The Enslavement of Metalyne
Chapter 1

The sun glistened off of the metallic form leaping nimbly from rooftop to rooftop. Metalyne, Heroine of Justice, made her way quickly across town. Metalyne was a mutant. Since the day she turned 14, she had the ability to control metal, to change it’s shape or consistency, and to make it conform to whatever shape she desired. She also developed a latent telepathic abilities, which usually manifested in a heightened danger sense. Since her 15th birthday, Metalyne had taken to using her powers to protect the people of her hometown and lately, things had not been well in her hometown. A rash of disappearances had struck the peaceful town of Oceanside, and the strangest thing was that all the victims were female.
Metalyne had been working on this case for almost a week now, ever since the Mayor’s call for aid had been sent out. As was her usual procedure, she covered her body in a sheet of adamntium, only her piercing green eyes and long red hair visible. The drawback to this was her lack of anything on underneath, leaving her 17 year old body quite revealed should she lose control of her powers. With the agility that 17 years of gymnastics classes gave her, Metalyne nimbly leapt from rooftop to rooftop. Her destination was Roosevelt Park, sight of the largest number of the disappearances.
As the trees of the park came into view, Metalyne had a feeling that something was very wrong here. For the last few days, since the Mayor’s daughter, Angelina, disappeared here, Roosevelt Park had been closed. Two police cars sat in front of the park entrance, lights flashing, both officers lounging against their vehicles. Metalyne leapt down to the park entrance, her red hair streaming behind her, and she nimbly landed between the two police cars. Reacting quickly, the two officers drew their sidearms, but soon lowered them as they recognized the young heroine.
“Ah, Metalyne, we were told to expect you. Go right on in. And, if there’s anything you need, just call!” one of the officers said, lowering his gun and smiling at the young heroine. The other officer watched as Metalyne entered the park, admiring the feminine form under the metal, “Damn, she’s got to be one gorgeous gal under that!” he thought to himself.
Metalyne slowly made her way down the path, her eyes darting left and right. Something still didn’t feel right here. Soon, she was to the Memorial Fountain, it’s waters bubbling happily. It was then that Metalyne noticed what was wrong, the park was deathly quiet. The only sound the fountain before her.
“My, my, my, look what I’ve found here!” said a deep bass voice behind Metalyne.
The heroine quickly spun around and before her stood a man. He stood about 6’ tall, with short black hair, a handlebar moustache, deep brown eyes, and, was about 40, the heroine guessed. At his side hung a coiled black whip and in his hands, he toyed with golden headband.
Metalyne smiled at the man, “And you are?”
“I am called, Mental Master. But you, my dear, may just call me MASTER” he said with a smile.
“I don’t think so, Mister. Now, this park is supposed to be closed, so, I suggest you leave”
Mental Master smiled, “Why would I want to leave, my dear? I’ve yet to acquire my newest slave”
It took a moment for his words to sink in, and Metalyne looked at him confused for a moment, “Slave? YOU’RE the one responsible for the disappearances, aren’t you?”
Mental Master applauded, “Very good. And now, it’ your turn to disappear.” And with that, he pulled the whip from his waist and cracked it at Metalyne.
Confident in her defenses, the heroine sent a barrage of small metal fragments towards Mental Master. To her shock and amazement, when the whip cracked against her armor, it shattered to dust. Naked and confused, Metalyne quickly leapt behind the fountain.
“Ah, my dear, now you see. I was waiting for you”
Not knowing what else to do, Metalyne shouted for help, hoping the cops outside would hear her. At the same time, she used her powers to grab the surviving shards of her armor and reform them into some type of protection/covering.
The two cops heard the heroine’s screaming, and pulling their guns, the began running down the path into the park. Meanwhile, Mental Master maid his way around the fountain just as Metalyne finished covering herself. “Ah, good. You intend to make this a challenge!” The whip cracked down again, but this time Metalyne was ready for it, and she leapt out of the way, over the fountain. As her flip completed, she landed squarely on her feet as the two cops arrived.
“Thanks God you’re here. That man is responsible for the disappearances!” she shouted to them, pointing a finger.
The two officers pointed their weapons at Mental Master and the one on the left, the one who had admired Metalyne’s body earlier, spoke, “OK buddy. Hands in the air and drop the whip. You’re under arrest!”
“ME, under arrest? I think not. Hold down my slut, won’t you boys?” Mental Master said, flashing that smile of his again.
With blank looks on their faces, the two officers quickly turned towards Metalyne, their guns falling to the ground, and grabbed her body, shoving her to the ground. Metalyne struggled against them, but they were too strong for the young heroine.
“What… have you done to them?”
“Nothing my dear. I simply entered their simple minds and now they follow my commands.”
“Why?”
“Why my dear? Because I desire you. And they were going to interfere in my plans. So, now they help me. And if they are REAL good, I may let them enjoy you as well!” With that, the whip cracked down again and the remaining pieces of metal covering Metalyne’s body crumbled to dust.
“No! Let me go!” the heroine shouted, struggling against her captor.
“Ah, such a beautiful young thing. And from what I hear, a virgin too. You will be a perfect addition to my collection, my dear. First, however, we must break that wild spirit of yours. Boys, spread her.”
Metalyne’s body was forced into a spread-eagled position, her back brutally ground into the dirt beneath her. She looked at Mental Master as he came near her, the handle of the whip running up and down her young body. “Exquisite. Yes, I shall enjoy breaking you very much, Slut.”
Metalyne spit into the face of Mental Master. In response, her slapped her across the face. As her head reflexively went to the side, she noticed the guns of the two officers still laying on the ground. A glimmer of hope came to the heroine as she used her powers to float the guns into the air and point them both at her captor. As the guns prepared to fire, Mental Master looked at the officer on the left, who instantly leept into the air. The guns fired, and the officers head exploded and the .38 caliber shells struck him point blank. The dead cop’s blood splattered all over Metalyne’s naked body.
See what you’ve done now? You killed that man. Such a foolish young girl.”
Metalyne stared at the corpse in horror and shock. Then she looked at her captor, “You bastard!”
Mental Master reached down and pulled the golden headband from his belt. Two blue lights were in the center of it and it was otherwise undecorated. “Now, since you’ve made so much noise, I’m forced to use this.”
Mental Master put the headband on Metalyne’s head and her eyes suddenly glazed over, all thoughts of resistance gone. He looked at the other cop, “Go get your car” and with a nod, the officer obediently left.
“Now Slave, who am I?”
Metalyne’s soul rebelled, but, obediently and mindlessly, she answered, “You are my Master.”
“And what are you?”
“I am you slave. A whore who exists only to pleasure you Master.”
“Very good. Now, my new Slave. Are you a virgin?”
“I am Master.”
“Wonderful. Spread your legs Whore.”
As Metalyne obediently spread her legs for Mental Master, he removed his hard cock from the confines of his pants.
“Beg for it Slut. Beg me to take your cherry.”
Deep within herself, Metalyne struggled against the commands of the headband, but the struggle was futile. As a single tear fell from her green eyes, the heroine looked at Mental Master and in a voice filled with passion and desire, begged, “Please Master. Take my virgininty. My pussy needs to feel you inside me. Complete my existence and make my body yours.”
As she finished, Metalyne felt an intense pain radiate from between her legs as Mental Master quickly penetrated her tight pussy. “Oh, yes Slut! You are so wonderfully tight!”
Ignoring her screams of pain, Mental Master continued using Metalyne, brutally assaulting her no longer virgin pussy. As he continued stroking in and out of her, the headband triggered intense pleasure in the girl, causing her to moan and writhe beneath her capture, reaching multiple orgasms in a matter of minutes. Finally, with a grunt of pleasure, Mental Master exploded deep within Metalyne, his cum filling her womb and flowing out the sides. As he pulled out of the heroine, the officer obediently arrived in his patrol car.
Mental Master looked at the officer, “You have killed your partner and will turn yourself in.” The cop nodded as Mental Master ordered Metalyne into the back of the car. As he closed the driver’s door behind him, he handed Metalyne a necklace of blood-red crystals. “You will wear this at all times, is that understood?”
Metalyne nodded as she put the necklace around her neck and felt the bloodstone crystals negate her powers.
“Now, remove the headband slave”
Metalyne removed the golden headband and felt control return to her body. She futily tried to remove the necklace as well as use her powers to escape. After a few moments, the events of the day overwhelmed her and she began crying. Mental Master responded with maniacal laughter as he drove the patrol car through the crowded city streets, lights and siren blazing, and Metalyne’s body exposed for anyone who cared to look to see.