Duster: Domina Redux

a superheroine story by Dangerguy

WARNING: This story is strictly fictional and is not intended to portray any real persons, living or dead, nor is it at all intended to encourage the type of activity portrayed here. It is not to be resold for profit. It is strictly a fantasy/parody, intended for the personal enjoyment of those who appreciate the superheroine in bondage/peril/sexual situations genre. The story depicts graphic sexual situations, including bondage, violence, and non-consensual sex, among a number of other nasty things. It is NOT intended, nor is it at all suitable, for minors. If you are under the age of 18, or if this type of thing offends you, you shouldn’t be reading it. Otherwise, carry on, and enjoy.

Chapter 3: Obedience Training

Duster lay back on the mattress. She felt the smooth, seductive softness of the silk sheets upon her naked behind. Portions of her torn costume still adorned her body, its tattered green remnants utterly failing to conceal her loins or her large, luscious breasts. She propped herself up upon her elbows and watched as her captor made her preparations.

Mistress Winter had already slipped out of her crisp white business suit. The shapely blonde was now nearly as naked as Duster. She only wore a black lace garter belt around her slender waist; attached to it were a set of sheer black silk stockings adorning each of her long, shapely legs. Black leather pumps with stiletto heels still adorned her feet, but her torso was naked, her large, pale breasts framed on either side by strands of her long, platinum-blonde hair.

The Dominatrix wore one other item which drew Duster's gaze. A huge black latex dildo jutted out from Mistress Winter's loins. The artificial phallus glistened in the soft light of the luxurious bedroom; the fact that Winter had lubricated the dildo did nothing to quell the trepidation that was rapidly mounting inside the superheroine. However, no sign of the Duster's turbulent emotions appeared on her lovely face. The insidious psychotropic chemical with which she had been drugged left her mind awake and aware, but utterly unable to control her own body. Duster could only watch in horror as she diligently obeyed every command she was given, while her features betrayed no sign of emotion--nothing but a look of helpless passivity.

"Spread your legs," Mistress Winter said, as if to demonstrate the effect of the drug. 

Duster instantly obliged, spreading her legs apart. Her calves and feet were still clad in her emerald-colored boots, but her costume had been cut away below her hips, along with her panties. Thus, as her legs spread, her privates were completely exposed. Winter enjoyed the view of the luscious pink slit topped by a neatly-trimmed patch of auburn pubic hairs.

"Rub your pussy," Winter commanded. Duster's right hand, still clad in a tight golden glove, moved down between her legs and began to massage her clit. "You're getting so horny..." Mistress Winter murmured seductively. Duster drew a tremulous breath as her helpless body obeyed. Her heart rate accelerated while her breathing grew shallow; as she masturbated, she could feel her labia growing puffy and her pussy moistening. The heroine moaned softly.

Mistress Winter laughed--a low, malicious sound that engendered no mirth in her captive. As she watched Duster working herself into an aroused state, Winter's right hand stroked up and down the black latex shaft that jutted out from between her legs. A slightly-smaller version of the phallus was on the reverse side of the sex toy; Winter could feel it in motion inside her pussy as her hand moved. As she fucked Duster with it, the Dominatrix would feel a reflection of what the auburn-haired heroine was experiencing. She could hardly wait. She'd waited so long for her revenge, and now it was at hand. She intended to enjoy every moment as much as she knew Duster would loathe it.

"You're such a little slut," Winter said as she lowered herself onto the bed, crawling on her hands and knees towards her helpless captive.

As she approached Duster, Winter watched as the beautiful heroine moaned and arched her back. Duster's mouth dropped open, and her tongue darted out from between her lips and licked them. She was propped up on her left elbow; her left hand reached up and began to grope at her breast. She was breathing heavily, and Winter could see her pussy was glistening with love honey. The blonde dominatrix smiled broadly and laughed. She reached out with one hand and pushed against Duster's left elbow, prompting the superheroine to collapse back onto the mattress. She lay there and Winter moved over top of her. Duster's brown eyes were open wide as she watched Mistress Winter avidly. Her right hand continued to pump her pussy, while her left molested her tits.

"You want me to fuck you," Winter whispered, "admit it."

Duster couldn't help but obey, regardless of how she truly felt; it was a command like any other. "Yes," she whimpered.

"Show me," the Dominatrix murmured.

Winter reached out with one finger and placed it over Duster's quivering lips. The helpless heroine licked the digit, then wrapped her lips around it and sucked. Winter laughed softly, then pulled her finger out of Duster's mouth, sending it traveling downwards over the remnant of Duster's costume that still adorned her shoulders and upper chest. Winter's wandering finger stopped its journey over Duster's naked breasts, where she began to idly draw circles around the heroine's dark pink areola. Duster arched her back and moaned softly. Her nipples were hard, each nub jutting out prominently from the peaks of her large, fleshy orbs.

"Beg," Winter murmured, her luscious upper lip curling into a sneer. "Beg for it. Beg me to fuck you like the slut you are."

"P-please..." Duster groaned, "please fuck me..."

Winter responded by raising one slender, fair brow. She looked at Duster expectantly. The helpless heroine understood her transgression instantly; only a year ago, she'd been tortured by this woman for hours until she'd said the word readily and willingly. No torture, no coercion was required now, though; she was utterly the plaything of the triumphant Dominatrix.

"Please fuck me... Mistress..." Duster moaned, her body writhing seductively beneath her captor's.

"Well since you asked so nicely..."

Winter lined up the tip of the huge dildo with Duster's primed pussy. The heroine obediently moved her fingers out of the way; a slender strand of viscous lubricant glistened in the soft light of the bedroom, hanging between fingers and pussy until the distance grew too great and it broke silently. With a triumphant grin, Winter thrust her hips forward. As the phallus drove into her wet pussy, Duster's back arched, making her large breasts bounce on her chest.

"AHHHHHHH!!" the captive superheroine cried as she was impaled by the massive dildo. Her gloved hands curled and clawed at the silk sheets on either side of her. Her head of reddish-brown hair tossed back and forth as her pussy stretched to accommodate the huge member inside her.

Looming over the helpless heroine, Winter reached out and grabbed Duster's wrists, holding them down against the mattress. She didn't need to restrain the superheroine, of course, but she knew the action would only add to utter helplessness that Duster's imprisoned mind would be suffering. Winter smiled at the thought, lowered her face next to Duster's, and licked the heroine's cheek. The Dominatrix then raised her head, looking down at Duster with a triumphant expression and a broad, wicked grin. 

"Tell me what you're really thinking," Winter commanded.

In an instant, Duster's facial expression changed. The look of sexual ecstasy on her lovely features vanished, replaced by a hard stare and angry frown; her lips curled back from her teeth in a furious grimace.

"You fucking bitch!!" Duster yelled. "Get off of me! Get out of me! I'll get you for this if it's the last thing I do!" Duster suddenly looked around, then returned her angry gaze to Winter. "What have you done with Night Angel? If you've hurt her..."

"Shut up," Winter said with a chuckle, and Duster instantly compiled. "Very amusing. But the only sounds I want to hear out of that lovely mouth from now on are moans and cries of ecstasy."

To emphasize her point, Winter drew her hips back, then drove them forward.

"UHHHHH!!" Duster groaned. Her large breasts bounced on her chest. She closed her eyes and rolled her head to one side as the Dominatrix began to fuck her harshly. Then, as suddenly as she'd begun the series of devastating pelvic thrusts, the blonde madam stopped them.

"But since you're so nobly concerned about your little friend... let's check in on how she's doing, shall we?" Winter said. "Watch closely, Duster, my dear..."

The curvaceous blonde dominatrix reached over to one of the bedside tables. She grabbed a remote control and used it to activate a large flat-screen television that was mounted on the wall beside the bed. Gradually, an image formed on the television monitor, and Duster could only watch in silent horror as it took shape.

The screen revealed Night Angel, positioned on her knees upon a bed in a sumptuous bedroom decorated in rich, dark red and purple velvets. Like Duster, her skin-tight costume was nearly gone; only her black gloves and knee-high boots remained to give any indication that the practically-naked young woman was a superheroine.

Night Angel's sweat-soaked, olive-skinned body gyrated helplessly in the grips of the three men who surrounded her. Sonny, the African-American henchman with a shaved head and goatee, was naked in front of her, his thick shaft buried deep in her pussy; his partner, Virgil, with his buzz-cut brown hair, was kneeling naked behind the helpless heroine, fucking her in the ass. Dr. Cappo, Winter's newest henchman, was standing beside the trio; Night Angel's mouth was stuffed with the scientist's formidable member. Virgil was holding her arms behind her back--not that it was necessary, she was just as much at the mercy of simple verbal commands as Duster, but it added to her feelings of helplessness and humiliation. Sonny's dark hands were molesting the raven-haired beauty's large breasts, while Cappo had a firm grip of her long, dark hair.

"Yeah, you love it, bitch..." Sonny growled.

"MMMPPHHH!!" Night Angel squealed around Cappo's cock as the black man pinched her nipples.

"Uhh... fuckin' slut..." Virgil groaned, his lips twisted into a sneer as he reamed the superheroine's luscious ass.

"Oh... FUCK..." Cappo moaned while Night Angel sucked his cock.

Duster could only watch in despair as her teammate and friend was triple-teamed by the three criminals. Suddenly, Cappo groaned loudly, then pulled his cock out of the heroine's mouth. It erupted almost immediately, spilling hot white spunk onto her lovely face. Night Angel could only gasp in respond the the obscene "facial" she was receiving.

"Get ready for more o' that, whore..." Sonny said as he thrust his member repeatedly into the dark-haired girl's pussy. "Uhh... gettin' close..."

"Oh YEAH..." Virgil groaned as he pounded Night Angel's ass in an obscenely coordinated rhythm with his partner in crime. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against the beautiful heroine's ear. "Listen good, whore... you're gonna cum when you feel me cum in your ass... you got that?"

"Ohhhh..." Night Angel moaned, her body already building towards climax despite her conscious mind's resistance to it. "Yessssss..."

The black man and white man accelerated their tempo, fucking Night Angel harder and faster, while the comely crime-fighter's shapely body bucked and jiggled in between them. Sonny clawed at her breasts, while Virgil released the heroine's arms so he could grope her fine ass. Night Angel instinctively placed one hand on Sonny's broad, dark shoulder while the other reached behind her to fondle Virgil's tight ass. Cappo sat on the edge of the bed, watching the trio go at it while a twisted, malicious smile played across his face. His spunk was slowly dripping down Night Angel's face to drip onto her neck and upper chest. Some of it dripped into her mouth, which was open and alternately gasping down breaths and emitting moans and squeals of pleasure.

Nearly in unison, Sonny and Virgil's head tossed back and both roared in pleasure as they shot their loads into the helpless, naked heroine. Night Angel's eyes rolled back into her head as her body obeyed the command she'd been given; as she felt Virgil's hot spunk spill into her rectum, her own orgasm claimed her.

"OH GOD!!" she cried out as her body convulsed in profound, if forced, pleasure. She moaned as she felt the men's hot jism dripping out of her pussy and ass and down her soft inner thighs.

Then Sonny and Virgil pulled out of her and Night Angel, still spasming in pleasure, collapsed onto the bed. Her three rapists glared down triumphantly at her convulsing, curvaceous form, then laughed and exchanged high-fives.

"Just like ol' times, eh slick?" Virgil quipped.

"You know it, bro," Sonny responded, smiling broadly. "She always was a fine fuck, this one."

"Hey, welcome to the fuck-a-supercunt club, doc!" Virgil said with a laugh as he ruffled the more slenderly-built scientist's hair.

The three men rose from the bed.

"Miller Time, boys!" Virgil said, slapping his bare, sweat-covered belly.

"Yo, bitch," Sonny said to Night Angel's prone form. "You keep those titties warm and that pussy wet. C'mon now, work 'em, slut!" With an exhausted groan, Night Angel's hands moved. One reached up to alternately cup each of her breasts and pinch her nipples, which the other reached down to massage her clit. "Thas right. We gonna take a break, but you best be in fine form when we come back for seconds."

"Seconds?" Cappo said as he staggered towards the door of the bedroom. "Haven't we fucked her twice already?"

"Ah, who's counting?" Virgil said, then laughed as he left the room with the other two henchmen. Left behind on the bed, Night Angel moaned as she forced her naked, cum-stained, exhausted body to remain ready for more sex whenever her three assailants returned.

Danielle Winter touched the remote and the TV screen went blank. "It's so nice to see the boys having a good time," she said. "Though your little friend probably doesn't share their enthusiasm."

Duster could say nothing, of course, nor should she even display any emotional reaction to what she'd just witnessed. But her heart was filled with sympathy and concern for her friend, and had the drug allowed it, tears would have spilled from her eyes. She knew this was Angela's worst nightmare come true, being forced yet again to become another one of Mistress Winter's whores. Angie... no...

"Now, where were we? Ah, yes... UHHH!!" Winter grunted as she thrust her strap-on dildo deep into Duster's pussy yet again.

"OHHHHH!!" Duster gasped, her brown eyes opening wide as she received such a brutal reminder that she, too, was a helpless sexual plaything of the blonde dominatrix. She had forgotten her own predicament momentarily while she'd become preoccupied with the terrible things being done to her teammate. "OH!! OH!! OH!! OH!!" Duster cried as Winter resumed fucking her with a vengeance.

"Yes... welcome... to your... new life... superwhore!" Winter said, every other word punctuated by a pelvic thrust. "You're going to... spend every... waking hour... flat on your back... with your legs spread! And there's not... a single thing... you can do about it!"

Winter was excited. Watching the men triple-team Night Angel had turned her on. The pink nipples atop her large, pale breasts were rock-hard, and the double-dildo was starting to drive her crazy. Duster, for her part, could only moan and writhe beneath her captor as the sadistic dominatrix drove the huge phallus in and out of her primed, sensitive pussy.

"OH... OH... OH..." Duster panted in response to each thrust.

The heroine's mouth was open, her luscious lips forming a perfect O. Mistress Winter took advantage of this, pressing her own lips over Duster's, invading the crime-fighter's mouth with her insistent tongue. Winter kept her left hand fastened upon Duster's wrists, holding them together above her head, while her right hand wandered down over the heroine's naked form, alternating between fondling Duster's large, undulating breasts and her ripe, heart-shaped ass. All this time, her hips continued to thrust, impaling her captive with the huge strap-on dildo. Duster could only moan and groan as her captor raped her so thoroughly.

Winter broke the lascivious kiss and pressed her lips against Duster's ear.

"And I'm so hoping that hunky boyfriend of yours shows up to try to rescue you, like he did last time," she purred, her lips and tongue tickling the heroine's earlobe as she spoke. "I have such yummy plans for him..."

Outwardly, Duster showed no reaction to this. She just kept on moaning and panting. Inwardly, however, she quailed at the idea of her beloved Black Phantom walking into a trap. She heard Mistress Winter laugh and knew that the cold-hearted dominatrix was all too aware of the effect her words would have.

"But don't worry about him for now, my darling Duster," Winter said. "Or about your little raven-haired friend. Worry about yourself, superslut. Your ordeal is only just beginning... UNGH..."

After a few more thrusts that left Duster breathless and quivering, Mistress Winter pulled out. She pushed herself up onto her knees, then reached down and grabbed Duster's left leg with both hands. Duster gasped as the Dominatrix pulled her leg up and threw it over her other one, effectively flipping the helpless heroine over.

"On your hands and knees, super-slut," Winter sneered.

Utterly at the mercy of this heartless woman and her insidious drug, Duster obeyed. She pushed herself up so she was on all fours, her ripe, heart-shaped bottom facing Winter and that large dildo that jutted out from her crotch. Duster knew what was coming, but that knowledge didn't prevent her body from trembling.

Winter's ice-blue eyes rolled upwards and she exhaled an exasperated sigh. "Spread your fucking legs, slut," she ordered, and Duster obediently pushed her knees apart. "Christ, how many times do I have to tell you? And get that ass of yours up in the air," she added, then smacked Duster's right buttock for emphasis, making the heroine gasp.

Duster's back arched, forcing her shapely behind to thrust out and making her pussy even more easily visible and accessible to her captor, while her breasts thrust forward between her arms. Her dark pink nipples were hard, and her pussy was hot and wet. She felt Winter's hands upon her buttocks, then felt the tip of the dildo touch her sensitive, puffy labia as the Dominatrix took careful aim.

"Urrrmmhhh..." Duster moaned in anticipation, though to her own ears it contained a note of despair. How could she have fallen into the clutches of this evil, depraved woman once again?

Then the Dominatrix once again thrust the dildo inside her, and all thought fled from Duster's mind. She was at the mercy of her own over-excited body, and any perverse command that Mistress Winter decided to give her.

Without pause, ceremony, or mercy, Winter immediately started to pound the dildo in and out of Duster's cunt. The Dominatrix' hands gripped Duster's hips and buttocks like handles, holding her loins in place while she ruthlessly fucked her captive. Duster felt her large breasts swinging beneath her chest, slapping against one another and her arms; she felt sweat trickling down her severely arched back to pool at the base of her spine; but most of all, she felt the Mistress' large artificial phallus moving inside her, forcing her to rapture, enslaving her to submissive pleasure. Her eyes closed. Her mouth dropped open. Her fingernails clawed at the bed sheets.

"OOHHHHHHH!!" Duster groaned hoarsely. "OH GOD!!" she cried, then could make no noise except for laboured panting as she struggled to bring enough air into her overworked lungs.

"You love it, you slut!!" Winter shouted.

The words, interpreted as yet another command, forced another loud moan of sexual pleasure from the heroine. Winter laughed at Duster's helpless and inarticulate response. She then sneered and reached forward with her right hand to grab a handful of the heroine's long, tousled auburn hair. Winter yanked on Duster's hair, pulling her head back and forcing her back into an even more extreme arch.

"AAAAAHHHH!!" Duster screamed in pain as her scalp was abused.

Winter leaned forward so Duster could feel the woman's large breasts pressing against her back. She could feel the warm sweat upon the fleshy globes, and the hard pink nipples poking into her ribs. Then Winter's lips pressed against Duster's ear, and the superheroine shuddered inwardly in anticipation of whatever perverse command the Dominastrix was going to give her now.

"You love pain," Winter whispered into Duster's ear. "Pain is pleasure to you, whore," she added.

Winter gave Duster's scalp another hard pull to illustrate. She also reached down and grabbed Duster's left breast with her free hand, squeezing the large, firm globe harshly. She caught the dark pink nipple at the peak of the breast between the long, sharp nails of her forefinger and thumb, and squeezed the tender nub between them.

Duster normally would have screamed in discomfort from such rough treatment, but the Mistress' most recent command turned the intense pain in her scalp and tit into intense, ecstatic pleasure. Duster's dark brown eyes rolled up into her head, and a pre-orgasmic shudder ran through her voluptuous body.

"UHHHHHHH!!" Duster moaned.

Winter laughed at Duster's helpless reaction. She let go of Duster's hair so she could maul both the crime-fighter's naked breasts. She licked Duster's earlobe, then bit down on it. And, of course, she resumed fucking the heroine with the strap-on, relentlessly pounding the dildo in and out of Duster's slick pussy.

The auburn-haired heroine was approaching sensory overload. Her jaw was slack, her eyes glassy, her tortured nipples were tight and hard, her throat dry and aching from all the panting and groaning. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her lungs laboring to draw in enough air. Already, her body was shaking with pre-orgasmic contractions.

"You wanna cum?" Winter whispered into her ear.

"Urrhhmmm..." Duster whimpered.

"What was that, slut?"

"Y-yesssss..." Duster said breathlessly. "I w-w-want to c-cum, M-Mistress..."

"W-w-well ok-k-kay," Winter mocked her. "CUM, you little slut. CUM!!"

With that, Winter released Duster's breasts and reared back. She grabbed the heroine's ripe rump once again, digging her fingernails into Duster's tender flesh. The Dominatrix then slapped her hips repeatedly against Duster's backside, churning the dildo inside the crime-fighter's pussy. Duster's breasts swung and bounced beneath her chest, her thighs quivered, and her arms shook as they struggled to bear the weight of her torso. Her breath froze in her throat.

"HUNH!! HUNH!! HUNH!!" Winter grunted as she fucked her captive viciously.

"NNNGGGHHHHHHH!!!" Duster groaned as the first climax took her. Her pussy discharged hot love juice over Mistress Winter's artificial cock. Her head fell forward, her face obscured by her auburn locks, and she gulped down several breaths. Then another orgasmic wave crashed through her body. "OH MY... OH MY GOD... OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed as she came again.

It was too much for the Dominatrix as well. She could feel the tremors in her captive's voluptuous body--in her hands where they fiercely gribbed Duster's hips, and in her loins, thanks to the double-headed dildo inserted into her own pussy. The gorgeous blonde closed her eyes and tossed her head back as her own orgasm claimed her.

"OH YES!!" Winter exclaimed as she came. "SLUT!! WHORE!! Hunh hunh hunh hunh YESSSSSSSS..."

For a moment longer that seemed, to them, to stretch out to infinity, the two women rode out their orgasms, their curvaceous bodies shaking, moaning and panting the only noises they could make. Eventually, the pleasure subsided. Duster's shaky arms finally gave way, and the exhausted heroine collapsed, falling forward then sideways with a sigh. The defeated heroine lay there on her side, gulping air into her lungs. Every now and then a post-orgasmic shudder rippled through her body, prompting a soft gasp and a delicious jiggle of her feminine flesh.

Winter remained on her knees but sat back; she reached back and put the weight of her torso on the arms she stretched out behind her. She let her head of lustrous platinum blonde hair fall back, her large breasts thrust towards the ceiling. After a moment's respite, Mistress Winter took a deep breath and straightened. She opened her eyes, gazed down at her exhausted captive, and smiled condescendingly.

"Oh my darling Duster," Winter purred as she ran her fingertips of her right hand lightly over Duster's naked calf and thigh, "it's so wonderful to have my favorite little filly back in my stable." Duster mentally shuddered at the implications of those words. "That was so enjoyable... I'm actually feeling magnaminous. Yes, I'm going to let you have a well-deserved rest, my pet. You and your little friend; I'll tell the boys to lay off. After all," she added in an ominous tone, "you both have a big night ahead of you."

The malevolent laughter with which Mistress Winter followed that statement chilled Duster to the very core of her being. It confirmed what she suspected, which was that her torture and degradation at this woman's hands was only beginning. She couldn't imagine what the Dominatrix had in store for her, but she knew whatever she herself thought it might be, the reality would inevitably be worse.