Other links:
Sapphire Angel, Superheroine (Book 1)
Power Play (Book 2)
Deconstruction (Book 3)
Savage Dawn (Book 4)
Savage Vengeance (Book 5 - this story)
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 48
“Hey, Ethan,” Conner Bennet said as he held his phone to his ear with one hand and set his pizza slice on a plate on a coffee table with the other. “Calling to be the peacemaker?”
“Uh, no, Conner. That’s not why I’m calling. We need to talk.”
Conner’s hand tightened around the phone. He could hear the tension in Ethan’s voice.
“What is it, Ethan? Is Beth okay?”
The line was silent.
“Ethan! Is Beth okay?” Conner repeated, raising his voice.
Ethan exhaled before speaking.
“I’m not sure, Conner. That’s why I’m calling. Sapphire Angel headed out to meet Olivia last night. Olivia said she had another lead for finding the gang. Beth hasn’t come back yet.”
“What?!?” Conner yelled. “You’re just calling me now?”
“Stanley has been trying to find her. It’s been… busy here. But we thought maybe Olivia could shed some light on where Beth went, since she may be the last person to have seen Beth. To see Sapphire Angel. That might help us track her down.”
“And you need someone to talk to Olivia — me.”
“Yes, exactly. We need someone who can do it without raising any suspicions. We don’t want to tip off Olivia about Beth’s secret. You seemed like the logical candidate given your… history with Beth and Olivia.”
Conner let out a tension-filled breath. He had dated both women, which seemed odd in retrospect, since they couldn't be more different.
“I’m sure I can figure something out,” he said. “Tell me everything, and I’ll think of a way to bring it up with Olivia.”
“All we know is Sapphire Angel was going to meet Olivia last night. We don’t even know where they were meeting — Beth just texted to say Sapphire Angel was heading downtown to meet Olivia. Stanley didn’t ask her to send the exact location, because it was only a meeting, and he can track Sapphire Angel’s car if he needs to. But the tracker on the car has gone silent. So he’s hacking into security camera footage around the city, and checking in with his contacts, but that could be a long shot. I’m getting into Beth’s laptop so I can take care of providing cover for her at her job.”
“Shit, this is serious if you’re doing that.”
“Just a precaution,” Ethan said, his voice steady. “But we’d feel better if we learned what she was up to, and Olivia might be the best bet. If the meeting happened, Olivia might be the person who last saw Sapphire Angel. And Olivia is still around, because there are reports all over the news about her.”
“Yeah, I saw it,” Conner said. “I’ll get right on it. In case I can’t reach Olivia, send me info on where she’s staying, if Stanley has figured that out.”
The S&M club had been fun for Olivia Lockheed, but she was more eager for what was to come next. She climbed the front stairs of a French Country style home in uptown Harrisburg, unable to take her eyes off the woman two steps in front of her. The woman’s tight, shiny leggings highlighted sculpted leg muscles and buttocks, and Lockheed had already seen the woman from the front, where her clinging silk top accentuated firm breasts, a six-pack stomach, and toned arms. The woman’s build was even more solid than Lockheed’s.
This woman wasn't like Lockheed’s typical conquest. While the FBI agent preferred confident men and women, she usually favored petite women. Until now. Her brief dalliance with Sapphire Angel had stirred a desire for somone with both condidence and physical strength. She would never find someone to match Sapphire Angel, so Lockheed had compromised. This woman wasn’t even blond, but her strength and confidence had been irresistible.
Bridgette was the name the woman had given at the club. Otherwise the woman was a mystery — another attribute Lockheed found intoxicating. This new acquaintance spoke with the slightest hint of an accent — German perhaps — but it was the way she spoke, with a no-nonsense confidence, that intrigued Lockheed.
And there was something familiar about her. Lockheed couldn’t place it, but she felt as if she’d seen Bridgette before. This added to the mystery surrounding the woman, further enticing Lockheed.
Coming here, to Bridgette’s home, was out of character for Lockheed. The FBI agent craved control, and didn’t allow her conquests to dictate the terms of their trysts. But Bridgette had been too enticing to pass up. She was like a Roman sculpture — tall, firm, and solid, with noticeable muscles and an elegant posture. Her face was just as striking, with prominent cheekbones, full lips, and a strong chin. She wore her black hair in a short bob, and her green eyes had captivated Lockheed from the moment the FBI woman had first seen them.
Lockheed was becoming warm under her overcoat as she fantasied about the night ahead. The fantasies were a pleasant distraction, taking her mind off of Maximus Savage, and what he would do to her if she failed to get him the requested information.
Underneath the jacket, Lockheed wore the same leather outfit she had worn the last time she had been this aroused — when she had laid a trap for Sapphire Angel, and groped and almost stripped the superheroine. Underneath the long coat, a tight leather corset clung to her firm body, with laces securing it in the front. It was strapless and cut high, and when she removed the jacket, the corset would reveal strong, bare shoulders, to go with muscular legs sheathed in fishnet stockings, ending with spiked heels on her feet.
The FBI agent slid a hand into her jacket pocket, feeling a cat-tailed whip and handcuffs. She had planned to use the whip on Sapphire Angel, but with those plans dashed by Maximus Savage, she feared she might explode if she didn’t find an outlet soon. Bridgette would be that outlet.
The hardwood floor at the top of the stairs creaked as the two women stepped onto it. Bridgette was otherwise silent as she turned right and marched down a dark hallway toward a door at the end. The hallway was wide, with high molding along the floor and ceiling, and with an alcove on one side filled with boxes. Similar boxes had filled the foyer on the first floor, suggesting Bridgette had recently moved in to this place.
Bridgette paused at the door as Lockheed waited behind her. The woman bent in front of a keypad, tapped in a combination Lockheed couldn’t see, and pushed the door open. She stepped inside, motioning for Lockheed to follow.
Lockheed stepped inside, catching her breath. Moving boxes filled this room, too, and only two other items were in place. One was a bed, covered in red satin sheets, sitting against the far wall. The other was what might have passed for a sawhorse, except for the black fabric and glitter covering it. Lockheed couldn’t miss the straps attached to the sawhorse and to the posts at the four corners of the bed. Bridgette was a kindred spirit.
“Moving in?” Lockheed asked.
Bridgette ignored the question and made it halfway to the bed before turning to face Olivia Lockheed. The dark-haired beauty wore a playful smile, and she turned her head down. She glanced up at Lockheed before looking away.
Lockheed stalked forward, loosening the buttons of her coat before touching the handcuffs in her pocket. The feel of the metal caused her to growl deep in her throat. She reached Bridgette and paused, locking eyes with the taller woman. Lockheed smiled and held Bridgette’s gaze, before putting her hands on the statuesque woman’s shoulders and turning her, forcing Bridgette to face away from her.
“Now you must do as I say,” Lockheed purred into the woman’s ear, taking Bridgette’s wrist with one hand as she slid the handcuffs out of her pocket with her other hand.
With a burst of motion, Bridgette pivoted, spinning and grabbing both of Lockheed’s wrists in one hand, holding them together in front of her with impossible strength. The FBI woman gasped in surprise. With her other hand, Bridgette seized the collar of Lockheed’s overcoat, pulling and twisting, until she spun Lockheed away from her. Lockheed gasped again as Bridgette gave another tug, yanking the jacket down her arms. The garment bunched at her elbows, pinning Lockheed’s arms together behind her back.
“No, you have to do what I say,” Bridgette hissed, and forced Lockheed forward to the sawhorse.
Lockheed stumbled forward, stunned and unable to speak. When she reached the contraption, Bridgette pushed her, forcing the FBI woman to bend at the waist and lean over the sawhorse. The powerful woman kicked Lockheed’s feet apart, and, with almost impossible speed, bent and grabbed the cuffs at the bottom of the contraption, clicking one to each of Lockheed’s ankles.
“Stop!” Lockheed yelped, finally finding her voice. She was supposed to be the one in control.
Bridgette rose and came into view in front of Lockheed, revealing a collar in her hand. A chain ran from the collar to the floor. In the blink of an eye, and with a flick of the wrist, the collar was around the FBI agent’s neck, and a split second later Bridgette was pulling the chain, forcing Lockheed to bend even further over the sawhorse, which pressed against her midsection.
Bridgette had turned the tables in a matter of seconds. Lockheed’s ankles were cuffed to the horse, and she was bent over the contraption at the waist, with a chain running from the collar to an eyebolt on the floor. Her arms were still bunched up behind her in the jacket.
“What… what are you doing?” Lockheed stammered.
“Exactly what you want me to do,” Bridgette replied, moving out of Lockheed’s sightline.
“No!” Lockheed protested. “This is not what I want!”
“So you think,” Bridgette said. “Even more satisfying for me when I chalk up another victory.”
“A victory?”
“Yes, a victory, when I make your body hit that peak, and show you that this is, in fact, what you want. Despite what your mind thinks.”
“I should be doing this to you, not vice versa!” Lockheed said, trying to force urgency into her words but failing.
Bridgette didn’t reply, and several seconds passed. Lockheed strained her neck as much as the collar allowed, trying to catch sight of her captor. Bridgette stood a few feet in front of her, looking down at her phone with a frown on her face. An indignant annoyance arose in Lockheed, much to her own surprise. Bridgette was more focused on her phone than on her helpless captive.
“Your phone is more interesting than me?” Lockheed asked, impatience in her voice. “What are you looking at?”
Anger flared across Bridgette’s face as she glanced up at Lockheed, but a moment later, the dark-haired woman smiled.
“I have somewhere I have to go,” Bridgette said. “But first, I need to teach you not to interest yourself in my business. And I need to get that victory I mentioned.”
She tossed her phone onto the bed and moved behind Lockheed. She slid the jacket from the FBI woman’s arms before grabbing her wrists with one hand. Lockheed tried pulling her arms apart, but Bridgette’s strength was overwhelming, and within seconds the dark-haired woman had slapped handcuffs on Lockheed’s wrists, cuffing her arms behind her back.
Without her jacket, Lockheed wore only her black leather corset, fishnets, and heels. She felt a slight breeze move through the room, but it wasn’t cold. Or, if it was cold, she was too warm to notice. While she enjoyed being in control, this was… different. To her great surprise, she was aroused. But she didn’t think this was what Bridgette meant when using the word "victory." Bridgette planned to take her the entire way. Lockheed swallowed hard. This would be new to her.
She craned her head again, trying to catch sight of Bridgette. The dark-haired woman had removed her pants and shirt, revealing a black bodysuit, cut like a strapless swimsuit, leaving her arms, legs, and shoulders bare. Her firm body was even more glorious than before. In her hand, she held Lockheed’s whip.
Bridgette leaned in, speaking in a firm voice.
“Let’s get this party started.”
Conner dialed Lockheed’s phone number and waited, cursing a few seconds later when his call went into her voicemail. After her curt greeting, he left a message.
“Olivia, this is Conner. Call me when you get a chance. I heard a rumor involving you, and it piqued my curiosity. I want to ask you about it.”
He ended the call and burst up from his sofa, running a hand through his hair.
“Damn it!” he exclaimed.
This was exactly what he had feared, and why he and Beth had argued. The worst possible thoughts raced through his mind — Beth was dead, or in the hands of the Savage Gang, having horrible things happen to her. She was probably fine, but he kept imagining the worst. And he would continue to imagine the worst until she turned up safe.
He would only give it a few minutes. If Olivia didn’t call him back soon, he’d go to her hotel. Ethan had sent him the hotel and room number. He could figure out an excuse for his visit on the way.
Other links:
Sapphire Angel, Superheroine (Book 1)
Power Play (Book 2)
Deconstruction (Book 3)
Savage Dawn (Book 4)
Savage Vengeance (Book 5 - this story)
Awww, that’s nice that Conner still cares about Beth and what happens to her even though they’ve been through some rather rough patches. Maybe a small part of him still acknowledges that she “saved” him, in part, from whatever Lockheed had going on during the time that SHE and Conner were in a relationship, and now would be a great time to return the favor for that…..? I honestly half-thought that Conner wasn’t going to be much help at all in this second half; I thought he’d have been all like “I had terrible experiences with both Beth and Lockheed, and now you want me to talk to the latter to have a chance at rescuing the former? Yeah, no, you and Stanley are on your own, nuts to you, and have a good day, sir!” …..You know, something along those lines. And then he’d go back to eating his pizza slice in indignation. Then again, it’d make sense that he’d still be against the Savage Gang (you’d either have to be a loon or forcibly coerced in order to side with them), so maybe a part of him is more “anti-Savage Gang” rather than “save Beth”? If he really does still like her, though, that’d be a relationship among relationships, and I’d officially envy him for his patience.
That whole sequence with Lockheed and Bridgette kind of came out of the blue, but oh my gosh, it felt SO cathartic to finally have Lockheed on the receiving end of whatever the heck she had tried to do to Sapphire multiple times up until this point. I don’t know if Bridgette’s set to be a major character for the second half or if she’s like another Ted from “Deconstruction”, but at any rate, I think she really inspired some, uhhh….. “change” in Lockheed’s point of view.
Speaking of which, could you imagine how awkward it’d be if Lockheed and Bridgette were in the middle of playing around, and then Lockheed’s phone suddenly goes to speaker and Conner started talking through it? So both Lockheed and Bridgette could hear? That’d have been hilarious. …..Maybe Bridgette’s ANOTHER Savage Gang mole or something. Savage’s secret enforcer sent to keep an eye on Olivia Lockheed while she’s away from the Gang’s hideouts/bases.
I hope they’re able to find Beth soon. But, oh man…..if they get there and they’re too late, only seeing her back in her costume in all her glory and surrounded by Augustus Bell, motionless Savage Gang members, and the unconscious Cobras…..that’d be amazing.
Keeping things here!