The scourge of every criminal in Falcon Haven City - the delectable detective Bl*ck Swann - is once again dressed for action and on a very important mission... getting her weekly shopping. Well, even crime fighters have to eat you know...

Having strode around her local supermarket dressed in thigh-high bl*ck leather boots, a bl*ck leather skirt, a bl*ck leather corset, bl*ck leather gloves and a white shirt, the beautiful brunette has created quite a stir amongst the store's customers.

Setting a few tongues wagging - not to mention quite a few pulses racing, the gorgeous gumshoe is c*mpletely oblivious to the fact that the emergency services are called out when one or two of the more elderly store customers require attention, as a result of witnessing the leather-clad champion of justice strutting around nonchalant in such sexy attire...

But Bl*ck Swann cares not for such frivolous matters, the courageous fighter of crime has to get her shopping home so she can get back to her relentless crusade for justice... and to get her favourite salted caramel ice cream away in the freezer before it melts.

However, as the avenging angel gets back to her car and starts to load her boot with heavy-laden plastic bags, she is accosted from behind and soon follows her shopping into the back of her own car as the door is slammed shut behind her and everything quickly goes bl*ck...

Awakening from her slumber, Bl*ck Swann's beautiful yet panic-stricken eyes sh*ot wide open when she realises she's been horribly bound from head to toe in a tight, strappado position.

Looking around frantically, the defeated detective cannot fathom how she got into this predicament but then suddenly realises she is in the hallway outside her own office!!! Whoever brought her here must've driven her here in her own car and used the keys to get inside.

But who would do such a thing?!?

Right now Bl*ck Swann has more pressing concerns as she begins a desperate struggle against her tight bonds. The cruel fiend or fiends have crossed her gloved arms behind her back and secured them painfully tight together at the wrists.

Ropes loop around her body, trapping her arms behind her back and another rope links this chest harness to a beam in the ceiling above her head. Her booted legs are lashed together at her knees and ankles so Bl*ck Swann can only shuffle a small amount as she wobbles precariously in this agonising position.

Her cruel captor ties another rope between her chest and her knees, causing the humbled heroine to bend forwards, pulling the rope attaching her to the ceiling taught. Finally, the dastardly fiends have wrapped duct tape tightly around her head, over her pretty mouth and around the rope linking her to the overhead beam.

As a result, her head is awkwardly pulled backwards so Bl*ck Swann can do nothing but glare helplessly out into the hallway, groaning as the air is filled with the sounds of her struggling and her leather boots rubbing together.

With various parts of her body being pulled in different directions, Bl*ck Swann's beautiful eyes roll over as she contemplates her horrible situation. Virtually unable to move, she is utterly helpless and can only grunt and groan as the tight tape gag muffles her cries for help.

The humiliated heroine tries to think who might have done this to her and why... could it be one of the cases she is working on? Perhaps someone is trying to warn her off? Could it be a recently released felon - someone she helped put behind b*rs and is out for revenge? Or perhaps it is the relative of someone she put behind b*rs? Perhaps it's some crazed fan of hers - a twisted secret admirer?

Whoever is responsible, given the number of enemies Bl*ck Swann has, the possibilities are endless...

Instead of worrying about who has done this to her, the captured crime-fighter decides to focus on trying to get free! But it is no use, she cannot budge any of the bonds around her wrists or arms and with the duct tape pulling her head back whilst the dastardly ropes both tug her body up, yet keep her leant forwards, Bl*ck Swann is in an awful predicament...

Unable to do anything but glare helplessly out as p*in racks her entire body, the gorgeous gumshoe wonders just how long she will have to stay like this and more importantly, what happened to all her shopping...???

"OH NO!!!" she thinks... "MY SALTED CARAMEL ICE CREAM.......!!!"

Bl*ck Swann; Bound & Bewildered