Pain, unlike anything Elizabeth Baxter had ever experienced, coursed through her young body, drawing tears from beneath her blindfold and throat-searing screams into the thick cloth that filled her mouth.
        "Mmmmph mmmmph MMMMPH!"
        The thing - she knew it wasn't a man's cock - slammed inside her again and again, huge and hard and relentless, like some kind of machine. She pulled at the straps that bound her wrists and pulled her arms taut in front of her, keeping her bent over the padded sawhorse - no slack or give. Same for the wide straps securing her ankles and thighs to the horse's legs, spreading her wide open to receive this violation. Huge hands gripped her hips for purchase and she could hear her assailant panting hard and groaning with each driving thrust, but moaning like a woman in the throes of passion. Who, or what, was raping her?
        And for God's sake, why? She had no enemies, no one with a grudge against her. Her family was wealthy, but none of her captors had said a thing about a ransom. Was it for this? Another spasm of pain and despair wracked her body with sobs and her hands twisted futilely in their bonds, clenching at the air. The thing continued to piston away inside her mercilessly, the monster at the other end of it seemingly tireless. All Liz Baxter could do was scream and scream and…
        "Fixer, stop."
        The woman's voice was soft yet undeniably commanding, and the thing suddenly ceased its pounding and slowly withdrew, leaving Liz's pussy swollen and throbbing, her skin slick with sweat, her body shaking with its violation.
        "Poor Elizabeth." The voice was at her right ear now. "I'm afraid Fixer doesn't seem to know when enough is enough, especially when there's such a delectable morsel as you on the table."
        Liz shuddered involuntarily - a morsel was precisely what she felt like, a piece of meat, dehumanized and ravaged beyond recognition. Fresh tears welled behind her blindfold. She felt a cool touch against her cheek, the woman's fingers gently caressing her.
        "There, there. Now I'm sure you have questions." Liz nodded a little, fighting not to whimper like a whipped puppy into her gag. "You're wondering why you were taken."
        Liz nodded again, the memory of it flooding her mind. Stopping her car in front of the massive iron gate leading to their home in suburban Bilbrew Heights… the tall, statuesque, raven-haired woman in the dark suit coming up to the driver's side door… Liz rolling down her window to hear her words…the woman's hand reaching in to touch her arm…then that sudden shock, like touching a doorknob in winter, and Liz finding herself completely unable to move, as if her body no longer obeyed her commands…slumping in a heap across the front seat…then the woman, smiling a truly feral smile, leaning in to cover her face with that sickly-sweet-smelling handkerchief…
        Then waking up here, wherever here was, blindfolded, bound, and gagged.
        And the pain…
        The woman - the same one who did this to her - spoke again. "You may believe this is about your father's wealth. It's not. Believe me, child, I have plenty of my own.
        "Considering your treatment so far, you may guess that we took you for our… amusement," she chuckled softly, and again Liz shuddered in her bonds, "but that is simply a fringe benefit. No, my love, the sad truth - the tragedy - of this is that you have absolutely nothing to do with it at all.
        "You are what we in the trade call bait. You're the damsel in distress that will bring the real prize to me. What I want is Justiciar. She and I are… old friends, with much to discuss."
        Justiciar! The night-clad avenger of New Rivendell! Mysterious, beautiful, and merciless against criminals of all kinds, she was considered nothing more than a myth by many, but Liz's captors seem to know her - and know what would draw her into a trap! Liz began to shake her head and protest through her gag, "Mmmmphhh!"
        The woman touched her face again, shushing her as one would a child. "Relax, Elizabeth, we know you don't know her. You're a complete innocent in this affair…which is how I know she'll come for you."
        Liz lowered her face to rest against the leather-covered padding of the horse, wracked with grief, as a second female voice spoke with an exaggerated Texas twang, "Beggin' yer pardon, ma'am, but if you want that there Justiciar t'sashay on in here, don't you reckon you oughta send her a note or somethin'? I mean, we didn't leave a single damn bread crumb for her t'follow or anythin'."
        Again that soft, patrician chuckle. "Jane, dear, if I know nothing else in this world - and I know plenty, believe me - I know that Justiciar will find that one connection that will bring her here. If I send her a note, she'll know it's a trap. This way, the bitch will have the satisfaction of working to rescue the maiden fair before I drop a house on her." She ran her fingers through Liz's hair, then closed them suddenly, yanking Liz's head back painfully. "She'll come in a hurry to save this sweetmeat, and then we'll all get what we want - for you and Fixer, all the power you could desire. And for me?" She let Liz's head drop back to the leather. "By the time I'm done with her, the great Justiciar will be begging me to let her hump my leg like the bitch she is."
        Liz heard the clicking of high heels on concrete, the sound of the woman walking away then stopping. "Oh, I almost forgot. Fixer, you may proceed."
        "Thank you, Hera," said the monster in a deep yet feminine voice, then the thing pushed into Liz's cunt again and the girl let out a long muffled scream…
         

Chapter One

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