Standing in her bathroom she shook her long black hair down from the tight bun she wore every day, it spilling down to the wonderful curve of her toned ass cheeks. Pulling the black glass off she stepped into the shower letting the steamy hot water wash away a day of students, faculty, and parents from her beautiful body.
Sensually her well-manicured hands washed her trim, toned, sexy body. The hot water and soap felt wonderful on her beautiful body after the day. Betty took extra time washing her abnormally large breasts. Abnormal for a woman of only five foot three and one hundred and twenty pounds.
Oh god, he was writing about me! He had my weight almost right. I was one-thirty. My hair, every detail. I drove a Maxima and want a Z when they came out. I’d been saving for one. I pulled up the Stats document and sure enough, he had mine down. Along with Amelia… Shit, he literally described Miss Thompson. Then Timothy. I was sure that was him… Shit if this was right no wonder his jeans were full last night. I was almost mad… No, I wasn’t… I was curious. I had to read more.
Dry and standing in front of the antique dresser in her room she looked at her body in its mirror. The bruise on her ribs almost healed from Saturday night’s activities.
Long hair up in a ponytail she put her contacts in, applied her makeup, then talcum powder to her body. The powder would help when putting her second set of work clothes on. The black latex that had become her signature look. The black latex that the criminal underworld had come to fear.
The average man saw the most beautiful blue-eyed woman in the world in tight latex with breasts that defied the norm and even gravity itself when they stood straight out bouncing with her walk. Criminals on the other hand knew the rumors of how this Goddess Vigilante took out the trash.
Bouncing Black Betty had taken down a mob boss, and two corrupt city councilmen and now had her sights set on Mayor Teddy Burnside.
I stopped reading to get a glass of chilled wine. Maybe this story wasn’t as bad as I was afraid of. While filling my glass any anger I had went away. It was obvious to me he was using the picture as inspiration for his story.
Back in front of the PC with my wine, I picked up reading the story.
Inside her useless ex-husband’s office, Betty pulled a book called Lying Ass Cheater forward on the shelf causing the bookcase to slide open presenting a spiraling staircase.
I had to stop and laugh reading that part…
Coming down the stairs her young, beautiful assistant Amelia stood with a clipboard waiting on Betty. “How’s our guest today, Miss Thompson?”
“He has been fed and had two I.V.’s. He is ready for your torture session. Shall I give you an hour and order Thai tonight?”
Betty smiled at her young assistant. “Yes, Thai sounds lovely.”
“Don’t forget your handcuffs,” Amelia said handing the black cuffs to Betty.
While Amelia went upstairs Betty sat in front of the monitors watching her captive. While she could find no dirt on him, he was privy to the mayor’s meetings and would be a wealth of information. So far, he had endured three days of torture. He would break. They all do.
Betty looked over his file again. Timothy had a business degree from the University of Theophilus. Local, home-grown boy. He’d been a high school football star who’d gotten a full-ride scholarship.
Sipping my wine. He’d worked with Miss Thompson on the story. Maybe that is why she edited it. Still, he was… Shit, I can’t be mad. He has himself in it also. Apparently, he is a good guy in a bad situation about to be tortured.
Betty watched the monitors again seeing him laying on the narrow unpadded bench. Four steel rings bolted to the floor kept his hand and feet stretched tight at all times. Anytime he had to eat Amelia would give him a tranquilizer that wore off in only a few minutes and left no harmful side effects. He would awake feet still chained out and hands cuffed together. He was allowed nutrition and fluids. He’d need those to endure the torture. Especially the fluids.
Too bad he was an employee of a bad guy Betty thought looking at the cameras. He was a handsome young man. Six foot three and all muscle. Especially that muscle that lay hanging between his nude thighs.
Tonight, she would break him. She knew he was on the verge. Standing Betty walked down the small dark corridor, her heels clicking on the concrete floor, opening his cell.
Raising his head, he saw the gorgeous brunette that was his captor. She had to be the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. The eye mask hid some of her face, but her blue eyes held him captive alone. “Please I have nothing to do with the mayor’s activities you seek. Let me go. I won’t say a word.”
Betty stood silently looking at his naked body. She felt her own body responding to his. Something that had never happened when she’d tortured the others.
“Please!” He begged again.