Phaia Jacobs and Skytower
It was nearly midnight as Phaia surveyed the roof of the Constellation hotel. It was not the first time she had skulked around a rooftop at midnight, but this was not like all those other times. Then she had been in search of a story for her newspaper or-rarely-tracking a criminal. This time was personal. Phaia was sure that somewhere in that building lay the answers to her questions. Her questions about her existence. Questions that had haunted the young woman for most her life; girl, teen and woman. Phaia had lost her parents when she was a little girl. At eight she had watched their coffins lowered into the ground. Without them Phaia had no answers. There was no one to tell her why she was stronger than most women, why she didn't seem to age the same way, why-after she hit puberty-had her sexual feelings been far more intense than they should have been. If a man or woman merely brushed against her full breasts the feelings could send Phaia into a state of arousal that was mortifying to the young teen. She had seen a doctor about it and he had nearly reported her to the D.E.A. It had taken some fast talking and the switching of a blood sample for Phaia to escape that. Even though many of her father's friends had been superheroes, and even some supervillains had been known to like him, Phaia wanted nothing to do with that life. The Department of Extraordinary Affairs would have drafted her into that freakish world of costumes and shadows. After her father's funeral the costumed adventurers she had called aunts and uncles had vanished from her life. It had taken Phaia a long time to get over the sense of betrayal that had generated.
Phaia looked at the hotel again, this time through a pair of high-powered binoculars. The Constellation Hotel had been built in 1922 by Theodore "Pain Killer" LaGracia. For most of the 1920's it had been a center of gangster activities. In the 1930's and 1940's it had served as a training base for OSS intelligence operatives. The decline of the hotel in the 1950's and 1960's had been halted briefly by urban renewal programs but by the 1980's it had become a crack house. In the mid 1990's the hotel was taken over by ICE and was now a base for various criminal operations.
Phaia didn't like part of that. She had crossed paths with International Criminal Enterprises months earlier. Working undercover Phaia had managed to get the goods on a white slavery ring, a ring that was run by ICE's Peaceful Crime Division. The results from that story had killed three political careers and were forcing the mayor to do a lot of political dancing. It had put four ICE operatives in jail including a senior level supervisor. As a rule ICE didn't seek vengeance, at least not the PCD part of ICE, but to break the ring Phaia had gotten close to the senior level supervisor, too close really.
But the woman was dead. ICE operatives either killed themselves or were killed if they were ever caught. Phaia had been in the prison when the fire had broken out. There had been no way Ming could have survived.
The rooftop of the Constellation hotel was a beautiful example of Art Deco architecture. Spires of stone reached toward the sky at each corner and bellow them geometric designs gave the place a mathematical beauty. The rooftop had been designed for dirigibles to anchor. It was now divided between a glass-encased greenhouse/restaurant and a swimming pool. Except for one guard the pool was deserted. Phaia watched him closely. He was wearing a black suit and there was a diamond shaped patch on his shoulder. A gun was strapped to each hip. As he moved she moved her view and caught sight of the security camera.
Phaia put down the binoculars and picked up the building plans. Tom Stankowski had come through for her as he always had, getting her the OSS blueprints to the place. Most of the secret ways in and out were bricked up, but no one had bothered about the roof hatch that led to a shaft that went down to Pain Killer's old office. That was her way in.
Phaia put down the plans and picked up the air gun. One advantage on not living in Metropolis or New York or Gotham was that no one really paid attention to the skies. They weren't looking for Superman, Batman or any of the other costumed types. At least she hoped they weren't.
She fired the bolt and watched as it silently sailed through the air and imbedded itself into the stonework of the Constellation's façade.
The security guard instantly came alert and spoke into his radio. Lights came on in the pool and on the roof. Phaia pulled further back into the shadows of her roof. The Constellation was surrounded by a combination of new office buildings and old apartment buildings. The city was reforming itself around the old hotel and Phaia guessed that in another few years all of the lower income dwellers would be gone. But that would be then. Now the apartment building whose roof she was one had no security. What it had most nights was lovers, addicts and street people. It was a safe place for someone like Phaia and because it was the type of place it was the ICE security guard didn't look too closely at it.
Phaia was wearing a black jumpsuit with boots and a leather jacket. Her blonde hair was held under a black cap. After a few minutes the guard gave some sort of signal and the lights went out again.
Phaia breathed a sigh of relief and then put the building plans into her pocket. A flyer fell out of the map and Phaia gazed at it. This was the real reason she felt that the answers to her life would be in the hotel. The woman in the card was her. A complete copy except for her eyes, Phaia's eyes were blue, the woman in the shot had brown eyes. But she had the same figure, and that figure was pretty much on display. Phaia was not a tall woman, but she was solid and her breasts and hips were full. Depending on the style of bra she could go from a B cup to a D cup comfortably. Though she could not see all of the woman's breasts Phaia guessed that like hers they had soft tan aureoles and sharply tipped nipples. But what really got Phaia's attention was the mark on the woman's thigh. The letter 'P' in a triangle. Phaia had that same mark on her thigh. The woman was lying in tall grasses and gazed seductively from the photo. The caption read 'Wild Green wants your body'.
Phaia attached her safety harness to the rope and began to propel herself along the cord. The cold wind grabbed at her but the rope held and she moved quickly across the street. The sounds of the city at night reached her and the smells from the restaurant mixed with the Chinese take out place on the corner. Prime steak and chicken fingers almost made her mouth water.
Once into the shadows of the Constellation's roof she un-hooked her harness and peeked over the edge. The guard was walking back and forth and the security camera was moving as well. Phaia watched them until she knew their pattern. In the background she could hear the water lapping against the sides of the pool, driven by the wind, and the sounds from the resteraunt. When they were far enough away she slipped quietly onto the roof and made her way around the pool.
The original design had called for a mermaid fountain to be there. It was gone and instead there was a large potted plant. Phaia slipped from shadow to shadow until she reached it. For a moment her heart stopped as she spotted a lens in the plant. But as her eyes focused on it Phaia realized it was just a disposable camera someone had thrown away. For a moment she let the excess tension bleed out of her body. Then she started to feel around the plant. Looking down Phaia saw that the plant rested on a stone slab. Near the edge of the slab was a rusty metal ring. Prying it up with her fingers Phaia gave an experimental pull. She felt the stone move slightly.
Checking on the guard Phaia took hold of the pot and tilted it up enough to reach under it. Then she placed her hand under it and slowly lifted. The plant was heavy, she could feel the rough concrete pot even through her gloves, but she lifted it up an inch. Holding it she tested the ring again. It didn't move. With her arm starting to ache from the effort of holding up the pot Phaia felt around the edge of the stone. She felt a hollow point and her fingers found a latch. She pulled it and the stone started to pivot away from her. For a wild moment Phaia juggled the plant and tried to stop the slab with her foot. She managed it and set the pot down on the slab. The slab had opened enough to reveal a shaft that led down into darkness. Try as she might Phaia was not able to see too far even with her powerful eyes. What she could see was ages old cobwebs and ladder rungs set into the shaft. She reached down and grabbed one. It was solid. The walls of the shaft were brick.
Easing herself into the shaft Phaia braced her feet and slowly pulled the slab shut above her. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small flashlight. The beam from the flashlight only showed her more ladder rungs and more cobwebs. A breeze of musty air rose from the shaft.
Phaia started to climb down. Her own breathing echoed in the shaft and was the only sound she could hear. When she had gone down about five feet Phaia stopped and aimed the flashlight down the shaft again. She still didn't see anything but this time things happened. The ladder rungs she was on suddenly started to draw back into the bricks. Phaia pulled her fingers out of the rungs just before they would have been trapped. The rungs beneath her feet pulled in to the wall as well and Phaia would have fallen if she hadn't braced her feet and hands against the side of the shaft. A thick black smoke started to rise toward her. At the same time the temperature in the shaft shot up and so did the humidity. Water started to form on the brick and Phaia found her grip failing.
Phaia grabbed a breathing unit from her belt and stuck it into her mouth. Then she started to climb. The black smoke enveloped her and burned at her eyes and nose. Phaia managed to get a few inches up the shaft but the smoke was starting to hurt even with the breather. Deciding to take a chance Phaia pulled her arms and legs together and let herself fall. If the plans were right she had only twenty feet.
It only took a half of a minute for Phaia to realize that the plans were wrong, or at least out of date. She kept falling and as she fell the cobwebs became nets and they wrapped themselves around her ankles and legs. When she cleared the smoke Phaia looked down and saw that the nets that held her legs had weights attached. Reaching into her pocket Phaia found her knife and started to try and cut her legs free.
She never got the chance. Phaia landed on something and realized it was a slide. She slid down and just as she was about to fall blinding lights came on. Phaia was ready for the impact of a solid floor, not the ice cold water that greeted her. The impact knocked the breather from her mouth. She got a breath just before the weights pulled her under. Bending in the water Phaia tried to cut her legs free. The ice cold numbed her hands and body, but it thrilled her nipples. They turned rock hard and pressed against her bra.
Phaia hit the bottom of the pool and braced herself. She launched herself up, abandoning the idea of freeing her legs until she got another breath of air into her lungs. She managed to break the surface and the sight that met Phaia's eyes stunned her enough to make her forget about breathing. Jumping into the water were doubles of her. At least five of them; they were naked and carrying chains. They reached Phaia just as the weights started to drag her back under the water.
Phaia tried to fight back but her doubles were as strong as she was. They reached for any part of her body, tearing at her clothes and then tearing her clothes as they sought a hand-hold. Her arms were grabbed and forced behind her back. Two of her sisters dove beneath her and attached a pair of manacles to her ankles. The metal was actually colder than the water. A brank was forced around her neck, holding her head in place.
Phaia's body rebelled against her circumstance. Even as her lungs were screaming for air her breasts were responding to the groping they were getting. Phaia's mind was still working and she saw the differences in the doubles, their eyes were brown, not blue. The eyes were also dazed and lifeless, despite what they were doing.
When her arms and legs were secured the doubles dragged Phaia to the surface and over to the edge of the pool. Working together like ants they lifted her out and dumped her onto the rough concrete. Phaia tried to look around but the collar on her neck made that impossible. One of her doubles forced a ball gag into her mouth. The rest tore at her clothing, tearing it from her helpless body. They tore away her lock picks even as she was reaching for them.
"MMMPPPFFFFNNOOOOOOOOoooooMMMFF!!!!!!!" Phaia tried to shout the protest through the ball gag but failed. The thing was as big as a tennis ball and her jaw ached from it already.
Suddenly she heard the tapping of a cane and looked up to see Dr. Vitro and a slight Asian woman coming toward her. Phaia's blood froze. Dr. Vitro hadn't aged at all from the photos she had, photos that went back at least twenty-five years. But the woman beside him was the true worry. Ming Lai-mai was the woman behind the white slavery ring. The woman Phaia had gotten close to. Never close enough to satisfy her, but close. Now Phaia lay shivering in the cold air, her wet body fully exposed and her limbs chained and her voice silenced. Ming walked over to her and Phaia's doubles held her down.
Ming smiled as he knelt down. With one hand she stroked Phaia's breast and with the other she pressed a chloroform soaked cloth against her face. Ming kept smiling as Phaia's mind melted into confusion and darkness. The feel of the woman's hand on her breast was the last thing Phaia felt.
Phaia Jacobs's mind floated in a cloying haze of chloroform as she lifted herself out of slumber. The sleep had not been restful. It had been a chemically forced oblivion. Phaia's eyes fluttered open and she shook her head to try and clear it. She tried to wet her lips and realized that her mouth was spread wide. Her tongue played over the thick part of a gag. It had been thrust deep into her mouth like a thick hard cock.
"MMMpppFFFHHhhhh!!" Phaia tried to speak but failed.
Now fear spurred her mind into action. She began to realize her surroundings. Phaia looked around and saw that she was in one of the rooms of the Constellation hotel. She was lying on a bed; bound to it. A collar around her neck was attached to a strap that went down her back and held her wrist just above her waist. A strap was attached to the collar as well and that ran under the bed. Most straps at her ankles and knees held Phaia's legs open. She knew all of this because one of the first things she saw was a mirror mounted above the bed. Revealed in the mirror was Phaia's helpless nude body. Phaia was not a tall woman but she had a great body. She had a pair of full breasts, a flat stomach and muscular legs. Phaia looked around from right to left. The walls were done in rich red Victorian wallpaper. To her right against the same wall as the bed was a sunken bookshelf. Across from her was a large wooden bureau. Next to that was an overstuffed red Victorian lounge. Across from her was a single door. To the left of the door was a round table. Seated at the table where her captors. Phaia ignored them for the moment; they were a known quantity. Beside the table was a floor to ceiling mirror framed by deeply carved mahogany wood. Beside that, just to Phaia's left was a set of double doors and a small door. An open doorway led to another room that she couldn't see.
"MMMpppFFFHHhhhh!!" Phaia tried again to speak. She pulled at her bonds but they seemed made of some unbreakable material. Phaia was stronger than a normal woman, simple fabric straps and leather would not have been able to hold her.
"There is no use in your struggling Phaia." Dr. Vitro said. "You have been injected with a muscle relaxant, your strength for the moment is that of a normal woman."
"But please struggle." Ming said. "I have waited long to see your body like this." Phaia arched her body in protest and suddenly realized that there was a TV behind the table. A Pink Floyd video played and the song 'The Wall' sounded from the speakers. "If you had given me this view before Phaia we could have been very happy together."
"She was never designed to be happy, she was a prototype." Dr. Vitro said. He stood up and walked over to the bed. He was a short man with a bald head and a beak of a nose. Little gray eyes looked coldly at Phaia.
Phaia again tried to break her bonds and again failed. She felt weak and was beginning to truly feel fear.
"She was your great achievement." Ming said.
"She is the first of many." Dr. Vitro said. "You may have one, two or even three of her if you wish."
"Calm." Phaia thought. "Stay calm, breathe slowly."
"I want her, I want her kneeling at my feet and acknowledging me as her mistress above all." Ming said harshly. "I want her to feel the whip and thank me for it."
Phaia shook the hair out of her eyes. The situation was more than dangerous it was deadly. Ming Li-Mau had more reason to hate her than any other person on the planet did. To get the goods on Ming's white slavery operation Phaia had flirted with the woman, taking advantage of Ming's desire for her body. She'd teased the woman mercilessly. The tactic had worked but Phaia never forgot the pain in Ming's face when they arrested her. The way she had looked at Phaia The woman was evil, she had destroyed hundreds of lives, but Phaia had never wanted anyone to look at her that way again.
But there was more danger than just Ming. Phaia had battled doubles clones? Of herself. The only difference was their brown eyes and how lifeless those eyes had seemed. There was more than one of her. As impossible as it seemed there were others of her others twins copies. Phaia could not get that thought out of her mind. Her skull still buzzed and she was having trouble concentrating.
Pink Floyd stopped playing and the Moody Blues started to perform 'Knights in White Satin'.
"For years I thought you were dead." Dr. Vitro said loosing control of his voice as he spoke. "For years and years and YEARS! You, the best of my work, the ultimate woman! How I cursed the accident that killed your parents!"
Phaia stayed calm as he bent over and pulled the gag out of her mouth.
"You never even knew what you were!" Dr. Vitro scolded her almost sadly. "What you were meant to be!"
"Wha what are you talking about?" Phaia demanded licking her lips. The gag had left her mouth dry.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Dr. Lance Vitro," Phaia said calling up the facts from memory "Italian, born may 7, 1922. A child prodigy"
"I am perfection!" He shouted. "PERFECTION! I was born in 1820 not 1922! And through all of my life I was either perfect or I made myself perfect! I rolled through colleges and universities like you would go through a salad! Before your father was born I mapped the human genome! I am mankind's evolutionary path!"
"You knew my father." Phaia said treading carefully. She was fighting her way through the drug and it wasn't easy. He was insane, she was sure of that, but she was helpless. The straps and cuffs cut into her circulation and she shifted a bit to try and get more comfortable. In many ways it was so frustrating, she was closer to the answers than she had ever been.
"He was a good man." Dr. Vitro said. "Physically fit, emotionaly stable, a brilliant mind. And your mother was his perfect match."
"Yes he was a good man." Phaia said carefully. If she had any hope of getting out of this it was to play on Dr. Vitro's friendship with her parents. "He believed in the truth. I uncovered this past week an article he did that uncovered the lies being told about your work in Germany."
"They were not lies." Dr. Vitro said. "But that article helped me greatly at the time."
"You lied too my father and manufactured the evidence too clear yourself?"
Dr. Vitro laughed softly.
"Good as your father was he could be fooled, especially by someone who was a guest in his house, who could administer the proper drugs to cloud his mind and hypnotize him."
"But you stayed with him." Phaia said. A dreadful certainty was growing within her. "After you were cleared. You helped him and my mother "
"I helped them very much to help me."
"You are the one that made me!" Phaia almost whispered the words. "My god! You weren't just helping them to conceive, you were making me from the ground up!"
Dr. Vitro nodded.
"When I decided that your parents were near prime material I realized that I had in my hands the solution to my problem."
"Wh Why did you betray his trust if he befriended you?"
"Because I am perfect. I needed a perfect mate." Dr. Vitro said. He was perfectly calm. "Besides, I did not betray him. I helped him. He and his wife could have no children until I helped them. Nightly I did the cooking, and nightly as they enjoyed a drugged sleep I altered their genes so that they would produce you. You were meant to be the start."
"I am not perfect. Just different."
"No, you are not perfect. Prototypes are never perfect. But you are a start."
"Start of what?"
"If your parents had survived you would have had many sisters." Dr. Vitro said. Phaia suspected that he would tell this story whether or not anyone was in the room with him. "Each one better than the one before. From them I would have chosen my perfect mate."
"All looking like me?"
"Yes. It was a project worthy of my genius. I remember your parents lying there helpless, your mother's body, very much like yours. She was as beautiful as you are now. Your mother would have had at least ten children."
Phaia closed her eyes tightly for a moment but a tear escaped. She always cried when she thought of her mother, and now she could feel a burning anger as she realized the rape of both her parents.
"You will press on where fate denied me of her." Dr. Vitro said oblivious to her pain.
"Well I have bad news for you." Phaia growled trying to use her rage against the drug. "I never have a period and from past physicals I am sterile."
He placed a hand on her stomach and Phaia tried to twist away.
"I know. Your medical records made for some interesting reading. But I can fix what is wrong within you easily, since I was the one who broke it."
"Fi fix what's wrong?"
"A small chemical switch, a gene I put in so that while you might have other lovers, only I would be able to give you a child."
Phaia swallowed hard as she remembered the first time that the doctors told her that she was sterile. She'd cried herself to sleep for almost a month.
"Why not just use the ones you got?" Phaia demanded trying to bury her hate and think.
"They are clones. I had hidden away stores of your mother's eggs and fathers sperm before I went to prison. But they are defective for some reason I have not been able to discern. After a month, two at the most their brains die. Even before that I can only get minimal mental activity from them."
"But they have their uses." Ming said getting up from the table. Behind her the music changed to the Beatles. "They make excellent prostitutes."
"Now that is cruel Ming you know I dislike the Beatles." Phaia said, blushing at the word. It was a petty shot but it was all she had. Ming just laughed at her.
"Why the mark on my thigh?" Phaia demanded.
"To identify you. You were to be the first of many after all."
"I knew that the Wild Green card would get you here." Ming said. "I hope it caused you embarrassment at work."
Phaia's arms were going numb from the enforced bondage and she shifted her weight.
"It didn't." She said. "They could see it wasn't me. Wild Green has brown eyes. Several of my co-workers did want to know what model was used for the cut and paste"
"Yes the eyes, a sign of the defect." Dr. Vitro said. "But now that you are here I will correct it."
"And they will not have brown eyes for long." Ming added. "Not after this plan has moved onto the next phase.
Phaia's eyes narrowed as Ming Moved closer to the bed. She had never seen the Asian woman so smug.
"People are gonna ask questions if I disappear or just suddenly turn up working in a brothel." Phaia said. "Someone will recognize me here."
"The people who come here don't talk." Ming said. "And that is not the plan. I wouldn't do all of this just to turn you into a whore."
"So why?" Phaia demanded.
"ICE has a very good intelligence service Phaia. When I transferred to the R&D Division I used it on you. It was interesting to read of your affair with Major Storm."
Phaia gulped in surprise. Her affair with Stan had happened in college, so long ago, before he became a full time superhero. It had lasted long enough for her to realize that Stan didnt like liberated women.
"The cia doesnt even know about that." Phaia said.
"International Criminal Enterprises predates the CIA." Ming said. "And when a CIA operative, who knows much about the OSS, has a son in college who exhibits super powers... well that is what ICE R&D keeps track of." She smiled. "It was very nice of Tom Stankowski to help you get the plans for this place wasn't it?"
"Yes it was." Phaia agreed.
"He looks upon you as a daughter." Ming said. "I'm sure he'll be quite surprised when you seduce him."
"Se Seduce him? No. You aren't serious One of the clones I thought they weren't smart enough for that sort of thing"
"They aren't yet." Dr. Vitro said.
"This is the plan Phaia." Ming said. Her voice turned coldly professional as she spoke, but her eyes held anger and hatred. A plan that took me many long months to get ICE's approval on, and I only got that after I found Dr. Vitro in Arkham Asymlum. After I escaped from prison."
"I don't know how you survived." Phaia interrupted her. "I heard ICE was enough upset they had issued a cancel order on you"
Dr. Vitro took a metal ring from the floor and placed it on Phaia's head. She tried to twist away from him but she was helpless to do so. The band was an inch wide, made of shiny metal and was very cold.
"Only if I remained in jail." Ming said. "I escaped. That is one of the benifits of working for the Peaceful Crime Division of ICE. Of course my seniority was gone, and my life savings and everything I had spent my adult life working toward. All because I let myself love you."
Ming reached over and took hold of one of Phaia's nipples. Phaia squirmed. She was hot, despite of, or perhaps because of, the bondage. She arched her back as Ming's fingernails pinched and twisted her nipple. It was hard but she didn't make a sound.
"But again, that is over now. I transferred to R&D, found Dr. Vitro and together we drafted a new plan, a plan that should earn me a new place of respect in ICE."
"Lo Love me you had a weird way of showing that" Phaia said as Ming continued to abuse her nipple. "What plan?"
"You never let me touch you," Ming said, ignoring her question. "you teased me with your body and stole my files as I slept."
Phaia felt her body tingle from the sensation of the pinch and twist of her nipple. It turned her on no matter that she was trying to fight her body. Ming released it and stepped back.
"You drugged me that night, filled me with wine and yet even then I could not have your body, even as you were stealing from me."
"You were selling girls into slavery." Phaia said. "Having them raped and some not much older then 12"
"Business. Nothing personal, just business."
Phaia glanced over as the door by the closet opened. Through a door walked a twin of herself; naked. She was followed by a giant of dark skinned man with a large hard cock jutting up out from between his thighs. Phaia's eyes widened at the metal band around the twin's head. A band that matched the on her head.
"This is the plan Phaia." Ming said following her eyes. "The device on your head will make a copy of your mind, your personality, but it will be completely loyal to us. The clone will take over your life. She will find Major Storm, seduce him and bring his sperm back to us. The sperm of a superhero will be highly treasured by ICE R&D."
Phaia struggled against her bonds as the mindless duo walked over to the bed.
"And then, once we have enough, the clone will dump him and seduce others." Ming said smiling. "Every male and female superhero she can. Phaia Jacobs will become the slut of the superhero world."
"From males you will collect sperm." Dr. Vitro said. "From females you will gather eggs. Soon I will again have the means to create a perfect mate."
"Bu But they wouldn't " Phaia started to protest but it died in her throat. Phaia knew there were many heroes and heroines that had made subtle advances toward her over the years.
"Of course the clones will still not last more than a month or two." Dr. Vitro said. "So you will be kept here, alive so that we can re-copy your mind again and again."
"And again." Ming added. She let her fingers run down the dark mans body to his cock. Phaia's eyes widened, as the erection became even larger and stiffer. It was almost as thick as a tennis ball and it wasn't done growing!
"And I will be hear to keep you company at times." Ming said. "I have such plans for you Phaia, you are still a woman I would love. You just need to be trained."
"Trained?" Phaia demanded and she guessed it was the last time for a while that her voice would have any defiance in it. Ming leaned over quickly and stuffed the gag into Phaia's mouth.
"Trained." Ming laughed as Phaia failed to stop her from putting the gag in.
"MMMPPPHHFFPPHH!!" Phaia protested. This time she could swear that it thrust its end deeper into her mouth. Parting the back of her throat and making her breathe through her nose.
Ming stepped back and the man stepped forward.
Phaia tried to wiggle as she caught a whiff of the musky scent of the pre-cum that glistened on the huge head of the cock. Then her eyes widen as she felt herself become moist and ready
"That will be later, in the weeks and months and years to come." Ming said.
"For now we must begin." Dr. Vitro said. "But for the copy to be completed your mind must be clear and full of energy. The energy of an orgasm."
Phaia strained against the straps as the man climbed onto the bed. The mattress sagged from his bulk. He reached out and his big dark hands covered her full golden hued breasts. She strained again, her resistance fading as he began massaging them. Phaia had no resistance in her as her body took over. It had always been that way. Nothing dulled her lust once it got started. She could feel the throbbing cock as it moved down her flat belly and pressed against her tight pussy.
The man grabbed harder at her breasts and pressed them together, at the same time he started to rub the shaft of his cock up and down the closed slit of her pussy. Phaia was wet now, soaked and helpless. She no longer wanted him inside her; she needed him inside her. She felt her nipples tremble and ache as her breasts were squeezed together. Phaia started and tried to pull away as she felt a feather on the soul of her foot. Ming laughed.
The man reached down and took one of her breast in his mouth.
"MMPPHHHPPHHHAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Phaia screamed through the gag. She tried to wriggle away as his hot tongue darted and curled around her hard nipple.
The man used his teeth to hold her nipple in place and shifted his body so that he lightly penetrated her.
Even through the lust Phaia tried to focus her mind too remember what she had been taught on staying calm and detached.
"MMMMMmppahFF!!!" She screamed again and Phaia spread her knees a bit more lifting her hips as the thick cock spread her tight pussy. The teeth on her nipple were a delightfully erotic touch of pain.
The man sat back and began to slap her breasts lightly as he teased between her legs, pushing in just a little and pulling back again. He never got far enough in to satisfy her and Phaia knew that was by design. He was revving her engine, pushing her body to respond.
Phaia fought to keep her mind focused as the cock only thrusted in a few inches into her tight hot vise of a vagina. It was getting harder and harder to think. The sex was eating away at her mind and her self control.
Suddenly the man fell on top of her, but instead of penetrating his whole body rubbed up and down against hers.
Phaia was barely aware that she was opening her thighs wider for the man. The air in her lungs was forced out of her as he pressed his body harder and harder against hers. His hard chest against her breasts made Phaia scream against the gag with what little breath she had left.
Phaia struggled to breathe. Her mind was consumed with breathing and the feeling of the man inside of her. Her nose flared with the effort to drag air into her bound body.
The man sat up again and started to massage her legs, squeezing them from ankle to thigh. Phaia trembled from the rough fingers on her silken skin. Out of the corner of her eye Phaia saw movement. Her twin was beginning to twitch and the band began to feel hot on her head.
The man charged into Phaia while her head was turned away, driving into her with everything he has and he nearly crushed her breasts in his zeal.
Phaia tried to focus on the phrase Major Storm had told her. To warn him of danger or trouble.
Phaia's eyes went wide as the man took what was left of her. Suddenly, savagely he started to thrust into her. Thrusting that huge cock completely into her in one massive shove as his fingers dug in to the flesh of her breasts for leverage. Phaia teeth bit down and she nearly gagged as more of the ball gag was forced into her throat as the gel inside reacted to her bite.
The man pulled in and out of her like a jack hammer, nearly breaking the bed as he pumped away.
Phaia moaned as she felt herself begin to quickly build to a climax, her body responding to the thrusting the ravaging a part of her even responding to the bondage. She felt it beginning, the energy rising up in her. She felt it and obeyed the call, arching her back a bit and lifting the man so that even more of him could reach into her.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPHHHHHH!!!" Phaia screamed, even as her mind tried to remember the code phrase. She hoped it would be transmitted into the clone.
The man gave one final thrust, sat up and then fell lifelessly to the floor.
Phaia groaned, her body still aroused and ready.
"Single use constructs." Dr. Vitro said.
"Many women like to make a man die after making love." Ming said.
Phaia's ears were ringing, her body trembled with leftover passion.
Phaia looked up in shock as she recognized her own voice. The clone was kneeling in front of Ming, an expression of complete servitude on her face.
"MMMppahahhFF!!" Phaia swore but she was ignored.
"Mistress, I am yours too command." The clone said.
"Tell me what is Phaia's deepest secret?" Ming demanded. "Your deepest secret?"
"My body is senstive." Phaia-clone said. "At times even underwear is arousing. I struggle with it almost all the time."
Phaia nearly broke her neck as she shook her head back and forth.
"Did she ever love me or did she just use me?" Ming demanded.
"MMMpahanNNoaahahPPHH!!" Phaia shouted.
"I found you attractive and in ways desirable." Phaia-clone said. "But you hated others too much. Though I did enjoy that one kiss we had even though I told you I didn't."
"What about my files? Did she turn them all over to the authorities or does she have some secret files of her own?"
"MMppahahGggRR!!!" Phaia pulled almost hysterically at her bonds.
"She turned all over she could confirm." Phaia clone said. "And yes I have my own files"
Phaia closed her eyes. Her secret files; filled with nearly twenty years of secrets. They were as open to Ming now as Phaia was.
"Tell me Phaia, what files do you have? Would they be valuable to me?"
"I have years of files from my days on street as a cub reporter. Dealers names and accounts, stoolies I sue for information, data I have complied on various heroes and villains."
Phaia felt tears escape her eyes. What was in those files would destroy lives. She had sworn never to tell anyone they even existed.
"Heroes and villains?" Ming asked the delight plain in her voice. "Perfect. Tomorrow Phaia you will make copies of those files and mail them to this address."
"There are many file cabinets full of data I don't keep much on my computer too easy to hack into these days." Phaia-clone said.
"We shall arrange to have them brought here."
Phaia sensed movement beside the bed and saw the dead man's body crumble to dust.
"This weekend we shall go over those files you and I. This is the sort of information that ICE R&D senior directors will be happy to learn."
Phaia turned away in despair. She looked back when she felt Ming's hand on her face. Then Ming reached down and played with her breasts.
"Phaia, you are still very sensitive, even after a rape like this?"
Phaia's eyes pleaded with Ming. If she had been able to speak Phaia would have begged.
"Yes mistress. I enjoy the feeling of helpless abandonment. I have in the past when I was captured a few times."
"Then let's make sure that your original has a nice night." Ming said handing the clone a pair of vibrating nipple clamps. "Put these on her."
Phaia tried pulling away as her clone placed the clamps on her nipples. But she was stunned when she saw the clone's eyes. They were blue now, the same shade of blue as Phaia's eyes.
The clamps bit hard and Phaia arched her back as her body responded. She saw Ming reach between her legs and felt her strap something to them. Something was placed against her clitoris and the straps were tightened.
Ming turned on the clitoral vibrator on at the same time the clone turned on the nipple vibrators.
"MMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPHHH!!!!" Phaia's body arched and trembled as waves of sensation played through her nipples and clit, dancing along her back and into her mind.
"Come Phaia, you shall tell me and friends of mine about these files, and any other secrets you have."
"MPphahahFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!" Phaia screamed and shook her head. But they ignored her.
"I know secrets about a lot of things even about ICE, mistress."
"I think I will come to love you more than ever Phaia." Ming said. "All of you."
After they left Phaia lay in her bonds, her body writhing and twisting with erotic torment. Through it all Dr. Vitro stood and watched, a smile on his face.
Phaia had struggled for what seemed like hours under the insistent buzzing of the clamps on her nipples and the vibrations on her clit. As she succumbed too orgasmic exhustion the mad eyes of Dr. Vitro were the last thing she saw. They followed her into her dreams. Phaia's dreams had been strange, pleasure and excotic pain mixing in a jumble of images... Stan as he held her up against a wall and they had powerful sex... The helpless abandonment of being taken by inhuman machines and how her body had thrilled for many days afterwards. Dancing archs of power in her... and then the nightmare... herself fucking a jumble of heros and heroines and ripping off their masks, destroying their lives.
Those dreams had whipped Phaia awake. Her eyes snapped open and she strained to move only to find herself held spread eagle upright her body held by an energy field. It pulled her body tight by her arms and legs, forcing her into a helpless 'X'. The position was painful. She could feel slim probes thrust into her anus and pussy and into her ears and hard tight clamps on her nipples. The energy field suddenly shifted and Phaia was raised to a different position, her body laying at sixty degrees. She felt the shift as she was lifted. The bands of energy around her wrist and ankles glowed blue, making her arms and legs feel numb. She pulled at them and daggers of pain knifed from the bands along her limbs and seemed to center in her groin.
She was in a different room. The walls, floors and ceilings were black. Not a shiny black, but a dull black that seemed to drink the light. It felt like a prison cell. The energy that held her came from a large round frame that was mounted above a glowing red platform. The frame was gold and filled with red and white lights that blinked on and off, mirroring the power that held her. Across from the frame the Phaia-clone sat at a table with Ming. Around them were the files that a lifetime of reporting had generated. Files that absolutely know one else but Phaia knew existed. Phaia's spirit quailed as she realized that her clone could tell Ming everything that was in the files and more.
"Good morning Phaia." Ming said smiling.
Phaia shook her pale hair from her face, it was about the only movement she was allowed and and lifted her chin defiantly.
"That depends on where one is"
"Well you haven't left the hotel yet." Ming said. "But you are not in a comfortable place."
"Then I will have to complain to the managment about the service and poor rooms"
"Tell me my dear are you scared, waking up and hanging there like that?" Ming asked the clone.
"I would be mistress, though also in someways aroused by the helplessness, but yes I would be scared"
"Really? Aroused? After all the times she turned me down when I offered to tie her up?"
"I think part of it is being caught and forced into it...aginst my will, mistress" Phaia Clone said. She was sitting submissively at the table, her body nude and her face serene.
"Well, then I should have done this long ago." Ming turned back to Phaia. "I love your files dear. So filled with secrets."
Phaia gulped down her fear as her eyes darted around the room, trying to see everything.
Ming held up a file.
"Like this one, Scarlet Witch using her powers to win at Vegas so that she can bail a drunken Wasp out of jail. So much fun to read. Tell me, was the Scarlet Witch drunk when she told you all this?"
"Its a rumor, unverified from a stoolie I know that had contacts in vegas... Most of what is in the files haven't been verified.
Ming turned to the clone.
"Is that the truth?"
"Yes mistress, but I chose not to follow up on that rumor"
"Because mistress, the Scarlet witch has done great good for the world but she isn't perfect no one is."
"Look at yourself Phaia, hanging there in the wrack." Ming picked up a remote control. "Do you see her? Your original played by the rules all of her life, see where it has gotten her."
Phaia-clone turned around and looked at Phiai.
"Yes mistress, I see the original me there."
"Watch her now and see what else her honor brings her."
Ming pushed a button and Phaia's eyes widened as the probe in her pussy started to expand.
"Wha... What are you doing Lau-mau, isnt it enough you have the files?"
"No." Ming said pushing another button. The probe in Phaia's anus started to expand. "And if you ever adress me that way dear I'll push these buttons in ways you can't even imagine!"
Phaia tried to arch her back but the energy field held her. Ming pushed a few more buttons and the probe in her anus stopped expanding, but the one in her pussy did not. It kept growing and Phaia groaned as the entrance to her womb was forced open.
"You can have all the clones call ya mistress as you want...but I wont!" Phaia said. She hoped that Ming would not realize that her vagina could handle a probe twice the size of the one in her now.
"You haven't earned the right to call me 'mistress'." Ming said.
The probe began to spin and Phaia tugged at the energy field again. She gritted her teeth as the probe began to thrust in and out of her.
"Now, clone dear, you can find that stoolie and confirm the story can't you?" Ming asked.
"Yes mistress. I never asked for the name to his friend in Vegas but I can find him."
"Good. Now what about this other file, tell me did the Joker really rape Wonder Woman?"
"No mistress he staged it, using a woman who looked like her, though the press all beleived it and I gave Wonder woman the proof she needed too clear that up."
Ming entered a new sequence into the remote and the probe between Phaia's legs suddenly expanded nearly to her capacity and turned hard. The shaft began to feel cold and the tip began to feel hot.
"Do you know how much that tape would have been worth to ICE?"
"I gave her a copy of the evidence mistress the orginal digital stream is in the file" The clone said. "I also know the names of the two goons who aided the Joker. They were never caught."
"AHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The cry escaped Phaia despite her best efforts. Her body was responding to the mechanical rape.
"Ah, good." Ming said. Phaia didn't know if she was talking about the tape or expressing satisfaction over the rape. "There is a long list of people in the Violent Crime Division of ICE that would like to watch that tape, even if it is not really Wonder Woman."
Ming stood up and walked over to Phaia. After a moment the clone stood up and followed her. Through the erotic torment Phaia watched them. Her clone was not completely nude, she wore a dog collar with a brass tag attached to it. The colors of the wracks energy field were reflected by the shiny collar.
"How far did the Joker get?"
"He managed to strip Wonder Woman of her costume and powers, but it was the two goons who raped her, the Joker raped the woman he posed as her. He planned to cut and edit the tape later to look as if he had overpowered and raped Wonder Woman, but in reality he hadn't. To him that would have been the joke."
"With that sort of convoluted thinking it's no wonder we don't want him in ICE." Ming said. She did something to the remote and the nipple clamps on Phaia's breasts began to contract and release. "How did he manage to de-power her?"
"He found a pair of ancient Greek bracelets." Phaia-clone said. "They were made by Greek magicians during their war with the Amazons. If the bracelets are placed over an Amazon's bracelets she looses all of her Amazon strength."
"Where are they?" Ming demanded.
"I have the bracelets in my files." Phaia said.
"Why keep them?"
"All information is valuable, and if Wonder Woman was ever mind controlled I would have a way to stop her."
"How noble." Ming said.
"There is another reason mistress. A secret reason."
"SHUT UP!" Phaia shouted.
"Speak." Ming said.
Phaia groaned as the rape continued. She was loosing the battle with her body and her clone was giving away her deepest secrets.
"I secretly like to wear them and imagine that I am Wonder Woman and helpless."
Ming laughed and Phaia had to fight to keep from crying.
"Look at your original there." Ming said. "Tell me what she is doing right now."
Phaia's body trembled, her full breasts were heaving as the clamps squeezed terribily, then realaxed and then squeezed again. The rape was on two levels and she was helpless on both of them.
"I would think I am trying to be smart mistress, I would be noting everything in the room, too the milliemeter, the sounds, the smells. Waiting a chance mistress"
"Well, that is because she still has a little hope isn't it?"
"Yes mistress the original me would still have hope." Phaia clone said.
"Well we can take care of that." Ming said. She pushed a button and Phaia felt the probes in her ears come to life. Barney the Purple dinosaur started to sing his theme song.
"I learned a long time ago that hope is fire that can be extinguished." Ming said. "It was a lesson taught to me in childhood."
Phaia grimaced as she heard the song. She hated that sweet, grating voice and the inane song.
"Mi... Ming that is cruel even for you." Phaia groaned. She was fast loosing the ability to speak defiantly.
"Tell me clone, she is turned on right now isn't she?"
"Oh yes mistress see how hard her nipples are, and her clit has thickened and extended and we both are very sensitive."
"So a part of her is really enjoying this?"
The clone nodded.
"Mistress I would be wet now and sercetly hoping for a hard inhuman ravaging in my pussy and ass."
"NOOO STOP! Stop telling her that damn you!" Phaia shouted enraged and appalled that her own voice was telling her deepest secrets.
"Well we can't have her enjoying a session too much." Ming said handing the clone a wooden yard stick. "Each time she cries out hit the bottom of her feet with this as hard you can."
Ming used the remote control and Phaia could feel the anal probe start to spin faster even as the probe in her pussy started to grow again. She cried out and the clone smacked the souls of Phaia's feet hard. Phaia managed to turn her next scream into a moan.
"I always told you I could give you the best of pain and pleasure Phaia. I just never said I could do it at the same time." Ming said. Phaia realized that Ming was standing beside her. Ming reached over and pinched her nose shut. Then she pushed the buttons on the remote, a remote that Phaia was begining to fear, and the nipple clamps started to pinch her faster and faster.
Phaia half growled in ther throat as she felt her body continue too respond to the stimualtion. The thrustsing probes in her ass and pussy seeming to go deeper each thrust and then the clamps on her nipples gripped hard, the cold making her nipples ache then the heat making them tingle.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" Phaia screamed and in the next second choked the cry off as the clone beat her feet.
"And just think Phaia dear," Ming whispered just loud enough for Phaia to hear over the Barney song, "when Dr. Vitro uses your mind to program another clone I'll have even more help."
Phaia shook her head in futile defiance.
"You see this clone is almost ready for her mission, to find and seduce and then dump Major Storm."
"Major storm is no fool." Phaia gasped.
"He's a man dear, once you have a grip between the legs they're all fools."
Ming held the remote in front of Phaia's face and pushed a few more buttons. Phaia felt the ridges and studds suddenly begin too thrust along her tender inner walls the hot tip of the probe pushing against the tight ring of her cervex. She strained weakly against the energy field but then thrust forward a bit as the orgasm took her. A long ragged moan tumbled from her lips. In the next second it became a sharp cry of pain as the clone hit her feet again.
"And once I'm through with your clone she'll be able to pleasure him like you could only dream of doing." Ming said releasing her nose.
Phaia could only gasp for air.
"Tell me clone, she's climaxed, would she climax again if we started this all over again?"
"Yes mistress. I would be very stimulated by now and aroused."
"Please shut up!" Phaia screamed.
Ming held the remote up in front of Phaia's face and pushed two of the buttons. Instantly the probes in her body pulled out of her.
"You get pleasure when I wish it Phaia." Ming said coldly. She looked at the clone. "Hit her."
Phaia shouted as the clone slapped the bottoms of her feet with the yard stick.
"And pain when I wish it." Ming said.
Phaia only grunted, she was beyond the point where she could talk easily.
"She's still defiant isn't she clone?"
"Yes mistress she is."
"Well... I wonder, clone, if you called Wonder Woman and told her about the evidence-the tape of the two goons raping her-and that the Joker had it, what do you think Wonder Woman would do? If she knew where the Joker was of course?"
"Well msitress there are several possibilities. Wonder woman would want too know how he got it, and was I sure, but in all likely hood she would attempt to retrive it."
"Now here is what I am thinking Phaia clone. You are going to call Wonder Woman and tell her that the Joker has you and it, and that you need help. She will come to rescue you, you will knock her out and deliver her to ICE. I know where the Joker is and I'm sure he will love to help." Ming turned to Phaia.
"You're going to help ICE capture Wonder Woman Phaia, and I'm going to play you a tape of her in one of these machines."
"Mistress I am no match for Wonder Woman."
"Besides she's too smart." Phaia said. "Wonder Woman isn't easy to catch."
"You won't have to be, the Joker, with ICE weapons, will be. And even if she defeats him, all she has to do when you are free is to turn her back on you. Chloroform, that wonderful equalizer."
"She does trust you after all."
"Yes mistress. She even arranged for me too have clearance at..."
"NO!" Phaia screamed even though she knew it was hopeless. "Stop! Don't say anymore!"
"JLA headquaters mistress." The clone said ignoring Phaia.
"Better and better." Ming said. "I have the beginnings of an idea, but this will take some time."
Ming held up the remote and pressed buttons again. Phaia grimaced as the machine started up again Her clit trembled as the nipple clamps squeezed and bit into her hard pink nipples."
"Damn you Ming!" Phaia whispered as her body responded.
Ming laughed and began to turn up the power. Phaia screamed as the probes began to thrust into her again and again, from the front and the rear. They were larger, harder and faster this time. Mings laughter mixed with Barney's singing as Phaia was dragged into an enforced sexual high.
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