GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME SEX
(by InterestingLife)
DISCLAIMER : This story is a work of fiction. It may contain scenes of violence, sexual imagery and may depict scenes of non-consensual sexual activity, as well as torture and many other illegal activities. It is intended as literary entertainment only.
All characters used in this story are property of their respective owners.
All stories written by me are part of a continous story arc, designed to be read in the order they are presented (from 101 and on). They are all my interpretations of the Exit-Zero universe, presented with his permission, and may not work in continuity with other stories.

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PART 1
Washington D.C. 10 hundred hours. ETA 3 minutes.
The limousine pulled out of the school's driveway exactly on time. It turned into the street, escorted by a police car in front and behind and slowly made its progression to the next red light.

ETA 2 minutes.

The light went to green. The first police car headed into the intersection to the left, followed very tightly by the limousine and its sister car. Overhead, a traffic helicopter buzzed. A blue convertible turned right from the other side, getting just behind the second police vehicle. Its driver was a young man, mid-twenties, with a hawaiian shirt, fresh sunglasses. In the backseat, a girl in a blue bikini matching the car's color was laid out, soaking in the sun.  From their vantage point, the helicopter passengers could clearly admire the spectacle.

The procession arrived at another light as it turned red. The police car hit the brake in order not to get separated. The limousine driver, an expert, had no trouble bringing his own vehicle to a halt. The third car was far enough behind that it simply slowed and stopped.

ETA 1 minute.

Right across the street to their left, a family van was waiting to turn left, its flasher on.  The driver of the van looked back at his small passengers, shadowed by the heavy sunlight, and waited for the light to change. Cars stepped through the intersection and went on their way.

ETA 10 seconds.

The light went green for the official caravan. The first police car driver stepped on the gas to speed away; suddenly, the driver of the family van stepped on the gas as well, and instead of turning, headed straight for the advancing police car. The driver did not even have time to swerve. The family van's reinforced bumper tore it off the street, tearing into the car and blocking the lane for the limousine.

At the same time, in the convertible at the back, the girl in bikini reached under the front seat and pulled out some strange contraption. It looked like a miniatuzed rocket launcher. She aimed it at the following police car and shot. It sent a large metallic chunk straight through the back windshield and, once inside the vehicle, ignited into a flurry of eletrical sparks which incapacitated the occupants.

The driver of the limousine tried to drive off, but something dropped on its roof from the air : the traffic helicopter had opened its passenger door and an individual clad in a full blue bodysuit had dropped a charge on it. It ignited, same at the police car, but across the roof, killing the car's engine and stunning its occupants.

From the family van, three other individuals dressed in the same blue body suit made an exit and raced to the vehicle.

ETA is green. ETA to EVA is 30 seconds.

They ran to the limousine. One of them held a large metallic grip vice, bolted to an exo-skeleton on his suit. He plunged the metal grips into the door and pulled it off its hinges. It snapped with a loud crack. The two other soldiers reached into the compartment and pulled out a black woman wearing a blue blazer and dress. One of them slouched her onto his back.

The traffic helicopter landed in the street, amid the confusion with the other vehicles on the road, stalled and bewildered at the events unfolding before them. The pilot of the helicopter and his passenger, both in blue body suits, jumped out.

ETA is 10 seconds.

In the sky, a boom was heard, and a craft of unique design, as long as a schoolbus but sleeker, with aerodynamic wings, ground to a  halt above the scene. A hatch opened in the bottom and several cables with hooks were lowered.

The driver from the family van, the driver of the convertible in the hawaiian shirt and the bikini girl all ran to regroup with the blue suited soldiers. They grabbed onto the cables, the soldiers in the suits securing their harnesses with the hooks, then grabbing the others who were not wearing the suits to help lift them up. The cables quickly retracted, bringing everyone on board.

ETA is red. Motherhen is secured. Fly. Fly. Fly.

The powerful engines of the craft reignited as the hatch closed; a burst of speed took it far, far away from the scene, much to the dismay and shock of the onlookers.

***

In the middle of the boxing ring, the two contestants were dancing around each other. It was a private gym, so there weren't any onlookers, or they might have found the scene strange. The two ladies, both gorgeous in their own right, punched at each other while sparring, avoiding the hits, blocking them with their red, white and blue gloves. The tallest of the two, not by much, also the oldest, again, not by much, wore boots that went up to below her knees, a star-splanged bikini top with a blue background and a striped red-white bikini bottom. Her opponent wore red boots with stars at the top, a red boxing brief that expertly molded her chiseled physique, and a blue bikini bra with white stars. The entire layout of the gym, in fact, harbored the same patriotic colours.

"Too slow, Madison," said the taller of the two.
"Bite me, Michelle!"

Madison, the red-booted one, swung hard, but her opponent dodged away, and her fists connected with Madison's ribs.

"Keep your guard up."
"That was a low blow. How does keeping my guard up help?"
"Focus!"

Michelle swung away. Madison stepped sideways and out-of-reach. Michelle dashed forward, pushing Madison against the ropes. They struggled there for a moment. Madison suddenly sneered and, tilting her head, planted a kiss right on Michelle's mouth. Surprised, Michelle lowered her gloves just for a moment. This allowed Madison to sweep her feet from under her. Michelle fell to the mat and Madison stepped away.

"That's cheating."
"All's fair in love and war."

Michelle got up with an instant stand, smiling at her pupil. She was coming a long way on her own. This made her proud.

"If I didn't know better," said Michelle, "I swear you were waiting to kiss me this whole match."
"What if I was?"

The comment made her mentor laugh.

"Come on, let's hit the showers."

Within moments, the girls had stripped off all their clothes and entered the large shower at the end of the changing room, and were lathering their bodies with soap and lotion. Madison took a moment to admire her mentor's amazing figure. Then again, Michelle had been blessed with some experimental radiation serum, not long before the comet that ignited superpowers across the planet. Her powers had maintained her physique at the top of its shape, improving it to a great extent. Mind you, she thought, my assets aren't so bad either. Super-trained by the government and infused artificially with the same radiation that had given her mentor powers (with a little twist of cosmic radiation thrown in), she was definitely in fighting form as well.

Michelle noticed her friend staring and gave her an eyeful before exiting the shower. In the changing room, she turned on the television as she dried herself. The news channel was on, as usual. She listened to the main story in silence, while Madison kept showering herself. Eventually, she called out to her.

"Madison, come here."

She rushed out of the shower, still full of soap.

"What?"

The news was grim. Madison listened as the details became available. The president's wife. Kidnapped, in broad daylight. There were descriptions of the kidnappers. The Blue Soldiers.

"Not them..." whispered Madison.
"Come on. Finish cleaning up, then we need to get dressed and call agent Turner. They're going to need us."

It was obvious. Madison rushed back to the showers to get the soap off. The Blue Soldiers. She hated those mercenaries with a passion, and she had good reason to, like many other superheroines. But they were hired help, soldiers taking orders. That meant someone else called the shots. It was always like that. But that was they she had accepted to be part of the experiment, to became a champion for America. Lieutenant Liberty. That's who she was. With her mentor, the Star-Spangled Girl.

Agent Turner was very angry, at no one in particular, just angry.

"Five secret service agents, four police officers, the best security in the world, and bam! Out of there in less than a minute."
"They're the blue soldiers," replied Star-Splanged Girl. "You know their reputation."

Inside Agent Turner's office, at the Pentagon, the two heroines were getting the official report, unbiased. It sounded even worse that on television.

"It's a lot worse than you think..."

Agent Turner paced around the room. There was more to this, and he was afraid to tell his two favorite heroines about it, but they had always been there to help, ready to put themselves on the line in so many ways, moreso than many of the men he had served with in the black operations division. They were dedicated to the cause beyond measure, and it was that kind of confidence which inspired him to keep working with them, despite some of their failings and failures. Star-Spangled Girl assumed the pose, hands on her thights, chest pressed forward in her american flag bikini costume.

"Whatever it is, we've heard it before."
"You probably have. All right, here's the rundown. The president's wife isn't the only important political woman to have been kidnapped recently. In fact, in the last twenty-four hours, at least seven others have been taken."
"Why? And why did you not tell us sooner?"
"Because we barely started to learn about it this morning. The president is, of course, devastated. After the fiasco at the White House a few months ago, on his inauguration day..."

Lieutenant Liberty looked away in shame. Clad in her full body American flag suit, her shield strapped to her back, she looked impressive, but the words of agent Turner made her feel hollow. To be violated in front of the president was bad enough, but to have it be recorded and played out all over the internet was even worse. Still, it was past history. She needed to get over it. Her mentor interceded.

"She was just one woman against an army of Blue soldiers. What hope did she have?"
"The same she'll have here, I suspect..."

Agent Turner's enigmatic answer puzzled both heroines.

"Let me play you a message we received not long before you arrived. We tried to track it with no luck."

He turned on the computer screen. A familiar face popped up. It made Lieutenant Liberty jump back, although she held back the scream. It was a face she had hoped never to contend with again. The woman who had been responsible for the worst humiliation of her life. Sergeant Natasha Volnikov, aka Sgt Black. Former russian special forces, terrorist and villainess. Hiding behind her brown-tanned glasses, she brushed her short red hair away from her face while staring at the camera.

"This message is for my friend, the heroine calling herself Lieutenant Liberty. I claim responsibility for the kidnappings of Marsha Helmsley, Claudia True, Henrietta Holmes, Janie Gallagher, Rorita Kennedy, Flora Gray, Korie Marshall, Leandra Court and the lovely Rochelle, our esteemed president's wife."
"That's eight other women," whispered Star-Spangled Girl.
"I have done no harm to these women as of yet, and they will not be touched if my ‘friend’ does exactly as I have instructed."

There was a pause for dramatic effect. Lieutenant Liberty stared at the screen, her fists clenched, ready to pounce, but there was nowhere to pounce to. Instead, she raged inside. Sgt. Black continued on the screen.

"She is to leave her shield behind. She will head to the Jefferson Memorial, alone, unaccompanied, no far surveillance, no GPS locator, and certainly no mommy to hold her hand."

Star-Spangled Girl grinned. She didn't like being called 'mommy'; she was barely a year older than her colleague.

"Once at the site, she will receive instructions on what to do in order to save the precious wives and daughters of our esteemed government officials. Their safe return, unharmed, lies in her cooperation."

Both heroines were hard-pressed to know how to react. That kind of ultimatum never meant anything good was to happen to them. Sgt Black was marking a very long pause, fully aware of what effect her words and the subsequent wait would have on them.

"I can do this."

Resolutely, Lieutenant Liberty stared her opponent down.

"One more thing. She needs to be be there by noon or I start having fun with my first hostage."
"What? It's almost noon now!"

There was only a brief moment of hesitation. Lieutenant Liberty dashed out of the office and into the hall. Agent Turner yelled at her.

"Take one of the bikes!"

As she ran, Lieutenant Liberty dropped her shield. It clanged loudly as she made for the exit, under the concerned stare of her mentor and friend. But what else could be done at this time? Star-Spangled Girl would have to find a way to help her protégé without following her. Lieutenant Liberty her own.

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GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME SEX, part 2

It was three minutes past noon when Lieutenant Liberty stopped her bike beside the Jefferson Memorial. Quickly, she jumped off and ran to the entrance, looking for whatever note, sign or memo Sgt Black might have left behind for her. There was nothing obvious in sight. She ran around the place as the onlookers watched her run around. It was now six minutes past noon. The heroine was panicking.

Suddenly, she saw a small backpack right on the edge of the lake beside the memorial. It was a small thing, brown with one handle, and unattended. She raced down the steps towards it, picked it up and reached into it. She pulled out a brandless digital pad. There was nothing else in the bag. She looked for the on button, but it turned on by itself. On it, live stream, was Sgt Black's face behind her brown-tinted sunglasses.

"I'm here..."
"I see... but my timeline says you are seven minutes late."
"I didn't have enough time."

The image pulled away from the villainess as she kept speaking.

"And how is that my concern?"

The image panned right, revealing a scene of horror : an elderly woman was strapped naked face first to a metal table, her back exposed to the camera. Beside her, a man clad in full black leather from head to toe was holding a whip in his hand. He made it snap in the air.

"Since you missed your mark by seven minutes, I will have my henchman whip her for the same amount of time, to teach you the value of punctuality."

The whip cracked once, leaving a red mark on the elder lady's bag. She screamed through her gag.

"Stop this! It's not her fault. It's mine. Punish me..."

Sgt Black laughed. The whip did not strike again, and the camera returned to the enemy's face. Her smile betrayed her cunning.

"I will. Rest assured. And since you ask so nicely, I will refrain from striking her any further, if you do the next following thing without hesitation."

Lieutenant Liberty said nothing, awaiting the order.

"Strip off your costume and jump into the water."

It only took a fraction of a second for the information to process. She undid her zip down to her waist, slipping the top off her shoulders, then sliding out of it without thinking any further. The gloves followed, but she kept the boots. Completely exposed, she did not look back at the many people present on site, staring at her naked form with utter disbelief and some amusement. She jumped into the water. It was very cold, a little above her knees. She dove under for a moment, then stood up. She grabbed the pad and stared down Sgt Black. She heard applause coming from the people at the memorial, but she ignored it. It was clear from the vilainess' gaze that she could see the scene unfolding. Her grin was unmistakable.

"Good girl... you impress me with your dedication. Or perhaps not."
"What now? I did as I was told."
"Yes, but being naked is nothing for you, right? I mean, everyone on Capitol Hill has seen your lovely form getting fucked into submission."

Lieutenant Liberty remained quiet. She knew not to provoke her adversary further. Sgt Black still seemed pleased.

"You did as you were told, and I will be true to my word. Mrs. Henrietta Holmes, wife of senator Jason Holmes, will be returned to her house within the hour. You will remain on site, standing in the water, naked, in the pool, with pad in hand, and wait for me to contact you. You will not contact anyone else. If anyone asks what you are doing, say it's for charity. If they want to touch you, they may, but only if they pay. Only touching though. We're not there yet."

The screen went black. Lieutenant Liberty sighed. She hoped the villainess would keep her word. Senator Holmes was an important man in town. He had sanctionned many of the recent reforms to law concerning super-powered individuals. Perhaps that was why his wife had been targeted.

Two teenage students walked up to the pool, drooling at the heroine's chest.

"Can we take a picture?"
"It's for charity. It's... ten dollars."
"Cool."

The man just snapped the photograph.

"Or we can get it for free."

The boys laughed and ran off. Lieutenant Liberty sighed. It would be a long wait.

Agent Turner received word from his agents on the field that a taxi cab had dropped off Mrs. Holmes at her house, wrapped in a bathrobe. The cab had been taken in, but he claimed that he was only given instructions to drive her there. He, of course, gave the pickup location, but it would be hours before the analysts found something useful.

"How is your girl doing?" he asked Star-Spangled Girl.
"Hanging in there. Still standing in the pool, naked. There is a crowd around her, and a television crew too. She said something about charity, and apparently, people are paying to grope her."
"My God! What's wrong with these people?"
"It must part of Sgt Black's twisted plan."

The two could do nothing more at the moment. Star-Spangled Girl looked at the shield which had been returned to her, sitting in front of the desk. She hoped. It was all she could do for now.

Lieutenant Liberty had done much better than she had expected, although it was not necessarily in her favor. So far, she had made over 300$ from people coming up and paying 10$ each to touch her. Almost everyone went for her breasts; a few had rubbed her belly, and still another few had reached around to grab her ass. The television crew had promised her they would blur her form on live television, but so many pictures had already been taken, it seemed moot.

The pad turned on again. Lieutenant Liberty was almost glad for the release, but she remembered what it was about.

"What now?"
"Well, you'll need to get dressed again and get rid of these people. Then, get on your bike, and ride out to the Smithsonian. There, you'll find a letter in a black envelope on the elephant's back. It is now 2:34PM. You need to be at the Smithsonian, letter in hand, for 3:00PM."

Instinct kicked in. Lieutenant Liberty stepped out of the pool and retrieved her clothes, putting them on as fast as possible, as the applause echoed around her. She grabbed the backpack, put the pad in and, put everything on her back and raced to the waiting bike. Some people called out to her but she ignored them. She stepped on the bike and drove off like a wild girl. Her legs were tired from the standing in the cold water, but she ignored it, stepping on the gas. She knew the city well. It took about seven minutes from here to there if she took 1/14th street, less if she broke speed limits. With a bike, she could probably avoid the traffic as well, if there was any.

As she went to cross the bridge, she saw it was closed, completely cut off. She veered away, turning back, ready to take the bridge in the other direction, facing traffic but that too was completely blocked, not even room for her to maneuver. Construction on both sites. It had to be deliberate on Sgt Black's part. Her mind quickly searched for an alternate route. Her only closest option was the Theodore Roosevolt bridge north. She swerved and headed up along the Potomac, speeding up to regain lost time. She did not bother looking at the time. She worried for a moment that Sgt Black would have blocked that bridge too, but she saw the traffic flowing as she neared it. Rounding the corner, even riding on the sidewalk while avoiding pedestrians, she zigzaged through the lanes and cars, crossing the bridge.

She turned south on the other side of the Potomac, coming back towards the way she had come but on the other side of the river. She rolled down and veered to take the right road. No more obstacles showed up in her path. She raced her bike up to the entrance, rolling on the lawn to do so. She made a hard stop, jumping off the bike as it keeled over. Her eyes glanced at the clock. It read 2:51. Nine minutes. She needed to find the naturalized animals exhibit.

The ticket handler called her out as she ran past him, but the flagsuit did give her some authority, so no guard actually chased her down. She ran past a few entryways until she found the one she was looking for. The giant wooly elephant - or mammoth. She was not sure how safe it was to climb on top of it, but she had to take the risk. As she stepped over the rope, a guard called her out.

"What's going on here?"
"I have to get something..."
"You can't go up there."
"It's a matter of life and death..."

She didn't wait for further approval. She simply clambered up the structure of the artificial beast. It held together, barely swaying due to its solid support struts. At the top of its neck, where its head began, a black envelope was tucked in. She retrieved it, much to the guard's suprise, and she opened it. Inside it was a full body picture of a naked girl, maybe twentyish, black hair and a beautiful figure, tied up with ropes holding her arms on her sides and her hands in her back, her legs also wrapped and the ropes looped around her breasts. She had a gag in her mouth. For a moment, Lieutenant Liberty did not know what to do with the picture. She heard the pad go on inside the bag, so she hurriedly retrieved it. As she looked at it, she saw a timer, counting down, and the face of the girl, panicked. It looked like droplets were falling on her face. Sgt Black's voice came on.

"The timer is started. This girl is somewhere inside the museum. You have ten minutes to find her. The water dripping onto her will slowly increase, until it pours out, and she will drown."
"Monster!"
"I never claimed otherwise. Now, here's the interesting part. You can look for her, try to figure out where she is, or I can give you the answer, if you obey a simple order."
"What's the order?"
"The guard, down there?"
"Yes?"
"Blow him."
"What?"
"I'll only say it once more. Give a blowjob to the guard or look for the girl. Clock's ticking."

Her voice was gone, but the image remained. The Smithsonian was enormous. Finding anything within it was sheer impossibility in the time frame granted. There might hints in the picture though. It was a close-up. She was in an enclosed space, lying down for the water to fall on her face. Some kind of tomb? There were sarcophagi in the Egyptian wing. It was the most obvious choice. And yet... would it be that obvious?

She jumped down from her vantage point, landing beside the guard.

"I need you to come with me, please."

The guard knew of her, of course. He had seen her patriotic performances on the news. He had also seen, like pretty much anyone, how she had been violated publicly in the oval office. The two images clashed in his mind.

"Why?"
"Please."

He didn't mind, so he ran after her as she made her way to the Egyptian exhibit. As she entered, there were several people in. The timer said there only remained 9 minutes 7 seconds. The guard wondered why she kept looking at that pad but said nothing. Unless you were directly in front of it, you could not see its image. Lieutenant Liberty's eyes scouted the room, looking for anything out of place, but how could she tell, really?

"Does anything seem out of place?" she asked the guard.
"How should I know? This is not my area."

She turned to the guard at the entrance of the exhibit and repeated the question, but he could only tell her that everything was as he remembered it, and he had been on site since this morning. This was not helping. She ran about the room, frantic, while the guards talked about what was happening. The visitors were surprised to see her. The sound of Sgt Black's voice echoed from the pad.

"Eight minutes."

Rage filled her mind. The task was impossible and panic was setting in. The girl in the image was freaking out, struggling against her bonds, her tears adding to the light water drizzle now pouring over her face. From droplets to a drizzle. This was no joke. She returned to the guards.

"Did anything new arrive today? Anything unusual happen?"

The guards knew nothing, but told her that they could check in with the security office. She pleaded with them to hurry. Nothing came of it. Finally, she decided to come clean.

"Look, here."

She showed them the image on the pad. The guards were transfixed by the scene, appaled and aroused at the same time.

"She's been kidnapped, and will be dead in... less than 7 minutes. She's hidden in here somewhere. Where could she be?"

The guards had no clue whatsoever.

"Who would do something like this?" one of the guards asked.
"A nasty vilainess... Bottom line is she can be saved if... I..."

She paused, unable to speak. The guards leaned in towards her. But as she was about to say it, Sgt Black's voice came over the pad again.

"I will tell you all where she is, if she gets down on her knees and gives the both of you a blowjob, and you cum all over her face. Here and now."

Again, the men's minds oscillated between horror and desire, uncertain if they had heard correctly. The scene was surreal, out of bad porn movie.

"Well... uh..."
"Do you think there's time?" the heroine asked.
"I don't know," honestly replied the guard that had been following her.

The guards were as distraught as she was. She sighed, then dropped to her knees.

"You don't have to..." one of the guards tried to speak.
"Don't say anything. Just let me do everything."

The guards simply froze. She unzipped their pants, reaching into them to pull out their rods. They stood there, unbelieving. Some people in the room saw the scene unfold and quickly ran out. A younger man yelled out for her to continue, and others just stood there, horrified or excited.

Getting them hard was not an issue. Making them come before time ran out - she had set the pad on the floor so she could see the countdown as she did what she had to so. Less than six minutes. There was no time to think. Jerking one with her left hand, she swallowed up the other, drawing a long moan from him.

From the p echoed.

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GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME SEX, part 3

With only one minute left to the countdown, Lieutenant Liberty was working the men as hard as she could. Oscillating between them with her mouth, she was desperate to save the girl's life. Water was clearly visible in the container, up to her chin now. Soon, she would be underwater. There was no time to lose.

The guards were on the edge, but the stress of the situation was too much for them. There were witnesses watching, other security guards had come but been told not to intervene, that this was all part of some blackmail plot and to let things happen. Lieutenant Liberty was at her wits end. There was no way she was losing that girl. With disgust in her voice, she spoke up, said the words she wanted to avoid, pulling away from one and grabbing him with her free hand, stroking madly at them.

"You dirty boys, that's it. That's right. You want to come. Come. All over my face and mask. That's right. Shower me with cum. I know you want to!"

Her tone of voice rose as she spoke, coaxing them on, making them want it as bas as Sgt Black wanted it to happen. It was all too much for them. The clock showed only fifteen seconds left when the first load hit her right cheek. It followed from there. More cum on her face, in her hair, dripping down into the cleavage of her costume. The two guards exploded in a way they had never believed possible as she released her grasp on them. Fighting the urge to vomit or even clean herself, she  bent down on the pad, screaming into it.

"Where's the girl?"
"In the elephant."
"What?"
"Inside the mammoth, where you started!"

Lieutenant Liberty jumped up before the guards could recover, and dashed back to the naturalized animals exhibit. She entered it, jumped over the fence and with her strong grip, pulled at the beast's fur and structure. It tore apart, revealing some kind of casket inside. How had Black managed to get it in there? It did not matter. Lieutenant Liberty reached for the cover, tearing the lid open. Inside was the girl from the image, tied down, almost drowning. She pulled her head up out of the water. The girl shrieked, but the heroine quickly pulled out the ball gag.

"It's all right. You're safe."
"What... what?..."
"What's your name?"
"Claudia?"
"Claudia True, daughter of senator Helena True?"
"Yes..."
"You're safe now."

It took a moment for Claudia to regain her senses.

"Did they hurt you... other than this?"
"No... they groped me while they tied me up, but they didn't..."
"Good. Let's get you out of there."
"What's on your face?"

Lieutenant Liberty freaked a little at the question.

"That's not important."

She pulled the girl out and tore the rope apart. Grabbing a piece of fur torn from the elephant, she wrapped it around the naked girl so she would not be exposed.

Guards entered the room; the two she had taken care of had not followed. She quickly explained the situation to them, all the while wiping her face and cleavage with a tissue handed by one of the guards, using the water from the casket.

"That's something... what you were willing to do."
"Only because a life was at stake."

She waited a moment, making sure the guards had the situation under control, then she retrieved the pad, where Sgt Black's waiting face was smiling.

"How sweet. You saved the girl. Did you get her number, because I read in her diary she's into girls too."
"What's next?"
"No banter. Fine. I can handle that. Head outside to your bike. There's a present for you on it."

Without hesitation, Lieutenant Liberty left the museum and headed outside. Two saved. Seven to go. How much more would she have to endure?

Agent Turner was remotely following the heroine. It was not difficult. She was making quite a ruckus, tearing into the Smithsonian, blowing those two guards, then darting off as quickly as she had arrived. If he didn't know better, he would swear she had gone crazy.

"Sgt Black is trying to ruin her."
"I know," Star-Spangled Girl replied. "My girl is strong, but this is all too much riding on her. I hope she can handle it. It's not done, by far."

Lieutenant Liberty rode the bike to its next destination. The present waiting for her when she returned to the vehicle was another black envelope, obviously left there while she was inside. It contained an adress, somewhere on the outskirts of town. No deadline, so she hoped everything was fine. There was also a key inside the envelope. She kept it with the pad in the bag. Stepping off the bike, she examined the location. It was an old tenement building, apartments destined for destruction but forgotten about. There were many such buildings in Washington.

The pad beeped. She quickly retrieved it. Sgt Black's face appeared for a moment.

"Consider your next puzzle, Lieutenant."

The image changed. A naked girl, mid twenties at most, was suspended by chains upside down, her arms tied behind her back. She was held over a vat of something dark which the heroine could not identify.

"This lovely creature will know an agonizing death, unless you can save her. She's inside. Go for it. But be mindful of the dogs."

The image went black again. Tucking the pad away, Lieutenant Liberty resolutely entered the premisces. She was immediately greeted by angry barks. Dogs. Litterally. There were four of them, large german sheperds, combat dogs. She was fast, strong, agile, but she was facing wild animals, killers, possibly drugged up.

She braced for impact. They jumped on her, their sheer weight and impulse pushing her down. One gnawed at her arm, another tried to bite her flank; the third one missed her neck, while the fourth one chomped at her leg. Even through her suit, their bites hurt. She gathered her courage and punched the one on her arm on the nose; it shrieked in pain, backing away, tearing the cloth as it retreated. She had to protect her neck again, so she blocked with the other arm. The german sheperd at her feet was trying to tear off her leg. With her other foot, she kicked its side violently. It yelped and collapsed, its teeth tearing away more costume and flesh, drawing blood. The one at her side finally managed to sink its teeth in; she screamed in pain; her elbow to its head knocked it off, but it tore away more costume and flesh. Only one remained, so she used her bruised left forearm to snap its nose. It broke away. She rolled out of their reach for a moment. One of the dogs charged again; she managed to dodge it this time, grabbing it by the throat and slamming it on the ground.

The dogs were out. She collapsed on on knee. The cut on her side was bleeding badly. She tore her costume at the leg, where it was already torn, removing enough tissue to bandage her injured flank, fully exposing her left leg.

She rose to her feet a moment later, making her way inside the building, wobbling as she advanced, steadying herself against the wall. She collapsed once in an opening, but got up and traversed a large hall into an open area, where she found what she was looking for. The image on the pad. Sgt Black's voice rang once more, muffled by the backpack. Lieutenant Liberty did not pick it up. She crossed the room and saw the vat. It smelled like tar. The girl was panic-stricken, and seeing the heroine bloodied did not help secure her confidence.

How to get up there, the heroine wondered. There seemed to be rafters holding the chains. She needed to climb up and either swing the girl away from the vat - it seemed bolted to the floor - or pull her up. There was no obvious climbing spot so she headed for a support strut. With some effort, she pulled herself all the way up, ignoring the pain gnawing at her side. Finally, she reached the rafters. Normally, walking alongside them would have been child's play. In her weakened state, she had to get down on all fours to advance for fear of falling. It was very high. She reached the hook where the chain was supported. It was impossible to swing it. She heaved it up inch-by-inch, putting all her energy into it, until she could reach the girl's legs. It was easier to pull her up after that.

They were not secure yet. There was lock on the chains. She remembered the key, so she retrieved it and used it. It unfastened the lock, allowing her to free the captive. It was a delicate maneuver. The chains tumbled to the floor with a heavy thump which deafened the girls for a moment. Out-of-breath, Lieutenant Liberty removed the gag from the girl's mouth.

"My name is Leandra Court... I'm the daughter of..."
"I know who you are. You're safe. Safish. Almost. Hang on to me."

Crawling back on the rafters to the support strut while a naked girl hung on for dear life was excruciating, especially since the girl kept rubbing against the exposed wounds. Climbing down the rafters was unbelievably hard. Feeling herself fall mid way down, Lieutenant Liberty shifted her position to land first. Leandra landed on top of her, face-to-face. They stared at each other with disbelief. Leandra leaned in and kissed the heroine on the mouth, a shy kiss.

"Thank you..." she moaned.
"You... are... welcome."

Leandra stood up, covering herself as best as she could with her hands.

"What now?"

Despite her injuries and exhaustion, Lieutenant Liberty also rose up. Her costume was torn in many places; the injury on her side had exposed her underboob. Leandra kept staring at it.

"Now... we get you out of here, back to your family."

Suddenly, a troubling thought took over the heroine's mind. She reached into the backpack to pull out the pad. She had fallen on her back. The screen was cracked.

"Oh no... no... please no...!"

Tears rolled down her face as she collapsed to her knees.

"No!"
"What's wrong?"

How could she tell Leandra? The lives of six other women were hanging in the balance, and her only means of communication with their captor was broken. It was ov dead...

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GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME SEX, part 4

"Do we know where she is now?"
"She left the city about ten minutes ago, but we are still tracking her bike. It's just outside an old tenement building."

Agent Turner was very anxious. Letting Lieutenant Liberty take the lead in this was not enitrely his choice, truth be told; her reputation had been greatly tarnished. But it was out of her hands. The president himself had instructed him to comply with the demands of the sinister Sgt Black. His wife was one of the victims, after all, and even though he was personally affected, no one could deny the chief. He turned to an equally anxious Star-Spangled Girl.

"Don't you have any other leads you can track?"
"Your men are handling the families of the victims. Your analysts are looking into the crime scenes. I hunt bad guys. Tell me where she is and I will find her."
"We're still checking for clues, but she is good."
"I know. We've faced her before."

Leandra did not understand why Lieutenant Liberty, so strong a moment ago, had just burst into tears. She wanted to console her, hug her, kiss her, make it better. There was nothing to do.

Try as she might, Lieutenant Liberty was unable to get a grip. Perhaps it was the stress of the entire ordeal, but the cracked screen was a metaphor for how she felt. Broken. Now, because she had been clumsy, six women would die.

A crackle of static popped, and the pad turned on, with the image of Sgt Black laughing her heart out, a crack over her face. The heroine yelled in surprise and almost dropped the device, but then held onto it.

"Priceless..."

The mood broken, the heroine was able to recover her wits.

"And she saved the girl again. Celebration sex, anyone?"

Still confused by what was happening, Leandra lifted her hand in the air, but Lieutenant Liberty was refocused.

"Good. It's not over."
"Of course not. I would never deprive myself of the pleasure of your torment. But you must be wondering what to do with lovely Leandra. I have several suggestions, but you probably won't be inclined to act on them - not yet anyway. Take her for a ride on your bike, bring her to a hospital or police if you want, then get back to your bike. I'll give you more there. Don't dally at the hospital. Those lovely cuts and bruises add to the flavor of your costume."

The image closed. Lieutenant Liberty turned to Leandra.

"Can you follow?"
"Yes.... I want to thank you."
"I'm just doing my job."
"Well, still... if you ever get lonely, maybe... you and I..."

How could this girl think of sex at a time like this? It was probably a coping mechanism.

"I'm honored, flattered even, and you're a lovely young woman, but now is definitely not the time. There are other girls missing."
"Oh..."

They started to head out, bypassing the dogs and reaching the bike. They both climbed on top of it with Leandra wrapping her arms tightly under the heroine's arm, tugging at the wound at her side. The heroine grinned but said nothing. As the bike roared, Leandra spoke up.

"After, perhaps?"

Lieutenant Liberty laughed, an uncontrollable burst. Casual sex would have been so good right now, but she could not indulge. There was a mission. She drove away, not answering. She dropped Leandra at the closest hospital where orderlies came, covered her and took her inside. 

Once she vanished, she pulled out the pad and waited a full minute before Sgt Black's face returned.

"You are quite the catch, Lieutenant."
"I am not a catch. I'm a hero."
"Oh! you are at that. Your next bet is double. Two lives for the price of one."
"Where do I go?"
"Back to the Jefferson Memorial."

Light was dimming over the city. Night was rolling in. It would be harder to operate under these conditions. It didn't matter. The heroine drove off to her next destination. Inwardly, she hoped agent Turner and his team were making progress, or that her mentor was also on the case, doing things her way. As for this egg hunt, she was alone.

"She can't be fine. The medics at the hospital said she was injured, her costume torn in many places, a bandage on her flank."
"And what would you have us do, Star?"

The two were having an argument.

"She needs to stop this before she gets killed... or worse."
"Then come up with a plan that does not involve her having to chase the girls around the city."

Star-Spangled Girl paused, reflecting.

"We need to figure out how they took everyone, and where they went. There has got to be a way."

Desperation was setting in, and Star-Splangled Girl's worries only escalated with the news that her protege was injured. They needed to catch a break.

The Jefferson Memorial was quiet at this time. The visitors had mostly left, and only stragglers remained behind. Nearing the pool, parking the bike beside it, the heroine came upon a bewildering sight. How had this happened? How had no one seen it arrive?

In the middle of the pool was a strange structure, built like a balance. A central bulky square where a side mast was perfectly balanced. The scales themselves were completely even, in perfect equilibirum; there was a black structure on each scale, like a coffin of some kind. The pad turned on.

"Well, how do you like my scale of death?"
"How did you get it here?"
"Is that really the question you should be asking."
"No. What do I need to do?"
"Get closer, but don't tip the scales. Climb on the central structure."

Lieutenant Liberty waded into the water. She dove completely in. The cool water helped soothe her pains. She swam up to the structure. There were railings to help her climb. She got on, immediately noticing the booth with the camera aimed at her. On the floor was a protruding shape stepping out from a curved mound.

"What is this?"
"The scales of death... or pleasure."
"What do you expect of me?"
"The camera feed is connected directly to an online erotic website. This is called a sybian - as if I needed to introduce you to it."
"You want me to sit on it?"
"Yes, and I'll even tell you why. You see the scales are perfectly balanced, but any shift in weight will tip them. Try to save one, the other tips. There's an electrocution switch beneath the scales. If they touch the water... zap!"
"And if I sit on the sybian?"
"It will run a program that will deactivate - eventually - the electrocuton switches, allowing you to save both. And I can tip the scales remotely, if you try to cheat."

What good was it to even try something else, wondered the heroine. She had already debased herself once. This one was at least personal, even if anyone logged in on the internet could see it. It felt like a wide angle. Still... two lives. She tugged at the suit. The zipper had broken during the fight, so she tore it off. It could no longer close, but that did not matter now. She removed it completely, mindful of her injuries. She stepped forward, sitting herself down on the machine. She had a thought for Leandra, her gorgeous figure, her smiling eyes... she would have wanted her to be here. To hold her hand, to kiss her as she straddled the device.

She was alone. There was no one else to help her.

"Agent Turner, we have some sort of a feed..."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, we're tracking Lieutenant Liberty's movements across social media, and... well..."

The sound was off, but the image was very clear. There she was, Lieutenant Liberty, exposed in front of the camera, her hands holding onto bars on each side, a plastic rod inside her and the sybian, vibrating. Lieutenant Liberty was doing her best to hold in her expression of pleasure, but it was hard to do. The men just stared with amazement at the scene, unable to look away.

Star-Spangled Girl came over and saw the image. 

"Oh! Not again."

Agent Turner regained his composure.

"Turn it off. Block it."
"I can try, but there's some kind of spam. It was sent to millions of households with the link. It's already had hundreds of thousands of views."
"I don't care. Block it."

Star-Spangled Girl suddenly realized something.

"Wait? Spam?"
"Yeah. Someone e-mailed the link to everyone - even us."
"Can you track it?"
"The signal?"
"No! The spam..."

The technician realized what she was saying.

"Oh! Well, maybe..."

Agent Turner intervened.

"Then do it. And kill that feed!"

Star-Spangled Girl smiled for the first time since this horror had begun. It was hard seeing her protégé exposed like this, but perhaps this had provided the break they were looking for. She could only hope. She saw the scars and scabs on the arms, right leg and left flank. They did not look good.

For a long time, Lieutenant Liberty held out. She orgasmed once without flinching, not wanting to give her enemy the satisfaction of her submission, but the machine kept working its magic, and the second orgasm had been harder to ignore. She had grinned a lot, twisting her face in all directions. It was too much now, she wanted to give in.

"No... no... oh yes.... no, I mean."

She needed to hold on to the bars in order to keep her balance and prevent the weight from shifting to either side. More than anything, she wanted to feel soft hands racing across her body. Thoughts of her mentor sprung to mind, but Leandra was there too. The other young girl, Claudia, slipped in there unannounced.

"Please... no more... more... yes... more..."

She was over the edge. The pleasure rode her into ecstasy again, and she gave the camera the best visual she could, involuntarily, but she didn't care. The release was too intense, the reward too great. Her pussy ached from the stimulation yet she craved more. She bobbed up and down on the plastic dildo inside her as it kept on vibrating. A fourth orgasm sent her rocketing into the sky, her mouth agape with sheer satisfaction.

It all stopped instantly. The vibration, the electrocution switches, her own body. She collapsed in front of the camera, slipping off the dildo face first, unable to move for a long minute. Sgt Black's voice echoed from the device and not the pad.

"That was amazing. I came just watching you come... Millions of people just masturbated to your performance love. You're the biggest porn star in the world right now!"

Lieutenant Liberty wanted to reply a snide comment, but she was still recovering from the lows and highs. The villainess continued her speech.

"You have saved Rorita Kennedy and Marsha Helmsely, senator's wive, from certain death, and all you had to do was orgasm for the camera and really mean it. Was that so hard?"
"No more games," the heroine replied. "Tell me where you are so we can finish this... just you and me."
"Tempting but no, unless you want the remaining women to die."

Lieutenant Liberty rose to her feet. Despite her injuries, the pleasure had somehow empowered her. The camera was probably still rolling. She didn't care. As she stepped out of the booth, she noticed the police cars, ambulances,fire trucks and camera crews on site. Of course. She reached down to pick up her clothing.

"No..."

She paused. Sgt Black continued.

"Your costume is in shreds anyway. You pick up the pad and backpack, you walk up to them, you tell them to get the women out of the coffins. You get on your bike and drive away."
"Where to?"
"Back to the hospital where you left Leandra. She's been watching you too. I'll be in touch."

Lieutenant Liberty was angry again, but there was no complaining. She jumped off the structure into the water. Its cold cooled her temper. She exited the pond in nothing but her boots and visor. The rescue people were taken aback. She told them to rescue the two hostages from the scales, and she walked by. Reporters flocked to her. She pushed one back to get onto her bike. She felt hands groping her but she ignored them.

Starting her engine, she pushed into the reporters who split out from in front of her, and she rode away on the e night.

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GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME SEX, part 5

"Well?" agent Turner inquired. "Did it lead anywhere?"
"We're tracking servers as fast as we can, but whoever spammed everyone is damned good."
"We're better. Get me results."

He turned away from the screen. Besides, Lieutenant Liberty was finished, so there no longer any interest in watching. Star-Spangled Girl was checking on her protégé, in fact.

"Where is she now?" Turner asked.
"Back at the hospital. Sgt Black has her running all around town. What's her game?"
"Humiliating her?"
"Maybe. But this is very convoluted for a simple humiliation. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about."

Agent Turner did not have to ask. A lot of people had witnessed her defeat in Vegas, among others. It had made quite a storm back then.

"I'm sure there's another agenda behind this, but it's still unclear."
"We can only follow the tracks we have..."

Agent Turner returned to the computers. There was nothing more to do at that time. Lieutenant Liberty was still on her own, but her track record today for saves was 5 in 0. Could she score a perfect game, or would she falter along the way?

The bike stopped at the entrance to the hospital emergency ward. Fuel was low. Still stark naked except for her visor and boots, Lieutenant Liberty stepped off the bike. The hum of the engine on her exposed pussy, the vibration of the bike after being submitted to mind-blowing orgasms on a sybian had kept her at an heightened excitement level. The seat was moist from her juices, still flowing between her legs. She pulled the pad out and waited for the next set of instructions. She waited a good ten minutes, but nothing came on. Some paramedics walked by her, sneering at her figure, whistling. She ignored them.

Sgt Black had mentioned Leandra : perhaps she needed to go back to her. With a brisk pace, she entered the hospital. It was packed with everyone from older people to children. Her entrance took everyone by surprise; many parents hid their child's eyes as she walked past but stared at her all the same. Of course, they might have also been starring because of the various injuries on her body. She walked up to the counter, where an elderly woman was trying to reach into her purse. The nurse at the back saw the naked masked woman walking up, noticed the bruises, spoke past the elderly woman.

"Oh my... you're the lieutenant... you were on the news... Are you hurt?"

Somehow, it bothered the heroine to cut in line. The elderly was turning around to see who was being treated before her. Her face was at chest level, so she got a great view of something she did not expect.

"I'm fine. I brought a girl in earlier. Leandra Court. What room is she in?"
"Let me check."

The older winked looked up at the heroine and winked her, pinching her nipple. Lieutenant Liberty cringed.

"In my day, if we wanted some cheap sex, that's how we did it. You'd be amazed at all the tail I got, standing naked in my yard..."

The elder lady's confession totally threw the heroine off her game. She stared, bewildered, yet the old lady continued her story.

"Used to be I could get fucked morning, noon and night by three random strangers... good times.."

The nurse came to her rescue.

"She's in 105, down the hall."
"Thank you..."

Lieutenant Liberty stormed away, everybody's gaze following her luscious ass as she left. The nurse did not have the courage to tell her that the video of her humiliation had played in the waiting room - no sound - less than thirty minutes before. What good would it do?

The heroine made her way into the room and entered without knocking. Dressed in a hospital gown open in the back, Leandra jumped when the door entered. An orderly was checking her vitals. He shrieked.

"Why are you here? You're..."
"Yes. Leave, please. I need to speak with her, alone..."

Stunned as he was, he did not fight back when she pushed him out of the room. Since the door could not be locked, she moved a chair under the handle, then closed the drapes to get some privacy. As she finished, Leandra spoke up.

"I saw you..."
"What?"
"On the television... sitting on the... sex thing. I saw you come. It was... beautiful."

Lieutenant Liberty blushed.

"uh... thanks... uh..."
"I was hoping I could make you have that face again."

Lieutenant Liberty felt a wave of passion rise up in her, but this was neither the time nor the place. Or was it? Was that the next test?

"Leandra, what is going on? Did someone put you up to this?"
"What? To what?"
"Turning me on... god you're pretty."

It was Leandra's turn to blush. Leandra lowered the gown, exposing herself. Sexual drive took over for a moment. Lieutenant Liberty raced up to the girl she had rescued, not two hours ago, planting a deep kiss on her lips, groping her breasts. Leandra moaned. Pushing her back onto the bed, Lieutenant Liberty climbed on top of her, her wandering hand caressing anywhere she reached. Leandra returned the favor.

Before things could really ignite, the pad beeped once. Twice. Three times. Lieutenant Liberty groaned in anger, pulling herself off Leandra and reaching into the bag. She was so hot and bothered, she felt like exploding again. And on the screen, Sgt Black's face, her sleek red hair, her stylish sunglasses, that little dip in her chin, her full lips....

"Having fun?"
"Screw you."
"Not me. Not yet.. Did Leandra tell you how she touched herself while you were performing for our benefit?"

She looked at Leandra, who shied away from her gaze.

"No, but that doesn't matter. What's my next assignment, sargeant?"
"A consumate professional. I'll be nice, really nice in fact. It's a three-for-one, this time."
"Let me guess. I have to face wild dogs while being pleasured by a vibrator attached to my pussy?"
"That would have been a good idea actually... I'll keep it for another time."

Lieutenant Liberty regretted her sarcasm. Sgt Black continued.

"I want you to kiss Leandra first, tell her you'll be fine, and you'll be back for her."

It was not even a challenge. It was all true. She turned to Leandra.

"I really, really, want to continue this," the heroine said.
"So do I... so much..."
"So I will be back, once this crisis is settled, the other girls are safe, and we'll... have a date?"

Leandra eye's brightened as tears of joy rolled down her cheeks.

"A date? With... Lieutenant Liberty? Me?"
"Yes."

Leandra kissed first, but the heroine was happy to respond in kind. Without another word, she pulled the chair from the door, opening it. There were five people, all medical staff, hanging slouched by the door. She turned to the nurse in charge.

"Make sure nothing happens to her."

She nodded, unable to speak up. With the same brisk pace as she had entered the hospital, she stormed out, drawing as many stares on the way out. She heard, over the pad, the giggle of her enemy. She got to her bike and stared into the screen.

"That was so sweet what you said in there. I'm almost tempted to let you go on your date, right now..."
"Let's just finish this."
"Tired much?"

Lieutenant Liberty did not answer.

"Ditch the bike. It should be on empty now, anyway, or almost. Take any random car in the parking lot. Break down a window if you have to. I know you can hotwire a car..."

The bike, Lieutenant Liberty knew, was the only sure way agent Turner and his team were tracking her. Without it, she was truly on her own. Sgt Black knew this. But she had gone this far. There was no reason to quit now. She was winning, despite the trials. Five girls saved, and one even... a date, maybe? It was all too sudden for her to really grasp what it all meant to her. Focus on the save, worry about the rest later.

She made her way into the parking lot. Using her elbow, she shattered the glass on the driver's side. Luckily, it broke into small fragments, so she didn't cut herself any further tearing away the shattered glass sheet. She wiped the smaller glass fragments from the seat itself, not willing to set her ass down on broken glass. She sat in, then leaned under the dashboard to pull out the wires. Within moments, the car's engine was running. She closed the door.

"I'm in."
"Wonderful. You should do your crimefighting naked always. You're very good when you've got nothing to hide, nothing to lose."
"Where to?" the heroine plainly asked, not in a playful mood.
"Why can't you smile a little bit more? Aren't you anxious to see me? I'm so close now..."

Instinctively, Lieutenant Liberty looked in the back seat. No one there. She put the car in drive.

"Where to?" she insisted.
"Take the highway, sourpuss. Head north. I'll tell you which exit to take."

She put on the gas and drove out of the parking lot like a woman possessed.

"Agent Turner! I think I got something..."

The veteran team leader raced to his technician.

"About what?"
"Tracking the spam. I think we've located the source. It's coming from inside the Pentagon itself?"
"That can't be right? We sent it?"
"That's what it says."
"Which office?"
"476-890.... that's officer Michael Barrow."

Agent Turner turned to Star-Spangled Girl. She jumped up and raced into the hall, heading for the office in question. She made it in only moments, kicking down the door. As she entered, she saw the officer in question, sitting at his desk, eyes in tears.

"Officer! Stand down."
"It's no good," he stammered. "They took her... I had no choice."
"They took who?"
"My daughter. She's barely fifteen... They said they would hurt her... rape her... if I didn't send that e-mail. They sent me a picture."

Star-Spangled Girl bent over the desk, and saw the picture in question. The teenage girl was strapped to a chair, in black lingerie, a gun pointed at her head.

"They should have released her by now. That's what they said they'd do once everyone saw Lieutenant Liberty come on camera..."
"It's not over. She may still be alive."

Here was the heroine, ready to pounce on the villain, when the villain was simply another victim of this trap. But there had to be more.

"How did they contact you?"
"Gave me a phone..."

He handed it to her. She took it, then she grabbed his attention.

"If there's a chance to save her, I will. I swear."

He smiled. She ran out of the room back to agent Turner with the phone. Perhaps its incoming calls could be tracked. Perhaps there was a chance. The alternative was unthinkable.

After forty-five minutes on the highway, Lieutenant Liberty turned into the exit mentionned by the villainess. It led into a dark part of the suburbs, practically abandoned. She stopped at the abandoned inn, 'The Lonely Traveler' it was called and stepped ouf of the vehicle. It was an old-style motel, ground floor only, with a manager's desk at the end. The cracked screen lit up once more, Sgt Black was smiling.

"You made it. Good time too."
"I'm here."
"I've been fair so far, and you've played by the rules. Let's see if this lasts."
"Stop with the... words..."

Sgt Black laughed. Lieutenant Liberty was clearly tired from her ordeal, exhausted as much from the pain and the sexual pleasure than from the emotional rollercoaster she was on.

"There are fifteen rooms in this hotel. There are three hostages inside the rooms. You can only open five doors before the building blows up."
"That's it? Open the right doors or we all die?"
"Well, to be fair, only the beds they're on will blow up. There is one more catch. You have fifteen minutes before the goons holding them there start raping them. Good luck."

The screen went dark again. Lieutenant Liberty set her face in her hands for a long moment, unable to breathe. Three victims. Three rapists. Fifteen doors. Five tries. Her mind could not wrap itself around the numbers, as simple as they might be.

"There has to be a clue..."

She headed for the manager's office, trusting her instinct. As she entered, pushing the door open, some kind of catapult showered her in white powdered dust and vinegar. It got in her eyes and in her wounds. She shrieked. She was incredibly resilient to pain, but they were pushing her to her limit. She walked up to the registry which was still there, fairly new. There was an occupancy list. So obvious. Rooms 5, 8 and 14 were all occupied, registered as couples. She even saw the names of the victims : Janie Gallagher, Flora Gray, Korie Marshall, all accompanied by +1s.

She exited the office and headed for the closest door, number 5. Since she knew there would be a bad guy inside, she didn't bother with the door. She picked up a trash can and threw it into the window. There were muffled shrieks from inside, and a loud scream from a man. Using the confusion, she ran back to the door and kicked it in.

The blue soldier inside was ready, but he was still surprised by her agression. On the bed, a woman in her forties was tied up to the bedposts, naked, her body glistening with sweat in the harsh light of the room. The blue soldier, armed with a stun stick, took a swipe at the heroine, but Lieutenant Liberty, hopped up on adrenaline, avoided the hit, and jumpkicked him square in the jaw, sending him reeling. He collapsed to the floor in a loud thump. Lieutenant Liberty turned to the hostage, bending to tear off the ropes at her feet. Pulling on it sufficed. A panicked look on the hostage's face gave a a last minute warning to the heroine, who managed to narrowly avoid her opponent, dazed but not out. The blue soldier missed his mark; with three hooks, Lieutenant Liberty put him down. She released the ropes tying the victim's hands.

"Flora Gray, right?"
"Yes. Thank you. He was going to rape me."
"I know. He's down. Get to the manager's office. Wait there. There are other victims."
"I know, there were three of us."
"I'll save them."

Flora did not argue anything; she ran out and mad her way inside the office. One down, thought Lieutenant Liberty. She walked out, still woozy from the exertion, heading to number 8. This time, she simply kicked down the door. The commotion in the other room had, of course, warned the blue soldier and he was ready. He had retreated to the far edge of the room, his stun stick raised. On the bed was a woman in her sixties in the same predicament as the previous one. Lieutenant Liberty readied her defence as she advanced. The blue soldier eventually lunged at her; she avoided the stick but failed to connect with her fist on the return strike. Another close stun stick miss forced the heroine to back up. The enemy pressed forward. They danced around the room, not hitting each other, going around the bed to the other side, near the window.

Lieutenant Liberty tried a bold move. She leapt into the enemy's path, exposing herself to his weapon, but putting all her might into the swing. The stun stick connected with her injured side. This time, she yelled in pain, partly for it and partly for focus' sake. Her punch connected with the villain's shoulder, missing its mark by so little. She collapsed on the floor and before she could rise, the villain shocked her again. She fought off the worst of it, attempting to stand.

The blue soldier then lifted her off her feet, into the air, and through the window. The crack of the window was not nearly as bad as the shards of glass shattering around her, cutting open her exposed skin, drawing more blood. She collapsed into the parking lot, shaking as much from the shocks as from the impact and cuts. The blue soldier stepped out, sneering.

"Congratulations, Lieutenant Slut..."

She barely had the energy to lift her head and stare at him.

"You saved Korie Marshall from getting raped... That's the deal. You found her in time, she's safe..."

She smiled without realizing why.

"But there's also some very bad news for you..."

The blue soldier picked her up, punching her in the gut repeatedly. She coughed out blood. He put her on his shoulder and headed motel...

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GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME SEX, part 6

The blue soldier pushed open the door to room 14. It wasn't even locked. Inside the room was another blue soldier. He looked at the defeated heroine and his comrade.

"So you took her out."
"She gave a good fight. Sgt Black said she would. She took out Dave."
"No shit. Dave's tough."
"Yeah. Well, if he wakes up, we'll see if he wants to join this little party."

On the bed, the last of three victims was tied up in a similar fashion, spread-eagled. Janie Gallagher, barely eighteen, daughter of senator Riley Gallagher. Had she been entertaining any hope of rescue, seeing the defeated heroine ended it right there. Sgt Black's voice came over some kind of speaker.

"Well, she did much better than I even dreamed of. You know the drill, soldiers. Carry out your assignments."

Despite still being aware of her surroundings, Lieutenant Liberty was now too battered up to fight back. Using strong rope, one of the blue soldiers secured her arms behind her back in a shibari-style noose, wrapping the rope around her breasts at the same time. They took off her visor but left her boots on. The soldiers then lifted her off the ground, tilting her forward, placing her face near Janie's crotch. The helpless victim squealed through her gag.

"Shut up!” one of the captors said to the senator’s daughter. “ You might actually enjoy this!"

One of the blue soldiers tazed Lieutenant Liberty's ass with the stun stick. She shook from it, still very much awake and aware despite her inability to fight back.

"So here's the deal, hero girl. Me and my friend are going to get some pussy, regardless of who it is. Now, if we don't have access to the senator's daughter snatch because it's... otherwise engaged... we'll find an alternate pussy."

Despite her weakened state, Lieutenant Liberty understood everything, especially considering where she knew her head was. She spoke up.

"Don't touch her."
"No. That's not our job."

Reluctantly, the heroine pulled herself up to the moist pussy in front of her.

"I'm sorry, Janie, but this is for the best..."

She kissed the moist lips. Janie squealed, struggling against the pleasure. How good she tasted, thought the heroine, immediately ashamed of her reaction. But this was to prevent the blue soldiers from doing more. She went at it slowly, lapping up the shaven pussy, hoping Janie would at least understand why she had to do it, if not enjoy it.

"Damn! She's fucking hot down there... Dripping."

The blue soldier who had taken her down unzipped his own costume. It dropped to his waist, revealing a well-built physique covered in scars. He bent down to his knees, inspecting the heroine's pussy, then started rubbing it with his finger. His touch returned the sensation of pleasure she had experienced not too long ago.

"Man, she's so waiting to get it."

She wanted to say no. She wanted to tell him to stop. But she also wanted it badly. Nudity. Groping. Blowjobs. The sybian. Leandra. Eating pussy. It all coalesced to this moment. She said nothing, focusing on Janie.

The blue soldier dropped his pants down to his ankles, pulling down his underwear. He was very ready for her, but he still knelt in and started eating her out in turn. She moaned inside Janie's own pussy, which in turn made Janie moan even further through the gag. The blue soldier swirled his tongue around, arousing the heroine to no end, until she finally broke character.

"Oh please put it in..."

It was all she had to do. He raised himself and slid into her. She moaned even louder, which made Janie squirm even more as she focused harder on her. The guard pumped in, back and forth repeatedly, keeping a steady pace, following orders. Sgt Black wanted her teased until she begged for it, and then pleasured until she could take no more. As he was pounding away, the guard Lieutenant Liberty had previously dispatched came waddling in, still dazed.

"You got her. Good... I want my turn."

The other guard, the one not occupied, replied.

"You'll get your turn. Sloppy thirds."
"I'll get her ass."
"That's not the plan. Stick with the plan or you're dead..."
"FIne."

Despite the situation, Janie was in heaven. She was a virgin, so she had never known anything like this. Feeling the heroine's lips on her pussy was the best sensation in the world, and she wanted more. More. As for Lieutenant Liberty, she reveled in the sexual degradation she was being submitted to. Her defiant stance had completely eroded. She was defeated, dominated, fucked, and she enjoyed every second of it, every thrust bringing her closer to the orgasm she craved.

"I'm gonna come... oh god. I'm gonna come in her pussy..."

Come he did, splattering her insides with his seed. It was heaven for him, releasing all of it inside her. Even after he was done, he kept pumping for another minute, giving her as much as he could before he could no longer keep at it. He pulled out, falling on his ass.

"Man... she's the best fuck ever."

His compatriot did not have to ask anymore. He was already stripping. He took out a condom, slipping it on.

"What for, man?"
"I don't want your jizz on my dick."
"Fine... whatever."

Taking his place behind her, he slid into her dripping hole.

"Best fit ever..."

He proceeded to ram her with force. It was all the heroine could do to keep her head between Janie's legs. The third soldier who had not yet gotten his turn was watching Janie's convulsing face.

"Can I take off her gag?"
"Why not?" replied the one who had already gone.

He moved up to her, and pulled out the gag. Saliva flowed out of her mouth as she could finally scream her pleasure.

"Oh sweet Jesus almighty, eat my fucking pussy, you fucking hero girl!"

It was all the soldier plunged deep inside Lieutenant Liberty could do not to shoot his load instantly inside her. He pulled out, tearing the condom off, and started jerking himself right above her. He shot his load across her back in a loud groan.

"Take that, Lieutenant slut face..."

He had stopped short of providing the heroine with more pleasure, so she started pleading a moment.

"No... don't stop. More."

The third soldier did not need any further invitation. She had kicked his head in. He was going to ram her good. His two accomplices were both drained from the effort, barely looking at him. He slid into her pussy, uncaring for anything else that might have been in there before, getting his dick all wet with anticipation. Mindful of his partners, he pulled out and aimed for her asshole. It was harder to slide it in; since he didn't want his colleagues to notice, he leaned further in, covering what he was doing as best as he could. He pushed in for a moment, until it finally slid in, all the way, in one slippery swipe. Lieutenant Liberty moaned with delight, completely overcome by the sensations around her.

"Yes!" he screamed.

His allies looked at him, but unless they got in close, it was impossible for them to notice his disobeying an order. He was determined to shoot his load in there, so he rushed the speed of his thrusts to get him there faster. He was close. So close....

"Oh yeah! Fuck my ass. Fuck it good."

Her words took him by surprise, but mostly drew the gaze from his colleagues. They stared at him, bewildered. The sudden shift in motion was enough to send him spilling his load into her, like he had intended. She orgasmed with him as he pumped every single drop into her ass. He remained there afterwards for a whole minute, thrust as deep as he could, until it popped him out.

Janie was shaking all over from her own pleasure. Lieutenant Liberty, drained and satisfied beyond belief, crawled up on top of the girl until they were face-to-face, and kissed her passionately. Juices flowed from both her openings, spoiling the bed and leaking onto Janie's own pussy.

"Damn it, man. You want to get yourself killed? The boss'll throw a fit."
"She won't know if you don't tell her."

Sgt Black's voice echoed into the room.

"Oh! But I know, you dirty soldier. I was watching the whole time, watching and playing with myself, and you go and spoil my spectacle, spoil my spot... Her ass was mine."
"I'm sorry, ma'am."

The blue soldier feared for his life.

"It doesn't matter now. Get dressed, pick her up and bring her to me, spoiled no further."
"And the other girls?"
"Leave her. The rescue units will get them out safe."

The blue soldiers obliged. They knew better than to defy their leader any further. The soldier who had broken the rule was not out of the woods yet, but he knew that the only way to avoid being killed was to comply with any punishment she may have in store for him.

They picked up Lieutenant Liberty while she was still kissing Janie.

"Hey! We're not done!" screamed the victim.
"Relax... you're done. But I'll tell her to call you. She's into that sort of shit."

They walked out into the parking lot, leaving Janie behind, satisfied but resenting that her first time, so amazing, had been cut short.

Agent Turner paced furiously around the room, even moreso than before. Star-Spangled Girl stood tall, her hands on her thighs, hoping  the phone would reveal something.

"They tried to disable its systems, but I can get some data off of it. Serial number."

The technician was running a search.

"It's a burner phone from a raid that was made by the DEA a few months ago. So someone had access to it. There are other phones missing from that batch. Maybe I can ping one."

The tension was palpable.

"I think I have one... but... that doesn't make any sense."
"Where is it?"

The technician showed it to agent Turner on the map. He stared at the location with disbelief; Star-Spangled Girl had the same reaction.

"But that's... that's..."

They knew where she was. It all made sense, twisted tragic sense. Star-Spangled Girl raced out of the office, running to save her friend from a fate worse than death.

Lieutenant Liberty woke up. She had passed out right after the men had picked her up. She felt strange, dizzy. There was no more pain. Her visor was back on. She steadied herself, realizing she was on a leather couch. It stuck to her naked skin as she rose up. Most of the bruises were healing now. She could still feel the itch on her side though. As she opened her eyes to look around, she froze. 

All around the room, there were blue soldiers. At least thirty of them. Sitting across from her, on a couch very similar to hers, was Sgt Black, a coy smile on her lips, a gun in her hand. She knew this room. She knew it too well. She looked to her left. There was the desk, the one where the blue soldier had violated her, several months ago. It was happening again. She held back the tears. But something was different. There was a figure on the desk, a woman, dark-skinned, knees up, legs apart, strapped down with rope and gagged.

"How did you do this?" she finally asked the villainess.
"Trade secret, but I assure you, this is the real deal. My men control all exits. Security knows we're here. They even have cameras on us. So do I."
"What's your game?"
"My dear, is it not obvious? This is where I defeated you, months ago, and I'm going to do it again. You were so charming entertaining my men, and the senator's daughter. Miss Gallagher asked for your number, but I didn't tell her."

Lieutenant Liberty was about to pounce on her, but Sgt Black raised her gun.

"Easy, tigress... I'm not your objective here."

Lieutenant Liberty quieted down. Sgt Black pointed to the desk.

"You see the lady over there. Oh. I'm sorry, I meant... the First Lady over there."

Lieutenant Liberty stood up. It was her, strapped to the desk. The heroine raced up to her. Sgt Black did not stop her. She simply got up and walked up to the scene. The First Lady was in her early fifties but still very pretty. She had had some work done on her breasts and face, only slight alterations. One could see what the president saw in her still. And she was bound to the desk, stripped naked, and ready for plundering.

"Set her free."
"No. And here's why."

She motioned to a blue soldier, who tossed an item to her. She held it for the heroine to see. It was obviously a strap-on dildo.

"No!"
"Yes. You are going to fuck the president's wife... or I kice."

End of part 6
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GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME SEX, part 7

"No! No way!"
"Why not? You've done everything else?"

It was a staredown, the final match between Lieutenant Liberty and her nemesis. The odds were extreme. The First lady's life would be spared if Lieutenant Liberty took the strap-on and fucked her with it, with people watching. Thirty or so armed blue soldiers.

"I want to talk to her..."
"No deal. The gag stays on."
"Fine..."

Lieutenant Liberty turned to the First lady, her face transfixed with terror.

"Ma'am... are you aware of what is being asked of me?"

The First Lady could only nod in agreement.

"If I do this, it will humiliate us both... the consequences... Do you want me to do it?"

Sgt Black smiled as she saw the heroine struggle to get consent from the panicked woman. How utterly predictable, yet delectable at the same time.

"If I don't... she may kill you."

The First Lady nodded in agreement again. The heroine reached in and took the strap-on, slipping it on. It was big, bigger than she would have liked it to be.

"I'm amazed at your dedication," Sgt Black said, "or is it simply because you're a slut..."

Lieutenant Liberty ignored her. She placed a finger near the First lady's pussy, to see how damp it was. It was clearly not there yet. She turned to her.

"If I put it in you now, it will hurt. A lot. I need to get you wet... down there..."

Again, the sobbing First Lady gave an approving nod. Caressing the woman's pussy with her finger slowly, she made circular motions. The First Lady seemed to approve as she moaned through her gag. Sgt Black looked up at the security cameras.

"A consumate professional to a fault. She missed her calling. She should have been a prostitute. Or maybe she is."

The stress was extreme. It was hard for Lieutenant Liberty to focus on what she was doing with everyone around her, and there was little reaction with the First Lady's pussy. She got down on her knees, planting a kiss on it. The First Lady squirmed.

"This will be easier like this..." she whispered, both to herself and the First Lady. She lapped up the edges of her lips, teasing her clitoris with her tongue. The First Lady was clearly overtaken by the sensation. Finally, moistness was starting to form. Not enough yet, the heroine thought, so she kept at it.

Sgt Black walked up to one of the blue soldiers, handing him her gun. She turned to another and pulled out a second strap-on.

"Now boys, enjoy the show, but keep those doors sealed."

She unclasped her top, unzipping it all the way down to her crotch. It was a one-piece suit. She slid it off, keeping her high-heeled black boots on, and nothing else. Her body was a chiseled marvel, artificially rebuilt, perfect in every curve. Her voluptuous breasts bounced exactly the right amount. It was rare for her to expose herself like this. She slid on the strap-on over her exposed bottom, fastening it securely. With her head down, Lieutenant Liberty did not notice what was happening.

The First Lady was about to experience an oral orgasm. Knowing how bad it felt when someone stopped mid-way, the heroine decided to give her what she craved. She buried her face deep, kissing, licking, making noises. The First Lady was on the verge. That was when Sgt Black came around and removed the gag, allowing the woman to scream at the top of her lungs, spitting saliva as she did.

"Oh! Mother of... Liberty, eat me up so good... I'm cooominng...!"

The First Lady squirted in the heroine's face. She pulled away out of reflex; her visor prevented any fluid from reaching her eyes. The First Lady was in the throes of pleasure for a moment. Sgt Black put the ball gag back in, then applauded as the heroine returned to her feet, noticing a very naked and sexy enemy across the desk. Sgt Black's curves were sensual, yet athletic. She caressed the black dildo attached to the strap-on. Lieutenant Liberty stared at it with desire.

"You want it..."
"Yes..."

The word slipped out, without even a second thought. Sgt Black advanced towards Lieutenant Liberty, planting a wet kiss on her mouth. The tongues intertwined, the bodies embraced, then the villainess pushed the heroine to her knees again.

"Suck it!"

There was no hesitation. It went in all the way into the heroine's mouth, as she spread all her saliva on it, eager for it to do its work. Sgt Black's face contorted with pleasure over her domination and humiliation of Lieutenant Liberty. She pulled her away after about a minute, bringing her back up and kissing her passionately before turning her around.

"You want to fuck the First Lady, right?"
"Yes."
"And you want me to fuck you at the same time?"
"Yes, please..."

It did not take more than that. Black positioned the heroine's strap-on, then thrust her inside the First Lady, now eager for the penetration. She let out a clear moan through the gag. Before the heroine could start thrusting, Sgt Black eased her way into the opening under the harness, and slid her own device into Lieutenant Liberty's awaiting hole. Sgt Black controlled the rhythm as the three woman swayed back and forth on the president's desk.

The last time she had been fucked in this room, Lieutenant Liberty had resisted all the way, only screaming out the pleasure in the last throes. Now, she was indulging in the debauchery and shame, dependent on the villainess for pleasure and fulfillment. The two enemies tilted their heads and kissed passionately. Black took hold of Liberty's mounds and kneaded them as she plowed into her.

"More!"

The First Lady herself was already gone. Her first orgasm had drained all of her will. She was merely a moaning, sexually charged puppet for the heroine and villain to do as they wanted.

"Say my name," the villainess said.
"Black... fuck me Black."
"Say you love me."
"I love you so much. I love your cock."
"You want it in your ass?"
"Oh yes! Please. My ass."

Sgt Black giggled as she pulled out. Already wet from the juices, it was not hard for her to slide the device into the right hole, once she positioned herself. The swaying and pounding resumed.

"Take off her gag!"

The heroine reached down, pulling at the gag until it came loose. The First Lady screamed of pleasure, emulated by the heroine. Even Sgt Black, her own clit rubbing against the edge of her harness, felt the surge overtake her. They came in unison, like one woman, all wrapped in each other.

"Oh! Liberty! Oh! You're the best fuck ever..."

Sgt Black kept pounding for several minutes more, returning to the heroine's pussy, providing even more satisfaction to the two women under her power. She drove them back up and down again, providing herself with the entertainment and ecstasy she also craved.

Sound of gunfire from the hall interrupted what she was doing.

"Ah! Well... another time, sweet girl."

She pulled out. The heroine collapsed on the side of the desk, sliding out of the First Lady.

"No... don't go. More."
"I'd like that, but sex and guns don't mix... too well."

One of the blue soldiers had picked up Sgt Black's clothing. He handed it to her.

ETA thirty seconds, said the voice inside Sgt Black's head.

"I have to run, but this has been the best time of my life. I'll be in touch, sweet ass, and we'll do this again. Maybe involve more men next time... I'm not sure. I'll check my options."

With the rush of pleasure dwindling down, Lieutenant Liberty looked up at her enemy, her defiance returning.

"Never... again."
"They always say that," laughed the villainess

The window to the office exploded outward. There was a vehicle, the same that had kidnapped the president's wife earlier, hovering outside. The blue soldiers all started jumping out, grabbing hold of the chains waiting for them. Sgt Black did the same, looking back at her conquest and victory.

The secret service burst upon the scene a moment later, accompanied with military personel, finding the First Lady and her would-be savior in their humiliating situation.

*** EPILOGUE I ***

Agent Turner and Star-Spangled Girl were sitting in his office. They were still very distraught by the entire affair. Yes, Lieutenant Liberty had managed to save all of the kidnapped victims, but she had been forced to rape two of them in the process. Of course, since everything had been done under duress, there would be no charges. Senator Gallagher was furious. Both Turner and the heroine knew he could not understand why Lieutenant Liberty had chosen to violate his virgin daughter herself instead of letting the men take turns with her. As far as he thought, she was a criminal.

The entire incident with the First Lady had also been broadcast over the internet, although that feed had reached only about a thousand households before it was cut. But there was an unedited version now available on many porn sites. The secret service technicians were tracking it down.

"And how is our very own Lieutenant?" inquired Turner.
"Better. She broke. Even worse than before. I can't say I blame her. I don't think I would have done any better."
"We have to count our blessings. No one was harmed, the president's wife is recovering, and the president is still on our side... it could have been much worse."

Star-Spangled Girl was worried though.

"This kind of operation... I understand hiring the blue soldiers. They're cheap, efficient, don't ask questions. But that craft... we have no idea where it went or even what it is. It's way beyond what Sgt Black normally uses. I think she was sponsored."
"It would make sense. But who would sponsor her revenge?"
"Someone else who was seeking revenge? And that's the other thing... she won. The first time. This time too. Why would she want revenge?"

Turner was puzzled by that as well. Star-Spangled Girl dismissed the question for the moment.

"I just hope my protégé survives this humiliation too."

They both looked at her shield, still in the corner of the office. She would reclaim it later. Right now, she was meeting with the president to explain all that had transpired, and all her actions. They would not have wanted to be in the oval office with her right now.

*** EPILOGUE II ***

The president looked down on his desk as he pumped his way to completion. His black dick was thrusting inside that white pussy like there was no tomorrow. Looking up, he saw the exposed skin of his wife. He caressed her back and she looked to him, cupping her breasts as the mouth against her pussy drove her to ecstasy. Unable to hold it in anymore, he shot his load into the girl's tender loins, groaning hard as she did. His wife yelled in sync as she too climaxed, driven to the edge by the expert tongue under her.

Fully satisfied, the president pulled out, and his wife got off the desk. Lieutenant Liberty was sweating profusely, still not entirely recovered from the ordeal. But this... this was perfect. A perfect way for her to atone for what she had done to the First Lady. It was their idea - the both of them, and she had only been too pleased to provide.

The president collapsed in his chair. He turned to his wife, who went around the desk and sat on his knee. They looked at the Lieutenant's perfect body, her pussy dripping with presidential juices.

"We should do this more often, Rochelle..."
"I agree."

Lieutenant Liberty lifted her head up.

"Sir... I mean.. we said it would be one-time only."
"Yes... That's what I said."

The heroine slouched her head back. How much more sex could she endure? She had a date later with Leandra, and she was certain things would get hot and bothered again, and this time, there would no interruptions. She craved it so much now. Perhaps the president was right. Perhaps they should make this a regular affair...

*** EPILOGUE III ***

Inside the Gallagher mansion, Riley, the senator was pacing around the room, talking on the phone.

"That's right! An injunction to prevent that bitch who deflowered my daughter from fighting crime in the city!"

There was a long pause.

"What do you mean I don't the pull? Do you know who I fucking am? I'm Riley fucking Gallagher, for fuck's sake!"

His yelling was heard all across the mansion, up to the large bedroom of his daughter, Janie. She had torn down all of her boyband posters as soon as she had returned from hospital. She had gone onto the computer, printing every single naked picture of Lieutenant Liberty she could find, and plastering them across the walls. Then, she had locked the door, and had masturbated to the heroine's shape without stopping for hours on straight. She was now resting on her bed, naked, still caressing her sore pussy, still craving more.

"God... I must have her... She's mine. I want to fuck her so bad..."

She had seen the videos of her various performances now, and she had been quite pleased with everything. That gorgeous threesome with the First lady and the evil lady who had kidnapped her. She would have to thank for the experience, if they ever met. She was ready to play with herself again, when a draft came into the room. She rose on her elbows and saw a man, standing at her balcony. He wore a dark-blue suit and pants, shoes, and wore a faceless silvery mask, with slits for the eyes and mouth.

She was about to scream when he spoke.

"Hello, Janie. Do not be alarmed. I will not hurt you."
"What do you want? Who are you?"

He smiled through the mask. How could she feel it? She was covering herself up. He looked away, as if to give her some intimacy. She reached behind her and wrapped a pillow to cover herself.

"I am sorry to to intrude, but after what I saw... what I know... I wish to help you."

He looked around the room at the pictures on her wall.

"Yeah... Her. She's my first. I want her..."

Again, that smile. How did he do that?

"I can help. I am called... the Facilitator."

Oddly enough, she trusted him. Yes, he could help her. Of that, she was sure. Her grin turned to an evil stted laughing wildly.
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THE END... for now.