flagstar, but I think we need to sell the honor. I will begin the auction at $1,000,000. This money will go into a fund to insure other heroines understand what happened to Flagstar and could happen to them. Now, who will open the bidding for $1,000,000?"

The bidding rose quickly, then stalled at 10 million. After a pause, Jager asked, "Are there any other bids?" No one raised his voice. Jager then said, "Very well then, I'll bid $20,000,000. And then, as high bidder, I will also determine her fate. I think I'll keep her as my personal slave. You are all invited to my place in two weeks to meet my new room mate. Get to "know" her if you get my drift."

There were no voices raised in protest. Jager smiled, then opened the same briefcase he had been given two weeks ago. He gave it to Alonzo, the head porno film maker. "Make sure that you make the best film possible for distribution to the entire city." Alonzo smiled and nodded.

Jager turned to the now very frightened Flagstar. "Gentlemen, I present Flagstar. Who is she? I don't know--but I'm sure we can reveal some clues toward her identity. Jager reached behind the heroine's back and found the zipper holding the bustier. He slowly slide it down, revealing Flagstar's beautiful breasts. An awed silence filled the room. Then the hoots and whistles began.

Flagstar's body blushed red. She had never assumed that this could happen to her. But with the gag in her mouth her protests were muffled and only were heard as little yelps and mmmphings.

Jager continued to undress the woman, removing her panties by untying the strings on either side of her hips. Again the laughter and humiliation. Spinelli yelled, "I know I'd remember a piece like that! I got no clue." The others agreed loudly. Jager laughed and Flagstar tried desperately and with futility to cover herself. But the chains around her wrists prevented her from being able to cover both her breasts and her womanhood at the same time. With one last desperate attempt, she tried to flee from the room. However, she tripped on her ankle chains and went sprawling on the floor. She pounded the floor in frustration and anger, worried that her last secret was about to be revealed and that instead of a once powerful heroine, the crime lords would only see her as a helpless woman, another victim of the very criminals she fought.

Jager's hand reached for her hood, slowly pulling it above the chin to her nose. The bosses smiled when they saw the gag stuffed in Flagstars teeth. "Do it Jager, let us see who she is!!" The tears began to roll down her face, showing beneath her hood. Flagstar's body was wracked with trembling, covered with sweat. Her fear held her paralyzed as Jager slowly peeled the hood over her head. Her blonde hair tumbled across her shoulders and her brown eyes looked helplessly up at Jager. Flagstar now knew she would never be seen again. Her defeat was complete and she would spend the remainder of her days as a slave to Jager.