Other links:
Sapphire Angel, Superheroine (Book 1)
Power Play (Book 2)
Deconstruction (Book 3)
Savage Dawn (this book - Book 4)
VIOLENCE WARNING: The two stories in the Savage Gang saga, and especially the second story, involve a gang practicing extreme violence toward everyone — women, the elderly, the protagonist, etc. The stories contain mature sexual content and violence as well. I am placing this warning on all chapters, including those without such violence, so you can choose whether to continue.
CHAPTER 44
Sapphire Angel inched to the glass patio door, listened for a moment, and tested the handle. It was unlocked. That was good, because it meant she could leave her cylinder hanging in place for her return trip. The climb would be easier than the descent, as it would only require her to hang on while the cable retracted, pulling her up the building.
She slid the door to the side and peered in, with moonlight illuminating the same room she had visited two days earlier as Beth Harper. The television hung on the wall opposite her, to the left of the door leading to the bedroom. Beyond the door, the bedroom was dark, but she saw the edge of the bed and Lockheed’s garment racks, filled with more clothes than Beth possessed in her entire apartment. The bathroom door sat open further to the right, near the entrance hallway. The kitchenette loomed to Sapphire Angel’s right.
She returned her focus to the main room and noticed Lockheed’s briefcase sitting on the easy chair near the television. If Lockheed’s briefcase was here and the room was dark, the FBI woman was asleep or, contrary to her message, out on the town.
Sapphire Angel glided into the room, tiptoeing across the laminate floor toward the bedroom. Two steps into her traverse, a sweet aroma hit her. The smell was like her last visit, only stronger. Perhaps under normal conditions, the effect on her would have been minimal. But with her concussion, the incense hit her like it would hit an ordinary woman, and felt as if someone had blasted a strength-sapping anesthetic into her face.
She teetered on her feet, putting a gloved hand to her blond head and blinking her eyes. Sapphire Angel gritted her teeth. She needed to focus, steady herself, and continue forward. It was just a fragrance, and she wouldn’t be doing anything strenuous — she was only seeing if Lockheed was asleep, and perhaps speaking with her. If the hotel suite was empty, the heroine would gather herself on the patio before making her ascent. She pressed forward.
As she got to the bedroom door, becoming more unsteady and weaker with every step, she peered in, looking to the left of the garment racks. The bed was empty, its covers pulled up.
As she sighed in frustration, a pair of hands came from nowhere, like a lightning bolt. She gasped as the hands seized her upper arms, swinging her sideways and whipping her into the wall next to the television. Her back and head hit the wall with a thud, and those same hands grasped her wrists and pinned them above her head.
“Gotcha,” a female voice hissed, leaning in so close Sapphire Angel felt the attacker’s breath on her neck.
In a normal situation, Sapphire Angel might have thrown off her attacker with a fraction of her strength. In a normal situation, even the burning incense would not have been enough to turn the tide. This was not a normal situation, however. Sapphire Angel was woozy and weakened from her head injury, and had just whacked her head again. The addition of the burning incense was like pouring gasoline onto a small fire, turning it into a raging inferno. The petite woman was completely disoriented and couldn’t free her arms. It was the perfect storm.
With a groan, she tried to focus, but had to clench her eyes shut when her surroundings swirled in a maddening kaleidoscope of light and color. Even with her eyes closed, it was like trying to balance on a surfboard in a stormy sea.
Sapphire Angel was aware of woman’s body pushed up against her, as the larger woman pinned her wrists to the wall. The woman — Lockheed for sure — panted in excitement, and her powerful arms trembled along with the rest of her sculpted body.
“What to do now?” Lockheed purred into Sapphire Angel's ear, leaning in close and taking a sniff of the heroine’s blonde hair where it came over her left ear. Sapphire Angel heard the crunch of leather as Lockheed moved, and felt the smooth and firm material against her when Lockheed leaned in close.
Sapphire Angel tried to push her arms out from the wall, and free herself from Lockheed's grasp, but in her current condition she wasn’t even sure she was pushing in the right direction, or even the same direction with both hands. Even if she were, she possessed only a fraction of her normal strength. Lockheed rebuffed her attempts, pushing her arms back in place, bringing out a short, feminine whimper from the superheroine.
“Now, now,” Lockheed said, her voice sounding more sultry than Sapphire Angel remembered. “This incense works on anyone. Except me, of course. We can’t have you leaving yet. If we’re going to work together, you need to learn who is in charge.”
The superheroine might have shrugged off the incense under normal conditions, but Lockheed didn’t know that. Now she had Sapphire Angel in a helpless position.
Sapphire Angel gasped as Lockheed shifted her hold, pinning both her wrists with one hand and moving her other hand to the heroine’s trim waist. The hand traveled up the heroine’s side and slid around to her flat stomach, just above the top of her white skirt. The heroine could not fight back a whimper of despair as she remained pinned to the wall, struggling in vain. Lockheed slid her hand up Sapphire Angel's chest until she grazed the stunned girl’s breast. The first touch was tentative, before Lockheed cupped Sapphire Angel's breast in one hand, palming it through the smooth material of the costume.
“Unggh… mmmmm…” Lockheed moaned as her entire body trembled. “Exquisite…” her voice trailed off in a groan as she kneaded the shocked heroine’s breast, leaning forward and touching foreheads. Lockheed loomed tall over the petite woman.
This unexpected affront scattered Sapphire Angel’s cognition, perhaps more than her head injury. Lockheed’s assault scrambled her thoughts, as the captive heroine tried to comprehend what was happening. She even was unable to form words of protest.
Lockheed explored her captive’s breast, as if she had never touched one. The entire time, Lockheed moaned and groaned. The dark leather of Lockheed's outfit creaked with her movements, and contrasted with her prisoner’s vibrant, shining outfit. Sapphire Angel could only gasp in shock, before a brief kiss from Lockheed smothered her lips. Sapphire Angel squealed, before Lockheed bit down on the costumed woman’s lower lip, eliciting another shrill whimper.
The larger woman pulled back her head to take in sight of the stunning heroine, whose lithe body was sheathed in her tight costume. The blonde woman's beautiful face wore a blank, shell-shocked look, as her supermodel legs wobbled beneath her.
Lockheed continued to touch the blonde bombshell, but after several moments of moving her hand over the costumed woman's upper body, she took the heroine’s wrists in both hands. Lockheed moaned again upon touching the superheroine’s smooth gloves, and yanked Sapphire Angel sideways toward the bedroom doorway. The stunned superheroine stumbled into place between the door jambs, before she felt rope twirling around her wrists. Lockheed tugged her captive’s bound wrists above her head, forcing the heroine to stand on her tiptoes to relieve the pressure on her wrists and elbows.
Sapphire Angel was aware of Lockheed stepping back, but the dazed heroine couldn’t move away. Lockheed had secured the costumed woman’s wrists over her head, looping the rope over a hook hanging from the header of the door frame. In her weak and disoriented state, Sapphire Angel couldn't leap the several inches it would take to free herself. She maintained her precarious balance, shifting from the tips of her toes on one booted foot to the other.
It was a slow realization in her confused state, but a growing dread filled Sapphire Angel as she realized she was ensnared in the clutches of Olivia Lockheed. The decision to come here tonight was looking worse with every passing second.
Lockheed stepped back, and Sapphire Angel tried to focus her vision. The room was still moving, but she could make out a mischievous smile on the woman’s face, which was hidden by a leather mask. Lockheed rushed forward, slipped past Sapphire Angel, and stood in the doorway behind her. She wrapped both hands around Sapphire Angels’s waist, before moving both hands up her sides and cupping each of the girl’s breasts.
“Oh God…,” Lockheed moaned as she massaged her captive’s firm breasts through the smooth fabric of the iconic costume. Lockheed pulled her hands free, but a moment later Sapphire Angel gasped when Lockheed pushed her hair to the side from behind and fumbled with the clasp holding her costume together at the back of her neck. The superheroine's entire body went rigid when she realized what Lockheed intended to do with her.
“Stop,” Sapphire Angel protested, her voice weak and cracking. This brought out a giggle from Lockheed, who continued to fumble with the clasp.
“This bauble of yours is in the way,” Lockheed said, and a lighting bolt of fear hammered the captive heroine as the woman’s fingers move from the clasp of the costume, to the clasp of her necklace. Seconds passed as Lockheed fumbled with the difficult clasp, mumbling under her breath.
“Tricky little thing,” the woman said, and continued to fumble. Despair flooded through the superheroine, but she could only wait for the inevitable. After almost a minute it happened, and the clasp unlatched and Lockheed slid the necklace from Sapphire Angel’s neck. It was as if a bubble — a bubble of energy — popped and dissipated inside the heroine, seeping out of her body as Lockheed unknowingly stripped her of her powers. She moaned and sagged even further in her bonds.
It was then the heroine realized, contrary to her earlier belief, that the necklace helped with injuries suffered as Beth. If she had been weak before, now it was as if someone had pumped a gallon of anesthesia through her body. Pressure increased in her wrists and shoulders as her legs folded underneath her, leaving her hanging by her bound wrists. Sapphire Angel let out a soft moan as her chin drooped to her chest, sending her hair cascading across her stunning features.
She sensed Lockheed tossing the necklace aside, before the larger woman reached for the clasp of the costume. It seemed like slow motion, but was only seconds before Lockheed unfastened the clasp and pulled the costume forward. She stopped when the dazed captive’s arms blocked further progress. The costume hung loosely against the superheroine’s breasts, held in place by her arms extending through the costume’s arm holes. Lockheed grazed her fingers across Sapphire Angel’s bare back, where the diamond-shaped opening of the costume exposed her flawless skin.
Lockheed put her hands inside the costume at each side of the opening and slid them forward, underneath the fabric of the costume. She stroked the side of Sapphire Angel's breasts, and continued to move forward, until she had cupped the woman’s breasts in her hands underneath the famous costume. Sapphire Angel tensed and let out a quiet moan of protest, but otherwise was too stunned and weak to react.
“You are sensational,” Lockheed groaned. She stood behind Sapphire Angel, with her head above the slumping superheroine’s head, and her arms wrapped around the smaller woman. Lockheed took Sapphire Angel's nipples between the fingertips of her thumb and forefinger on each hand, keeping her palms below the woman’s breasts.
“Wha… what are you doing?” Sapphire Angel gasped as she came to her senses and squirmed under the onslaught. She tensed and let out a quiet moan of protest, as a primal dread invaded her senses, and dark memories cascaded down upon her. Not memories she had experienced as a superheroine, but memories of an event experienced as Beth Harper. Years earlier, a former boyfriend had drugged her so he could satisfy his sexual desires. The devastating experience came rushing back, as if she were reliving it, and paralyzed her almost as much as the loss of her powers.
A moment later, she emitted an involuntary whimper as Lockheed continued massaging her breasts and playing with her nipples. Within seconds, the blonde beauty’s nipples were erect, her body betraying her.
“That’s it, babe,” Lockheed whispered in her ear. “The rest of you will come next, so I can truly be in control. That’s what will happen when I peel this costume off you. The ultimate leverage. The famous Sapphire Angel will be all mine then, won’t she? Let’s get to it.”
Sapphire Angel’s heart pounded as panic filled her, but she saw no way out of the situation. Olivia Lockheed, against all odds, had the superheroine at her mercy.
Other links:
Sapphire Angel, Superheroine (Book 1)
Power Play (Book 2)
Deconstruction (Book 3)
Savage Dawn (this book - Book 4)
What the fu......
Oh. Oh. OH. (looks away and bends over in seat, buries face in hands, and lets out an uncomfortable whimper) What. Wut.
Yep, yep, yep, looks like I was (kind of) right. Dang it! I mean, between Raven Tristan and now Olivia Lockheed, that’s TWO cases of sexual assault where it’s actually been “woman-to-woman”, not “man-to-woman”. In a weird way, I appreciate that you’ve brought attention and awareness to this kind of thing (to show that this CAN happen), but it didn’t make it any less terrifying. Lockheed, girl, you got ISSUES. I get that this all stems from her past and stuff---like, how she was often shunned and isolated for just being female---and, like I said before, she feels the need to assert her authority and believe that she’s on top because of that.
Gotta say, I’m impressed with how you don’t shy away from depicting extremely graphic scenes in novels such as these. I get that Savage Dawn is supposed to represent a more dramatic, high-stakes, risqué turn in the series going forward compared to the first three novels, but oh, boy.....if it wasn’t clear to me before, it certainly is now. And we still have the Savage Gang out there to deal with on top of this crud.....a dark part of me kind of wishes Lockheed DID die in the gun shop attack now. If she could’ve sacrificed herself to get Beth out of the vault in the aftermath---getting her to safety but then dying of excessive smoke inhalation---I feel like that would’ve been an amazing act for her to end on. But no, turns out she’s a leather-strapping, dominating “monstress” anyway.
Don’t get me wrong, I already felt bad for Sapphire going into this, but the reveal that she had suffered a similar incident at the hands of a guy as Beth Harper prior to this only amplified it. I kind of hope this doesn’t go on for as long as Tristan and Valik’s sequences, because oh my God.....come on, Sapphire’s already been through all of that not once, but twice! We can’t seriously be going for a third time around (and maybe a FOURTH time around because of the Savage Gang)!
Maybe Lockheed will get stopped by the police, the Savage Gang, or Beth’s party (Conner, Ethan, Stanley, and Stanley’s wife). (gasp) Maybe the police come slamming on her door, go “FBI, OPEN UP” and then immediately start opening fire after that without even giving her the slimmest of chances to react. Would be accurate to real-life law enforcement! xD
This is making me SO uncomfortable. Like it’s making Sapphire uncomfortable. .....But I’m going to read on anyway, ‘cause I want to see how this all ends. See you on Thursday!