Gamma Girl - The Dawn of a Superheroine
(Bd, NC, MF, Toys, Reluc, Superheroine)

USUAL DISCLAIMERS. THIS STORY IS ABOUT FORCED BONDAGE
AND SEX. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN DO NO
READ ANY FURTHER.

By Gamma Girl

"Off to football practice sweet cheeks" bellowed Brad
Myerton, as he ran out the door.

"Wait, you haven't finished..." was all Arielle Kidson
could get out before Brad disappeared out the door of
her lab.

"... cleaning the T.E.P.S. control panel" finished
Arielle under her breath. The Thermonuclear Energy
Propulsion System being developed at Metropolitan
University was one of the front running contenders for
propulsion systems on the upcoming manned mission to
Mars. Much of its success can be directly attributed
to the hard work and brilliance of its head graduate
student, Arielle Kidson. Her goal this year was to
finish her Ph.D. and win N.A.S.A.'s open competion for
interplanatery propulsion systems.

In contrast Brad's goal this year was to get into
Arielle's pants. Brad was Metro. U.'s star
quarterback and when he first laid eyes on Arielle, at
last years varsity awards banquet, he dedicated
himself to bedding the 5'10" blonde. On that night,
when Arielle stood to accept M.V.P. honors for the
Women's Varsity Swimming Team., Brad saw the perfect
combination of a supermodel and Playboy centerfold.

Brad realized, after further research on the internet,
that Arielle could indeed be this 'perfect'
combination. Arielle's face, with its high cheeks,
full lips and deep pink EM eyes, had been featured on
the cover of at least half a dozen international
fashion magazines. Only her drive to finish her
studies prevented her from becoming a runway
supermodel. Furthermore, Playboy, in fact, did try to
get the stunning blonde to pose as their centerfold
model in last year's "National Collegiate Athletes of
America" issue. She was 'discovered' at the N.C.A.A.
swimming finals when the Playboy 'scouts' took notice
of her standing behind the starting blocks with her
perfect 36" - 24" - 24" body outlined beautifully in
her black swimsuit. The clincher for them soon came
when they watched her swim the backstroke leg, with
each magnificent breast surfacing from underneath the
water as she rotated her body into the next stroke.
Of course, Arielle's high moral standards prevented
her from accepting their offer. Nonetheless, the
video focusing on those majestic orbs surfacing did
make it onto the Playboy website. While downloading
the MPEG of this video, Brad schemed of a way to get
close to Arielle.

The success of the lab depended partially on the
brilliance and ambition of Arielle. The other part of
the equation came from her being able to hand pick the
top undergrads from the plethora of nerdy braniacs who
applied to work with the blonde bombshell. In most
cases, she picked right and had at her disposal a crew
of smart adoring apprentices who would work diligently
to try to impress their pretty boss. She put up with
their innocent puppy dog crushes, and in some cases
fed them a bone with one of her brilliant smiles or
hair tosses, as long as they got their work done.

Brad knew this and created a fake curriculum vitae
that would guarantee him a spot in Arielle's lab. In
retrospect, she should have known that his C.V. was
too good to be true. Unfortunately she didn't and now
she was stuck with him.

Once in the lab, it became quickly apparent that Brad
was woefully unprepared for the rigors of a high-level
nuclear propulsion laboratory, having never taken a
single course in science. He quickly became a
liability in her lab, slowing down its productivity.
At first Arielle, had to supervise him closely.
However, this exposed her to his incessant come-ons.
After one to many crude comments, Arielle had enough
and started assigning menial tasks to Brad, such as
cleaning the T.E.P.S. control panel.

Despite the simplicity of these tasks, Arielle often
found herself staying late to redo his sloppy work.
Tonight was no exception.

As Arielle sat down to examine the half-finished mess
that Brad made before leaving for practice, she slowly
came to the realization that many of the safety levers
that protect against accidental startup of the
T.E.P.S. have been left uncovered. Brad would lift up
the lever to clean underneath, and in his laziness,
leave them up exposing the sensitive triggers. Worse
yet, Brad had managed to inadvertently turn a few
triggers on.

Arielle held great pride in knowing that she ran a
safe laboratory despite working with hazardous nuclear
materials. The T.E.P.S. was in the final phases of
computer simulation before its test run. When in
operation it would create a thermonuclear reaction
that would generate enough heat to expand hydrogen
gas, which when directed through a rocket nozzle,
would provide enough thrust to power a ship to Mars.
Arielle's lab would be protected from the radiation
and extreme heat by a four-foot thick titanium
reinforced concrete bunker surrounding it. This
combined with numerous safety protocols helped ensure
the safety of this project. However, in one short
afternoon of careless work, Brad had managed to
disable most of the safety protocols.

"Shit!!" thought Arielle as she realized how close
Brad had brought them to a nuclear disaster.

Her sharp mind quickly deduced that the safest course
of action which was to first close the concrete
bunker's doors, thus protecting the lab and the world
from the T.E.P.S. Once secured, she could then go
about re-establishing the safety protocols.

As Arielle turned to get up from the control panel,
she found herself eye to eye (well actually face to
groin) with the crotch of a bulging pair of black
pants. While Arielle was focused on the task at hand,
someone had slipped back into the lab and snuck up on
the unsuspecting blonde.

"What the?!!!" was Arielle's shocked response.

Before she could react, a lasso was slipped around
Arielle's neck and pulled tight. Instinctively,
Arielle grabbed for the lasso allowing her attacker an
opportunity to run around to the other side of the
control panel while maintaining a firm grasp on the
end of the lasso.

Her assailant was now out of range and behind the
flailing Arielle. A good strong tug jerked Arielle's
neck backwards as the thrashing blonde was pulled over
the table that the control panel was on. Lacking
leverage, she was helpless to resist and soon found
herself arched chest up over the panel with her legs
hanging over the other side. Quickly the lasso was
tied to a table support.

Arielle fought desperately to loosen the lasso around
her neck. But with her back flat against the table
and the lasso tied tightly, she was unable to achieve
any slack. A change in tactics was required. If she
could flip over top of the table then she could get
some slack to loosen the lasso.

The attacker anticipated this and jumped up onto the
table to straddle the busty blonde. The impact caused
her loose tartan skirt to ride up exposing her milky
thighs. He made sure that his butt landed hard on her
trim stomach to knock the wind out of her. Arielle
struggled to lift her head only to catch a glimpse of
a man's back as he began to loop a rope around her
bare thighs. Then in one fluid motion, he jumped off
and lashed the end of the thigh ropes to the support
at the other end of the table.

Arielle was now completely pinned, held securely by
the thigh rope and the neck lasso, arched helplessly
over the top of the control panel's table. Although
her feet and hands were free, she was unable to create
enough slack to escape.

"Helppppppp" screamed Arielle. "Let me goooooooo"

With his captive screaming in the background, the
assailant worked methodologically at immobilizing the
thrashing blonde. First, he reached into his bag and
brought out four handcuffs attached to ropes. With
her shapely body rigidly secured against the table
Arielle was unable to generate any momentum to ward
off her attacker. Taking care to remain behind her
and out her field of vision, he easily grabbed a
flailing wrist, and attached a handcuff. Stepping
back out of range, he then effortlessly pulled
Arielle's arm out taut with the attached rope and
secured it to the end of the table. After repeating
this maneuver with the other wrist, Arielle was left
stretched out in a 'T' with her arms helplessly spread
wide and held firmly by the handcuff-rope combination.

A sleep mask was then slipped over Arielle's lovely
face blinding her to the identity of her assailant.
Next earplugs were inserted, significantly reducing
her hearing. In a systematic fashion, the assailant
was gaining more and more control over Arielle's
freedom and senses.

Through the earplugs, an electronic synthesized voice
spoke. "Go ahead. Scream all you want. No one is
going to hear you".

Arielle's heart sunk as she realized the truth in
this. It was late in the evening and the lab was
buried deep in the basement of the engineering
building. With all the radioactive materials, no one,
not even security, ventured near it unless they had
to. Moreover, all of the other undergrads in her lab
were at a lecture given by William Shatner (yup,
Captain James Tibereus Kirk) at the other end of
campus. They wouldn't be back for a few hours if at
all, with this being the end of the day.

Recognizing that screaming hysterically would get her
no where, Arielle tried to rationalize with her
assailant. "Listen, I'm serious, most of the safety
protocols protecting from an inadvertent activation of
the T.E.P.S. have been disengaged. At least let me go
so that I can ... "

"Shutup bitch!!!" screamed back the electronic voice.

"I'm sick and tired of your 'I'm smarter than you
scientist crap'. It's my turn to fucking teach you a
lesson Sweet Cheeks. By the end of this evening
you'll be begging for more."

Too stunned to respond, Arielle could only strain to
determine what her attacker was going to do next.

After a moment of silence, the helpless blonde felt
metal cuffs snap around her slender ankles. With her
thighs already bound down, she was powerless to
resist. Then in one simultaneous motion, the rope
binding her thighs were released and her ankles ropes
apart. Arielle's muscular thighs were no match since
the ankle cuffs were attached to ropes wrapped around
the opposite table legs. This pulley efficiently
spread Arielle's splendid legs wide despite her
efforts to resist.

The ankle ropes also served to pull Arielle's body
towards the lower edge of the table. Her assailant
was pleased with the resultant effects of this
maneuver. First, Arielle's magnificent body was
placed into a severe longitudinal stretch emphasizing
her trim flat abdomen and perky breasts. Secondly, it
brought her now vulnerable crotch to the table's edge,
leaving it precariously exposed.

The helpless blonde was now bound spread eagle across
the T.E.P.S. control panel. Now completely
restrained, Arielle resorted to her last remaining
gambit. Despite never getting a good look at his
face, she guessed that her assailant was Brad. When
the assailant used the term 'Sweet Cheeks', Brad's
crude nickname for her, she knew that it must be him.

"You'll never get away with this, Brad. Everyone
knows you were the last person with me this afternoon.
And besides, I hate it when you call me Sweet
Cheeks." declared Arielle using the most authoritative
voice that she could muster given the circumstances.

Brad kicked himself for being so careless, letting the
nickname slip out. Nonetheless he had to turn the
tables around again.

"Funny, that was also the last thing Cindy Perkins
said before I did her" replied Brad.

In one short sentence, Brad was able to diffuse
Arielle's threat. Everyone at Metro. U. knew about
Cindy Perkins. She was the University's head
cheerleader and was involved in an alleged rape
scandal that rocked the campus last year. What
outraged the campus press was the suppression of the
identity of the suspected rapist during the trial.
His crackpot team of lawyers, financed by a consortium
of football alumni, spun the trial and the media to
portray Cindy as a flirtatious tease luring hapless
men into sex. Arielle, longtime friend of Cindy, knew
that this was completely untrue. Cindy was an
exceptionally sweet and innocent girl, who up until
the 'rape', was still a virgin. Unfortunately, the
trial and media coverage completely ruined the girl's
reputation

"Are you planning to rape me just like you raped
Cindy?"

"Rape's a pretty strong word..." replied the
synthesized voice.

"... I prefer to use the terminology 'releasing your
sexual inhibitions' myself. Ask Cindy. After I coaxed
the first orgasm out of her, she couldn't stop and
kept cumming for me all night long. I'm surprised the
horny slut is not crawling back to my door for more."

Listening to Brad describe her sweet friend in such a
despicable manner made Arielle seethe with anger. 'No
you idiot, that's why she laid charges against you and
sought psychological counseling afterwards.' thought
Arielle.

"So go ahead Arielle, use your 'Rape' word on me. I
dare you. See where it gets you. There's a lot of
wealthy alumni with powerful lawyer friends out there
who don't want to see any distractions getting in my
way. Maybe afterwards, you and Cindy can come by my
place to show your appreciation."

"Go fuck yourself" retorted Arielle.

"Tsk Tsk, such vulgar language. I think we should do
something to protect my delicate ears." joked the
electronic voice.

Suddenly, Arielle felt a cleave gag being tied between
her luscious lips, effectively muzzling the helpless
blonde.

The synthesized voice continued, "In fact I think it's
you that would rather be fucked. Don't you think so?"

"Now what is it those feminists keep saying.
Something about no means no?" asked Brad in a
mockingly rhetorical tone of voice.

"Well what is it? Yes to a night of blissful orgasmic
pleasure, or no?"

"nnnnnnnnnnnnnnghhhhhhhhhhoooo" blurted the gagged
Arielle.

"Go?, did you say Go? Well my lovely princess, your
humble wish is my command."

Arielle, with all her senses nullified and also
effectively gagged, could only seethe with frustration
as the electronic voice continued to verbally molest
her.

"... I knew you've always wanted it. You've been
practically begging for it, playing hard to get and
all. I'm sure you've fantasized about pleasuring real
men like me with your luscious lips during those long
evenings you spend here. Well maybe tonight I'll give
you a chance to fulfill your wildest fantasies."

"nnngghhhtt mmmmm ooooooo u bbbbssstrrd" grunted the
muzzled blonde as she struggled furiously against her
strict bondage.

"Can't wait to get started I see. Well lets see what
we got for our little princess" pronounced the
synthesized voice through Arielle's earplugs.

"Well, well, well, this little gizmo should do the
trick of refocusing you back towards your fantasies."

Arielle struggled to sense what sort of sexual
paraphernalia was about to be used to ravage her. But
with her eyes blinded and her ears muzzled, she could
only guess and her face showed it.

"Curious, I see. Well some of my friends majoring in
sexual physiology let me borrow this from their lab.
It's nicknamed the 'Wench Drencher 2000'."

"hhhgggnnnn??"

"Interested to try it on, huh? Well let's see how it
works, shall we" piped a chipper Brad in a fake
British accent.

Brad then positioned himself between Arielle's widely
spread legs. "Hmmmm, nice white cotton panties -
perfect for whenever you're caught in an emergency,
huh Sweet Cheeks".

Arielle's face turned beet red as the voice commented
on the thin layer of fabric covering her vulnerable
sex. "Well doesn't matter, after the 'Wench Drencher
2000' is through with you, you'll be begging for me to
rip em off."

Brad then positioned the 'WD 2000' directly on
Arielle's Victoria's Secret Signature Cotton Classic
Briefs.

"Ohhhhhhhh" sighed a surprised Arielle.

She was expecting a cold hard dildo. Instead, the 'WD
2000' was much more sophisticated than a dildo. It
consisted of a conforming gel in a sack slightly
larger than a cupped human hand. It's properties
allowed it to mold exactly to the contours of
Arielle's sex as it lay underneath her panties. It
provided her with a pleasantly soft, yet firm, warmth
to her stretched crotch. The cotton panties buffered
the plasticky feel of the sack's outer layer.
Attached to either end of the 'WD 2000' were 1" wide
black leather straps used to secure it to the user's
thighs.

"Like that, well there's more" spoke that damned
synthesized voice.

As it spoke, Arielle felt leather straps being tied
around her thighs. She then felt more ropes being
looped first to the thigh straps and then to the cuffs
around her slender wrists.

After giving a good tug, Brad tied the ropes between
the wrist cuffs and the thigh straps with a slip-knot.
He stood back watched as the stunning blonde struggle
against her new restraints.

"nnnnnnnghhhhhhhh" groined Arielle as she realized the
trap that has been created for her.

As the leggy blonde struggled, she quickly realized
that the diabolical ropes only tightened and did not
relax. Worse, any motion with her arms or legs would
only serve to pull the thigh straps further apart -
stretching her already tense crotch and cinching the
'WD 2000' tighter against her defenseless pussy.
Arielle focused on keeping still and not making her
strict bondage any worse.

Brad was extremely pleased with the image he had
before him. He had Metro. U.'s most gorgeous blonde
bound completely at his mercy. Soon, with the help of
the 'WD 2000', he would bring her to the brink of
orgasm and begging for release. He knew Arielle would
eventually submit like the other hapless coeds,
including Cindy Perkins, he have forced the 'WD 2000'
on. However, Arielle was different. Although his
previous 'victims' were all beautiful, they pale in
comparison to the stunning blonde that was currently
bound before him. Furthermore, the previous ones
flirted with him and his friends in their cock-tease
sort of way. Arielle, on the other hand, never gave
him the time of day. Well now he got her attention
and he was going to savor the entire experience.

'Flash'

With all of her senses restricted, Arielle failed to
notice Brad take out a Nikon Coolpix digital camera.
Nonetheless, the flash did seep in around the edges of
her blindfold and shocked her. This caused her to
jerk and resulted in further stimulation of her nether
regions by the 'WD 2000'.

"nnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhh" moaned Arielle as her thigh
ropes cinched tighter.

'Flash' as Brad captured the beautiful blonde's face
pleasurably contorted as a result of her last actions.
"Perfect. If I didn't know better I would have
thought you were a supermodel."

All Arielle could do was try to remain still as her
captor took photos of her helplessly restrained body.

"Now hold still dearie" chirped the electronic voice
as Arielle began feeling a hand grab the safety pin
holding her tartan skirt together. With a deft move,
the safety pin was released and her skirt fell open
baring her legs and panties. Then she felt the hands
move up her torso unbottoning her blouse to expose her
underlying white lace bra. Despite having her
tormenter slowly exposing her spectacular body,
Arielle dared not move for fear of further stimulation
from the 'WD 2000'.

'Flash'

"Great bod. This is going to do well on the
internet".

Arielle's face blushed a deeper red as she thought of
her exposed body being broadcast throughout the web
with sex-starved computer nerds wacking off to her
sexy image. She never felt so helpless as she did
now. This sex-crazed jock was slowly undressing her
and she was powerless to resist. The ropes holding
her spread-eagle against the table was only part of
the equation. It was her actual mental decision not
to move that soundly reinforced her utter
helplessness.

Shortly after realizing the totality of her
helplessness, Arielle began to feel a completely new
sensation. The warmth that she felt in her loins was
not coming solely from the 'WD 2000'. 'Am I becoming
aroused?' she thought.

Before she could answer herself, the synthetic voice
provided an answer to her question "Woooooeeee, I knew
you're a horny one. Boy this camera really does a
good job on the closeups. Those nipples sure are
standing up nice and proud."

'Aroused, but I can't be!!!' thought Arielle as her
mind raced to find an explanation to her body's
betrayal.

She remembered back last month when she was searching
the net for something to about the Bilateral Axial
Thrust (B.A.T.) Jet and came across a story entitled
'Unmasking of Batgirl' on the site 'Wizardslair'. Out
of interest she read it and was initially horrified at
the detailed descriptions of rape and bondage.
However, for some reason she was intrigued and
couldn't stop reading. At the time, she couldn't
understand how a person as powerful as the
superheroine Batgirl, became sexually aroused when she
was bound and helpless at the mercy of her deranged
captor.

But now she herself was completely immobilized by the
strict bondage just like Batgirl was in the story. As
an intellect, she relied heavily on her sense of sight
to read, on her sense of hearing to listen to
lectures, and her voice to speak her mind. All of
these were now shut down. She was completely helpless
and at the mercy of her tormenter. She had absolutely
no control on what happened to her next.

Throughout her ambitious career, she was always in
control - forcing herself to make decisions and follow
through with them to achieve her goals. However with
control came responsibility and at times this wore on
her. Sometimes, she wanted to let someone else make
the decisions. However, given her IQ of 154, rarely
was there someone as competent as her, and this desire
to let go was hardly ever fulfilled.

Brad trussing her up tonight, did something more than
make her body a helpless plaything for the over-sexed
quarterback. It reached deep into Arielle's psyche
and released a more primitive yearning that she did
not know existed within her.

'I can't be enjoying this ?????' thought Arielle as
her inner psyche began to clash were her intellectual
mind.

'I mean it's Brad, of all people!!!! That meathead
has been a pain in the ass since he came into this
lab. And now he's practically going to rape me!!!'

While Arielle's intellectual mind struggled to contain
the previously suppressed urges arising from deep
within her psyche, her body began to betray her. A
wet spot had formed underneath on her panties as her
vagina started to lubricate in response to the
sexually arousing situation she was in.

First she felt it and hoped Brad wouldn't notice. But
with her crotch exposed so severely by the bondage,
and with the thin cotton panties quickly becoming
transparent as her sexual juices began to flow, only
an idiot would not have noticed.

'Flash'

"Getting wet are we. Looks great on the camera too.
Now lets get the Wench Drencher revved up and get you
nice and dripping wet." said Brad as he took out a
remote control, pushed a button and pointed it at the
'WD 2000'

"Nnnnnnnngggghhhhhhhh" moaned a surprised Arielle as
the 'WD 2000' began to vibrate.

'That's just the basic feature. Want to try the one
that makes this baby so special for the girls?"

Arielle could barely concentrate as the 'WD 2000'
vibrated incessantly at her stretched groin
stimulating her into a sexual frenzy. Before her
distracted mind could even respond to Brad's question,
he pushed another button activating the 'special'
feature.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH" screamed
Arielle into her gag.

"That's the ultrasound mode. It sends ultrasonic
vibrations deep into your vagina and clitoris. Gotta
love modern technology."

The deprivation of Arielle's senses only heightened
the awareness of her last remaining sense - touch.
The constant barrage of the activated 'WD 2000' on her
nether region, served as an ally in her sexual
psyche's battle with her intellectual mind. The tide
was turning, and Arielle's mind was gradually becoming
overwhelmed from the sexual urges arising from within.

"Oooooo Oooooo Oooooo" sighed the aroused Arielle.

Brad smiled when he heard Arielle's breathing change
to become quicker and shallower. The experienced
lover knew that when a women's breathing changes this
way, that she is his.

'zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz' the 'WD 2000' continued
its relentless assault on Arielle's defenseless pussy.
It was unlike anything Arielle had ever experienced
before. All of her previous sexual experiences have
always been a frustrating roller coaster trying to
find right amount of stimulation. On the other hand
the 'WD 2000' has been field tested on over
two-hundred horny volunteer coeds to find the perfect
frequency for maximal sexual stimulation. The
unyielding vibrations deep into her clitoris and
vagina were driving our helpless heroine into a sexual
frenzy.

'Can't give him the satisfaction of climaxing' gritted
a determined Arielle.

However, the vibrations continued to wear away at her
defenses. The inevitable orgasm was building like an
out of control locomotive. No power, not even
Arielle's brilliant mind could stop the force that was
growing from within her loins.

Brad watched from the foot of the table as the
sex-crazed Arielle squirmed under the continual sexual
force generated by the 'WD 2000'. He felt his
erection build and needed gratification. The image of
Arielle's spectacular body becoming more and more
aroused at his control stimulated his sexual desires
almost as much as the 'WD 2000' did to Arielle. But
unlike the writhing blonde he had bound before him, he
was much more experienced in these realms and waited
until the moment was right.

"Mmmmmmm Mmmmmmmm MMmmmmmmm"

Arielle could feel the orgasm growing and growing.
She gave up trying to contain it long ago and now
desired only for the release that a climax would
bring. She was so close and she wanted it so bad.

'A few more seconds' she thought and then she would be
rewarded.

"Nooooo, don't stop" gasped an ungagged Arielle.

While lost in her sexual frenzy, Arielle did not
notice Brad untying her gag and removing an earplug.
Just before Arielle climaxed, Brad turned off the 'WD
2000'.

He then leaned into the sex-starved Arielle and
whispered "You want me so bad don't you."

The last remaining residue of Arielle's conquered
intellectual mind found a reprieve from the pause in
sexual stimulation and spoke up.

"Go fuck yourself Brad. You have my body bound but I
will never willingly let you rape me. Even if you were
the last man on the earth."

"Rape you. Who said anything about rape. Look at
yourself. Your dripping wet with sexual lust, your
still breathing hot and heavy. Admit it you want it.
Your body's hot for it. I haven't even come close to
raping you. Shit I barely even touched you and you're
still even wearing your underwear. Rape. No one will
believe it." retorted Brad.

"Now, lets see if we can change your mind" whispered
Brad inches away from Arielle's ear.

He pointed the remote and turned the dial to '1'.

"NNnnngggghhhhhhhhh" groaned a still stimulated
Arielle as she tried to suppress her body's sexual
betrayel.

"That's only setting '1'." whispered Brad into
Arielle's ear. "That should keep you going, while I
leave you alone for awhile"

"Wait, where are you going. Don't leave me here!!!"
screamed Arielle.

She tried looking around but was thwarted by her
blindfold. Any struggle only cinched the 'WD 2000'
tighter into her crotch. But this time it was buzzing
away at a lowly setting of '1'. It was on '5' when it
nearly defeated her into climaxing. It kept her
sexually stimulated but it was not strong enough to
progress her towards sexual satisfaction.

Arielle could hear Brad walk away. Next a fridge door
opened and closed. Then the pop of a soda can,
guzzling, a satisfied belch and then nothing. Only
the incessant sound of the 'WD 2000' buzzing away.

'zzzzzz'

From across the room, Brad watched Arielle's
frustrated body try to coax more stimulation out of
the 'WD 2000'. She would try to grind her crotch
deeper into it only to be thwarted by the tight ropes
binding her legs, neck and arms. She was getting
nowhere and after fifteen minutes of trying let out a
sigh of frustration. Brad took this as his cue and
pointed the remote and turned it up to '3'.

"Mmmmmmmmm" moaned the frustrated Arielle as the
stimulation between her legs increased closer to the
desired levels.

When she was being stimulated at level '1', her mind
was at a stalemate between letting go and resisting.
With the intensity of the sexual stimulation tripled,
her intellect was now beginning to lose ground to her
sexual psyche.

Brad knew he had to slowly coax Arielle out of her
repressed shell slowly step by step. He snuck back up
against Arielle and slowly caressed her face around
the blindfold.

"Mmmmm"

The innocent contact felt good to Arielle. If her
mind were any sharper, she would have protested. But
with it clouded by her sexual urges, she did not
resist.

"Feels good doesn't it." whispered Brad in a soothing
tone of voice. At the same time he turned up the 'WD
2000' to '4' to reinforce her positive response.

"MMmmmmmmmmmmm"

Ever so slowly, Brad expanded his caresses to down her
long neck, past the sharp outline of her collarbone,
and down her taut upper extremities. The sensations
were overwhelmingly refreshing to Arielle's achy arms
after being restrained for over an hour.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"

Brad decided to get bolder. Turning the 'WD 2000'
back to its original strength, he targeted her
magnificent breasts. First he ran his gentle fingers
along the edge of her lace bra teasing the writhing
blonde to no end.

The last remnants of her intellect were screaming 'No,
don't let him, this is going to far'. However, it was
unheard by the rest of her mind, now completely
dominated by her sexual desires.

"Oooooo Ooooo Ooooo"

With the combined stimulation of the relentless 'WD
2000' deep vibrations and the gentle caresses of
Brad's soft experienced hands, Arielle was helpless to
resist her eventual sexual domination. Her once
brilliant intellect was eroded into a babbling sexual
mush with only one goal of achieving sexual
gratification. It barely flinched when Brad undid the
clasp of the bra releasing her splendid bosom. It
welcomed Brad's probing fingers as it explored around
first her areola and then her aching nipples.

Ever so softly, Brad whispered "Enjoying it?"

The response given from yearning blonde pleased Brad
to no end.

"Yesssss" exhaled Arielle.

Her body had now completely betrayed her as the sexual
stimulation continued their unrelenting assault. What
was left of any rationale thought process was
completely overwhelmed by her need for sexual release.
Arielle's orgasm was beginning to build, and this
time no force in the universe would be able to contain
it.

"Mmmmmm Mmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"

By now, Brad's hands have made their way along
Arielle's flat abdomen and were tantalizingly
caressing the edge of her drenched panties. His
fingers teased mercilessly at the entrance to the
stunning blonde's prized pussy. Arielle urgently
needed release.

"Inside" whispered the desperate blonde.

In order to get his hands to her pussy, Brad had
climbed up on top of the control panel and had his
groin straddling Arielle's face. Hearing her raspy
voice from between his legs gave Brad an idea.

"What"

"Your hands inside" said a more insistent Arielle.

"Say please"

"Inside, please Brad pleeeaaaasssse"

Brad unzipped his fly to release his straining
nine-inch rod. It sprang out brushing against
Arielle's luscious full lips. Brad returned to the
gentle caresses along Arielle's saturated panties.
Although her mind had completely dissolved into a
sexual slurry long ago, she still did have a genius IQ
and quickly figured out that in order to get further
stimulation from Brad, she would have to respond.

Hesitantly, Arielle stuck out her long wet tongue and
licked a gentle circle around the head of Brad's erect
penis.

After watching the beautiful bound blonde writhe under
his complete control for the last hour, Brad almost
came when Arielle's wonderful tongue touched the tip
of his penis. In fact, of all the women that he had
raped, Arielle was the first to voluntarily give him
head. Her first circle brought a gasp of delight from
Brad.

He rewarded her by slipping his hands under her
panties and caressed her nether lips.

"MMMMMMmmmmmmmmm" groaned a content Arielle as she
opened her succulent mouth to accept Brad's rigid
shaft.

Brad responded by burying his aching penis deep
into Arielle's mouth. Simultaneously, Arielle wrapped
her moist lips around his pole and sucked along its
entire length. When Brad withdrew, Arielle used her
tongue to play with tip of his head as it remained
inside her luscious mouth.

While supporting his body with his left arm, Brad
began stroking Arielle's well-lubricated pussy lips
with his right hand. The combination of Brad's touch
and the 'WD 2000's stellar vibrations drove Arielle
into a complete frenzy. Her sexual needs overwhelmed
any remaining inhibitions and she attacked Brad's
penis with unrestrained fury.

Brad felt the wonderful change in tempo and moved his
strokes towards Arielle's own erect bud. He began
rubbing her aching clitoris in a circular fashion.
Maintaining the rhythm, he began to fuck Arielle's
violated mouth with his nine-inch tool.

Arielle was now a complete sexual animal. Any
resemblance to the previous prim and proper graduate
student has been totally erased by Brad's wonderful
ministrations. With her arms and legs completely
restrained by Brad's strict bondage ropes, her mouth
became the only instrument in which she could
participate in the sex she was having with her
conqueror. The stunning blonde was giving Brad the
best head of his entire sexual experiences.

And the lovely Arielle was getting so close to
cumming. The strict bondage, the utter helplessness,
the unrelenting stimulation from the 'WD 2000', the
wonderfully erect organ that she was playing with in
her mouth, and the perfect rhythm Brad had established
with his fingers on her engorged clitoris were all
bringing her to the most earth-shattering climax in
her life. She was on the brink. Her entire body
tensed up in preparation for the massive orgasm when
...

... when Brad exploded into her mouth. The fingers on
her yearning nub stopped. All Arielle could do was
swallow the jism as she was left frustratingly close.

Brad's orgasm was also the best he has ever had. It
rocked him so hard that it caused his left hand to
slip against the last trigger to activate the T.E.P.S.
With that one slip, Brad had managed to set in motion
a thermonuclear catastrophe that would completely
engulf the entire campus if the bunker doors remained
opened.

Brad's heart skipped a beat when he saw on the
computer screen:

TIME REMAINING UNTIL THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 9min :
58sec

'Oh shit' thought Brad. "Well babe gotta run." Said
Brad as he fled the lab.

"Nooooooo, I'm not finished yet" lamented a
frustrated Arielle.

Arielle was still in a frenzied state and was
oblivious to the immediate danger she was in. She
still desperately needed release. Fortunately, the
'WD 2000' was still attached and humming away at a
stimulating level '5'. The sex-starved blonde began
frantically grinding her soaked groin against the
vibrating machine. She felt her orgasm begin to build
again. Only seconds now before the she would hit her
spectacular climax.

TIME REMAINING UNTIL THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 8min :
02sec
ACTIVATION OF HYDROGEN FUEL PUMPS

'WHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR' screamed the high
pitched hydrogen fuel pumps as they kicked into
action.

The entire lab began to shake as the immense jet
engines began revving up in preparation for
activation.

'Shit' thought Arielle as the sounds of impending
disaster resonated through her lab. 'The T.E.P.S.
have been turned on.'

Immediately, her intellectual mind regained control as
the endangered heroine began realizing her treacherous
predicament. She began formulating options to shut
down the T.E.P.S. However with her arms and legs
bound securely spread eagle and her vision effectively
blindfolded, she knew her chances weren't good.

The shuddering caused by the T.E.P.S. jet caused
every loose item in the lab to shake up and down.
Among them was Brad's remote control for the 'WD
2000', which was left behind when he fled, and perched
precariously on the edge. It was trembling closer and
closer to falling off.

TIME REMAINING UNTIL THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 6min :
12sec

After deliberating through various options, Arielle
felt her best chance was to shut the bunker doors
electronically using commands from the control panel
keyboard. Fortunately, her left hand was tied over
top of the keyboard, so she had a chance. But she
would have to do it blindly, as the keyboard was at
the end of her outstretched arm and her restrained
head was too far away to visualize the keys.

Arielle managed to, through turning her head back and
forth, loosen her blindfold so she can look out the
bottom. Her first sight scared the shit out of her.
Looking down between her exposed breasts, over top of
her soaking wet mons and between her widely spread
legs, she stared right down the pipe of the T.E.P.S.
rocket nozzle. The rocket blast was aimed directly at
her defenseless crotch. In a brief moment of humor
she thought of how little protection her drenched
panties would offer against the thermonuclear
discharge. She was going to get an explosion between
her legs after all.

TIME REMAINING UNTIL THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 5min :
33sec

Getting back to the task at hand, Arielle summoned up
a mental image of the computer keyboard. 'S' was the
second key over from the 'CAPS' key in the middle row.
Deliberately, the bound heroine managed to find some
slack and count the keys over until she felt the
second key and pressed it. 'H' was more in the middle
and Arielle, meticulously walked her left hand over
the keys 'CAPS-A-S-D-F-G-H' and pressed it.

TIME REMAINING UNTIL THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 1min :
47sec

After nearly four painstaking minutes, Arielle had
finally managed to type in blindly the command to
'SHUT DOOR'.

All she needed to do now was hit the 'RETURN' key and
she'd save herself and the campus. 'Focus Arielle
CAPS-A-S-D-F-G-H-J-K-'

TIME REMAINING UNTIL THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 1min :
26sec
INJECTION OF HYDROGEN FUEL

'WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP ...'

The violent thumping caused by the fuel being pumped
shook the lab even more harshly. The keyboard began
jumping around and Arielle lost her position on the
keyboard. Worse, the 'WD 2000' remote control fell
off the table and landed on the floor knocking the
intensity setting to '10'.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
screamed Arielle as the diabolic device between her
legs went ballistic.

She had completely forgot about the 'WD 2000' wedged
up against her crotch while she was focused on
shutting the bunker doors. It was still buzzing away
keeping her nether regions sexually stimulated. At
it's maximum setting, it took over Arielle's body by
storm.

"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM"

The sensations the 'WD 2000' was now bringing to the
powerless Arielle was immeasurable. The researchers
in the sexual physiology lab were unable to go above
'7'
in any of their horny volunteers, as they would pass
out from the immense sexual overload. Arielle,
however, has been stimulated by the 'WD 2000' for
nearly 2 hours straight and her vulnerable sex was
slowly being conditioned to accept and tolerate higher
intensities. As such, no woman has ever experienced
the enormous sexual pleasure Arielle was feeling now.
Her entire body seized up in an attempt to try to
compensate for the blistering passion that was arising
from within her legs. In less than a minute,
Arielle's mind was reduced again to a smoldering
sexual puddle.

TIME REMAINING UNTIL THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 0min
38sec

"muuuuussssttttt pressssss returnnnnnnnnnnn
keyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" squealed the over-sexed blonde's
last remaining rationale thought. With a last-ditched
fling, she threw her hand at the right side of the
computer keyboard.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhHHHHH"
gasped Arielle as the wrist-thigh ropes tightened the
'WD 2000' further into her sopping cunt.

TIME REMAINING UNTIL THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 0min
15sec
BUNKER SHIELD DOORS CLOSING

In what can be described as a miracle, the thrashing
Arielle managed to hit the 'RETURN' key sending the
'SHUT DOOR' command to the control computer. However,
was it too late? Four feet of titanium reinforced
concrete does not close instantaneously. In previous
simulations, it took approximately thirty seconds to
close. However, what was unknown was how long it
would take before the thermonuclear reaction would
generate enough heat to expand and propel out the
hydrogen gas.

The successful grad student Arielle would have been
able to use her vast intellect to calculate complex
formulas to predict this. However, the Arielle that
was currently bound spread eagle with her defenseless
cunt awaiting penetration by the thermonuclear rocket
blast was a remote semblance of her former self. The
'WD 2000' had reduced her to a quivering bundle of raw
sexual flesh. Her once powerful mind was now
incapable of any rationale thought, only sexual
fulfillment.

TIME REMAINING UNTIL THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 0min 0sec
!!!THERMONUCLEAR REACTION!!!

The radioactive fuel bundles engaged the core reactor
setting off a thermonuclear reaction. Gamma radiation
from the reaction began flooding out of the bunker
bathing the exposed Arielle. Heat from the reaction
also began filling the room, quickly raising the
temperature to over 100 degrees. However, it was
still not enough yet to expand the hydrogen gas for
jet propulsion. But soon it will.

"Oooo Oooo Oooo Oooo ..."

Arielle's breathing became louder and quicker as her
spectacular body geared up for a colossal climax. At
this point any stimulation was sexually exciting for
Arielle. The heat from the reactor drove Arielle
deeper and deeper into the sexual frenzy. She was on
the verge of a gigantic orgasm.

TIME OF THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 0min 18sec
BUNKER DOORS CLOSED

'CLUNKKKKKK'

'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH'

The thump of the closing bunker doors reverberated
throughout the lab. It was enough to send Arielle
into her first mind-blowing orgasm. Her body shook
uncontrollably against her restraints as spasms from
her groin engulfed her sweat-drenched body. This
first orgasm continued for over two minutes.

'VROOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM'

TIME OF THERMONUCLEAR REACTION: 3min 48sec
ACTIVATION OF T.E.P.S. ROCKET JETS

The massive vibrations caused by the explosion of the
rocket jets against the bunker doors resonated into
the lab. With barely enough time to recover from her
first orgasm and with the 'WD 2000' continuing its
molestation of Arielle's tender cunt, this next
impulse drove her into another even more massive
orgasm.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Her dripping cunt seized into an unremitting spasm.
Even more sexual juices were squeezed out resulting in
a massive puddle dripping onto the floor between her
long legs. The T.E.P.S. continued to fire against the
bunker's doors, creating the vibrations that continued
to propel Arielle's orgasm. It was relentless. The
climax continued to rock Arielle's exhausted body in a
seemingly perpetually, fuelled by the unrelenting 'WD
2000' and now the T.E.P.S. as well.

Twenty minutes into her immense orgasm, something
mysterious began to happen within Arielle's loins.
The exposure of Arielle's sexually over-stimulated
ovaries to the gamma irradiation mutated the cells
within. Instead of generating hormones for Arielle's
reproductive system, it began to generate
electromagnetic impulses. These impulses manifested
into pink EM energy, arising from within Arielle's,
that could be barely detected by the naked eye. The
pink EM energy slowly began to radiate out energizing
any surrounding muscles to superhuman strength.

At first, the pink EM energy remained in the vicinity
of her groin, stimulating her vagina muscles.
However, this resulted in a vicious feedback loop.
The superhuman enhanced strength of her vagina muscles
dramatically increased the strength of her already
massive orgasm. This resulted in more pink EM energy
and the feedback loop continued until the pink EM
energy was released and coursed throughout her body
looking for a ground. It found it in her handcuffs.
The pink EM energy had a natural affinity for metals
and was now flowing from her ovaries, out through all
four limbs to the handcuffs on Arielle's slender
wrists and ankles. The resultant discharge of pink EM
energy powered the Arielle's limb to superhuman
strength. With her supercharged body convulsing from
the endless orgasm, Arielle involuntarily broke free
of her shackles and crumpled in an orgasmic heap on
the floor lying in her own pool of sexual juices.

'OOOOOOOoooooooooh'

Mercifully, after thirty minutes her orgasm ended.
After breaking out of the handcuffs, the pink EM
energy no longer had a metal target to connect with.
As such it remained quiescent within Arielle's gamma
radiation mutated ovaries. Arielle curled her weary
body into a fetal position in an attempt to recover
from her sexual ordeal.

'zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz'

Still, it was not over. The 'WD 2000' was still
strapped onto Arielle's quivering thighs. Buzzing
away at intensity level '10', it began to take Arielle
unwittingly towards another mammoth orgasm. She
couldn't take any more. A remnant of her intellectual
self instructed her arms to undo the straps securing
the diabolical machine against her groin. But alas,
after three hours of sexual torment and strict
bondage, her trembling hands lacked the dexterity to
release her groin from the ruthless stimulator.
Another orgasm took the dominated Arielle. She was
completely and utterly defeated. Her entire shapely
body convulsed with another climax and mercifully her
brain shut down from the over-stimulation.

Epilogue

Throughout the night, a stunningly beautiful
twenty-four year old grad-student lay curled up,
unconscious on the cum stained floor of her lab. The
'WD 2000' continued to torment the shapely
sweat-covered body and it would still respond with an
unwitting orgasm. Eventually, after innumerable
orgasms, the 'WD 2000' stopped with its battery supply
run dry. Still, a long sexy limb would periodically
twitch in spasm, the after-effects of a night of
immense sexual pleasure. Later that morning, the
weary body awoken and gathered together her clothes
and dragged herself from her lab.

Despite the inauspicious beginning, Arielle Kidson
would learn to harness the pink EM energy that
originated from within her gamma-irradiated loins to
fight truth and justice under the guise of her chosen
moniker, Gamma Girl. When she awoke that fateful
morning, it signaled not the end of long night of
sexual torment, but rather a new dawn - the dawn of a
superheroine.