Phaia Jacobs in

Dangerous Secrets - Part 2

"Webs of Pain and Pleasure"

By Phaia-Jacobs

And

Skytower

Time and truth were nearly the same to Phaia Jacobs. Both were measurable, both were in their way, rigid and set. Yet also both could be perceived differently and were malleable. Phaia had seen time travel, time slowed and stopped and had seen the truth molded to fit the need.

Now time was her enemy. As she lay there awake but with her eyes closed she knew exactly the time, a trick she had taught herself as a child. She had trained herself to know exactly the time to have something that was only hers. A child in foster care needed something and she had always been too smart for those that were her guardians. Knowing the time exactly had been her special secret told to no one. She had never written down the ability in any diary or told any friend.

So Phaia knew that it was nearly a week since she had been captured. A week where she had seen her self-control chipped away a little at a time. So she lay there helpless: bound to the bed her wrists behind her back, her legs forced open by a spreader bar. Special clamps buzzed on her nipples and her clit. They buzzed and Phaia's body responded. Her body ignored her efforts at self-control and denial, as it always had. It was growing more and more out of her control with each tick of the clock.

Phaia wished that she didn’t know how long it had been or how many hours and minutes had passed since she had fallen into the trap. She wished she could delude herself that it hadn’t been all that long. ICE and Ming were trying hard to confuse her; keeping her blindfolded and keeping her ears covered. Gagging her and changing the amount of time they let her 'sleep’.

But she knew and more Phaia knew that with each hour that passed more of the secrets she had striven so hard to keep for all the years-secrets that had come to her as a reporter-would be found. Found and used too destroy people’s lives. Destroy hope. It was almost that knowledge as much as the torture that was destroying her.

They had been using standard ICE techniques to try and break her. They tried to deny her a sense of time, tried to make her think it had been months not days since she had been captured. She was kept bound, strapped to the bed and her life was strictly controlled. Loud alarms too wake her up. She was kept gagged and a brank kept around her neck so that her head could be kept immobile. After the alarm woke her up a clone of herself would lead her too a shower and clean her there. The clone always wore one of Phaia's own outfits. The clone never spoke, she simply shoved and spanked her captive if Phaia did not do what she wanted her to do.

Part of her day was exercise, as she supposed any prisoner was allowed. But her exercise was different. Each day, after a humiliating cleaning in the bathroom, Phai was led down a hall to a large pool. It was the same one Phaia had fallen into when she arrived. She had spotted the chute she had fallen out of.

Her slave collar was removed and put to one side. Then a 100-pound weight belt was placed around her slim waist and she was then unceremoniously pushed into the water. Two more of her clones, naked, would jump into the water. One would hold her head above the water, using Phaia's hair to do so. The other would remove all of her bindings. Then she was let go. The two clones would keep her from drowning herself but that was it. If they thought Phaia wasn't working hard enough, not exercising, the clones would close in and one would hold her while the other slapped her face. Phaia found that she could swim a few laps, then kick in place to keep afloat, then swim a few more laps before her drug-weakened muscles gave out. Only when she was going down for the third time did the clones swim over and grab her. Once they deemed her weak enough from swimming she would be dragged out, held spread-eagled on the floor and roughly dried. Then her wrists were again bound to her sides, the brank replaced, the collar put on and she was led back too the bedroom.

Those were the times Phaia most watched what was going on around her. Even though she was dead tired Phaia still managed to take note of everything around her that she could. Particularly the males, and there were several, that came to watch her swim.

Once back in the bedroom, Phaia was strapped into a chair and blindfolded. Then she was force-fed baby food and milk from a baby bottle. What they didn’t realize was she could smell those that came in to watch the feeding. Twice it had been a specific male. One whose scent she would come to fully know. Phaia did not know who he was, but she knew his scent. If he came for enjoyment or for some other reason she did not know it. He never said a word.

After the meal Phaia knew that she would be chloroformed. She wished they could come up with something better the smell of the stuff had begun to make her sick. Her sense of smell was strong enough to

pick up the odor when it was carried into the room.

Each time she woke up in the energy ring. Held by forces invisible and to her invincible she would be raped by the machine. Ming operated the controls and the Phaia-clone stood by and told her the truth about how Phaia's body would respond. The clone would also tell Ming about the secrets in Phaia's secret files. As agonizing as it was for Phaia she still gleamed a few things. The extent of the transfer of her knowledge to the clone wasn’t complete. Nearly so yes, but there were nuances, aspects like how well trained in yoga Phaia had become. Certain ways she thought-her outlook on life-didn’t seem to transfer through or were at odds with the preprogramming the clone had gone through. It wasn't much but still it did give her a bit of hope.

Ming could be so cruel and yet her eyes held a desire. Even though she had the clone Ming wanted Phaia, wanted her as a willing slave. And Phaia knew that Ming was certain that Phaia would succumb to the torture sooner or later. So Ming used the probes thrust into Phaia's sex to force her to learn to use her inner muscles. To grip the simulated penis as hard as she could with the walls of her vagina and anal area. Ming wanted Phaia to become a sex toy. Ming wanted that more than she wanted anything else.

But Ming wasn't the only one who got to play. After Ming was done with her Phaia had to go through something worse. Trembling from the forced climaxes that Ming put her through Phaia was released from the ring. Too weak to fight back she was dragged into a bathroom. There she was prepared.

Twice now her hair had been dyed. First to a deep auburn shade and then to a raven black. Twice her nails had been polished and now she knew that each of those times she had been prepared for someone. By the time Phaia was strong enough to fight back the make-up session was over. She was gagged and blindfolded, her ears were covered with sound deadening cones. Then she was tossed onto a bed and her arms were bound behind her back, her legs were forced into a spreader bar at the ankles and the knees.

Then she was raped. Raped by a man, not a machine. Taken some times for a short while but then at other times longer. Twice now she had smelled the man again

Each time after she had been polished and her hair dyed. She knew now he was a meta of some type. He was big at least 6’5" and very strong and well endowed

and used her almost savagely. Raping her vaginally and anally the fist time for nearly 4 hours.

Phaia had gritted her teeth mentally and tried to play along with him, to entertain him, to make him believe she enjoyed his touch and how he used her. It was an easy deception because Phaia could not deny how her body was responding to him. Sex released chemicals into the bloodstream and into the brain. Chemicals that could leave someone feeling euphoric and she could feel her body beginning to crave the chemical more.

Then there was the second time with the male. She had been left un-gagged this time but Phaia could tell he arrived with a second man. She could smell them both. They had used her. Both at once. For hours and hours. For over 6 hours they had raped her. Forced her to use oral and she had complied. Phaia had tried everything she knew to seduce them to make them want to take her with them. She failed.

Phaia knew that as long as she was in Ming’s hands and Dr Vitros then she would loose. There would come a day when she would beg for Ming's commands. She also knew how ICE worked maybe even better the Ming. So she

used the only cards she had; her body, the sexual skills she knew and the act of being the proper little submissive slave. The question was how long would be an act?

They forced orgasms on her body while she slept. Phaia would wake up and know that something had been going on, even if there was no one near the bed. In all likely hood the food she was fed had chemicals that would aid the others in system.

Phaia’s mind fought to keep control of her body but she knew she was loosing. She was beginning to crave sex. She could feel it and knew that like any addict there would come a time she would do anything to keep that feeling. So Phaia knew she had to escape soon or she would loose.

Phaia's eyes fluttered open. The taste and smell of chloroform filled her mouth and nose. The after effects of the drug made her body and mind feel sluggish. She could see the lights above her were different. She struggled to set up and found that her wrists were bound to her thighs. Phaia looked down and saw that a set of black straps kept her wrists firmly at her side. Further down she saw that some sort of thick straps were attached to her ankles.

"Wake up Phaia." Ming said. "We can't start without you.

Phaia stood up, feeling the now-familiar slave collar chaff slightly. Her hair fell in front of her eyes and she saw that it was blonde again. Head still fuzzy she tried to stand and was rewarded with pain from her feet. Phaia fell back and rolled on the ground. Her feet were bound with Pony Trailers. Three straps forced her to stand nearly on her toes or heavy leather cut into her skin. Still Phaia was freer than she had been since she had been captured. She could still feel the drugs in her body that kept it from full strength, but with her martial arts training she could fight now.

And fight seemed to be what she was meant to do. Phaia was in a gymnasium. She was on a wrestling mat and around the gym were parallel bars, chin up stations, weights and a rock climbing wall. High up on one of the walls was a giant high definition television screen. On it Phaia could see her clone. The clone was dressed as a dominatrix. She had on a black leather bodysuit, one so tight it might have been painted onto her body. She also wore Black Canary's leather jacket. The Phaia-clone carried a bullwhip.

Black Canary was on the floor in front of the clone. She was nude and bound the same was Phaia was. The resolution on the screen was good enough for Phaia to see the puzzlement on Canary's face.

"Phaia?" Black Canary asked.

"What is the game this time Ming?" Phaia demanded. She rolled over and sat up.

"Don't expect her to save you." Ming said. She used a remote control and turned down the volume on the set. Phaia could still see Black Canary trying to talk to her clone, pleading with her really. It burned Phaia that Black Canary thought that the clone was actually her.

"The collar she is wearing blocks her sonic scream." Ming said. "But it has other uses."

"What is the game." Phaia demanded again.

"The game is breaking the bird." Ming said smiling. "And you are going to help. You've already helped us catch her."

"That wasn't me, that was a clone of me." Phaia snarled trying to put the hate she felt into her voice.

"Black Canary doesn't know that." Ming said. "Look at her."

Phaia glanced at the set. Her clone was smiling, taunting the bound heroine.

"Collar snug?" Ming asked.

"I'll never accept it." Phaia said.

"Your clone tells me you will. Tell me Phaia, you are bound now, but not helpless. Feeling a bit of hope? You are a good fighter after all."

Phaia's arched eyebrow cast scorn on the idea.

"With you in control no."

"Black Canary is feeling hopeful."

"I am realistic." Phaia said. "Anyway I can think of escaping my clone has already told you. Black Canary doesn't know what she is up against."

"Yes she does, she knows her opponent is you."

"That's not ME!" Phaia screamed loosing control for a moment.

Ming laughed and Phaia forced herself back under control.

"I am more useful too you then she is and you want me… desire me not her."

"And I'll get you, you'll beg me for servitude sooner or later." Ming said. "But for now, let me describe the game."

Phaia forced herself to stand, balancing on her toes. She tried to lower herself to her heels and stand normally but the leather was too thick and the edge dug into her skin. Her foot bone also felt pressure and the combination made her stand on her toes. The hip-to-wrist restraints were tougher than they looked as well.

Ming took a few steps back, looked at Phaia and smiled.

Phaia rolled her shoulders and breathed slowly, trying to find her center but aware how the cool air played over her skin. Looking down Phaia realized that her skin had been oiled and that her toenails had been painted red. Phaia supposed she was again a 'present' for some agent in ICE again.

"Pay attention!" Ming shouted.

"I'm just going to be raped again." Phaia said putting no emotion into the sentence."

"And your marvelously engineered body will respond." Ming said. "And so will Black Canary's body respond. The exact same way as yours."

"What?"

"The collar you are wearing is not just a slave collar. It is what ICE R&D calls an Emotional/Physical Nerve Transfer Collar. What this collar does is transmit what ever your body is feeling to Black Canary. So if you feel tired, she will feel tired. If you feel hot, she'll feel hot. No matter what her actual physical condition is!"

Phaia gasped as she realized what that meant. Phaia's body was made for sex; she could get turned on wearing the wrong kind of underwear. It had taken Phaia most of her adult life to learn to live with that.

"The collars you and Canary are wearing match your nervous system to hers. So after your rape begins your lust will be transferred to the Black Canary. But she will just be being whipped. She will feel pain, but lust as well. In fact the most lust you feel, the more turned on you become, the more turned on she'll become."

"Damn you Ming that is cruel!" Phaia said.

Lust is an emotion. Phaia thought. Maybe just maybe if I focus hard enough I can send more then lust to Dinah. It all depends on how these collars work.

"The confusion in her mind will soften her up, and when the Phaia clone has whipped her enough, and you have come enough, the clone will put Black Canary into one of these." Ming pointed to a rape machine that stood with the exercise equipment. Then she pointed to a giant X frame next to the rape machine. "But you will be put into this."

Phaia swallowed trying to hide her fear.

"I'll whip you while your clone with the help of the machine rapes Black Canary. She will feel pleasure when she should feel pain and pain when she should feel pleasure. Afterwards she should be quite willing to answer my questions."

"What if her collar overrides mine?" Phaia demanded.

"Then heads will roll at ICE R&D, and I mean that literally."

Phaia shifted from one foot to another getting the kinks out of her muscles. She could still feel the drugs dulling her strength and agility but she would fight. She would take the chance to strike back.

"You gonna strap on a dildo and try me yourself?" Phaia demanded.

"Not me." Ming replied. "But the man who helped capture Black Canary was all too willing to volunteer. She pointed behind Phaia. "Allow me to present the Red Murderer."

Phaia turned around, astonished that anyone had come into the gym without her knowing it. But he had moved very silently. Red Murderer smiled and started to circle her.

Phaia's eyes widen at the size of the man. He was HUGE, at least seven feet tall and built like the Hulk. All muscles and on those muscles more muscles and hanging from between his thighs and gaining size as he looked at her was a huge cock.

The sight of him aroused her. Phaia circled on her tip toes. As much as she fought the reaction her body responded. Her nipples became hard pink marbles and she could feel her pussy moisten. Her body craved the sexual high that this man could give it.

Red Murderer faked a charge while she was looking at his crotch. Out of the corner of her eye Phaia saw her clone lash out with the whip. She ignored it. Rolling to one side she dodged the large man and in the same move drove her foot into his right knee. If he felt it the man did not show any reaction.

Red Murderer smiled at her.

"That might have hurt if you had any strength wench."

Phaia could feel the rubber mats as she rolled. The mats triggered memories... flashes of images in her mind, a basketball goal, weights, a net curled up... Phaia shook her head to clear it. Was she receiving Black Canary’s thoughts?

Phaia tried to stand on her toes, anything less and the pony trainers dug into her legs. She managed just to get her balance as the killer charged at her again. Phaia dropped as he passed and tried to lock her feet between his legs, hoping to trip him. But the Red Murderer leaped over her. Phaia rolled away but he was faster and she rolled right into him. He slapped playfully at her heart shaped ass and let her roll away again.

Phaia whirled and tried to back away from him. The Red Murderer leaped high into the air above her and flipped to land behind her. The move was so out of character for such a big man Phaia was caught by surprise. He wrapped his arms around her and groped Phaia’s breasts. On the screen she heard a gasp and looked up. Her clone had just scored a hit with the whip. Black Canary held shoulder and a look of confusion and dismay was on her face. Phaia knew that Black Canary had felt pleasure, not pain from the strike. Phaia’s erotic lust was reaching the heroine.

"Noooo!" Phaia screamed squirming in the Red Murderer’s grasp. "GET AWAY!" That she was aiding in Black Canary’s torture was too much to take.

Phaia tried to ram her head back into the mans head but he dodged her and pinched her nipples hard. Phaia moaned softly as the thick fingers sent erotic thrills through her body with each hard pinch and tug. In the background she could hear the crack of the whip as it kissed Black Canary’s back and the confused sounds it tore from the heroine. Red Murderer forced her down to the floor.

"Loving it aren't you?" Red Murderer whispered and laughed. "Think Black Canary is enjoying it too?"

Phaia strained in the massive grip as she felt his body loon over her, forcing her agains the floor mats. When she was on her stomach he sat on her legs and began to massage her ass.

"Phaia why are you doing this?" Black Canary’s pleading voice carried over the gym. "Fight them Phaia! Fight their control"

Red Murderer laughed and started to pinch her ass cheeks. Phaia groaned and trembled. Then she subtly lifted her ass and spread her thighs a bit more. She heard the intake of surprise from Black Canary as the heroine felt the building of Phaia’s lust. Phaia’s need.

Phaia treed to fight it. She tried to protect them both by forcing the orgasm, exhausting her body before the Phaia-clone could finish with Black Canary.

"Oh no Ho, you don't get me that easy!" Red Murderer laughed. "We’re in this for the long haul."

Phaia could feel herself get wetter as the brute called her a: ‘Ho’!

Red Murderer stepped back and took hold of her legs, rolling her over onto her back. Then he picked her up and put set her onto her feet.

"Now fight you slut!"

Phaia stood on her tip toes and danced away from him. Then she struck out with her foot, going for his groin.

Red Murderer caught her leg and held it, forcing Phaia to balance on one foot. With his other hand he pushed his fingers into her slit. Phaia gasped and squirmed, trying to get her balance for a second attack. Red Murderer slapped her pussy and stepped back.

"That’s better." He yelled with a laugh.

Phaia could feel her rage boiling within her and she heard an answering scream of rage from Black Canary. Phaia realized that the collar sent emotion-any emotion-not just lust. Reaching within herself Phaia searched for rage. Not just anger from her current situation, anger at everything that had ever bothered her.

With a scream of rage unleashed she attacked Red Murderer. Even with her body weak Phaia was still faster than he was. She danced around him landing blow after blow on his naked body.

It worked for a few minutes. Then he dodged one of her kicks and swept her leg out from under her. With her arms bound to her side there was no way for Phaia to keep her balance. She landed hard on her butte he was right on top of her. Once again he sat on her legs and his weight held her against the mat.

Red Murderer laughed and spread her legs. Then he reached into her pussy from behind, his fingers probing in search of her clitoris.

"Phaia why are you doing this!" Black Canary's tortured voice called out. Phaia moaned as her sex was violated and she heard Black Canary moan at the same instant. "Phaia! Fight them! Phaia fight their control! Oh GOD!"

Red Murderer laughed and with his free hand started to pinch Phaia's ass. Phaia strained every muscle in her body to get away and failed. She could feel her bodies lust eating away at her, even tearing at her rage. Her pussy was wet, her nipples hard and her body trembled.

"Not ready yet slut!" Red Murderer laughed. He pulled his hand out and stood up, backing away from her.

Phaia rolled onto her back and slowly got to her knees.

"Nice position Ho." Red Murderer smiled.

"I AM NO HO DAMN YOU!!!" Phaia screamed. She rolled forward and came up slamming her head into his groin.

Red Murderer grunted and fell back. Phaia got to her feet and hit him with everything she had. Three times her legs connected with his neck as she aimed for a killing blow. Each time the man just grunted.

"I will not give in too a loser like you... a FUCKING NOBODY… a second rater…what is your level in ICE… PINK!!!" Phaia scored two hits on his side, aiming for the kidneys. "What is a Red Murderer? I know all the main and important villains in ICE and you aren't on any list. What are you a newbie? A poser? Oh let me guess a level zero that did a good job of filling papers!"

Red Murdered dodged, dove behind her and grabbed Phaia around the waist. With a quick move he lifted her up and slammed her down hard onto the mat. Phaia grunted as the air was pushed out of her lungs.

"I was a paper pushing machine Ho, just like you were a reporter who got her best stories on her back!"

He didn't seem mad at all and Phaia realized that he was enjoying abuse.

"ARROOOOOHHHHH!!!" Phaia screamed as he slammed his fist into her stomach. She lay there dazed as he wrenched her legs apart. Phaia squirmed as his tongue forced its way into her wet pussy. She cried out as he found her clit and sucked it between his lips, then held it between his teeth while his tongue flicked at it.

"NOOOO!" Phaia screamed. "I… I WONT GIVE IN TOO YOU!"

With everything she had Phaia brought her knees up against his ears. Red Murderer laughed and then took hold of her ankles and wrenched them apart. He started to bury his face between her legs again. Twisting furiously Phaia managed to get one of her hands close enough to rake her nails across his face. She drew blood but he just laughed.

Then he sat up and pulled Phaia's legs toward him. Phaia's body was jerked down to him by her legs and cock plunged into her without any pre-amble. Phaia moaned as the HUGE cock plunged into her, spreading her pussy making her belly alight with pleasure. Red Murderer reached over and grabbed her breasts, squeezing the nipples.

Phaia leaned back her head and moaned in pleasure as she felt him thrust, then thrust again and again until he was fully buried in her tight pussy. A pussy that now gripped and teased his shaft.

Red Murderer squeezed her breast and lifted her up, getting a better angle for his penetration. Somehow Phaia's mind stayed aware. She worked a hand downward, flexing her muscles, using her sweat too help until she could feel him moving into her. Timing it so that she could grab the big hanging balls between his legs and yank them has hard as she can. Getting a good grip she dug her fingernails into his manhood.

"OH! OH! OHHHHHHhh!"

Red Murderer screamed but keeps thrusting even as Phaia tried to squeeze harder. Suddenly he jerked Phaia up by her breast again and this time head butted her. Phaia lost her grip and fell back, nearly unconscious.

Red Murderer kept pumping and Phaia felt her body building quickly, more and more of her will slipped away.

Red Murderer pushed her onto the floor and rolled Phaia onto her stomach. Phaia was too dazed to even try to resist. Red Murderer spread her legs. Then he took hold of her wrist and pulled. Phaia was forced up on her knees and her ass was at a perfect level for what he planned.

Phaia worked to focus on the smells of the gym as she felt her hips lifted. Trying to shield her mind from what was happening to her body. She failed.

Phaia moaned as he ravaged her from behind, driving deep into her tight pussy on each thrust. Her body was lost now, her resistance smothered by her bodies lust. It burned past her anger as she tried to fight it. Tried every trick she knew to resist.

Phaia gasped as the Red Murderer pulled her body further up, bending his body back until she was almost vertical. He bounced her up and down on his cock and Phaia felt the impact through her entire body with each thrust.

Phaia could feel the minutes pass as her body gave in and her lust grew until she lifted her face and her red pouty lips parted in a deep sensual moan of pleasure and she exploded in an orgasm. The Red Murderer cried out at the same time, more in triumph than pleasure. Then he tossed her away and sprayed her body with what was left in his cock.

Phaia rolled away and trembled. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her clone standing over Black Canary. Black Canary was lying on the floor and still getting Phaia's orgasm. Phaia could see dozens of whip marks on her back. She could also see Ming standing by the doorway. For some reason the Asian didn't look as happy as she should have been. Ming marched toward Phaia with an angry look on her face. Phaia blacked out before Ming reached her.

Time passed but Phaia was barely aware of it. She was barely aware of anything. The orgasm, the knowledge of how she had been used against Black Canary; the hopelessness of her situation blanketed her mind. She didn't feel numb; her body would not allow that. She didn’t feel guilt; her intellect would not allow that. What she felt above all was an incredible sadness. She had at last found out the secret of her existence. All her life she had fantasized about it. Dreamt about it. Was she truly human? Was she alien? Could she be the secret daughter of a superhero?

None of the above. She was just an experiment. Created by a madman to be his mate. The knowledge haunted Phaia. In a way it was a blessing, it allowed her to ignore the whipping that Ming was giving her. Phaia passed out at some point during the whipping.

Phaia woke up and knew that not even a day had passed. She was in the gym again, bound again. Phaia could smell the gym, her scent and others lingered in the air and she almost wept as she could feel her body becoming aroused to the smells.

Ming stood over her and there was a satisfied look on her face.

"Wake up Phaia." Ming ordered.

Phaia had a part of her that didn't want to wake up. The blackness was safe. Yet her stubborn will-weaker but still there-fought its way to consciousness. The fiery pain of the whipping on her back, stomach and breasts aided her to try and clear her mind.

"Come on, wake up." Ming ordered again. "You have a man to serve. And Black Canary has another whipping to enjoy."

Phaia moaned and her blues eyes closed and opened. In cold soft voice unlike any Ming had heard but one also quavering in exhaustion Phaia said "One day I will kill you."

Madame Ming laughed.

"One day you will beg me to apologize for those words."

Phaia managed a soft growl but said nothing else.

"Your little trick with the collar took the ICE technicians by surprise." Ming said. "Don't expect that to happen again." Ming gestured to the screen. "See how well Black Canary has done."

Phaia looked and her heart sank. Black Canary was nude, bound as Phaia was. Phaia's clone was standing over her, this time her whip was a short cat-o-nine-tails. Canary's face held a confused look, with none of the defiance Phaia would have expected from the heroine.

"Come on, stand at least and face your new foe."

Phaia rolled to her knees and lifted her self up, tossing her head in a sexy sensual to get her hair away from her face. Phaia cursed herself for that slip, it was her body driving her yet again. Then her eyes went wide as she saw the HUGE manthing standing beside Ming.

"I'll leave you two alone." Ming said and left.

Phaia barely noticed her leaving. Her eyes were on the… it wasn't a man. She had never seen or heard of any villain like this, and she kept up on such creatures. It/he was 8' tall if he was an inch, slim almost gaunt but he muscles corded like steel cables under the pale almost white skin

"No welcome for the man who is going to give you so much pleasure little wenchling?" The creature asked in a lilted, mocking tone.

"Sorry No." Phaia said calmly. She stared at the 4 arms, red eyes and red hair. He spoke like an English aristocrat. It was a voice that was used to being obeyed.

"Who are you?" Phaia demanded, wishing that she could put more iron into her voice.

"You couldn't pronounce my real name." The man said. "ICE operatives have named me "Arachno-Terror".

"Corny." Phaia sniffed trying for some sort strike against him, if only a verbal one.

He laughed and the laugh was patronizing. Phaia might have been a pet that had just amused her master.

"In this profession it suits me well."

Phaia struggled to stand up on her tip-toes again the same ankle devices held her. Again as well she wore the wrist to thigh binding, though she discovered now they had taped her fingers into a fist.

"You did very well against Red Murderer." Arachno-Terror said. He did not seem to move, but somehow Phaia knew he was getting ready. "He's spent the day with an ice pack between his legs."

Phaia backed up on tip-toes, unsteady and she knew very vulnerable.

"And you even managed to disrupt the collars. Ming was most upset."

Phaia took in everything, the spider web tattoo or markings that faintly covered his skin, depressions in his fingers all 20 of them, he was lethal, she knew that just by looking at him. And Phaia could barely stand.

"I try." Phaia said.

Arachno-Terror leapt over her, a fantastic leap from a standing start that surprised her. He sailed over her head and landed behind Phaia.

Phaia spun on her toes to face him and barely managed to stay standing.

"Keep trying." Arachno-Terror said with a smile.

He drew back his arm and like a fisherman casting a line sent a strand of white webbing toward her feet.

Phaia danced away as best she could. But a her body responded as she stared-and tried desperately not to stare-at the huge knobby and ribbed member hanging between the mans thighs.

Arachno-Terror dropped the line and then leapt over her again. Phaia tried to roll away but her balance was off and she fell awkwardly to one knee. A web net, very much like a hair net, drifted down onto her head.

Arachno-Terror landed gracefully and watched as the net landed on her.

Phaia tried to shake her head as the strands fell across her pale lips. The strands tasted like cotton candy. She tried to shake her head but the web clung to her hair and her face. She blinked and found that her left eye was held shut held by the web. It seemed to tighten around her face and head, dragging her skin taunt and even confusing her sense of smell.

"Wha… What is this?" Phaia demanded, struggling to stand.

Arachno-Terror leaned over her and used two hands to hold her shoulders down, keeping Phaia on her knees. The other two hands started to caress her face.

"Webbing, what ever else did you think it was?" He laughed.

Phaia strained but she felt weaker as her body responded to his and her nipples hardened into marbles.

"I was told you were much fiercer than this." He pressed down harder and Phaia was forced onto both knees. He ran a finger down around her chin and then down her neck.

"Well try getting whipped on for an hour and see how you feel"

Phaia spun on a knee trying to sweep the feet from under the man. He let her go and skipped away from herm.

"Wenchling you have just described one of my wedding nights."

Phaia turned her move into a roll, trying to put some distance between her and the creature.

"Come now, have you not discovered that life is pain and pain is joy?"

He leapt as Phaia rolled and landed on the other side of her. He siezed her and two arms held her shoulders while two arms forced her legs apart.

"Guess I haven't climbed the mountain and met the monk that had those words of wisdomMMMMMmmmm!"

The last word was turned into a moan as one of his hands moved from her shoulder and massaged her breast.

Phaia strained helplessly against the corded muscles.

"Allow me to introduce myself then." He said.

"GET AWAY FROM MEEEE!" Phaia screamed as the creature bent down and his tongue started to lick her pussy. She arched her back, her body responding as it always did, as his sand-paper like tongue sent a raging fire traveling along her nerves. Her body squirmed as she tried both to get away and get closer to him.

No! No! Please, Phaia pleaded with herself. I can't take much more!

Arachno-Terror forced his tongue into her body and then pulled it out as if he was jerking on a cord to start a motor.

Phaia trembled as the tongue hurt her and thrilled her at the same time. A part of her found it delicious as it scraped along her nerves and then over her clit, making her arch sexily into it. Phaia knew that her clitoris was thick and red by now.

"You can take much, much more, but can Black Canary? You know that the more you give into your body the more pleasure you send her? And this while your clone is whipping her so mercilessly?"

"Ye… Yes! Yessssssssss! Damn you!" Phaia cried.

"Where is your noble fight against yourself?"

Phaia tried to get mad but her body's lust drowned her anger like an ocean thrown over a lit match. She was too tired to fight back.

Arachno-Terror picked her up by her legs and tossed her into the air. The careless way he did it gave Phaia a slight surge of anger.

"DAMN YOU ALL! I… I WONT GIVEEE Innnnn too youuuuu!" Phaia screamed, her voice trailing off.

Arachno-Terror caught her as she fell and held her above the floor. She could feel him wrapping webbing around your ankles. Her yellow hair swept the floor as she hung upside down. He seemed to have no trouble holding her with one set of arms while the other set worked. The webbing felt soft, like nylon or silk as he wrapped her ankles.

"You know of course that Black Canary has no idea what is going on." Arachno-Terror said pleasantly. "That she is cursing you for selling out?"

Phaia felt her legs being pulled open wider and wider until she was hanging upside down like a giant letter 'Y'.

"The… They… The JLA will figure it out th… they aren't dumb."

Arachno-Terror lifted her higher so that her head was level with his waste.

"Are you really sure about that?"

Phaia wasn't sure. The heroes and heroines abandoned her once, left her alone once.

"As far as they know you and Canary are on a mission together, down in South America. We have a very good actress playing Black Canary."

Arachno-Terror walked behind her and gave her a push, letting Phaia swing freely. Phaia's long yellow hair reaches toward the floor as she strains to break free. But her efforts just made her breasts quiver as she swung.

"We can play that out for a while yet. They trust you after all."

"Great I'm a swing now." Phaia cursed.

Arachno-Terror used two arms to grab her butte cheeks and spread them apart. Phaia was trying to get mad, to summon the anger that had helped her before. But it was harder this time. Arachno-Terror's technique was more subtle, less brutal than Red Murderer's had been. And she couldn't think clearly enough to figure out a way to fight back.

"So much more than that wenchling."

Arachno-Terror ran a finger between her butte cheeks and pressed it against Phaia's anus. She trembled at the touch of the fingers on her firm ass cheeks, almost clinging to her skin, then sucking then tracing along her anus. Phaia arched trying to pull away from him. Arachno-Terror released her and walked around to stand in front of her again. His cock was now fully erect.

"You know I think Ming is right, you have the makings of a first class concubine. So much body, so little will or spirit."

"No!" Phaia screamed knowing what he intended. "NO! Nooooo!" She tried to swing herself at him but he easily stopped her.

Arachno-Terror caressed her breasts, squeezing and kneading them. Then with his other two arms he took hold of her jaw and applied pressure to the sides.

"MMmGGGG!" Phaia tried to speak but nothing really came out. She tried to keep her mouth closed and failed. Her treacherous body betrayed her, Phaia's breasts quivered, still tender from the whipping, her skin was on fire and the touch of the spider-things fingers felt strange and erotic, defeating her efforts at self control. She couldn't fight the part of her that was curious, that wanted to know what this creature felt like.

Arachno-Terror forced her jaw open and then attached webbing to Phaia's chin and around her bottom teeth. Her struggles meant nothing to him. Then he ran strands of webbing from her open mouth to her breasts. He wrapped the webbing around the base of each of her breasts, wrapping it so tightly that her breast hung like balls from her chest. The line from the breasts to her mouth was so tight Phaia could not close her mouth. He attached a few extra strands to her nipples as well.

"AHHHHHHHhhhhhaaHHH!" Phaia cried out and even that sound caused her breasts to be pulled tight and stimulated.

Arachno-Terror stood back and smiled.

"Waaa ah ddaaing?" Phaia managed to demand.

"No, no more words from you. From you now there will only be moans."

Arachno-Terror took hold of her. Phaia tried to talk but each effort tugged on her nipples sending pleasurable darts shooting into her breasts and along her back. Arachno-Terror guided his penis into her mouth and two of his arms held her head. At the same time his face was between her legs and his tongue forced its way into Phaia's body. While he was doing that his other two arms reached around behind Phaia and squeezed her ass.

Phaia felt her body responding to the sensations. The gossamer tugging of the web on her breasts and nipples. The blood rushing to her head making her mind roar…

• • "MMMpaahHH!" Phaia cried out. She was beyond words now.

Arachno-Terror started to move his cock in and out of her mouth, his tongue scraped around the inside of her pussy. His other arms pinched her ass mercilessly.

Phaia tried, she really did, to pull back as the BIG knobby cock forced her mouth wider, the tongue sending quivers of pleasure where its sandpaper rough surface moved against her sensitive pussy. Phaia tried to arch away as each thrust forced more of him into her mouth until the thick cock pressed against the top of her throat. But she couldn't stop her tongue slowly swirling along its shaft.

Arachno-Terror's tongue explored further into her, finding her clitoris and rubbing against it.

Phaia fought the building fire in her belly, the roar in her brain of the blood rushing there, the lust, the helplessness… The abandonment of those she had looked up too as a child and as an adult.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh!" Phaia wasn't even sure that it was her voice that cried out. Her world had turned away from any of her senses that did not involve pleasure.

Arachno-Terror moved her head back and forth along his cock. His fingers forced her cheeks apart and he probed her back door with one finger.

Phaia came as the sandpaper tongue flicked and curled around her sensitive clit. The cock tasting odd-half sour-as it is forced into her throat, deeper than most women had taken the freakish thing.

"MMMpaaaaaaa!" Phaia cried out but the thick penis muffled her voice.

Phaia tried to moan and close her mouth but doing so tugged at the webbing on her nipples. Tugged pleasurably. Her mind dazed from the in flow of blood as a smaller shrinking part of her fought and strained to hold on. To keep control. To help Canary.

Arachno-Terror redoubled his efforts, pumping harder with his cock and pushing his tongue and finger into her, as if trying to get them to meet in your body.

Phaia moaned her one eye that wasn't covered seeing the pale stomach close to her face. Already she had taken him deeper then any other female ever could have.

Arachno-Terror rubbed his teeth against the walls of her vagina.

Phaia lets tears drip from her eyes as she starts to suck gently. Her body in control, her tongue curling and teasing as she gripped the fingers in her ass. Phaia arched and orgasmed again as the teeth raked against her, sending a ragging fire along her tender pussy.

Arachno-Terror pushed and pulled her faster.

Phaia thrust back and forth till amazingly her lips touched the base of the huge cock. With each thrust she could hear soft pops as the knobby shaft slid in and out of her mouth.

Arachno-Terror forced her pussy far enough apart so that his teeth could find and grip her clitoris. His finger was moving in and out of her body now, matching the rhythm of the cock that was moving in and out of her mouth.

Phaia mind was in a haze somewhere she tried to struggle, but the blood roaring in her ears drowned out most things.

Arachno-Terror was moving so fast that she was having difficulty breathing. He was starting to make a low keening wail as he built toward a climax.

Phaia sucked harder and then moaned sending a vibration along the shaft as her pussy trembles with a 3rd orgasm.

Arachno-Terror's tongue whipped at her clitoris wildly now and his moans turned into a scream as he came.

Phaia tried to swallow as the sour tasting cum exploded into her throat, but most of it ran down and over her lips to drip into her nose making her shake her head and gasp.

Arachno-Terror leapt away from her completely, pulling out of her with a violent snap and spraying her chest with his cum.

Phaia sobbed, her body trembled and all hope or resistance was gone.

"D… damn you!!" She whispered.

Arachno-Terror smiled and grabbed her legs. Almost tenderly he released her and lowered her to the floor.

"Did I say we were done?"

Smiling he forced her legs apart.

"Please just go!" Phaia pleaded all pride fled from her. "You had her fun."

Arachno-Terror thrust into her with everything he had left.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Arachno-Terror used two hands to grab her breasts, the other two to grab her stomach and squeeze, massaging her stomach as he pumped away.

Phaia's body was in complete control now. Her pussy spread open for the thick invader, knoby and ribbed pressing along the nerves and making her belly weak.

Arachno-Terror let out another wail as he pumped into her body one last time. Phaia's body arched as she strove to accept him. She felt him inside of her, taking her and her body, and a small bit of Phaia reveled in it. She squeezed and gripped his cock, pulling the last bit of cum from it before he pulled out.

"Pain or pleasure wenchling?" Arachno-Terror asked laughing. "Pain or Pleasure?"

Phaia gasped and moaned as her mind tried to work again.

Arachno-Terror crawled around behind her and sat her up. She leaned against him and felt his cock against her ass. Two of his arms went between her legs to massage her pussy, the other two played with her breasts.

"Can you focus now wenchling?" He asked. "Look at the screen there, see what you have done to poor Black Canary."

Phaia looked and felt despair build within her. On the screen Black Canary was laying on the floor. The Phaia-clone was sitting on Black Canary's legs, holding them apart. She was using the whip on Canary's thighs. Black Canary's arms were free. One hand played with her breast, pinching the nipple, while the other hand probed between her legs. The whip was not striking softly, but the pain was easily overmatched by the pleasure.

Phaia's pleasure. In Black Canary's eyes Phaia saw confusion and the same despair that Phaia felt. The collar transmitted the despair.

"See what your lack of control has done wenchling?" Arachno-Terror asked.

"No. No. God help me get away!" Phaia pleaded.

"Wenchling you have no place to go."

Phaia collapsed into him sobbing uncontrollably.

"But you have pleased me." He said softly. "Maybe when ICE is done with you I will take you. You will do well for a forty-ninth wife."

Phaia could do nothing but cry as the door opened and Ming came in carrying a whip.

…To be continued.

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