Super Abductors

 


US Angel takes a deep breath and nods to her agent... "I'm ready..." Agent Orange grins and wonders if she really is... knowing this network crossover between DDSTV's show US Angel... and KRUPT's hit reality show Super Abductors... has already made him a rich man up front... and, with his guaranteed percentage, will only make him richer with every additional viewer who tunes in to watch...

US Angel hops in the speedboat and approaches the island on which Super Abductors is centered... the island being the processing point between the show's abductions... and its deliveries... Angel having agreed to appear on the show... she hopes as a way of shutting it down... since the release forms the abductees sign for the chance of getting rich quick... make everything perfectly legal...

The Abductors offering a million-dollar payout for anyone who escapes their clutches... but nobody ever does... the small print on their contracts allowing them to kidnap with impunity... broadcasting the trials of their abductees for rave ratings... a chill running down your spine as you think over the contract you signed to appear on the show... “You are about to see a very special joint episode of Super Abductors, guest starring US Angel. All the action is real and unrehearsed. Will US Angel put an end to the abductions? Or will the Super Abductors put an end to US Angel? Stay tuned to see what happens when a television superheroine attempts to stop real slavers.”

US Angel maneuvers the boat quietly... as a DDSTV hovercam follows her silently... beneath an overhanging rock cliff... the only part of the island not well-guarded... since it seems inaccessible... she shoots a line out of her staff... the pinion lodging on the underside of the cliff's point... she climbs hand over hand... bulging arms inside white leotard flexing... shimmering stout legs pointed in a V...

The camera getting a good view from below as you pull yourself up one hand at a time... finally reaching the rock cliff... and clambering up on top... crouching down behind a large rock to get a good look at the setup on the island... where victims are brought in chains... given treatment they certainly didn't think possible when signing the forms... and then packaged in a variety of humiliating ways for shipping...

US Angel clutches her staff and forms a plan of attack... she needs to get inside without attracting attention if possible... then apprehend the ringleaders before they know what hit them... she notes there is only one guard near the backdoor to the compound... ducking down as this lone sentry in an orange jumpsuit walks her way... her ponytail swishing behind...

The sentry catching a glimpse of ponytail... blinking at the rock for a moment... "What was that..." Reaching for his radio... then thinking better of it... "Probably just a bird... nothing could get up this cliff..." Turning to move back down the track... leaving you crouched behind the cliff...

US Angel exhales in relief as she overhears him talking to himself... waiting a moment before slinking out... running in a crouch... footies padding softly on the rocky ground... shimmering legs flexing as she leaps from behind... her red white and blue staff flashing around in an arc... aimed at the back of the man's neck...

The staff making contact... bringing the man down... in a crumpled heap... unable to get to either the radio or the taser gun he keeps at his belt... out for the count...

US Angel nods to herself confidently as she poses over the guard for the hovercam... then bounces toward the now unguarded door... pausing to listen for a moment... before trying the handle to open it a crack to peer inside...

Your eyes widening as you see the inside... three girls... beautiful models by the look... locked into metal frames... naked and gagged... posed in brutal stretched X positions... and being hosed down with cold water by a trio of guards... who take the time to grope and toy with their captives for their own hovercams...

US Angel sees no sign of the men thought to be behind the operation... but she can search no further without taking out these guards first... fortunately they are not expecting any interference... and the sound of the high-pressure stream whacking against bare flesh... the cries of the victims... not to mention their other distracting charms... make getting behind the guards easy...

The guards only noticing your presence too late... one fumbling for his taser... the others trying to drench you with the water guns... and send you off your feet with those... but none of them moving fast enough to deny you the first hit... staff spinning...

US Angel leaps into the air... aiming to whack one guard... and then another... with her spinning staff... as her churning stout legs walk kicks up the chest of the third... finally hammering away at chin and cheek... even as the water streams splash together where she stood an instant before...

The staff smashing home... dropping one guard... then two... your kicks sending the third arcing back through the air to crash down in a puddle... landing to pose for your hovercam... then blinking... that's not your hovercam... and there's a red light blinking on it now...

US Angel gives the KRUPT hovercam a wan smile... their hovercams like hers are there only to film... not inform... gasping in shock as one of the now unmanaged hoses snaking about the floor suddenly drenches her... she pouts as her white leotard becomes clingy and marginally translucent... looking about... and seeing no one... moving quickly to free the models...

The models trembling... and running for it... three million possibly lost to the Abductors if they can get away... though they scream when they reach the door and run in the other direction... the door opening to reveal a massive figure with flexing stone hands...

US Angel takes a deep breath... the dark shape of her nipples surging against white fabric... the left one almost like a flagpole beneath the emblem there... this is one of her targets... the so-called man with hands of stone... she activates the taser function on her staff and takes a stance...

The man named Stone smirking... and speaking into a radio device in his wrist... "Intruder in the bathing room... be ready to assist... though I probably won't need it..." Grinning as he moves closer... spying the crackling electricity at the tip of your staff... and aiming to grab it with stone hands... that don't conduct electricity...

US Angel blinks as the huge stone hand grasps her staff without being shocked... not something she expected... but refusing to let go of her weapon... desperately attempting to kick up one of the still-running hoses on the floor... so that it sprays Stone with water... a very good conductor...

The water drenching Stone... electricity arcing over the previously non-conducting hands... to hit the rest of him... sending him reeling back... massively shocked... grey hair smoking as he crashes into the wall... your triumph interrupted by a brutal kick to the small of your back... as if someone had suddenly appeared right behind you...

US Angel losing her staff as the still clutching stone fist flies back with the smoking man... grunting as the blow from behind causes her to lurch forward... back bent the wrong direction as her flailing form flies through the air... balling up as she hits the floor... rolling over and over... and up to her feet... head snapping around to see who attacker her...

The attacker a short man... no more than your height... slim built... wearing a silver suit... presumably another of the three Super Abductors, and perhaps the most powerful... known as Shimmer... the air around him shimmering as he vanishes... to appear right next to you and deliver a roundhouse kick...

US Angel yelps... water spraying from the impact of boot to cheek... her head nearly removed from her shoulders... but fortunately her body follows... going horizontal... spinning through the air... unable to ball up this time... hitting the floor with a loud smack... limbs splaying out as she sprawls...

The big man groaning... coming out of his daze... as Shimmer teleports again... the air shimmering slightly where he's about to reappear... right above you... before he appears again... aiming to land right on your midriff with both feet...

US Angel spots the shimmering air and brings her knees quickly to her chest... planting blue footies in the middle of the silver gut as it appears... her own flexing legs shimmering as they kick out... aiming to send the tricky attacker flying...

The teleporter sailing through the air... winded... and hitting the floor with a splash in the middle of a spreading pool of water... even as Stone comes to fully... reaching to grab hold of your head with the stone grip... and hurl you into the nearest wall...

US Angel rolls to hands and knees... reaching for her staff... deftly ducking away from the unbreakable grip of the big stone hand... only to have it catch the flop of her ponytail... the surprised look on her face telling the story even before her glove comes up short of the staff... as she is yanked up from the floor... squealing... and swung around into the wall with a loud clang... crumpling...

Stone not letting go of the ponytail... but yanking you up with it... aiming a brutal blow of his other fist into your ribs... even as the air shimmers near your staff... and Shimmer materializes over it... grabbing hold... the taser function still sparking as he works out the controls...

US Angel oophs as the stone fist lands like a gunshot... folding her in two... and again... at least two ribs broken... this stabbing pain second only to that of the tazer... as her own staff is thrust between her legs... Shimmer twisting and turning the staff... pressing it hard into the fold in the bulging white crotch... its owner convulsing in excruciating agony...

The hovercams floating up to record every detail... jostling one another for the best shots of your agonized writhing... before Stone finally puts you over one shoulder... "Let's get her to central processing... we'll get stellar ratings for what we do to the lovely US Angel..."

US Angel plops limply over the big shoulder... apparently unconscious as her ass is gripped... the camera zooming in on her plump upturned rump... as the episode concludes... with type coming up on the screen... "Join us next time... for the end of US Angel..." Agent Orange checking the ratings... even if Angel is never able to come back to her own show he'll be a very rich man...

******

US Angel is still draped over a shoulder with a hand gripping her shiny hiney as all three Super Abductors appear on screen... marching through their island facility... nodding and laughing with each other... particularly as Stone gives Angel's round bottom a pat... a variation on the usual opening of their show... replacing the usual abduction sequence... type rolling across the screen... “On the last Super Abductors, an uppity superheroine named US Angel attempted to put an end to the Abductor's operation. She failed. Will the Super Abductors now put an end to US Angel? Remember all the action is real and unrehearsed. Stay tuned to see what happens when a television superheroine attempts to stop real slavers.”

The hovercams swooping in to record... as the Abductors spent the first commercial break dragging you into a processing chamber... your legs shackled wide apart by a metal bar... arms locked behind your back by a metal harness fitting around your chest... that is also adjusted to compress your full breasts between two vicious metal bars...

US Angel groans... eyes slowly fluttering open... as the hovercam pans back... to reveal her locked into some industrial strength bondage... still in her soaked costume... shoulders forced back... body bent... nipples of compressed breasts pointing... dark and turgid under the wet white fabric... "Whathe... HELP!"

The Super Abductors laughing... Stone and Shimmer joined by the third... Spark... also wearing a silver suit in a different style... small electrode running over his fingers... which crackle with voltage as he touches them to each wet nipple... sparking them painfully... as Stone secures your ponytail to an overhead chain... hoisting you up onto the very tips of your toes...

US Angel squeals in obvious pain as her nipple is shocked... actual sparks dancing over the curve of her breast... her secured form shuddering... shaking her head as her ponytail is grabbed... ceasing that as it is tied to an S hook and pulled tight... the heroine now posed in a most painful position...

The Abductors stepping back to let the hovercams work... taking various shots of you squirming at all angles... before Shimmer steps in with a sharp blade... to begin the work of slowly cutting off your costume... holding the metal blade menacingly close to throat... breasts... and pussy... as he slices off the material... and even the pantyhose beneath... leaving you completely naked in the merciless steel bindings...

US Angel whimpers softly as her footies join the rest of her tattered costume in the incinerator... her stout body naked as the day she was born... views of every writhing curve and tight wet crevice... every nook and cranny... being broadcast to millions... the reveal a staple of the Abductor's show...

Stone stepping forward... growling for the cameras as he cracks his knuckles... "We need to make an example of you, heroine... let everybody know they can't take on the Abductors..." Aiming one slamming fist into your belly... then another... cracking already-fractured ribs... before finishing off with a brutal blow onto your squirming pout... the cameras catching everything...

US Angel lurches in her tight bondage... quivering like a tightly strung string... grunting each time another rib cracks... unable to do much more than gurgle by the time her sex is struck... water... possibly sweat spraying from the impact... her mound reddened and swelling immediately...

Stone grinning... gripping and groping one breast with a stone hand... before unzipping... revealing a massive member... long... thick... and also seemingly made of non-conducting stone... chuckling as he moves around behind you... Spark stepping forward to look into your terrified eyes...

US Angel continues to make croaking noises... unintelligible but obvious pleading... her wide eyes begging for mercy... still trembling from ponytail to toe... the Abductors laughing collectively... their victims rarely giving them trouble... but their viewers watching in anticipation... knowing that those who have in the past have received this sort of discouraging discipline...

Stone gripping your shoulders... the head of his massive stone phallus pressing between your cheeks... and pushing against your tight star... before roughly forcing inside... slow and brutal... as the front of Spark's silver suit begins to morph... the suits as skintight as the wearers require... the cameras focusing on a cock sheathed in silver and sparking with current... less than an inch from swollen folds...

US Angel twitches... gulps... pouts... then screams... a raspy shrill sound from deep in her throat... her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets... the star between meaty ass cheeks defeated with one vicious thrust... as her tightly swollen sex is pried open by a tasering cock of silver... every muscle in her body clenching... the whole of her flesh gripped by excruciating agony...

The cameras zooming in as the two ruthless Abductors rape you fore and aft... Spark electrocuting you from the front as Stone destroys you from behind... a torture more intense than anything they've visited on their captors before... the ratings skyrocketing as the slavers take their pleasure... and your pain... Spark forcing fingers into your screaming mouth to shock there as well...

US Angel bucks and shudders... but there is no escape from the bondage... or the torture... her skin shiny with sweat... her fit form shuddering... ample breasts shimmying wildly... saliva from her gaping mouth drooling on them... her eyes slowly becoming glassy... rolling back...

The Abductors finally pulling out... chuckling and stepping back... letting the cameras take another shot of your defeated form... before Shimmer picks up a hose... "Enough fun... on with the processing..." Turning the hose on full... to shower you down... blasting you with the freezing cold water as Spark steps back to a safe distance...

US Angel hangs there by the hair... feet rolled forward on the tops of her toes... destroyed by her captors... barely aware of the loud smack of the stream of water as it strikes her sweaty flesh... washing her clean... from tit to bloody ass... slowly bringing her around... to be aware of the throbbing pain...

The Abductors turning off the hose... Stone smirking... "Let's see now... this is slave number 107..." Taking a large black plastic tag reading SLUT107 in white letters... and roughly affixing it to one nipple... a thin steel spike plunging through the bud to fix it in place... tagging you like an animal... Shimmer chuckling... giving your face a slap... "Are you going to behave, 107?"

US Angel blinks almost uncomprehendingly at the tag... the piercing with the spike burning like fire... still dazed as she is slapped... mewling into the resulting cloud of spray... her voice a halting whisper... her eyes down... "Ohmygawd... please... please don't hurt me any more..."

The cameras zooming in... the audience always enjoying the moment when the new slave is tagged and broken... Shimmer slapping you again... "I asked you a question, 107... are you going to behave?" Spark stepping forward... reaching out with a crackling hand towards your breast... "Let me try..."

US Angel stammers in sudden fear as she sees the hand reaching toward her tagged breast... "No... please... no more..." gulping as she realizes that was the wrong answer... and gets shocked again... drooling and gurgling as Spark lets up on the current... "Grrk... yes... yes... yes... please... I will behave..."

Spark laughing... "Good slave, 107..." Picking up a large stamp on an inkpad... and stamping your other breast in red dye... THIS FUCKTOY APPROVED BY THE ABDUCTORS... sound effects of a clanging cell door echoing over the soundtrack as the audience cheer... another slave tagged and stamped... Stone dragging out a create ready for the packaging section... as Shimmer undoes your hair from the chain...

US Angel blinks at the crate... and her head lolls to her jutting breasts still squashed between two metal bars... almost as if trying to read the tag and stamp... sniffling as she pants for breath... all signs of fight gone from her body... still held rigidly in its position... glistening clean... broken... ready for shipment...

The men working quickly... forcing you down on the floor on your front... Shimmer yanking your ponytail back and forcing your head up... then holding it there as Stone grips the bar separating your ankles... bringing it up... forcing you into a brutal hogtie... as he lifts it over your head... and forces it between your teeth like a bit gag... securing it there with a specially designed leather strap...

US Angel is taken from the harness to the floor and bent obscenely back... almost past what would be thought to be human limits... taking the bar between her teeth without question... her ponytail secured to the elbows of leather single glove... the glove secured to a crotch chain... which is in turn pulled between her breasts and attached to the bar in her mouth...

The chain tightened cruelly... to bisect pussy lips... before the bar is lifted up... and you are lowered into the standing crate... the bar slotting into a pair of notches cut into the wooden walls... leaving you hanging... face looking straight up... feet either side... Stone dragging a sack full of packing peanuts to the crate and pouring them in...

US Angel hangs there... a terrible strain on her stout little body... this packaging like none ever seen on the show before... the Abductors apparently making sure the little superheroine will have no chance of escape... her blinking eyes up... watching as she is slowly buried in packing peanuts... until even her eyes disappear...

The hovercam taking plenty of pictures of your helpless face framed by a sea of packing peanuts... before the last layer goes on... barely enough air filtering through the peanuts to breathe... as the lid is secured on the package... and then nailed on securely... number 107 stamped on the box...

US Angel is left in snug close darkness as the crate lid is nailed down... the crate strapped... aware of the movement of the crate... but unable to do anything except try to breathe... and wet herself... as she wonders what terrible fate might await her...

******

The crate finally stopping moving... after a couple of days' travel... the merciless position quickly becoming torture... before the lid is finally prized open and the top layer of peanuts cleared away... and you find yourself staring up at none other than Possum... "Well, well..."

US Angel blinks... unable to believe her eyes... her body trembling with fatigue... and smelling like an outhouse... the bar between her teeth making it impossible to understand her mumbling... wondering if Possum could be there to rescue her... but only for an instant... before realizing he could be her new owner... she wouldn't put it past him...

Possum grabbing the bar and lifting you out by it... packing peanuts still clinging here and there to sweaty skin... Possum standing in the middle of some plush garage filled with classic cars... the delivery point for new acquisitions... a fat man with a cigar standing next to him... "It's really her... she'll make a wonderful addition to the collection..."

US Angel hanging there in her stringent bondage... body bowed mercilessly as it has been for two days... staring as Possum nods... "Yes, I can confirm that it really is Callie Sacramento... I should know... see that mole right..." laughing as he gives her a poke with his free hand...

Possum undoing the bar at your ankles... gripping your by the hair as he lets you stand freely... dragging you out of the garage and into another room... filled with glass cases... your eyes widening as you see live women struggling in bondage... starlets from TV shows and movies... you assumed they simply stopped getting work... but here they are as part of this fat little man's collection...

US Angel gulps at the sight... feeling slowly returning to her wobbly legs as she follows the tall black man... led by her own ponytail as if it were a leash... arms still bound behind... the crotch chain working deeper with every step she takes... looking away as the fat man comes over to read the tag attached to her breast...

The fat man smirking... "107... yes, that's the number I was given..." Giving the tag a wicked tug... "Better get that off... I don't like anything marring my acquisitions..." Nodding to Possum... "Get her cleaned up, then bring her back to her case and install her... I'll inspect her later..." "Sure thing, Collector..."

US Angel hears her buyer called Collector... but can't place him... still his motive seems clear enough... she eyes Possum for the briefest instant... then looks down... realizing she can't possibly escape him with her arms secured... forced to walk on her toes... stout exhausted legs shaking with the effort... led away by the hair... by the one man who infuriates her more than any man in the world...

Possum giving your bottom a smack... and leading you to a shower block... turning on the hot water and scrubbing you down... methodically... humiliatingly... "This bodyguard gig is pretty sweet... just think... I'll get to feed you every day... and maybe fuck you most days too... won't that be nice..." Finally leading you out of the shower spick and span... dragging you towards an empty glass case in the midst of the struggling beauties...

US Angel sniffles a bit at being humiliated this way... but actually feels a bit better for being clean... particularly when she sees that 'Approved Fucktoy' stamp come off... the torn nipple where the tag was ripped away stinging fiercely... but already beginning to heal... "Bodyguard for who, you fiend?"

Possum grinning... as he removes the single glove and crotch chain... and roughly begins securing you in place... in a merciless strappado... complete with ballgag to make you drool... "He's called the Collector... he collects things... and people... one of the richest men in the world... too bad he's got so much security, or I could make a fortune here... still, if something were to distract them..." He grins... locking you in and leaving you to squirm... one of your wrist cuffs feeling oddly loose... almost as if it hasn't been locked properly...

US Angel listens to Possum... glancing up as he muses about distractions... "Where are we... well then helrrmmph..." ballgagged before she can continue... eyes blinking... flicking water from nipples of dangling boobs as she twists about to test the chains... thinking she might be able to slip her wrist free... her eyes meeting Possum's... thinking better of it for the time being...

Possum closing the glass case... leaving you part of a row of struggling, helpless beauties... then going back to his duties... leaving you alone... a security camera looking right at you... sure to bring the guards running if you do take advantage of Possum's slip... or is that his plan...

US Angel winces from the pressure on her arms as she raises her head to glance at the other captives in the bell jars... then to the security camera... realizing she would have to move fast... needing not only to escape the cuffs... but the glass case as well... still the longer she hangs like this the more useless and heavy her arms will become...

The camera rotating around slowly... to take in every one of the captives... the Collector presumably videotaping the best moments for later examination... the pervert... perhaps you can do something to free these other girls as well... although it'll be hard enough to free yourself... and the rotating camera will only give you a matter of seconds... ten or twenty at most... before your escape is discovered...

US Angel notes if she could free herself she could easily free the others... though Possum said security was heavy... so what chance would any of them have... still any chance would be better than no chance... so as the camera pans away... she pitches forward... arm muscles burning as she pulls up... feet gripping the chain above her cuffs... pulling her wrists free... grasping the chain and swinging... kicking the glass...

The glass shattering... leaving you a big-sized hole to go through... and maybe use the length of chain to smash the other bell jars... giving your fellow captives a fighting chance... before the camera swings around to your shattered prison to raise the alarm...

US Angel indeed takes the length of chain with her... hitting the controls by the door to open the other cases... grinning and wondering if any of the others have a chance... realizing with a sigh she may not have one either... unless she gets going... padding barefoot down the hall beyond... with only a length of chain wrapped about her fist and arm...

The alarm springing to life as the captives run for their lives... heading every which way... some running right into the arriving guards... delaying them as they are caught and reshackled... others managing to get away... as you find yourself running towards a pair of approaching guards... big men in beige security uniforms... armed with heavy-looking sticks... looking like they know how to use them...

US Angel knows a little bit about using a stick herself... and thusly manages to guess the men’s first moves... brushing one attack aside with her chain-laden arm... ducking under the other... kicking up into his breadbasket... powered by adrenalin... and the chance of escape...

The kick doubling the man in beige over... leaving his groaning on the floor... as his partner takes another swing at the back of your head... not expecting much resistance... thinking that you're just another TV starlet... not someone with any heroine experience...

US Angel is already spinning and letting the chain unwrap from one arm... as the other arm raises the fallen man's club... using it to deflect the strike at her head... even as she attempts to yank the chain tight about the guards neck with a flick of her wrist... so she can pull him forward into her leaping drop kick...

The maneuver coming off without a hitch... the guard gurking... eyes bulging... and yanked forwards into the path of a flying foot that lays him out cold... letting to beat feet away from the erupting commotion going on behind... the plaintive voice of the fat Collector asking where his bodyguard is... as you head in the opposite direction...

US Angel pads on her way... rewrapping the chain about her arm and fist... carrying a club in the other hand... suddenly aware of her exhaustion again as the adrenalin rush fades... looking for a way out... or a place to hide... having no idea of the layout... or even where she is in the world...

The sound of the guards running around echoing... pretty soon they'll all come swamping down this corridor... and that will be the end... suddenly your ears pricking up at a new sound... a Ferrari engine being gunned... and a horn honking... the next room must be the garage you arrived in...

US Angel hears the honking and races to through the door... thinking perhaps one of the other captives made it to the garage... and is actually stealing a car... so excited and anxious to catch a ride... that she ignores the possibility of a trap... dashing after the already moving car as she enters the garage...

The Ferrari slowing... backing up enough for a black hand to grab hold of your hair... and drag you in my it... Possum in the driver's seat... surrounded by jewels and works of art... as he drives towards the gates of the South American mansion... smashing through... "Good thing you arrived when you did... I was about to give up on you..."

US Angel grimaces until he lets go of her hair... wriggling upon his lap... the passenger seat full of stolen goods... leaving her nowhere to go but the floorboards... forced to rub her naked bits against the smirking man with the pipe bomb in his trousers... as she slides to his feet... and looks up between his legs as he drives... "Half of that stuff is going to redecorate my apartment..."

Possum grins down at you... gripping your hair... "You can get a cut of the other half if you want... I couldn't have done it without my favorite TV star... speaking of which, there's something else I need you for... kind of a date, if you think about it..."

US Angel lurches back and forth against his knees as the car swerves... boobs still swaying as a grin comes to her face... "Yikes... well maybe if you don't manage to crash the car first... we could do dinner or something... after all I do have you to thank for rescuing me..."

Possum grins... unzipping... and his huge member springing free... encrusted with piercings... inches from your gasping lips... "Well, get started on that now... and then later we'll talk about dinner... I've got a place in mind you should have no trouble getting into..."

US Angel widens her eyes at the sight... having almost forgotten how impression the man's decorated cock is... gaping in disbelief that he would think... her face thrown toward his crotch as he hits the gas... an impromptu deep throat... sucking... gulping... her face buried in his crotch... Possum navigating a wild car chase... even as she brings him to climax...

******

Possum leading you down the red carpet... cameras snapping... flashbulbs popping... as you twirl for the cameras in a brand-new dress he bought you specially... he can be quite persuasive when he wants to be... especially with that pierced member of his... but it's a change for him to take you out after he gets what he wants... perhaps you're softening him up...

US Angel walks along the red carpet in extra high heels of sparkling red... feeling almost like she could click them together three times and be back home in Texas... but instead she is actually a star... waving her gloved arm at a crowd of people whispering about her... wondering who that tall man escorting her might be... beaming as he takes her arm to lead her inside...

Possum laying a big hand on your ass to give it a squeeze as he leads you into the crowded hall... picking out an aisle seat near the front... among the other celebrities... the Silver Sphere awards about to begin... the spheres real silver with jewels... worth a fortune... the ultimate TV accolade...

US Angel smiles to better known stars as she and Possum take their seats... cupping the seat of her dress to prevent the slit up the side from exposing her panties... her own show nominated in the best action-adventure category... wide-eyed as she they sit next to Oprah... beaming with pride as Possum whispers in her ear...

The action-adventure category up in just a few moments... first of all... best reality show... probably Survivor again... the announcer smiling... "Well, we had one of the most intense hours of television ever just recently... can we welcome onto the stage as a surprise guest... the fabulous US Angel..."

US Angel blinking as Possum whispers in her ear... "Looks like your time to shine, sweet cheeks..." holding her gloved hand as she moves to the aisle... giving her a smack on the rump as she shuffles past him... strutting proudly to the stage... waving her one gloved arm... dress snapping open and closed on stout leg... wondering what this is all about... unless maybe wrestling is considered reality television...

The announcer leading you up the steps and handing you the envelope... obviously your job to read out the winner but why... your nervous smile turning to a shocked gasp... "Super Abductors...?" The announcer leading the cheers... "That's right... for the incredible episode where the Abductors took on US Angel and won... breaking her and making her their slave... and here they are to accept the award..."

US Angel fidgets... a bit unsure how to act... whether to attack... or cower... but ultimately trying to remain calm and glamorous in her diaphanous white dress... after all it is an awards show... and there's nothing wrong with being selected as a presenter... although to present the award to the Abductors seems a bit humiliating at best... probably the idea of that crass Agent Orange...

Stone moving forward to take the award and put it to one side... the three Abductors flanked by a fleet of hovercams... "Thank you... we won't ask how Slave 107 got out of her crate... we just deliver them, what the client does after that is their business..." The audience laughing as you blush... "However, the slave is still under her contract... so we could legally take her right now... is that what you want to see?" Your eyes widening at the raucous cheer...

US Angel gulps and looks to the audience in shocked dismay... the applause deafening... Possum winking with a smirk... holding on to the microphone stand as she takes a step back... shaking her head... blond hair splashing across her shoulders... "I can't believe this... you're joking... right?"

Stone laughs... as the air shimmers behind you and Shimmer appears... aiming a kick at your back... "Every classic episode should have a sequel... and this time we won't go easy on you..." Spark laughing as he steps forward... the announcer muttering to a stagehand... "Get the sphere's into the dressing room... all of them... they're too valuable to be damaged in a fight..."

US Angel had noted the absence of Shimmer with the other two... ready to wield the microphone stand like a staff... swinging the base of it up into Shimmer's midsection as he appears behind her... this blow taking most of the force out of his kick... still she is knocked a step towards Spark... and so she swings the mike stand at him...

Shimmer sent flying back... slamming into the podium... too winder to teleport for a while... as Spark aims to catch the metal mike stand... and send a massive electric shock through it... even as Stone swings for your ribs with one massive stone fist...

US Angel delivers a blow with the mike stand... only to lurch as a shock of electricity is sent back through it... leaving her convulsing unable to let go... until a crunching blow to the ribs... lands with the crack of a gunshot and sends her flying... slit of the skirt flapping open as she sprawls across the stage in a heap...

Stone advancing... grabbing hold of the skirt with one hand... aiming to yank you up into the path of another sledgehammer blow... the crowd oohing and aahing... some even cheering... no sign of Possum all of a sudden... or the spheres... all the security people making sure this fight doesn't spill off the stage and into the audience...

US Angel rolls to hands and knees... her dress showing half her round ass for a brief instant... before she is yanked up by the front... her ample breasts pressed up and together over Stone's fist... beating her own fists down on the clenching stone one with no success... until another blow sends her flying again... flailing as she flops back to the floor... blinking as she looks up to see the filmy dress still clenched in the fist...

Stone laughing... as the audience claps and cheers... a huge stone paw reaching for your hair... as Spark moves in with crackling hands... Stone aiming to hold you still while Spark shocks you mercilessly...

US Angel reaches up to grip the hand that grips her... neither bare fingers of left nor gloved ones of right able to pry the stone digits from her hair... stout legs flail as the sparkling red heels come up off the floor... leaving her helpless... jerking about as she is shocked... bare breasts dancing about her chest... the crotch of her white panties darkening...

Spark laughing... as his crackling fingers move around... slipping into your sex... while he other hand clamps around your breast... the crowd cheering and chanting as he increases his voltage... Stone's stone hand unaffected by the current... as you almost feel yourself beginning to cook...

US Angel is suddenly shiny with sweat... nostrils flaring as they smell burning flesh... overcome by a sensation of drifting away from her body... as if watching with the audience of entertainment icons... unable to believe the way they are cheering her demise... like some ancient spectacle in the coliseum... squealing as she lurches about... red heels clicking together three times as they kick wildly and randomly...

Suddenly the whole stage filling with billowing white smoke... almost as if the red sparkly heels really were magic... only this is tear gas from a gas grenade... thrown by a figure making a getaway in the confusion... loaded down with silver spheres... Stone and Spark coughing and choking... blinded... as you tumble out of their grip...

US Angel falls squarely on her plump rump... sputtering as she tries to crawl away... choking on the gas as she tries to catch her breath... eyes burning as she tries to locate the Abductors... disoriented by this whole turn of events... grasping the ankles she bumps into... attempting to yank them out from under their unseen owner...

The owner tripping... and sprawling... ignoring the surrounding calliope of mayhem... revealing himself as Possum... with a duffel bag full of silver spheres... kicking out at you... "Careful, sweet thing... you're starting to be a nuisance..."

US Angel blinks... rubbing watering eyes... recognizing Possum's voice... but still having trouble seeing... "Thanks for coming to my aid... those guys are tough..." her head cocking as his words register... "What do you mean I'm a nuisance... hey... what's in the bag..." grabbing for it... as the sounds of mayhem swirl about them...

Possum tugging at the bag... aiming to wrench it out of your grip... the gas starting to clear... many of the celebrities cowering... some running for the exits... the Abductors blinking... eyes watering... "Hey... that guy's got our awards..."

US Angel gasps... sputtering as the battle for the duffel bag yanks her forward... the impact with the stage cushioned by the spongy bounce in her pert boobs... being dragged as she hangs on to a strap... the tension on the bag causing several of the spheres inside to spill out... "What do you think you're doing... those are the Silver Spheres!"

Possum aiming a kick to your temple... trying to dislodge you from the back... reaching into his pocket for a telescoping baton... that he flicks out... "Yeah... a huge payday for me... until you decided to screw things up..." Stone and Spark heading towards him... and you... both of you in their sights now...

US Angel yelps and loses her grip on the bag as the kick sends her rolling across the stage... her curvaceous prone flesh rolling over and over... into the legs of the charging Stone and Spark in their silver suits... along with several of the awards themselves...

Spark stumbling over you... hitting the floor and skidding... as Possum aims to take him out with the baton before he can light up... Stone aiming a brutal kick to your ribs... as if trying to punt you with a football...

US Angel oophs as the crack of a rib reverberates almost like somebody knocked over a live microphone... her little body is sent flying though the air... back at Possum like a human cannon ball... even as Shimmer winks into view behind the tall black man with the duffel bag...

Possum ducking... and grabbing a couple of spheres to pop into the bag... as you sail over his head... slamming into Shimmer... sending the teleporter crashing back into the wall... as you flop onto him in a battered heap... Shimmer coming off worst... out for the count...

US Angel feels Shimmer's hands on bare flesh... one on her white-pantied ass... one on a breast... furious she gives him a bust in the mouth... literally in fact as ample boobs swing back and forth with punching fists... one gloved... one bare... until she realizes the man is completely out already... scrambling to her red-heeled feet...

Stone charging you... a stone fist raised to smash you into the wall... as Possum poleaxes Spark with his baton... laying him out... and moving to grab the fallen spheres and make his escape... while you're occupied...

US Angel desperately dances away to avoid the powerful punches... any one of which could finish her... glimpsing Possum gathering up the Silver Sphere awards as her evasions take her into the backstage area... ducking and weaving... one of Stone's wild roundhouses taking out a support for the curtains... stepping in front of another... ducking...

The curtains sagging dangerously... as Stone snarls... aiming more blows... not caring about what he's destroying... as the heavy curtain support seems more and more precariously held up... one more support before it all comes crashing down...

US Angel dives into a somersault... rolling away as her plan comes to fruition and the last heavy support crashes down... huge red curtains coming down with it... falling over the raging Stone like a net over a wild animal... twisting and ensnaring him more... as he struggles... and Angel runs back out on stage...

Possum trying to get away with the duffel bag... but stopped by the sound of sirens... police running in... guns drawn... surrounding him quickly as he drops the duffel bag and raises his hands...

US Angel rushes forward... at first to stop Possum... but then saluting as she sees the cops... glistening with sweat as she begins to speak... between gasps for air... "Don't shoot... that's my date... he was just helping me keep the Super Abductors from stealing the Silver Spheres... I overheard one of the Abductors call them their awards..." winking to Possum...

Possum glaring... and then dropping the duffel bag... "That's right... they were wanting to steal them all along..." The police wanting an excuse to talk to the Abductors... happily seizing this one... as you and Possum exit... and he squeezes your bottom roughly... "I guess I owe you something..."

US Angel nods to Possum with a smirk... "Mmhhmm..." stopping to pose for a photographer... red heels... one white glove and panties... blue choker... her skin sparkling with sweat... forgetting her state of undress... until Possum whispers in her ear... "Is that going to be your new costume... cause it's going to be page one in all the tabloids tomorrow?"

(Jan 2010)