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The beautiful statuesque Amazon, Curia, stood high on a rooftop surveying the city. The night had been unusually quiet. Typically a night out consisted of stopping muggers and chasing police sirens, but tonight Curia flew from rooftop to rooftop with little to show for it. She was pleased by the lack of villainous activity, perhaps things were finally improving.
“Help!” Curia turned her head towards the cry in the night. Perhaps I thought too soon. Curia jumped off the roof and flew at an astounding speed towards the scream.
Curia hovered above an alleyway moments after the she heard the plea for help. She saw a group of three men. Two women lied at their feet, hogtied and gagged with tape wrapped around their heads. It appeared that the women had just gotten off work as they were still dressed in their white tank tops and signature orange booty shorts. They bucked around while the men laughed. Curia could hear muffled whimpers from the terrified women. A black van pulled into the alleyway.
Curia checked her anger, she didn’t want to seriously injure anyone, even if they did deserve it. She flew down and collided with one of the men. Her fist met the back of his head and he slumped down unconscious. Before they could react she grabbed the next man by his shirt, holding him high in the air.
“Curia. Glad you could join us,” the man closest to the squirming women said. He held a gun and pointed it at the women on the ground. Curia hated his smile.
“Put down my associate so you can join these sluts here,” he said. Curia grinned.
“I can disarm you before you can even think about pulling the trigger,” she said.
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” his smile grew even more sinister. She heard the man behind her a split second before he struck. A strong arm held her around the waist while the other held a cloth to her face. Immediately Curia could smell the familiar scent of chloroform and felt herself get weaker. Stupid! How did I not see him? She tried to remove the chloroform soaked rag but was already too weak to overpower him. Her eyelids drooped and the last thing she saw before she fell asleep was the faces of the bound and gagged women who had lost all hope.

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Curia struggled to open her eyes, still groggy from the chloroform. Her eyes had to adjust and she could see nothing but a blur for a few moments. She tried to lift herself off the ground but found she couldn’t move her hands or legs. Her hands had been bound behind her back with tape and more encircled her below her breasts and upper arms tightly binding them together. Her ankles, knees, and thighs had been bound as well so all Curia could do was struggle.
“Mmrrrfff!” Curia tried to yell at her captors but a cloth had been stuffed in her mouth and held in place with even more tape. Her eyes had now fully adjusted and she could see the man with the gun standing over her.
“You’re awake,” he waved his hand at the van which now contained the two bound and gagged girls, “Ready to join them?”
“Mmpphhh mmfff!” Curia was furious, her head still swimming.
“You know we were hoping you would show up,” he said. Curia looked up at him, arching her brow.
“I mean it. You’re a terrible influence on women. Look at these sluts here,” he pointed at them again, “dressing like that, acting like whores. It’s sickening. And you’re the problem. Parading around the city dressed in almost nothing. Now that we have you where you should be, we can finally set a proper example.”
This was because of how she dressed? How she acted? Curia could feel utter rage build up in her stomach. They had no right to tell her, or anyone else how to act, how to dress or how to express their sexuality. She didn’t hurt anyone, she helped people! The effects of the chloroform were gone, replaced with her fury. Curia channeled her strength and tore through the tape binding her like paper.
“No! That’s impossible!” the man said pointing his gun at her. Curia ripped the tape from her mouth and spit out the cloth.The man shot but Curia deflected the bullet without effort. She sprinted forward and grabbed the gun, crushing it in her hand. She held the man by his neck and lifted him the air. His lackeys ran as soon as they saw her break from her bonds. The girls yelled into their gags, cheering her on.
“I am the mighty Amazon, Curia,” she told the struggling man, “and I can not be contained by the likes of you.”