Captive Gold

Part 2

Written by Mr K

Humans create their own wilderness. They build portions of their cities, only to abandon them and move on. They leave them to the rats, the cast-off humans and now us. We pulled the car into the gutted remains of an old warehouse and unloaded. We took our weapons, our gear, and our prize. Marcy effortlessly slung the golden one over her shoulder and all of us moved to the cargo lift elevator.
In it’s working days, this elevator would move crates and machinery to an underground storage room. Now it was the gateway to our sanctuary.

“Gold has made it her mission to hunt us down. She is one of the Earth women responsible for destroying the original center of our power here on Earth. She is also the first superheroine we controlled and attempted to drain. It was through her that we discovered the physical traits of the Earth superheroines. We can use them, drain them of human life energies for our pleasure, but they remain alive. Regular Earthlings expire when we use their bodies.”

I spoke above the din of the moving elevator. Gold was on her side at our feet, her body curled up in a bound fetal position. When the elevator stopped we took her by the hair and dragged her off.
This was it, the new Labyrinth. The empty space and junk of the Earthlings had been replaced by our culture. Our machines for theirs. Or artifacts for their castoffs. Our mission for their folly. Humming computers. The crystals. The chair. The tapestries of the Congregation. The whole space was shrouded in our colors, our way.
In the middle of it all was the alter. The Slab. A smooth octagon of gray stone with inlaid red gems at each cardinal direction point, it formed the center of our home.

I used our Earth names to give orders.

“Marcy, do the downloading. The rest of you, tie the whore up.”

I moved to get the ropes and chains as they dragged her by her long legs to the Pillar of Truth. They undid her wrists and moved her limp body into standing position against the crystal pillar. Her head sagged for a moment, but was quickly pushed up into place. With my hands full of chains and rope, I approached.
In my human body I can feel true erotic delight. I wove thick black chains around the golden booted ankles and then wrapped the length around the stone. Something rose in me. Something human, wet, and dark. I threaded a length of thick rope between her powerful thighs, pulled it tight, and tied it in layers and circles around her firm, slender waist, then continued around the post.
I trembled.
Someone else twisted chain around her neck, tightened it, and joined her to the pillar. Another bound her wrists and yet another wrapped loops around her below the breasts.
We were all shuddering with arousal at the Earth woman’s helplessness.

“Wake her.”

A quick injection, and she stirred. Large blue eyes slowly opened and scanned over us. There was no fear in her. None that I could see.

“Hello Gold,” I smiled.

“Hello.”

“We have you and this is the end of your line. The end of the line for you and your type. The Congregation learns from mistakes and you will not win tonight.”

“I ....”
The Pillar stung her. The crystals glowed red and the woman screamed.

“You see? Our culture, our power, is returning. We’ve recollected the crystals and artifacts that were lost when you, Mystic, and Thunder destroyed the first Labyrinth. The living stone of the pillar recognizes you.”

It pulsed and she squirmed against the ropes and chains. Muscular limbs fighting in vain, breasts shaking, head thrashing from side to side, she suffered as the stone paid her back for our last defeat.

“We’ve got it!” called Marcy, snapping us back to our original mission. We turned to see the altar’s stones pulsing red and the computer screen running a binary code. This was it. We’d reclaimed the files found in the wreckage of our last home. We’d merged technology with the sacred and now our power was back. We beamed.

“Shall we put her on the altar?” Dobson asked.

I looked back at the woman who grunted, screamed and shook in her bondage.

“No, we’ll go with our original plan. Go get the one called Mystic.”