Blaze in the Basement

The only good thing about this pain was that, after the agony of having her back laid open, it was manageable. Electra was close to cumming herself, Blaze knew, and she knew that when Electra was close, her mind would be far away.

So Blaze put the pain in a box in the corner of her mind, and saw a crazy thing. The pounding Electra was giving had worked Blaze's right hand almost free of the manacle. In fact, with just a little more wiggling, Blaze reckoned she could slip her hand out of the bond completely. She looked down and saw the buck knife at her feet where Electra had dropped it. She was desperate, and Electra was almost done with her, and then who knew what would happen next? Somehow Blaze doubted Electra would simply give her a friendly hug and an offer to do it again sometime. No, something much worse was in store for Blaze if she couldn't work herself free in the next few moments.

She thought of the absurdity, the shame of the situation. She and her friends had saved the city, and now she was being anally raped by a crazy woman with a massive dick. She felt worthless and hopeless, and those thoughts in turn filled her with rage.

She squirmed and writhed and wiggled, twisting her hand this way and that, trying to work it loose. She had just got it free when Electra came, and Blaze felt the hot cum rocket up inside her, seemingly filling her bowels, and Electra let out a long, low moan of pleasure, thrusting herself even deeper into Blaze's ass.

Blaze's legs felt like jelly. She was weak and fatigued and she knew she just had one chance, that this was it. She twisted her body with all the force she could muster, and delivered a devastating backhand across Electra's head.

Electra fell to the floor in a heap. Blaze bent down and snatched up the knife, cutting through first the rope holding her left arm, then the ropes holding her legs. She immediately felt like collapsing, and somehow stayed on her feet. Electra was lying on the floor, spread-eagled, a mockery of Blaze's own pose until just a minute ago. Her thick blond hair had fallen across her face. Her breasts rose and fell, and her cock quivered as the last bits of cum oozed out. Electra put her hand to her head and groaned, trying to sit up.

Blaze felt the anger course through her again. Drawing her leg back, she struck as hard as she could, kicking Electra right in the balls. Electra screamed again, clutching herself, and she doubled up in pain. Blaze looked around and cut two of the pieces of rope free from the pillar. Working quickly, she tied Electra's hands behind her back, and then tied her boots together. Using the remains of her tube top, she fashioned a makeshift gag.

"Electra," Blaze said, "You are under arrest for the kidnapping and rape of a City Policy Officer. You've got the right to remain silent and all that shit, and you're really lucky I don’t use that knife to make you a steer instead of a bull." Electra looked up at her questioningly. "Lucky I don’t cut off your balls, you dumb bitch. You deserve it. But I guess I should be thankful. You're just like a guy with that cock down there, thinking with it instead of your brains."

Electra glared daggers at Blaze, who returned the gesture with a sweet smile. She was still in pain, both physically and mentally. She was still horrified about what had happened to her today, and afraid of the truths about herself she had learned. But like always, she had come out the other side, and no matter how she felt, there was no way she was going to let this dumb cunt see her cry anymore.

So leaving her kidnapper tied up and gagged, Blaze opened the heavy metal door, seeing stairs going up, and went to get some backup.