GOLD
WELCOME TO THE
LABYRINTH
Written by Mr K
Before I could see them, I could hear them. Their voices sounded young, like
teenagers. I could hear a bubbling and 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 dont know, but she can fly.
Fly? How? What...?
Well look at her. Were 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 ... shes a superheroine ... some sort
of blond, flying super woman. Shes 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 shes still alive. I put
the new cuffs on her, so I think shell 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?
Its a perfect human female body.
Well take her to the body bank?
Yes, but later. Its been a long time. I cant remember
....
One of them manipulated my body a bit. Strong hands began to move my
legs.
Remember...?
Before we put her in a body tube. Lets 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 my second-skin gold cat 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 slick 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.
Its as good as I remember. Well get information out of
her later, right now well 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. Weve 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 cant tell you all of that. This is so very
good.
The woman was lifting my legs and biting my buttocks now. Hard passionate
bites.
You have special powers. Youre 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. Shes called Mystic, said the woman casually. Now I
knew. They had captured Kristen - Mystic - and were keeping her in this
place.
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. His semen was hot and bitter. He screamed out, rocked by the
orgasm, pulled back, and slowly put his cock away.
Well, Im 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.
Youll be one now. All questions will be
answered.
She took my legs, he took my upper body, and they carried me 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 Scorpios brother,
I never really knew what was going on. My mind was clouded, 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. Scorpios
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. Whats
going on in this house? Why do they talk about life on Earth in such vague
and past 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
whod captured me and sampled my body. Shes 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.
Youve been a prisoner before. You know not to resist too
much.
Yes.
Good. Youll 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
Id been captured and tortured before, but a foe had never
entered me until that night. Scorpios brother played with me, sucked
and bit and finally had me put on the show with Mystic.
When the villainess called 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 while they
fondled me. 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 big 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 wide apart.
My wrists stayed chained. The young ones laughed and smiled as he knelt between
my thighs and began to massage my cunt.
Youre 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. Scorpios 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 the 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 didnt come here together, but you made the same
mistake. You should have left the clues alone and enjoyed an evening elsewhere.
Well, since youre here, well 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 Mystics, I recall. I gagged as he pushed
the thick fingers to the back of my throat.
Quite enjoyable, he laughed.
He started into my vagina again.
Why are you doing this? Explain it all to me again. If Im never
going to leave, why not, right? I said. I felt another vicious orgasm
coming,
I will be happy to, 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 Id 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 of 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. Shes a beer swiller, while I tend towards
Merlot. As people squeezed past our table in the crowded bar and the juke
box played 80s tunes, we talked freely about being
superhuman.
Dont 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 read his
thoughts about how I looked to be about thirty and what a blast it would
be have both of us at once that night. I laughed.
What? smiled Kristen.
Ill tell you later. Dont forget that were 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. She was twenty pert, wild
and given to acting on impulse. At forty, I liked to think I knew a little
better.
All Im saying is, we arent goddesses.
It was a week later that a muscle-bound villain in red - the brother of our
fellow heroine Scorpio - 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 arent 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 savor it all and toy with
you.
I remembered this as I hung in chains in the Labyrinth months
later.
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 .
Youre awake, he smiled.
I still dont 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, he
smiled.
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.
McDonalds?
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 its 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 bodies and 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.
Thats what happens. Human bodies simply cant 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, all six feet of me 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 as far as I could get.
There was a clanking of chains, and I knelt on all fours- helpless - as he
fastened a dog collar around my neck. This was just like what happened to
Arachnae a year ago. 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, so they acted like school boys
with a new toy.
Now it was my turn to be in chains, only this captor had me crawl like a
dog.
Youre 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 didnt answer
him.
Do you understand!?!
A yank on the chain.
I understand, I coughed. Im your little
bitch.
GOLD CHAPTER II - THE WAY OF ALL FLESH
Stone.
Cold.
Footfalls.
Their compound, The Labyrinth, was just that. It was a coiled network
of dead ends, passages, stairwells and twisting turns. All of this was under
the manor and, from what I could pick up from the discussion around me, was
built during their last visit to Earth. I must have crawled the extent of
the entire thing that night. Id given up trying to rise or fight. The
powers of this Father character had full control. With my vagina still exposed,
but the rest of my gold cat suit still in one piece, I crawled around on
the dog leash. All around I could hear people screaming and the sounds of
sex.
Hear that? From behind the doors? Those are all of my children, The
Congregation, having their way with humans weve collected. Each one
will expire. This is how I will finish you, Gold, he said. As hed
done over and over during our stroll, he leaned down and slapped my swollen
cunt lips. He then fondled my breasts and continued our walk.
Now, I have something to show you.
We stopped at one of the doors and he jerked on the leash.
Up lady! Lady!
A captive superheroine, a woman of mystical powers now neutralized, I followed
his orders and rose up on my hind legs. He d back his powers
off just enough for me to be able to come up on my knees. My paws
instantly rose up in a begging posture.
Good girl. Look. He pushed the door open. My mind immediately
went to stories of the Kraken and the Scylla. Tentacles with rows and rows
of suction cups seemed to come from everywhere at once, filling the room.
I couldnt really make out an actual body from which they came, just
thick dull green glistening membrane that lined the walls, ceiling, and floor.
It dripped and it pulsed. In the middle of it all was Mystic.
Like my costume, her purple cat suit was still whole, save for a piece of
material gone from her vagina. Her body, lean, muscular and taut,was inverted
and arched in a painful bow. Several tentacles had one leg. More had an arm.
Another twisted an arm behind her while another pulled the legs wide and
apart, exposing her crotch. Naturally, one was inside her. Smaller feelers
were pulsing on her diminutive breasts and some even coiled through her red
hair. Slime ran over her body in gushes. Her face was a blank.
This is what we are in our natural form. You see, we can enjoy your
bodies in our form or yours. These are the ones who had you
earlier.
So, you are parts of a whole in your natural form? No
individuals?
We can all merge, or a few at a time, but there must always be fusion
with another. Come now.
He closed the door and continued to walk his bitch. Still, he would stop
to spank me or finger my cunt. I remained calm, passive, more concerned about
Mystic than his stupid interstellar frat boy games. In my normal life, Ive
often enjoyed the type of things he did to my body, but as Gold, it was a
challenge to endure - not so much as a humiliation, but as a pain the ass.
Now is your time, finally said.
He took me into a room and shut the door.
Inside was a collection that would make DeSade lay down and weep. I recall
iron maidens, St. Andrews Crosses, racks and the like. He scooped me
up and carried me like a baby to what looked like a gynecologists table.
Helpless, I watched in the mirror as my six-foot-tall, muscular form was
moved around, strapped into stirrups, buckled under leather straps and held
spread-eagle. My vagina was open to him. I still could not
struggle.
The old magic users had told me to face death with my eyes open, and I was
not afraid. It was a crummy way to go, but I was not going to flinch.
Im staying human to have you, he said, opening his robe
to produce a monster cock. This the end for you.
He stood between my legs, and entered me.
GOLD III - OPEN SEASON
Pain is a personal thing, even for super-types. What wounds one is
a brush-off for someone else. For me, it takes a whole like of bone-deep
pain to really slow me down and stop me cold. Father had found it. As he
pulled himself off of me, his sweat dripping down on my metallic cat suit,
I was ripped by a blizzard of stinging pin pricks. My whole body - every
nerve- had been inflamed by his inhuman fucking. I was all screamed out,
and was just wallowing in suffering now.
Youre alive, he marveled, his face agape. Just then, his
children, back in human form, but naked, ran into the room. They
were also covered in shock.
Mystic lived! they exclaimed.
I see, he said looking at me. This is wonderful. It seems
that, as humans go, these superheroines are the only ones who can absorb
our energies. We can enjoy their bodies more than normal womens. Their
physiology is our key.
The room was filled with inhuman laughter. Raising my head a bit, I could
see Mystic being dragged into the room. She was out like a light, and being
dragged by her ankles.
Store these two together. Liquidate the humans in our storage space.
Begin searching. From this moment on, we collect the superheroines of
Earth!
I gave into the pain and passed out.
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 superheroines.
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 next.
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 a monster form, but 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 giant red clit.
Youre 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, wet-look purple cat suit. Unlike Mystics, which covered
her from neck to toe, Thunders 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.
The Congregation had gone hunting for heroines.
I would find out later that theyd used their mental abilities to track
down the energies given off by the use of powers like ours. They found
Thunder fighting with our arch enemy. Scirocco, 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 Thunders ankles in a crossed position. Layers of rope, and
her sleek, athletic legs were trapped. Second-skin wet 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 Thunders 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.
EMBRACE
Thunder gained her powers by chance. I studied with Nordic Wiccans to gain
my powers, but hers came by dumb luck. One good lightning zap during a London
storm, and she was empowered in-utero. Her mom didnt make it, but she
was left able to fly and concentrate energy blasts. Powerful ones. When we
finally got free of Succubus, I watched as she took out the villain's minions
with frightening bursts of electricity.
Her powers were nowhere to be found on the night of our captivity to the
Congregation. Shed had a fight with that bitch that calls herself Scirocco,
The Bringer of Winds. Theyd exchanged electric blasts for gusts of
wind and tossed each other around for an hour of so before Father and his
crew showed up. Thunder would tell me later how the older man simply snapped
his fingers and every ounce of power died in her. She felt herself drop like
a stone as Scirocco sped away. She felt waves close over her.
Powers depleted, hanging in chains, Thunders large black nipples became
sucking candy for her captors. She was little more than Jessica Matthews
now, as I was little more than my regular identity, Tracy. We were just female
bodies.
Two women were sucking her nipples and fingering her mound as I was taken
out of the tube. She was moaning now, and they were dragging me to the ropes
and chains that dangled from the ceiling. Instead of trussing me up like
Thunder, they put me in a hanging spread eagle. My feet were anchored to
the floor, spread far apart in a broad, open, straight-legged stance. My
wrists were locked in dangling chains and stretched out above my head. Both
of us, large-breasted, lush and helpless were being shown what it means to
be an object.
There was a gurgling noise, and I looked over to see the aliens who were
sucking Thunder shift to their true form. In a second, she was encircled
in tentacles. To my left, some that were still in human form were taking
a stock-still Mystic from her holding tube. They took only seconds to string
her up, chaining her ankles, spreading her legs, and hanging her upside down.
Her wrists were chained to her waist and her red locks dangled down. Now,
one after the other dissolved into their alien form and joined the single,
growing beast as it fondled the three of us. A green arm slithered up my
left leg and wrapped around my waist, as another coiled tightly around my
neck. They encircled my thighs and breasts and soon I was in the snuggling
embrace of the creature. Every inch of my metallic-look- gold-clad body was
covered. I was mummified. I was cocooned in the green arms.
This was another supervillain fetish I still try to figure out. They like
to mummify. At least some do. When Eclipse and I battled The Sculptor, I
experienced it first-hand. Wed crept into his loft to free what we
thought was a captive woman. She was probably going to be found tightly-mummified
and in a drug-induced stupor like all of his victims. None could be totally
roused from their drug sleep and all had SCHONE tagged on their bodies.
Wed only been there for a minute before the place was flooded with
a thick green gas. It clogged my nose and mouth, painted the back of my throat
and drained any sort of strength I had out of me. I clutched at my throat
and made a feeble attempt to fly. All I ended up doing was crashing to the
carpeted floor. I convulsed with choking coughs and looked up at Eclipse
through the haze. She was on her knees, also gagging. A second later, she
was sprawled across my body and I was out.
Just like with the Congregation and their multi-armed persona, I awoke to
find myself helpless. I was on my back, strapped to an operating-type table,
as was Eclipse. Her body was similar to mine -tall, long-legged, large-breasted
and muscular. Her hair was blond, and, while my costume was metallic-gold,
hers was a midnight black latex sheath that seemed to be painted to every
detail of her body. A mask came up her neck and covered her face just above
the nose. It reminded me of Alley Kat's costume without the exposed diamond
of cleavage.
Much of the captivity is a blur, but I remember our scrawny, academic-looking
host rubbing his palms and smiling.
Dont worry. Im going to turn you into beautiful
women.
I watched, groggy, my head sagging, as he took hours to tightly wrap her
black-clad body in a thick white gauze, all the while muttering Beautiful
.... Beautiful...
Soon she was a simply a white hour-glass silhouette, with only space enough
to breath. Lovingly, his hands followed her helpless contours.
Beautiful...
Then he did it to me.
The Congregation tentacles embraced me with the same tightness, not penetrating
me, but sealing me up in a slimy full-body hug. Their voice spoke again in
my head.
You will stay this way forever, Gold.
TEA PARTY
I never actually passed out. I went limp. My cunt gushed like a sluice
box. I was dumped to the stone floor when they were done, as were Mystic
and Thunder. We were dragged again, Mystic and I, back to the posh sitting
room. With no ropes or chains to hold us, they sat us in plush chairs, laid
our hands on the arm rests, and opened our legs. We were helpless, living
dolls. Vacant. Their powers and the marathon of groping had cast a veil over
us. Wed been drained and exhausted.
Left alone, vacant-faced with sopping cunts, we waited for the next trial.
The whole room, with its art and thick drapes, was laden with the musty
smell of our sex.
More of the beautiful men and women milled around the room. They sipped tea,
eat scones, and commented on how beautiful we were. Again, my mind wandered
back to being made a mummy by the Sculptor. Once we had both been bound-up
into perfect hour-glass mummies, Eclipse and I were adorned with garlands
and fruit. The Sculptor had a group of friends over that night. He showed
us off - two helpless heroines among his statues. They also chatted about
perfect our shapes were.
Perfect big breasts.
Wonderful hips.
History repeats.
The beautiful people sipped tea and wandered the room. They talked about
us. The door opened and in came Father. The others watched as he walked his
new bitch, Thunder, into the room. She crawled on all fours, as I had, her
head pulled up by the dog collar.
Explain who you are, he chuckled.
It hit me that she was still resisting. She ground her teeth and shuddered,
but finally gave up. Her voice was crisp and British, her words forced.
Im your bitch.
The strain in her face told me that she was fighting them with every ounce
of her being, but losing quickly. It was like when the hunters injected Arachnae
with aphrodisiac. They surrounded her, their cocks unsheathed, and waited
for her to give in to the potion and take one into her supple mouth. She
grimaced in the same way Thunder did now. He jerked on her leash and laughed
and Thunder began to masturbate through the open crotch of her costume.
And what do bitches do?
She hiss through her teeth and shuddered, even as juices dribbled from her
thick, brown lips. Her large nipples went hard in the purple body suit and
she broke.
They eat cunt.
With that , she was on me. She ate me more wildly than any lover had before.
Loud, smacking, gushing sounds came up from between my thighs and the first
tremors of orgasm rocked my long body. Father moved forward, his massive
cock out again, and entered her from behind as I came over and over. I looked
up to see Mystic being inverted again, her legs spread, men and women took
turns tasting her.
The night wore on that way. I discovered that Mystic had a stronger taste
than Thunder, and that my own juices tasted sugary when tasted along with
Thunders off of Mystics mouth. We finally ended up stretched
out side-by-side on the floor, frantically masturbating and staring at the
ceiling.
What do you think folks? asked the naked and flushed Father.
A true dish.
They were great.
I want more Thunder.
Oh, more of the blond, for me.
Father knelt over me and smiled.
I want to gather more of them. I have an idea.
He must have transmitted something to them. Without a word, we were scooped
up and carried through the hallways. One woman got creative, slipping her
thumb into my anus, one finger up my cunt, and dragging me like a six pack.
The Sculptor had made a foot rest out of me, paralyzing me in a doggie position
and placing me in front of his recliner. Hed connected lines to
Eclipses wrists, ankles, knees, shoulders, head - everything to make
her into a living remote control puppet. He sat with his feet on my back,
clicking a remote and laughing as her body jerked and twisted in an erotic
dance for him.
Objects.
Again, we were placed on tables. Each of us, our minds under control, our
bodies at their mercy, lay there as something was placed in each of our vaginas.
It felt like some sort of small, smooth capsule and my muscles instantly
squeezed down around it. A new energy ran through me. Something electric.
Now, bitches, you will go out. You will find your fellow heroines.
We will channel out energies through you and you will collect their unconscious
bodies to bring back. You cant resist can you?
No, we said in unison.
You will do our bidding.
Yes. One voice.
END GAME
When they have you under control, anything is possible. Id
been through the sex toy thing more than once. Id also been through
their need to use captured heroines as weapons. It only made sense that whatever
powers you have might be of use to a villain.
When I was seeking out Vixen in Hong Kong, I found out all about that. She
had captured her sister, Alley Kat. That I knew. What I was to learn was
that Vixen had programmed her brain to act on command as part of an animal
control experiment. Ill never forget the mind-numbing pain of Alley
Kats grip on my breasts as she captured me from behind. Her strength
had been increased ten-fold and it felt as if she was trying to rip the large,
round globes from my body. She shook me and twisted them until Vixen gave
her a command.
Give her a toss!
Alley Kat - the lean, lithe, black-clad heroine - sent me flying into a stack
of oil drums. Groggy, I couldnt fight as she lifted me up by my hair.
I looked up at her -beautiful blond slave - and did nothing as she struck
me in the temple. They stripped my body suit down to my waist and used length
after knotted length of rope to hang me by my breasts from the ceiling.
Never try to come between sisters, Vixen laughed as she hoisted
me up. Even after I escaped from that bind, Alley Kat was able to capture
me for Vixen. With her speed, with her power, she snatched me up in a bear
hug and squeezed me into blackness.
Peregrins ability to fly made her a useful tool for Succubus. When
she was a mind slave, her long, Latina body - a brown and black blur as she
flew in her skin-tight body suit - scooped up Arachnae and carried her higher
and higher until the speed and the altitude knocked her out.
Alley Kat and Peregrine were under complete control back then. Thunder, Mystic
and I were semi-controlled. We could talk, but had no free will as far as
commands. They told us what to do and we simply did it.
The Congregation walked us out into the night air. There was no
need for collars and chains. We were slaves.
What did you put in our bodies? I asked.
They were only too eager to explain. Control pods. Clear minds. Puppet bodies.
A powerful charge from their energy source flowed through us. We knew that
we had to do their bidding and could only choose what we were told to do.
Youll bring Scorpio to us, Father told me. He fondled
me again.
He stepped down the line.
You will bring Eclipse, he told Mystic.
And you.... His hand was on Thunders right breast. You
will bring ....
Nothing, she snapped in her crisp English accent.
He paused.
I will bring you nothing.
Her voice was like a shock through the fall air. It hung there, a moment
of panic and confusion for Father and the others. It hung there, and I recalled
that I never told Mystic about how villains can be over-confident. About
how Vixen the Hunt club, Succubus, all of them lose focus and forget
details.
Thunder came alive. I felt the air crackle as she released her first blast
of energy. They didnt smell like humans when they burned, these
Congregationists. They revert to their original form and smell as alien as
they look.
Thunder was in motion defeating the aliens who still held the rest of us
in bondage. She did that flip that Ive seen her do, and issued a blast
of ball lightning.
A psychic impulse ran through us, and Mystic and I moved to defend our captors.
She was preoccupied with fighting the Congregation, and was taken completely
by surprise as we struck. I fought to resist the impulse, but they were in
control. I attacked Thunder.
I grabbed Thunder around the thighs, again taking in the deep smell of her
crotch. Mystic had her by the breasts. She screamed in pain, even as she
out a thin beam of energy and set fire to another mass of slime and arms.
A burst of my golden energy issued from my body, sending Thunder into
spasms.
Yes!!! screamed Father, his half-human mass dissolving from the
energy blast. We would have had her, if she hadnt produced a stun burst,
blacking us out. As I faded, his words came back to me. A powerful charge.
An energy source.
We woke up in the tall grass. Im not sure where we were compared to
their mansion, but my body no longer hummed with the energy of the
Congregation.
Their energy source recharged you and cleared your head, Mystic
said, her Boston voice wobbly and tired.
Thunder was crouching next to our prone bodies, her gorgeous body framed
in the moonlight.
Thats right, love. Then you were set free by their
demise.
All three of us stood, our bodies throbbing with pain. I was a mass of bites,
bruises and scars.
This has been a great evening, Mystic chirped. She was nursing
her right breast.
Yeah, tell me about it, I laughed.
Thunder ran her finger through her hair and looked at us. If its
any consolation, she said, London-smooth. You were a couple of
great lays.