GOLD
WELCOME TO THE LABYRINTH
Before I could see them, I could hear them. Their voices sounded young, like teenagers. I could hear a bubbling and a youthful joy in the rhythms above me. My vision fuzzy and unfocused, my captors were only shadows, one male, one female.
“Who is she?”
“I don’t know, but she can fly.”
“Fly? How? What...?”
“Well look at her. We’re dealing with a superheroine here. Look ... look at the gold body suit ... the all-in-one body suit. And she moves like the wind, she flies, she ... she’s a superheroine ... some sort of blond, flying super woman. She’s ours now, though.”
“Where was she? How did you catch her?”
“She was down in the body bank - in the labyrinth. She saw everything.”
“How ... how did you catch her?”
“Energy pulse. I used a high rating, but she’s still alive. I put the new cuffs on her, so I think she’ll stay put.”
The feeling was coming back into my body now. I could feel some sort of cuffs holding my wrists together at the small of my back and the same sort of thing pinning my ankles together. I could feel my thick, blond hair matting my face.
“Look at her body.”
“What?”
“It’s a perfect human female body.”
“We’ll take her to the body bank?”
“Yes, but later. It’s been a long time. I can’t remember ....”
One of them manipulated my body a bit.
“Remember...?”
“Before we put her in a body tube. Let’s just remember...”
I was expecting them to undo my ankles so that they could spread my legs, but instead they started at the top. My breasts are large and drew their attention first. Through the second-skin gold body suit, I felt a mouth on each nipple. Their sucking was furious and hard, like they were trying to draw milk from me for survival. My nipples went hard in the gold fabric, giving them two little, tight nuggets to sup on. One, the woman I think, began to bite my whole left breast, squeezing, kneading and taking it in great mouthfuls. She bit and bit as if she wanted to take pieces of it into her.
At one point they stopped and looked at each other, one shadow to another, and agreed.
“It’s as good as I remember. We’ll get information out of her later, right now we’ll just remember old times.”
“Good old days on Mother Earth.”
“It has been a long time.”
Hands began to search around my big, muscular thighs and hips. This would be a long night.
They had me for over an hour. It was a strange session, with them biting every inch of my body, never removing my costume. Eventually, I gained enough strength to talk.
“Who are you?” I asked my molesters. My voice was hoarse and strained.
“We are the Congregation. You are going to die in the labyrinth.”
“I have no idea what you mean? Why must I die?”
“You found us. You saw too much.”
The male opened his designer pants and produced a massive erection.
“You must forgive us. We’ve been away from all of this for a long time and need to satisfy ourselves. We promise your death, when it comes, will be swift.”
More questions. “Explain. Where have you been? What does this mean? Who are those people in the tubes downstairs?”
Even as I asked these questions, he was rubbing his cock on my face, using my cheeks, eyes, nose and hair to masturbate.
“We can’t tell you all of that. This is so very good.”
The woman was lifting my legs and biting my buttocks now.
“You have special powers. You’re like the other woman we captured - the one in purple. She has red hair.”
“You have another woman like me? In one of those tubes?”
“Yes. She’s called Mystic.” Said the woman casually.
“Tell me ....” He shoved the hard organ in my mouth, choking my words back. I was compliant, sucking him until he came in my mouth with a salty rush. He screamed out, rocked by the orgasm, pulled back, and put his cock away.
“Well, I’m done. You?” he asked the woman. She wiped her mouth and nodded yes.
“You came here to find the people in our storage, woman?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll be one now. All questions will be answered.”
She took my legs, he took my upper body, and they carried off.
Honored Guest
Instead of taking me to the storage room, my captors carried me up the long staircase, past oil paintings and ornate wallpaper. Every now and then we would pass one of their friends, also beautiful and young, who would pause and look at me.
“Who is she?”
“Interloper. We want Father to see her before we use her for the new flesh. She was in the labyrinth.”
They carried me through the wide halls full of suits of armour and weapons, full of music and art and child-like laughter, until we reached a drawing room. There, I was dumped on my back. From the floor, I could see the female was blond like me, and also lush-bodied. She was about twenty years my junior and wore a a blue blazer and khaki skirt. He was blond also, beautiful also, and wore slacks in place of her skirt. They smiled, grabbed handfuls of my hair, and effortlessly dragged me to my knees.
“Father, look at what we found.”
Father was like them. Older, but still attractive. Well-dressed. He seemed to be quite at home with all of the books and maps of the drawing room.
I looked to my right caught sight of myself in a long mirror. This was what I looked like as a captive. While I was enslaved to Scorpio’s brother, I never really knew what was going on. My mind was c louded, so I had only vague impressions of the collar he put on me, the rope and chains, his hands on my body. I had a clearer picture of the lesbian show he made me put on with Mystic, but it was still foggy. Nothing was foggy this time.
My body was still covered in the second-skin golden body stocking that I wear, but thick shackles were linked around my golden-booted ankles and pinned my gloved wrists together just above the curve of my butt. Scorpio’s brother had raved over my butt, and it seemed this new master was equally impressed.
He smiled and moved toward me.
“Hello. Welcome. I take it my kids have been experimenting with you ... with your body.”
“Yes. I have questions about you and them ... and this place. What’s going on in this house? Why do they talk about life on Earth in such vague terms?”
He chuckled and continued to look me over.
“You have questions. We have questions. That woman in purple had questions. All will be answered soon enough.”
He tilted my head back and looked into my eyes.
“Soon enough,” he smiled. He then looked up at the young people who’d captured me and sampled my body. “She’s been cooperative? Not as feisty as the other?”
They vigorously shook their heads. “She was unable to fight and barely said a thing as we had her.”
Father looked back at me.
“You’ve been a prisoner before. You know not to resist too much.”
“Yes.”
“Good. You’ll be patient for this, then. I had to paralyze the red-haired one for this.”
He went to a drawer, opened it, and produced a pair of black leather gloves. With a smooth motion and a Cheshire Cat smile, he slid he large hands into the gauntlets. He turned and walked to me.
Wet Leather
I’d been captured and tortured before, but a foe had never entered me until that night. Scorpio’s brother played with me, sucked and bit and finally had me put on the show with Mystic. When the Succubus had me, she made me give her head and drink milk from her breasts. The Hunt Club put a chastity belt on me, which kept me immobile. Father was the first to enter Gold.
He used his thick, gloved fingers. With the nod of his head, a diamond-shaped swath of material disappeared from my crotch, letting the thick lips of my labia and my thick, golden muff be seen. Next, he used some unseen force to pin me to the ground, undo my leg shackles and force my legs apart. My wrists stayed chained. The young ones laughed and smiled as he knelt between my thighs and began to massage my cunt.
“You’re getting juicy.”
I said nothing. Soon there was a thick, wet, slapsuck noise as his leather fingers plunged into me. Currents of sex were flowing through me.
“So, you have questions,” he laughed. “Well, we left Earth a long time ago, you see. And now ...oh, are you coming already?”
I tried to hold it off, but I came for him. Scorpio’s brother had done it, and now this Father was also able to make me come. Even as I screamed, sweat staining my body stocking, nipples hardened again, and my back arching against the carpeted floor, he pumped harder and rubbed my clit. My cunt brine was gushing over his leather fingers. Out of corner of my eye I could see my myself, face flushed, cringing and helplessly coming off for my captor. He was still speaking, explaining who these people were, but all I could hear was the sound of my own orgasm.
“You and Mystic didn’t come here together, but you made the same mistake. You should have left the clues alone and enjoyed an evening elsewhere. Well, since you’re here, we’ll make the evening as enjoyable as we can.”
He slipped the two fingers into my mouth, feeding me my own salt. My cunt was more pungent and musty than Mystic’s.
“Quite enjoyable,” he laughed.
He started into my vagina again.
“Why are you doing this? Explain it all to me again. If I’m never going to leave, why not, right?” I said. I felt another vicious orgasm coming,
“No. I will, but you first.”
He placed a leather-gloved hand on my face, while the other was still in my sex, and a surge of power came through his fingertips. I heard my voice. My own voice, my own brain, was working independent of my will. I revealed my origin as a superheroine. The Scandinavian magic, the runes .... I explained it all. They learned about how I’d studied with the circle of Norse witches and learned their ways until I mastered the powers to use for the “white way” - the good. I told them how I still go back to them in Norway to renew myself. I told them my weaknesses.
When he released me from the psychic grip, I passed out.
When I awoke, I was again in chains. For some reason, they still had not put me into their storage as they did with Mystic. Instead, they had me suspended from the ceiling, my booted toes just dangling above the concrete floor, just barely touching. My wrists were up in thick cuffs and gray chains that ran all the way up to the shadows above me. The material that had vanished from my crotch was still gone. My mind wandered back to a conversation I had with Mystic - Kristen - back in Boston.
We were dressed in our standard Friday night clothes - jeans, leather jackets, cowboy boots - and drinking. She’s a beer swiller, while I tend towards Merlot. As people squeezed past our table in the crowded bar and the juke box played 80’s tunes, we talked freely about being superhuman.
“Don’t love your powers too much,” I said, smelling the bouquet of my drink. It was a nice little Merlot. I heard a man across the room, through the crowd, tell a waitress to put our drinks on his tab. I laughed.
“What?” smiled Kristen.
“I’ll tell you later. Don’t forget that we’re still mortal and we now carry the weakness of both the power and the mortal coil. I mean, we can fly, but we can still fall.”
She was nodding, big pretty blue eyes fixed on me. About twenty years my junior, she was pert, wild and given to acting on impulse.
“All I’m saying is, we aren’t goddesses.”
It was a week later that Scorpio’s bother had us under his control. First, he captured me with his pheromones, then Kristen was lured in and taken. He could have killed us both, but instead had us put on a lesbian show for him. As she straddled me, feeling my breasts and rubbing her spandex crotch against my hip, I remember thinking how the most dangerous villains aren’t the ones who just kill you. They obviously see you as a threat. The most dangerous ones are the ones who know they can kill you anytime, so they savour it all and toy with you.
I remembered this as I hung in chains in the Labyrinth.
The steel door opened and Father came in. He was a damned handsome man, I must say. Tall and gray, with wide shoulders and a muscular physique, he was the type to draw my attention in a bar .
“You’re awake,” he smiled.
“I still don’t know what this is all about. The bodies that I found in the city, the man that I chased, the storage that I found in this house.”
“And these references to not being on Earth.”
“Yes.”
“Think of this. Some kids are out cruising around get hungry. What do they do? They want something tasty, something fun .... what does one do?”
I was honestly puzzled.
“McDonald’s?”
“Bingo. Take-out that, although it may not nourish, feels good.”
“And this connects to you how?”
He began to pace around me, every now and then giving my body a shove so that I would sway like a pendulum.
“We travel, Gold. We enjoy ourselves. We find a planet, look at what it has to offer, and take what we want. On most planets it’s minerals. Earth humans have something special. Earth, for us, is sex.”
He clutched my full hips and steadied me. He could feel how helpless I felt dangling there.
“Human sensuality. We have nothing like it on our planet and have seen nothing like it anywhere. We have no bodies like these. No feelings like these.We enjoy using your species for pleasure . You give us touch and feeling and ....”
Again, his hands were on my breasts, this time squeezing and twisting. “We inhabit your bodies because they feel and we use them up because they feel.”
“The dead ones I found ....” I began.
“Those? Those we actually had in deepest way.”
“You had sex with them? And they died? That could kill the mood.”
He laughed. His was still manipulating my breasts, pressing them up and together, then apart, then sinking his fingers into their mass.
“That’s what happens. Human bodies simply can’t absorb our energy. Let me show you how we enjoy your type. By the way, this is how you will die.”
He stepped back, releasing my tortured breasts, and snapped his fingers. My cuffs opened and I fell to the ground, sprawling on the moist stone of the underground labyrinth. Weak, I lay there in a crumpled heap while he enjoyed the sight of my defeated body. Long limbs and womanly curves in gold stretch material were at his mercy. I tried to rise, but felt his powers holding me there.
“As you see, I have greater powers then my kids. Get on your hands and knees.”
I was able to come up to my hands and knees, my head hanging down, my wet hair pouring down in twisted moist coils. That was a far as I could get. There was a clanking of chains, and I knelt - helpless - as he fastened a dog collar around my neck. Just like Arachnae. Here it was again, that weird Superheroine Humiliation Complex. A soldier at war kills his foe when he can. A cop makes the arrest. But these villains, they waste time trying to humiliate you. When I was held by the Hunt Club, they not only paralyzed me with the belt, but propped me up so I could watch them capture Arachnae, who had found their lair. Through a video camera, I watched as they monitored her infiltration of their complex, shot her with a sleeping dart, kicked and beat her and chained her in her semi-conscious state. They dragged her by her hair and breasts. The main attraction, though, was to have me watch as they lead her around on a dog leash.
Walking with her wrists bound and a thick collar joining her to the hunt master, Arachnae was walked down a gauntlet of huntsmen. They slapped her, bit her breasts and ass, fingered her through the red and blue body suit, and kissed and licked her. She was drowsy, staggering and helpless to stop them. When she would fall, she would be yanked back to her feet. Arachnae is a beautiful woman with a body to die for and they acted like school boys.
Now it was my turn to be in chains. Only this captor had me crawl like a dog.
“You’re my little bitch. Understand?” I was on all fours, progressing down the cold stone passages of the underground labyrinth. My large breasts hung down, my muscular thighs quivered. I didn’t answer him.
“Do you understand!?!”
A yank on the chain.
“I understand,” I coughed. “I’m your little bitch.”