Blaze Fielding

Blaze: Blaze took a breath, realizing how drugged-up she was. Her whole body was vibrating. Her mind was fragmented, the images and ideas of her life exploded, all the pieces now drifting back to mental ground level where she was hurriedly trying to push them all back together. In there somewhere was a dim awareness that she was getting the fuck out of Edgemont. At last. END_OF_DIALOG

Blaze: Blaze didn't see it coming. She felt Mr. X slam his right fist into her gut. She gasped and flew back, severely winded by the power of his strike. She landed in a heap against the opposite wall, groaning to herself. “Fuck!” she hissed, feeling sick and dizzy at the same time. That was some punch. END_OF_DIALOG

Blaze: "Kikoshou!" Blaze screamed as Mr. X started bolting towards her. She summoned a blue fireball, then hurled it towards him. But he saw the move coming and hurled forth a purple fireball of his own. The two fireballs clashed together midway, canceling each other out. END_OF_DIALOG

Blaze: “Hey, fuck the monitors!” Blaze shoved her plate across the table, scattering the safety tableware and noodles. The rubbery plate fell to the cushioned floor, and bounced, but made hardly any sound. Attendants appeared as if by magic, but Blaze’s rage couldn’t stand any longer against the sedatives in her system. She slumped. END_OF_DIALOG

Blaze: Blaze made a quiet mewing sound and began to stir. After a few moments, she blinked open her eyes and tried to move. When she found that she couldn’t, her mouth opened. “Wh.. Where… What the fuck? What’s going on? Where am I?” She struggled against the metal restraints that held her down. Slumped. END_OF_DIALOG

Blaze: When Blaze reached the end of the circuit, she cried out in desperation. The doorway to Shiva’s office was still locked, and the panel shutters had been closed. She couldn’t even see through the window, so now she was completely cut off from Adam. Down below, the crowd of hungry factory workers roared. To her horror, she saw that some of them were scaling the walls, trying to reach the catwalk to get her. She screamed, feeling grasping fingers clawing at her bare feet from under the grille. She stamped down hard, trying to crush the fingers beneath her heels, but she only managed to succeed in weakening the metal grille, and a moment later it crashed downward, dislodged from the catwalk. END_OF_DIALOG

Blaze: Blaze’s mind whirled as she plummeted a level to the factory floor. She landed heavily on her front in a heap of metal and plastic debris, suffering a large gash on her left thigh, impaled by a piece of tubular piping. "SHIT!!" She cried out, unable to stand, now completely helpless as the crowd of thugs closed in on her from every direction, like vultures around a carcass. She grunted, felt clammy hands grabbing her lower legs, and she was dragged away from the debris, leaving a trail of blood that pumped rapidly from her open wound. The metal piping still protruded from it, and made a scraping noise against the hard floor as she was dragged. END_OF_DIALOG

Blaze: Blaze Fielding was one of three police officers, who quit the city’s corrupt police force in order to stop the crime that had plagued the city. She wanted to find out who was behind the crime. The woman wasn’t the only person who wanted to know that fact. There were two others, Adam Hunter and Axel Stone. After an exhausting battle, the trio discovered the mastermind, a man named Mr. X. They defeated the man in his own headquarters. Once he was defeated, peace suddenly returned to the city. With the task completed, Blaze moved out of the city and started a new life as dance instructor. END_OF_DIALOG

Blaze: “Hi-yahhh!” Blaze shouted as she took the air and delivered a jumping kick to the goon’s face, sending him crashing to the ground. The woman then stood up and grabbed a charging goon. She kneed him in the gut before she tossed him over her shoulder. END_OF_DIALOG

Blaze: Blaze enjoyed the fact that she was bashing Mr. X’s goons left and right. She couldn’t lie to herself. The woman missed the excitement of fighting. It was far more exciting than being a dance instructor. Sure, there were consequences, but the thrill of the fight was exhilarating. END_OF_DIALOG

Blaze: Blaze leapt into the air, landed, and threw another thug to the ground. The woman then turned around and was ready to take on someone else, but a sudden boom pierced the night. BANG! She stumbled backward. She looked at her arm and saw two darts. The woman realized that the bullet wasn’t meant for her as she saw Mr. X pointing his gun up in the air, but the darts had to be tipped with something as she felt incredibly drowsy and her appendages felt like a ton of bricks. END_OF_DIALOG

Blaze: “Ahhh!” Blaze grunted painfully. She wanted to kick and destroy the man, but her body was unreceptive to her own will. Instead, she was only able to allow the man fuck her pussy on the dirty street. Each thrust was like a dagger to her heart as she had never felt so humiliated and cheap in her life. END_OF_DIALOG

Blaze: Blaze wanted to bite the man’s dick off, but she sucked and licked it instead. The woman was pleasuring the tool of her archenemy while she played with her own clit. The woman was mortified, but she couldn’t stop it. Her body had betrayed her. It needed it. It wanted it. However, Blaze showed one last show of defiance as she spat out the man’s cock and rolled off the dumpster and landed onto crushed boxes that were about the same height as the dumpster. END_OF_DIALOG

Blaze: “Ahhh! Oh!” The humiliated woman moaned as her right hand reached between her legs and played with her clit while the man fucked her. After a few minutes, the woman gripped her own tits. The sensations inside her soon overwhelmed her as she simply gripped the table in order to prevent herself from sliding further and further up the table and away from his dick. END_OF_DIALOG

Blaze: Blaze immediately felt how cold and damp the air was. Her skin crawled with goosebumps and she felt her nipples harden. She was far underdressed, anyway. Instead of her regular street clothes or police officer's uniform, she had been wearing her fighting outfit, suited to the balmy nights on the city streets. A bright red tube top that started just above the swell of her breasts and ended well above her belly button showed off both her finely muscled shoulders and corrugated stomach. A mini-skirt, the same flaming red as her top, was all that covered her waist, ending just below her buttocks. END_OF_DIALOG

Blaze: In fact, Blaze realized she was exposed. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized she was bound, spread-eagled, to two support posts that ran between the floor and the ceiling. Her wrists were in manacles, connected by a thick rope to each post. Her ankles were likewise bound, forcing her legs apart. The pain was coming from having her limbs splayed out, she realized. How long had she been hanging here? She gave an experimental tug on the chains. They were heavy, but the manacles were not cruelly tight; given enough time she might be able to work herself free. But the unnatural angles of her arms and legs meant she couldn't get any weight behind her struggles. She tried to calm down, focus, force herself to think of a way out. But the pain, the chains, and the vulnerability she felt with her open arms and legs combined to send the first shivers of panic running through her body. Despite the cold, Blaze felt herself begin to sweat. END_OF_DIALOG

Blaze: "Your gang held the entire city hostage!" Blaze cried. "The cops you didn't buy you killed! I read your file before we started. I know what you've done, even before you joined up with Mr. X. So don't play the victim for me, lady. You can flash your eyes and shake your tits and it might fool some people. But I know who you are. Or is that why you're so upset? You had a nice little career singing, and running a cozy little whore house upstairs. Afraid you'd have to go back to stuffing bags of dope up your ass just to scratch by?" END_OF_DIALOG