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Lone Star: Targeted

Chapter 5

Lone Star crossed her long legs and frowned at the monitor. How was Havoc doing it? Everyone left some fingerprint of their existence on the World Wide Web. No banking info. No rental or gas station purchases found. Nothing. Even the Gaines Gang had fallen off the grid. Nothing for the last three weeks, at any rate.

She glanced at the window. There was a reflective film on the window, but she also closed the blinds and pulled the curtains. Just to be sure no one saw Lone Star in that condo.

Should I just go out and show my colors, and hope Havoc hears and comes hunting me?

The last thing she wanted was to play the role of bait, to be a sitting duck and hope for the best. No heroine could keep up a shield very long, especially a shield strong enough to stop Havoc’s .50 Cal sniper rifle. It took too much mental effort and concentration.

Returning her attention to a map of Dallas on the monitor. “I wonder if…”

Her phone rang. Unknown number. So she answered using her Lana voice.

“Hello?”

“Lana Love?” a deep male voice asked. Not William Wallace. Not Roger Upchurch, either.

“Yes. And you are?”

“A friend of Wallace. You still want to hook up with him?”

“Yes! I do. Where is he?”

“Go to Lucky Pete’s Bar and Grill in Garland. I’ll text you directions.”

“What time?”

“Now. How soon can you be there?”

“Within thirty minutes,” she said. “It’s rush hour.”

“Perfect,” he said, and hung up.

Lone Star stared at her phone. He just hung up? So, was Havoc going to be there? Only one way to find out. Unfortunately, no other heroines were logged in. It was late afternoon, so they’d start coming out pretty soon.

“Yeah, I won’t have my mask so won’t have a way to know they are available.”

She did have every Sisterhood heroine’s heroine phone number. She even had Gloriosa’s and Tomboy’s phone numbers. If things went south, she could still call in the cavalry.

The busty heroine strode into the master bedroom. She opened her heroine closet, stripped, and put the costume away. Then she hurried into her large walk-in closet and chose a red, off-the-shoulder dress. She left her legs bare this time, but picked the same jewelry and strappy pumps she’d worn when she hooked up with Roger. Then she jumped into her Camero and headed for the hoped for rendezvous.

Lucky Pete’s Bar and Grill proved a seedy place in an economically challenged area. It was a standalone structure with a gravel parking lot. Yeah, not the best surface to walk across in five-inch stilettos.

Megan stopped outside the wood and glass door, tugged down on her hemline. It barely dropped low enough to cover anything, and the dress was so stretched tight around her body that every movement caused the hemline to ride up, up, up. And the dress was too thin to wear any kind of underwear, so she had the added stress of going commando.

I screwed up. If I have to fight Havoc, then I’ll be half-naked in the first three seconds.

Her tits were also threatening to pop out. When she tugged down on the hemline, it pulled further down her tits. At the moment, the dress barely covered her nipples, which had become hard and erect from the stress and excitement.

Heart pounding, rubbing her lips together, Megan opened the door and went inside. There were only three patrons inside: one at the bar, one playing pool, and other nursing a drink at a small bistro table.

A middle-aged waitress with a dour expression looked her up and down.

“Can I help you, sweetie?”

“Yes. I’m supposed to me someone here. I’m Lana Love.”

“I bet you are,” the waitress said, lip curling. “Do you see him?”

“No.”

“Follow me,” she said.

The waitress took her to the worst table in the place, right in front of the short corridor to the restrooms. She pulled out a chair, back to the restrooms. Megan accepted it, since it gave her a perfect view of the rest of the common room. She could see everyone coming and going. The stench coming from the restrooms wasn’t so pleasant.

“Wait here, sweetie.”

The waitress left her alone. Megan studied the three men a moment, and then disregarded them. They were all too old and frail to be any threat. So she checked her phone. Took her twenty-three minutes to change and drive there, so she was a little early.

I just hope it’s Havoc that comes. I’m tired of playing hide and seek.

She had no concerns about him figuring out she was Lone Star, or another heroine. The city’s heroines had all recently acquired an app for their phones that could be used to hypnotize and brainwash people into forgetting their secret identities. And unlike a FEM Fighter, Megan didn’t need any gadgets like a power belt or bracers to fight bad guys. She was born with Power.

The guy at the table scooted back, his chair loud on the floor pulling her full attention to him. It was almost as if he just wanted to make noise and annoy the other patrons.

“Hello, Love,” a deep male voice said into her ear from behind.

A hand seized her left wrist, while his other hand pressed a wet cloth over her nose and mouth. Megan instantly smelled chloroform. She gasped, trying to cry out. But her reaction sucked in that insidious drug. And she knew that first breath stole her Telekinetic Power for at least an hour. But she was still super strong.

Another man grabbed her right arm and held tight, while a third came up to take control of her left. Megan screamed into the cloth as she kicked the table across the room, taking out four other empty tables. The other men and waitress barely glanced her way as her would-be captors began dragging her back toward the restrooms.

Darkness began to creep in all around, as her brain functions slowed. Thoughts growing increasingly sluggish, she struggled to keep conscious as she fought to get free. But they held tight, continuing to drag her and the chair back, back, back.

Her strength faded away slowly at first, and then more quickly as they reached the restrooms, bled out of her arms and legs. She became limp, eyes rolling up, and barely aware of anything. The men dragged her through a third door, set between the two restrooms. It was small and hot. No furnishings.

“Well, well, well,” a male voice said, sounding very satisfied. “Her tits fell out. I guess she shouldn’t have fought us so hard.”

The men laughed as someone copped a feel. He pinched and rolled one of her nipples. That sent the most amazing ripples of tingly pleasure through her body, straight down to her loins.

“Got that right, Bill,” another man said.

“Looks like she shaves her pussy, too,” the third man said. She felt fingers stroke her down there. “Nope. Waxes. It’s too smooth to be shaven.”

The men laughed again.

Bill said, “I felt her up. John played with her pussy. You want her mouth, Carl?”

“A BJ would be nice,” Carl said, standing to her right. “She’s got pretty lips.”

They all laughed again. Megan pressed her lips together and swallowed the lump in her throat. She was not amused.

They stood around her – one behind, and one to each side – and watched Megan until the chloroform began wearing off. She still felt woozy, but her brain began to function again. She looked around with big blue eyes, trying to look weak and unthreatening. Time was her friend, and it would take a while to get her Power back.

“I don’t understand,” she slurred out. “I just want to find my boyfriend.”

“William Wallace?” Bill asked.

“Yes.”

They remained silent a moment longer. Then Carl leaned over to glare into her face as he spoke.

“And you are Lana Love?”

“Yes.”

“What is your real name?”

She frowned at him, while struggling to remember. “That’s…um…Lana Wronaski. But Lana Love sounds better, prettier.”

“It does,” Carl said, shaking his head. “But I know Lana, and you are definitely not her. So, you better have a good story, or bad shit is going to happen.”

Megan was ready with a standby story, but the chloroform still messed up her head. So hard to remember all the details.

“Oh crap. I knew it wouldn’t work,” she mumbled. She sighed dramatically, and shrugged. “Okay. You got me. I’m a freelance reporter. I have a YouTube channel. I just wanted to score the first interview with the man that shot the legendary Lone Star out of the sky. I mean, no one has ever done that before. It boggles the mind, you know?”

The men just stared at her like she was crazy. She felt pretty stupid at the moment. It never occurred to her someone would jump her, chloroform her, and hold her for questioning.

“That’s just dumb enough to be true,” John said.

“Let’s just kick her ass bloody, and toss her in Bradfield Creek,” Carl said. “With a warning that if she doesn’t go away, we’ll kill her.”

“Hey! I just want to make him famous!” she cried. “Why do you want to hurt or kill me?”

“Maybe he doesn’t want any media scrutiny,” Bill said. “Maybe he doesn’t care about social media fame.”

“What?” she asked. “Everyone wants to be famous. Duh.”

“I agree with Carl. Let’s strip her, kick her ass, and throw her in the creek,” Bill said. “If she comes back, well then…”

Bill yanked her hair, pulling her head back, and then ran a finger across her throat. Megan acted terrified.

“Please don’t. I’m just a girl,” she cried. “Beside, I’m desperate. I’ll do anything if you just ask Mr. Wallace if he’s willing to be interviewed.”

“Anything?” John asked, reaching down to cup a heavy tit.

Her jaw dropped, insides suddenly hot and tingly. It wasn’t really a surprise. Men were pigs. Bad guys even worse.

“Oh. Okay,” she whispered. “If that’s what it takes, I’ll sleep with you if you help me.”

John unzipped. Her eyes widened.

“Now?”

“Yep,” John said, pulling out a semi-erect cock. He straddled her in the chair, his cock in her face. Megan leaned back, averting her face, yet couldn’t take her eyes off that slowly rising dick. It grew bigger and bigger as his arousal rose.

The stench of stale urine assaulted her. Did he ever wash it? Couldn’t tell by the smell, that was for sure.

“Y-You’ll help me?”

“Sure. Why not?” he said, grinning lecherous at her. “Suck it, girl.”

Megan rolled her eyes. Not much of a commitment. But what other choice did she have? Suck his dick and maybe get the meet up, or refused, get beaten bloody, and tossed in a creek?

“Wow. Okay,” she whispered, slowly turning her face back to him. He slapped her across the face with his cock a few times, and then guided it to her lips. Megan wrapped her hand around the base, giving him a squeeze and stroke. “I’ll do it.”

The gorgeous brunette pressed her glossy red lips to his cockhead, kissing it. Then she gave it a little lick, and groaned. His dick tasted just as bad as it smelled. So she wrapped her lips around that rubbery helmet-shaped head, and gave him intense head for a moment.

Then she went down on him.

“Hell yes,” he cried. “Suck it like a slut, girl.”

Megan cut a disapproving look up at his smiling face. Why did some men have to say such insulting things during sex? But she sucked, bobbing up and down his shaft. She gave him the best blowjob she could. Past lovers had sworn she was really good, so…

“Mmmm.” Sssslurp.“Mmmmmm.”

“I love slurpers,” Carl said.

The dark-haired beauty soon had John jerking and gasping, until he grabbed her head with both hands and filled her mouth with hot, viscous cum. He didn’t pull out, which forced her to swallow. Only then did he step back.

Carl grabbed her hair, yanking Megan to her stiletto-heeled feet. Bill unzipped her dress. As the barely there red dress fell to the floor, Carl turned her around and forced her to all fours. Then he dropped down behind her.

“Oooh my!” she cried when Carl impaled her. His cock stretched her little hole out to the max. Yeah, it felt amazing. “Ooooooooooh.”

“She liked that,” Bill said, chuckling.

The man yanked her long hair, slapped her butt cheeks, and banged her like a madman. She felt every deep thrust all the way into her core. She felt that pleasure out to her fingers and toes. Megan gasped and cried out, moaning and groaning, as he pushed her closer and closer. And then Carl pulled her up on just her knees, while mauling her tits, and continued to fuck her.

She felt that mad rush to climax almost immediately.

“Aaaaaaggh!” she cried as her insides pulsed with climatic glory. Pleasure washed through her with every thrust. “Aaaggggh!”

Carl groaned long and low as he released his seed deep inside her. Then he pulled out and whacked off two more loads across her sweetly rounded butt. Only then did he release her to fall straight down to lie on her belly, writhing in the afterglow.

“My turn,” Bill said, rolling Megan onto her back.

Bill claimed her lips in a deep kiss, before kissing his way down her neck to her tits. The big man spent a long time playing with her large, firm tits. He kissed them. He licked them. He nibbled on her nips. And then he forced her legs wide and slipped between them.

Megan looked down her tall, toned body and watched him press his erection to her pussy. Then he smiled at her, and thrust all the way in with one powerful thrust.

“Uggh!”

“Felt that, did you?” he laughed. “You’re welcome, slut.”

His brutal hands locked on her tits, squeezing, while he thrust into her hard and fast. Her vagina still quivered from her last orgasm, so that new invasion really rocked her world. Megan bucked and cried out, head rocking back and forth, mind all but blank with pleasure. Her long legs wrapped around Bill, trying to force him deeper and deeper. Soon, she started thrusting her hips up to meet him.

“I must’ve fucked Lana a hundred times when she was a hooker,” Bill said. “She wasn’t even half as good in bed as this YouTube slut.”

“Shut up,” she cried. “Just shut up and fuck me!”

Megan hated how much she loved getting fucked like that. The rougher the better, and yet it didn’t feel right morally. It felt awesome physically, but so wrong it was wonderful.

The pain of his rough fondling sent amazing ripples through her overheated body, pushing her toward the brink yet again. She squeezed her vagina around his thrusting cock, hearing him groan. Yeah, that even pushed her closer, made her crazier.

“Oh baby. Oh baby!” Megan’s core erupted yet again. “Aaaaaaagh!”

Bill fucked her twice as long as Carl, forcing her to climax four times. She huffed and puffed below him, feeling so spent and wonderful. But she sighed in relief when he finally came. Of course, like Carl, he pulled out and shot a load across her trembling belly, and then another across her tits.

“Eww, so nasty,” she whispered, still huffing and puffing. “So disrespectful.”

“Yeah, disrespectful,” John said, and barked a laugh. He pressed a chloroform soaked rag over her mouth and nose. Out of breath, she couldn’t stop sucking in huge lungs full of the drug.

“Oops, did we lie to you?” John said, smirking down at her startled eyes. “We got plans for your ass, girl. Big plans.”

And the darkness sucked her down.