by Androidus
| Chapter 1: Careless entry |
| Chapter 2: Revenge is Androidus |
| Chapter 3: 'Home sweet death trap' |
Becca had been out for much of the evening and was feeling really exhausted. This was the fifth time this week that a routine patrol of the city had resulted in her getting heavily involved with a series of serious situations and she was not fully recovered from them at all.
Physically exhausted, Becca returned home to try and get some sleep before the busy day's work ahead. Shooting across the rooftops on her way to her apartment, Becca was totally unaware that the facilitator of all the recent trouble was keeping tabs on her movements, from far off, with a high powered telephoto lens. He watched as Flaxen quickly scanned the area to check no one could see, then rapidly descended the wall and into her bedroom window, swiftly closing it behind her. Breaking into a broad smile, the figure lowered his lens and pulled out a mobile 'phone.
Inside, Flaxen had quickly undressed and was in a slinky night gown getting ready for the few hours sleep that would constitute 'rest' until the brewing troubles in the city's alleyways quelled to a more sedate level. Thoroughly exhausted, Becca could barely summon the strength to draw back her bed sheets and crawl into her bed. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
In the foyer of the apartment block, the lone figure quickly ducked past the security guard and made his way to the residents' book. Quickly working out the room to the window Flaxen was seen entering, the figure traced his finger down the book listing to a name: Rebecca Steele. He broke into another wide grin and disappeared before the guard was any the wiser.
The following morning, Becca struggled to heave herself up out of bed - the three hours of sleep nowhere near enough to allow even her to recouperate her strength. As she meandered wearily into the bathroom to try and ready herself for a day of work, she pondered on the wisdom of burning the candle at both ends. 'Something's got to give,' She thought. 'I can't keep this pace up, working all hours during the day and putting my life on the line in the evenings...there's just not enough of me....one of my lives has to go...'
Becca found excitement as Flaxen - the thrill of fighting villains, of overcoming them, even being trapped had, on occasion, excited her beyond reason. But being Flaxen didn't pay the utility bills....she didn't help keep the roof over Becca's head. 'I'm too young to 'retire',' Becca thought. 'Maybe if I just downplay Flaxen for a while...take a breather....yes, that's what I'll do. I'll make tonight the last night for about a month!'
Resolving to get some R and R, and to hell with the clandestine Government outfit she worked for, Becca got dressed and hurried off - late - for work. As she emerged from the revolving door at the front of her building, Becca was oblivious to having been photographed by a high-tec digital camera. She hopped in the back of a cab and continued on her way to work.
Androidus took the hard copy of the young woman leaving the apartment block from his printer and compared it to the copy of Flaxen he had in his hand. "So," He smiled. "I finally have you at last, Flaxen...or Rebecca Steele. Since the Korean incident I've had a hard time tracking you down..." He looked to his accomplices and smiled. "It's been a long and eventful year, but finally, we have her! Not only is this the same woman, but we also know her address...." Androidus clicked open his 'phone and began dialling. "...It's time to take this little vendetta to her...." A voice at the other end brought the slimy grin back again to Androidus' face. "...Excellent work, Blake....now, proceed with our plan....By midnight tonight, I want that interfering little tart murdered in her own apartment!"
Inside the apartment block, Blake was replacing his 'phone in his inside pocket and climbing the stairwell to Becca's floor. The security cameras being fed a recorded image from five minutes earlier to disguise his entry into the building, up the stairs, onto Becca Steele's floor....and into her apartment......
Becca was by now a total zombie. The sheer volume of things that went wrong at work yelled out to her that she was running on empty. Granted, they were all mistakes that could be rectified another day...especially after a good night's sleep.
Travelling back in the cab towards her apartment, Becca decided, to save time, that she would get out just short of her block and duck into an alley to change into Flaxen. That way, she could be home before midnight having put in a good five or so hours of patrolling and 'correcting' of troublesome 'ne'er do wells'.
Paying the cabbie, Becca got out with her case and walked off down the alley. A minute later, Flaxen was running full tilt across the rooftops...
The evening had been a blur. Flaxen had almost been shot in the crossfire of two rival gang members and she hadn't even been aware that their guns were out and cocked ready at each other. Somehow managing to subdue the pair of them before they injured themselves or herself, Flaxen left them for the police to deal with as she dashed off in the direction of home.
Becca was spent. She was barely awake, and every exertion seemed to be causing her muscles to ache. As she approached the rooftop of her apartment block, she took a quick and cautious look around before leaping the six metres between the buildings and landing on the roof of her own. Carefully climbing the wall, she again silently entered her bedroom window, locking it behind her, and breathed a huge sigh of relief at having made it through the roughest week she'd ever experienced. "Oh, thank heavens I'm home!" Becca said out loud.
Moving lethargically into the bathroom, Becca was about to peel off the shoulders and arms of her costume when the chloroform soaked rag pressed tightly against her face. Instinctively, Becca raised her hands to her face to try and pull the rag away, but she was still too exhausted to do anything really ably. Realizing just as she was about to pass out that someone had done this to her in her own apartment made her feel the mildest twinge of anxiety....but the drug and her general tiredness prevented the feeling from developing as she crumpled to the floor of her bathroom at the feet of her attacker.
The sound of ringing filled Becca's ears as she gradually awoke. She was totally exhausted, and incredibly tired, but her discomfort prevented her from sleeping. Looking around through bleary eyes, Becca realized to her horror that she had been tied up in her own apartment! She looked up to see her wrists bound together, suspended high above her head from the ceiling beams. Below her, her deliciously sumptuous legs were tied together at the ankles. Becca struggled in her bonds...but they were unbreakable.
From behind her came the sound of raspy breathing, and Becca tried to turn her head to see who or what was there. The figure moved closer to the woman's rear and whispered sinisterly into her ear.
"So, Becca Steele...you are Flaxen, just as Androidus said...." The sound of Androidus' name chilled Becca to her very core. "...We've spent a long time trying to track you down since you paid us that visit in Korea - remember the column trap...?"
Becca gulped at the memory. She'd almost been killed that night...now this guy was in her own apartment to finish the job. "W-who are you...?" Becca gasped, unable to place the huge figure's voice. "I was the guard who almost crushed you to death with my bare arms...just before you escaped. My name is Blake..."
Becca realized that this was going to be a death struggle. She knew that unless she could get her wrists free he would certainly destroy her - she knew first hand exactly how strong he was!
"Please, you don't have to do this....I'm sure we could find another way..." Becca was rubbing her backside against him in an attempt to taunt him into releasing her for sex. "...I'm not unactrative..." She continued.
The figure leaned into her body from behind and Becca could immediately feel how aroused he was. But any notion of luring him into releasing her was suddenly blown apart when he began to whisper into her ear in the most gruesome detail hw he was going to murder her.
"I'm going to enjoy doing you, Flaxen - going to thoroughly enjoy squeezing you until you are dead!" Suddenly, his arms snaked around her waist from behind and seized her tightly in a vicious hug, lifting her twitching costumed toes from the floor.
"No! Please, I beg of you - DON'T DO THIS!!" Becca gasped, as the breath was squashed out of her voluptuous young body. "YYEEEEAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Becca screamed, but inaudibly, since she was totally unable to catch her breath.
The sheer terror of her situation had brought her back to life with a sudden jolt, but the fear, the helplessness, the terrified struggling frenzy panicked the normally calm heroine into a wave of frightened writhing which did nothing to help her. Becca struggled and wriggled wildly, with terror in her beautiful eyes, as she knew she was going to die if this kept up. She begged and pleaded, squirming in crushing arms, praying for help....hoping against hope that someone would hear the commotion and come and rescue her.
Nobody came. Nobody heard. After what seemed an age of futile struggles, Becca began to feel worryingly weak and light headed. Her head pounded as her veins bulged on her neck and temples, her face red with exertion and her gorgeous pleading eyes so very wide.
Blake pressed his lips against Becca's hair and whispered....no, hissed into her ear. "...There's no way out, Flaxen....this is it for you....." Becca gasped in horror, trying desperately to get her wrists free from the bonds above her...all to no avail. Her sexy thighs rubbed feebly together - the only movement they could make with her ankles bound together. Nothing helped.....and the bear hug just continued to tighten........
"Time to die, superheroine bitch!!!" The evil Blake took a huge breath of air, readying himself for Becca's destruction. Becca felt her body quiver and shudder in the even now tightening hug. Death could only be seconds away now.
"....Please......N...N...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooo.......!!" She panted, breathlessly. "...Somebody......anybody........h-h-help.....help...me...!!"
Flaxen struggled to the last, but finally the evil in the city proved too much even for her. Trapped and alone, helpless in her own apartment, the super sexy Becca Steele moaned feebly as the last of her precious air was crushed out of her body.
Blake felt her churn briefly for a few seconds, and then, suddenly, it was all over. He untied the dangling centrefold from the ceiling and let her drop to the floor. Becca Steele did not move. Flaxen was dead.
The End?