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Falcon and Domino Ch. 01

By: Willow_Creek



From his desk inside the office of The Daily Chronicle, reporter Dirk Peterson gazed at his screen. There had recently been reports of robberies committed by a scantily dressed woman. They had all been on convenience stores and other soft targets. No one had been hurt, but they were still crimes nonetheless. She had been nicknamed Domino, as she always left a domino tile as her calling card. So far the police had failed to catch her. Dirk knew that if she wasn't apprehended soon, she would continue committing petty crimes, and being a nuisance to society. His sources told him that she was operating from a disused warehouse in the red-light district, and he felt that the police needed help.

In his apartment that evening, Dirk's mind wandered as he thought about Domino. When darkness fell he removed his shirt and looked in the mirror at his chiselled face and muscular torso. He undressed before taking a chest from the wardrobe. From the chest he removed a bright red leotard and red tights, which he put on. The skin-tight lycra accentuated all of his muscular bulges. He then pulled on a pair of thick black trunks, leather knee-length boots and gauntlets. He clipped his bulky utility belt around his waist, and placed his stun gun in the holster. Finally, he pulled a black hood over his head. Falcon – the city's fearless crimefighter - was ready for action.

When Falcon arrived in the red-light district, he saw a small group of nightladies. Falcon and these prostitutes knew each other well, for he had been responsible for apprehending most of them and handing them to the police. As he emerged from an alley, one of the nightladies approached him in a threatening manner. Although, when she saw his red and black costume, she retreated sheepishly, for he was someone she feared.

Falcon reached the warehouse and found the door locked, which he felt was suspicious for a disused building. He took an electronic keypad from his utility belt, and placed it over the door lock. Lights on the keypad flashed rapidly, before a click told him the door was now unlocked. Once inside, Falcon found himself in a dimly lit corridor, leading to a room at the end. As he walked slowly along the corridor, he removed his stun gun, and held it firmly. When he reached the room, he saw that it contained a wooden table and a chair, with someone sitting with their back to him. As he entered, a floorboard creaked, causing his quarry to stand up quickly and face him. He saw that she was wearing a skimpy black dress, with a silver belt. Her arms were adorned with long black gloves, and she wore sheer black tights and black thigh-length boots. She had short blonde hair, with a black mask covering her eyes. 

'Domino, I presume,' he said. Even though he couldn't fully see her face, he realised that she was an attractive young woman. 

'Don't hurt me,' she said, with a tremor in her voice.

'I'm not going to hurt you. But the police will want to speak to you,' he said. 'Hold out your hands.'

She obeyed instantly and Falcon clamped a pair of handcuffs on her wrists. He noticed that her belt contained small pockets, similar to his utility belt. Her reached into one pocket and took out a domino tile.

'You won't need this anymore. I'll keep this as a souvenir of my conquest,' he said triumphantly, as he put the tile in his own utility belt.

'Please don't turn me in to the police,' she said, weakly. 

'Tell it to the judge,' he retorted.

'Do you always wear that stupid costume and mask?' she said, in a more defiant tone.

'My mask protects my true identity. I've captured many villains over the years, and no one has ever seen my face.'

With Domino handcuffed and unable to resist, Falcon allowed his eyes to wander over her body. The heels of her boots concealed her true height, although she had shapely thighs and a slender waist. He also couldn't help notice her ample breasts beneath her dress. He desperately wanted to see her face, and knew there was no reason why he couldn't unmask her. After all, the police would do it when they arrested her.

'It's time to see your beautiful face,' he said, as he grabbed the side of her mask. 'Ready or not, it's coming off. Three.'

'No,' she protested.

'Two.'

'Please,' she pleaded. 'Not my mask.'

'One,' he said. He was about to remove her mask, when she took a deep breath, causing her breasts to rise inside her low cut dress. Falcon removed his hands and leered at her cleavage. He knew that there was nothing to prevent him from touching her breasts. She could hardly complain to the police, as they wouldn't believe a criminal's word against that of a respected crimefighter. He had never taken advantage of any of the nightladies, but this was different. This was an attractive woman. He placed his hands on the top of her dress.

'I wouldn't do that if I were you,' she said.

'Just try and stop me,' he said, as he pulled on her dress. Suddenly, he felt a jet of gas spraying into his eyes, and fell to his knees in pain.

'I warned you not to do that,' she said. 'You've just triggered my 'booby trap'. That gas won't harm you, but it will paralyse you for a few minutes.'

Domino reached into his utility belt for the key to the handcuffs and freed herself. She adjusted her dress, before removing his gauntlets and snapping the handcuffs on his wrists. She then grabbed a control pad and lowered a hook from a winch on the ceiling. She attached the hook onto the handcuffs before raising it again, pulling his arms above his head, and then lifting him up from his knees until only the tips of his boots were touching the floor.

After a couple of minutes, Falcon felt the effects of the gas wear off. He tugged at his handcuffs, but knew he couldn't break the shackles. Domino reached into his utility belt to retrieve her domino tile.

'I'll have that back,' she said. 'And I'll take a souvenir of my own,' as she unclipped his utility belt. Falcon was now fully alert, and aware that he was now the one who was helpless and had been disarmed. Domino stood behind him and placed her fingers on his neck. Slowly she ran them down his back, feeling his muscles beneath the skin-tight leotard. When she reached his waist, she placed her thumbs under the waistband of his trunks. She then pulled them down to his ankles, before effortlessly taking them off his dangling feet.

Domino stood in front of him and dangled his trunks tantalisingly on her finger. Falcon felt an erection forming and was aware that his tights alone offered little protection to his modesty. Domino saw the throbbing bulge in his tights, and gasped.

'Do I excite you Falcon? Don't worry, it can be our little secret,' she said, as she stroked his chin with her finger. 'You came here tonight to capture and unmask me. But I've captured you, and now it's time for me to unmask you.' She placed her hands under his hood. 'Ready or not, it's coming off.'

'No! Please don't do that,' he pleaded. Domino simply smiled at him, before casually peeling off his hood and dropping it onto the floor. Falcon's true identity had finally been revealed by an opponent.

'You're such a handsome man Falcon. It's a shame to hide your face,' she said. Falcon felt helpless as he dangled, wearing only his red lycra costume and boots. He felt exposed and humiliated.

'Let me go now Domino,' he said. 'You've got what you wanted.'

'There's one more thing I want from you,' she said. With a pair of scissors, she cut away his leotard from the waist upwards exposing his chest. She then placed two clamps on his nipples, which made him wince. 'Swear your devotion to serve me,' she said.

'No,' he replied defiantly. Domino turned the clamps, causing him to yell in pain.

'Say you'll be my servant!'

'Never!' 

Domino hesitated. Her attempts to break him were not working. She knew she had to try something else. If pain didn't work, then pleasure would. Using the scissors, she cut his tights around each knee, before making a cut up each leg to his waistband. Falcon knew what was about to happen, but was unable to resist as she snipped the elastic and pulled the shredded lycra away, leaving him fully exposed. Domino stood back and stared at his erect cock.

Without saying a word, she removed her gloves and stood behind him, taking hold of his cock. She then started to lightly tap it with her fingers ensuring that he remained erect. With a firm grip, Domino began to move her hand up and down his shaft, increasing her speed then slowing again. She continued to stimulate him for several minutes until his gasps told her that he was reaching a climax. She then quickly released her hand, aware that she had brought him back from the point of no return. She repeated this several times and knew that she had complete control over his cock. He desperately wanted to be released from the tension that had built up in his groins.

'Please Domino,' he pleaded.

'Do you swear to serve me?' she said, as she continued to stimulate him.

'Yes,' he replied, unable to resist any longer. 'I promise to serve you,'

'That's what I wanted to hear,' she said, as she increased the pace, and this time she didn't stop. Falcon was now unable to control himself and ejaculated into the air, crying out in pleasure as he did so. When he finished, Domino released his handcuffs, and Falcon fell to his knees. She stood in front of him in a haughty pose. 'You're now my servant. Show me your loyalty by kissing my boots.'

Falcon was now so weak that he had no choice but to comply. Slowly he started kissing the toe of her boot, working his way up to her thigh, before moving his lips back down again. He repeated this with her other boot, until she told him to stop. Slowly he stood up and looked at her. This petty criminal had turned the tables on him. She had overpowered him, unmasked him, stripped him and finally milked him. She led him to the door and opened it.

'Go now, and don't return,' she commanded. As Falcon staggered out into the alley, he knew he would need time to think of a way to rectify what had happened tonight. He had arrived earlier that evening as a fearless, costumed crimefighter. Yet now he was leaving, wearing only his boots, and with his flaccid cock dangling in the cold night air.

Falcon and Domino Ch. 02



In the lounge of the Grand Hotel, reporter Dirk Peterson gazed at the other guests. He noted the occasional casual tourist mingling amongst the smartly dressed corporate guests, and figured it was a typical Friday afternoon in the hotel. He had been sent by his newspaper, The Daily Chronicle, to interview property magnate Aaron Lansdown about his proposed new development. Dirk knew that Lansdown wanted to build homes and offices in the old part of town that was now a red-light district, occupied by winos and prostitutes.

As he adjusted his shirt collar, Dirk thought about his alter ego – a costumed crimefighter called Falcon. For years, Falcon had patrolled the mean city streets and apprehended petty criminals and persistent prostitutes, known locally as nightladies. Yet a month ago something had happened that had shaken him badly. He had entered an abandoned warehouse in the red-light district to apprehend a new female criminal called Domino. What should have been a straightforward task had turned into a disaster of epic proportions. He had underestimated Domino, who had trapped him and unmasked him. Dirk had expected her to trace him and either blackmail him, or reveal his true identity to the criminal underworld. Yet she had seemingly disappeared into nowhere. He was relieved of this, as she had also stripped him and violated his body in a humiliating way. Dirk had decided that it would be best if Falcon kept a low profile for a while – or maybe permanently.

His mind returned to the present when he saw two people walking towards him. The first was a large, middle-aged man, with a crew cut and wearing an expensive suit. Aaron Lansdown was instantly recognisable, although beside him was an attractive young woman with long black hair. She was wearing a smart blue jacket and skirt, and looked every inch a business woman. Dirk offered his hand to Lansdown who shook it with a firm grip.

'A pleasure to meet you Mr Peterson,' he said. 'This is my assistant, Miss Sadie Newman.' With the pleasantries over, they sat down and Lansdown wasted little time, as he spoke about his frustration with the delays over his new development. 'I'm desperate for work to start soon. This is a multi-million dollar project. It will provide homes and jobs for many people. The only thing standing in the way are the local winos and whores who are squatting on my land. They're intimidating my workers who are refusing to go there. Do you understand my frustration Mr Peterson?' Lansdown said, as he banged his hand on the table, causing other guests to look at him.

'I understand perfectly well Mr Lansdown,' Dirk replied. For the remainder of the interview, Lansdown made his feelings clear.

'The cops are useless,' he said. 'Whenever they arrest and charge a whore, they're out again after a few hours and causing more trouble.

'I'm sure the police are doing their best, but they have to work within the constraints of the law,' said Dirk. Without warning, Lansdown made a comment that surprised Dirk.

'What about Falcon? I hear he's a mysterious crimefighter, who catches criminals single-handedly.' 

'I heard that he's just a fruitcake in a costume, who performs citizen's arrests on prostitutes,' he said, ensuring that he maintained an appearance of having little knowledge of his alter ego. 

'Maybe,' said Lansdown. 'But I wish the cops or Falcon would just go in there and get rid of these criminals for good. I'd like to take a bulldozer, and go in there myself to clear them out.'

'I'm sure you don't mean that Mr Lansdown.'

'I certainly do, Mr Peterson.' It was clear to Dirk that Lansdown was very angry about the delays. The interview ended with Dirk giving the property tycoon his assurances.

'I'll send my report to my editor. The Daily Chronicle likes to support businesses like yours.' They shook hands and Lansdown and his assistant left. Once they were gone, Dirk typed his report on his laptop and emailed it to his editor. It was now late afternoon and he would finish early for the weekend. He was about to leave when he heard a voice behind him.

'Do you mind if I join you?' Dirk turned around to see Sadie Newman had returned. He gestured for her to sit down, and ordered two coffees. She sat opposite him and crossed her legs. Dirk found his eyes wandering to them, before he averted his gaze quickly.

'Your boss is a very determined man,' he said.

'He's used to getting his way. He's also interested in making money for his shareholders,' she replied. 

'This new project means a lot to him. I can see that it will provide homes and jobs for local people.'

'Some local people,' she said. 'It will consist mainly of luxury apartments and offices for large corporate companies, so Mr Lansdown will make a lot of money.'

'What about you Sadie? Do you share his ambitions?'

'I'd like to see Mr Lansdown's new development built soon. If he's happy, then it would make me happy.' She replied. The conversation changed to more light-hearted matters. As he gazed into her eyes, Dirk realised that he found her very attractive.

'I know a nice restaurant nearby. Would you like to go to dinner tomorrow night?' he asked.

On hearing this, Sadie smiled. 'I'd love to.' They exchanged phone numbers and arranged to meet at the restaurant the following evening.

When Dirk arrived at his apartment, he found that he was unable to stop thinking about Sadie. He recalled how she wanted to see her boss's building project start soon. This could only happen once the nightladies had left. It was clear to him that Domino was protecting the nightladies. Dirk realised that if Domino was captured, then the nightladies would be weakened. The police could arrest the ringleaders, and the others would flee, leaving the area clear for Aaron Lansdown's construction workers to move in and demolish the site. All he needed to do was to capture Domino. He could write a report for his newspaper, and take a copy to show Sadie when he met her. That would certainly impress her. He hadn't succeeded capturing Domino the first time, but he would be stronger and better prepared the next time.

Dirk removed a phial of green liquid from his fridge and examined it. On his first encounter with Domino, she had gained the upper hand by spraying knockout gas in his face. The following day, Dirk had visited a biologist friend of his, who had taken a blood sample from him. He had then used this to develop a serum which would act as an antidote for the gas. Dirk removed the top from the phial and swallowed the serum in one gulp. Domino wouldn't overpower him again.

From his wardrobe he removed a box which contained his spare costume. Domino had destroyed or confiscated his original one, but he had the foresight to have a duplicate one to wear. He undressed and pulled on his red lycra leotard and tights, which showed every inch of his toned body. He then put on his black trunks, boots, gauntlets and utility belt with his reserve stun gun. Finally he placed his black hood over his head. Falcon was back and ready to go after Domino.

He opened the rear window and climbed onto the fire escape, and into the dark alley below. From there he walked briskly through the abandoned alleys until he reached the arches, which signalled the boundary to the red-light district. As Falcon approached Domino's lair, he saw several nightladies standing around waiting for passing trade. When they saw him, they stared at him nervously.

'On your way ladies,' he said. 'I haven't come for you tonight.' The nightladies hurried away, leaving Falcon alone at the door of Domino's lair. He quickly unlocked it with his electronic keypad, and entered the warehouse. Once again he found himself standing in a corridor which led to a room at the end. 

With his stun gun held firmly in his hand, Falcon made his way to the room where he found a wooden chair and large table. He also saw a life-size mannequin, similar to the ones used in department stores. It was modelling his original hood, gauntlets, trunks and utility belt. He remembered that Domino had kept them as souvenirs after she had stripped him. He heard footsteps and hid behind the door, just as Domino entered. He recognised her short blonde hair and saw that she was wearing the same skimpy black dress, with long gloves and thigh-high boots. She approached the mannequin and adjusted the hood, before rubbing its groin area. Falcon stepped forward and pointed his stun gun at her. 'Enjoy it while you can, because you'll never touch the real thing again,' he said, causing her to turn around quickly. She was wearing her black mask over her eyes.

'Falcon,' she said, clearly startled. 'I didn't expect you to return here again.'

'I've come to take you in,' he replied. 'Although I didn't expect to find such a bizarre sight.'

'It's my toy,' she said, as she started to caress the mannequin. 'It reminds me of my conquest of you. He's not yet fully dressed, but I see you're wearing a new costume tonight. So, remove your costume for me.'

Falcon raised his stun gun to her face. 'This stun gun fires an electric current which disrupts voluntary control of muscles causing neuromuscular incapacitation. It results in strong involuntary muscle contractions, rendering the victim motionless for up to an hour. That's long enough for me to carry your pretty little body over my shoulder, and to the nearest police station. I'm the smoothest crimefighter in town, and much too strong for you.'

Domino remained unmoved. 'Smoothest crimefighter? The last time you were here, you swore that you would always serve me. I recall that you enjoyed having a powerful woman control you. So I'll ask you again. Remove your costume!'

Falcon grabbed her shoulder and turned her around, pushing her head first against the wall. He pulled her arms behind her, and snapped his handcuffs on her wrists. He turned her around again to face him. 'You're in no position to make demands Domino. What happened last time will never happen again. You can be sure of that.'

'I'll ask you one last time,' she said calmly. 'Remove your costume now, or you'll suffer.'

'I'm taking you in. But first I'm going to get my revenge and strip you naked.' He took hold of the top of her dress and tugged it, causing a jet of gas to spray into his face. Domino smiled, as Falcon blinked, although her smile disappeared when he remained standing in front of her. He reached between her cleavage and pulled out a small tube and canister. 'Your knockout gas won't work this time,' he said, as he turned her around again and pushed her face against the wall. 'Let's see what other weapons this dress hides.'

Falcon grabbed the zip at the top of her back and unzipped her to her waist. He tore the shoulder straps and pulled her dress down to her ankles, before taking it. When he examined it, he saw several concealed tubes and wires on the inside.

'Quite a weapon you were wearing,' he said, as he turned her around again to face him. He saw that she was wearing a black lacy bra and panties. She was also wearing sheer black stockings, held up with a suspender belt. At the top of one of her stockings was a small gun in a holster. Falcon reached down to unclip the holster, and allowed his hand to stroke her thigh. He gasped as he felt her warm, soft flesh. He raised his hand and brushed it against her lacy panties. 'What have we in here?' he said sarcastically, before lifting his hand to gently stroke her bra which held her ample breasts. 'It's time for me to release these,' he added. 'Now what shall I remove first? Bra or panties? Either way, I'm going to enjoy stripping you.'

'Why are you still wearing a mask?' she asked. 'You know that I unmasked you the last time you were here. It was really easy. It was so easy for me to peel it off. So easy for me to expose your handsome face. You have no more secrets from me. I've seen everything you have. So why do you still wear that stupid mask?' Falcon hesitated on hearing this. She was mocking him, and making him angrier.

'I remember,' he said. 'So before I undress you, I'm going to unmask you and see your pretty face.'

'No! Don't touch my mask!' she screamed.

'Too late,' said Falcon. But when he placed his fingers under the side of her mask, he felt an electric shock which ran through his body. He felt himself being thrown back against the foot of the table, which broke his fall. Falcon tried to move his arms, but they were completely numb. He tried to raise his legs, but was also unable to lift them. He realised that he had been paralysed.

'I warned you not to touch my mask,' said Domino. 'Don't worry. It's not permanent. My mask may be smaller than your stun gun, but you've just touched the sensors that have the same effect. You'll be able to move your muscles in a while, but until then you're incapacitated.' 

Domino grappled in his utility belt for the handcuff key and freed herself. She placed her hand on his chest, and pushed his torso flat onto the table. She then grabbed his arms and pulled him, until his whole body was lying face up on the table. He saw her standing over him, still in her underwear.

'When will you learn?' she said. Falcon was unable to speak, as the electric shock had rendered his jaws incapable of movement. She touched the mannequin. 'My toy is only half dressed. It's time he had some more clothes. Domino placed her hands on his boot and tugged until it slid off his foot. She repeated this with his other boot. She then stroked the soles of his stockinged feet with a metal rod, only to find that there was no reaction. This confirmed to her that he was incapable of any reflex actions. 'You didn't answer my question. I asked why you were still wearing a mask. There's not much point, when I've already unmasked you once before.' Falcon knew that she was deliberately humiliating him. 'I don't see any need for this,' she said, as she casually removed his mask. She repeated this with his gauntlets, utility belt and trunks, until he was wearing only his leotard and tights. 

Falcon tried to move his arms, but realised that he couldn't raise them. Domino opened a cupboard and placed her damaged dress inside. She put on a white medical coat, and replaced her black gloves with latex surgical gloves. 

'I warned you that you would be punished if you didn't remove your costume when I told you to,' she said. 'So now Doctor Domino will perform the procedure.'

Falcon again tried to move, but his muscles would not respond. From a drawer in the table, Domino produced a wet flannel and started to dab Falcon's chin and neck. She then applied a generous amount of shaving foam, before taking a razor which she held to his throat. Falcon remained motionless, as she proceeded to shave his stubble until he was smooth. When she had finished, she rubbed scented aftershave cream on his neck.

Domino took a step back and smiled. Without saying a word, she carefully peeled off his leotard and repeated the process as she shaved the hairs from his neck to his navel. Finally, she rolled down and removed his tights. Falcon was now completely naked and at the mercy of his captor again. Domino smiled at him. 'I still have some shaving foam left,' she said. 'It would be a shame to waste it.' Falcon could only look on in horror, as she covered his genitals with foam. Then with the razor, she slowly started to shave from his navel downwards. Falcon closed his eyes, desperately wanting her to stop, but Domino continued meticulously until she had shaved every pubic hair from his body. When she finished, she lifted his limp cock to inspect her work, before removing her gloves and white coat. She then sat on the chair next to Falcon's motionless body, and placed her hand around his flaccid cock.

Slowly she stroked his cock with her finger tips and found there was no reaction. Falcon lay on the table unable to speak or move. He knew what she was doing, but could feel no sensational. Domino continued to stimulate him, until eventually when the effects of the paralysis began to wear off, he was able to feel her delicate hand movements on his cock. Within seconds Domino found that she was holding his fully erect cock in her hand. This forewarned her that he would soon be able to move his limbs. Domino stood back as Falcon pulled himself up from the table, but he was still weak, and fell onto his knees in front of her.

'Once again you're kneeling before me,' she said. 'You know what to do now.' Unable to summon the strength to resist, Falcon kissed the toe of her boot and worked his way to top and down again, before repeating it with her other boot. Eventually she told him to stop as he pulled himself wearily to his feet. He was able to walk, but too weak to fight her. Domino led him to the door and opened it. She gazed at his shaved genitals and smiled. 'You really are the smoothest crimefighter in town.'

Falcon staggered outside to find that it was now raining lightly. He had entered Domino's lair looking for revenge, but she had outsmarted him again. Falcon knew that he would have to find another way to defeat her. But that would be another day. Now all he wanted to do was to get home without being seen by anyone.



Falcon and Domino Ch. 03



When reporter Dirk Petersen awoke that Saturday morning, he immediately thought about his date that evening. He had arranged to meet Sadie Newman, the assistant of property magnate Aaron Lansdown, who he had interviewed a few days earlier. He climbed out of bed and was shocked when he looked down at his body. The previous evening, Dirk's alter ego, Falcon - a costumed crimefighter, had been captured by a sexy femme fatale called Domino. She had paralysed him and shaved off all his pubic hair as an act of humiliation. For many years, Falcon had captured petty criminals in the city. Yet twice in recent weeks, he had attempted to capture Domino, but was tricked by her booby traps. On both occasions she had unmasked him and violated his body.

During the day Dirk forgot about Domino, as he prepared for the evening. When the time arrived, he slipped on a smart shirt and jacket, and caught a cab to the bistro. Moments later, Sadie arrived and they were led to their table. Sadie was wearing a stylish silver dress and matching sandals, and Dirk thought she looked beautiful as she subconsciously ran her fingers through her long black hair.

The conversation started lightly, as they got to know one another. 'What made you want to be a reporter?' Sadie asked.

'I guess I'm just interested in the news,' Dirk replied. 'What made you want to work for Mr Lansdown?'

'I didn't,' Sadie said. 'I grew up in a small town in the Midwest, and moved to the big city to attend university. I studied science, but when I graduated I found myself working for Mr Lansdown's company by chance.'

Throughout the evening, they exchanged stories and it was clear to Dirk that he had strong feelings for her, and suspected she felt the same way about him. At the end of the evening, they caught a cab to Sadie's apartment and stood on the doorstep.

'I've really enjoyed this evening,' she said, and Dirk noticed that she looked even more beautiful when she smiled. 

'So have I. Can we see each other again?'

'I'd love to,' she replied, and they arranged to meeting the following Tuesday. Sadie kissed him on the cheek, just before she entered her apartment.

Dirk spent the next few days constantly thinking about her. During the following three weeks they saw each other several times, and on the Friday evening arranged to visit a trendy cocktail bar. Dirk sat alone in the bar wearing his best shirt, and wondering when their relationship would move on to the next level. He then noticed Sadie arrive, wearing a green halter-neck dress, which accentuated her figure.

'Hi,' she said. 'I'd like an orgasm tonight.'

'What?' he said, unable to contain his surprise.

'An orgasm. It's my favorite cocktail.'

Dirk laughed at Sadie's delft humour. 'Then I'll make sure you have an orgasm, and there's nothing I like more than a slippery nipple in my hand.'

Sadie laughed. 'Maybe later you'll have an erection,' she said, as the bartender handed them their drinks. 

It was almost midnight when they left and took a cab to Sadie's apartment, where she invited Dirk in. As they sat on her couch, Sadie placed her arms around his neck and started kissing him passionately. She undid his buttons, removed his shirt and stroked his chest. Dirk unzipped her dress, and as she slipped it off, he saw that she was wearing a white silk padded bra, which enhanced her petite breasts. He was about to unclasp her bra, when she pulled away suddenly.

'I'm sorry Dirk,' she said. 'I'm not ready for this tonight.

'What's wrong?'

'It's my job. Mr Lansdown is unbearable to work for at the moment. He's so angry about the delays with his development project in the red-light district.'

'I'm sure it will start soon,' Dirk reassured her.

'But Mr Lansdown is so impatient. He even employed a private detective to investigate the area. Apparently the prostitutes are being protected by some guy called Domino. The cops have no knowledge of him and nothing to work on. Mr Lansdown is considering offering a reward for his capture.'

'The police can't accept rewards,' said Dirk. 'They're public servants.'

'Mr Lansdown knows about a crimefighter called Falcon, and is hoping he will help.'

Dirk laughed. 'I hear he's just a fruitcake in a fancy costume.'

'I don't know. But until the building project begins, Mr Lansdown is making me so unhappy.'

Sadie apologised and Dirk reluctantly put on his shirt and left shortly afterwards, agreeing to meet her again next week. When Dirk arrived home, he re-lived that evening's events in his mind and knew that Domino's presence in the red-light district was causing Sadie grief, and ultimately making Dirk unhappy.

The following evening, when darkness fell, Dirk undressed and pulled on his bright red leotard and tights. He then put on his black trunks, boots, hood and utility belt with his stun gun. He drank the serum from a phial, which would make him immune to Domino's knockout gas. He then examined his gauntlets, which he had reinforced with an anti-conductive material. On their previous encounter, Domino had paralysed him with an electrical booby trap in her mask. She wouldn't trap him in this way again. Falcon's defences were now fully activated.

Falcon climbed down his fire escape and made his way to Domino's lair in the red-light district. He ignored the nightladies and once again disabled the lock on Domino's door and entered. He walked along the corridor to the room at the end. When he entered, he saw a mannequin modelling his original costume. Domino was standing with her back to him, wearing her familiar short black dress, gloves and stiletto-heeled boots.

'This is the end for you Domino,' he said. She turned around and he saw she was wearing her usual black mask.

'My toy already has his costume,' she replied casually. 'So if you leave now, I won't hurt you, and you can even keep your clothes on, which will be a new experience for you.'

'Don't push you luck,' he said forcefully. 'I'm a heavyweight crimefighter.'

'Didn't you hear me?' she said. 'I suggest you leave now, and don't return.'

'I'm leaving, but you're coming with me – right to the nearest police station.' Falcon started to move towards her, when Domino took the stun gun from the mannequin's utility belt and fired it. Just before the dart reached him, Falcon held up his arms, causing it to hit his gauntlets. There was a loud crack and sparks, as the dart fell harmlessly to the floor. Domino fired the remaining seven darts, but each time Falcon blocked them with his gauntlets. Domino dropped the empty gun in disbelief, as Falcon drew his own stun gun from his belt and pointed it at her.

'My gauntlets have been lined with an anti-conductive material, so you won't be able to use electric currents to defeat me this time. I'm a heavyweight crimefighter and much too strong for you.' He then fired a single dart at her stomach, causing her to yell in pain as she fell to the floor in a heap. Falcon lifted her body and placed her on the table face up. 

He took two lengths of rope from his utility belt and bound each of her wrists to a leg of the table. With the unconscious Domino lying spread-eagled, he tore the shoulder straps on her dress and pulled it off her. As he did so, a jet of knockout gas shot harmlessly from her dress cleavage, but Falcon ignored this as it had no effect on him. He saw that she was wearing black lacy panties and a bra which barely contained her ample breasts. Falcon took two more lengths of rope and placed one by each of her feet. 

He climbed on the table and leant over and placed his fingers inside her mask. He felt a mild tingle as the electricity from her mask was absorbed into his gauntlets. A loud crack told him that her booby trap had short circuited, and was no longer a threat. Falcon removed his smoking gauntlets and threw them onto the floor. Both of her weapons had been disarmed. 

Falcon climbed off the table and looked at his conquered victim, who lay unconscious with her hands bound to the table. He picked up one of the ropes and was about to tie her legs to the table when he heard Domino sigh. He noticed that she was now breathing heavily and that her ample breasts looked as if they were about to burst free of her bra. Falcon felt himself becoming aroused and was aware that he was getting an erection. He returned his attention to the ropes, but again found himself distracted by her heaving breasts. 

He climbed back on the table between her legs and reached towards her mask. 'I've got you now Domino. Third time lucky. You'll be asleep for at least an hour. So now it's time to see the face behind the mask.'

Just as he was about to remove her mask, Domino opened her eyes and starred at him. She then lifted her legs and prodded her heels into his midriff. Falcon realised he had forgotten to restrain her legs, as he felt a sharp pain in his right midriff. When she removed her legs, Falcon saw a hypodermic needle protruding from the base of her left heel. He instantly felt drowsy, and within seconds collapsed onto the floor face down. 

Domino tapped her heels together causing a sharp blade to spring from her right heel. With the agility of a gymnast, she raised her legs until her right heel touched the rope on her right wrist, and within seconds she had severed it. She quickly untied her left wrist and sat up. She then twisted both her heels, causing the needle and blade to retract.

Domino climbed down from the table and dragged Falcon's limp body to the wall, placing his feet against the wall with his legs and arms astride. She removed his utility belt and trunks, and then opened a hidden panel and pushed a button. This caused a wooden X-shaped cross to lower from the wall into a horizontal position directly above Falcon. With eight cords, she bound him to the cross by his ankles, thighs, wrists and biceps. Once he was secured, she raised the cross until it was vertical, with Falcon secured to the wall in an X-shape. Domino then placed a small bottle of smelling salts under his nose, causing him to awaken quickly.

'Time to wake up Falcon,' she said. 'Do you like my boots? I call them my 'killer heels'. Although you were only injected with a sedative. You're like a bad penny – you keep coming back. You should've left when I told you to.' Falcon was still feeling jaded and unable to speak. 'Your gauntlets weren't the only things with an anti-conductive lining. My dress also has one, so your stun gun was ineffective on me. I only pretended to be unconscious to trick you.' She moved closer to him. 'I don't understand why you keep wearing a mask,' as she grabbed his hood and pulled it off. 'Don't worry. I've seen it before.' With a pair of scissors, Domino cut away his leotard. She then cut his tights between the thighs and waist and pulled the shredded lycra away, exposing his genitals. 'I've seen this before as well,' she said dominantly. Domino examined his naked body, and saw that his pubic hair was growing back.

She then placed a metal ring around the top of his scrotum and clipped it shut. 'You said you were a heavyweight crimefighter. So let's see how 'heavy weight' you are.' She attached a weight to the ring, causing his scrotum to stretch. Falcon remained silent, so she added another, but still he said nothing. When she added the third weight, Falcon could not prevent himself from yelling in pain. 

'It's alright to scream,' she said, as she added a fourth weight. Falcon yelled out again. 'I know you're a big strong man, but you're no match for me, are you?' Falcon remained silent. Domino attached a fifth weight, and this time Falcon screamed out.

'No! Please! No more!' Falcon pleaded. 'Please stop it.'

Domino said nothing, but disappeared into another room, leaving Falcon alone. Several minutes passed, which to Falcon, felt like hours. Eventually Domino reappeared and crouched down in front of him. 'There are two ways we can do this,' she said. She cupped the weights in her hands and raised them, relieving the tension on Falcon's scrotum. 'First, there's the easy way. Then, there's the hard way,' she said, as she released the weights causing them to fall, and for Falcon to scream again.

'The easy way,' he pleaded. 

'Good,' said Domino, as she unclipped the ring, allowing the weights to fall to the floor. She unfastened his restraints, and Falcon fell to his knees at her feet. Domino placed one leg in front of him and Falcon knew what he had to do. After he had finished kissing her boots, Domino told him to stand up and led him to the door of her lair. 'I strongly advise you not to return here again. You know that you're no match for me.'

Falcon staggered out into the cool night air. As he started to walk away, he was startled by two nightladies who suddenly appeared in front of him. Falcon quickly ran under one of the arches out of their sight. From his darkened position he could see them looking in his direction, trying to locate him. He knew that they had caught a glimpse of his naked body, and then realised he was still wearing his boots and the remnants of his red tights– a costume unique to Falcon. He prayed they hadn't noticed them, and he also prayed that they hadn't seen his face.



Falcon and Domino Ch. 04



Dirk Peterson gazed out of the restaurant window at the city bathing in the late summer sun. Some of the trees had already started to turn color, signifying that the warm weather would soon end. He felt that the last two months had passed quickly - mainly due to his involvement with Sadie Newman, who had made him happier than he had ever been before. He desperately wanted their relationship to continue; for she processed everything he could ever want in a partner. She was intelligent, stylish, kind, loving and beautiful. Dirk knew that he had fallen in love with her, so much so, that nothing else seemed to matter to him. He was so engrossed in his thoughts, that he didn't notice Sadie return from the washroom.

'Hello handsome,' she said, as she sat down. 'Were you daydreaming?'

'Only about you,' he replied, while looking lovingly at her. She looked beautiful with her flawless skin and long black hair. She was wearing a slinky green dress, which complemented her eyes. After paying the bill, Dirk hailed a cab and they returned to Sadie's apartment. While he relaxed on the couch, Sadie disappeared to her bedroom and returned minutes later wearing a white silk dressing gown.

'I thought I'd slip into something comfortable,' she said. Dirk gave an approving smile, as she sat beside him. 'Let me make you more comfortable,' she added, as she started unbuttoning his shirt. When she had undressed him down to his silk boxer shorts, she led him into her bedroom. Sadie removed her gown to reveal she was wearing a white silk bra and panties. She lay on the bed and gave him a tantalizing smile. 'Time to undress me, big boy.'

Dirk climbed astride her and felt a sense of achievement as he removed her bra for the first time. As he gazed at her breasts, he noticed they were smaller than he expected. He gently stroked her nipples, making them erect.

'Do you like them Dirk?' she asked softly.

'I love them,' he replied.

'Are you disappointed that they're too small?'

'Of course not,' he said, as he kissed each nipple. For several minutes they kissed, until Sadie reached down and started stroking his genitals through the soft fabric of his boxer shorts. Dirk felt himself becoming aroused and wanted her to remove his shorts and hold him. He desperately wanted to feel his manhood being released and caressed by the woman he loved. She continued to tease him without going any further, much to his silent frustration. Dirk reached down and started stroking her panties, causing Sadie to sigh. Dirk was ready to make love with her and didn't want to wait any longer. He felt her hand continuing stroking his shorts and he was becoming inpatient.

'Touch me please Sadie,' he whispered, as he attempted to remove her panties. Suddenly she let go and pulled away.

'I'm sorry Dirk,' she said. 'I'm not ready yet. Please hold me in your arms.' Dirk hid his frustration and he put his arms around her, as they fell asleep in an embrace.

The following day, Dirk sat at his desk at The Daily Chronicle and recalled the previous evening's events. It was the first time he and Sadie had slept together, but they had not made love. She had teased him but hadn't held his cock, and he hadn't touched her intimate regions. He had however, touched her petite but perfectly formed breasts, which he enjoyed. In the morning Sadie had apologised for not allowing him to go further, and he had told her that it was okay. 

Later that day, when Dirk was working on a story about a congressman, he was joined by his colleague and close friend, Neal. Neal was a tall, black man who had been a promising basketball player in his youth, and now worked mainly as a reporter on local issues. After a while, Neal started laughing and Dirk asked him what he found amusing. 

'A story I'm working on,' said Neal. 'There have recently been sightings of a naked man hanging around the red-light district. A few weeks ago two prostitutes claimed he was exposing himself to them. They said he was only wearing tall boots and a hard-on.' Neal continued to laugh as he typed at his keyboard.

Dirk knew that the man in question was Falcon -- his alter-ego. Three times in the last three months Falcon had ventured into the red-light district, attempting to catch a female villain called Domino. On each occasion, she had overpowered him and striped him, causing him to retreat defeated and naked. After their last encounter Dirk had decided to give up, for he knew he was beaten. He would let the police catch her, as it was their job. His crimefighting days were over. All he wanted to do was just be reporter Dirk Peterson and spend the rest of his life with Sadie Newman. 

Later that afternoon, after Neal had left, Dirk finished his story and was about to leave the office when a courier arrived, holding a small envelope for him. When the courier left, Dirk opened it and found a piece of rolled-up paper. When he unrolled it, a domino tile dropped out onto his desk. Dirk stared at the domino tile and knew it meant only one thing. Slowly, he unrolled the paper and saw it contained a simple note, "Meet me at my lair tonight, 9.00 pm".

As Dirk sat in his apartment that evening, he considered his position. The fact that Domino had sent the message to his office, confirmed that she knew Falcon's true identity. He hadn't intended to return to her lair again, but knew he had no choice. Domino had forced his hand, and he was determined not to waste the opportunity to capture her. 

Dirk took a wooden box from his wardrobe, which contained his only remaining costume. He undressed and pulled on his red leotard and tights which accentuated his muscular bulges. He then put on his black leather trunks, knee-high boots and gauntlets. He clipped his utility belt around his waist, and finally pulled his black hood over his head. Falcon had been resurrected and was once again ready for action.

When he arrived at the red-light district, he saw about twenty nightladies waiting outside Domino's lair. They were wearing heavy makeup and dressed in their usual attire of cheap skimpy dresses, fishnet tights and stilettos. They looked at him, but said nothing as he walked past them. At the entrance of the lair, he noticed a new hook above the door, and wondered why it was there. Using his device from his utility belt, Falcon once again unlocked Domino's door and entered her lair. He walked along the corridor to the room with the large table. There he found Domino wearing her familiar short black dress, long gloves and thighboots. Her mask once again disguised her face. He pointed his stungun at her.

'I've got you now,' he said. 'You're no match for a big shot like me.'

Domino walked through another door. 'Follow me, big shot.' Falcon followed her into another room, with a TV in one corner. The image on the screen showed Falcon suspended from the ceiling by his arms, with Domino standing next to him. He instantly recognised the scene as their first encounter and realised that Domino had secretly filmed it with a hidden camera. On the TV screen Domino had just peeled off his mask.

'Do you remember this Dirk?' she said. 'It was our first date. It seems such a long time ago.' Falcon raised his stungun to her head. 'I recommend you put that away. This recording is only a copy, as the original is on my computer at home. In two hours it will be released onto the internet and the whole world will see it.'

Falcon's stungun remained fixed on her head. 'I'm taking you to the police.'

Domino laughed. 'And what will happen? I'm a petty criminal who robbed a few convenience stores of small amounts of cash, and no one was hurt. I've got no previous form, so will probably get a suspended sentence, or at worst, a few weeks in a minimum-security prison. Whereas you will be finished. The whole world will know that Falcon is really reporter Dirk Peterson of The Daily Chronicle. You won't be a secret crimefighter if everyone knows your true identity.'

Falcon looked at the screen, and saw the image of Domino undressing him, as she pulled away the shreds of his tights and exposing his genitals.

'How about being convicted for torture?' he said. 'The last time I was here, you hung weights on my balls.'

'I'll simply tell the judge that I was defending myself against a violent intruder. Remember, you broke into my property and tied me up. I'll say I was scared. Who do you think the court will believe? The big, strong man with a gun, or a small lady like me?' 

Falcon considered her words and knew she was right. He knew that she had the upper hand once again, only this time, she was intending to expose his humiliation to the whole world. He looked at the TV screen, and saw Domino stimulating his cock. He knew the dire consequences if this were released on the internet. The police wouldn't be able to close the website before it had already been seen by thousands of people. The women who saw it, would all be mentally undressing him whenever they saw him, and other men would just laugh at him. It would be total humiliation on a global scale. Without further ado, he replaced his stungun in his belt.

'I'm pleased you've seen sense,' she said. 'That recording will be released in two hours, but there's still time for me to stop it.' On the TV screen, Falcon was crying out in pleasure as Domino jerked him off. 'If you co-operate with me, I promise that I'll stop this film from being released, and no one else will ever see this. However, if you don't, then everyone will see it. It's your choice Dirk.'

Falcon knew that he had no alternative, but to comply with her wishes. 'You win Domino. I'll do whatever you want.'

'Good, you're being sensible,' she said. 'Now remove your mask.' Falcon peeled off his hood and handed it to her. Domino left the room briefly and returned without it. 

'What do you want from me?' he asked.

'Your obedience,' she replied. 'First, I want you to continue catching criminals in other parts of the city, as usual. However, you are not to come to the red-light district, or bother the nightladies. Is that clear?'

Falcon nodded. Domino then handed him a cell phone. 'Whenever I call you, you must come here when I instruct you to. If you don't, this video nasty will be released. You will wear your costume, but must not speak to the nightladies outside. Once you enter my lair, you will lock the door and remove your mask, and must not wear it whilst here, but you will put it on before you leave. The nightladies must not be allowed to see your face. Do you understand Dirk?'

'I understand fully,' Falcon said.

'Good. You will come to this room and kneel down with your hands behind your back and head bowed. While in my lair, you will do exactly what I say. You will do it immediately and will not argue or plead with me. You will not attempt to capture me. If I'm in a police cell, then I won't be able to prevent the recording from being released onto the internet, as it will be on a timer at my home. As long as you do what I say, you will have nothing to fear. I may humiliate you, but I won't hurt you.'

Falcon took a deep breath. 'You have my full obedience.'

Domino sat down on a chair and gazed at him. 'From now on, you will address me as Mistress Domino or Mistress, and you will be my slave. Now, I want you to undress for me, slowly.'

Falcon reluctantly took off his gauntlets and placed them on the floor. He then removed his boots, utility belt and trunks. He noticed that Domino was smiling as he slowly removed each item of his costume. On his previous visits, she had undressed him while he was either restrained or paralysed, and he had no control of the situation. Yet this was even more humiliating, as he was being forced to undress while she watched him. He realised that this was part of her plan, by showing him that she had complete control over him, without the need for restraints. Knowing he had no choice, he peeled off his leotard and tights and stood naked before her.

'Thank you slave,' she said. Domino stood up and led him back into the room with the large table. She ordered him to stand at one end of the table, with his genitals resting on it, and his hands behind his back. She then placed a domino tile on the table, three feet away from him. She moved to the far end of the table and smiled, as she started to caress her large breasts. Would you like to feel my tits slave?'

Falcon felt himself becoming aroused and was aware of his rapidly forming erection. 'Yes Mistress Domino,' he said.

'I thought you would,' she said. 'You said you were a big shot. So let's see how far you can shoot. If you can reach the domino, then I'll let you feel my tits.' She moved around the table and stood next to him and started to stroke his balls. Falcon's cock was now fully erect and pointing at the domino tile. Domino grasped it and began stimulating him, 'Let me help you.' 

As each orgasm grew stronger, Falcon started breathing heavily. Domino responded each time by slowing her wrist action and bringing him back from the precipice just as he was about to release his load. She laughed sadistically as his groans of pleasure turned into gasps of frustration. Eventually, she elected to end his torment as she increased the speed of her stimulation, and continued to do so as he groaned loudly, unable to contain himself any longer as he reached his climax. 

'Ready,' she said softly. 'Aim,' she said louder. 'Fire,' she shouted, as he ejaculated with his semen landing a foot short of the tile. 'It looks like you're not such a big shot after all.' She ordered him to kneel before her, and placed her leg in front of him. 'You know what to do now.'

When he had finished kissing her boots, she led him back into the other room, where his costume lay on the floor. Domino sat on the chair facing him. 'Get dressed slave,' she said. Without saying a word, Falcon dressed as she watched him. When he was dressed, Domino led him to the entrance of her lair. She opened the door and reached out to retrieve his hood from the hook and handed it to him. 'Don't forget this,' she said. 

When Falcon stepped outside, he saw the large group of nightladies watching him. He walked past them and didn't stop until he reached his apartment. Once inside, he went into the bathroom and ran the shower. He pulled off his mask and reflected on what had happened that night. Domino had summoned him to her lair and the nightladies had seen him enter and leave. She had blackmailed him into obeying her, while she used his body for her amusement. She had hung his hood on the hook above her door like a trophy. She had ensured that the nightladies were in no doubt that she had unmasked him, and therefore had control over him. Tonight had been a demonstration to the nightladies that they had nothing to fear from Falcon, and every reason to fear Domino. She had resulted to physiological warfare, and he had suffered a humiliating defeat.



Falcon and Domino Ch. 05



It was late Thursday evening, as the audience swarmed out of the cinema onto the street. Among them were a group of four young women, who joked about the romantic comedy they had just seen. After walking a few hundred yards, they separated as they made their own way home. One was a pretty redhead who elected to take a shortcut through a back alley. She walked briskly, knowing she would soon be back on the main street. Suddenly, she heard a noise to her left, which startled her. She ignored it and increased her pace. Then she heard it again and knew that someone else was there. She was just about to run when someone jumped out from behind a bin. She stopped instantly, for she could clearly see that it was a man holding a large knife. 

'Don't move lady,' the man said, as he moved closer and pushed the knife against her throat. Petrified by what was happening to her, she was unable to move or speak. The knifeman grabbed her hair and pushed her face-down against a large bin. He fumbled with her jeans, before pulling them down to her ankles.

'Please,' the woman muttered quietly. 'Don't hurt me.'

'Shut up bitch!' the knifeman said, as he slid his knife in her soft cotton panties, and cut them with one swift stroke. He then ran the cold blade over her warm, soft flesh.

'Please,' she pleaded again. 'Let me go.' The knifeman pulled her legs apart and placed his hand between them, and started to probe her. 'No, please,' she whimpered.

'I told you to shut up,' he said, while moving his fingers around. The woman closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, as she prepared herself for what was about to happen. When she opened her eyes, she saw a figure standing a few feet away. Unsure if it was an illusion, she blinked, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw the figure was still there. It was a tall, muscular man, dressed in a red and black costume, with a hood concealing his face.

'Get away from her,' the figure said, in a commanding voice. The attacker pulled himself up and faced the costumed man. Then without warning, the knifeman lunged at him aiming his knife at the other man's head. The costumed man swerved to one side, grabbing the knifeman's arm and pulling it behind his back, causing him to drop the knife. He then hit the knifeman in the back of the neck, sending him crashing to the ground. Before the knifeman could recover, the other man pulled his arms behind him and clasped handcuffs on the would-be rapist. He then pulled out a cell phone and spoke briefly before turning to the woman, who was now in a state of shock. Carefully, he helped her pull her jeans up.

'It's alright now Miss,' he said. 'The police and paramedics are on their way.' The woman was clearly shaken, but unhurt. She looked at her saviour's mask and could just make out his eyes. 

'Thank you,' she said. Although still in shook, something in her mind told her that she knew who her saviour was. 'Thank you, Falcon.'

Moments later flashing lights reflected on the alley walls, as a police car approached and two uniformed officers – one male and one female – got out and walked towards her. When the woman turned around, Falcon had gone.

A few blocks away, a young cashier was preparing to close his father's convenience store, when two men walked in. Both were wearing knitted masks and one was carrying a pump-action rifle. The gunman pointed his gun at the cashier.

'Give us your money, or I'll blow your head off!' he demanded. The young man opened the cash register and started to load money into a bag.

'Don't shoot me,' he begged. 'Take the money, but please don't shoot me.' When he had finished loading the bag, the gunman grabbed it and turned around, only to see someone standing in his way. The gunman recognised Falcon's costume and knew that he would have to take care of him. As he raised his rifle, Falcon struck his arm with a karate blow, and the gunman dropped his weapon. He swung his fist at Falcon, who ducked to avoid it, before punching the gunman in the stomach. As he lurched forward, Falcon struck him firmly on the head, knocking him to the ground.

Falcon heard a click and turned around to find the second robber pointing a pistol at him. 'Drop the gun!' Falcon ordered the robber, who remained fixed in position. 'I said drop the gun.' The robber hesitated, before raising the pistol towards Falcon's head. With lightning reflexes, Falcon pulled his stungun from his belt and fired a single dart at the robber's gun arm. The robber dropped the pistol and cried out in pain, as an electrical current surged through his paralysed body. Falcon pushed him to his knees, and handcuffed his arms behind his back, before doing the same to his accomplice. 

Falcon looked at the cashier who was holding the telephone. 'The cops are on their way,' the cashier said. Falcon dragged both men to the corner of the shop and faced a CCTV camera, before pulling off their masks. 

'Show them this footage,' Falcon said, and left the store. Minutes later, three police officers arrived at the store, and arrested the gunmen.

The following morning as Dirk Peterson drove to work on the freeway, he glanced down at the derelict area known as the red-light district, and noticed something new. A tall wire perimeter fence had been erected on the adjacent land, and several large cranes and bulldozers were being assembled there. He knew that property magnate Aaron Lansdown had recently bought the land for development, and the project was being delayed by the presence of the local nightladies who inhabited the area.

When he arrived at The Daily Chronicle, he found his friend Neal busy working on a feature about a forthcoming convention in the city. They were then joined by Amy – a news reporter who was clearly excited about an article she had just written.

'What do you think of this, guys?' she asked. Dirk and Neal looked at her screen and saw a large feature reporting how Falcon had captured two armed robbers and a potential rapist. There was also a picture of the captured robbers from the CCTV camera.

'He's a hero, if you ask me,' said Neal.

'I guess so,' said Dirk. 'It's good to see a citizen helping the police to catch these punks.'

'I wonder who he really is,' Amy pondered. 'I'd sure like to meet this guy.' Dirk said nothing, but inwardly smiled at the irony of Amy not knowing that she was sitting a few feet from him.

That lunchtime Dirk met his girlfriend, Sadie Newman, for a drink at a nearby bar. Sadie was leaving to visit her parents in the Midwest for a couple of weeks. In the three months that they had been dating, Dirk had fallen madly in love with her, but hadn't told her yet. Dirk had also recently grown frustrated that Sadie hadn't yet allowed them to make love. Sadie had complained of being tired and overworked, and Dirk knew that it couldn't have been easy for her, working as the personal assistant to Aaron Lansdown. Dirk felt that they would both benefit from Sadie's holiday away from her job and the city. As they departed, they embraced and Dirk was about to tell her that he loved her, when Sadie spoke first.

'I'll be ready for us to move to the next level when I return,' she whispered. Dirk broke away and stared at her, but Sadie just gave him a cheeky wink before leaving.

Back at the office that afternoon, Dirk felt even more frustrated as he wouldn't be seeing Sadie for two weeks, but she had hinted that she would be ready to make love on her return. When Neal and Amy left, he sat alone at his desk thinking about Sadie. At first he was unaware of the throbbing sensation in his pants, and then became aware of his erection, as he fantasized about her. He was brought back to reality by the buzzing of a cell phone in his jacket pocket, and realized he had received a text from the phone's owner, Domino – 'Come to my lair at 9.00 tomorrow night.'

The following evening Dirk changed into his red and black costume and emerged as Falcon onto the fire escape. As he made his way to her lair, he knew she still had the video recording of their first encounter when she unmasked him, and had threatened to broadcast it on the internet if he didn't obey her. He had no choice, but to comply with her demands, no matter what they were. When he reached the abandoned warehouse that she used as her lair, he saw six nightladies standing outside. He ignored them and entered in the usual manner.

Once inside, he removed his hood and placed it on the floor, before making his way to the first room. The room was deserted, with just a large table and chair, and also six chairs placed against the wall. Remembering his instructions, Falcon knelt down and placed his arms behind his back, and bowed his head. He remained in that position for several minutes, until he heard the sound of stiletto heels approaching.

'Thank you for coming here Dirk,' said Domino. 'I don't think I need to remind you that the recording of that video nasty is set on a timer, so I suggest you continue to obey me to ensure it isn't released tonight.' 

'I understand,' Falcon replied. 

'Look at me,' she said, and when Falcon raised his head, saw Domino sitting in the chair before him. She was holding a copy of The Daily Chronicle. 'I see you've been busy. You've caught several criminals this week, and have stayed away from the nightladies. I'm very pleased that you have done what I've asked you to do.'

'Thank you Mistress Domino,' he replied, wondering what she had in store for him.

'However, we do have a slight problem. While most of the nightladies understand that you obey me, a few are still under the illusion that you are someone they should fear. I'm afraid that I simply cannot allow that, and they need to be educated. So I have arranged for a demonstration.' Falcon now realised where this was leading, and felt uncomfortable.

Domino handed him his hood. 'Put this on,' she said, and then turned to the door. 'Come in ladies.' Falcon heard the sound of several pairs of stiletto heels enter the room, and knew that the six nightladies were now sitting on the chairs directly behind him. He briefly heard them talking to each other, but they became silent when Domino instructed them to. Domino placed her leg in front of Falcon. 'Start now, slave.'

Falcon started kissing the toe of Domino's boot, and slowly moved his lips along her foot and continued up her leg. Behind him, he could hear some of the nightladies whispering to each other. When his lips reached the top of her boot, he retraced his way back down to her toe. He repeated this several times until Domino placed her other leg in front of him. Falcon continued kissing her other boot for several minutes, until Domino told him to stop.

She then flexed her foot and pushed her heel inside his mouth. Falcon closed his eyes as he sucked it. With each thrust he felt the tip of her heel touching the back of his throat, and had to struggle to stop himself vomiting. Eventually Domino withdrawn her heel and Falcon lifted his head. Still on his knees, he placed his arms behind his back, relieved that she had chosen to end the intense boot worshipping session. Domino leaned forward and whispered in his ear, 'Keep your head facing towards me.' She then placed her fingers under his hood and peeled if off. As she held his hood aloft like a trophy, Falcon could hear the nightladies muttering to each other. 'There we are,' Domino said to the nightladies. 'Falcon obeys me, and as you can now see, he has no secrets from me. I have seen everything, and I mean everything, he has.' The nightladies giggled amongst themselves, before Domino decided they had seen enough. 'That's the end of tonight's lesson. Thank you ladies, and goodbye.'

Falcon heard the nightladies walk out and knew that he and Domino were alone. He looked up at Domino, who smiled at him. 'I think that's solved the problem,' she said casually. She then ordered Falcon to stand up. 'Now, undress for me, slave.' Aware that she was watching his every move, Falcon removed his costume and stood before her naked. Domino made her way through another door. 'Follow me.'

They arrived in another room containing a high-backed chair with a footrest. Domino sat on the chair and ordered Falcon to kneel before her. She raised her foot into Falcon's chest. 'Remove my boot, slave.' Falcon took hold of the zipper on the inner side of her boot and slowly pulled it down to the bottom, before lifting it from her foot. Domino placed her other leg in front of him, and he carefully removed the other boot.

Falcon looked at the black stockings that adorned Domino's legs. 'Remove my stockings, slave,' she said. He placed his hands on the top of her stocking and slowly peeled it off, then removed the other one. Falcon realised that this was the first time he had seen Domino's legs, and his eyes were drawn to four tattoos just above her right ankle. Each tattoo was an image of his mask.

'Do you like my tattoos?' she said. 'I call them my victory markings – one for each time I've defeated you. I should ask the tattoo artist for a regular customer discount,' she said, and then laughed at her own weak joke. She gave Falcon a small bottle of black nail varnish. 'I'd like you to paint my nails now.'

Falcon took the brush from the bottle and slowly applied the nail varnish to Domino's big toe. When he finished, he started on her next toe. While Falcon continued to carefully paint each nail, Domino suddenly started asking personal questions.

'Do you have a girlfriend?' she asked.

'Yes Mistress Domino,' he replied.

'Does she know that you're really a secret crimefighter?'

'No,' he replied, this time more firmly.

'So I'm the only person who knows your true identity? I guess that makes me special.' Falcon was now feeling uncomfortable. 'Do you love her Dirk?'

'Yes Mistress, but I don't want to talk about it,' he replied aggressively, then remembered the recording that Domino was using to blackmail him. 'I'm sorry Mistress Domino.'

'Don't worry Dirk. As long as you obey me, I won't damage any of your sensitive parts. I'd hate to deprive the lucky lady.' When Falcon said nothing, Domino realised she had touched on a sensitive subject. 'Oh dear, I suspect things aren't as they should be between you and your girlfriend.'

'I've finished, Mistress,' Falcon said, as he placed his arms behind his back. Domino decided not to continue the conversation, instead opting to admire her newly painted toenails. 

'Thank you slave,' she said. 'Now they need to dry.' Domini placed her toes around Falcon's cock and deftly applied pressure, causing it to harden. With his erect shaft now firmly enclosed between her feet, she began to stimulate him. After several minutes Falcon started breathing heavily, signifying to Domino that she was bringing him to a climax. Domino released the pressure and Falcon's breathing slowed. 'I own you slave,' she said. 'I have the power to decide if and when you come. Do you understand?'

'Yes Mistress Domino,' he replied meekly.

Domino continued to stimulate him, ensuring that she moderated her rhythm to control his level of arousal. Each time Falcon was about to climax, she brought him back from the brink just in time. Eventually, when Domino felt he had suffered enough, she decided to end his torment. She applied more pressure with her toes and increased her pace, until Falcon was almost gasping for breath.

'Who owns you slave?'

'You do Mistress,' he cried out, as he came. Domino quickly pushed his cock away, so that he shot his load over his stomach, and not on her painted toenails. When he was unable to come any more, Domino stood up and ordered him to follow her back into the other room. 'Get dressed slave.'

Falcon pulled on his tights and leotard, ignoring the squelching, and large stain that now soiled the section over his stomach. He then put on the remainder of his costume in silence. Domino led him to the lair's exit. 'You were very obedient tonight Dirk. As long as you continue to obey me, your secret will be safe. I want you to come here again next Saturday at 8.00. Is that clear?'

'Yes Mistress Domino.'

'Good. I'll see you then.'

When Falcon went outside, he saw two of the nightladies waiting there. As he walked past, he heard them giggling at him. When he arrived at his apartment, he entered the bathroom and removed his hood. Falcon looked at his reflection in the mirror, and saw a sad-looking, broken man staring back at him. Domino had humiliated him in front of the nightladies, and then used his body for her own amusement. As long as Domino had that recording, he was powerless. 

The face in the mirror looked dejected. Then slowly a tiny smile appeared, which became a big smile. Domino had become complacent and had made a mistake tonight. She had allowed him to see her feet and the tattoos. She had even made a joke about being a regular customer, signifying that she had been to the same tattoo artist four times in as many months.

On Monday morning, Dirk Peterson would use his considerable expenses account to mobilise The Daily Chronicles small army of informants, to discover which tattoo artist had performed Domino's tattoos. He would then visit him and, with the aid of a large bribe, establish Domino's true identity. It would then only be a matter of time before he would discover the address of her apartment. Then Falcon would raid her apartment, taking her by surprise, and confiscating the recording before she could set it up. Domino would be captured and Falcon's secret would be safe. Her tattooed ankle would be her Achilles heel. 

Domino may have won all their battles so far, but Falcon was preparing to win the war. 



Falcon and Domino Ch. 06



From a darkened doorway, the one-eyed man stared at the neon-lit diner across the street. His permanent squint caused as a result of losing an eye in a bar fight many years ago. He pulled up the collar of his shabby raincoat, crossed the street and entered the diner, where a muscular man in a grey suit was sipping on a latte. As the one-eyed man approached him, the other man looked up.

'Hello Cyclops,' said Dirk Peterson. 'Can I get you brunch?' Cyclops sat down as Dirk signalled to a waitress. 'What have you got for me?'

'I'm afraid I haven't found out yet, Mr Peterson,' Cyclops replied. 'I've spoken to over half the tattoo artists in the city, and none of them have done any tattoos you described on any women's ankles.' Dirk was unable to conceal his disappointment. He knew Cyclops was the best informant The Daily Chronicle had, but so far he had been unable to trace the tattoo artist responsible for Domino's ankle tattoos. Dirk passed a brown envelope full of cash across the table. 

'OK Cyclops. Keep looking for me.' 

Back at his desk at the The Daily Chronicle, Dirk was soon joined by his fellow reporters Neal and Amy. Amy was excited about a story she was about to write. 'Falcon caught a gang of robbers attempting to break into a jewellers shop last night,' she said excitedly.

'I think you're in love with him,' Neal joked.

'I never could resist a man in a sexy skin-tight costume,' Amy replied. 'He can capture me any time.' 

Neal laughed. 'What about this costume?' as he held up a green mask. 'I'm reporting on the Superhero Appreciation Society Convention at The Palace Hotel tomorrow. I'm going as The Green Lantern.'

'It should be fun,' said Amy. 'A lot of people like to dress up and do cosplay. Do you agree Dirk?'

'It's all harmless fun,' he replied, trying to sound disinterested.

The following day as Dirk sat alone in his apartment, he anticipated his appointment with Domino that evening. She had unmasked and stripped him on their first encounter and was using a video recording of this to blackmail him. He knew that she wouldn't release the recording if he obeyed her, and she was taking advantage of his situation to humiliate him. His only chance to stop her was to find her true identity and to raid her private apartment. So far the only lead he had was her unique ankle tattoos, but Cyclops hadn't yet found the tattoo artist.

That evening Dirk took his one remaining Falcon costume from a secret box. He undressed and pulled on his bright red leotard and tights. He smiled to himself as he recalled Amy's words about skin-tight costumes. He then put on his black leather trunks, boots, gauntlets and hood, before clasping on his utility belt and stungun. 

When he arrived at the red-light district, he found it to be unusually quiet for a Saturday night, with only a couple of nightladies hanging around. He reached Domino's lair and was about to enter when the door opened and Domino stepped outside. Falcon noticed she wasn't in her usual dress, but was clad in a red leather catsuit, although still wearing her black gloves, boots and mask. She also carried a small black handbag over her shoulder, which struck Falcon as bizarre.

'Hello Dirk,' she said. 'I thought I would dress up tonight, as we're going out.' She led him around the corner where a taxi was waiting for them. They climbed in the back seat, and the driver looked at them in his rear-view mirror.

'Dressed like that, I can guess where you're going,' he laughed. 

'Just drive,' Domino ordered him. 'Or I'll make you suffer.' When they arrived at The Palace Hotel, Falcon and Domino entered and followed a sign to The Lansdown Wing, where they found two burly security guards outside the door.

'Names please,' said one of the guards.

'I'm Di Moon,' said Domino, 'and this is Dirk Peterson.' The security guard checked his clipboard.

'That's fine, Miss Moon. Enjoy your evening.'

They entered a large ballroom, and Falcon noticed Neal in his Green Lantern costume, standing with one of the Chronicle's photographers, dressed as The Joker. As Falcon and Domino walked passed them, Neal paid them no attention. They continued until they reached a smaller ballroom, passing other costume-clad guests who also ignored them. Falcon realised that everyone else had no idea who he and Domino really were, assuming they were merely fans in costumes. When they reached the bar, the bartender handed them each a drink. 

'This is your reward for obeying me,' said Domino. 'I thought you'd like a night out.' A man in a homemade black and yellow costume approached them.

'I like your matching costumes,' he said, before turning to face Falcon. 'I recognise you. You're supposed to be Falcon, but who's your friend?'

'I'm Falconess,' replied Domino. 'His new crime-fighting partner.' The man looked impressed, before leaving.

'Falconess?' said Falcon. 'My crime-fighting partner?'

'Relax Dirk, and just enjoy yourself, but remember what I'm about to tell you,' Domino said. 'That recording at my apartment is timed to be released on the Internet at 3.00 am tomorrow morning, unless I get back in time to stop it. I've booked a taxi to collect us at 2.10. It won't leave unless we're both in it, and it won't wait for too long. If we should get split up, you must meet me by the ice sculpture over there. The convention ends at 2.00, so it shouldn't be a problem. Remember, whatever happens, you must meet me by 2.10, or else the recording will be released.'

Falcon placed his hand to his chest and gasped. 'Are you alright?' Domino asked, with a clear hint of concern in her voice.

'I need my medication,' he panted, and pointed to a pocket in his utility belt. 'It's in there.' Domino fumbled with the pocket but was unable to release it. 'Hurry please!' he gasped. Domino removed her gloves to enable her to release the clip, and took out a small plastic bottle of tablets. She quickly opened it and gave a tablet to Falcon who swallowed it. After a few minutes Falcon regained his composure. 'Thank you. I guess even crimefighters can become ill,' he joked.

A large man in a Batman costume approached the bar and ordered a drink, before peeling off his mask to reveal he was middle-aged and bald. 'It sure gets hot in here,' the man said, as he took his drink and left. Falcon glanced at the dance floor and saw that it was full of people wearing an assortment of costumes. Domino excused herself to go to the restroom, leaving Falcon alone at the bar. In any other place, his costume would guarantee that people would stare at him, yet tonight he was just another man wearing an unusual costume. A slim woman in a Catwoman costume arrived and sat on the next stool. As she sipped her drink, she smiled at him. 

'Hello, I'm Julie,' she said. Falcon could see that her costume was made of latex and clung to her like a second skin. 

'I like your costume. Did you make it yourself?' he asked.

'No. I bought it. Are you supposed to be Falcon?'

'Yes. I guess it makes a change from Batman and Superman,' Falcon said dryly.

'I think Falcon's a cool guy,' she said, as she pulled off her mask to reveal her attractive face and short auburn hair. Falcon guessed she was in her mid-twenties, and quite stunning. 'Why don't you take off your mask? It's very warm in here.'

'I'd rather not, if you don't mind,' he replied.

'Go on,' Julie pleaded. 'Take it off for me.' Falcon felt a hand on his shoulder and found that Domino had returned.

'Go on Dirk. Take your mask off for Julie,' said Domino. 'It's rude not to, and I insist.' Falcon knew that he had no choice but to obey Domino. He slowly peeled off his hood, and Domino placed it in her handbag, and gave him a knowing smile. 

'Are you a couple?' asked Julie.

'Of course not, Dirk and I are just friends,' Domino replied. 'Why don't you two dance?'

Julie needed no further prompting, as she took Falcon's arm and led him onto the dance floor, just as the DJ started playing a slow song. They placed their arms around each other and swayed slowly, while surrounded by other couples. Falcon mentally cursed Domino for bringing him here tonight, and unmasking him. They danced for two more songs, and Falcon felt guilty holding another woman close to him, while Sadie was away. 

When the slow songs ended, they returned to the bar where Domino was waiting for them. Falcon went to the restroom, where he saw a man in a Darth Vadar costume leave, and two men in X-Men costumes enter. He felt vulnerable without his mask, but knew that it was what Domino intended. His only way to survive the evening was to be plain Dirk Peterson pretending to be Falcon. When he returned to the ballroom he saw Domino and Julie were deeply engrossed in conversation. After a few minutes Domino left, leaving Falcon alone with Julie. Julie then took Falcon's hand and led him to the corridor. 

'Where are we going?' he asked.

'Di said you'll enjoy it,' Julie replied, as they entered a lift. The lift stopped on the tenth floor and they made their way to a room with two double beds. Sat on the beds were three women in their early twenties -- One dressed as Wonder Woman, one as Supergirl and one as Mrs Fantastic. Julie introduced them as Helen, Laura and Brooke respectively. Julie sat on the bed next to them. 

'We're so glad you agreed to do this,' said Laura.

'I'm really looking forward to this,' added Brooke, as they all opened large sketch books. 'You've got great bone structure.' Falcon realised that the women were going to sketch him, and breathed a sigh of relief. Then remembering he wasn't wearing his mask, he became concerned, as he knew that an accurate drawing of his face would be as clear as a photograph.

'Are you ladies professional artists?'

'No,' laughed Laura. 'We just do this at our local community center for fun.' Falcon breathed another sigh of relief. The women all thought he was just a fan who enjoyed dressing up as Falcon at conventions, and they would soon forget him.

'Can you pose with you zapper gun please,' said Brooke. Falcon removed his stungun and held it in an action pose. 'That's great. Now, if you would undress when you're ready.'

'Undress?' Falcon said.

'Of course,' Julie laughed. 'Di told me your secret - that you're a professional nude life model. We're really pleased that you agreed to do this at short notice.' Falcon was stunned. Domino was using Julie and her friends as innocent pawns in her game to cause him further humiliation. He knew that if he didn't comply with their requests, Domino would find out and release the recording. Knowing he had no choice, Falcon removed his gauntlets, boots, belt and trunks. Standing only in his red skin-tight leotard and tights, he glanced at the four women who were staring at him mesmerized. Falcon took a deep breath before peeling off his remaining clothing. He then picked up his stungun and held it in an action pose.

'That's great,' said Laura. 'Hold that position please.' 

Twenty minutes passed with Falcon maintaining a stationary pose while completely naked. Julie then put down her sketch pad, and a few minutes later Laura did likewise. Falcon was by now finding it difficult to stay still, and started to sway slightly.

'Could you not move please,' said Helen. 'I've almost finished.' As few minutes later she put down her pad, leaving just Brooke continuing to sketch while the other three sat in silence, gazing at Falcon. He now felt uneasy in the knowledge that he was naked, while being scrupulously watched by four attractive young women dressed in sexy costumes.

Falcon glanced at Helen and noticed that her skimpy Wonder Women costume left little to the imagination. Helen gave him a seductive smile and started to gently stroke her cleavage, and it was clear to him that she was deliberately tantalising him. Julie and Laura were now talking to each other and seemed unaware that their friend was teasing Falcon. Helen crossed her legs and ran her fingers slowly through her hair. She then stroked her cleavage again, this time running her fingers over her breastplate. Falcon felt himself becoming aroused and knew that his cock was hardening. Julie and Laura stopped talking and stared at Falcon's rapidly expanding cock. Moments later when his cock was fully erect, Brooke announced she had finished, and Falcon walked swiftly to the bathroom.

He leaned against the washbasin breathing heavily. Helen's cock-teasing had caused him further embarrassment. The door opened and Helen entered.

'Thank you for letting me sketch you,' she said. As he turned to face her, Helen took hold of his cock and lifted it up. Then with an indelible pen, she wrote a series of digits on it. 'That's my phone number. Give me a call and we can meet up sometime. I can even be your Wonder Women, if your wear your Falcon costume.' 

Helen left, leaving Falcon alone and stunned. The door opened and Julie entered. 'Thank you Dirk for agreeing to model for us.' She glanced down at his erect cock. 'Don't be embarrassed. It's perfectly natural. I guess it happens often in your line of work.'

'Er, yes,' Falcon lied. 

'Although I'm very flattered,' she added, before leaving. 

Falcon waited for his cock to go limp, before going back into the hotel room, only to find the women had left. His costume had also gone, and when he checked the wardrobe, found it to be empty. There were no towels in the bathroom or bed sheets in the wardrobe. He opened the door and looked out into the corridor, only to see a family with young children approaching. Falcon quickly closed the door and sat on the bed to evaluate his position. He was in a strange hotel room, completely naked, with nothing to wear. He then realised he had no idea what the time was. There were no clocks in the room and the telephone and TV had been disconnected. Whatever happened, he had to meet Domino at 2.10 am, no matter what.

He pulled back the curtains and stood on the balcony. He was ten floors up and knew it would be too dangerous to try to climb down. He mused at the irony, knowing that he could have done this easily, if he was wearing his costume, with his utility belt. 

He lay on the bed and tried to figure out his next move. While on the balcony, he had heard music coming from the ballroom and knew the convention was still running, but for how long? Maybe he should wait until it stopped, and just walk down to the ice sculpture to meet Domino, while still naked. It would be embarrassing for him, but maybe it was what Domino wanted. Not content with stripping him in the privacy of her lair, she had already resorted to using Julie and her friends to inflict further humiliation on him. 

Falcon lay there trying desperately to think of something. Eventually the door opened and the four women entered, carrying a large canvas holdall. Helen and Laura went into the bathroom, leaving Julie and Brooke with him. Falcon was relieved to see the holdall.

'Is that my costume?' he asked.

'In a manner of speaking,' Brooke replied, and giggled.

Falcon stood up and looked at Julie and Brooke who both smiled at him in a mischievous way. He felt something was different but wasn't sure what.

'Do you like our costumes?' asked Julie. 

'Yes,' Falcon replied. 'Can I have mine back please?'

'Do you notice anything different?' added Brook. Falcon saw that they were wearing the same tight-fitting costumes.

'No. You're both still Catwoman and Mrs Fantastic.'

The women giggled. 'Look again.' 

Falcon looked at their bodies and realised that they were no longer wearing costumes, but had a layer of body paint covering their skin. Julie's body was covered in black paint with silver stitches painted on. Brooke's body had blue paint with small black and white details. Falcon ran his eyes up and down their bodies. Both women were slim with firm breasts, and only their painted nipples and pubic hair gave any clue that they were really naked, wearing only their boots for effect. 

Falcon was unable to take his eyes off them. He'd heard stories of people who used body paint to replicate clothes, but had never seen it before. He had to admit that it had fooled him.

'You both look great,' he said. 

'Thanks,' replied Julie. 'We're attending the body paint contest later.'

'That must be amazing to watch,' he added.

'It will. And you will also look great.'

'Me?' said Falcon.

'Of course,' said Julie. 'Di told me how much you always wanted to do it.' Before Falcon could reply, Helen and Laura emerged from the bathroom, wearing white overalls and latex gloves, and led him into the bathroom. They told Falcon to stand in the bath and picked up their paint brushes. Helen then applied red paint on his legs from each calf to the top of his leg, while Laura painted his torso from the waist to his neck and his arms to each elbow. As they brushed the body paint on, Falcon found himself silently cursing Domino. When they had finished with the red paint, Laura told him to hold out his arms, as she applied black paint on each forearm to replicate his gauntlets. At the same time, Helen used the black paint over the area usually covered by his trunks. Falcon felt uneasy when she pulled open his cheeks and prodded the brush into his ass, while telling him it needed to look real. She then painted his front, while casually lifting up his cock to cover every inch of flesh. Finally, both women used fine brushes to paint a utility belt around his waist. When they had finished, they left, leaving him alone standing in the bath.

Julie then entered holding his boots. 'The paint will be dry now Dirk. You can put these on.' Falcon looked at his reflection in a full-length mirror. To his surprise, he looked as if he was still wearing his costume. The only give-away signs were his utility belt which looked flat, and his dangling cock. Julie giggled at this. 'That's not a problem us girls have. I recommend you keep your legs together when you're not walking,' she said.

They went back into the bedroom, where Helen and Laura were packing away their painting equipment and were arranging to meet Julie and Brooke later. Helen approached Falcon and whispered in his ear. 'You look very realistic, but just try not to get another boner.'

Julie and Brooke led Falcon from the bedroom to a lift. As the lift descended, Falcon wondered what Domino had in store for him. The lift stopped on the fifth floor and a middle-aged couple entered. They were wearing casual clothes and were clearly not attending the convention. They politely nodded and paid no further attention to them. As the lift approached the first floor, the woman glanced at Falcon and ran her eyes over his body. When she gazed at his crutch, her jaw dropped in disbelief, when she realised that he was wearing only body paint and could see his cock dangling. Falcon was aware that she was staring at him, but was too embarrassed to look at her. As they left the lift, the woman started talking frantically to her husband, as Julie led the way in the other direction.

They entered the small ballroom, where Falcon was relieved to see several others wearing painted costumes. 'The contest is about to start,' said Julie. 'Follow me.' Before Falcon could protest, Julie and Brooke led him to the middle of the room. There were about thirty other contestants walking around in a circle and Julie, Brooke and Falcon joined them.

Falcon saw that most of the contestants were women, whose costumes were also painted on their naked bodies, similar to Julie and Brooke. He immediately recognised one who was painted as Rogue, another as Black Widow and a couple of Batgirls. He noticed only two other men, who were both short and skinny, with small cocks, and were being ignored by the watching women, who were only interested in looking at Falcon. For several minutes they continued to parade in a circle, until the DJ announced that one of the Batgirls had won the contest. 




Falcon and Domino Ch. 06



The DJ started to play a slow song, and as Falcon made to leave, he was confronted by Helen who led him back onto the crowded dance floor and placed her arms around his neck. Falcon reluctantly put his arms around her, as they started swaying to the music. Helen pushed her body firmly against his, and started grinding against him. Falcon felt a tingling sensation as her spandex costume brushed against his cock.

'Do you like that Dirk?' she whispered.

'Please stop,' he pleaded, but to no avail, as Helen continued to grind until he was unable to prevent another erection. Helen reached down and held his cock.

'I know you like that Dirk.' Falcon had to use all of his mental strength to control himself, as Helen stroked his cock. Eventually the DJ announced that the convention was over and the lights came on. Falcon told Helen he was feeling faint, as an excuse to leave her, and headed to the nearest restroom. He waited inside a cubicle until his cock became limp, and then recalled that he needed to meet Domino urgently. He hurried out and reached the ice sculpture, where a clock above was showing the time as 2.07. 

He found Domino waiting for him, and they made their way through the large ballroom, where all the guests were leaving through the far exit. His heart sunk when he saw Neal and the photographer snapping guests as they left.

'The Green Lantern is my closest friend,' he told Domino. 'He can't see me like this. You must give me my costume.'

'I don't have it,' she replied, but pulled his hood from her handbag. 'But you can have this.' Falcon pulled on his hood and they continued walking, passing Neal, who giggled as they walked past him. At least Neal didn't know it was him.

Moments later they were in a cab. Domino gave instructions to the driver and closed the partition, before turning to Falcon. 'It looks like you had a good time. I only left you alone for five minutes, and then find you naked with four gorgeous young women.'

'I'm not laughing,' Falcon replied sternly.

'Relax Dirk. The mighty Falcon has revealed his face - and other things - in front of hundreds of people tonight, yet your secret is still safe with me.'

'Who's Julie?' asked Falcon.

'An actress I hired through a casting agency. When I told her that her role would involve undressing a hunky man, she asked me if her three friends could watch. Well, how could I refuse her request?' 

Falcon took a deep breath. 'Can I have my costume back now?'

'Don't you have a spare one?'

'Not any more. You destroyed all my other costumes. Don't you remember?'

'Oh yes. So I did,' she recalled. 'You can have it when we meet again next weekend.' Before Falcon could protest, the cab arrived at their original departure point near Domino's lair. 'This is where we say goodbye. I suggest you hurry home, as it will probably rain soon, and that body paint isn't waterproof.' Falcon climbed out of the cab, and watched it speed away into the night. 

When he arrived home, he climbed into the shower and recalled that evening's events and Domino's ingenious plan. She had caused him further humiliation --this time in front of hundreds of other people, who all thought that he was just another fan at a convention. She had exposed and stripped him in front of them, yet still remained completely in control of him.

He knew that she would continue to humiliate him as long as she had the incriminating recording. His only chance of stopping her was to find her true identity and attack her while she was off guard. That evening when he had faked illness, he had succeeded in getting Domino to remove her gloves briefly to take out the mint which she thought was a tablet. Her fingerprints were now on his utility belt and plastic jar. He had a friend in the police department who would be able to check her prints against their records to reveal her true identity. The only problem was that she still had his costume. 

As he watched the red and black paint disappeared down the drain, he knew that it was essential he recover his costume from Domino. Especially as Cyclops hadn't been able to trace the tattoo artist yet. He climbed out of the shower and started to dry himself. He then saw Helen's phone number on his cock, which she had written in indelible ink. Falcon had no interest in seeing Helen again, but knew that she was a link to Julie. If he could discover which casting agency employed Julie, he could break into their office to obtain Domino's details.

He scribbled her number on a piece of paper and placed it in a drawer. He then picked up a hard brush and a bar of soap. Falcon took a deep breath and braced himself, before rubbing it vigorously against his cock, in the knowledge that it would be painful.



Falcon and Domino Ch. 07



A light frost covered the ground that Saturday morning, as the joggers ran around the park - their feet crunching on the crisp tarmac below. Dirk Peterson ignored them as he walked briskly to a bench overlooking the boating lake, where a man with an eye patch sat alone. Checking that no one was watching, Dirk sat down next to the one-eyed man.

'Hello Cyclops,' he said. 'What have you got for me?'

'There are over one hundred tattoo artists in this city, and I've spoken to all of them in the last two weeks. None of them know about a woman with those four tattoos on her ankle. I offered them all a large bribe, and trust me, if they knew who she was, they would've told me, Mr Peterson.' 

Dirk was unable to hide his disappointment, but knew that Cyclops was the best informant The Daily Chronicle had, and if he couldn't find the information, then no one else could. Dirk handed him an envelope of cash and left. As he walked back to his apartment, he contemplated his situation. His alter-ego - costumed crimefighter Falcon - was being blackmailed by Domino. She had unmasked him and threatened to release the footage, unless he obeyed her every command.

On a recent encounter with Domino, Falcon had glimpsed her unique victory tattoos on her ankle which she boasted about. He was confident that Cyclops would trace the tattoo artist, but he had failed. His other lead was his utility belt, which he had tricked Domino into leaving her fingerprints on during the previous weekend. The only problem was that she had confiscated his costume, and it was imperative he retrieve it, to get her fingerprints which would nail her.

Dirk was also missing his girlfriend Sadie, who was visiting her family in the Midwest, but would be returning in a few days. He felt that if he could catch Domino soon, then he would be free again – free to start a new life somewhere else with Sadie. 

Domino had sent him instructions to meet her in room 25 of The Palace Hotel at 8.00 that evening. When the time came, he slipped on a t-shirt, jeans and a hoodie and took a taxi there. He mused that the previous weekend, it had hosted a costumed convention, where hundreds of guests had mingled around in superhero costumes, but tonight everyone was wearing their regular clothes. 

When he knocked on the door of room 25, he was greeted by Domino, who was wearing her familiar short black dress, with gloves, thighboots and mask. He briefly wondered how she had gotten into the hotel without drawing attention to herself. 

'I'm so glad you've joined me,' she said, as he entered. 'Every costumed crimefighter needs his costume, so I'm going to let you have yours back.' Falcon's heart rate increased at the thought of getting back his utility belt. 'All you have to do is solve the puzzles.'

'Puzzles? What puzzles?' asked Falcon.

'Simple,' she said, holding up an envelope. 'In here is a clue to a room number, along with a door pass. In each room you'll find part of your costume – there are seven rooms in all, along with a clue and door pass to the next room. Once you've solved all seven puzzles, you'll have your costume back.'

Falcon was suspicious of her words. 'What's the catch?'

'There's no catch Dirk. There will be a taxi waiting for us at the back of the hotel at 9.30. Providing you are there on time, we'll leave together and I'll stop the recording from being released onto the Internet. If you fail to arrive by 9.30, or are not wearing your complete costume, the recording will be released. You have ninety minutes to solve seven puzzles, or else the whole world will know your true identity.'

Falcon knew he had no choice but to comply with her game. 'Give me the first clue.'

Domino passed him a holdall. 'I will, as soon as you put your clothes in here. It wouldn't be fair to make it too easy for you. The clock's ticking, so I suggest you don't waste any more time.' Falcon removed his clothes and handed them to Domino, who shoved them into the holdall, before putting on a long black coat. 'Goodbye Dirk,' she said, as she gave him the envelope and left, leaving Falcon standing alone in the room, naked.

Falcon looked in the wardrobe which was empty, and found no towels or sheets in the room. Domino clearly wasn't going to make it easy for him. He tore open the envelope and found the door pass and a piece of paper with the first puzzle – "The letters in the alphabet, times the suits in a deck of cards." He knew to multiply twenty-six by four to make one hundred and four, therefore he had to go to room 104, which was on the tenth floor. He opened the door, and saw the corridor was clear. Tentatively, he walked to the lift and realised it would be too dangerous to use it. He made his way to the far stairwell and climbed the stairs until he reached the tenth floor. When he emerged in the corridor, he walked briskly to room 104. As he passed another room, the door opened and a woman in a business suit stepped out. When she saw Falcon, she screamed and he ran around the corner to room 104 and entered. On the bed were his red tights and another envelope. He quickly pulled on his tights and opened the envelope to read the puzzle – "The colors of the rainbow, times the blind mice." This was seven multiplied by three, which was twenty-one, and room 21 was on the second floor. 

He opened the door and found the corridor to be empty. Although no longer completely naked, he was aware that he would startle anyone else who saw him. He quickly made his way to the stairwell, just as the lift door opened and two security guards stepped out. Wasting no further time, he walked down to the second floor, and to room 21.

Once inside, he saw his red leotard on the bed, which he put on and opened the third envelope. The puzzle read – "The players in a soccer team, times the planets in the Solar System." He knew that eleven by nine was ninety-nine and room 99 was on the ninth floor. He left the room and ran up the stairs to room 99. He put the door pass in the lock, but it didn't open. He tried again, but to no avail. Frantically, he pushed the handle, but it still wouldn't open. Suddenly the door opened, and Falcon was confronted by a woman wearing a robe.

'Can I help you?' she said, and then a man's voice called out from behind her. Falcon realised that this was the wrong room.

'I'm sorry. I must have the wrong room,' he apologised. He was aware that the woman was running her eyes over his lycra-clad body, which left little to her imagination. 'I've just been to a gymnastics competition,' he lied, as he hastily made his way back to the stairwell. He reconsidered the puzzle, and recalled that Pluto no longer qualified as a planet, and there were now only eight planets in the Solar System. This would make eighty-eight as the correct answer to the puzzle. Without further ado, he ran to the eighth floor and entered room 88, where he found his boots and the fourth envelope. The puzzle inside read – "The years in a century, plus the number of Olympic rings." One hundred plus five, thought Falcon, as he made his way back to the tenth floor and entered room 105. 

There he found his gauntlets which he pulled on. He saw a clock displaying the time as 8.40, and knew he had almost an hour to find the final three items. He opened the fifth envelope and read the puzzle – "The players in a basketball team, times a baker's dozen." He knew five times thirteen was sixty-five. Falcon opened the door and saw the suited woman talking to the two security guards.

'There was a man exposing himself,' she said frantically. 

'OK Ma'am,' said the first guard. 'We'll check these rooms, and if we find him, we'll call the cops.'

Falcon knew that the woman might recognise his face, and he couldn't afford to waste time trying to explain to the security guards. He went onto the balcony and looked down from ten floors up. A security guard knocked on the door, and when Falcon didn't answer, the guard asked the other for the master key. Falcon knew that room 65 was exactly four floors below this room. He quickly tore the bed sheets and made a knotted rope, which he tied to the balcony and threw it over the side. Then he climbed over and lowered himself down the outside of the hotel. When he reached the sixth floor, he climbed onto the balcony of room 65, just as the security guards stormed onto the balcony of room 105. Without hesitation, Falcon smashed the glass door and entered the room.

On the bed he saw his black leather trunks, which he quickly pulled on. He then opened the sixth envelope and read the puzzle – "The signs of the zodiac, times the seasons in a year." As twelve by four was forty-eight, he made his way to room 48, where he found his hood, which he pulled on. Falcon was now only lacking his utility belt, which would be in the final room. He looked on the bed but couldn't see an envelope, and knew it had to be in the room somewhere. He heard a voice from behind him, and when he turned around, saw a dark-haired woman had emerged through a connecting door. She was wearing a stylish blue dress with sandals, and looked as if she was going to a party. 

'Are you looking for this?' she said, holding the envelope. 'You must be Dirk. I'm Stacey, by the way.'

'Yes. Can I have it please,' he replied.

'You can have it after your performance. Although, can I ask you to be gentle with Justine. She's led a sheltered life and is very shy,' said Stacey.

'Performance? I'm not a performer.'

Stacey produced a sheet of paper, which she read from, "We confirm the booking of Dirk Dong, the stripping wrestler, to perform a striptease at Justine's bachelorette party at 9.00 at The Palace Hotel on Saturday October 19th. Please note that clients are prohibited from touching the performer at any time, although gratuities may be given after the performance. Signed Di Moon." Stacey looked at Falcon. 'You're clearly a wrestler, although I would've preferred a stripping fireman or naval officer myself.'

Stacey turned and walked through the connecting door, and when Falcon followed her, found himself in a large suite. It was draped in banners and balloons, with a drinks table at the far end. Facing him were a group of about twenty women of all ages. They were all wearing party dresses, and heavy make-up, and a strong stench of perfume hung in the air. It was clear to Falcon that Justine's bachelorette party was well underway, and some of the women were already intoxicated with alcohol. 

'Here's the strip-o-gram,' shouted one woman, and the others cheered, raucously. 

'Wait,' said Falcon. 'There's been a misunderstanding.' 

Two milfs approached Falcon. 'We've paid for this show, so get 'em off.'

'I'm sure you'll be reimbursed ladies,' he said, before turning to Stacey. 'Can I have the envelope please?'

Stacey stepped forward and whispered in Falcon's ear. 'I won't be able to control them for much longer, so I think you should start stripping now.'

Falcon remained defiant. 'I'm sorry ladies, but there's not going to be a striptease tonight.' On hearing this, the two milfs lunged forward and grabbed Falcon by his shoulders, pushing him onto the bed. Within seconds, two other women grabbed his legs, rendering Falcon immobile. A loud cheer then resonated around the suite. Some of the women pulled off his gauntlets and boots, while another climbed on the bed and peeled off his hood. 'No! Stop it,' said Falcon, whose plea was drowned out by the noise of the cheering women. 

Another milf pulled off his trunks, and then a younger woman stepped forward and peeled off his leotard, leaving Falcon wearing only his tights. There was a loud gasp, as the women could now see all of his bulges. With his arms and legs restrained, Falcon was powerless to resist them.

'What have we here, ladies?' said one of the milfs, as she started to stroke Falcon's cock through his tights. Falcon felt a tingling sensation, as she expertly tantalised him with her delft touches. He fought hard to control himself, but was no match for the experienced milf, who knew exactly how to control a man's cock. Falcon was unable to prevent his erection from bulging up inside his tights. The milf gave Falcon a smug grin as she stepped away. 

Then, from behind the rowdy women, a fresh-faced woman emerged. She was in her early-twenties, with very little make-up and large glasses. She was wearing a high-necked, long-sleeved dress that went down below her knees, and was unlike the other women in both dress and behaviour.

'Go on Justine,' shouted another woman. 'Your last night of freedom.'

When Falcon looked into Justine's eyes, he recognised the look of sheer terror. Justine stepped forward and smiled nervously, revealing an orthodontic brace on her teeth. She knelt down between Falcon's spread legs and tentatively touched Falcon's cock through his tights. The other women cheered and shouted encouragement for her to continue. When he looked into her eyes, he saw the unmistakable look of trepidation. With the other women baying at Justine to continue, she started stroking Falcon, slowly at first. After a couple of minutes, Justine dug her slender fingers inside his elasticated waistband and slowly pulled Falcon's tights down to his knees, to the cheers of the other women. With his cock now exposed and unrestrained, she started to stimulate him.   

As she jerked him off, the women all cheered loudly and shouted to her. 'Go on Justine. Milk him good.'

For several minutes Justine continued giving her handjob, and when Falcon looked at her, saw an expression of extreme pleasure on her face. Eventually, as he felt himself about to climax, his body began to shudder uncontrollably. One of the milfs saw what was happening and shouted. 'Look out. He's about to blow,' causing the other women to laugh. Justine increased the speed of her wrist action, and as Falcon reached his climax, she modified it to control his ejaculation, as he shot his load over his stomach and chest.

There was an even louder cheer from the women. 'He's come. Go Justine go,' shouted one woman. Even after Falcon had finished coming, Justine still continued to jerk his cock that was now rapidly going limp. Then suddenly, Justine released his cock, and gave him a nervous smile, before walking away to the bar at the far end of the room. 

There was a loud knock on the door, and the two security guards entered. 'We've had complaints from other guests about the noise,' the guard said, and then saw Falcon lying on the bed. 'What's going on here?' he added. Then a woman entered. She was in her mid-thirties, tall, athletic with auburn hair, and dressed in an expensive black suit. She showed her ID badge to the guards.

'I'll deal with this,' she said. The guards left and she turned to face the women. 'The show's over now ladies.' The women walked away to the bar. Falcon got up and staggered back into room 48, followed by the black-suited woman. 'I'm Police Detective Rachel Benton. Are you OK sir?' Falcon nodded, as Stacey entered carrying Falcon's costume, which she handed to him.

'I'm really sorry about this. It's not what I planned,' she said, before returning to the suite. 

Falcon went into the bathroom. He knew he had to find his utility belt and get to the taxi by 9.30. Although, he was standing naked in a hotel bathroom with a cop waiting outside. He knew he had to act fast. He put on his costume, and realised his hood was missing. Knowing he had no time to lose, he stepped outside to find Detective Benton holding his hood and the envelope. 'Is this what you're looking for?' she said.

'Yes. Thank you,' he said, as he pulled on his hood and took the envelope.

'You're Falcon, aren't you?' she said. 

'No Detective,' he lied. 'I'm just a strip-o-gram performer, who got ambushed by a group of rowdy women.' 

'If you're in trouble Falcon, then I can help you,' she added.

'I'm sorry Detective, but you're mistaken,' he said, as he left.

When Falcon reached the stairwell, he tore open the final envelope to read the puzzle – "The wonders of the world, times the days of Christmas." He knew this was seven times twelve and ran up the stairs to room 84. There he found his utility belt, which he clasped around his waist, before running downstairs to the waiting taxi. When he climbed in, he found Domino already there. She was still wearing her long black coat, and was also wearing a black veiled hat which hid her face.

'I'm pleased you made it Dirk. Although, I hear you had a few issues with some excitable ladies tonight,' she said.

'I didn't think it was funny,' he snapped.

'Relax Dirk. I'll go home and stop the recording, just as I promised.' 

When the taxi arrived at her lair, Falcon climbed out, and the taxi sped away. When he arrived at his apartment, he removed his utility belt and gauntlets. Then, while wearing latex gloves, he applied a thin layer of dusting powder to his utility belt to reveal Domino's fingerprints. Using a scanner, he captured the prints and uploaded them onto his computer. He then e-mailed them to his friend Ramon, who worked in the Police Forensics Department.

I was almost lunchtime the following day, when Falcon received a phone call from Ramon.

'Those were very clear fingerprints you sent me,' said Ramon. 'I've ran them through the computer, but there's no matches.'

'Are you sure?' said Falcon. 'They came from a felon.'

'Maybe, but we don't have any record of this person's prints. I've also checked them against all the other police departments in the country, as well as the FBI, and we've no record of this felon yet.'

Falcon thanked Ramon, but was disappointed and shocked to hear that the police had no record of Domino. His plan to identify her by her fingerprints had failed. He also hadn't been able to trace her by her tattoos, despite Cyclops best efforts. 

A few miles away in room 66 of The Palace Hotel, Rachel Benton gazed out of the window, as she recalled the previous evening's events. She had heard the glass of the balcony door smash in the adjacent room and saw Falcon leave. She followed him to the fourth floor and entered the suite after the security guards had been called. Rachel was grateful that they didn't notice that her ID badge was for her own police department back on the West Coast, as she had no jurisdiction here. She knew for sure that the man in the costume was Falcon, as she had recognised him from the previous weekend at the convention. He had been with a blonde woman, who had forced him to unmask in public – something no costumed crimefighter would ever do willingly. 

Rachel was an experience cop, and when she looked into Falcon's eyes last night, she could tell that he was in trouble. Her instincts told her that the woman was blackmailing him. Rachel didn't know who the woman was, or what exactly was happening, but she would help Falcon. For not only was Rachel a cop, but she also had an alter-ego of her own. One that would help Falcon in his hour of need.



Falcon and Domino Ch. 08



There was a spring in Dirk Peterson's step when he arrived at The Grand Hotel that afternoon. He entered the lounge where he saw his girlfriend, Sadie Newman, and her employer - property magnate Aaron Lansdown. When their drinks arrived, Aaron Lansdown wasted no time getting to the point.

'I've got contractors waiting to start work on my new development Mr Peterson, and I need them to start by the beginning of December, which is less than four weeks away. I want those whores and winos off my land. The cops don't seem to be able to do it, and I guess the only person who can help is Falcon. So that's why I've come to you.'

'I don't see how I can help Mr Lansdown,' said Dirk.

'Of course you can. I'm offering a one million dollar reward to Falcon, if he clears those people off my land. I'd like you to publish that in your newspaper.'

Dirk was taken aback by Lansdown's words. 'I'll need to speak to my editor.'

'I already have,' replied Lansdown. 'He's a good friend of mine and he's told me you're his best reporter. I want you to run a story, telling your readers about the benefits of my new development to this city. Let them know that the police are incapable, or unwilling to take these whores seriously. Make it clear that if Falcon gets rid of them for good, he'll be a rich man.' 

'I'm not sure Falcon can help. I hear he's just a fruitcake in a costume,' said Dirk.

'Fruitcake or not, I'll pay him to clear my land,' Lansdown replied firmly, bringing the meeting to a close. 'It's time we left. Goodbye Mr Peterson.' Lansdown and Sadie left, and minutes later, Sadie returned alone. She flung her arms around Dirk's neck and kissed him passionately.

'I've missed you so much,' he said. 

'I've missed you too,' she replied. 'Let's get dinner.' 

As they sat in a nearby bistro, Dirk looked into Sadie's eyes as he admired her beautiful face and long black hair. They talked excitedly all evening, until Sadie made an announcement. 'Dirk, I've been thinking. We can leave this city and live in my hometown in the Midwest. I've got a job lined up with a pharmaceutical company, and you could work on the local newspaper. We can start a new life together.'

'I'd love to,' he replied, then added, 'I love you Sadie.'

'I love you too Dirk,' she said, without any hesitation. 'So it's agreed. We'll hand in our resignations and move to the Midwest in the new year.' Dirk wanted to jump up and down and cheer, but he knew there was one major problem – Domino. As long as she continued to blackmail him, he wouldn't be able to leave the city. 

'Yes, it's agreed,' he said.

The following afternoon, while at his desk at The Daily Chronicle, Dirk received a message that he had a visitor, and found a tall, athletic woman with auburn hair waiting for him in reception.

'Mr Peterson. I'm Police Detective Rachel Benton. Can we talk?' she said. Dirk immediately recognised her from The Palace Hotel the previous weekend. 'I've heard that Aaron Lansdown has asked you to publish a story that he's offering a reward to Falcon to clear the prostitutes from his land.'

'Yes, that's right. Is there a problem?'

'There's no law against it, but it's not something the police can condone,' she said. 'Mr Lansdown's a wealthy and powerful man. He has a lot of influence on people in high places. Sometimes men like him think they can buy whatever they want.' Rachel paused briefly, before changing the subject. 'Have we met before?'

'I don't think so,' he lied.

'I recently saw a strip-o-gram who looked like you,' she said. Dirk feigned a look of shook and Rachel realised that it had sounded like a cheap chat-up line, and felt it best not to continue. They shook hands and Rachel left. 

The following evening at 10.00, Falcon arrived in the red-light district. He noticed that Aaron Lansdown's heavy plant vehicles were now all positioned within a fenced compound a hundred yards away. The compound was lit by powerful arc lights, and security guards with dogs were patrolling outside the fence. He entered Domino's lair and removed his mask, before going into the first room where he found her waiting for him.

'Good evening slave. Remove your belt,' she said. She led him through a series of rooms until they reached a door at the rear of the lair. Domino unlocked it and Falcon saw that they were in another section of the red-light district, occupied by vagrants, who were huddled around bonfires. The vagrants took no notice of them as they walked by, and they soon found themselves outside another converted warehouse with a neon sign that read, "The Kandy Klub".

'The recording is timed to be released at midnight. Although, I won't be stopping it - you will,' Domino said, holding a small bag, which she placed in a crack in the wall. 'In that bag is a cell phone with a pre-programmed phone number. When you dial it, a recorded message will invite you to enter a four digit code. This code will stop the recording being released. If you enter the wrong code three times, the phone will lockdown, so you can't key random numbers. Only by entering the correct code can you stop the recording.'

They made their way to The Kandy Klub entrance, where a doorman in a tight-fitting PVC T-shirt stood aside. 'In there are four mistresses. Each must be given a tribute and obeyed. Once they're satisfied with you, they will give you a number. When you have all four numbers, you can input the code. You have less than two hours, so good luck slave.' 

'How do I know which mistresses to see?' he asked.

'Initially, you'll find it easy, DIRK!' she replied, and she turned to leave.

'Wait,' he called. 'Give me a clue, please.'

'You want another clue? Must I spell it out to you, DIRK!' she said, before walking away into the night.

Falcon entered and realised he was inside an S&M club, and had to find four mistresses. Despite being clad in his costume, no one gave him a second glance, as everyone else was wearing fetish outfits. He walked into one section and saw a naked man strapped to a bench, while a woman in a long black dress spanked him with a paddle. In the next room, a man in a thong was huddled in a cage, while two women teased him. He then went in another direction and saw several men and women dressed in fetish attire stroking each other. Falcon had never been anywhere like this before and was out of his comfort zone. He needed to get the four numbers and leave – quickly.

He didn't know which mistresses he had to find. He had asked Domino for a clue, but she hadn't given him one. For the next twenty minutes, he walked through the corridors and alcoves looking for a solution. He then recalled Domino's words and the realisation dawned on him. She had called him "Dirk" twice –each time emphasising his name. First she said "initially", then "spell it out". The answer lay in the letters in his name - D.I.R.K. He now understood that there were four mistresses, and each one's name began with a letter from his own name. He returned to the doorman.

'Is there a mistress whose name begins with 'D', he asked.

'Mistress Delite. You'll find her at the rear of the club.' Falcon made his way there and found a room with a throne, occupied by a slim woman, wearing a black leather catsuit and stiletto-heeled shoes.

'Mistress Delite?' he asked. The woman nodded and Falcon entered. She held out her hand and Falcon realised she wanted a tribute. 'I don't have anything for you.' She pointed to his groin, and he knew she wanted his trunks. He removed them and handed them to her.

'On your knees slave,' she commanded, and Falcon dropped to the floor. 'Kiss my shoes.' Falcon raised her foot and began kissing her black patent leather shoe. After a while, Mistress Delite raised her other foot and Falcon continued until she told him to stop. 'Stand up slave,' she said, and he stood in front of her with his arms behind his back. 'You have done well, so I'll give you a number.' Without warning, she pulled down his tights and grabbed his cock. Then, with a marker pen, she wrote a digit on the underside, before pulling his tights up. 

Falcon was stunned by this, and was too shocked to speak. He returned to the doorman. 'Is there a mistress beginning with an 'I'?' he asked.

'You'll want Mistress Imelda, to the left of the bar.' Falcon made his way there to find another mistress on her throne. This one was an attractive, busty, black woman wearing a tight-fitting leather dress.

'Give me your tribute slave,' she said, and Falcon gave her his gauntlets. Mistress Imelda ordered Falcon to kneel before her and kiss her shoes, and only told him to stop after several minutes. When he stood up, she also casually pulled down his tights and wrote a digit on his cock.

'Thank you Mistress,' he said, desperately trying to sound like someone who hadn't just lost their dignity. 'Where can I find a mistress with a name beginning with 'R'?'

'You'll want Mistress Ruby. Her room is next to the ladies restroom.' Falcon made his way there and as he passed the ladies restroom, two middle-aged women emerged. Both were wearing black PVC dresses, and were casually talking about the storyline of a daytime soap opera. Evidence that the club members were ordinary people, looking for some excitement in their mundane lives. He entered Mistress Ruby's room and found a slim Chinese woman, wearing a long red silk dress.

'Welcome slave,' she said, and pointed to his chest. 'Please give me your tribute.' Falcon removed his leotard and handed it to her. He knelt down and she placed her foot in his lap. She was wearing a pair of elegant strappy sandals and she ordered him to remove them. Once he had done so, she instructed him to kiss her feet. As Falcon slowly kissed each part of her foot, he recalled the cell phone. Once he had used it to enter the code, he would take it to Ramon in the police laboratory. He was confident Ramon would be able to trace its history and locate Domino's location. 

When Mistress Ruby told Falcon to stand up, he bit his lip as she held his cock and reached for her marker pen. Once she had written her digit, she dismissed him. Falcon knew he was almost there. Just one more mistress to endure and he could leave with a weapon to catch Domino. He approached the doorman again.

'What letter do you want now?' the doorman said, sardonically, and Falcon told him it was 'K'. 'That'll be Mistress Kandy. She's in that room,' he added, pointing to a door. Falcon entered the room and found a tall woman wearing a bright pink PVC dress with matching boots and dyed pink hair.

'Mistress Kandy?' he said, and she pointed to his legs. Falcon removed his boots and offered them to her.

'Not your boots! Give me your tights, you stupid slave!' she commanded. Falcon peeled them off and gave them to her. 'Put these on,' she said, as she passed him a pair of black hold-up stockings. Falcon pulled them on and realised that this was even more humiliating than being naked. She told him to put his boots back on, and then said, 'You can have your number if you win the contest.'

'What contest?'

'He who comes last - comes first. But beware, I will be your mistress and no slave of mine has ever won.' She led him back to the area near the bar, where a crowd had gathered, and Falcon saw that two other men were on a small stage. One was young and slim, and the other old and fat. Both were also naked and wearing black stockings with women's shoes. Both also had a mistress standing behind them. Mistress Kandy led Falcon onto the stage and they stood between the two men.

An MC appeared dressed in a black jacket, fishnet tights and top hat. She spoke into a microphone. 'He who comes last - comes first. Let the contest begin.' Mistress Kandy put one arm around Falcon's chest and placed her other hand on his balls and started to massage them. Falcon immediately felt himself becoming aroused and realised what was happening. All three men were being stimulated by sexy mistresses, and the winner would be the one who ejaculated last. 

Falcon knew that Mistress Kandy would only give him the final number if he won the contest. He tried to clear his mind of what was happening to him, but found it difficult as she expertly used her delicate fingers to stroke his balls. He glanced to one side and saw the young man was already fully erect, and his mistress had a firm grip on his cock. He saw that the older man was still flaccid and his mistress was blowing gently into his ear.

Mistress Kandy squeezed his balls, causing him to groan softly, and soon Falcon's cock was fully erect. The young man's mistress was now moving her hand rapidly up and down her slave's cock, as he started to groan loudly. Falcon saw that the older man's stubby cock was only partially erect, and his mistress was stimulating him frantically. Mistress Kandy placed her slim fingers around the head of Falcon's cock, before taking a delicate but firm grip on his shaft. 

Falcon heard a cheer from the crowd and saw that the young man had just come, and his mistress was holding up her arms in a triumphant manner. One down, one to go, he thought. As Mistress Kandy continued to stimulate him, Falcon could feel his balls tightening and knew he wouldn't be able to resist for much longer. He winced as he desperately tried to hold back his orgasm. He heard the crowd cheering and felt Mistress Kandy increasing her rhythm. 

He knew he was unable to contain himself any longer. But just before he climaxed, he heard another cheer and saw that the old man had just shot his load. Seconds later, Falcon cried out in relief, as he came, and was still crying while Mistress Kandy milked him. The MC climbed onto the stage and hoisted Falcon's arm into the air, just before the crowd dispersed. Mistress Kandy led him away and gave him a towel. When he had cleaned himself, she lifted his cock and wrote the final digit on it.

'You did well slave,' she said. 'Traditionally, the winner spends the rest of the night with Mistress Lashes.' A leather-clad dominatrix then appeared, and was clearly waiting for Falcon to go with her.

'Give me five minutes,' he said, and made his way to the entrance. 'Do you have the time,' he asked the doorman.

'11.56,' he replied. 

Falcon had four minutes to stop the recording. He ran outside and reached the wall, where he grabbed the cell phone. He was about to dial it, when he realised he didn't know the code, and it was too dark to see the numbers on his cock. He glanced back at the Kandy Klub and saw Mistress Lashes at the entrance calling for him to return. Frantically, he ran to the vagrant's area, only to find the fires were almost dead. He knew he had less than three minutes to go. Then he remembered the arc lights and ran towards the compound, where he found a floodlit area next to the fence. He pressed the button on the cell phone and heard a recorded message.

"Please enter your code." Falcon lifted his cock and was relieved he could read all four digits. He entered the code on the phone before hearing another message from the robotic voice. "Code accepted – Goodbye." The line went dead. Falcon had succeeded, but only just.

He turned around and saw two uniformed security guards, each with a guard dog.

'Are you trying to break in?' one said.

'No,' Falcon said. 'This isn't what it seems.' The guards looked at each other with bemused expressions. Falcon knew that he was wearing only a pair of black stockings and boots, in a red-light area, and he could forgive the guards for jumping to the wrong conclusion.

'You're coming with us,' one said. He took the cell phone and handcuffed Falcon's arms behind his back, before escorting him into the compound and inside an empty portakabin. The guard placed the phone on a table and left, locking the door behind him. Ten minutes later, the door opened and two uniformed police officers entered.

'We had reports about an attempted break-in,' one said. 'But you don't look like a burglar to me.'

'I can explain,' said Falcon, as he stood up.

'Of course you can,' said the other. 'We're taking you to the station, where you'll be charged with indecent exposure.' Before Falcon could protest, the door opened and Detective Rachel Benton walked in. 

'I'll deal with this,' she said. 'Release him.'

'Yes Ma'am,' said the first cop, who released the handcuffs, before they left, leaving Falcon alone with Rachel. She passed him a blanket.

'Mr Peterson. May I ask what you're doing here, dressed like that?' 

'I can explain. I've an S&M fetish and went to the Kandy Klub. There was a misunderstanding and I was forced to leave quickly.' Rachel picked up the cell phone.

'Is this yours?' she asked.

'No. I found it and was going to hand it in at the police station tomorrow.' Rachel put the phone in her handbag.

'I'll take care of that,' she said, before explaining the position. 'The Kandy Klub is a legitimate organisation, which the police have no interest in - providing their members perform their activities in private. I would suggest that the next time you attend, you don't leave without your clothes, or I'll arrest you. Consider this your final warning. Now go home.'

Falcon made his way out of the compound, and headed back to his apartment. He had stopped Domino's recording from being released, but had been humiliated in the process. He had been stripped and jerked off and didn't know how much more of this he could endure.

The following morning in room 66 of The Palace Hotel, Rachel Benton recalled the previous evening's events. She had been relaxing in her room with her police radio on, when she heard about an incident in the red-light district. She drove there and arrived just in time to rescue the situation.

This was not the first time Rachel had seen Falcon naked, as he had previously been stripped by the rowdy women at the bachelorette party. That night she had seen him leave in a taxi with a blonde woman. The next day Rachel had made enquiries with the taxi company, and discovered Falcon had been dropped off at the red-light district, and the woman had been taken to a residential apartment block nearby.

The taxi had been booked in the name of Di Moon. Rachel didn't need to be a detective to know this was an anagram of Domino – the same name as a petty felon who had recently been responsible for some minor crimes near the red-light district. She knew something was going on and Falcon was in trouble.

She took a metal suitcase from the wardrobe and opened it. As she gazed at what was inside, she found herself thinking aloud. 'I haven't seen this for a while, but it looks like it's time to use it again. I think Falcon - aka Dirk Peterson - needs some help. And I'm the woman to help him.' 



Falcon and Domino Ch. 09



As Falcon looked down from an office rooftop that Friday evening, he heard gunshots coming from a nearby factory. When he arrived there, he found a security guard being held captive by two masked gunmen. Falcon crept up on the gunmen and knocked them out with a blow to the neck. The security guard ran into his office and phoned the police. Falcon was unaware of their accomplice approaching him from behind, with a cleaver in his raised arm. He was about to strike, when a foot lunged into his midriff, and as he fell, he was struck on his neck by a hand. Falcon turned around and saw the would-be assailant lying on the ground with the cleaver next to him. 

Falcon made his way deeper into the factory where he saw the full extent of the robbery. He was then confronted by four men armed with pistols. Falcon withdrew his stungun, as he contemplated which one to shoot first. He knew the odds were against him getting all four, before one shot him. Then suddenly one of the robbers fell to the floor clutching his arm, and was soon followed by a second. The odds had now changed drastically in his favour. 

The two remaining robbers looked past Falcon, and when he turned around, Falcon saw another figure. The newcomer was draped in a red cape, which blew back to reveal they were wearing a bright yellow latex bodysuit incorporating a hood. Falcon could see that the figure-hugging bodysuit revealed the newcomer to be a tall, athletic woman. She was also wearing red knee-high boots and a thin utility belt. She wasn't wearing gloves, but wore a chunky red metal bracelet on each wrist.

One of the robbers raised his gun, but the woman aimed her right arm at him, and a dart shot from her bracelet, hitting him in the chest, and knocking him down. The last robber turned and ran away, leaving Falcon and the woman alone.

'Who are you?' he asked.

'I'm Raven,' she replied. 'I figured you needed help.' Before Falcon could reply, another robber appeared armed with a machine gun, and Falcon and Raven jumped behind a fork-lift truck. The robber approached them, and as he walked past a pile of crates, Raven raised her left arm and fired a dart from her bracelet. When the dart struck the crates, it exploded, sending the crates tumbling down on the robber.

Falcon and Raven were suddenly confronted by four more robbers, all holding pickaxes. Raven leaped forward and kicked the first man in the stomach, and as she landed, swivelled around and kicked the weapon from the second man's hand, before kicking him under his chin. With two down, the next man lunged at Falcon, who wrestled his weapon from him and punched him in his face, knocking him out. The last man flung his pickaxe at Raven, who fired a dart from her right arm into his chest, and he fell to the ground.

'He'll live,' she said. Suddenly the main doors opened and a SWAT team stormed into the factory. 'Time to leave,' she said, and ran towards the rear exit. Falcon ran after her and when they reached a safe distance in a nearby alley, they stopped to get their breath.

'You said you're Raven,' said Falcon. 'But I've never heard of you. And why didn't you stop to talk to the police? You helped prevent an armed robbery'

'I find it easier not to involve the police,' she replied. 'I'm here to help you. You were outnumbered back there.'

'Thanks,' he said. 

'I think we'd make a great team,' she added.

'Thanks again, but I work alone,' he replied, before running off into the night.

Raven headed in the opposite direction and reached the rear of The Palace Hotel. Using a lever pick, she opened a staff door and made her way up a service stairwell to the sixth floor and entered room 66.

After running a bath, Raven removed her costume, and slid into the warm water. As she lay there, Rachel Benton reflected on her life. As a teenager, she had been a martial arts enthusiast – winning the State Junior Karate Championship at fourteen, and becoming taekwondo champion at fifteen. When she left college, Rachel joined her local police department on the West Coast, where she trained other officers in unarmed combat techniques. 

Her life changed three years ago, when her partner Chris was shot and killed by a local drug dealer called Lemmy. In court Lemmy was acquitted as the prosecution couldn't produce the murder weapon. As he walked away from the court, Rachel swore to avenge Chris. It was while surfing the Internet that she discovered a costumed crimefighter called Falcon, who was based on the East Coast. 

Using Falcon as her inspiration, Rachel designed her own distinctive costume, which would make her instantly recognisable. As well as being armed with her martial arts skills, she enlisted the help of her cousin, who worked in a hi-tech laboratory developing weapons for the military. He had designed a bracelet that fired small darts by using nerve impulses. Some darts carried an explosive tip, while others would cause temporary paralyses. The military had decided against using the weapon, enabling him to discreetly give her the bracelets. 

The following week, Rachel donned her Raven costume and went to Lemmy's business premises. After overpowering his henchmen, she confronted him in his office. At first he laughed at her and derided her costume, which made her angry. Raven lost her temper and lashed out with a karate kick that dislocated Lemmy's knee. During the scuffle, he opened a hidden panel which revealed a gun and his crooked business records. Raven fired a dart to paralyse him, and when the police arrived, they found the gun to be the same one which killed Chris. Lemmy was re-tried and given a life sentence. 

Rachel realised that Raven had been able to act in a way which Rachel never could. Raven could bend the law to catch criminals without being bound by red tape. From that day Rachel Benton had been a police detective by day, and costumed crimefighter Raven by night.

Rachel was currently on a two month secondment to assist the local police with combat training, and was staying in room 66 of The Palace Hotel. Three weeks ago, she had discovered the hotel was hosting a costumed superhero's convention. As she had her costume with her, she decided to attend for her amusement. Then amongst all the fans in fancy dress, she spotted Falcon with a blonde woman. The woman had said something to him, to make him remove his mask in public. 

She had also discovered him in embarrassing predicaments on two other occasions since, and knew he was in trouble. Rachel would be returning home in a few days, and was determined to help Falcon before she left.

The following morning, Dirk Peterson met his girlfriend Sadie for brunch at his favorite diner. Sadie told him that she had handed in her resignation to her employer, in preparation for her move back to the Midwest.

'What did Mr Lansdown say?' asked Dirk.

'That he was sorry to lose me, but he wished me well. Although I know all he really cares about is getting his land cleared. I'm not surprised he offered Falcon a million dollar reward to help him.'

'I wouldn't be so sure,' said Dirk. 'I think Falcon's just a fruitcake in a costume.'

'I read in the papers that there's a new mysterious crimefighter called Raven,' she said. 'What do you know about her? Is she Falcon's new partner?'

'No. I think she wants to help him, but Falcon works alone. She's just an overzealous vigilante, albeit a very strong one.' Sadie didn't pursue this, and changed the subject.

'Have you handed in your notice yet Dirk? I want you to come with me.'

'Not yet,' he replied, and could see the look of disappointment on her face. 'But I will soon.'

After brunch, Dirk took Sadie home, and then drove to the suburbs. As he passed the neat houses with picket fences, he saw some families had even started erecting their Christmas lights in preparation for the festive season. He drove to Pilkington Lane and parked his car. He then checked his cell phone, to confirm that Domino had instructed him to go to number 1217 Pilkington Lane in plain clothes, at 2.00 pm to meet Charlotte.

As he walked up the front path, he admired the manicured lawn and shrubs. The door was opened by a woman with short blonde hair, and casually dressed in a sweater and jeans. 'Hello, you must be Dirk,' she said. 'I'm Charlotte. Please come in.' She led him into her lounge, where three other women were present. They were also wearing casual sweaters and jeans, and sipping from china teacups. 'Our meeting's running late, I'm afraid. But you're welcome to join us,' said Charlotte, as she poured Dirk a cup of tea from an ornate teapot, and offered him a cupcake. 'OK ladies. Item 7 on the Pilkington Lane Ladies Social Group agenda- The Chinese New Year buffet in January.'

'Soo Li will arrange this,' said a dark-haired woman. 'And I'll arrange the trip to the home baking convention in February.'

'Thank you Anna,' said Charlotte, before turning to a black woman. 'What about you Prudence?'

'I'll plan the embroidery contest in March,' Prudence replied.

'I've enrolled us on the jam making course in February,' said a blonde woman, in a bright pink sweater.

'Thank you Sally,' said Charlotte. The four women continued discussing their agenda for another twenty minutes, and Dirk found himself struggling to stay awake. Had Domino grown tired of humiliating him, and had resorted to punishing him through boredom? 'That just brings us to the issue of club funding.'

'I have an idea,' said Prudence. 'We could organise a yard sale to raise money. It's something we did recently at my church, and we raised over eight hundred dollars.'

'My church did something similar,' said Anna,

'Excellent,' said Charlotte. 'Then we'll arrange a yard sale, to raise money for The Kandy Klub. That's everything, so I hereby declare this meeting closed.' She turned to face Dirk, who had now become alert. 'What did you think of The Kandy Klub, Dirk?'

'The Kandy Klub?' he said, in a state of shock.

'Yes,' Charlotte replied. 'You visited us last weekend. Don't you remember? First you saw Anna, also known as Mistress Delite. Then you saw Mistress Imelda, who is Prudence.' Prudence smiled and gave him a wave. 'Then you saw Mistress Ruby, but Soo Li couldn't be here today. And finally Sally, otherwise known as the shocking pink, and very naughty, Mistress Kandy.'

Dirk looked at Sally, and could see faint traces of pink dye still in her hair. He was stunned. Three of the mistresses who had casually written on the most private part of his anatomy, were now sitting with him drinking tea, and discussing baking conventions and embroidery contests. 

'Well done for winning the endurance contest last weekend,' said Sally. 'You're the first slave of mine to do so,' before offering him a tray. 'Would you like a cupcake?'

'Er. Yes, thank you,' he replied.

'I can give you my recipe if you like,' Sally added. Dirk couldn't comprehend that a woman who had jerked him off was making small talk about cupcakes. 'You must excuse us, as we have to go now. It's been nice meeting you Dirk.' Moments later, Sally, Prudence and Anna left, leaving Dirk alone with Charlotte.

'I'm sorry our meeting over-ran,' said Charlotte. 'The Pilkington Lane Ladies Social Group are usually very punctual. Anyway, we can start the session now.'

'Session?'

'Yes. You won the endurance contest last weekend, despite Sally's best efforts. Tradition states that the winner has a session with Mistress Lashes, which is me of course. Di explained about your medical conditional, and that you had to leave The Kandy Klub to take urgent medication. But you're here now, and we can have the session today. I've got my own dungeon here.'

'You really don't have to do this,' Dirk pleaded.

'Of course I do. Di would hate it if I didn't honour The Kandy Klub tradition. Let me tell you the rules. My dungeon is in the basement and everything is hygienically cleaned to the highest standard. Our session will be purely role play, and you must address me as "Mistress", and I will call you "Slave". As this is your first time, I will be gentle will you, but if it becomes too much, you must use the safe word which is "Paris". Finally, I do not offer any sexual services. I'm a dominatrix, not a prostitute. If you feel you're about to orgasm, you must say the safe word immediately. I keep a clean dungeon and no slave has ever ejaculated in it. It must be enjoyable for both of us, but it's only role play and nothing more.'

Charlotte led Dirk into the basement and a room with red painted walls and gothic style lights. There were various pieces of furniture scattered around, and a selection of whips and other accessories hung on the wall. 

'I'll go and get changed,' said Charlotte. 'While I'm gone, I want you to undress and kneel against the wall.' Charlotte left and as Dirk stood alone, he tried to comprehend his situation. Domino was obviously using Charlotte to humiliate him further. He suspected Charlotte had no idea who Domino really was, or that he was Falcon. He knew he had to comply with her instructions and play along. He undressed and a few minutes later, heard the sound of footsteps and knew Charlotte had returned – in her persona of Mistress Lashes. 

'Stand up and turn around slave,' she said. Dirk stood up and saw that Mistress Lashes was wearing a black leather body, with opaque tights and stiletto shoes. Her outfit revealed her curvaceous figure, and large breasts. She attached a leather collar around his neck and led him to a padded table, where she instructed him to lie face up, before restraining his wrists and ankles. She attached two clamps to his nipples, which caused him to cry out in pain. Mistress Lashes ignored Dirk's cry and then he remembered the safe word.

'Paris,' he yelled, and when she looked at him, he said. 'Please remove them Mistress.' She instantly removed the nipple clamps, not wanting to cause him any undue pain. She then placed a blindfold over his eyes, and started stroking his nipples with a feather tickler. She moved the tickler up to his chin before bringing it down to his stomach.

'Do you prefer that slave?' she asked 'Then you'll enjoy this,' as she moved the tickler to his cock and started to tease it. As Dirk felt the gentle strokes of the feathers, he felt himself becoming erect. Mistress Lashes removed his blindfold, and placed an electro stimulation unit beside him, before attaching two of the rings to his cock. She turned the unit on, and Dirk felt the electrical pulse running through his shaft. She gradually increased the power, and after several minutes she had him groaning in ecstasy. She then disconnected the unit and released his restraints.

Mistress Lashes ordered him to kneel before her and kiss her shoes. When he finished, she led him onto a whipping bench, and restrained his wrists and ankles. With his head facing the wall, Dirk could only look between his legs, where he saw her shoes and slender ankles standing behind him. 

'Prepare to be spanked slave,' she said, as she struck his ass lightly with a paddle. Mistress Lashes continued spanking him, increasing her force, but without causing him any real pain. When she stopped, Dirk heard her footsteps walk away and then return. He looked through his legs and saw her shoes behind him, as she started spanking him lightly with a whip. Once again, she increased the force of her lashes without inflicting any significant pain. After a few minutes, she stopped and Dirk heard her walk away and her footsteps disappeared.

As he lay on the whipping bench, Dirk was aware of the eerie silence in the dungeon. Several minutes passed and then he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. When he looked through his legs, he saw a pair of black stiletto boots standing behind him. 'I thought you'd forgotten me,' he said.

He felt a hand touch his balls and then gently caress them. He quickly became erect, and sighed with pleasure. Then slender fingers were wrapped around his cock, and slowly started to stimulate him. 'Shouldn't you use your electric device to do that?' he said. When there was no reply, he looked behind again, but could only see the boots, as the angle prevented him from seeing anything higher. The hand continued to stimulate him, and he could now feel his body shuddering as he realised he was reaching an orgasm.

'Paris!' he shouted, but the hand's pace increased frantically. 'Paris, Stop please, Paris!' he called, but to no avail. He felt his body go into spasm, and knew he couldn't contain himself any longer. Dirk cried out as he came, and the hand continued to milk him until the very last drop had been pumped out of his cock. 

As Dirk lay there unable to speak, he felt his flaccid cock being wiped clean with a towel, before the footsteps walked away, and he knew he was alone again. Several minutes passed, before the footsteps returned and his restraints were released. When he stood up, he saw Mistress Lashes standing before him. She was wearing the same black shoes. 

'The session is now over slave,' she said, and left the dungeon. Dirk quickly got dressed, and when he went upstairs, found Charlotte had changed back into her regular clothes. 'Did you enjoy the session Dirk?' she asked.

'Er, yes. Thank you,' he stuttered.

'I would offer you more tea and cakes, but I have to go somewhere soon. I hope you don't mind.'

'Not at all,' he replied, and left the house.

When he reached his car, Dirk looked over at her house and tried to make sense of what had happened. Charlotte, in her persona as Mistress Lashes, had left the dungeon wearing shoes. Minutes later someone had entered wearing boots, and had jerked him off. One explanation was that Charlotte had changed her footwear and returned to silently milk him. Another possibility was that a second person had entered – almost certainly Domino. Dirk knew that there was also a third possibility. That Charlotte, the cupcake baking, suburban dominatrix, was really Falcon's nemesis Domino. 



Falcon and Domino Ch. 10



'When are you going to do it Dirk?' It was a straightforward question, but Dirk Peterson was struggling to answer. He paused and looked across the frozen boating lake, that Sunday morning.

'Very soon Sadie,' he replied. 'I'll hand in my resignation very soon.'

'Once you've done so, I'll call my old high-school friend in the Midwest. He's assistant editor on the local newspaper, and I know he'll get you a job,' Sadie said, her voice full of excitement. 'It'll be fantastic when we start our new life together there.'

They returned to his car and Dirk drove Sadie home, before returning to his own apartment. He was delaying his resignation, as he wanted to wait until Domino was no longer able to blackmail him. As he sat in his apartment, he recalled the previous day's events. Domino had instructed him to go to a house in the suburbs. There he had been made to undergo a gentle role play session with Charlotte, who was also a dominatrix, with a passion for baking cupcakes. It had been very tame until an unknown woman had entered the dungeon and jerked him off.

Dirk had laid awake for most of the night thinking about what had happened. He wondered if Charlotte was really Domino. He had never seen Domino's face, but both had short blonde hair. They were also about the same height and build, and both had large breasts. If Charlotte was Domino, then he didn't know why she sent him to her home address. It could be that she was playing a game of bluff and double-bluff. Maybe she felt that he would never make the connection because it was too obvious. Charlotte and Domino were exact opposites, but it could also be the perfect cover.

He turned on his computer and logged in to his account at The Daily Chronicle. The system provided him with unrestricted access to public records, and when he keyed "1217 Pilkington Lane", the computer provided details of the occupier – "Charlotte Dominez". 

'Bingo,' he said, as her surname was almost identical to his nemesis. Dirk grabbed his jacket and headed to the main police station, where he was taken to an interview room. Moments later Detective Rachel Benton walked in.

'Hello Mr Peterson. I didn't recognise you with your clothes on,' she said, irony clearly in her tone. 'What can I do for you?'

'My reliable sources tell me that Charlotte Dominez of 1217 Pilkington Lane, is working as a dominatrix there.'

'There's no law against that in this state,' Rachel replied. 'Providing she doesn't entertain minors, and pays her taxes.'

Dirk realised that she needed more convincing. 'I have strong reason to believe that she is also a felon called Domino, who has been responsible for a number of crimes.' 

'I see. Well, let me look into this,' she said. She gave Dirk her contact card and ended the meeting.

Back in his apartment, Dirk spent the afternoon gazing out of the window as he imagined living in the Midwest with Sadie. He was brought back to reality by the sound of the telephone ringing, and when he answered it, found Rachel Benton on the other end.

'I've some news for you Mr Peterson,' she said. 'We brought Charlotte Dominez in for questioning, and she confessed to being Domino. She's admitted to committing a series of crimes. She's currently in a cell after becoming hysterical, so we'll keep her here tonight, and formally charge her in the morning.'

'That's great news.'

'Yes. I know reporters can't reveal their sources, but I'd like to thank you for the information. We appreciate your help.' 

Dirk struggled to absorb the news. Domino had been captured by the police. She could no longer use blackmail to torment him. He typed a resignation letter, which he promptly emailed to his editor. He then phoned Sadie to tell her the news.

'That's great Dirk,' she said. 'Why didn't you do it sooner?

'There was something I needed to sort out,' he replied. 'But the important thing is we can leave soon and be in our new home within three weeks.'

'I'm so happy. We'll be spending our first Christmas together, back in my home town. You'll love it there.'

Dirk then contacted his landlord to terminate his apartment lease, before phoning a removal firm to make arrangements for his belongings to be shipped to the Midwest. As darkness fell, a thought entered his mind. When the police arrived at Charlotte's house, she wouldn't have had a chance to set her computer to release the recording onto the Internet. But what if she had pre-set it? She wouldn't be able to stop it if she was in a police cell. He was also aware that the police would search her house for evidence, and might set it off accidently. Either way, the recording of his humiliation would be public. He knew he had to destroy it tonight, while she was in police custody.

He put on his Falcon costume, and noticed Rachel's contact card, which he put in one of his belt pockets. He drove to the suburbs, and parked in a quiet alley near 1217 Pilkington Lane. He then made his way to the rear and picked the back door lock. 

He searched in all the rooms but couldn't find a computer. He then remembered the most private room – the dungeon. He descended the stairs into the basement and entered the dungeon. He glanced around at the whips, canes and other fetish implements, and knew the computer had to be somewhere. 

'Are you looking for something?' said a voice from behind him. Falcon turned around to find Domino standing there, holding a cell phone.

'Domino,' he stuttered. 'What are you doing here?'

'I want you to undress and clamp your right wrist in the wall manacle,' she said. She pressed a button on the cell phone. 'You have sixty seconds to comply, after which time the recording will be released to the world. Only I can enter the code to stop it.'

'Wait,' he pleaded, trying to grasp the situation.

'Fifty seconds.'

'Domino. Stop the recording, and we can talk.'

'Forty seconds.' Falcon looked around the dungeon. 'Thirty seconds.' Knowing his situation was desperate, Falcon pulled off his hood and gloves. 'Twenty seconds.' He frantically pulled off his other garments. 'Ten seconds.' He hurriedly pulled off his tights and clamped the manacle shut over his right wrist. Domino keyed a code into the phone. 'Countdown stopped,' she said, before clamping the remaining manacles over his left wrist and both ankles. 

Domino picked up his discarded costume and laid it neatly on the padded table. She looked in the pockets of his utility belt and pulled out Rachel's contact card. 'What were you thinking Dirk? Did you think that I was Charlotte?'

'Yes,' Falcon replied quietly. 

Domino grabbed hold of his balls and caressed them, until he had a full erection. She then placed the electro stimulation unit beside him, and attached two of the rings to his cock. She turned the unit on, and Falcon felt the electrical pulse running through his shaft. 

'Let me tell you something. Charlotte Dominez is no more Domino, than you are the Queen of Sheba. She's just a regular woman. Three years ago, her six year-old daughter died of leukaemia, and then her husband walked out on her. Charlotte moved here to start a new life, where she met the women of The Pilkington Lane Ladies Social Group, and Charlotte was able to enjoy life again.'

Domino gradually increased the power. 

'The group was set up by Prudence, after she left her violent husband. In fact, most of the women were victims of domestic abuse. At first they spent their spare time baking cakes and doing embroidery, until Sally discovered The Kandy Klub, and the others soon joined. It's ironic as it enabled them to practice S&M without anyone getting hurt. Basically, The Kandy Klub is nothing more than a few people dressing up and exercising their fantasies through role play. At first Charlotte was nervous of attending, but soon realised that she revelled in the excitement of S&M. It even inspired her to create her own dungeon here, where she would entertain local gentlemen in her persona as Mistress Lashes. It enabled her to pay the bills.'

Domino increased the power further and Falcon could feel himself rapidly reaching an orgasm. 

'I asked Charlotte and her friends to help me last weekend at The Kandy Klub. They simply thought we were into fetish games, and nothing more. I made up a story about you needing to take urgent medication, after you ran out. Charlotte was understanding and agreed for me to send you here yesterday for a mild session. And now Charlotte is sobbing in a police cell.'

'I'm sorry,' Falcon said, as he began to spasm.

'You will be Dirk,' she replied, as she turned the machine to full power. Falcon continued to spasm and then cried out as he came. When he had fired his load, Domino carefully unclipped the rings. She then wiped his cock dry with his tights, before lying them back neatly on the table. She reached for a candle, and lit it. 

'I'm sorry about Charlotte,' Falcon repeated. 'I honestly didn't realise.'

'You need to be punished Dirk,' she said, as she lifted his flaccid cock and titled the candle a few inches above it. When the hot wax landed on his cock, Falcon winced. Domino held it there for several minutes to allow more wax to drip, before releasing his cock. 

'I didn't intend to cause any distress to Charlotte,' he said.

'When Charlotte was arrested she tried to contact her friends, but couldn't reach them, so she phoned me. She hardly knows me, but she was desperate.' Domino then moved the candle back and forth beneath his cock, before holding it still. Falcon cried out and begged her to stop, but Domino held the candle there. Falcon felt the pain becoming unbearable and could feel beads of sweat running down his face.

'Please Domino, stop! I'll do anything you say!' he begged.

'Anything?'

'Yes, anything!' he cried out, and Domino blew out the flame. She took Rachel's contact card and wrote on it, before tying it to Falcon's cock with a pink ribbon.

'If you want to help CharIotte, then get her out of jail,' Domino said, and then left.

Falcon was now alone in the dungeon. He estimated that an hour had passed. He then heard noises from upstairs and heard footsteps descending. Suddenly the door swung open and Rachel Benton walked in. She looked at Falcon, naked and manacled against the wall. She gazed around the dungeon and saw his costume on the padded table.

'Mr Peterson?' she said. 'I got a call to investigate suspicious activities here, but I didn't expect to find this.'

'I can explain,' said Falcon. 

'I think you should. First you publish a story offering a reward for someone to do Aaron Lansdown's dirty work, while undermining the police. Then I find you exposing yourself in the red-light district. And now you're captive on the premises of someone who's in police custody. So I would really like to hear your explanation.' Rachel noticed Falcon's costume. She saw the stain on his red tights and picked them up to examine them. When she realised what it was, she hurriedly put them down and gave Falcon a look of disgust. 'Is this yours? Are you Falcon?' she asked, as if she didn't already know.

'No,' he lied. 'I don't know how it got there.'

Rachel then saw the pink ribbon on his cock. She took a pencil and gently lifted it, before untying the ribbon, and reading the card. 'OK. We can do this two ways. Either you tell me everything now, or I'll call my uniformed colleagues to come and take you down the station. The choice is yours.' 

Falcon said nothing, and Rachel made to leave. 'Wait, I'll tell you everything. I'm Falcon,' he said. Rachel stopped and turned around. He then told her everything that had happened since his first encounter with Domino, and how she was blackmailing him. When he had finished, Rachel released his manacles and told him to get dressed, before leaving the dungeon with his hood. Falcon pulled on the rest of his costume, and when he reached the lounge, found Rachel talking on her cell phone.

'Hold the line Al,' she said into her phone, before turning to Falcon. 'It's my desk sergeant. We seem to have a misunderstanding. Yesterday when you came here, Charlotte broke her own golden rule. While you were restrained in her dungeon, she got carried away. She took advantage of the situation to...well, shall we say that she provided a sexual service on you. When we took her in, she thought you were pressing charges for molestation. She panicked, and in her confusion, admitted to being Domino and committing those other crimes. It's now clear that she did nothing more than...well, you know what she did. So, what I need to know is, do you wish to press charges against Charlotte Dominez for molestation?'

'No. Of course not,' Falcon replied. 'Let her go.' Rachel spoke into her cell phone to tell Al to release Charlotte without charge.

'I want you to leave now Mr Peterson and let the cops catch the bad guys,' she said, handing him his hood. 'I realise that you've helped the police in the past, so as a serving police officer, I won't tell anyone your secret. So go now.' 

Falcon made his way to his car, and contemplated the situation. A decent, law-abiding woman who had got carried away had been subjected to a terrifying ordeal. He had also made arrangements to leave the city, but Domino was still at large. 

Meanwhile, inside 1217 Pilkington Lane, Rachel waited for her colleagues to bring Charlotte home. She considered what Falcon had told her, and she now knew everything that had happened between Falcon and Domino. She re-read the written message on her contact card. "Here is Falcon, the stripped and not-so-secret crimefighter, easily defeated by me. Treat him gently."

If Falcon couldn't defeat Domino, then it was time for someone else to deal with her. Domino had yet to meet her match. Rachel would be returning home in a few days, and knew she didn't have long to resolve this. She clasped her hands together in anticipation, for what she was about to do.



Falcon and Domino Ch. 11



Dirk Peterson considered his dilemma that Wednesday morning. He was leaving the city soon and Domino could release the incriminating recording at any time in the future. He knew there was an obvious solution to the problem which would benefit all parties. He could strike a deal with Domino. She would arrange for the vagrants and nightladies to leave the red-light district. Aaron Lansdown would then be able to proceed with his building development, and would give Falcon the one million dollar reward. Falcon would then give the money to Domino in exchange for the recording. 

It seemed like the perfect solution, but there was one major flaw. A million dollars was small change to a wealthy businessman like Aaron Lansdown. Yet he had acquired his wealth honestly, and had paid his taxes, just like any other law-abiding citizen. Dirk's plan would result in Domino receiving a million dollars through criminal activities. This was something that made him feel uncomfortable. At lunchtime he met Sadie in a café overlooking the park. 

'Mr Lansdown knows his project will start soon,' said Sadie. 'He's confident that Falcon won't be able to resist the million dollar reward to clear his land.'

'I wouldn't be so sure,' Dirk replied. 'I think he's just a fruitcake in a costume.'

'Well, we'll just have to wait and see,' she said, as she leaned across to kiss him.

Meanwhile, Detective Rachel Benton was preparing for the end of her two month secondment at the local police training facility. She had enjoyed her time there, but was looking forward to returning home. That evening at The Palace Hotel, a porter collected her suitcase to send to the railroad station. She had booked a sleeper carriage for the three day journey home, departing the following morning. She had one more night in this city, but did not intend to stay in her hotel room.

Dressed only in a bath robe, Rachel looked at a small holdall, which contained clean clothes, along with her purse and travel documents. She removed her robe and pulled on her yellow latex bodysuit, which covered her from head to toe. She clipped on her utility belt, and zipped up her red boots. Once she had attached her red cape and metal bracelets, she tucked her long auburn hair into her bodysuit, and pulled up the hood to conceal her eyes. Raven was dressed and ready for action. 

She took the holdall and made her way to the deserted staff laundry in the basement. She hid the holdall behind a washing machine to collect later. She was about to leave, when she decided to put her purse in her utility belt, to prevent it being stolen. Minutes later she arrived in the red-light district, as the temperature dropped to below freezing.

Raven saw several security guards patrolling the nearby perimeter fence, and a few nightladies were standing around a bonfire in front of Domino's lair, trying to keep warm. Feeling it was best to find another entrance, Raven went to the rear of the warehouse, where she found a locked wooden door. As no one was around, she raised her left arm and fired an explosive dart at the lock, causing it to shatter. She entered the warehouse and saw that Domino's lair consisted of several rooms, most of them empty. As she cautiously walked from one room to another, she suspected that no one else was there. 

She entered a room which had an old wooden chest on a table, and as she approached, she caught a glimpse of a figure in a black dress from the corner of her eye. Raven spun around and fired a paralysis dart into the figure's chest, only to realise that it was a mannequin. It was wearing a short black dress, with black gloves, tights, thigh boots and a mask – Domino's costume. Next to it was another mannequin clad in Falcon's costume. She knew that this was one of his costumes that Domino had kept after stripping him.

Raven continued until she reached a larger room, which was a lot warmer as there was a fire burning in a grate. This room was equipped with a table, a whipping bench and an X-frame cross on the wall. There were also a selection of whips and canes. She realised that this was the room that Falcon had told her about. Suddenly she heard footsteps approaching and she retraced her steps into a smaller room where she hid behind the door. When it was quiet, she continued exploring the other rooms, which she found to be empty. 

Raven returned to the room with the old chest, and saw that Domino's costume had been removed from the mannequin. This confirmed that Domino was in the lair. She made her way back to the large room, where she saw a figure with their back to her. It was a woman with short blonde hair, dressed in the black costume. Raven raised her left arm and fired a low-strength exploding dart at the wall next to Domino, who turned around in shock, and found Raven pointing her right wrist at her. 

'This bracelet can fire a dart that will paralyse you, so put your hands on your hand,' Raven said. 

'Who are you?' Domino asked, as she raised her arms.

'I'm Raven, and I'm you're worst nightmare bitch! Now get over to the table.' Raven pulled off Domino's gloves and handcuffed her arms behind her back. She pushed her face-up onto the table, and sat astride her. Raven looked at Domino's chest and saw a tiny tube inside her dress. She took a small breathing mask from her belt and placed it over her mouth, before tugging on Domino's dress. A jet of knockout gas then shot harmlessly into Raven's face. When the air had cleared, Raven removed her breathing mask. 'What a gas.'

As Raven prepared to unmask her, Domino tapped the heels of her boots, causing a hypodermic needle to shoot out of each heel. She swung her legs at Raven's neck, but with the needles only inches away, Raven grabbed Domino's ankles. Domino pushed her legs, but was unable to reach Raven's neck. Raven climbed down and punched Domino in the stomach, winding her, before pulling off her boots. 

'What have we here? Killer heels?' Raven said, as she threw Domino's boots onto the fire. Raven climbed on Domino again. 'Time to unmask you bitch.'

'No!' Domino pleaded. 'Not my mask.'

'Shut up,' said Raven. 'It's time to see your face.'

'No. Please don't remove my mask,' Domino begged. Raven was about to remove it, when she hesitated. Domino seemed keen for her not to touch her mask – maybe too keen. Raven suspected that Domino really wanted her to touch it. Raven took a pair of rubber-coated tongs from her utility belt and squeezed Domino's mask. As she did so, an electric current ran into the tongs and was harmlessly absorbed by the rubber, until a loud crack signified that the circuit had broken.

'Shocking,' Raven remarked. With the electrical trap broken, Raven effortlessly removed Domino's mask and stared at her exposed face. She was surprised to see that behind her mask, Domino was an attractive woman. It wasn't what she had expected. 'Well, you're a pretty thing, aren't you?' 

Raven climbed off the table and with a scalpel, cut Domino's dress off her, then pulled down her tights, and threw them onto the fire. She pulled Domino onto her feet, and looked at her vanquished victim, who stood before her handcuffed, and wearing only her lacy black bra and panties. 

'Tell me where to find the computer with the recording of Falcon,' Raven demanded.

'Go to hell!' Domino replied. Raven raised her foot and struck Domino in the stomach with a karate kick, sending her crashing to the ground. She then turned her over so that Domino was facing the ground and pulled her head back, as she struggled for breath.

'I'm an expert in karate, taekwondo, ninjutsu and kendo. In fact the only thing I don't do is yoga,' Raven said. 'You've got no chance against me, bitch. So, I'll ask you one more time. Where's the computer?'

'It's in the mannequin room. There's a laptop inside a wooden chest, with a disc in it.' Domino spluttered. Raven pulled her up and marched her into the other room. She opened the chest and saw a laptop attached to a modem. She was about to eject the disc, when Domino called out. 'Wait. It's booby-trapped. If you try to eject the disc, you'll release the recording. You need to enter the password, which is "Idaho", to disable it.'

Raven touched the keyboard and a message appeared on the screen prompting her to enter a password. She typed "Idaho", and another message appeared – "Program disabled". Raven ejected the disc and put it in her utility belt. She would post it to Dirk Peterson before boarding her train. She then ordered Domino back into the large room, and pushed her against the wall, and stared at her scantily clad body. There was something familiar about her – her short blonde hair, slender figure and large breasts. Domino reminded Raven of someone she once loved, and lost. 

'You've got what you came for,' said Domino. 'Now, release me and leave.'

Raven hesitated. She had intended to hand her in to the local police, but was now having second thoughts. She still had room 66 of The Palace Hotel for one more night. 

'Let me tell you something,' said Raven. 'A few years ago I lost someone I loved very much. She was my work partner, but we couldn't help falling in love with each other. We kept our love secret for a long time to avoid gossip. We were planning to tell our superiors and ask to be re-teamed, when Chris was murdered by a low-life drug dealer. I was devastated and angry, and was hell-bent on revenge. That's why I became Raven.'

Raven paused briefly before continuing.

'It was Falcon who inspired me to became Raven, and to put Chris's killer behind bars. When I discovered what you were doing to Falcon, I knew I couldn't let you continue. I couldn't just stand by while he was being humiliated, and I certainly couldn't let you release this disc onto the Internet.'

Domino struggled but knew she couldn't escape the handcuffs.

'I should turn you in to the police, but I'm going to give you a choice,' Raven said. 'I can call the cops, or you can come back to my hotel room.' Without warning, Raven leaned forward and kissed Domino lightly on her lips.

'Are you mad?' said Domino.

'Think about it.' Raven replied. 'The cops will arrest you and you'll go to jail. Or you can come with me. Providing you do what I tell you, I'll release you in the morning and no one will know. You'll be free, and I'll be far away from here. You'll never see me again. We can have one incredible night of passion and it'll be our secret. You may even enjoy it.'

'I don't think so,' Domino replied. 'You're really not my type.'

'How do you know? Have you even experienced love-making with another woman? Do you know what it's like to be touched in your most sensitive places by someone with delicate hands? To be kissed all over by her soft lips? To have her tongue explore your pussy?' Raven place her hand on Domino's lace-clad breast and stroked it softly. Domino tried to move away, but was trapped against the wall. Raven then took a vibrator from her belt and rubbed it against Domino's panties. 'Don't resist me honey. If you come with me, I won't hurt you.'

'Please stop it,' Domino pleaded. 'I beg you. Just leave me alone and go, please.' 

'I know you don't mean that,' said Raven, as she continued to tease Domino with the vibrator. 'I'd love you to use this on me, honey. Then you can eat my pussy. Please come back with me to my room.' Raven leaned forward to kiss her, but Domino suddenly lurched forward and head-butted Raven, knocking her to the floor. Raven pulled herself to her feet, and without warning, raised her foot and karate-kicked Domino in the stomach, before striking her neck with her hand as she fell forward. With Domino on the floor, Raven dragged her onto the whipping bench. She released her handcuffs and bound Domino's wrists and ankles to the legs of the bench.

'That was a bad mistake bitch,' said Raven, as she removed a cane from the wall. Domino had now recovered from the blow, and tugged desperately at her restraints, but to no avail. Raven pulled Domino's panties down and gently stroked her ass. 'You'll need to get used to this in jail honey.' She then pulled back the cane and spanked Domino, causing her to yell. She spanked her ten times, and each time Domino cried out.

'How does that feel bitch,' said Raven. 'I bet you wished you'd chosen my bed now, don't you?' She continued to spank Domino, who had now stopped screaming and was silent. When she was about to finish, Raven said, 'One more for luck,' and struck Domino's ass one final time. She pulled up her panties, and took a pre-written card from her belt, which read - "Here is Domino, the stripped and not-so-secret villainess, easily defeated by me. Treat her gently." Raven then placed the card in the waistband of Domino's panties. After cleaning her fingerprints from the cane, Raven made her way to the front entrance of the lair. Just before leaving, she glanced back at Domino, now lying silent and still on the whipping bench.

As she walked out into the cold night air of the red-light district, she found it to be almost deserted. Once she was sure that no one was watching, she took out her police radio, and heard a voice inviting her to speak.

'This is Officer Benton. I've just discovered a code two-four-zero in the red-light district. Victim believed to also be a felon. Request back-up, I'm pursuing the culprit.' After a few seconds, she received a response.

'Message received and acknowledge. Will action that.' 

Raven put her radio back in her belt. In a few hours she would be leaving the city. Although she knew that by defeating Domino, she had come to the aid of the man who had inspired her so much. Domino had been unmasked, stripped, bound and given a good spanking. In a few minutes, her uniformed colleagues would arrive to arrest her. 

Yet there was one thing that was still irritating her. Once she had confiscated the disc, she had given Domino a way out. If Domino had accepted her offer, Raven would have taken her back to the hotel and fucked her senseless. She would also have honoured her side of the bargain, and released Domino in the morning. Yet Domino had chosen jail, and deprived Raven of what she had desired.

In the distance a police siren could be heard approaching, and Raven knew it was time to leave. She took one last glance at the warehouse, before turning to make her way back to the hotel.

To be continued...



Falcon and Domino Ch. 12



A sharp frost was already forming in the sub-zero temperatures of the red-light district. From her position beneath the arches, Raven heard the sound of a police siren approaching. Although just as she was about to leave, the siren disappeared into the distance - it wasn't the patrol car she had requested. After twenty minutes, she took out her police radio, but was unable to get a signal. She had to be certain that Domino was safely in custody.

Raven walked briskly back to Domino's lair, where she found her lying motionless on the whipping bench. She had expected her to have recovered consciousness by now. 

'Are you alright?' she asked, but there was no reply. 'Domino, can you hear me?' but still no response. Raven knelt down and saw Domino's eyes were closed and she couldn't hear her breathing. She unfastened one of her wrist restraints and felt for a pulse, but could feel nothing. Raven now feared the worse. She heard voices outside and wondered if the local cops had finally arrived. If Domino was dead, then she could be charged with manslaughter. After a minute, the voices stopped.

Raven released Domino's restraints and lay her face up on the floor. After removing her armoured bracelets, Raven started applying CPR on Domino's chest. 'Please wake up Domino,' she pleaded. 'Please wake up.' As Domino lay there in silence, Raven could feel herself becoming stressed. She took out her police radio, but there was still no signal. 

Raven climbed astride Domino's body in preparation to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. As she leaned forward, Domino's fist suddenly shot up and hit Raven in the face, knocking her back. Before Raven could respond, Domino raised her knee and struck Raven in her stomach, winding her. Domino pulled herself up and was about to run away, when Raven recovered and struck Domino's knee with a karate-kick, sending her sprawling across the floor. 

Domino hurriedly crawled across the room to a small cupboard, with Raven pursuing her. When she reached the cupboard, she clambered inside and pulled the door shut. Raven had now recovered from the shock and pulled the door open to find Domino cowering back against the wall like a trapped animal. Raven raised her left foot to waist height and took aim. 

'I'm an expert in karate, taekwondo, ninjutsu and kendo. In fact the only thing I don't do is yoga,' she said, as she unleashed her foot at Domino's stomach. When her foot hit Domino, Raven saw Domino shatter in front of her eyes, followed by an excruciating pain in her left foot. In took her several seconds to realise what had happened. She had kicked a reflection of Domino in a full-length mirror, and her left foot was still embedded in it. A large piece of glass had pierced her boot and was wedged in her ankle. Raven tried to pull her foot free, but the glass dug deeper, causing her even more pain. 

Balancing on her right foot, she was unable to move, and Domino crawled past her and scurried away. Raven raised her right arm, then realised she had removed her bracelets. She knew she had to release her foot, and that she would have to break the glass around it. As the pain became more intense, Raven took a small metal bar from her belt and was about to smash the mirror, when Domino grabbed her from behind, and placed a chloroform-soaked cloth over her mouth. Raven struggled briefly before she passed out. 

With the metal bar, Domino broke the glass to free Raven's foot, and dragged her unconscious body to the wall. She lowered the hydraulic wooden X-cross and attached straps around Raven's wrists, arms and waist, before raising it back to a vertical position. She carefully removed Raven's left boot, and cut her latex bodysuit away from her left knee. Domino opened a first-aid kit and pulled out the shard of glass with surgical pliers, before wrapping a sterile gauze and bandage on Raven's ankle. Domino removed the other boot, and attached straps to Raven's thighs and ankles, so that she was now fully restrained on the X-cross.

Domino threw Raven's boots on the fire. She took the laptop from the mannequin room and placed it on the table. She then removed Raven's cape, which she also threw on the fire. She unfastened Raven's utility belt and looked through the pockets, where she found her personal belongings, included her train ticket. Her unconscious captive was now wearing only her yellow latex bodysuit. Domino found her own mask on the floor and placed it over her eyes, before holding smelling salts under Raven's nose. 

As Raven came to her senses, she found herself facing Domino, clad only in her underwear and mask. She tugged at her restraints, but knew she was unable to break free.

'I knew you would come here tonight Rachel,' said Domino. 'You couldn't resist my pink-ribbon invite on Falcon's dick.' 

'Let me go bitch!' Raven snarled.

'All in good time,' Domino replied. 'I may not be an expert in karate, taekwondo, ninjutsu and kendo. But I am an expert in yoga. I was able to use my yoga breathing techniques to slow my heartbeat long enough to fool you into thinking it had stopped.' Domino took the disc from Raven's utility belt. 'Did you honestly think that this blank disc contained something you wanted? When you typed "Idaho" into the laptop, you initiated a program that blocks all police radio signals in a half mile radius. The cops won't be coming to rescue you Rachel. No one else knows you're here.' Domino pressed a key on the laptop - 'Message received and acknowledge. Will action that.' 

Raven stared at her in stunned silence, as Domino continued.

'Did Falcon warn you about my traps, or did you work them out yourself? He wasn't smart enough to defeat me, so what made you think you were? I know no police officer would leave someone to die, and that you would come back. You're a decent person Rachel, but you shouldn't have whipped me like that. My ass will be sore for days. So, now it's time for me to teach you a lesson.'

Domino placed the blank disc in the laptop and turned on the camera, before pointing it at Raven. With a scalpel, she carefully cut her bodysuit in a circle from her neck to her midriff, exposing Raven's bare breasts.

Domino cupped them and squeezed them gently. 'You've got great tits Rachel. You asked me if I know what it's like to be touched by someone with delicate hands. Is this what it feels like?' she said, as she softly stroked her nipples with her fingertips, until they became erect. Raven closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure. When the stroking stopped, Raven opened her eyes and saw Domino holding a thin chain with a nipple clamp on each end. She winced slightly as Domino attached a clamp onto each of Raven's erect nipples. It was only when Domino tugged on the chain that she screamed.

'Stop it please,' Raven pleaded. 'Let me go.' Domino simply smiled and with the scalpel, cut Raven's bodysuit from her navel, around her hips and thighs. As Domino pulled away the latex to expose Raven's pussy, Raven felt something she had never experienced before in her life. Her costume had always been an impenetrable defense. Yet now she was being humiliated, as it was being stripped away piece by piece. She realised how Falcon would have felt, as Domino was now exposing the most intimate parts of her body with apparent ease. 

Domino placed her fingers on Raven's pubic hair and gently stroked it. 'Do you like that Rachel? You also asked me if I've had a woman's tongue explore my pussy. Do you like me stroking your bush?' she said softly.

'Yes,' Raven whimpered. 

'I thought so,' said Domino. Then without warning, she applied shaving foam over Raven's pubes, as Raven screamed in protest. Domino ignored her and proceeded to shave Raven with a disposable razor, until she was completely smooth. 'There's nothing for me to stroke now. What a shame.'

'You fucking bitch,' yelled Raven. On hearing this, Domino tugged on the chain attached to Raven's nipple clamps, causing her to yell out, this time in pain.

'There are two ways we can do this -- the pleasant way or the painful way,' Domino said, tugging the nipple chain again. Raven cried out again, even louder.

'No, please not again! Not the painful way!'

'If you insult me again Rachel, then I will hurt you.' Raven said nothing, as Domino ran her fingers gently over her freshly shaven skin, and allowed them to linger there. She then moved her fingers between Raven's open legs and gently stroked her clitoris. 'Do you prefer that Rachel?'

'Yes,' Raven replied softly. 

'You asked me if I've experienced love-making with another woman,' said Domino. 'Is this what you mean?' Domino began to stimulate Raven, who closed her eyes, and tried to imagine she was somewhere else. She continued for several minutes, before stopping briefly to take Raven's vibrator from her utility belt. She switched it on and slowly inserted it inside her. Raven groaned with pleasure as she felt it rubbing against her and thought of a time when she was with Chris. This was the first time since Chris's death that someone else had touched her intimately. She didn't care that she was being physically restrained by the straps. If Domino released her, she had no intention of leaving. She would willingly surrender herself to Domino.

'You like that, don't you?' whispered Domino.

'Yes, please don't stop.' Domino continued and Raven could feel herself reaching her orgasm. She started breathing heavily as she felt herself about to climax. Domino then pulled Raven's hood away to reveal her face to the camera on the laptop. Seconds later, Raven cried out as she climaxed. When Raven was able to breathe normally, she looked at Domino and smiled. 'Thank you,' she said.

Domino simply smiled back, before placing a chloroform-soaked cloth over Raven's nose. 

**********

As she awoke, Rachel could sense vibrations and the faint smell of diesel. Her eyes were closed and she was lying on a soft surface in a warm place. She heard the sound of a man clearing his throat, and when she opened her eyes, saw an elderly railroad ticket inspector standing over her.

'May I see your ticket ma'am,' he said. 

'Er, my ticket?' she stuttered.

'Yes ma'am. It's there,' he said, pointing at her chest. Rachel saw the ticket lodged between her breasts and handed it to the inspector. She closed her eyes, and then opened them wide, when she realised what had happened. She was naked in a railroad carriage compartment, and had casually handed her ticket to the inspector. 'Thank you ma'am,' the inspector said. 'Although your ticket is for a first-class sleeping berth at the rear of the train. This is a public carriage. If you turn left and go through the next ten carriages, you'll find your berth there. Your luggage has already been loaded.' 

'Thank you,' she said softly, not knowing what else to say.

'I would also suggest you put some clothes on, before someone calls the cops,' he added, then left. Rachel sat up and noticed her purse and an envelope. She checked her purse and found all her money and credit cards were still there. She then opened the envelope, where she found a computer disc and a rolled up sheet of writing paper. When she unrolled it, a domino tile dropped out. Rachel read the note on the paper -- 

"Dear Rachel. This disc is a copy of our session last night. I have the original. You clearly enjoyed it, but it's not something I'll ever do again. As long as you stay on the West Coast, you have nothing to fear from me. But if you ever return to this city again, I will release the recording onto the Internet for everyone to see. Also, if you intend to continue as Raven, you will need to get a new costume. P.S. I still think you've got great tits."

Rachel stood up and looked at her reflection in a mirror. She was stark naked, with a bandage on her left ankle. Her long auburn hair had been tied into two pigtails like a schoolgirl, and then she saw that her pubic hair had been shorn off. On her stomach, Domino had written a message with an indelible pen - "Here is Raven, the stripped and not-so-secret crimefighter, finally defeated. Treat her gently."

The door of the carriage opened and four youths walked in. When they saw Rachel, their jaws dropped in astonishment. Rachel was stunned and unable to move for several seconds, aware that the youths were all leering at her naked body. She then picked up her purse and envelope and walked past them without speaking. She made her way through the narrow corridors of the first two carriages, until she reached the next one. To her horror, she saw that the remaining carriages were all open-plan style, and were full of passengers, chattering away. The train started moving and she knew she had to get to the sanctuary of her private carriage. 

Knowing she had no choice, Rachel took a deep breath and started walking through the center aisle. She was aware of the deathly silence that had now engulfed the carriage, and that all eyes were fixed on her. She looked straight ahead with her head aloft, knowing that her humiliation would soon be over.

**********

On Saturday evening Dirk Peterson looked out of his apartment window, and sensed that snow would soon start to fall. There might even be a white Christmas, but that was the last thing on his mind. He changed into his Falcon costume and checked that his stungun was fully charged, before leaving his apartment. When he arrived in the red-light district, he found the area in front of Domino's lair was now brightly lit with arc lights, and there were over twenty private security guards in position -- he would need to find another way in. He made his way to the rear of the building and discovered the wooden door was ajar - its lock having been blown off.

He took out his stungun and cautiously entered the building. At that time, he had no idea that not everyone who entered the lair that evening, would be leaving alive.

To be concluded in Chapter 13. 



Falcon and Domino Ch. 13



Falcon was apprehensive as he entered Domino's lair. He immediately felt the warmth, and saw a portable heater in the first room. He noticed the two mannequins dressed in his and Domino's spare costumes. His eyes were then drawn to the corner, where two blankets covered stationary objects. When he lifted them, he found the dead bodies of a scruffily dressed, elderly man and woman. He instantly recognised them as Fred and Freda -- a homeless couple who had lived amongst the other vagrants. It looked as if they had died from inhaling toxic gases. He then examined the heater and discovered a leak that was omitting poisonous fumes.

'They wouldn't have known anything about it,' said a voice from behind him, and when he turned around, saw Domino. 'Fred and Freda must have come in here to shelter from the sub-zero temperatures. They turned the heating on, and didn't realise it was unsafe to do so. They died peacefully while they were sleeping.'

Domino walked into the large room and Falcon followed her, only to find the room was now almost empty. All he could see was the large table, with a first-aid kit, an opened tin of paint and Raven's armoured bracelets. He noticed the charred remains of Raven's boots amongst the ashes in the grate.

'What have you done to Raven?' he demanded.

'She'll be safely home by now, but she did cause some problems. I've always ensured that my lair was secure to prevent the vagrants coming in. But on Wednesday night, Raven came here and blasted off the door lock. She unknowingly was responsible for Fred and Freda's deaths.' 

'It's over Domino,' said Falcon, as he drew his stungun and pointed it at her. 'Lansdown has a private army out there. Whatever you do to me, you won't stop him from demolishing this place. I want you to give me the disc of the master recording, and I'll leave.' Domino walked towards him, so that his stungun was touching her stomach. Falcon knew that a point blank shot could be fatal.

'Go ahead Dirk. If you want to shoot me, then no one's going to stop you.' Then unexpectedly she peeled off his hood. 'I've told you to remove that when you come in here,' she reprimanded him. Falcon was taken aback by her bold action, but remained resolute as he held his stungun against her.

'It doesn't matter. You've seen my face many times. What does matter is this,' he said, prodding his stungun into her. Domino unclasped his utility belt and threw it beneath the table, which didn't impress Falcon. 'That's just feeble. I've got the only weapon I need here in my hand.' He prodded her with his stungun again, but knew she was too close to fire, without risking her life. Then Domino tugged his trunks, as she slipped her hand inside his tights and grabbed his cock.

'And I've got the only weapon I need here in my hand,' she said, as she began stroking his cock. 'You're holding a weapon that can destroy me. But I'm holding something much more powerful. I have the ability to destroy you, or to take you to a magical place of extreme pleasure. So who's holding the most powerful weapon?' As her fingers gently caressed his cock, Falcon soon became fully erect. He loosened his grip on his stungun, and Domino casually took it from him and dropped it in the paint tin, thus immobilising it. 

Falcon contemplated his situation. Minutes earlier, he was about to capture Domino. Yet now, he stood before her, having once again been unmasked and disarmed, while she casually played with his cock. 'You'll never defeat me Dirk. I'm simply too powerful for you,' she said, as she continued to caress him. 'Do you enjoy this? Do you like being striped and fondled by me?' Falcon looked at her, but said nothing. 'Please tell me. I want to know if I've excited you during our encounters. Have you enjoyed me dominating you?

Falcon opened his mouth to speak. 'Well, I...' 

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion from the front of the warehouse, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching them. Domino removed her hand, and Falcon quickly pulled on his hood. Two men entered, both wearing black combat uniforms and gasmasks. The first man was pointing a pistol at Falcon and Domino, and the second man was carrying a backpack. The first man removed his gasmask, to reveal his face. He had ugly deep-set eyes, and resembled a fighter who had been hit too many times. The second man removed his gasmask to reveal his familiar face.

'Well, what have we here?' said Aaron Lansdown, as he removed his backpack, before turning to the first man. 'Get her Len.' Len grabbed Domino and pinned her down on the floor. Lansdown slid the backpack across the table to Falcon, and signalled for him to open it. When Falcon unzipped it, he saw several wads of dollar bills. 'There's a million dollars there. It's all yours Falcon. You've earned it.'

'I can't accept this Mr Lansdown,' said Falcon. 'I don't deserve it.'

'Of course you do. The winos and whores have all gone, and I can start my project at last.' Lansdown turned to his accomplice. 'Do it Len.'

Len grabbed Domino's left arm and pushed his foot down on it, causing a loud crack. Domino screamed as her forearm broke. Lansdown turned to Falcon again. 'I would appreciate it if you take your million bucks and leave now Falcon. You don't have to witness this.'

'Wait!' Falcon said. 'Let me take her with me. I'll hand her in to the police.'

'It's too late for that now,' Lansdown replied. 'This bitch has cost me a fortune over the last six months. But she can't cause me any more problems now.' Domino screamed as Len pressed his foot down on her broken arm. Len then stepped away, as Lansdown took the pistol and stood over Domino, holding the pistol to her head. 'I'll deal with this bitch myself. It'll give me great pleasure. Please take your money and leave now Falcon.'

Falcon knew that Lansdown was intending to murder Domino, and he didn't want him to witness it. The millions dollars was a bribe for Falcon's silence. Lansdown had a pistol, and a heavyweight henchman with him. Falcon was unarmed and powerless to prevent a murder. He didn't want it to end this way. He looked at the objects on the table, as he heard Lansdown yelling at him to leave. He looked at Domino, who lay on the floor in agony beneath Lansdown's foot.

'Help me please Falcon,' she pleaded, as Lansdown laughed at her plea. Falcon looked deeply into Domino's eyes. 'Please Falcon. I don't think you're a fruitcake in a costume.' 

Lansdown cocked the pistol and prepared to fire. Suddenly, Falcon rushed forward and grabbed Raven's bracelet. He pressed a sensor, which fired a dart into Lansdown's arm. Lansdown cried out and pulled back his arm, as his finger squeezed the trigger. The sound of the gunshot echoed around the room, and when it was silent again. Lansdown was on his knees, paralysed and unable to move -- the smoking gun still in his hand. Falcon turned around to see Len sprawled on the floor, with blood gushing from the bullet hole between his motionless eyes. 

Falcon looked at Domino, who was writhing on the floor in agony. He examined her arm, and found it was a clean break. He put on his utility belt and took a morphine-filled syringe from one of the pockets, and injected Domino's left arm. He then took a bandage from the first aid kit, and tied two pieces of wood around her forearm in a splint. 'This will help,' he told her. 

Falcon went into the rear room and removed the costumes from the mannequins. He then uncovered Fred and Freda's bodies, and undressed them. 

When he returned to the large room, Lansdown was still motionless, holding the gun, but Domino had now passed out. Falcon put Raven's bracelets in the backpack, before putting it on his back. He then picked up Domino's unconscious body and carried her through the warehouse, past the now bare mannequins and out into the cold night air. He placed her on the ground and picked up a piece of burning firewood from a bonfire. Falcon re-entered the warehouse and threw the flaming wood at the leaking heater. He ran outside, just as the room exploded in a fireball behind him. 

Falcon carefully picked up Domino and carried her around the perimeter of the warehouse until he reached the arches at the front. He watched as two fire engines arrived, and the firefighters stormed through the front door. 

Falcon carried Domino back to his apartment, and laid her on his bed. He gently shook her and she slowly regained consciousness. 

'Dirk?' she said. 'How did we get to your apartment?'

'It's OK,' he said. 'It's all over. Lansdown's shot himself in the foot -- or at least, shot his henchman in the head.' Domino looked at her arm. 'I'll take you to a hospital to get your arm set.'

'No,' she said. 'We'll go in the morning. I'll be alright till then.' Domino stood up and faced Falcon. Then leaned forward and kissed him. 'I love you Dirk.'

He removed her mask. As he did so, her blonde wig fell away and her long black hair dropped down. 'And I love you Sadie.'

'When did you know?' she asked.

'In your lair tonight, when you made that remark about "a fruitcake in a costume". That was something I only ever said to you and Lansdown. No one else could have known.' 

'I owe you an explanation,' she said, as Falcon looked at her expectantly. 'I moved to this city to study science at university. When I graduated, I got a job with a pharmaceutical company, but then got laid off and was unemployed for a while. During that time I meet Prudence and she became a close friend. She had previously left her violent husband, and moved in with her grandfather. He was a nice old man with an obsession with playing dominoes. He had been a champion domino player when he was a boy in Jamaica. Whenever I met him, he would challenge me to a game -- and soundly beat me every time!' 

'She invited me to the Pilkington Lane Ladies Social Group, where she introduced me to Anna, Sally and Soo Li. Much later I met Charlotte. As I joined in their tranquil activities, I realised I was lucky to have such good friends. Then I got the job as Aaron Lansdown's assistant.'

Sadie paused briefly before continuing.

'It was only a matter of time before I was invited to The Kandy Klub. I hadn't experienced anything like that before, but soon realised that the members were just ordinary people with a mild fetish. I would watch Prudence and the others playing harmless adult games through role play. I found it reassuring that they could interact with men in this way, having previously suffered domestic abuse. Then one evening, I went outside and saw the nightladies. When I spoke to them, I realised that they were also victims of circumstances. Some had suffered domestic violence, many were on drugs and some even had children -- although most of those had been taken away by the Child Protective Services. In other words, the nightladies were also victims, who had been forced into a life they didn't want.' 

She looked at Falcon who was mesmerised. 

'Shortly afterwards, I discovered that Aaron Lansdown had bought the land and was intending to demolish the whole of the red-light district to build offices and luxury apartments for wealthy clients. He didn't care about the nightladies and vagrants, but knew he couldn't forcibly evict them, as it would be bad publicity for him. He wanted the cops to clear his land, but they saw the nightladies as nothing more than an inconvenience, and didn't consider prostitution a serious offence. They would only make the occasion token arrest, and often would do nothing, in exchange for a freebie.'

'Lansdown knew that if the cops wouldn't take care of the nightladies, then Falcon would. You have a reputation as an honest crimefighter with high morals. I knew the nightladies weren't afraid of the cops, but they were scared of you. It was only a matter of time before you did the cops dirty work and captured all of them. Once the land had been redeveloped, the vagrants would have nowhere to live, and the nightladies would lose their only source of income. I knew I had to use my inside knowledge to thwart Lansdown's operation. It was while I was at The Kandy Klub, that I noticed how much the dominatrices would control their male slaves, and often subject them to humiliation. I knew that the only way to stop Falcon, would be to trap and humiliate you, so that you wouldn't return.'

'I discovered the old warehouse and equipped it with some unwanted pieces of S&M furniture from The Kandy Klub. I designed my costume using the dominatrices as inspiration, and decided to wear a wig as well as a mask, to protect my identity from any of Lansdown's cronies who might see me. I also disguised my voice for good measure. All I needed was a name for my alter-ego. Then while playing Prudence's grandfather at dominoes, I finally beat him. He was shocked to lose, but accepted defeat gracefully. He laughed as he slammed his final domino tile on the table, and told me that I whipped his ass. I knew that my new creation would be called Domino.'

Falcon nodded and listened intently.

'In order to lure you into my lair, I laid the bait by robbing a few local convenience stores. The staff had no idea that I was using an imitation pistol. I only took a few hundred dollars from their tills, but I knew they would call the cops -- and then call their insurance companies. A few days later, I would return and discretely leave the cash in an unmarked bag for them to find -- although I doubt whether they told their insurance companies about that!'

'I then arranged for the nightladies to start the rumours about me, to lay a trail to my lair. It was easy for me to set my traps, as I majored in science and knew exactly what to do. I knew the knockout gas, electric shocks and sedatives would all temporarily disable you, without causing any permanent effects. I simply wanted to get the upper hand, and the last thing I wanted to do was cause you any serious injury.'

'So everything was organized methodically?' asked Falcon.

'Yes - to the exact milligram of sedative in my heels, to the number of volts in my mask. My intention was to simply unmask you, and release you once I had done so. I knew that no one had ever seen Falcon's face before, and I figured that you wouldn't return to the place where you had been unmasked. I used a hidden camera to film it, but only as a precaution.'

'Why didn't you release me after removing just my mask?'

Sadie bowed her head in the manner of a naughty child. 'I'm afraid I got carried away. When I saw your handsome face and muscular body inside your tight fitting costume, I knew I wanted to see more. I just couldn't help myself and had to strip you naked. Then when I saw your huge cock, I knew I had to have it and couldn't stop myself. I felt quite ashamed afterwards. Although I did watch the recording of it many times afterwards,' she added, while grinning. 

'I felt totally humiliated being jerked off by a woman who had just stripped me,' he said.

'Earlier this evening, just before Lansdown arrived, you were about to answer my question. Did you like me dominating you? Did you enjoy being liberated of your costume -- no longer a tough action hero? You were just a mere man, receiving a handjob from a woman. Did you enjoy it?'

'Yes. I did enjoy it,' Dirk admitted. 'Any red-blooded guy would love being striped and jerked off by a beautiful woman in a sexy costume.'

'I knew it,' Sadie said triumphantly. 'I knew you wouldn't return, and the nightladies would be safe from Lansdown's plans. However, everything changed one month later. When Lansdown took me to meet you at The Grand Hotel, I couldn't believe it when I saw your face, and realised who you were. I was ecstatic when you asked me out, and knew I could have some fun. While strong Dirk Peterson was dating Sadie Newman, the prim and shy girlfriend, your alter-ego would suffer further humiliation at the hands of my alter-ego. It was easy to convince you to return to my lair, so that I could have some more fun with you.'

'So everything you did to me was planned?'

'Not quite everything. I arranged your session with Julie and her friends at the costume convention. I wanted to embarrass you by making you undress in front of a group of attractive young women, dressed in sexy costumes. I also wanted to watch you running naked around the same hotel the following weekend, retrieving your costume. I arranged for you to have to strip at the bachelorette party, but things got out of hand. I had no idea those drunken milfs would do what they did!'

'What about The Kandy Klub?' he asked.

'That went as I planned, apart from when Sally decided to use you for the endurance contest. I didn't like another woman touching my man's cock -- especially a friend like Sally! I made her aware of my disapproval in no uncertain terms, and she has since apologised to me.'

'Was there ever a computer timed to release the recording?'

'Of course not! I destroyed the disc once you'd seen it. As long as you thought I still had it, then you had no reason to doubt it. There's no way I would let anyone else see what I saw. I love you Dirk, and would never allow you to be humiliated publicly. Everything I did was for my own pleasure and nothing more.'

Dirk smiled, as Sadie continued.

'I knew that Lansdown was turning up the heat, when he offered you that reward.' Sadie noticed the backpack on the floor. 'I needed you to appreciate that not everything is black and white. It's not just cops and nightladies -- good guys and bad guys. I introduced you to the Pilkington Lane ladies, as I wanted you to see The Kandy Klub mistresses as they really are. I wanted you to understand how they could re-build their lives after suffering domestic abuse - to enjoy sexual games in a safe environment, and learn to trust men again. I wanted you to understand the reasons why the nightladies do what they do. I was shocked when you reported Charlotte to the police, but realised you were desperate to catch Domino, so that you could start your new life with me.'

'At least Charlotte is alright now,' Dirk said.

'Everything was going to plan until Raven turned up. She happened to be staying at The Palace Hotel and I recognised her at the convention. I could tell her costume was genuine, and she didn't quite fit in with all the other fans in fake costumes. Maybe it's a woman's instinct, but I sensed she was watching me and following me. I managed to give her the slip and followed her back to her room. As Lansdown owns the hotel, it was easy for me to access her guest records -- the phone calls to taxi companies and other police departments. I discovered that Rachel Benton was Raven.'

'What did you do to her? I saw her boots on the fire.'

'She's fine, and will be home by now. I didn't want to harm a good costumed crimefighter, who also happens to be a hard-working police officer. However, I couldn't risk letting her ruin everything I had worked for. It was necessary for me to warn her off, but Rachel will be alright.'

'So that's it?' said Dirk. 'It's all over now. From now on its Dirk and Sadie - no more Falcon and Domino.'

'Yes Dirk, but we must be Falcon and Domino for one final time.' She held out her arms and gestured to her broken left arm. 'But this time, it's your turn to take control. I am no longer your mistress. Undress me Falcon.'

Dirk removed her right glove, and Sadie raised her arms aloft -- the morphine clearly having taken effect. He lifted her dress over her head, and carefully unzipped her boots, before sliding them off her slender legs. He placed his fingers under the waistband of her black tights and slowly pulled them down. As he took them off her feet, he glanced at her flawless skin on her ankles, and a thought entered his mind.

'I know what you're thinking. My tattoos were only temporary ones,' she said softly. Dirk smiled inwardly at her ingenuity, as he realised how she had fooled him. Sadie stood up and Dirk looked at the large breasts heaving beneath her lacy bra. He unclasped her bra and her prosthetic breasts came away, revealing Sadie's pert tits. He knelt down and removed her panties and admired Sadie's naked body, as she stood obediently before him. 'You've done it. Domino has finally been unmasked and striped by the mighty Falcon,' she said softly.




Falcon and Domino Ch. 13



Dirk removed his utility belt, gauntlets, hood and boots. When he removed his trunks, Sadie's eyes were fixed on his body, with every bulge accentuated by the tight fitting lycra. He removed his leotard and tights, as Sadie lay back on the bed.

'I want you Dirk,' she said. 'No more fancy costumes or games.' Dirk climbed astride her, and started to kiss her sensually on her lips. He pulled away and lowered his head until he reached her breasts and began to tease her nipples with his tongue. Sadie giggled and found herself rapidly becoming aroused, as her nipples became erect.

She responded by digging her fingers into his back, and heard him groaning with pleasure. As the spasms started to run through her body, she knew that deep inside she was rapidly becoming moist. He raised himself onto his knees and she wrapped her legs around his waist, using them to pull him closer to her. She could sense herself opening for him, and reached forward to take hold of his erection. As he entered, she could feel her breathing becoming faster as she gasped loudly.

Sadie pulled her arms back over her head, while at the same time; Dirk started his thrusts as he penetrated her. She felt him entering deeper as he increased his pace. She began to cry out louder and could hear his gasps also increasing. After several minutes she could feel herself losing control, as she was experiencing the sheer physical pleasure of his deep penetration. With each thrust, she could sense that she was now rapidly reaching her orgasm. She could hear herself gasping louder and louder, aware that he was also beginning to lose control, as his body began to shake.

Finally, neither of them could contain themselves any longer. As Sadie reached her climax, so she felt Dirk ejaculate simultaneously, and they both cried out in unison. When Sadie finally opened her eyes, she could see Dirk above her smiling.

Outside, the first snowflakes had started to fall.

**********

One year later...

Dirk left the office of the local newspaper, where he was now assistant editor. It was less exciting than his previous job, and his life ran at a much slower pace, but he was happier than ever. He walked the short distance to his house, where Sadie greeted him at the door.

'Good evening Mr Peterson. Did you have a good day?' asked Sadie.

'Yes thank you Mrs Peterson,' he replied, as he kissed her. 

That evening while Dirk and Sadie were watching TV, they were alerted to a breaking story and looked at the screen, where a reporter was talking outside the courthouse, back in their old city.

"There have been developments in the case known as 'Lansdowngate'", said the reporter. "Today all charges against property tycoon Aaron Lansdown, in relation to the death of Len Wilton, have been dropped. One year ago, Wilton -- a convicted murderer -- was found dead in an old warehouse owned by Mr Lansdown. He was arrested after being found holding the murder weapon that fateful night. However, several eyewitnesses reported that Mr Lansdown had entered the building alone, and claims to have shot Wilton in self-defense, after being confronted by him."

'Can you believe that?' said Sadie. 'The witnesses were his hired security guards, who he paid to say that!' The reporter continued.

"Police believe that Wilton had previously killed two other people that night. The victim's bodies were so badly burnt in the ensuing fire that they were never accurately identified, but forensic teams have analysed the remains of their clothing. They believe the dead female was a petty felon called Domino, and the male was a vigilante called Falcon. Since that night, neither Falcon nor Domino have been seen. As their true identities were not known, it wasn't possible to contact relatives to confirm the match, but the police have closed their file."

'It's nice to know we were missed,' Dirk said dryly, as the report continued. 

"It is believed that Aaron Lansdown's defense team secured his freedom, as he fully co-operated with the enquiry. There was also some intense plea bargaining. There is a strong opinion that his decision to sell the land to a local charity for just one dollar also helped his release. He previously paid a multi-million dollar figure to buy the land two years ago."

The TV showed a camera shot of the red-light district. The old buildings had been demolished and a new building was almost finished.

"The charity, which helps the vulnerable in our society, is building a drop-in community centre. There will be overnight accommodation for homeless people, as well as medical and educational facilities for sex workers. It was rumoured that the charity received an anonymous one million dollar donation just after Wilton's death. However, a spokesperson has refused to confirm or deny this."

'That's great!' Sadie said ironically. 'Lansdown has escaped jail!'

'Lansdown doesn't matter,' replied Dirk. 'The important thing is that the vagrants and nightladies will now receive help.' The TV anchorman then spoke about another story.

"Police on the West Coast have busted a multi-million dollar diamond smuggling gang. Unconfirmed reports claim that they were greatly assisted by a local vigilante called Raven. However, police are refusing to comment on speculation."

'Rachel's doing a good job again,' said Sadie, before turning to Dirk. 'Do you ever miss the old times?'

'Sometimes,' he admitted. 'I love our new life here. But the old days were more exciting.'

She led him to the bedroom and opened a drawer. When Dirk saw what was inside, his jaw dropped. There was a selection of clothing, including a black dress, long gloves, tights, lycra leotards and boots. There was also a toy gun and handcuffs. 

'I can't believe you got this in the local store,' said Dirk.

'Of course not,' Sadie replied. 'I bought it on-line. If we get bored one evening, we could always indulge in some bedroom role play.'

Dirk smiled. 'I look forward to that.'

'On one condition,' said Sadie. 'This time, I get to play the good guy.' Dirked laughed, and held her tightly while he kissed her.

THE END