Short Stories from Creator UOK

Uptown Gotham city

Rook had removed her mask and donned a long black trench coat. She walked briskly down the street with a smile on her face. It was almost five thirty AM and the streets were bare and the birds were starting to chirp. Her phone buzzed again. It was her boyfriend Mike texting her.
After an evening of crime fighting the protective detective always checked in on her.

Mike – So? Eventful night???
Rook – Of course 😉
Mike – Sweet! You good?
Rook – if I wasn’t would I be winking?
Mike – Those 3 goons you caught are getting processed soon, very bad ass, rap sheet as long as your legs 😍.
Rook – Honestly they almost got me 😓.
Mike – Really?
Rook – Yup, lucky they messed up. My god the amount of ropes they had 🥺.
Mike – Not all bad I guess 😉.
Rook – You Perv… but ya not all bad I guess 😌.
Mike – Your kicking ass babe. Just gotta be careful, lots of rumbling on the streets that Gotham is a criminal free for all since the disappearance of the big 3. I’ll be off in an hour. You deserve to be spoilt.
Rook – 😊 thanks, means lots ❤️ see you at my apartment. I’m super tired but will wait up for you. My feet are killin me! Hint hint.
Mike – I’d be honoured to rub your feet. You should take it easy and let me help you out of your costume. 😉.
Rook- like I said..perv!

Rook slipped her phone back into her pocket as she entered her building. She took the elevator up to her penthouse apartment as thoughts of Mike’s texts played in her head.
The big 3 he referenced were three heroines that kept a relatively tight reign on criminal activity in the city. There has been no sign of them for over a week. Rook never worked closely with any of them but their vacancy was definitely noticeable.
She looked at herself in the full wall mirror of the elevator. Wrapped up in her long coat and her hood just showing her narrow brown eyes.
“What if those three men got the better of me tonight ?” She thought to herself, grinning coyly at her reflection. She could almost visualize them forcing her to the ground, pressing her face into dirty floor. Their strong bodies pushing into her pinned body where they violently wrapped yards of rope around her limbs as she squirmed.
Her hand went into her coat pocket and motioned to her thighs. Rubbing against her tights with a hiss. Ropes wrapping her upper body and tightening around her legs in her minds eye. A big boot of hers pulled off causing her to blush more and the men to go wild as her hosed foot flexes.

“Ding!” The elevator stopped. Jane noticed her foot free from the boot. “What a daydream.” She thought to herself and slipped her pointed toes back into the footwear. She exited the elevator and produced her keycard, unlocking the door to her place.

Walking into the massive apartment Jane immediately felt at ease. The background noise of the talk radio played softly over the high end sound system. She hung up her long coat and immediately slipped off her right boot again and pressed her gloved fingers around the warm stocking foot pressing into the sore tissue at the sides. Smiling at the sight of her Rook tattoo on the top of her foot, the thought of her boyfriend treating her to a long foot massage that would definitely translate into a full body massage and eventually a passionate love making session with some light bondage. The thought made her stomach flutter. She barely undid the other boot before starting on her belt and thigh straps, knowing Mike would love an opportunity to explore her costume, she smiled coyly remembering she sported a pair of his favourite tights with a dark black seam running up the back centre of her legs.
Rook had yawned a few times already in the apartment. Maybe her drowsiness was the reason she didn’t notice the new doorman downstairs in her building.
After carefully hanging up her belt and thigh harnesses she sat on her small dressing chair by the door. It overlooked the city and the park as the sun rose up. Over the radio she heard a report of how masked vigilantes were having a positive effect on the crime figures in Gotham but the presence of the three missing heroines was felt.

Jane yawned again this time stretching her arms over head. Her exposed back was to the main part of the room. It was also exposed to the masked women hiding in the doorway of the next room. They watched from the shadows as the beautiful brunette started undressing and getting comfortable. She looked stunning in her leotard and black tights. The women could only assume she was some sort of dancer. They cared not, their contract was out for Jane O’Rourke, a wealthy Gotham city socialite. Her abduction would definitely stir the pot with the mayor and his team. The plan was to cause fear and distrust with the current leadership in the city. They quietly nodded to each other as their partner poured a generous amount of chloroform into a cloth. The carefree woman had her foot up on the chair as she pulled her gloves off and placed her face mask next to her. With her bare hands she started to rub her own heel and thought of removing her other boot when another yawn took her. But something else took her…
Without warning she was grabbed from behind. Her thin wrists held in iron like fists. Another arm pulled her upper body tightly to the chair back. Lastly a female hand covered her mouth and nose with a soaked rag. “Mmmmmpuh!!!”
She screamed into the cloth. She kicked her long legs out and tried slipping out of their grip but the women had all of the advantage. She tried twisting her head but the hand was unmoving. She took another breath and her smoky brown eyes crossed involuntary as the noxious fumes filled her lungs. She was immediately weak and whimpered pathetically into the hand. Her nylon foot flopped onto the floor and her brief struggle stopped. The bright sun peaked over the building’s and flooded into the room as her eyes closed.
The women let her go but the cloth was still held to her face, insuring her unconsciousness. One of the attackers took her phone out to notify their accomplice at the lobby door. The other gathered some gear from the adjacent room. A few more gentle breaths from the heroine and the ski masked woman chloroforming her released the cloth, and her limp body slumped forward. She let her go as Jane gently fell off the couch in an undignified manner on the floor. Rooks face pressed on the cold hardwood and her lean arms rested beside her. Her round bum pointed provocatively into the sky, two dark black lines broke up the sheer stretched nylon on her cheeks . “Hmm…” The hooded thug let out a whistle as she dropped the cloth on the couch. Eying up the sexy woman’s backside in her revealing costume. She looked onto the couch and noticed a dark eye mask, raising an eyebrow then looked up at the black utility belt hanging on the hook. Small compartments littered the belt and thigh straps.
“Hey ladies I don’t think this is the chick we were supposed to snatch.”
The two other women looked down where she pointed, seeing the eye mask. “The suit, tights and mask? Shit! We caught us a hero!”
“Tie her up quick and I’ll see what the boss wants to do.”

The two women eagerly grabbed the woman’s arms, they felt strong and fit beneath her skin tight costume fabric. One of them held her thin wrists together behind her back and the other slid on a black leather arm binder. The tight sheath pulled up her arms pinning them together. Thicker cuffs then wrapped her wrists together and two others worked the flexible woman’s arms to each other ruthlessly at the elbows and biceps.

“Boss says we take her, if we can get the initial target too that’s a bonus, but a super would probably make a bigger statement.”
The women continued binding her arms and one ran her bare hand over her protruding nylon covered bum cheek. “No complaints here.” She grinned. After meticulously binding her they rolled her over after strapping her arms tight. Once on her back the oblivious heroines chest splayed open and her gorgeous face slumped to the side. The other woman finished the removal of her last boot slipping her warm limp hosed toes out of the footwear, she groped at the long foot rubbing her thumbs over the smooth material covering her matching tattoos and pulled the woman’s feet together crossing her ankles. The women then strapped the devious sleeve at the top of her breasts then unzipped her body suit between her cleavage and down her stomach. Yellow rope wrapped her ankles together.
“Hhhmm.” Rook grunted out loud. And turned her head slightly. Her toes rubbed each other slightly as she came around.
“ Whoa that was a quick recovery! Let’s get her quiet!”
The women hastily gathered their things letting the heroine go.
“What.. is going on?” She whispered with eyes barely open. She saw a ski masked woman
Gathering up a bag of looted items and another one started texting to the doorman. The third grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder.
Rook suddenly realized what was happening and tried to sit up. Her arms were completely immobile behind her back and her shoeless feet tied up.
Gritting her teeth she arched back and forth frantically on the floor.
“No, no, no!” She thought to herself realizing her predicament.
The woman grabbed her tightly packed upper body and pulled her up to her knees.
She looked back and forth at them with bitter hatred and confusion.
“What the fuck is this all about?!” She spat.
The woman in front of her smiled.
“You don’t sound like a hero with that dirty little mouth . Let’s shut you up!” One of her partners held up a thick roll of white tape and the other held a bunched up black mass.
“Found these pantyhose on the floor while I was looking around the place. Let’s see if they are used or not.” The thug laughed. “You sick bitch! ”
Rook turned her body away in a pathetic attempt at escape. Her “Jekyll and Hyde-like” symptoms of arousal were beginning to percolate to the surface. Sweat instantly spread on her brow and now on her exposed cleavage. They grabbed her but she was still too much of a handful, even tied up.
“Wham!” A strong punch connected with her hard stomach. She curled forward but still fought off the gag with gritted teeth and a twisting head.
“Smack!” The strong hand of a thug struck her cheek, whipping her pretty face to the side. She straitened her head looking up at her, flashing a sexy yet spiteful smile. She honestly felt this was a preferable path, better than her bondage and peril attraction would lead her. Pain it seems was a better distraction.
“WHACK!” She received the backhand on the other cheek. Her shoulders held up from behind while the woman repeatedly slapped her face with ferocity, eventually wiping the smile from her lips.
Stars began to blotch her vision as her head whipped back and forth. Finally taking the fight out of the sexy heroine. The attacker was satisfied, and she stopped hitting her rubbing her sore hand.
“Tough little bitch!”

“I am” she remarked.

The others grabbed Rooks pink cheeks and squeezed hard from behind. “No!” Barely protested as her sheer black nylons from the night before were stuffed into her open mouth.
“Mmmmph!”
Tape covered her pink lips. Her brown eyes pleaded as she fought with her gag reflex shaking her head as the full mouth of tights tried going down her throat.
She was clearly more docile with her gag on, still perched on her pointed knees looking up at the kidnappers breathing hard. One of them gave her a light kick and she twisted her body in an attempt to balance but tipped over onto her side awkwardly . She struggled sexily on the floor. The villain looked down on the gorgeous vision crumpled on the floor flailing around, apparently oblivious at how turned on the women was getting. Her dark foot frantically feeling the other for a loose knot. The leader turned giving the “Ok” symbol with her fingers.
“Elevator is on its way up and locked off for us. No interruptions.”
The woman in front of Rook looked down on her, smiling behind her ski mask. “Ready to go honey?”
“Fuuuph ouuph!”
She swore as she shook her head no, with pink cheeks and loose hairs around her frustrated eyes.
She bent down and scooped her up in her arms without much resistance. She wiggled her feet once more testing her restraints. Wanting nothing more than her boyfriend to be here with her for a nice long morning of pleasure. Instead of this surprise attack and abduction. The women walked down the hall to the elevator and the doors opened. The man dressed as her doorman was inside with the key in the elevator controls keeping the other floors from calling. The parking area button was pressed and the doors closed. Rook looked at the familiar mirror wall in the elevator. In a wedding carry looking completely pitiful in her shoeless costume…

Rooks costume had a variety of designs all depending on the climate, the type of mission, etc… but all of the costumes incorporated tights, nylons, stockings or hose. Before her capture at the hands of Vulker she liked using the leg wear accessory as a tool to keep off the cold chill, as well as additional camouflage in the shadows. It also gave the heroine a slight sense of protection, another (all be it thin) layer to safeguard her from malicious hands. Now the tights accelerated her arousal, seeing firsthand how men were drawn to her long legs in the sheer black hosiery spiked her frustrating condition. Especially when her boots were taken from her. The sight of her long dark feet blotched by an even darker tattoo on the tops of her feet then tied up tightly drove bolts of stimulation through her stomach and between her legs. Like a wave of nausea the arousal hit her full on.
“Mmmmmmmoo…”
Immediately her nipples hardened and her heart pounded. The woman’s hands on her silky legs were strong and they suddenly felt wonderful to the touch. She lightly rubbed her feet together and she blushed at the sensation building inside of her. The woman holding her looked down into her half open brown eyes. Her dark brown beauty mark on her rosy cheek just peeked over her white vet tape gag. Wisps of long brown hair scattered around her dark eyeshadow. She noticed her bright white pearl earrings that gave the woman an elegant dimension to her radiance. For a long moment she was transfixed by her incredible beauty. Rook closed her eyes and leaned her head into her chest. The thug was completely turned on now. She noticed all the passengers on the elevator couldn’t stop gawking at the prisoner.
“Gonna be fun car ride!” The doorman chirped staring at Rooks legs as he tickled the sole of her foot.
“Mmph!”
She cutely whined.

“Ding!” The elevator arrived and a black SUV with dark tinted windows waited by the door. They ignored the open trunk and decided she should ride with them. “Nnnnooph!”
Rooks body bucked and squirmed but the women forced her into the backseat. Her long pantyhose legs kicked out again and again. They roughly held her body outstretched. A thick arm squeezed around her neck and another set of arms held her ankles. They mauled her legs and she briefly thought of her boyfriend Mike, she wanted more than anything for him to lay his hands on her legs and feet. After all these were his favourite back seamed hose. Suddenly she felt the familiar feeling of a damp cloth pushed onto her nose. Almost relieved from her fear of capture she breathed in the fumes deeply and went completely limp. Her now immobilized body was adjusted on the laps of the three women across the back seat where her lovely body was explored and the car moved out onto to morning streets of Gotham…

The kidnappers drove their unconscious captive to the other side of the city, and eventually, the car pulled into another dark parking area. Rook started to slowly come around again. The light stroking of her long-hosed legs was bringing her around from her latest drug-induced slumber. One of the kidnappers rolled the dark damsel’s upper body over so her dozy drugged face pointed upwards. The captor carefully re-applied Rook’s small black domino mask. “Better look the part.” Rook’s gagged face looked stunning as the thug held her in her lap. The car stopped and the crew opened the doors pulling their prize out. They carried her tied-up body out of the car Rook, dozily looked around at the unknown location as they heaved her up onto one of the women’s shoulders.

“Uh uh! No peaking little hero!”

The woman produced a dark black sleeve that slipped over the pretty heroine’s head.

“Mmmph!” She grunted into her mouth full of tights as the stretchy material enveloped her head cutting off her sight. Plunging her deeper into helplessness. She turned her head left and right trying to fight the hood off of her face.

 Rook’s pretty features were visible under the tight sack.

The kidnapper started walking quickly as her drugged head hung down her back swinging back and forth with every step. The heroine’s mind strained to focus on her escape as they walked through dark hallways. She noticed the woman carrying her initially had a hand full of her nylon coated thigh in her strong grip, but her hand started to gradually slide up to her left bum cheek. Clearly enjoying the soft texture of her hose as she massaged with her bare hand. Eventually, the fingers found their way under her costume bottoms. Kneading against her tights at her gap. Driving her thin black panties inside.

“No..No…” she protested to herself as she concentrated. She let out a small whine, hating herself for acknowledging that it felt amazing. She cutely bent her knees and pointed her nylon toes in a pathetic move to get away, but she was ignored.

They finally arrived at what must have been her new accommodations. A small single white mattress was on the floor in the otherwise barren dark room.

The two other thugs from her apartment abduction converged on her, one grabbed at her feet and inner thigh and started feeling her up.

“One last check for any weapons!” She joked.

The other grabbed her bound arms in the sleeve and yanked her sideways and reached for her chest.

“Mmmmpgh!?”

The woman grabbed her breast where the chess piece symbol was located and squeezed hard. She whined into the gag and squeezed her eyes shut in pain with a hint of ecstasy. 

“Is your supe nickname pawn? Or maybe Queenie?” She angrily teased as she wrenched her stiff nipple under the costume. The woman holding her up slid her hand over the gusset of her tights between her legs.

“Mmmmmm.”

Rook moaned aloud.

“I think she likes us !”

She proceeded to rub her more aggressively with her fingers. Rook whimpered helplessly as her foot was gripped and mauled as well. She barely noticed her ankle ropes pulled up behind her and tied to a strong metal loop at the base of her single sleeve armbinder.

Her body defied her as the molesting hands felt her all over. She found herself unable to control herself as she slightly opened her legs a bit.

“Enough!” A firm female voice commanded. Rook turned her blind head. Rook recognized the French accent. “Nnnngh!” She grunted.

“It can’t be.” She thought to herself. The woman holding her then threw the heroine down onto the mattress and she bounced roughly. The three lifted her onto her knees as she squirmed. After some aggressive struggles, she felt a thick leather collar go around her neck. a chain attached to the ceiling and pulled tight keeping her upright on her knees. Her heart sunk further.

“MMmnnnoo!”

She protested.

One of them kneeled on the mattress in front of her.

Her brown eyes looked shocked and she shook her head. They pulled up her hood exposing her pretty pink face still tightly gagged.

“Bonjour Rook!”

The heroine froze, unable to hide her fear.

“Amour!” Rook thought to herself.

The last time they met, Rook barely escaped with her life.

Amour had the uncanny ability to mix and manipulate rare ingredients to create powerful perfumes that had many different abilities.

Suggestion to the brink of mind control, fear, even arousal…

“You wonder how it was I am free? No?”

The pretty French blonde kneeled in front of the stunning brunette.

Rook had put her behind bars over a year ago and thought the key was thrown away.

“That story is for another time my dear, for now, we will make you a bit more…. cooperative?”

The blonde snapped her fingers and a henchperson rolled in a strange-looking contraption.

“Mnnnnooo Phheeef!?”

Rook pulled at her bonds as Amour cupped her breasts.

Rook knew firsthand how powerful the gasses were, she had been exposed to them before and the effects were terrifying.

One of the thugs pulled the heroine’s tape off of her mouth and pinched the bundled up nylons out of her mouth.

“Amour, please…you can’t do this.” Rook wasted no time when her gag was removed. She tried to plead with the sociopath.

 Amour smiled as she pulled the white corrugated tube from the gas distribution device. The blonde turned to her crew and in unison, they all pulled masks over their faces. Rook tried to pull away but her head was held straight by a woman behind her. The scared brunette gritted her teeth as the tube presented itself to her lips. Amour pinched her nose and rammed the pipe into her mouth. Rook’s eyes bulged as she held her breath as long as possible. Until finally she drew a deep breath. The heroine’s eyes crossed as the fumes invaded her lungs.

After a few deep breaths, Amour leaned in close. She had no need for a gas mask as she was immune to her own scents.

“ This little mix is made especially for you my dear. I know how strong-willed you are so this initial dose is quite powerful.”

Rook looked into Amour’s face with fear and uncertainty, the thick white tube deep in her mouth.

“Most of this mixture is for that strong will of yours to be broken.”

Amour lightly caressed the heroine’s cleavage. Her beating heart was felt by the villain.

“A small dose of fear, to keep you on your toes.” Rook looked scared as she said this and Amour moved some hair from the heroine’s pretty face.

“And one little touch of arousal!” Amour’s hand slid down Rook’s tight costume between her legs and pressed hard on her sex.

“Mmmmm.”

Rook moaned sexily.

“Not that you really need this help.’

Amour smiled and bit her own bottom lip.

The evil continued to feel the heroine up as the gasses filled her lungs. 

” I knew we would meet again Rook, I did not expect it so soon.”

Amour kissed the heroine’s cheek.

 Eventually, after much moaning and much groping the tube was carefully pulled out. Rook drooled slightly in a very undignified manner.

Amour happily wiped the saliva from the disoriented woman’s chin with her hand and played with her lips slightly. She then wiped off the wetness onto Rook’s nylon thighs.

The heroine looked dazed and exhausted, but intoxicatingly sexy.

“A kiss Mon Cheri?”

Amour took the heroine’s chin and leaned in. Rook weakly tugged away. Amour stood up clearly upset.

“Hood her and give her the slow dose! Immidietmont!”

She yelled and stormed out.

One of the thugs put Rook’s silky black hood back over her face and another slipped a clear plastic oxygen mask over her lower face and turned on the valve.

“Nnnnooo…please!” She weakly protested as they walked out of the room.

“Gonna leave you for a few hours till you learn some manners bitch!”

One of Amour’s cronies commented.

Rook heard the door slam. The heroine was still strung up by her collar, unable to move as the single sleeve and ropes held her on her knees.

“Mmmph! Ugh!”

She swayed as the chemical cocktail took its toll on her.

TBC