Fightqueen: In Fifty Shades
Since a week ago Gina had started an investigation towards the disappearance of Madison.
Madison was a student at her school and while she did not knew her personally she did knew her boyfriend Tom.
Tom and Madison had been a couple for over a year now and he was freaking out that Madison had suddenly disappeared.
The trail had led Gina to a BDSM club and high-class brothel named: Fifty Shades.
She had learned all she could find about the club and it was rumored that some very rich and mighty people used the services of the club to fulfill their deepest and darkest desires.
Despite her thorough research she could not find any proof of illegal activities so the cops would never dare to search the club.
However perhaps Fightqueen could take a look.
It was full moon as Fightqueen moved over the rooftops with cat like agility.
She was wearing tight, dark pants and a black bustier that covered the areau from above her breasts to just above her belly button.
The dark gymshoes made sure she was able to move silently and agile.
A belt was around her waist that contained handcuffs and some other tools she might need for her mission.
She was wearing long fingerless gloves that covered her entire forearms.
A dark domino mask partially concealed her face.
Fifty Shades was based in a large four storey mansion surrounded by a garden.
Sneaking through the garden Fightqueen was able to reach the side of the house.
Climbing the wall Fightqueen got on the roof and was able to unlock a window and enter the house unnoticed.
She entered a room that looked like an operating room except that there were all kinds of sex toys and other items clearly meant for other purposes then healthcare.
As she left the room and sneaked through the hallway she saw an Asian woman dressed in latex entering a room.
A naked man with a leash around his neck was crawling behind her on all fours.
He had a pig mask on his head and the woman gave a hard tug as she forced him to follow him.
"Hurry up pig or you will get punished badly."
As she door closed Fightqueen continued her way through the large house.
Apparently all these rooms had different uses for all kinds of services.
She realized she had to find an office where information and data was stored.
After moving down the stairs and exploring another floor she found a large office.
Quickly she slipped in and closed the door.
Going through the drawers Fightqueen tried to find anything that could give her a clue.
She then found a file that seemed to consist of people they had an interest in.
To her shock she found pictures of Madison that had seemingly been made while she was unaware.
There were pictures of her meeting Tom and going to college.
Somehow they had spied on her and studied her entire life.
Fightqueen was so caught up in her discovery that she did not hear the clicking of high heels in time.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" A voice said which made Fightqueen flinch and spin around.
She instantly recognized the woman stepping through the doorway as Madam Dani.
Madam Dani was the founder of Fifty Shades and its illustrious headmistress.
She was in her late forties and her blond hair flowed over her shoulders.
Her outfit was completely dark, perfectly accentuated her curvaceous body and left little to the imagination.
Her clothing consisted of a dark thong and a leather bodice, displaying her amble bosom.
She was wearing knee high boots with high heels and her strong, muscular thighs were clad in stocking.
In her left hand she held a long dark whip which she cracked menacingly in the air.
"So the mighty Fightqueen has graced us with a visit. I look forward to play with you." Madam Dani spoke with an amused smile while she slowly took another step towards Fightqueen.
Fightqueen looked defiant at the elder woman.
"I found proof that you have kidnapped several women. Tell me what you did to them! NOW!" Fightqueen said with a commanding voice.
A devious smile appeared on Madam Dani’s face.
"Oh do not worry my love. Soon you will learn all about what I did with them, from deep inside it."
As she finished her words she suddenly lashed out with her whip towards Fightqueen.
However Fightqueen had expected something like this and in a swift motion she raised her arm and caught the end of the whip with her hand. The whip looped around her hand and for just a split second she seemed to notice a look of surprise and a bit of admiration on Madam Dani’s face.
However then Dani’s smile grew wider and she gave a hard tug at the whip pulling Fightqueen off balance.
Caught of guard Fightqueen stumbled forward while trying to recover her balance.
As she did Madam Dani stepped forward and thrusted her knee upwards, kneeing Fightqueen right between the legs.
The impact was so hard that it knocked Fightqueen to her toes.
For a split second she felt nothing but then an agonizing pain exploded in her groin and rushed through her lower body.
"OOOOHHHAAAHHHH!" Fightqueen let out a pained scream as she collapsed to her knees and clutched her groin.
"We just met and I am already having fun." Madam Dani said with her devious smile.
She raised her right hand and slapped Fightqueen hard across the face, causing her head to snap to the side.
The slap was more intended to humiliate then to cause damage.
Fightqueen’s body was paralyzed by pain and she could not even move her legs if she wanted to.
The devastating low blow had quite literally knocked the fight out of her.
Dani grabbed Fightqueen’s hair and gave a sharp pull, forcing Fightqueen to look her in the eyes.
"Tsk, tsk. Not so confident now huh? Slaves belong on their knees."
She then noticed the handcuffs on Fightqueen’s belt and took them.
"Oh these are nice. You brought me a nice present to restrain you with."
With a cruel laugh she pulled Fightqueens arms behind her back and restrained her with her own handcuffs.
Grabbing Fightqueens hair she gave a painfull tug and forced her to her feet.
"How rich that you came in here. I am going to have so much fun taming you." She whispered with her mouth pressed against Fightqueens ear.
Keeping a firm grip on her hair Madam Dani led Fightqueen away.
Fightqueen was moved into a dark labyrinth of basements under the house.
In a dungeon like room Madam Dani began to remove her mask and clothing.
Madam Dani clearly took greaty joy in stripping down the captured heroine.
Completely naked Fightqueens wrists were chained to the ceiling and her ankles were trapped in a spreadbar, forcing her arms and legs wide.
"Naked and exposed just how I like my subs to be." Madam Dani said as she seemed to inspect Fightqueens body looking her up and down as if looking for flaws or imperfections.
She had a riding crop in her hand which she teasingly moved over her captive’s body.
"Your body is absolutely amazing. We have clients that will love to play with a former heroine like you. That is after I tame you of course." Madam Dani said while her free hand roamed over Fightqueens naked body.
"Fuck you! You deranged bitch!" Fightqueen spat but was immediately rewarded with a strike of the riding crop between her legs that made her grunt.
"No, no Fightqueen my love. The fucking part comes later." Madam Dani giggled.
Slowly her hand began to carress Fightqueen’s toned abdomen.
"You see, we kidnap people to train them into slaves that can be used for our sessions. We observed them for so long so we could kidnap them without leaving a trace." Dani smiled as her hand went lower and she began to fondle Fightqueens womanhood.
"However, since you are a vigilante I doubt anyone will come looking for you." Dani inserted a finger deep in her sex and Fightqueen could not help but moan.
"I’m sure this all seems strange and new to you but over time you will come to deal with it and even like it. However to rebuild you into a slave we first must tear you down." Dani said and at the same she seized Fightqueen’s pussy lips between her fingers and painfully twisted it.
Fightqueen cried out in pain.
Seemingly annoyed by her screaming Madam Dani forced a ballgag deep in her mouth and buckled it in place.
“Now, now, I’m not even beginning” Madam Dani teased as she took two nipple clamps and clipped them onto Fightqueens nipples who moaned in her ballgag and struggled. Her breasts bouncing around as she did so.
The next hour Dani began to apply all kinds of torture on Fightqueen. She spanked her with her hands till her ass was black and blue. She used a variety of whips to whip her back and chest.
At certain points the pain became too much and Fightqueen was about to pass out.
However Madam Dani stopped in time and allowed Fightqueen to recover before starting another diabolical torture session.
Madam Dani had pressed her hand over Fightqueen’s mouth and her fingers were pinching her nose shut. Not allowing Fightqueen to breath.
Her lungs burning as they begged for oxygen Fightqueen tried to twist her head free but the smiling Madam Dani held her tightly.
Just as her vision became black and she started to pass out Dani let go and stepped back.
Dani looked at the panting and bruised Fightqueen like a sculpter looking at a statue.
“We made some progress in breaking you. However sadly I have other matters to attend to.“
Madam Dani then snapped her fingers and two other women walked in.
One was petite and Asian and the other was a long, athletic blonde.
Both were wearing revealing outfits that showed of their tight frame.
“This is Mistress Kim and Misstess Kara. They will keep you warm until I get back.“
Fightqueen was exhausted at this point. Her body was aching from the torture and she was not sure how much more she could take before passing out.
"Please, do not hurt me anymore." She grunted weakly.
To her surprise Kim and Kara began to gently massage her body.
“Time for you to relax my sweet heroine.“ Kara said before kissing Fightqueen full on her lips, her tongue invading her mouth.
She seductively rubbed her body against Fightqueen’s.
The next fifteen minutes the two women took turn in massaging and kissing Fightqueen’s bruised body.
The petite Asian's hands were caressing Fightqueen's body and she gently kissed and licked her breasts.
Suddenly a sadistic smile appeared on Kim’s face and she leaned towards Fightqueen's right breast and bit down hard on her nipple. Fightqueen screamed loud as it felt like Kim would bite her nipple off. After what felt like an eternity of pain Kim let go and began to spank Fightqueen’s ass with her hand.
Fightqueen screamed in pain but this only seemed to encourage Kim more.
She kept slapping Fightqueen's backside as if she was playing a drum.
The two women took turn in torturing Fightqueen combined with short breaks in which they caressed her and allowed her to recuperate.
Fightqueen had never felt so helpless in her life as the two women completely owned her.
After what felt like an eternity they unbound her and carried her to a bed.
Fightqueen fell asleep almost instantly.
Fightqueen woke up as someone pressed a hand over her mouth.
She tried to move but her wrists were cuffed to the bedframe.
“Ssshhhhhhh, I need you to be silent please. This is important.“ Kara said as she held her hand tight over Fightqueen’s mouth.
The cruel and dominating attitude was gone and her behavior had completely changed.
Fightqueen nodded and Kara removed her hand.
“Listen, my name is special agent Mason. I work for a police taskforce in deep cover assignments. For the last four months I worked to gain Dani’s trust. I am aiming to round up all her practices.“ Kara whispered.
Fightqueen had a hard time believing her but she seemed genuine and besides she did not have any other options.
“What do you want me to do? “
“I convinced Kim that I would handle you today. So she will not get anywhere near to you. I am going to get evidence out of the office and when I get back we will walk out of here and the FBI will raid this place.“ Kara said while removing her cuffs and giving Fightqueen her outfit back.
“Will they not recognize me with my suit on?“ Fightqueen said while she put her uniform on.
“Your suit will not look that out of place when we walk out of here. Trust me. I have seen people do some weird shit here.“ Kara said with a small smile on her face.
“The house is for the clients and the basement is meant for the training of slaves. When we are out of the basements we are safe.“
She gave Fightqueen some food and water and then left the room.
Fightqueen took slow sips of the drink and ate her food while she waited for Kara to get back.
After a while the door opened and Kara came back.
We have all the evidence she said while raising a map in her hand.
"Ok now follow me and be quiet, I am going to get you out of here and then we send an assault team in this place." Kara said while she and Fightqueen moved through the dark corridor.
"I don't think you're going anywhere, grab them and tie both of them up tight, very tight" Came the echo from behind them as they moved through the dark corridor in the basement.
Fightqueen only realized now how huge the underground dungeons were as she followed Kara through the dark hallways.
If not for Kara Fightqueen would have most likely lost her way.
"This way hurry", Kara said as they ran through the hallway. They heard steps behind them from their pursuers. "There is an exit up there around the corner".
As they got around the corner four women suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
All of them were decked out in leather catsuits, and bondage hoods that covered their mouths, but not their eyes.
Instantly two of them seized Kara and forced her against the wall.
The other two women tried to do the same to Fightqueen.
However Fightqueen used the momentum of the first one against her and threw her to the floor.
The second one swung a punch but Fightqueen knocked her backwards with a kick to the chest.
Meanwhile Kara had a hard time fighting the two women. One had managed to get her in a headlock and they were in the process of wrestling her to the ground.
Fightqueen kicked one of the women backwards which allowed Kara to break free and throw the other women to the floor.
Fightqueen and Kara nodded at each other as they dropped in a fighting stance while the four women prepared to attack them.
Fighting back to back they were able to match the four women who tried to attack them from all sides.
The women tried to seperate them but Kara and Fightqueen kept defending each other.
However the four women worked together as well and one of them managed to land a chop to the side of Kara’s neck that reeled her.
She tried to recover but was instantly grabbed by two women who twisted her arms behind her back.
Fightqueen tried to help her ally but suddenly Kim attacked her from behind and sended two hard punches to her lower back.
The kidney punches made Fightqueen wince in pain and allowed Kim to seize her right arm and wrench it high behind her back.
Fightqueen was forced to her knees while the small Asian forced her wrist between her shoulder blades in a painful angle.
As Kara and Fightqueen realized they had been defeated they heard someone clapping.
Leaning against the wall was Madam Dani.
"Bravo, quite the show." She said on a sarcastic tone.
"Now I know why they call you Fightqueen." She laughed.
She then turned towards Kara.
"Agent Mason. You might be a cameleon but I see through everyone. Did you honestly not expect me to find out you were police?" She smiled.
With a gesture of her hand she ordered the women to drag Fightqueen and Kara to one of the rooms.
"So sad you decided to commit suicide agent Mason. Perhaps you could not stomach the interesting life of a dominatrix. Or perhaps you finally became nuts. Undercoverwork always has a weird effect on people. How long can they pretend to others and themselves that they are someone they are not? Seems like your inner conflicts made you commit suicide, how tragic." Madam Dani mocked with a sadistic smile on her face.
Kara had been positioned on a chair and a noose attached to a bar in the ceiling was tied around her neck.
With both hands she held a bar attached to the ceiling after which the chair had been pulled away, leaving her dangling several feet above the floor.
Kara was now literally holding the bar for dear life.
As soon as she would let go she would hang herself with the rope around her neck.
Sweat was dripping from her forehead and her arms were tensioning to not lose her grip on the bar.
However it was clear that it would only take a few minutes till she would be exhausted and lose her grip.
Fightqueen was held by two women as she was forced to witness Kara’s ordeal.
"Do not worry sweetie. After we watched how long Kara can hold on we will continue your training." Madam Dani smiled at her.
Suddenly a slender girl wearing nothing but a thong and a corset ran in.
"Madam Dani the cops are entering the club. They will soon discover the access to the dungeons." She gasped panicked.
A stern look appeared on her face and then she motioned at the women present.
"Take Fightqueen away, destroy all the evidence and escape through the tunnels. The cops will find no one or nothing incriminating here except some undercover bug that just hung herself."
Quickly the two women dragged Fightqueen away into one of the dark hallways.
With all the chaos of women taking evidence away and leaving the basement through the tunnels Fightqueen decided it was time to act.
In a swift motion she pulled free from her captors and elbowed the nearest girl in her stomach.
The other girl tried to push her against the wall but Fightqueen threw her to the floor.
A swift combination of punches later and the two girls were out cold.
Quickly Fightqueen speeded back and then encountered Madam Dani in the hallway.
"Well, well. Looks like you managed to escape again, such a bright girl." She chuckled while looking amused at Fightqueen.
"Same can not be said of you. You are not escaping here and you will rot in jail." Fightqueen said while looking at her tormentor.
She raised her fists in a fighting stance as she prepared to engage the Madam.
A calculating look appeared on Madam Dani’s face but then she smiled.
"As much as I would love to tussle with you again I do not want to be around here for the cops to find."
"Forget about it. You are not getting past me." Fightqueen said angry as she kept blocking Dani’s exit rout.
"So feisty. A shame I will not get to play with you anytime soon. However you seem to mis some major points here." Madam Dani smiled while gesturing behind her.
"Do you think Kara can hold on long enough for the cops to save her? Perhaps they find me here fighting you and a dead undercover cop." Madam Dani smiled.
"Or perhaps they find me here fighting you and she is alive, I go to jail and you two live happily ever after. However what are the odds? Perhaps I make quick work of you and I escape while Kara dies. So many outcomes are possible. And only a few favorable for poor Kara" Dana’s voice was teasing as she seemed to enjoy Fightqueen’s uncertainty.
"However we can also agree that I let you save her and you let me go. In that case we wait for our next meeting to settle this." Dani smiled as she knew she controlled the situation.
"Also remember that you are a vigilante and if she dies I can tell the cops pretty much everything I want. Perhaps they will even think that you have killed their undercover cop."
Fightqueen stepped to the side knowing that she had no choice.
Her tormentor laughed and then ran towards the exit.
"Till next time sweetie." She said teasingly.
Special Agent Mason was literally fighting for her life.
Her fingers were numb and her arms began to shake from the tension.
Her entire body wanted her to let go of the bar and allow her arms much needed rest.
However if she would do that she would hang herself and her life would be over.
She grunted in frustration as her grip began to slip.
Unable to bear her weigh anymore her fingers slipped and she fell.
However at the same time a knife flew through the air and cut the knot tying the rope to the ceiling.
The rope breaked and Mason fell hard on her ass.
Her hands were still trembling but she was alive.
Slowly she got back to her feet and saw Fightqueen standing in the doorway.
"Police everyone down!" loud voices echoed through the hallway.
Mason turned her head and when she looked back at Fightqueen she was gone.
Two days later Mason was waiting on a rooftop in the middle of the city.
She still wanted to talk with Fightqueen and was happy when she had received a letter to meet her here at midnight.
She heard a sound behind her like a breeze. As she turned around Fightqueen was standing on the roof.
She was donning her dark outfit which perfectly accentuated her athletic body.
Seeing her here at night she looked completely different. She looked like a warrior, a creature of the night.
Mason had a hard time remembering she was the same girl that had been chained up helplessly in Madam Dani’s basement.
"Thank you for coming." Fightqueen said slowly as she seemed to look for words.
"Thank you for saving my life. Without you I would have been dead." She stepped a bit closer to Fightqueen.
I am so sorry that I tortured you in that basement. I was disgusted by myself. However I wanted to maintain my cover so we could take down Dani." She said as her voice slightly trembled.
"It is ok." Fightqueen replied.
She then paused for a moment before continueing to speak.
"When Dani had captured me and began to torture me I felt like all hope was lost. It was like there was nothing but darkness."
"However then you showed up and helped me. Instead of leaving me you tried to save me. I am sure that if it was not for you she would have broken me and I would have been molded into one of her slaves."
Mason was deeply touched. She had expected Fightqueen to hate her for her part in it. However she had never expected Fightqueen to be gratefull.
"Without much result. She escaped us and we are unable to find her.And even if we did we do not have a single shred of evidence against her to build a case. Four months of work down the drain. We lost." Mason replied coldly trying to now show touched she was by Fightqueens words.
"Sometimes not dying is the best victory available. A teacher of mine once told me that." Fightqueen replied.
"Why did the cops raided the place by the way? I thought you were unable to give them the signal."
"It seems one of Dani’s girls decided to call them when she realized she was going to kill me. Apparently trying to save my life was worth risking Madam Dani’s wrath." Mason said while looking down at the floor.
"She was right. You inspired her to do the right thing" Fightqueen said while putting her hand on Mason’s shoulder.
Mason looked up and was touched by Fightqueen’s words.
She felt a deep desire to embrace Fightqueen and kiss her.
However she did not do it.
Fightqueen her hand on Mason’s shoulder was trembling.
She felt a deep sympathy for this woman who had saved her.
A part of her wanted to kiss her, be with her.
However she did not do it.
After several seconds Fightqueen broke the silence.
"So, what are you going to do now?"
Mason blinked with her eyes as she seemed to need some time to process that question.
"Oh, well I am going to see what is left for us to work with. Perhaps there are other leads against Dani to pursue. I plan to take her down."
The women looked at each other for a moment, both unable to say what they were really feeling.
Fightqueen gave Mason her number.
"Call me whenever you need me." She said with a slight smile.
"I will." Mason said as both of them shook hands.
In a swift motion Fightqueen leaped off the roof and disappeared in the night.
Mason walked back to her car.
She was far from done with Madam Dani.