Warning! The following contains material of an adult nature and intended for mature readers. Author’s note: This story takes places prior to The Adventures of Freedom Chick: Trials of Dr. X. Freedom Chick and its characters are owned and copyrighted © 2002Wolfworks Entertainment.
The story so far: Gloria Breckinridge, otherwise known as the feminist defender Freedom Chick, is on a rampage of San Francisco’s porn shops, hunting for Arnold Roth, who may have a clue to the whereabouts of Dr. X and a certain film he possesses, a film which reveals our heroine in non consensual bondage and pornographic escapades. Meanwhile, Ewa, Gloria’s young Swedish lover, has grown tired of her lover’s moodiness and has found solace as an actress in Arnie Roth’s new production, which is being financed by the devious Dr. X and his lovely assistant Nurse Honey.
1970’s San Francisco – Malibu Highway
As Gloria Breckinridge rode along the curving California coastal highway, she had one thought on her mind. Find Arnold Roth. Once she found him, she would then be able to accomplish the next item on her agenda. Get back the evidence of her rape and sexual torture filmed by her enemy, the insidious Dr. X. It was imperative that she find Roth before the porn peddler mass-produced and sold the film in the thriving sex shop businesses of San Francisco. Otherwise, her career as a defender of women from the oppression and abuse of men was over.
Once she located Roth, then there would be the ultimate matter of unleashing swift and harsh payback on Dr. X. She was eager and more than up to the task of making Arnold Roth tell her exactly where the perverted Dr. X and his assistant Nurse Honey were located. In fact, she so relished the thought of beating him to a pulp that she hoped he might refuse to tell her just so she could have the pleasure of releasing her frustrations on him. Sooner or later he would talk.
Speaking of frustrations, in the back of her mind there was also the thought of her Swedish teenage girlfriend Ewa. Once all this rigmarole was over, she could go back home and make up with her young lover, whom she had recently engaged in a lover’s spat. She knew that her pent up sexual frustration and being unable to reach climax with Ewa in bed was all due to the stress of her recent humiliations at the hands of Dr. X and the unfinished business she had with him.
Freedom Chick rumbled up to the front of Arnold’s Roth’s Malibu beach house on her Freedom Chopper and skidded to a halt just near the front door of the art deco style façade. With steel-jawed determination, she climbed off her bike, removed her mirrored sunglasses and tucked them into the red white and blue leather motorcycle saddlebag before she tromped to the door and slammed her gloved fist on it several times.
I’m going to give him ten seconds to answer the door, Gloria thought. She began to count in her head backwards from ten but when she reached five, she lost any patience she might have had, raised her leg and thrust her leather go-go boot out with full force where the door jamb was located.
KA-RUNCH!!!
The entire door handle and jamb gave way. The door was jarred open violently and went slinging backward. It was unfortunate that Arnold Roth’s assistant Ginger was about to answer the rude banging as the door caught her flush in the face and sent her stumbling backwards. She tried to catch her balance, but instead she tumbled over the couch head over heels.
Gloria Breckinridge stormed through the living room, looking for any sign of Roth. She ignored the groaning Ginger who was slumped on the floor in a semi-conscious state. Suddenly she was met face to face with a man in a Grateful Dead T-shirt, jeans and sandals.
“Hey, what the hell happened?” Benny demanded to know.
Gloria wasted little time with Arnold Roth’s lighting man. She shot her arm out and clothes lined him to the carpet, where he slammed on his back with a thud. Freedom Chick noticed movement outside the large windows toward the back of the house and headed there in a straight line. When she reached the sliding glass door, she slung it open and her mouth fell open at what she saw.
“Ewa!” Gloria exclaimed.
Her teenage lover was on a recliner at poolside, on her back, legs spread and up in the air, back arched upward, squirming and squealing as a huge Great Dane’s head was between her legs, its tongue lapping hungrily at her open twat while Ewa’s head was upside down, gulping down her co-star Johnny Dark’s thick cock.
Ewa’s blue eyes flew open and she nearly chocked on Johnny’s penis. “UNNNGGGBLLLMMM!”
“CUT! CUT!” Arnold Roth yelled when Freedom Chick stepped into the frame. He shouted at the auburn-haired intruder in the red white and blue halter top, hot pants and go-go boots. “Hey! You can’t just come here and mess up my shoot!”
Arnold Roth gulped when he suddenly realized it was Freedom Chick standing before him. She was staring in disbelief at the actors doing their scene. He glanced over at the two-way mirrored bay window where he knew Dr. X and Nurse Honey were surreptitiously watching the filming. The two-way mirror served two purposes. Investors could watch all the hot action without making the talent nervous, and the porn stars used it to primp and preen before doing their scenes.
“Gloria! What are you doing here?” Ewa exclaimed in shock when she managed to remove Johnny Dark’s cock from her mouth. She was also busy trying to push King’s mouth away from her saliva-soaked pussy but she was having less success with that. The large four-legged beast was enjoying the tasty meal way too much. She was finally able to extricate herself from the Great Dane’s lapping tongue and grabbed a nearby bathrobe to cover her naked body.
Gloria grabbed Ewa by the shoulders in a scolding manner. Freedom Chick was furious with her lover. “Ewa! I can’t believe this! This is how you decided to make a living?”
“But you told me to get a job!”
“Not as a porno actress!”
“But this is not pornography. It is art and I am good at it.”
“Who fed you that crock of bull?”
“Mr. Roth told me!” Ewa answered, pointing out her director.
Shaking with fury, Gloria’s glare snapped over at Arnold Roth, who looked back at her indignantly.
“You’re Arnold Roth?”
“Yea! What’s it to you?”
While Arnie’s sound man Ratso and Johnny Dark looked on open-mouthed, Freedom Chick strutted over to Roth with grim-faced determination, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and practically lifted him off his feet.
“Hey! What the hell? Let me go!”
“First, you’re going to tell me where Dr. X is. Then you’re going to turn over the film he gave you. Then I’m going to shut down your perverted little production.”
“What the hell are you talking about? Who the hell is Dr. X? Turn over what film?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about! All I need is one reason to pound the stuffing out of you, you flesh-peddling pervert!” Gloria snarled. She slammed Roth into his camera and knocked it over, spilling open the film cabinets. Ratso dove to protect his expensive tape equipment like a brave G.I. diving on a live grenade. The shiny celluloid strips of film stock coiled out of the camera like a live snake birthing, exposing it to the sunlight. The filming for the entire day was completely ruined.
“You goddamn bitch. You just cost me a whole day of shooting! You’re gonna pay for that you fucking cunt!”
Gloria bristled at his degrading use of the “B” and “C” words. Every time she heard a man use them against a woman, it drove her over the edge. Never mind Dr. X at the moment. It was all the excuse she needed. Freedom Chick gritted her teeth, nearly frothing at the mouth as she raised her gloved fist and slammed it full force into Arnold Roth’s jaw. There was crunching sound as his teeth lost the force against force battle with her knuckles.
Roth screamed in agony. All he could do was bring his arms up in a feeble attempt at self-defense as Freedom Chick began to pummel him senseless. When he crumbled to the ground, Gloria was about to deliver a debilitating stomp of the groin when a voice called out from behind her.
“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”
The hair on the back of Gloria’s neck rose up when she recognized the sound of the female voice. She spun around in a hand-to-hand combat stance. Standing a few feet away near the pool stood Nurse Honey, wearing only a white satin bra, matching panties and white patent leather stiletto pumps. She was standing with legs apart in a defiant stance, manicured fingers were on her svelte hips, buxom chest thrust outward in a challenging pose, chin lifted, silver blonde hair billowing around her face. She had a smirk on her face and the look of a cold-blooded killer in her blazing blue eyes as she stared Freedom Chick down.
“You!” Gloria hissed. Her sleek muscles tensed up under the tanned skin of her body.
“In the flesh!” Nurse Honey shot back. “Ready for round two?”
Gloria bristled. Her first encounter with Nurse Honey was brutal. The woman had the strength of an Amazon goddess, and it was only Dr. X’s interference that kept Nurse Honey from doing serious damage to her. She had written that defeat off to the fact that she wasn’t used to using her natural strength and skills to fight a women. Brutalizing men was more of her cup of tea. She wasn’t about to let the same thing happen again. This time she was prepared to inflict some serious hurt on this criminal wench. She wasn’t about to let this platinum blonde bimbo get the best of her again.
“You picked the wrong time to mess with me, Blondie!” Freedom Chick sneered as the two women began to circle each other like two feline predators.
“Any time you’re ready Freedom Bitch!” Nurse honey replied.
“Where’s your sugar daddy Dr. X? Raping some innocent girls?”
“Never mind Dr. X, it’s me you should be concerned with, slut.”
First it was “bitch”, and then it was “cunt” and now “slut”. Freedom Chick had been called almost every degrading name in the book. Now her blood was boiling. She bared her teeth and rushed Nurse Honey in a blind fury with her head ducked in a tackling move. Nurse Honey grunted from the force of Freedom Chick’s tackle and reeled backwards until she was slammed to the ground.
The air was knocked out of the blonde, and she lay stunned while Freedom Chick straddled her and pinned her arms down to the ground with the full weight of her legs. The star-spangled heroine then lifted and dropped her pelvis hard down onto her foes mid section, forcing what little air there was left in Nurse Honey out.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPH!”
“Who’s on top this time?” Freedom Chick snarled, grabbing fistfuls of Nurse Honey’s golden locks with both hands and giving her head a hearty yank. The auburn-haired heroine then spent several minutes slapping and taunting the buxom blonde. “Not so tough now are you?”
Outraged by Freedom Chick’s surprise attack, Nurse Honey gathered her strength strained her hips upward to try and force the heroine off her torso. When the attempt failed, the heroine laughed at her while keeping her hips planted in place.
“Get off of me!” Nurse Honey demanded.
“Not until you say, “’I’m a big-breasted bottle blonde bimbo’ three times fast!”
“Damn you!” Nurse Honey screamed, red-faced. She wasn’t going to take anymore of this. She brought her leg up in a feat of limber athleticism and kneed Freedom Chick squarely between the shoulder blades.
“AAAAAAAUUUNNNNNNNGGGHHHHHHH!” Freedom Chick groaned from the sudden jolt to her spine. It had a paralyzing effect, and she was slow to react when Nurse Honey twisted and forced her off with sheer strength and momentum. The heroine was slung to the ground and Nurse Honey slipped up and over so that she was straddling Freedom Chick. Suddenly the tables were turned. Gloria stared up at Nurse Honey in wide-eyed shock and anger. The blonde vixen wasted no time with her advantageous position and pummeled Freedom Chick in the chest, bouncing her fists off Gloria’s firm melons in flurry of punches.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” Freedom Chick screamed out in pain. The blows felt like hornet stings on her breasts. While Nurse honey tenderized her trembling tits, Dr. X was still watching intently from his perch behind the glass. Oh, what he would have given for a camera at that moment. He was dying to capture Freedom Chick’s defeat on celluloid yet again. He satisfied himself in the knowledge that soon he would have her in his clutches and this time his torment would be even more harsh and humiliating. His mind began to churn with ideas while he watched his beautiful young protégé pummel Freedom Chick senseless.
Meanwhile, Arnold Roth was watching in disbelief at the scene before him. Two fantastically sexy women were in the throes of a furious catfight. It was almost enough to let him forget that blood was seeping out of his mouth and his jaw hurt like hell. His assistant Ginger had finally wandered out of the house, still dazed from Freedom Chick’s blistering entrance, followed by Benny the lighting man, who was clutching his throat and wheezing for breath. Ratso was still flinching over her precious sound equipment while Johnny Dark was relaxing with a cigarette and grinning with amusement by the crazy scene around him. King the Great Dane was still sniffing around Ewa, who was trying her best to shoo him away from her privates, looking on in distress while her beloved Gloria fought her heart out.
Gloria had had enough of this. Unable to block any of Nurse Honey’s brutal pounding, she swung her tanned legs up and wrapped them across the blonde’s face. The heroine locked her ankles together and forcing Nurse Honey’s head back.
“UUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGFFFFFFFFFFF!” Nurse Honey groaned. Her back was forced back in an arch and bowed until she felt like her spine was going to snap. She gripped and clawed desperately at Freedom Chick’s go-go boots, trying to wrest them free from the locked position under her chin. When that didn’t work, she raked her nails hard across Gloria’s taut straining thighs.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Gloria screamed out in outrage. The pain was white hot, and when she loosened her ankle hold, Nurse Honey slipped out and the fight was really on. Hair was grabbed and tugged, cheeks were slapped into redness, nipples were pinched and grabbed, pubic areas were clenched with harsh grips, buttocks were pounded and even teeth were used as a desperate measure to gain any advantage. Nurse Honey laid into Gloria’s solar plexus with a gut-wrenching punch while the heroine was weakened. When Freedom Chick doubled over with grunt, Nurse Honey grabbed her hair with both fists and swung her around until she was practically airborne. Gloria screeched in pain until she was let loose. The momentum carried her across the lawn until her back slammed into a wrought iron fence. There was hardly any time to recover, and her foe was quickly on her, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her head on the metal bars. Then the snarling blonde braced Freedom Chick against the fence with both hands on the heroine’s breasts, and brought her long leg up to give Gloria a brutal knee to the groin.
Freedom Chick feigned going down, and when Nurse Honey lifted her up by the hair, Gloria retaliated with a blistering series of blows to the blonde Amazon’s crotch. Just when Freedom Chick thought she was gaining an advantage, Nurse Honey went to her reserve of strength and grasped the heroine in a forward headlock, then lifted her up by the waistband of her hot pants until Freedom Chick’s boots were off the ground. Screaming, spitting and struggling, Gloria was then dropped face first to the ground like a sack of potatoes. When she attempted to rise, Gloria leapt vertically off her feet and brought an elbow smashing down on the heroine’s spine.
“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNGHHHHHHHHHH” Gloria groaned from the force of the blow. Her whole body felt stung with paralysis. She was virtually helpless as Nurse Honey put her in one agonizing, limb-twisting hold after another. At one point the two mighty combatants were locked face-to-face, arms wrapped and squeezed around the other’s waist, hissing and spitting, hair flying, legs pumping to knee and stomp the other. Balance was lost and the two stumbled into the sparkling water of Arnold Roth’s swimming pool with a splash.
While the audience gathered around the edges to watch, Freedom Chick and Nurse Honey swirled and spun like battling crocodiles. First Freedom Chick grabbed Nurse Honey’s hair and forced her head under water, then the blonde returned the favor, driving Gloria’s face into the pool and then following with an forearm blow to the back of the head. Then both women went under, clutching each other’s neck in an underwater death match ballet. Arnold Roth and his crew began betting furiously on who would come back up first.
Dr. X finally strolled outside to watch more closely the battle between his nemesis and his loyal assistant. It was an incredible sight to behold, and more arousing than he could have imagined. But it was difficult to see who was winning with them both underwater. Occasionally an arm or a foot would emerge to break the surface and then thrash below again. A full minute crept by, and the movement under the water slowed until finally one surfaced, gasping for air.
Ratso cheered while the others moaned in disappointment. He was the only one of the film crew who had his money on Freedom Chick. Ewa gasped with pride when she saw Gloria’s face, wet hair plastered across her forehead and cheeks.
“Gloria!”
Freedom Chick reached under the water and yanked Nurse Honey out of the pool by the hair. The blonde was coughing up the water she had swallowed and was far too weak to fight any more. With a rush of adrenaline from victory, Gloria slung the blonde out of the pool and over the edge, where the soaked blonde passed out in exhaustion. When Gloria spied her archenemy, Dr. X, she swiftly scrambled up the ladder and out of the water. But before she could take a step in his direction, the villain grinned and side stepped behind Ewa and clutched the young teen around the neck with one arm. In one swift motion, Dr. X brought out a hypodermic needle he had hidden in his other hand and held the tip to Ewa’s throat. He had planned this whole moment.
“Not another step,” Dr. X warned, while Ewa gasped in surprise.
“NO! STOP!” Gloria screamed, freezing in place.
“Oh, yes!” Dr. X replied, grinning with glee. “Once again, you’ve fallen into my trap. And once again I’m going to humiliate you, but this time, I’m not going to be gentle…like before.”
Freedom Chick shook with fury. She had let her quest for revenge get the better of her and allowed her lover to become entangled in her battle with the demented pervert, Dr. X. How was it possible? How could this have happened? How could she have let him get the best of her even after she vowed it would never happen again?
“Let her go, you sick freak!” Freedom Chick demanded. “This is between you and me!”
“Now, now. We all know you could beat me to a pulp. So I’m not about to release this tender young thing. Not until you do as I say. And then I’ll let her go free.”
“Gloria, no!” Ewa exclaimed, now fully grasping the situation. This man who pretended to be the financer of Mr. Roth’s film was nothing more than an evil villain bent on destroying her lover. She couldn’t let it happen! With quick thinking, she brought her elbow back and thrust it backward into Dr. X’s midsection. Not expecting it, he grunted from the stunning hand down and jammed the needle into Ewa’s neck instinctively, plunging half the contents of the hypodermic into young Ewa’s jugular. The teen winced and tensed up, then passed out from the effects of the knockout solution.
Freedom Chick moved swiftly, heading toward Dr. X with a look of rage in her eyes. In a panic, Dr. X shoved Ewa into the pool, successfully diverting Gloria’s attention away from him and towards saving her lover. Without a second thought, the heroine dove right into the water, and quickly scooped Ewa from the bottom of the pool. When she came up, she swam with Ewa to the edge. With her arms full, Gloria was helpless to prevent Dr. X from leaning down to jam the remaining contents of his hypodermic needle into her shoulder.
“NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Gloria screamed. Before the world faded away, her last thought was of saving Ewa. She made one last ditch effort to push her lover onto the tile surface next to the pool, and then sank beneath the sparkling blue surface.
Dr. X was fully pleased that his specially crafted hypnotic drug was working to perfection. With great effort during Freedom Chick’s unconsciousness, he removed latent memories of previous encounters and then planted a series of subliminal suggestions into her weakened state of mind. After all the scrapes and bruises obtained from her battle with Nurse Honey were attended to by Roth’s assistant Ginger, she had been cleaned up and dressed in a sexy cotton mini dress with Greek-style thong sandals. Her fem symbol choker was the only remnant from her Freedom Chick outfit. With her experience doubling as Roth’s model makeup artist, Ginger had added some subtle shades of blush and eyeliner along with a creamy coat of frosty pink lipstick. Then Gloria’s auburn tresses were blow-dried until her hair was full and fluffy. With her deeply tanned skin and statuesque body, everybody agreed she looked incredibly sexy. Now she was ready to be tamed.
When Gloria Breckinridge opened her eyes, she couldn’t remember how she got to where she was. Her head swam a bit and she closed her eyes until the sensation of vertigo went away. When she opened her eyes again, she discovered that she was sitting back comfortably on a plush black and white checkered chair with her hands resting on the thick armrests. The suede material was pleasant to the touch and she smiled as she ran her hand over it, fascinated by the checkered design.
“Hello, Gloria.”
Gloria looked to see who was talking to her. A middle-aged man in a neat suit wearing glasses was sitting in a chair across from her. He was leaning forward with his forearms resting on his knees and the fingers of his hands were locked together in front of him.
Gloria smiled like someone coming out of a long restful sleep. “Hello. Umm…who are you?”
“Call me Dr. X.”
“Dr. X,” Gloria repeated, almost dreamily. The name sounded very familiar. “Where am I?”
“You’re in the home of a friend of mine, Arnold Roth.”
That name sounded familiar as well, but for the life of her, Gloria could not remember where she had heard of it. “Arnold Roth?”
“Yes, he’s the cameraman on a new film I’m directing,” Dr. X replied.
Gloria’s attention peaked. “A film? Groovy. I love movies!”
“Really? How would you like to star in one?”
“Me?”
“Yes indeed. You would be splendid in my new film,” Dr. X informed her. “You certainly are attractive enough for the role I have in mind.”
Gloria couldn’t help but blush and giggle. “But I’ve never acted before!”
“It’s very simple. Just be yourself and follow my directions.”
The idea piqued her interest. “Well what kind of movie is it?”
Dr. smiled. “It’s a love story.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yes. It’s the story of a woman…a strong and beautiful woman…a heroic woman. That’s you. You meet a sweet young girl…”
Gloria was enraptured already. The story sounded incredible and she was eager to hear more.
“Yes…and?”
“This girl invites you home to meet her husband.”
Gloria’s expression dropped. She liked the story better when it was just the two girls.
“You find out that they are swingers and today is his birthday. The wife wants to surprise her husband with a ménage a trios. You like this girl so much, that you will do anything to please her, including a threesome with her husband.”
“I don’t really know if I like this story.”
“Wait. Hear me out. The husband is an incredible lover. He makes you feel things you never thought you could. And by pleasing the husband, you please the young wife as well. All of you share a bed together. You make glorious love with them, for hours. And you discover that you cannot get enough of them. Afterwards you realize you must have them both... forever.”
Gloria was starting to get into now. “It sounds far out, but still…”
“Don’t make up your mind until you meet the actress who will play the young wife,” Dr. X said, and called out to an open door. Ewa stepped in, as pretty as a picture, wearing a colorful mini-dress and cute strappy heels. Large hoop earrings hung from her lobes, and she smiled brightly at Gloria.
An odd sense of déjà vu overcame the hypnotically drugged heroine. She was certain she had met this girl before, but couldn’t figure out where. She was very pretty, and suddenly the thought of doing a love scene with this girl was tantalizing to say the least.
“This is Ewa. She will be playing the part of the wife, a young innocent Swedish girl who’s married to a kinky American, and then meets a stunning brunette, her night school English class instructor. That’s your part.”
“Hello,” Ewa greeted Gloria sweetly. The Swedish teen’s highly impressionable mind had been more easily manipulated and re-programmed by Dr. X. As far as Ewa was concerned, she was a bright, eager young actress who lived for her craft and loved taking direction from the brilliant filmmaker Dr. X. And she just loved taking her clothes off.
Gloria was immediately smitten. This blushing blonde was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. She smiled and returned the shy greeting with a demure. “Hello there.”
“Dr. X has told me so much about you. Gosh, I really hope you decide to do the movie with us.”
“Well, it’s up to you, Miss Breckinridge,” Dr. X told the bewildered heroine while Ewa looked on in suspense.
Something felt odd about this whole situation, but Gloria shunted it aside and smiled, “I’ll do it.”
“Excellent!” Dr. X said. “Let’s get started then. Come with me so you can meet the others.”
Dr. X led the pair of women to another spacious bedroom where lights and cameras were set up around a huge round bed covered with white velvet sheets. Gloria was stunned at the brightly set. Everything was painted and furnished in white including all the multi-sized pillows on the bed.
After Dr. X introduced Freedom Chick to his cameraman Arnold Roth, the makeup assistant Ginger, the soundman Ratso, and Benny the lighting man. Arnold and Benny were terrified of Gloria, even though Dr. X had assured them beforehand that she was harmless now that she was brainwashed and under his total control. When Dr. X introduced Nurse Honey as Betty his personal assistant, Miss Smith. Nurse Honey only sneered at Gloria, itching to get another crack at the Freedom Chick, but Dr. X promised her that would come in due time.
The last one to be introduced was Johnny Dark, who strolled in dressed like a golfer just off the links. He had a bright pull over shirt with plaid golf slacks and spiked wing tips. He shook hands with Gloria and grinned at her lasciviously.
“We’ll shoot the big love scene first,” Dr. X informed the crew. “Johnny, Gloria and Ewa please take your places.”
“Hold on a minute,” Johnny spoke up.
“Yes, Mr. Dark. What is it?”
He leaned in close and spoke softly into Dr. X’s ear. “Listen up, boss. I’m still recharging from the scenes we shot outside. Now, I don’t want to tell you how to shoot your movie, but I’d like to make a little suggestion. Why don’t you start off with these two pretty ladies first while I get some warm up fluff action from Miss Smith here?”
Dr. X grinned and winked at Johnny. “Brilliant! I like the way you think Mr. Dark.” Then Dr. X turned to Nurse Honey, whose eyes went wide when she realized what Johnny was suggesting. Dr. X told his buxom assistant, “Miss Smith, would you be so kind?”
She was no mood to suck Johnny Dark’s dick while her boss Dr. X filmed their mortal nemesis Freedom Chick and that Swedish bitch of hers, but Nurse Honey could not refuse him. She rolled her eyes and followed Johnny to a large white chair. Johnny sat down, spread his legs and opened his slacks to take his cock out. Nurse Honey took one look at it and couldn’t understand why he even needed to be fluffed. He was already stiff as a board. She sighed, knelt down, stroked him a few times and then bent down to go to work on him.
Once Dr. X was satisfied that Johnny Dark was being taken well care of, he turned to the crew and said, “All right then, let’s begin. Ladies, takes your places on the bed. In this scene, you are in the young wife’s bedroom for the first time. Gloria, you are smitten by the young wife Ewa, and you are very excited to be in her home. Ewa, you have a huge crush on your English instructor Miss Breckinridge, and you are dying to make love to her. You both will make a little small talk, and then do what comes naturally. Then Johnny will enter later and you pick up from there.”
“I’m so nervous,” Gloria giggled. Dr. X’s instructions had aroused her for some reason. She was amazed at how smitten she really was with Ewa. It wouldn’t be difficult to act this out. Meanwhile Ewa was taking the instructions fully to heart. The idea of making love to the beautiful Gloria was enticing her over the edge.
“That’s quite all right. In this scene you would be nervous anyway. Are you both ready?”
Gloria nodded and Ewa smiled and the two of them took their places on the bed.
“Ready everyone?”
Arnold, Benny and Ratso all answered in the affirmative. “All right then…action.”
After an awkward pause, Ewa started first with her adorable Swedish accent. “I am so glad you decided to come to my home for my husband’s birthday dinner, Miss Breckinridge.”
“Thank you for inviting me, Ewa. It was very kind of you. And your home is so beautiful.”
“Thank you. It was the least I could do after all the extra help you gave me with my English lessons.”
“It was my pleasure. And your English is excellent.”
Ewa blushed and giggled. “I am really trying Miss Breckinridge!”
“Ewa, I think we’re friendly enough that you can call me “Gloria”.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, Miss Breckinridge…I mean…Gloria…I am so happy to hear you say that!”
Dr. X could tell that the two of them were really getting into their roles as teacher and student. Neither had any idea that his brainwashing drug had made them highly susceptible to any sort of suggestion or commands, especially in this sort of context of creating a fantasy scene for a movie. He had to congratulate himself on this brilliant scheme.
“So where is this husband of yours?” Gloria asked.
“Since it’s his birthday he’s playing golf today. He won’t be home for another hour or so.”
There was an awkward silence before Ewa spoke again. “Miss Breck-…um… Gloria, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”
“Yes, Ewa?”
Ewa struggled to get the right words out. “I think…you are…very beautiful!”
“Thank you, Ewa!” Gloria said brightly.
“I have a very big favor to ask of you.”
“What is it?”
Ewa pretended to be very nervous. “Since it is my husband’s birthday today, I promised him a very special surprise. What would you think of all three of us making love together?”
“You mean a threesome?”
“Yes. I will understand if you say no…”
“It sounds fun!” Gloria exclaimed. It actually did sound fun and exciting at that moment.
“Really! Oh, that is wonderful!”
“So what should we do until he gets here? I’m horny already just thinking about it!”
“Me too!” Ewa said.
As in typical adult movie fashion, the two women could not keep their desires contained any longer. They clenched in a warm embrace, tongue-kissing one another. Their hands touched the other tentatively at first, and then roamed to more intimate places as their passion heated up. The arousal was partly due to their deep-seated natural attraction to one another, but it was enhanced even more by Dr. X’s mind control. Freedom Chick, dressed in her mini-dress, took control of her on-screen lover and pushed her “student” Ewa back on the bed so she could gain access to her most private and sensitive of areas.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! Gloria!” Ewa sighed when Gloria’s hand slipped up her dress and dove inside her panties while the cameras caught every movement. Dr. X looked on quite pleased as he realized there was no need to give any verbal directions. He glanced over at Arnie Roth, who winked and gave him the thumbs up from his place behind the camera. This was almost worth losing all the footage he had shot earlier. Even the rest of the crew was getting into the action, watching Gloria and Ewa. Johnny Dark was especially pleased with the proceedings, sitting comfortably in his chair, gazing at two beautiful women in the throes of Sapphic love while the buxom blonde Nurse Honey was on her knees nursing his erection.
Soon Gloria had Ewa writhing and moaning on the bed, and they peeled each other’s clothes off. Ewa wore nothing but her strappy heels while Gloria had on only her lace-up thong sandals and her neck choker. Once the barriers were out of the way, Freedom Chick nibbled and suckled Ewa’s pert young breasts until the tips were ripe and pink. Then she pushed Ewa back onto the bed, spread her legs apart and dove between her legs to taste the moist slit of her blonde tuft.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!” Ewa moaned loudly. Ratso watched with headphones on while the needle on his sound meter flew back and forth with every slurp, lick, gasp and sigh. Meanwhile, Benny the lighting man was playing a rousing game of pocket pool. Minutes flew by and Ewa emitted a high-pitched scream from her first climax induced by Gloria’s expert oral acrobatics. Ewa shivered for a full minute before she began to come down from her orgasmic high.
“My turn,” Freedom Chick sighed, rising up to her knees. She shifted Ewa around and pulled her head forward to bury it in between her legs. Then she arced her body backwards and leaned back on one hand, guiding Ewa’s head up and down in her crotch. Gloria gasped when Ewa buried her tongue in her juicy bush. The muscles and limbs of the heroine’s sleek body tensed. All the men in the room marveled at how her chest and pelvic area contrasted with the rest of her bronzed body by the tan lines outlining those areas. Freedom Chick’s body was even enhanced by the creamy white complexion of her teenage lover. They were a sight to behold thrashing around on the bed.
It was almost enough to cause Johnny Dark to explode in Nurse Honey’s mouth if not for the expert muscle control he had over his penis, which made him one of the best in the business. He was able to fully enjoy the pleasures of Nurse Honey’s oral techniques while he enjoyed the show. But he could only watch so much before he finally got the urge to join in. He signaled Dr. X he was ready.
Dr. X saw that both Gloria and Ewa were far too into their roles and didn’t want to interrupt their enthusiastic lovemaking. He instructed Johnny to take his place off camera and then make his entrance while they continued rolling. Johnny stepped out of the room and took his place while Once Arnie made sure a second camera was set up to capture all the action, Johnny was given the go ahead to begin his part.
“Honey, I’m home!” Johnny was heard off camera.
Ewa paused from her enthusiastic cunnilingus and called out. “In here sweetheart!”
Johnny Dark walked into the bedroom and did a good job of acting surprised at seeing his “wife” in bed with another woman, a hot woman as a matter of fact. “Wow! What’s going on here?”
“Happy birthday sweetheart. Remember I promised you a big surprise when you got back?”
Without taking his off the demure Gloria Breckinridge, Johnny said, “Is this for real?”
“Come on and join us, honey!” Ewa beckoned to her “husband”. She reached out to take his hand and pulled him onto the huge bed. Once there Ewa told him, “Sweetheart, this my English class instructor, Miss Breckinridge.”
“Call me Gloria,” Freedom Chick said with a sexy tone of voice.
“Hi Gloria, I’m Johnny.”
“Pleased to meet you Johnny,” Gloria purred.
Johnny grinned, getting a full close up view of her firm tits. “The pleasure is all mine.”
“Lie back and relax sweetheart,” Ewa told him. “We are going to take extra good care of you. And since it’s your birthday, you might get a spanking too.”
Dr. X and Arnie looked at each other and smirked. Each knew exactly what the other was thinking. They turned back and watched as Gloria and Ewa removed Johnny’s golf shoes, socks, shirt and slacks. One he was in the buff, they pushed him back on the bed and went to town on him. Ewa pushed her little ripe breasts in his face so he could nibble on them while Gloria moved toward his lap and jerked him off for the camera before she puckered her full lips and took the head of his cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.
Freedom Chick, oblivious of her sexual preferences for pretty young girls, seemed to revel in the act of going down on the macho Johnny Dark. ‘Ohmigod,’ she thought. ‘He’s like a god and his dick and balls are so big! I don’t know if I can get it all in my mouth but I’m going to die trying.’
Johnny groaned with pleasure when Gloria plunged her mouth on his shaft, taking as much of it in her warm mouth as possible with a few inches to spare. She held his ball sack with one hand and the base of his tool with the other, closing her eyes to concentrate on giving him as much oral pleasure as possible. She couldn’t get over how good tasted and her mouth salivated even more.
Ewa tongue-kissed her “husband” and occasionally broke away to look down at Gloria sucking Johnny’s huge cock. It was turning her on so much that she reached for Johnny’s hand to jam it between her legs. Johnny fingered the eager teen until she was squealing and squirming in his grip. With his other hand he fondled her tits and pinched her nipples. He had never been with two actresses who were so into their roles. Usually the porn actresses he worked with were hard and jaded and it took more to get them worked up. But with these two, it seemed like they couldn’t get enough of him. Whatever this friend of Arnie’s Dr. Jones had done to them, it was working like a charm. He hardly had to do any work except enjoy the lavish attention of these two hot chicks.
Now Ewa was working down to his loins and along with Gloria, the two of them double-teamed Johnny’s erection with a slathering tongue bath, including his balls. They were doing such a number on him, that his toes curled up and he had to concentrate extra hard not to climax right away. At times, Ewa and Gloria would stop their sucking and licking to gift each other with wet slurping kisses. Every male in the room was hard now and even Ginger was fanning herself.
Their natural instincts took over and the trio began to move and undulate all over the bed. Johnny mounted one and then the other and then back again. Over and over again, the sex stud ordered his eager and pliable playmates into whatever impossible position and carnal act that came to his sordid imagination. They were practically sex slaves, never refusing any degrading request. He pumped Ewa doggie-style while her head was buried between Gloria’s long legs. He jerked off while watching them bump and grind their soaked cunts. He tit-fucked Gloria while he held Ewa upside down with his face pressed in her muff.
After more acrobatics, Johnny told Gloria, “All right, baby, it’s time to blow out Johnny’s birthday candle. He stood on the bed, clenching Gloria by the hair to guide her mouth onto his cock. While she was on her knees gulping down his cock, Johnny ordered her to hold her feet up in the air with both hands behind her back. Meanwhile Ewa was happily licking his asshole. As time went on the acts became more and more daring and perverted. Each sexual congress was performed in a variety of ways and even more invented by the threesome. Dr. X and Arnie Roth knew they were going to have a masterpiece on their hands. And this was just for the American audience. Next would be a little something more dark and hardcore for the underground porno scene.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHH!” Freedom Chick screamed as Johnny reamed her from behind. The macho stud was ramming away full bore while Ewa was underneath, nibbling and licking Gloria’s sopping wet pussy in a sixty-nine position. This was the most intense sex she had ever experienced, and she responded by bucking her ass hard to meet Johnny’s thrusts, begging him, “FUCK ME! FUCK ME! HARDER! AAAAAAAAAAW GAWWWWD! HARDER!”
“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Johnny groaned, his body tensing up as he ripped into Freedom Chick. Gloria could feel his orgasm building up and her own arousal built up to a crescendo until all three were wracked with climactic spasms. Slick with perspiration, the trio writhed until they simultaneously burst with fury.
Gloria’s ass was pumping and milking Johnny’s tool, every muscle in her body taut with sexual tension until it was released in a flood of electric impulses to her head. Every nerve of her body seemed raw and open. She could feel Johnny’s load pumped inside her until he pulled out and squirted the rest all over her back. She turned to see the thick ropes spurting and caught some of it in her face. She opened her mouth to capture some of the sticky goo on her tongue.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH! GLORIA!” Ewa screamed out underneath the heroine. Freedom Chick responded by ramming her tongue and cum-stained face into Ewa’s quivering pussy. Ewa’s tender body quivered with multiple climaxes causing Gloria to seize up with another orgasm of her own.
After Johnny Dark spilled the last of his seed, he exhaled loudly and collapsed between Gloria and Ewa. The crew looked on in rapt amazement at the sweaty exhausted mass of bodies without saying a word until Dr. X finally remembered to say, “Cut!”
The devious villain looked at his watch. Perfect. He had just enough time to get Freedom Chick and Ewa ready before the mind control drug wore off. All he had to do was look at Nurse Honey to signal his assistant. Their mortal foe and her lover were ready to be taken back to their new lair for part two of their new production starring the star-spangled heroine and her sexy sidekick. Nurse Honey was practically licking her chops at the chance to get her hands on Gloria once again.
“Miss Smith, would you be so kind as to take Ewa and Miss Breckinridge to freshen up a bit?” Dr. X suggested.
“Yes, Dr. Jones,” Nurse Honey replied with a wink, keeping up their phony identities for Arnie’s film crew, who were clueless to the true plans of the arch criminals. The Amazon blonde reached down and lifted Freedom Chick by the wrists and slung her over one shoulder. Then she grabbed Ewa around the tiny waist and lifted her easily. She carried their limp bodies out of the room while the others began wrapping up and congratulating each other on a job well done. Nearly two hours of raw sex footage of the famous Freedom Chick was in the can, ready to be edited and packaged for San Francisco’s perverted purveyors of porn.
“Looks like we have a masterpiece on our hands, Dr. Jones,” Arnie giggled with glee.
“Yes, indeed Mr. Roth. How soon can you have the final product ready?”
“Give me a couple of days. Right now we should go out and celebrate with a wrap party. On me.”
“That’s very kind of you, Mr. Roth, but I must decline your invitation. I have more…pressing matters.”
“Sure, I understand.” Arnie said with a wink, and then lowered his voice to a whisper. “Are you sure that drug you slipped to all my crew before we started is working? So they won’t remember a thing about earlier when that bimbo came busting in here and tearing up my place?”
“I’m certain of it. Not to worry. As far as they’re concerned, that event never happened. And after the drug wears off in a few hours, all they’ll remember is that the secretly kinky Freedom Chick showed up out of the blue and surprised us with a daring acting performance.”
“You’re a genius, Dr. Jones!” Arnie exclaimed. Then he whispered again, “Hey, uh, do you have anything I can slip to Ginger that will make her horny for me? I’ve been dying to get into her skirt for months and she won’t have any part of me. The only reason I put up with it is because of those tits and ass.”
“I’ll tell you what,” Dr. X leaned over conspiratorially. “If you get that film into a finished product for me to look at by tomorrow, I’ll see if I can whip up something special just for you.”
Arnie glanced over at the cute Ginger in her cut-off short shorts and tie-died T-shirt as she bent over to pick up some piece of equipment. He grinned and said, “You got yourself a deal.”
Later that evening, Dr. X departed Arnie Roth’s home after he said his last goodbyes to the crew. He found Nurse Honey waiting for him by their car and asked her, “Is everything ready to go?”
His lovely protégé smiled and beckoned the villain to the rear of the vehicle. She opened the trunk and revealed the contents to Dr. X, who smiled like someone discovering the contents of a treasure chest. Lying side by side in the trunk of the sedan, Freedom Chick and Ewa were neatly packed into custom-made black rubber bags that zipped up one side. Only their heads were visible, and both of them were giving Dr. X and Nurse Honey the most outraged of looks.
“UMMMMMMBBBBBBBLLLM! ERUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMPH!” was all the pair could manage. Both their mouths were sealed tight with a thick strip of vinyl tape. They were squirming and struggling, but there was absolutely no way they would escape their imprisonment. Inside the rubber sheaths, their arms had been pulled back and cinched behind their backs at the wrists and elbows with nylon rope, and their legs had been tied off securely at the ankles, knees and thighs. The shiny rubber material clung to each body like a jealous lover and created a sleek body outline of their sensuous form.
“I take it the drug has worn off and they’re fully aware of their perilous situation?” Dr. X inquired.
“Oh, yes, I’m very certain of that,” Nurse Honey assured him. Then she added, “The look on their faces is priceless, don’t you think?”
“Indeed!” Dr. X replied, fully pleased with Nurse Honey bondage handiwork. What would he do without her? Seeing Freedom Chick and Ewa bound and helpless in his trunk and thinking about the proper reward for his accomplice made his crotch tingle. Perhaps he would let Nurse Honey have the little one to play with. But certainly, Freedom Chick would be his alone once they arrived back at their lair. He leaned close until he was face to face with the furious heroine. “How does it feel to know that I’ve defeated and captured you yet again, Freedom Chick?”
“UUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNMMMMFFFFFFF!” Freedom Chick responded.
Dr. X and Nurse Honey both laughed haughtily as the heroine’s useless protests. Then Dr. X turned to his assistant. “I think a nice dose of gas is in order to make their ride more comfortable, don’t you think?”
“But there’s no chance of them escaping the body bags,” Nurse Honey said. “I made sure every rope knot was tight and double tied.”
“Of course! But you know how great fun it is to see them succumb to the vapor, don’t you?”
Nurse Honey’s eyes sparkled with evil intent and she giggled while she uncovered a cylinder of ether mounted behind the trunk space. Dr. X retrieved a plastic facemask connected with a tube to the ether container. He placed it over Ewa’s face first so he could watch Freedom Chick’s reaction to seeing her lover knocked out by the ether. When he turned the valve to release the fumes, Ewa turned her head right and left, but there was little she could do but breath in the gas. Her excitement caused it to react that much faster, and soon her eyelids began to drop slower and slower until they closed completely. Ewa uttered a sleepy sigh and went still.
When it was her turn, Gloria tried her best to resist, but in her trussed and sheathed position, there was nothing she could do to prevent her hated enemy from putting the mask over her nose. What angered her even more was when Dr. X began groping her breasts through the rubber body bag while she tried to hold her breath. She turned pink, then red, and finally gave in to breathing when she realized she would have to inhale sooner or later. As her breasts heaved and nostrils flared, the ether sapped her senses and she fell into a delirious haze, slurring her muffled curses and trying to keep her eyes open…but they were…too… heavy…
“UMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm….” Freedom Chick moaned into unconsciousness.
The villain told her, “Pleasant dreams, Freedom Chick. They’ll be the last ones you’ll ever have. After that you will have nothing but nightmares.”
Nurse Honey laughed and covered the pair with a blanket, then slammed the insulated trunk, silencing the last of Gloria’s moan and Ewa’s sleepy whimper. The devious doctor and his evil nurse climbed into the car and sped off into the night back to San Francisco.
San Francisco – Wharf District
It was after midnight when Gloria Breckinridge awoke from her ether-induced slumber. She moaned softly as her drowsy condition slowly ebbed away, a thin line of drool seeping from the corner of her mouth, which was filled to maximum capacity by a large blue rubber ball gag. The heroine tried to remember what had happened to her. There were vague memories of being in a vulnerable and weakened state of mind coming off the last effects of a hypnotic serum. Freedom Chick had been captured and trussed up by that twisted assistant of her arch nemesis, Dr. X. Before she could react and resist, Nurse Honey had tied her up and placed her and her teenage lover Ewa in constricting rubber body bags that allowed only the tiniest of bodily movements. The last thing she remembered was being placed in the trunk of a car and a gloating Dr. X putting her under with some sort of gasmask.
Now she had to determine exactly where she was and what kind of danger she was in. It didn’t look good. She was in the middle of a spacious room with a light shining in her face. The first thing she noticed was how sore her shoulders were. Straining to look up, she saw that her wrists were secured with tight metal cuffs. In turn, the cuffs were connected to a single chain, which suspended her arms straight above her head. She could see that the chain was attached to a pulley mounted from the high ceiling. She noticed that her ankles had been cuffed as well and attached to links bolted onto a foot-high elevated round platform so that her legs were spread wide apart. Whoever adjusted her suspended position with the pulley had made certain that she was pulled taut enough so that not even the toes of her boots touched the surface of the platform. It was extremely uncomfortable. No matter how hard she struggled and squirmed to adjust her position, nothing worked. All she managed was jolting pain to her wrists and shoulders.
Surprisingly, she had been re-dressed in her Freedom Chick costume. It was a minor relief to find that she wasn’t naked, as was so often the case in situations like this but she would take little solace in that fact. She didn’t want to guess what sort of perverted acts Dr. X would have in store for her either. But Gloria had little time to worry about herself. Her main concern now was Ewa. What had that psychopath and his bitch done with her? It made her shiver to even think about it.
After her eyes adjusted to the light in her face, she glanced around and could see that the room was large and spacious with a high ceiling. The smooth floor was sloped from one end to the other. She noticed a huge pile of red velvet-covered chairs jammed in one corner and scaffolding all along the peeling art deco style walls, which were covered with moisture-stained murals. A drop of water plopped intermittently in a puddle near her feet from a waterlogged spot on the ceiling. The light in her face seemed to be coming from a spotlight just above a balcony rail on the end of the room she was facing. There was the unmistakable aroma of sticky soft drink spills and stale popcorn in the room. It didn’t take much more to figure out she was in an old fashioned movie theater that looked like it was in the middle of a major renovation project. She strained and managed to look over her shoulder to see huge velvet floor to ceiling curtains pulled back to reveal the immense scrim of the movie projection screen, stained and torn in places from years of neglect.
“Welcome to my theater of the absurd, Freedom Chick!” echoed a voice in the cavernous theater.
Freedom Chick’s gaze shifted back toward the balcony, where she saw Dr. X dressed in a natty tuxedo with tails, a shiny top hat, white gloves, and a silk cape, holding a cane jauntily in one hand. Standing next to him in a shimmering gold lame evening gown with a plunging neckline that accentuated her generous mounds of cleavage stood Nurse Honey. Around her shoulders she wore a white fur stole and a glittering diamond necklace and earrings to accessorize her décolletage. Gloria put two and two together and figured out the pair were obviously putting on the airs of an old-fashioned Hollywood couple out for a night on the town or some movie premiere.
“Tonight we have scheduled a double bill and you will be the featured attraction. But first let me apologize for the less than perfect condition of my theater. As you can see we still have a few things to touch up here. Nevertheless, I hope you’ll look past all that and appreciate what we have in store for you. So… without further ado, let me introduce you to the first half of our double bill.”
Dr. X turned to his glamorous assistant and said, “Nurse Honey, if you’ll please do the honors.”
Nurse Honey shimmied and pouted like some Marilyn Monroe knock-off. She picked up a control box from the balcony rail and flipped a switch. Freedom Chick felt a jolt and looked down at the platform where her ankles were attached and saw it begin to turn in a clockwise motion. Likewise, Gloria’s body began to swivel around until her position had rotated 180 degrees. Now she was facing the projection screen. The heroine watched curiously as something began to rise out of the floor at the base of the screen in front of her. She saw a huge row of pipes lined up and arranged in an arch. Only when the entire thing had elevated completely did she recognize it as an antique pipe organ, the kind used to play the scores of silent films when they were shown onscreen.
But this particular organ had been modified, and Freedom Chick’s eyes grew wider when she noticed the one unusual detail about it. Just above the rows of pedals, organ keys and pull bars, the head of a person was sticking out of an opening at the top. It was Ewa!
Her lover appeared in a daze, with her sleepy blue eyes rolling around under lids that opened and closed lazily. Instinctively, Gloria tugged and yanked at her cuffs, wanting desperately to free Ewa from whatever devious trap Dr. X had put her in.
Dr. X and Nurse Honey took their time coming down the spiral staircase to the main floor of the theater. They both enjoyed watching Freedom Chick struggle in her suspended bondage when she saw her lover in trouble. When they both finally strolled up and stood next to the heroine, she was shaking with perspiration, her nostrils flaring from breathing hard through her nose since her mouth was plugged with the huge ball gag.
“I suppose you’re wondering what Ewa is doing inside my organ,” Dr. X said, standing in front of Freedom Chick. He used his cane to prod her on the thigh to get her full attention. “As you may or may not know I am a great lover of films. I was inspired by one particular science fiction film starring Jane Fonda as the space adventurer Barbarella. The villain Duran Duran put her inside a sort of excessive machine and attempted to kill the heroine with pleasure. Alas her libido was too much for the machine and it exploded. Suffice to say that will not be the case here. Here, let me demonstrate.”
Freedom Chick watched anxiously as Dr. X sat on the bench before the organ. He set his cane aside and wiggled his gloved fingers. Then he used his right index finger to hit a single key. A “C” note blared from the organ pipes, and Ewa’s expression came alive. She uttered a loud open-mouthed gasp and winced. Dr. X turned around and looked at Freedom Chick, grinning with delight. Then he did it again, hitting a different key this time.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!” Ewa moaned loudly. Inside the organ, she was being stimulated with dildos inside her pussy and anus, rubber clips on her nipples and clitoris along with electrodes attached to almost every other part of her body so that each musical note created a different but highly arousing sensation. Dr. X began to demonstrate his demented instrument of sexual torture further by playing an intricate series of notes. Within seconds, Ewa was thrashing and moaning inside the organ. It didn’t take long before she succumbed to a shattering orgasm and let out a high-pitched squeal of ecstasy.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Gloria couldn’t stand seeing what was happening to poor young Ewa. Being forced to climax by this monstrous invention of Dr. X was too much for her to bear. She was livid, straining at her bondage cuffs, clenching her jaw and biting hard on the ball gag jammed in her mouth, ignoring the stabbing pain in her joints. She hardly noticed that Nurse Honey was eyeing her like a predator about to pounce on its prey.
“Isn’t she incredible the way she grunts and squeals?” Dr. X taunted the heroine. “Just look at her. She’s already exhausted and that’s only the first one! Can you imagine what kind of condition she’s going to be in after several more orgasms?”
“MMMMBBBLLLLLMMMMMMMNNNNN!” Freedom Chick moaned, trying to communicate with her eyes to Dr. X.
“Oh, did you want to say something?” Dr. X asked. “Nurse Honey, remove her gag.”
Nurse Honey was less than gentle when she unbuckled the ball gag harness. Gloria winced when it was pulled from between her aching jaws. “Damn you, Dr. X. She’s innocent! Leave her alone! It’s me you want. Put me in there and let her go you bastard!”
“Oh, but what fun would that be? Besides, it’s my duty as a villain to hurt you in as many ways as possible. What better way to start with than to make you watch the one you love turn to mush from pleasure right before your naked steaming eyes?”
Gloria was at her wits end. She detested the thought of pleading and begging this sick monster, but she was desperate to save Ewa. “I’ll do anything you want. Just please let her go. She doesn’t deserve this.”
“You’ll do anything I want?”
“Yes!”
“You would become my sex slave?”
“Yes!”
“You’d get on your knees and worship my manhood and beg to pleasure me?”
Freedom Chick felt bile rising in her throat but she choked it down. She murmured softly, “Yes.”
“What was that?”
“I said “yes”!” Freedom Chick hissed.
“Yes what?”
“I’ll become your sex slave and get on my knees.”
“And?”
This was infuriating! Why did she have to repeat it? Red-faced with shame, she told responded, “I’ll… worship your…manhood and…beg to pleasure you.”
Dr. X chuckled and looked at his assistant. “Did you hear that Nurse Honey? San Francisco’s most enlightened feminist and premier defender of women is now agreeing to bow before me, a man, and beg to suck my cock. Do you think she’s really sincere?”
Nurse Honey nodded and laughed haughtily. “I think this slut would do anything to save her little cunt of a girlfriend.”
Dr. X stood face to face with Freedom Chick and sneered, “That’s sounds like a nice agreement, but I’ll have to sleep on it. In the mean time, enjoy the feature.”
“NO!” Freedom Chick screamed. She watched as Dr. X turned to the organ and turned a lever that put the organ on an automatic setting to play by itself. The pipes vibrated and organ notes began to echo through the cavernous theater. The bastard! Gloria thought. He was just toying with me!
“You recognize this piece, don’t you, Freedom Chick?” Dr. X asked the stunned heroine. “Captain Nemo performed it on his submarine The Nautilus in 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.” Dr. X informed the heroine.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO! You son of a bitch!! I’LL KILL YOU!! I’LL…MMMBBLLMMMFFF!”
Freedom Chick’s never realized Nurse Honey was just waiting for the opportunity to gag her mouth once again. Once the harness was secured and cinched extra tight, Nurse Honey stood back and took Dr. X by the arm. The two of them walked toward the rear exit door to leave their helpless captives to their exquisite torture and suffering.
“If you’ll excuse us, we have a private soiree to attend. But don’t fret, Freedom Chick, we’ll be back soon. By the way, the organ is on a loop so it will play over and over and over again. My goodness, by morning your dear Ewa will be in quite a state won’t she? And I promise that we’ll sleep on your offer and have an answer when we return. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!”
Freedom Chick heard the door close and knew the demented duo had left for good. As hard as she yanked and strained at her cuffs, the restraints had no give at all and she only managed to intensify the pain in her shoulders and wrists. There was hardly any chance that a passerby would hear the organ or Ewa’s orgasmic screams. Movie theaters were likely to be heavily insulated to keep any sound from escaping. And knowing this theater was abandoned; Gloria guessed it was located in a part of the city where it would be pretty much ignored. She sighed in defeat. Never had she felt so utterly helpless and defeated. As she watched Ewa succumb to another orgasm, a tear ran down her cheek. Like the black and white movie serials of old, they were the ultimate heroines in peril, but in this cliffhanger, there was no hope for escape.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!” Ewa screamed out in ecstasy, her mind doped with Dr. X’s euphoric drug mixture and her body ravaged again and again by the organ’s erotic stimulation. Gloria looked on helplessly, still struggling in vain to free herself. As long as she had an ounce of strength left in her body, she would not give up to save poor Ewa. After an hour of twisting and straining, Freedom Chick was covered in perspiration, every muscle in her body burning and sore. Finally she passed out in utter exhaustion, and the last sound she heard was the screams and moans of her lover.
“UUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmnnn,” Freedom Chick moaned as she regained consciousness again. After she shook the cobwebs out of her head, the first thing she realized was that everything was quiet. Ewa was no longer before her, squealing and suffering from the repeated forced orgasms of Dr. X’s deviant machine. She was on her back with her head propped up slightly. When she tried to get up, she found that her entire body was strapped down tight to something smooth. Typical of Dr. X’s sadistic flare, her arms were pinned painfully underneath the small of her back and trussed tight at the elbows and wrists. She turned her from side to side to see what it was but all she could tell was that it was something large with a slightly curved surface. What puzzled her was that the ceiling of the room she was in was only a few feet from her face. Whatever she was strapped to, it had her elevated near the top of the enclosed room.
“Ummmmfff,” came a noise. Freedom Chick strained to turn her head nearly upside down to see that Ewa was apparently strapped down as well with her body turned in the opposite direction. In the dim room, Gloria could barely make out that Ewa’s mouth was clamped shut with a thick strap similar to her own and her head was nodding sleepily from side to side. The only good thing that the heroine could glean from this situation was that Ewa had survived her ordeal with the organ.
Freedom Chick surmised that sometime during the night, she and Ewa were released from their trap and then trussed up together inside this small room, mounted atop some unknown object. It was infuriating not being able to escape one bondage trap after another. But escape she would, Gloria vowed silently. Then she would show Dr. X and his wench the true meaning of the word “pain.” But right now freedom would not come for the heroine. The straps were taut and unmovable.
Suddenly daylight filled the room when a pair of double doors were opened at one end of the room. Freedom Chick heard footsteps and then metallic sounds. Out of the corner of her eye the head of Dr. X appeared over the edge of whatever she was strapped to.
“Rise and shine, Freedom Chick. It’s another glorious California morning!” Dr. X greeted her with a mischievous grin on his face. “I imagine you’re wondering what in the world has happened since last evening. Well, imagine my surprise when we returned and found you out like a light while your sweet young lover was still thrashing about inside my sex organ. I don’t blame you one bit. You looked terribly exhausted so I gave you a little something to knock you out for good while Nurse Honey and I moved you to this location. So, where are we, you ask? We’re inside a seldom-used trolley house at the top of Hill Street. If you pick your head up a bit, you just might be able to make out the street as it slopes for one half mile all the way down to the Central Business District. You and your dear Ewa are strapped snugly atop a trolley that I’ve named “The Dr. X Express.” I toyed with the idea of tying Ewa to the tracks but I thought that was a bit too clichéd.”
Gloria’s eyes lit up at the startling realization of Dr. X’s plan. He was going to set the trolley rolling down the steep slope with her and Ewa strapped to it, and when it reached the bottom they would surely crash right into the middle of morning rush hour traffic, and that’s only if they weren’t broad sided by any cross traffic at the intersections before they reached the bottom.
“UUUUMMMMMPPPPPPFFFFFFFFF!” Freedom Chick uttered in muffled protest as her body tensed and strained against the unforgiving straps.
“Well, I can see you’re all excited about your impending trip so I won’t keep you any longer,” Dr. X taunted the heroine. He gave her breasts one last good fondling before he told her, “Have a nice trip Freedom Chick.”
Gloria snarled at Dr. X when he giggled at her. The villain disappeared down the side of the trolley and Freedom Chick tensed when she heard shuffling around and then the metallic sounds of the start and release mechanisms inside the trolley house. There was a sudden jolt and then slowly, the trolley began to move. It didn’t take long before it rolled out of the trolley house and Freedom Chick squinted as the morning light hit her eyes. Her adrenaline was pumping now as she strained to look down the street. The view of the steep slope gave her a dizzying feeling of vertigo. She strained her head around to see if Ewa was aware of what was happening. The young teen only seemed delirious. Gloria was grateful at least that her lover would not fully realize the danger of their situation. In a panic now with her heart pumping a mile a minute, the heroine strained against her straps with every ounce of her remaining strength. She was not about to go out without a fight.
The trolley slowly picked up speed. Obviously there was nothing to slow the trolley and Dr. X had made certain the brake handle was disabled. Freedom Chick squirmed her body from side to side, trying in vain to find any give in the straps. As the trolley picked up speed, Gloria screamed into the strap over her mouth.
A few blocks away, a bright blue VW van rumbled down the street belching smoke. Starr and her girlfriend Dana were out for an early morning drive to the beach but the girls looked at each other with concern over the condition of their van, which kept backfiring as they drove down the street.
Down the way, inside a San Francisco Police squad car parked along the curb, officers Nicholson and O’Brien were enjoying their morning ritual of donuts and coffee. A loud bang issued forth as the VW van passed them on the left and the two officers jumped in fright, spilling hot coffee on their laps.
“Holy shit!” one yelled out.
The other exclaimed angrily. “What in the flying fuck…?”
“Look! It’s those two bitches we pulled over the other day when that Freedom Chick bitch showed up!”
Nicholson’s eyes narrowed behind his mirrored aviator glasses. His fingers edged up tenderly to touch the bandage on his broken nose. Hard core anger built up inside him like a volcano. He gritted his teeth, keyed the ignition, flipped on his siren and lights, and put the pedal to the floor, skidding out into the street after the van, smoking his tires as he did so.
“Oh, shit! It’s the cops again!” Dana moaned. She remembered the bad feeling she had when she checked her star charts and horoscope that morning.
Starr froze up in a panic when she checked her rearview mirror and recognized the cops behind her. The pair that tried to rape her and Dana before Freedom Chick saved the day. Steeling her nerves, she decided she wasn’t about to go through that again, and floored the gas pedal. The VW van, already straining its meager horsepower, groaned in resistance and decided cough up its last reserve of steam and conked out completely. Dana stomped on the gas but nothing happened. Smoke started to pour out of the rear engine panel as the van rolled down the street without the engine running only because it was on a slight incline.
“Dana! Lookout, a stop sign!”
Dana, too busy eyeing her rearview mirror to see the cop car right on her rear bumper, looked up and slammed on her brake as the van blew right through the intersection of Hill street. The trolley rolling down Hill Street missed her van by inches and instead slammed into the driver’s side door of the police cruiser, crumpling the sedan into a V-shape. Both Nicholson and O’Brien screamed at the sudden impact, both stunned that all of a sudden the world was flying by sideways while glass filled the air before their eyes. The front of the trolley locked into the bent metal of the squad car, and like a train’s cow catcher, shoveled it along Hill Street, tires screaming and smoking, sparks flying from the bumper hanging from the rear of the sedan.
The momentum and force of the crash jarred the trolley off the metal tracks and it began a slow arch to the right, driving the squad car into more cars parked along the street with Nicholson and O’Brien still screaming inside. The trolley and cruiser slammed forward into a large moving truck, shearing the hood of the cop car a fraction of a second after the two officers ducked down into their seats. The trolley tilted sideways and with a loud groan, took all of four seconds to slam down on its side, scraping the pavement and in the process shearing the thick straps along the side of the trolley. Everything finally came to a screaming halt after the trolley jammed the police car under the rear of the moving truck, trapping Nicholson and O’Brien inside pressed together like the contents of a sandwich.
Freedom Chick, having braced herself for the crash and hanging off the trolley sideways, felt a sudden give in the straps. In a rush of excitement at her chance of escape, she twisted and squirmed out of her bonds and dropped to the pavement. The first thing she did was rush to Ewa to make sure her lover was not hurt.
Ewa moaned softly, slightly bruised from the impact, while Gloria kneeled close, unable to move her because her arms were still trussed behind her back. Just then Starr and Dana came driving up in their VW to check the aftermath of the crash.
“Freedom Chick! Are you all right?” Dana called out as she and Starr climbed out of the van.
“I’m all right. It’s my friend I’m worried about. Untie me!” Freedom Chick said looking up, puzzled by the sudden appearance of the two young hippie girls. She recognized them as the ones she rescued from the rapist cops. “Aren’t you two the ones from the other day?”
“Yes, that’s us, and now its time for us to pay you back,” Starr said, scrambling to undo the knots of the ropes on Freedom Chick’s elbows and wrists. Meanwhile Dana released Ewa from the straps and laid her carefully on the sidewalk. “Oh, my God, is she all right?”
“I think she’s in shock,” Gloria said, flexing her raw elbows and wrists. “She needs to get to a doctor.”
“Who did this to you?” Starr asked.
Gloria’s mind suddenly snapped to the memory of Dr. X. She was so busy worrying about Ewa that she forgot all about him. “Someone who is going to get some pay back, Freedom Chick style.”
Starr and Dana glanced at each other.
“Can you girls make sure my friend Ewa gets to the Women’s Free Clinic on Bleeker Street? Ask for Joan. All you have to do is tell her Freedom Chick sent you. I have some urgent business to take care of.”
“Don’t worry about a thing, Freedom Chick. It’s the least we can do.”
“Thanks, ladies,” Gloria said, gifting the pair with a tired smile. Then she took off up Hill Street towards the trolley house. When she reached it, gasping for breath from the upward three-block run, she found what she expected. No sign of Dr. X or Nurse Honey. There was only one place they would go. Back to Arnie Roth’s home.
A Hell’s Angel zoomed by on his Harley at that moment and did a double take when he saw Freedom Chick standing on the sidewalk in front of the open doors of the trolley house. She was a stunning vision in her leather Go-Go boots, tight white hot pants and red white and blue billowy-sleeved halter-top with plunging neckline exposing her tanned cleavage. She looked like a damsel in distress and he slowed to bring his hog around to see if there was anything he could do to help, and just maybe get a piece of pussy in the bargain.
“Hey baby, need a ride?” growled the biker with a grin full of missing teeth.
“I need your chopper,” Freedom Chick in no uncertain terms.
The Hell’s Angel looked at her and then laughed out loud. “Are you fucking kidding me? Nobody rides my hog. And even if I let you, I don’t think you could handle my sweet bitch.”
Freedom Chick shook her head and sighed. She didn’t have time for this. With one swift motion, she grabbed the burly biker by his neck and his belt and threw him off the bike, sending him sprawling across the pavement. Before he could scramble to his feet, Freedom Chick was on the chopper and speeding off down the street with an ear-slitting rumble.
Fueled by rage and the need for retribution, Freedom Chick wound her way through the streets of San Francisco and out onto the Malibu Highway, gunning the chopper as fast as it would possibly go, weaving in and out of traffic and ignoring the blare of car horns as she screamed toward her destination. Running though her mind were thoughts of all the pain and suffering she would inflict on Dr. X and his accomplice Nurse Honey, as well as that perverted flesh peddler Arnie Roth. Before she knew it, she had come upon the sedan driven by Nurse Honey with Dr. X in the passenger side. Giving the hog a burst of fuel, she pulled along side and the passenger side and sneered at Dr. X, who looked fearful for once.
“Good heavens! It’s her. Run her off the road!”
Nurse Honey, outraged by Freedom Cheek’s pursuit, swerved toward the heroine in an attempt to run her down. But Gloria, an expert at maneuvering powerful motorcycles, easily dodged the car. Continuing along the curving highway, it was a game of cat and mouse as Freedom Chick and Nurse Honey sped up and slowed, swerved and weaved, blowing past other vehicles and dodging the startled drivers of oncoming traffic.
Within a mile of Arnie Roth’s beach side home just off the highway, Freedom Chick was taken with a bold idea. She maneuvered her chopper alongside the sedan and taunted Nurse Honey with an obscene gesture. When Nurse Honey attempted to run her off the road, Gloria popped a wheelie and tilted the metal beats, ramming her front tire and forks into the driver’s side window, locking the chopper up into the car with the rear wheel still rolling on the pavement. Nurse Honey, stunned by sudden intrusion of her space, screamed when she lost control of the wheel. Her scream ended abruptly when Freedom Chick’s fist came flying through the window and into her jaw, cold cocking her out of commission.
Freedom Chick, with one hand gripping the handlebars of the chopper, used her other to steer the car straight toward the front door of Arnie Roth’s house. At the last second, she jumped off and rolled while the car sped on, carried by its momentum. Gloria looked up in time to see the car smash into the house like a wrecking ball on impact. Once it disappeared, all she heard was glass breaking and walls shattering, followed by a scream and finally a splash.
Sore and bruised by her rolling tumble, Freedom Chick got up and staggered into the gaping hole in front of the house and weaved her way through the path of destruction until she came out the rear of the house onto the pool deck. She had to grin when she saw the rear of the car upended out of the pool with debris floating all around and scattered across the deck.
Gloria walked over and saw Dr. X and Nurse Honey, both unconscious and up to their necks in water. If they hadn’t worn their seat belts, they surely would have gone though the windshield. Pity, she thought.
“HELP!” came a scream. Freedom Chick turned and saw a pair of hands hanging off the edge of the deck where a section of railing was missing. She walked over and looked down to see Arnie Roth in his swim trunks and bath rope clinging for dear life to keep from dropping off the deck to the ocean below. When he saw her, his eyes went wide with fear. “You!”
Freedom Chick crunched her boot down on his hand and smirked, “Need a hand, slime ball?”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHH!” he screamed in agony. “Please help me, don’t let me fall!”
“Why should I help a scum sucking pervert like you?”
“Because I have all of the film we shot of you yesterday locked up in a hidden safe and I’m the only one who knows the combination!”
“Do you have the original film he made of me too?”
“Yes! Yes! Please, I’ll give them to you, if you help me.”
Reluctantly, Gloria gripped Arnie by the wrist and yanked him to safety. He clutched his chest gasping for air, his toupee flopping off the side of his head. When he realized it, he turned bright red and hurriedly fixed it.
“Come on baldy!” Freedom Chick chuckled, grabbing Arnie by the scruff of the neck and marching him into the house. “Let’s go get those films!”
Whimpering like a beaten whelp, Arnie led Freedom Chick to his hidden bedroom vault and turned over all the films. Once she made certain these were the original negatives, she took them to the nearest fireplace, doused them with alcohol and set them afire, destroying any and all evidence that she and Ewa were ever compromised by the deviant Dr. X. The only thing she didn’t burn were a series of films Dr. X had made of his serial kidnapping and rapes of a few young girls. Arnie sat nearby blubbering with tears in his eyes, watching the potential for riches go up the chimney flute in a stream of acrid smoke.
“Where’s my chopper?” Freedom Chick demanded.
“What…Uh…it’s in the garage! I didn’t do a thing to it!”
“Lucky for you!” Gloria snarled, causing Arnie to flinch.
“Please don’t hurt me.”
“I have every right to, but I’m going to let you off easy,” Freedom Chick told him. “All you have to do is one little thing. When the cops show up, I want you to spill your guts about Dr. X and his accomplice. Make sure they know he was responsible for the serial rapes and kidnappings and make sure they get these films are evidence. The cops may go easy on you. And if you don’t, rest assured I’ll find you and make you pay.”
“I promise! I’ll do anything you want!”
“Good, now turn around,” Freedom Chick said, yanking the cords off the bedroom curtains and using them to tie up Arnie until the cops showed up. Then she went outside and retrieved her nemesis Dr. X and Nurse Honey from the wreckage of the car. She hogtied the pair back to back and left them to dry out in the sun. After a phone call to the California Highway Patrol, Gloria sat for a moment to gather her strength. She felt as if an enormous weight had been lifted from her shoulders. With a deep sigh, she made her way to the garage and mounted her beloved Freedom Chopper, kicked it to life and rumbled off down the highway to see about a friend.
The Home of Freedom Chick
Gloria Breckinridge lay topless out on her patio, wearing the tiniest pink polka dot bikini, her body glistening with oil under the glare of the beautiful California sun. At her side Ewa was on her tummy, sunning her bare back and luscious legs. It had been a week now since her final defeat of Dr. X and Nurse Honey and Freedom Chick was taking her sweet time to recuperate with her beautiful teenage lover.
Gone were the sexual hang-ups caused by the mind games of that deviant Dr. X. Gloria and Ewa were now free to make glorious love daily, several times a day in fact and it was better than ever. In between their carnal liaisons, she reveled in the fact that Arnie Roth had kept his word and gave the authorities all the information about Dr. X and his involvement with the serial kidnap and rape cases. Everyone who saw the films were so disturbed by the perversions that it was determined the best place for Dr. X and Nurse Honey was the Apple Hills Home for the Criminally Insane, where he would undergo a new radical therapy to reverse his perverted psyche. Freedom Chick took special pleasure in the knowledge that shock therapy would be involved in his rehabilitation. Knowing the extent of his sexual sickness, Gloria was confident that Dr. X would be in therapy for a long, long time.
THE END
The Adventures of Freedom Chick Soundtrack on Wolfworks Entertainment Records
Track Title Artist**_**
01. American Woman Guess Who
02. Are You Experienced Jimi Hendrix
03. Break on Through The Doors
04. Cinnamon Girl Neil Young
05. Come Together The Beatles
06. Eight Miles High The Byrds
07. Gimme Some Lovin’ Spencer Davis Group
08. In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida Iron Butterfly
09. Magic Carpet Ride Steppenwolf
10. Mr. Soul Buffalo Springfield
11. My Generation The Who
12. Paint It Black Rolling Stones
13. Smoke on the Water Deep Purple
14. Take it Easy The Eagles
15. Time of the Season The Zombies
16. Touch Me The Doors
17. Truckin The Grateful Dead
18. White Rabbit Jefferson Airplane
19. White Room Cream
20. Whole Lotta Love Led Zeppelin\