Lone Star: Targeted (Chapter 12) (Patreon)

Lone Star: Targeted

Chapter 12

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oooooh,” Lone Star gasped.

The vanquished masked vigilante was tightly bound, face-down on the floor. They’d locked a collar around her throat, and attached it to a ring in the basement floor. Then her butt was pulled up high, with her arms stretched down between her legs. A short length of rope bound her right wrist to her left ankle, left wrist to right ankle. So she couldn’t lower her butt, or stretch out her legs.

Havoc knelt behind Lone Star, thrusting deeply into her. It was slow, steady fucking. He just wanted one last tryst with the heroine. Yeah. Tryst.

“Oh. Oh,” she gasped. “Please, show mercy.”

“No mercy,” he said. “You ruined me. Now I have ruined you, slapped you down and sold you to a Mexican drug lord.”

His thrusting sped up. That small difference tipped her over the top. Lone Star’s inside fluttered, tingled, and rushed to climax.

“Aaagggh! Oooh, yes. Yes. Yes.”

“You truly are a oversexed slut.”

“I hate you,’ she gasped out.

“I know.”

While he fucked her senseless, the Gaines boys came in and started leading one heroine after another out of the basement, up the stairs. Lady Texas went first, then Vixen, Gloriosa, Texas Girl, Puma, and Ms Texicana.

“Where are you taking them?” Lone Star asked.

“Their purchase payments have cleared, so are being crated up and shipped to their new masters,” Havoc said. “You led them to this fate, Megan. It’s all your fault.”

“Bastard.”

He chuckled, and started thrusting faster. Again, that little change pushed her over the top.

“Aaaagggh!”

The boys came down for Tomboy and Puritan a few minutes later. Chase informed Havoc that Lone Star’s payment cleared.

“It’s time,” he said, slowly pulling out.

Lone Star lay there, gasping, so hot and exhausted. Her body quivered, her insides nothing but rolling jelly. She had no strength of body or will to fight him when Havoc cut her free of her bindings. And she teetered atop her tall stilettos when pulled to her feet.

“This isn’t fair,” she whispered wearily. “I’m a good girl. I did the right thing. I helped people.”

“You’re a stupid busy-body bimbo,” he sneered, leading her up the stairs with a fist in her hair. “The only reason I’m selling your ass into prostitution is because killing you will end the suffering and despair.”

“Pig.”

Havoc walked her out to the barnyard. Nine coffin-sized wooden crates were laid out in a line. Lady Texas, Texas Girl, Vixen, and Puma were already lying in their crates, bound hand and foot, gagged, and clear masks over their mouths and noses. They were out cold.

Tommy and Jerry were in the process of chloroforming Gloriosa and Ms Texicana into la la land. Tomboy and Puritan watched with disbelieving eyes as Tye and Eddy forced gags into their mouths.

Gloriosa and Ms Texicana grunted and groaned as they struggled against that most insidious sleepy drug. The men held tight, and the heroines slowly succumbed. Their struggles stilled first, and then their eyes rolled up.

The brothers lifted their limp bodies, and callously dumped them in crates. After adjusting their bound bodies, they put the masks on their faces, and turned on the canister of gas.

“Yeah, they’re not going to wake up before reaching Russia,” Tommy said.

“I thought Gloriosa was bought by someone in France,” Tye said.

“Yeah, but he was a Russian Oligarch. She’s being shipped to his home outside of Moscow,” Chase said.

Lone Star groaned when they then chloroformed Tomboy and Puritan. The young beauties bucked and struggled, to no avail. Tomboy lasted twice as long as Puritan, who went still super fast.

“Ha! Texas Girl went under even faster,” Jerry laughed. “I heard that redheads were more susceptive to drugs than others. I guess these two beauties proved that is true.”

Puritan was lifted up and carried to her crate. She looked like a broken doll, an expression of distress on her lovely face. Jerry played with her tits a moment, before masking her and turning on the sleeping gas.

Tomboy lost her battle right after that, and was placed in the crate next to Puritan. That left just one empty crate. Havoc and the Gaines boys all grinned at her. Lone Star stared back with huge eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“It shouldn’t end like this,” she whispered. “We’re all good. We deserve better than this.”

“True,” Havoc said. “But what fun would that be? No fun at all for us. You? Who cares how you feel? You knew what could happened when you took up the mask. You’re glory days are over, Lone Star. Now you’re just fuckmeat.”

Havoc wrapped a powerful arm around her. His other hand reached out, and Jerry placed a chloroform soaked cloth in it. Lone Star watched open-mouthed, shaking her head.

“Nighty-night, Megan ‘Lone Star’ Britain,” Havoc sneered, pressing the cloth over her mouth and nose. She looked back and up at him with big, sad eyes. “When you wake up, I suggest you be very obedient and servile to your new master. I don’t think he likes you very much. Live in misery.”

Chase walked down the line of crated super heroines, taking pictures of each with his phone. Then the Gaines boys began nailing the lids onto the crates. Lone Star saw shipping labels already affixed to the lids.

It was really happening. Havoc had led the Gaines Gang in a successful mission to capture and vanquish all of the Dallas’ super heroines. Caught them in one fell swoop.

Strength bled out of the busty heroine’s arms and legs quickly, while her vision blurred. Lone Star fought the drug, struggling to stay awake. But her eyes slowly closed, and darkness consumed her.

Havoc lifted her limp body up. He smiled at her a long moment.

“For seven long years I dreamed and planned how I would put your limp body in a shallow grave,” he said. “This is so much more satisfying.”

Lone Star was laid inside the crate. Strapped down, and the gas mask placed on her. Then Havoc personally nailed the lid down.

He watched with supreme satisfaction as the nine crates were placed in the back of a truck. The truck left, heading for the airport. Within hours sexy super heroines would begin arriving at their new homes, and a life of submission.

The End