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UPDATED: Story has now been added. Sorry it's not very good!

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"As you know, Eirinn, St. Patrick's Day is only a week away. I know you've been very busy lately, but we'd still like you to make a prominent appearance at the parade if you can. It would be great for the city if you could be there," Chanel Spillman, the Deputy Mayor, said into the phone. "The mayor would consider it a personal favor."

Eirinn sighed, took her tiara off, and set it on the bathroom counter. It had been a long night on patrol, and she was exhausted. "I know, Ms. Deputy Mayor, it's not that I don't want to. You know I love the parade, I just have a lot on my plate right now."

Ms. Spillman was clearly upset, her voice rising in desperation. "It will only be for a couple of hours. I've got a photographer standing by to take some publicity shots of you and a printer ready to turn them into posters and billboards. If you could show up for about twenty minutes tomorrow morning for the shoot, I can have those posters up by Wednesday. Then you can just come and make an appearance at the parade. It would mean a lot. Are you sure you can't do it? It's for the children."

Eirinn shook her head and rolled her eyes as she reached in the shower and turned the water on. "Ok, ok, I'll do it. Where do I meet you tomorrow morning?" she asked.

The next morning Eirinn flew across town, a streak of green, orange, and white in the sky. She landed outside the Hot Shots photo studio, double checked the sign, and walked inside. She was greeted by Ms. Spillman, a tall, attractive black woman in her early forties, and a tiny, spiky-haired blonde waif who introduced herself as Annette. She looked to be not an inch over 5' tall and not a day over eighteen, but the Hot Shots website, which Eirinn had perused the night before, mentioned Annette as the owner. She was 27 and an award-winning photographer.

After some brief introductions, Annette led them into the studio and showed Eirinn where to stand. She turned on some lights and then came back and adjusted Eirinn's position and showed her the pose she wanted for the first shot. She asked Eirinn to hold it for a minute and to show her some facial expressions while they waited for the lights to warm up. Eirinn thought that last bit was odd. Why would lights need to warm up? Annette assured her it was very important to the process, however, and Eirinn followed instructions. She wanted to look professional, and more importantly, she wanted to get the shoot done so she could get on with her day. There was a big drug shipment scheduled to arrive at the port of River Heights that afternoon, and she wanted to be there to greet it. After a couple of minutes Annette moved behind the camera. Chanel asked her if the lamps had heated up enough, and Annette assured her that by now they had. Eirinn couldn't have agreed more, it felt uncomfortably warm where she was standing.

"Now Eirinn, this is very important. I need you to look right into the camera for this shot, and just hold the pose and your smile for a few seconds until I tell you to stop. Then we'll re-pose you a couple of more times and get some more quick shots, and then you'll be out of here, ok?" Annette said.

Eirinn smiled, said ok, and then struck the pose and flashed the smile she and Annette had discussed. She looked right into the camera as instructed. Annette kept telling her to stay still, she was doing great, doing great, doing great, and then all of a sudden there was a brilliant flash of light and Eirinn's world went completely dark for several seconds. Then her eyes blinked and opened and the room began to reappear, although everything looked white and fuzzy. She could see Chanel standing there, arms crossed, and Annette peaking up over the camera.

"Eirinn? Eirinn, can you hear me? If you can hear me answer me or take a step forward," Annette said.

Eirinn blinked and started to say, "Of course I can hear you," but no words came out. She tried to take a step but found she absolutely couldn't move. "Wh...what happened?" she thought to herself.

Annette smiled and threw her head back and yelled over her shoulder, "It worked, she's frozen solid. She's all yours, ladies."

From behind the screens stepped Black, an impossibly tall, green-eyed, raven-haired goddess of a woman, and her partner Tan; lithe, severe looking, with skin the color of her name, ice blue eyes, and caramel blonde hair. Black grinned from ear to ear and held a single glove in her arms. Tan held her left arm parallel to the floor and draped across it were a number of buckled black leather straps. In her right hand dangled a panel gag.

"Good work, ladies," Black said as she stepped behind Eirinn and pulled the heroine's arms behind her back. The look in Eirinn's green eyes was one of pure panic as she clearly knew what was going on and was completely incapable of doing anything about it. The heroine gasped inwardly as her arms were pressed together and she felt the leather sleeve slip over them, higher and higher, until it was up past her elbow. Black was taking her time, clearly enjoying herself.

Tan stepped up right in front of the Fenian Fireball and dropped the belts to the ground. She then opened Eirinn's mouth and took her time forcing the plug between Eirinn's lips and then between her teeth and then pressing the leather panel flush against her lips.

"You two might want to hurry up, the effects of the stasis camera don't last very long," Annette urged.

"Yeah, yeah," Black said, reaching up to take the straps of the gag from Tan while simultaneously passing Tan the shoulder straps to the single glove. "What is it you're always mumbling, Eirinn? 'Erin go bragh' or some such, innit?"

Tan chuckled, "More like 'Eirinn got bagged," she said, sticking her tongue out and giving the heroine a snarky smirk.

At almost exactly that moment Eirinn grunted softly and turned her torso ever so slightly, then moved her arms apart a centimeter or two. Black and Tan exchanged a glance and began quickly finishing up the gag and restraints, Black brushing Eirinn's ginger hair up and buckling the gag and then tightening the straps around Eirinn's arms as Tan finished buckling the shoulder straps to the armbinder.

Eirinn began to move in a more pronounced manner, writhing softly and trying to pull away from her tormenters, but it was clear she still didn't have full motor function and she was very weak and uncoordinated. At the rate she was strengthening, though, it wouldn't be long before she was back to normal, and even with her arms secured she would be a handful for the four of them put together.

As Tan dropped to her knees to begin strapping one of the belts around Eirinn's thighs and Black struggled to keep the heroine from wriggling around too much, the Deputy Mayor stepped forward and clamped a rag over Eirinn's face. The heroine's green eyes went wide and she began to scream into her gag.

"If you want something done right you have to do it yourself," Chanel said, shaking her head as Eirinn struggled. The chloroform quickly did its work, and within a minute Black had an arm around Eirinn's waist and had taken the rag from Chanel and was keeping it pressed over the heroine's face as she lowered her to the floor. Tan was just finishing up with the last of the belts, cinching it tight around Eirinn's ankles.

Tan stood up and smiled and nodded in the direction of the Deputy Mayor. "Ms. Spillman, you can count on the support of our organization during your campaign this fall. I'm sure Madame DeWinter will be a big donor, as well, once she received our lovely St. Patrick's Day gift here. After all, you can't count on community organizers and unions to do everything, now, can you?"

Chanel smiled. "You've done the city a great service today, ladies. Under the coming administration of Mayor Spillman you can count on us all becoming very, very rich," she grinned.

Tan helped Black pick the now-unconscious Eirinn up and together they carried her out to a waiting van. Chanel slipped Annette an envelope full of cash, and an hour later she was back at city plaza in a meeting with the mayor. As the meeting adjourned, the mayor asked if she'd had any luck in recruiting Eirinn to participate in the St. Patrick's Day parade the following week.

"No sir, Mr. Mayor, unfortunately we've been completely unable to get ahold of her," Ms. Spillman said as she got up to leave, the meeting having concluded. A Cheshire cat grin crossed her face as she turned away from the Mayor and headed back to her own office.

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UPDATED: Story has now been added. Sorry it's not very good!

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"As you know, Eirinn, St. Patrick's Day is only a week away. I know you've been very busy lately, but we'd still like you to make a prominent appearance at the parade if you can. It would be great for the city if you could be there," Chanel Spillman, the Deputy Mayor, said into the phone. "The mayor would consider it a personal favor."

Eirinn sighed, took her tiara off, and set it on the bathroom counter. It had been a long night on patrol, and she was exhausted. "I know, Ms. Deputy Mayor, it's not that I don't want to. You know I love the parade, I just have a lot on my plate right now."

Ms. Spillman was clearly upset, her voice rising in desperation. "It will only be for a couple of hours. I've got a photographer standing by to take some publicity shots of you and a printer ready to turn them into posters and billboards. If you could show up for about twenty minutes tomorrow morning for the shoot, I can have those posters up by Wednesday. Then you can just come and make an appearance at the parade. It would mean a lot. Are you sure you can't do it? It's for the children."

Eirinn shook her head and rolled her eyes as she reached in the shower and turned the water on. "Ok, ok, I'll do it. Where do I meet you tomorrow morning?" she asked.

The next morning Eirinn flew across town, a streak of green, orange, and white in the sky. She landed outside the Hot Shots photo studio, double checked the sign, and walked inside. She was greeted by Ms. Spillman, a tall, attractive black woman in her early forties, and a tiny, spiky-haired blonde waif who introduced herself as Annette. She looked to be not an inch over 5' tall and not a day over eighteen, but the Hot Shots website, which Eirinn had perused the night before, mentioned Annette as the owner. She was 27 and an award-winning photographer.

After some brief introductions, Annette led them into the studio and showed Eirinn where to stand. She turned on some lights and then came back and adjusted Eirinn's position and showed her the pose she wanted for the first shot. She asked Eirinn to hold it for a minute and to show her some facial expressions while they waited for the lights to warm up. Eirinn thought that last bit was odd. Why would lights need to warm up? Annette assured her it was very important to the process, however, and Eirinn followed instructions. She wanted to look professional, and more importantly, she wanted to get the shoot done so she could get on with her day. There was a big drug shipment scheduled to arrive at the port of River Heights that afternoon, and she wanted to be there to greet it. After a couple of minutes Annette moved behind the camera. Chanel asked her if the lamps had heated up enough, and Annette assured her that by now they had. Eirinn couldn't have agreed more, it felt uncomfortably warm where she was standing.

"Now Eirinn, this is very important. I need you to look right into the camera for this shot, and just hold the pose and your smile for a few seconds until I tell you to stop. Then we'll re-pose you a couple of more times and get some more quick shots, and then you'll be out of here, ok?" Annette said.

Eirinn smiled, said ok, and then struck the pose and flashed the smile she and Annette had discussed. She looked right into the camera as instructed. Annette kept telling her to stay still, she was doing great, doing great, doing great, and then all of a sudden there was a brilliant flash of light and Eirinn's world went completely dark for several seconds. Then her eyes blinked and opened and the room began to reappear, although everything looked white and fuzzy. She could see Chanel standing there, arms crossed, and Annette peaking up over the camera.

"Eirinn? Eirinn, can you hear me? If you can hear me answer me or take a step forward," Annette said.

Eirinn blinked and started to say, "Of course I can hear you," but no words came out. She tried to take a step but found she absolutely couldn't move. "Wh...what happened?" she thought to herself.

Annette smiled and threw her head back and yelled over her shoulder, "It worked, she's frozen solid. She's all yours, ladies."

From behind the screens stepped Black, an impossibly tall, green-eyed, raven-haired goddess of a woman, and her partner Tan; lithe, severe looking, with skin the color of her name, ice blue eyes, and caramel blonde hair. Black grinned from ear to ear and held a single glove in her arms. Tan held her left arm parallel to the floor and draped across it were a number of buckled black leather straps. In her right hand dangled a panel gag.

"Good work, ladies," Black said as she stepped behind Eirinn and pulled the heroine's arms behind her back. The look in Eirinn's green eyes was one of pure panic as she clearly knew what was going on and was completely incapable of doing anything about it. The heroine gasped inwardly as her arms were pressed together and she felt the leather sleeve slip over them, higher and higher, until it was up past her elbow. Black was taking her time, clearly enjoying herself.

Tan stepped up right in front of the Fenian Fireball and dropped the belts to the ground. She then opened Eirinn's mouth and took her time forcing the plug between Eirinn's lips and then between her teeth and then pressing the leather panel flush against her lips.

"You two might want to hurry up, the effects of the stasis camera don't last very long," Annette urged.

"Yeah, yeah," Black said, reaching up to take the straps of the gag from Tan while simultaneously passing Tan the shoulder straps to the single glove. "What is it you're always mumbling, Eirinn? 'Erin go bragh' or some such, innit?"

Tan chuckled, "More like 'Eirinn got bagged," she said, sticking her tongue out and giving the heroine a snarky smirk.

At almost exactly that moment Eirinn grunted softly and turned her torso ever so slightly, then moved her arms apart a centimeter or two. Black and Tan exchanged a glance and began quickly finishing up the gag and restraints, Black brushing Eirinn's ginger hair up and buckling the gag and then tightening the straps around Eirinn's arms as Tan finished buckling the shoulder straps to the armbinder.

Eirinn began to move in a more pronounced manner, writhing softly and trying to pull away from her tormenters, but it was clear she still didn't have full motor function and she was very weak and uncoordinated. At the rate she was strengthening, though, it wouldn't be long before she was back to normal, and even with her arms secured she would be a handful for the four of them put together.

As Tan dropped to her knees to begin strapping one of the belts around Eirinn's thighs and Black struggled to keep the heroine from wriggling around too much, the Deputy Mayor stepped forward and clamped a rag over Eirinn's face. The heroine's green eyes went wide and she began to scream into her gag.

"If you want something done right you have to do it yourself," Chanel said, shaking her head as Eirinn struggled. The chloroform quickly did its work, and within a minute Black had an arm around Eirinn's waist and had taken the rag from Chanel and was keeping it pressed over the heroine's face as she lowered her to the floor. Tan was just finishing up with the last of the belts, cinching it tight around Eirinn's ankles.

Tan stood up and smiled and nodded in the direction of the Deputy Mayor. "Ms. Spillman, you can count on the support of our organization during your campaign this fall. I'm sure Madame DeWinter will be a big donor, as well, once she received our lovely St. Patrick's Day gift here. After all, you can't count on community organizers and unions to do everything, now, can you?"

Chanel smiled. "You've done the city a great service today, ladies. Under the coming administration of Mayor Spillman you can count on us all becoming very, very rich," she grinned.

Tan helped Black pick the now-unconscious Eirinn up and together they carried her out to a waiting van. Chanel slipped Annette an envelope full of cash, and an hour later she was back at city plaza in a meeting with the mayor. As the meeting adjourned, the mayor asked if she'd had any luck in recruiting Eirinn to participate in the St. Patrick's Day parade the following week.

"No sir, Mr. Mayor, unfortunately we've been completely unable to get ahold of her," Ms. Spillman said as she got up to leave, the meeting having concluded. A Cheshire cat grin crossed her face as she turned away from the Mayor and headed back to her own office.