GOLD IV - SHAKE DOWN THE THUNDER
I was a zombie. I could hear, think, see, but I was a statue. They had taken me by the arms and muscled me into one of hundreds of glass tubes. Each had held a human mortal. Now they had been freed up for us. Freed for super heroines. The door was sealed and I felt each muscle go stiff as a clear gas filled the tube. I stood like a soldier at attention as the Congregation, beautiful and lean, moved around the room. They studied my body, prepared tools, and spoke mentally to one another. They bid over who would have me first.
Mystic was in the same situation, standing across from me. Helpless.
There was an exalt from the end of the hall, and I knew their new project was really underway.
I had met the heroine called Thunder only once before. She had been there, during my fight with Succubus. Her energy bolts had weakened the enemy, who had transformed into her monster form,but she was captured along with me. Mesmerized, she stood stock-still in her yellow-trimmed purple body suit and watched helplessly as Succubus turned me into her whore. Shape shifting from her petite, beautiful, human body to a seven-foot-tall, bat-winged creature, the Succubus had me deliver my tongue to her huge purple clit.
“You’re next,” she giggled to Thunder.
So, here was Thunder again. Again we were both captured. This time, I was the one who could only stand helplessly.
Thunder was a tall - almost as tall as me - and costumed her curves in a skin-tight purple cat suit. Unlike Mystic’s, which covered her from neck to toe, Thunder’s costume left her arms and shoulders bare. It showed her lush cleavage and framed the contours of two perfect brown breasts. I think that she was a mix of several different backgrounds, beautifully baring traits that seemed black, Asian, Latina, and Mediterranean European all at once. That night, she was soaking wet, unconscious, and being dragged by her yellow-booted ankles. The slick wetness of her costume showed the outlines of her large nipples and the thickly-grown mound of her delta.
I would find out later that they’d used their mental abilities to track down the energies given off by the use of powers like our’s. They found Thunder fighting with Scirrocco, who slipped away as Father snapped his fingers and sent the brown woman tumbling into the river.
They did a good of tying her up, I must say. Father watched as one of his women tied Thunder’s ankles in a crossed position. Layers of rope, and her sleek, athletic legs were trapped. Second-skin purple spandex rose and conformed to thick quads and smooth, chiseled calves. The ankles were yanked back until her heels touched the firm, roundness of her butt. One lifted the woman at the waist while the other lashed the rope around her slender torso. Once around the waist, once up and over her left shoulder, again around the waist, then up over her right shoulder. Then tighter. Then tighter so that the ropes cut in against her limp, torso. Another secured her wrists to overhead chains and a winch moaned to life, winding the chain up and dragging her into the air. Father stopped her when their faces were close.
“We come here to enjoy your bodies. Now we need not worry about expending them too quickly.”
His words fell on deaf ears, as Thunder’s head sagged to one side. Her eyes were closed and her sensuous, full lips hung in a senseless pout. Thick, wet black curls framed her face.
Father peeled away the upper portion of her body suit, exposing smooth brown globes and large, black nipples. His lips curled in a smile.