Breaking Power Girl
By Nimrod
The
low hanging storm clouds flowed past the towering skyscrapers in the downturn
financial and commercial district of the city as they released a deluge of rain
onto the city streets far below. In the distance, the occasional thunder could
be heard, deep throated roars rolling in.
The
office of StarrWare Inc, an up and coming force in the software industry, was
empty, with the exception of that of the CEO, Karen Starr. If the clouds were
not in the way, shielding the office space, anyone from the skyscrapers
opposite could look in to see the woman as she paced about in her office.
She
was wearing the ‘uniform’ of a software company CEO, with a light blue denim
jacket over a tight white T-shirt and a pair of low-slung figure hugging jeans.
The clothes showed off the amazing figure of the woman. She had very trim waist
that showed not an ounce of fat, with no hints of love handles. Her thighs
well-toned under the tight elastic denim of her jeans, and her legs seemed to
mile-long, an illusion accentuated by the high-heeled boots that she wore
underneath the jean legs. To complement these long legs, her buttocks were
perched high and out behind her as she walked, swaying to the gentle rhythm of
her pacing.
The
woman’s rich blonde hair was cut into a bob that reached down to her shoulders,
perfectly framing her face with its high cheekbones, sharp long nose, and large
light blue eyes. Beneath her nose, she had full bodied lips that seem to pout
permanently, which she made up with a luscious shade of pink. To complete a
face that could launch a thousand fashion magazines, if she were a movie star
instead of a software company CEO, she had a sharp chin.
But
no one could miss the one asset that set the woman above most other members of
her species. Karen Starr, to put it mildly, is well endowed. Her breasts hung
heavy and high on her chest, pressing out in their bra cups against the front
of her white-shirt, forming large semi-globes on her chest. As she moved, they
bounced lightly, as not even a well-engineered bra could hold their massive
volume in check. There had been endless speculation as to just what her cup
size were amongst the many idle and foolish businessmen who had dealt with her.
Some speculated that they were Ds, while others swore that they could not be
any less than DDs.
No
one, of course had ever dared to put the question across to the woman, for she
exude a dangerous intensity and disdain. What could not be denied was the
amazing talent that the woman had for writing software, rivalled only by her
business acumen. Many businessmen had learnt to abandon their foolish notion
that they were dealing with an air-head blonde with more mass in her breasts
than her head by the first time they were taken at a disadvantage in a business
dealings.
But
the woman tonight was not preoccupied by her business dealings. Her mind was on
something else. She went back to her workstation again and called up all the
information she could find on the recent mysterious disappearances of young
women in the city. The police could not make any progress on finding the women,
which now numbered at least a dozen. Fear is gripping the city now, that a
serial killer might be on the loose. There was nothing the authorities seem
able to do except to warn young women, especially busty blondes – all who
disappeared seemed to be busty blondes – to be careful.
Karen
Starr was naturally concerned with this mystery. This was not because she was a
busty blonde herself, but because of her alter ego. Or rather, her real
identity – Power Girl. As a member of the Justice Society of
Karen
Starr’s interest in the case had grown with each disappearance, but it was only
this afternoon that something pointed her towards a particular suspect. He had
come in to her office, in the guise of another CEO from a rival company that
StarrWare was launching an aggressive hostile takeover of.
Karen
recalled the man’s appearance. He was not unattractive, being in his early
middle age, with salt and pepper hair that was once dark brown. His face was
finely chiselled with hints of Scandinavian ancestry, now mixed with the dark
sensuousness of Mediterranean heritage. He was easily six-foot tall, but he was
still shorter than Karen in her heels. She herself was about five-foot nine
inches tall, but had put on the heels to dominate over the man.
The
man had looked upon her with ill-concealed licentiousness, even as he was
pleading for the fate of his company. Karen had set at the end of the
conference room table, idly listening to the arguments of a man whose company’s
fate had already been decided by her, and he knew it. She was bored, and had
used her x-ray vision to casually scan the contents of the man’s haversack. She
was taken aback to see some strange objects in the bag. There were two pairs of
steel handcuffs, a leather blindfold with circular padded eyepieces, and a
large rubber ball-gag. She looked up from the man’s bag to the man’s eyes, and
suddenly, she realized that he could be imagining her wearing the cuffs, with
her wrists and ankles bound, gagged and blindfolded. That image angered and
disgusted her, but something intrigued her as well. Searching further into his
bag, her eyes found a leather bound journal. Peering a little more intently
with her x-ray vision, she read its contents. The first page contained a list
of dates. Something jolted in her mind, and she found the dates oddly familiar.
After
the man had left, Karen had cleared all business for the day, and sat down at
her computers. Within a few minutes, her suspicions were confirmed. The dates
corresponded with those of the women’s disappearances. Within a few hours, she
made several connections between the disappearances and the man. These linkages
were indirect and unclear, and only with her advantage of having gone through
the man’s bag, that she put them together. She realized that the man had been
on several of the fashion shows where models had disappeared, or had given
talks in campuses where other women had gone missing. It was not difficult to
guess the man’s modus operandi. He was rather good looking, charming in his own
way, and had all the appearance of being rich (something that he still would be
when Karen take his company away from him).
Karen
stood up. She had decided. She would investigate this man. If he were innocent,
there would be no need for the police to become involved to the man’s
embarrassment. If he was guilty, Power Girl can deal with him herself.
Karen
walked over to a cabinet to the side of her office. She placed her palm against
a biometric scanner on the door. It read her print, and opened with a beep. She
opened the door to reveal various sets of clothing, including several power
suits, hanging neatly by hangers. Ignoring them, she pushed them apart to clear
a path to the rear of the cabinet. As her hand touched the panel, it slid down
quietly to reveal once more costume.
It
was a white glossy spandex bodysuit with high-cut leg holes and a high collar,
hanging from a hanger attached to the back of the cabinet. Next to it was hung
a large red cape, also made from PVC fabric. A pair of blue PVC fabric gloves
hung from hooks under the bodysuit, with a pair of thigh-high blue PVC boots
resting on the floor of the secret compartment. Next to them, a red belt with a
round gold buckle was hung from another hook.
Karen
stripped herself down to her white bra and panties. The shoulder straps of her
bra were clearly straining to keep her breasts uplifted. Her panties were a
thong that left her firm buttocks uncovered. There was not a hint of lace on
either item, perhaps so as not to leave an imprint on her white costume.
When
Karen had stripped off her boots as the last item, she pulled the bodysuit from
the back of the cabinet. There was an almost invisible zip running down the
back of the costume. Pulling the zip down, she opened the back, and slipped her
long legs through the leg holes of the bodysuit. She pulled up the costume, and
it rode up her long legs until the crotch-piece of the costume touched her
vagina. As she pulled up, the leg holes stretched upwards until they left her
flared hips exposed. She then fed her long muscular arms into the long sleeves
of the bodysuit, the right one first, then the left one, then pulled up the top
of the costume around her neck. Reaching around behind her, she pulled up the
zip until it came up over her neck.
Karen
looked at herself in the mirror. The bodysuit stretched tightly and firmly over
her curvaceous body, clinging to every dangerous curve on her body, from her
buttocks up to her breasts. A window on the front of her costume allowed the
deep cleavage of her breasts to be revealed, as well as generous portions of
her body.
Karen
reached into the back of the cabinet, and took out the boots. She pulled down
the zips on the inside of the boots. Levitating herself lightly in the air, she
pulled up her shapely legs, and fed each boot in turn onto the appropriate
foot, and zipped them up until they hugged the lower parts of her legs. Then
she came back to rest on her heels. The high heels boosted her height by five
inches, leaving her a towering Amazon.
Karen
now retrieved the red cape from the cabinet, and threw it over her back. She
pulled the cape’s gold medallion over her left shoulder, and then pulled down
its attached gold chain under her right arm. She attached the clasp hook at the
end of the gold chain to a ring at the right end of the top of the cape,
slinging the cape in place. Inspecting herself in the mirror again, she was
satisfied with the way she looked in the mirror. She not only looked strong and
powerful in her heels, she was also astonishingly sexy.
Finally,
to complete her transformation into Power Girl, Karen reached for her red belt,
and pulled them around her hips. She wore them long slung to emphasize the
prominence of her hips. She then took the blue gloves, and slipped them over
her hands until they reached up to her elbows.
Power
Girl turned to the windows of her office. Slipping one open, she climbed
through the window into the cloud. Levitating in the air, she turned back and
closed the window. Then she turned and accelerated away from the skyscraper,
making a straight line for the man’s mansion.
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Power
Girl had scanned the man’s mansion with her x-ray vision as she hovered over
the vast estate. The man had inherited old money, and a large mansion to go
along with it. However, repeated scanning of the mansion showed nothing
suspicious – with the exception of a basement which she could not peer into.
Something was blocking her vision, probably lead-lined walls.
This
alone did not constitute proof. Many of those who could afford it had nuclear bomb
shelters built into their mansions in the fifties and sixties, and this might
merely have been another instance of those. Power Girl could not casually just
smash her way in, for she would risk worse than embarrassment if it was found
to be nothing. So, she bid her time.
When
the man left the mansion in one of his fancy sports car, she flew over him,
following him as he went to a fashionable nightclub in town. She waited
patiently on a rooftop nearby for a few hours. Her patience was rewarded when
the man emerged from the club ... complete with a busty blonde in tow. She did
not seem to be distressed in any way, and seemed to be following the man of her
own free will as she slid into the man’s sports car, allowing the hem of her
micro-skirt to hike up sexily as she slipped her buttocks onto the leather
seat.
Power
Girl followed the man and woman back, using her x-ray vision to monitor the
man. He did nothing to the woman except to paw her, at one stage, feeling his
way down her purple panties, much to Power Girl’s embarrassment. While she was
no prude by any means, she felt as if she was intruding into another person’s
privacy – which was precisely what she was doing.
The
man arrived back at the mansion. Again using her x-ray vision, Power Girl spied
on the couple as they made their way from the extensive garage up to one of the
bed-rooms in the mansion. This was followed by wild sex on the man’s bed, which
again Power Girl witnessed to her embarrassment. She could feel hot flashes on
her cheeks. Then, before she realized it, her breath became more shallow, and
her right hand snaked down towards the spot between her thighs. Power Girl
caught herself in time, and removed her hand. She shook her head. It had been
so long since she had been with a man. Her superhero lifestyle together with
how busy her software business was left her private love life in limbo.
Suddenly, witnessing the love making before her, she realized just low lonely
her life had become.
Power
Girl shook her head again, shaking the water from her hair as the rain soaked
through her white costume, revealing a vague impression of her bra and thong
underneath. She had to refocus. She peered at the bedroom again, and swore when
she realized that it was empty. She quickly scanned the house now. She found
the man again, but now, something had changed. The man was descending a spiral
staircase that led from the bedroom he was in down to the basement. The woman
was still with him, but now, she was wearing a ball-gag that kept her jaws wide
open. Her wrists were now bound in front of her with curtain cords, and the man
was pulling on a long free end like a leash.
Power
Girl quickly swung into action, swooping down to the house. She found a way in
through a skylight, using her heat vision to fuse the alarm sensor on the
window, preventing it from activating as she pulled it open as quietly as she
could. She flew through the house until she found the entrance to the spiral
stair case, and flew down it. She came to a door at the bottom of the staircase,
which was left ajar. She found that her speculation had been correct. The door
was lined with lead, and a concrete staircase led down from the door deep into
the basement.
Suddenly,
a scream pierced through the air, coming out of the doorway. Power Girl froze
for a moment then launched herself through the doorway, brushing the heavy door
aside as she flew down the staircase. She came to a large chamber at the bottom
of the staircase. She saw the woman at the far end of the chamber. She was
completely naked and bent over at the waist. Her neck and wrists were trapped
in padded circular holes next to one another by a rectangular stock made of
heavy gauge steel, hinged at one end, and locked with a heavy padlock at the
other. Her buttocks were kept in an uplifted position by a steel trestle placed
before her long legs, to which her ankles were shackled by thick steel to keep
them spread apart. Her ballgag had been removed to allow her to scream as the
man brought a crop down onto her buttocks again.
Power
Girl had seen enough. She launched herself at the man who was just turning
around. A fist landed on his jaw, knocking him back. He staggered back at this
assault and turned to look at the person attacking him.
“Power
Girl!” He remarked.
Powergirl
landed another punch at the man, this time in his stomach. He bent over and
landed on all fours.
“How
does it feel to be overpowered you pervert!” Power Girl screamed at the man as
she kicked him in the side. She had to be careful to keep her anger in check as
she did not want to kill him, only kick him around a little.
The
man landed on his side, and curled up into a foetal position. Then, a strange
sound came from the man’s throat. At first Power Girl thought he was whimpering
from fear. Then the sound grew stronger, and she realized that he was
chuckling.
“Poor
poor Power Girl,” the man muttered as he climbed up into a kneeling position,
“So busy kicking me around that she did not realize that she had stepped into a
trap.”
Power
Girl stopped short. She looked up and really saw her surroundings for the first
time. On both sides of the chambers were rows and rows of spotlights, like that
for solar baths. Before she realized what this meant, they were switched on,
washing her in their blazing red light. She felt the light wave washed over her
body. She felt the red solar radiation push the yellow solar energy out from
her body.
Stunned,
she did not react as the man launched himself at her. He delivered a sucker
punch at her gut, causing her to bend over. The blow was sharp and painful.
Although she had only been exposed for a few seconds to the red solar energy,
it had completely drained her strength, leaving her no more powerful than an
ordinary woman. Before she could recover, the man produced a black plastic box
from a pouch on his belt. The box had two steel teeth at one end, like the
fangs of a beetle. He pressed a red button on the side of the box, and an
electric arc sparked between the steel teeth. Without any hint of mercy, he
pressed the steel fangs into the uplifted buttocks of the busty blonde.
“Arggghhhhhh!”
Power Girl screamed as she was tasered. Her body flexed back, and she threw her
head back as her body convulsed from the electric shock. Then she fell heavily
onto the floor, flat on her stomach, still conscious but unable to move.
“It
was so easy.” The man said, smiling as he stood astride over the body of the
fallen super heroine. He bent down, and grabbed Power Girl’s red cape, and
lifted it up, exposing her back underneath it.
“I
see that your ass is as marvellous as your breasts. In fact, I think I can put
this cape to better use than covering your ass with it.” The man said
admiringly as he planted a foot on the small of Power Girl’s back. He twisted
the cape around his arms and then pulled up powerfully. The snap hook holding
the cape over her shoulder snapped and became uncoupled, allowing the man to
take the cape away.
Taking
a knife from his pocket, the man now sliced through the fabric of the cape. As
Power Girl moaned powerlessly beneath his foot, he cut the cape into long
ribbons. He had to interrupt his enterprise for a brief moment as the woman
stirred and began to struggle. He knelt down over her and removed her belt from
around her waist. Then he looped the belt around her upper arms and chest, and
buckled the belt tightly, pinning her arms against her body. Then he sat down
onto the small of her back, pinning her to the floor.
“Bastard!”
Power Girl breathed as she felt the weight of the man crush down on her.
“Tsk!
Such language. You will have to learn your proper place, slave!” the man said,
chuckling as he took one of the ribbons in his hand. He fashioned a monkey fist
knot in the middle of the ribbon.
“I’m
not your ... urgh!” Power Girl grunted as the man grabbed a fistful of her
blonde hair and yanked back hard, forcing her to arch her body up and back. As
he pulled back on her head, she was forced to look up and slacken her jaw. He
exploited this position and jammed the monkey fist knot into her mouth. Then taking
the two ends of the red PVC ribbon in his hands, he pulled the knot into her
mouth. He twisted the free ends of the ribbon on either side of the knot, and
pulled them back on the sides of her mouth, curling it into a twisted smile as
the man placed the ends together behind her throat and tied them together with
a tight knot. The end result was a thick and very effective cleave gag made out
of a strip of Power Girl’s own cape that made it impossible for her to utter
anything more than muffled gibberish.
“UMMMMMMMMPH!”
Power Girl moaned, as she continued to put up a fight to show that while she
had been silenced, she was not about to give in.
The
man now took a second ribbon in his hand. He got off the small of Power Girl’s
back, but kept her pinned to the floor by placing a knee on the same spot. He
then pulled back Power Girl’s wrists and crossed them behind her back. She put
up an awful struggle, and even with her super strength now gone, she was still
a strong athletic woman. But pinned as she was, with her upper arms bound
against her torso, it was only a matter of time before the man won the unequal
wrestling match. In short order, he had leashed her wrists together.
Turning
now to her legs, the man now took a third piece of ribbon. He sat down on her
thighs, just beneath her bulging buttocks, and grabbed Power Girl’s right
ankle. After the usual struggle, which the man seemed to enjoy, he succeeded in
pull it up high into the air. He backed up his position until he was sitting on
her firm buttocks before he pushed her right foot down until her right thigh.
Then he tied one end of the ribbon around her ankle, before pulling the free
running end under her thigh. Fighting against the writhing woman, he coiled the
ribbon several times around the ankle and thigh before finally tying off the
free end to the loops keeping her legs folded. The man now took another ribbon
and repeated the process with her left leg. When he was done, Power Girl was
effective frog-tied, with both her legs folded up helplessly by ribbons of her
own cape.
The
man now got off the bound super heroine. He grabbed a handful of her hair and
pulled up.
“UMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHH!”
Power Girl grunted into her gag as she was forced to arch her body up. The man
did not relent, and continued to pull until her body was clear off the floor.
He pulled her up and back until she was lifted back onto her knees. He finally
released her hair, and allowed her to sit back onto her heels, with her bound
legs spread open under her. Her breasts heaved slightly in front of her as she
breathed heavily from her exertions.
The
man stared down at them, fascinated. He could feel himself hardening at the
sight of the woman, bound before him. Her white costume was still wet from the
rain outside, and he could see her underwear underneath. He grasped the top of
the cleavage window, and yanked down hard.
“UMMMMMMPH!”
was all Power Girl could do to protest as the window was stretched wide open by
the man and her bra clad breasts were exposed. Then the man took his knife, and
slipped the blade underneath the band holding the cups against her chest. With
a powerful pull, he sliced through the white fabric, cutting the band. The cups
sprung away from her breasts, and they fell heavily down, juggling as they were
liberating from the confines of the bra, their pink nipples beginning to harden
and enlarge in the cold air of the dungeon.
“Much
better.” The man breathed as he looked down at the awe-inspiring sight of Power
Girl’s heavy breasts. The super heroine felt the hot flush of humiliation flow
through her cheeks, and she began to put up a struggle against her bonds. This
did not allow her to get free, and only result in her breasts juggling even
more wildly, much to the amusement of the man.
“Do
you feel uncomfortable without your bra supporting such gorgeous melons?” the
man asked mockingly, “We would have to do something about that.”
The
man took the last piece of ribbon cut from Power Girl’s cape, and twisted it
into a rope. He placed the middle of the rope over the struggling captive’s
neck. When the woman would not stop struggling, he slapped her savagely across
her right cheek, then her left cheek. Stunned, Power Girl momentarily gave up
her struggles as the man pulled down the ends of the ribbon. He quickly looped
one end around her right breasts, and coiled it several times around the mound
of flesh at its root. Then he tightened the coils, squeezing the flesh out into
almost a ball. He repeated the process with Power Girl’s other breast. He then
stood back to admire his handiwork. The two balls that were Power Girl’s
breasts, now suspended high on her chest from her neck by a strip of her own
cape, were already beginning to turn red from the tightness of the bonds.
The
man now took the free end of the ribbon binding her wrists. He snaked it past
her legs, and pulled it out in front of her from under her crotch. He reached
down and inserted a finger into the hem of her right leg hole. Then he pulled
the finger down, sliding it along the hem until he came to her crotch. Then he
pulled the crotch-piece of the costume aside, revealing her white thong. The
man now took out his knife again, and with a single stroke, sliced the fabric
just above her crotch. The fabric sprung away to reveal the blonde pubic hair
of the captive. The man took the end of the ribbon again and now pulled it up
mercilessly.
“MMMMMPH!”
Power Girl moaned as she felt the ribbon press against the lips of her cunt.
The fabric pushed past the lips and slipped into the soft sensitive flesh they covered
as the man continued to pull up. The captive sucked in her breath as she felt
the fabric rub against her clitoris hood, jostling the clit underneath.
The
man pulled the end of the ribbon up until it met with the ribbon binding Power
Girl’s breasts. He coiled the end around the strips holding her breasts up, and
then tightened the end. This drew the two strips together, further lifting up
her breasts, and pulling them together against one another. They were now like
two bright red fruits hung together along the centre of her torso as the man
tied the end tightly in place, leaving the ribbon nestled deeply in Power
Girl’s cunt.
“Comfortable?”
the man asked. A spiteful stare was all the reply that he got from the gagged
Power Girl as she struggled weakly with her bonds. If she could talk, if she
was willing to tell the truth, she would have told him that the bondage he had
placed her in was fiendishly effective. Not only was she unable to find a way
to break free or to untie her bonds, every move she made was having an effect
on her. The more she pulled at the ribbon binding her wrists, the more the
fabric in her cunt would rub against the sensitive flesh there, and manipulate
her clit underneath her hood. The more she struggled, the more the coils around
her breasts would squeeze and knead them.
“I
see that you still have much fire in you. Perhaps a little punishment is in
order?” the man mused. He reached up grasped a snap hook attached to the end of
a length of chain. As the man pulled down the end of the chain, there was the
sound of a ratchet clicking, paying out the chain link by link until the snap
hook hovered just over the nexus of the ribbons binding Power Girl’s breasts.
He took the snap hook and fed it through the coils around the breasts. Then he
walked over to one of the walls, and pressed a button on a box mounted on it.
There was a heavy whine above Power Girl, and the chain began to pull up. As it
did so, the snap hook was lifted up with it, pulling the ribbons binding her
along with it. As it did so, the coils around her breasts tightened further,
and she felt the ribbon in her crotch dug in deeper. She was forced to first
sit up, then stand up on her knees to take some of the pressure off her
sensitive regions, but soon, even this was not enough. She was lifted
physically off the floor, and the weight of her entire body being suspended
from her breasts and crotch.
“MMMMMPH!”
Power Girl moaned as she felt the vice-like grip on her breasts and the tight
pressure in her crotch. The chain only stopped when she was lifted high up into
the air.
The
man now came over and looked up at the struggling beauty. Her frog-tied legs
were spread open beneath her, allowing him to see up into her crotch. The
ribbon was now nestled so deep in her that her vagina lips almost closed over
it, leaving a picture that looked like a cleave-gag to accompany the actual one
in her mouth. Her breasts were now a very lively red, and the man knew that
soon, they would be purple from the lack of blood circulation.
“Good.
Now, while you’re hung out to dry, perhaps I’ll divert myself with a little
amusement.” The man said, as he took a bull-whip from the wall, and turned his
attention back to the other bound captive in the dungeon, leaving Power Girl to
struggle futilely in her suspension bondage.
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The
next few hours were pure agony for the poor girl as she was whipped and raped
mercilessly in both her holes by the man. The enormous ball-gag had been
returned to her mouth, forcing her to drool as she was abused. Red welts now
covered her body, especially on her breasts and buttocks.
They
had not been easy for Power Girl either. The suspension bondage she had been
placed in was cruel enough. She had lost all sensation in her breasts now, and
looking down, she could see that they are now a deep purple. Worse, her cunt
seemed to be aflame as the ribbon chafed her sensitive skin there. But what was
worse for her was her utter helplessness as she was forced to witness the
torment of the other woman beneath her. She was supposed to be a protector for
the weak and helpless, like the woman below her. Yet, she was unable to do so.
She had been reduced to being weak and helpless herself, and placed in bondage
no less humiliating than the other woman’s. Finally, when she could look no
more, she had turned away from the sight of the woman’s torture, but she could
not escape her gagged screams, each one reminding her just how far she had
fallen.
If
anything was worse, it was the fact that Power Girl felt herself becoming strangely
aroused. The merciless rubbing of her clitoris was having an effect on her. As
she struggled to free her self, she could also feel herself becoming more and
more horny. Soon, she could feel the wetness inside of her escaping pass the
ribbon binding her crotch onto her vulva. The juices dripped down from her
vulva between her spread legs onto the floor. When the man finally stopped
abusing the other woman and turned his attention back to Power Girl, he saw the
little drips on the floor and looked up.
“Well,
well, does our little super heroine like to be tied up?” The man asked,
smiling, “Or does she enjoy the sight of another woman being abused.”
“MMMMMMMPPHHHHHHHH!”
Power Girl screamed into her gag, and renewed her futile attempts to break her
bondage. She wanted to tell the man what a monster he was. But all she
succeeded in doing was to set her breasts in motion again.
The
man smiled, and went over to the control box on the wall. He pressed the button
again, and Power Girl was slowly lowered to the floor until she was sitting on
her heels again. He came back to the bound woman and removed the hook from the
ribbons binding her breasts. Then he untied the nexus of ribbons from around
the woman’s breasts, freeing her breasts and relieving the tension from her
crotch. As the coils became undone from around her breasts, little pin pricks
began to grow over her breasts, pin pricks which soon grew into what seemed
like piercings using knitting needles, as blood returned to her breasts. Power
Girl could only moan.
“Don’t
deny it, little slave,” The man whispered into her right ear as she writhed,
“You enjoyed it didn’t you?”
Power
Girl felt the now familiar sense of shame flood her cheeks. She could not deny
that she was feeling wet and horny right now. How could she feel like this when
she had been captured, horribly humiliated and was still a captive of this man?
How could she be such a slut.
The
man now pushed Power Girl forward and lowered her forward onto the floor until
her chest was resting on the floor and her right cheek pressed into its cold
concrete. Her legs were still folded, resting on her knees, with her buttocks
now lifted high up into the air. The man lifted the ribbon away from her
crotch, exposing it to the cold air. Her cunt was still juicy and wet.
“Perhaps
what you want now is the feel of a man within you.” The man said, laughing. He
still had not put on his pants, which he had taken off earlier to rape the
other woman. Now his penis was rock hard again, and Power Girl could see it being
aimed at her vagina as she looked back between her legs.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHH!”
Power Girl protested as she felt the hot tip of the penis touch her vagina
lips. It pierced through the folds of flesh and entered her tunnel.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Power Girl screamed into her gag as the fleshy monster entered into her tight
vagina, its way eased by the lubrication provided by her own juice. It shoved
its way into her. As the man began to pump vigorously into her upraised
buttocks, her breasts, which were still light purple, began to juggle
underneath her as her entire body rocked to the motion. She struggled and
twisted, but the man held firmly to her wide buttocks as he raped her. She
could only continue to scream and protest into her gag as the monster slide up
and down her tract. Finally, she felt the man released his load into her, a
flush of fluid ejaculated into her innards. When the man withdrew his manhood
from inside of her, he leg to of her and she felt to her side. She began to sob
uncontrollably, shame overwhelming her at her own helplessness and rape. White
juice flowed out of her cunt, a musty mixture of her own juice and the man’s
semen.
“That
was good, slave.” The man said, smiling as he stood up. He left Power Girl
sobbing on the floor as he walked over to a chest of drawers at a corner of the
chamber. He returned with a thick white leather collar, with a chain leash
attached.
“Now
that you’re my slave, this should be around your neck.” The man said. Power
Girl did not resist as he grabbed her hair again, and lifted up her neck to
wrap the leather collar around her throat. Then he pulled the ends together
behind her back, and used the three buckles and straps there to secure the collar
in place. The collar was a high one, and once it was properly strapped in,
Power Girl was forced to tilt her neck up. The man now untied her wrists and
allowed her lower arms to fall forward. He stood up and picked up the other end
of the leash chain and tugged at it.
“Move
it, slave!” the man commanded harshly as he pulled at the chain.
Power
Girl was forced to clumber up to her knees, then stand on all fours, on her
knees and hands. With her own belt still binding her upper arms and body, she
did so with some difficulty, her breasts flopping underneath her.
The
man was merciless and ignored her. He pulled on the chain again, and began to
walk off, leading the defeated super heroine by the leash. She was forced to scamper
after him on all fours, moving her frog-tied legs and lower arms as fast as she
could to keep up with him and prevent herself from being choked.
“MMMMPH!
MMMMMPH!” Power Girl moaned as she was led out of the chamber through a doorway
into another chamber beyond. This
chamber was longer by comparison with the first. Looking around her with some
difficulty with the collar around her throat, she saw that it was lined with
little cells made from chain-link fences. Inside, were the missing women. All
of them were undressed to some degree. Some were completely naked. Others still
had some clothing on them, usually cut up or ragged. There was a bra here and a
panties there, or garter-belt with ruined stockings. But all were humiliatingly
exposed. All were bound in one way or other. The women were all looking at her
now. They recognised the costume, and some of their faces registered shock.
Power Girl could only imagine what they were thinking. She was thinking the
same herself. How could such a powerful super heroine be reduced to such a state,
a slave walking like a dog behind her captor, an ordinary mortal?
Power
Girl was led beyond the cages until she came to the end of the chamber. There
were other cells here, but these were bricked up little rooms, with heavy
doors.
“This
is where I keep the more recalcitrant ones.” The man said, “Sort of solitary
confinement cells.”
The
man unlocked one of the cell doors, and opened it. It was completely dark
within the cell. As the door opened, a rectangle of light was thrown in, to
reveal a woman suspended from the ceiling. The woman’s ankles were crossed in
front of her, and tied to her neck with a thick rough rope. Her heavy breasts
could just be seen beneath her thighs, with rope binding them above and below.
The rope suspending her was tied to these lines, just above her cleavage. With
her weight resting on her breasts, they were squeezed and pulled upwards. Her
arms had been pulled behind her, and no doubt bound together.
In
this position, the woman’s cunt was completely exposed to view, at the level of
the man’s penis. This would no doubt allow her to be used any time the man
pleased. Power Girl could see the stains of her previous rapes on her vulva and
her anus. The latter had been stretched open from the usual pucker into a loose
hole. The woman was looking at her too, her eyes lined with ruined mascara.
They were empty as if her mind had been ruined by the abuses inflicted on her.
Her jaws, held open by a steel vice, drooled uncontrollably onto her breast.
“She
is particularly difficult to break.” The man said, “But soon, she will be as
compliant as the rest.”
The
man shut the door on the unfortunate woman, and now tugged on Power Girl’s
chain again. She was led to the cell furthest away in the corner. The man
opened the door to reveal the inside of the cell.
Unlike
the first cell, this one was lit by a small naked bulb suspended by a wire from
the ceiling. There was a single piece of furniture in the cell in front of the
far wall, an iron frame bed. There was no mattress on the wire frame. Short
chains had been secured to the heavy frame of the bed at each of the corners,
chains ending with snap hooks. Power Girl was led to the front of the bed, and
brought to a stop, standing on her hands and knees. Looking onto the wire-frame
of the bed, she saw thick iron shackles placed on them. There were two sizes,
one smaller than the other. Each were hinged into two halves, and kept close
with heavy padlocks. The man took one of the smaller ones, and opened the lock
with a key. He knelt down and opened the shackle. He then closed it around her
left wrist, and padlocked it. He took the other smaller shackle, and secured
her right wrist in the same way, before taking the larger shackles, and placing
them around her upraised ankles.
The
man now pulled Power Girl up to the right front corner of the bed.
“Get
on the bed!” the man ordered. When Power Girl was slow to obey, the man yanked
the leash chain up mercilessly, choking her. She moved to obey as well as she
could in her bound position. The man had to help lift her up off the floor and
rest her buttocks on the edge of the bed. The man spread her legs open roughly,
and took the snap hook on the end of the chain secured to that corner of the
bed. He snapped the hook into the padlock on the ankle shackle on her ankle
next to it, her left ankle. He then pulled her wrists together, and yanked her
to one side, and used the snap-hook attached to the chain riveted to the corner
behind her to secure her wrists together. Only when she was thus secured did he
untie her left leg.
“Move
your butt to the center!” the man ordered, yanking her chain again. Power Girl
had no choice but to obey. She twisted her body, rubbing her bare buttocks
against the rusty links of the wire-frame underneath to manoeuvre herself into
position. The man took a hold of her right ankle, and untied her right leg.
Before she could even think of kicking him, the man had pulled the leg straight
and down, and secured the shackle around her right ankle to the other front
corner of the bed with the relevant snap hook. The whole arrangement now left
Power Girl sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide open.
The
man stood up and walked around into the narrow space behind the bed. He leaned
down and unbuckled the belt that had bound her arms to her body. Then, he
released her right wrist from the snap-hook and pulled her right arm straight
and away. From this position over her, he had no problems defeating her
pathetic attempt at resisting as he pulled her wrist to the far corner of the
bed, and secured it to the snap-hook.
Standing
back, the man surveyed the result of his work. Power Girl had been mercilessly
spread-eagled across the iron frame bed, with her thighs spread open along the
edge and her arms were stretched along the rear length. The man turned and left
the room. He soon returned with two large black rubber objects in one hand and
a squeeze bottle in the other.
Power
Girl’s eyes widened when she saw what they were. One was a long and thick dildo
with a blunt tip. The other was cone-shaped, with a sharp tip that steadily
thickened into a fat body, before pinching in at the bottom. She knew what it
was. It was a butt-plug. The man placed the butt-plug next to her. He pushed up
the snap-cover of the squeeze bottle, and squeezed a generous amount of its
viscous clear gel onto it. He applied the gel all over the dildo, then aimed
the tip at Power Girl’s cunt.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Power Girl screamed as she felt the monster enter her, its passage eased both
by the remaining fluid from her earlier rape and the lubricant the man had
applied on its surface. Its girth was nothing that she had ever endured, and
she felt it stretched her vagina wall to its limit as it snaked relentlessly
into her. She could only shake her head violently and pull at her fetters as
the monster slid into her. When it could go in no more, the man took his hand
off it and picked up the butt-plug. He applied an equally generous amount of
lubricant on the cone, and aimed it at the puckered mouth of her anus.
Power
Girl had never had a butt-plug put into her before. She was fearful of how it
would feel. She felt its cool surface pierce through the mouth of her
sphincter, and it began to widen the muscle steadily as it entered. The man
showed no mercy as he pushed, not relieving the pressure at all to allow her
sphincter to relax and get use to the stretch. He pushed it in steadily and the
butt-plug’s girth stretched the sphincter painfully open as it entered. Power
Girl could only scream into her gag as the pain shot up her spine. Finally,
after what seemed like a long time, the fattest portion was past, and her anus
closed over the pinched waist of the plug, drawing it deeper into her. Together
with the dildo already in her, she felt as if her insides had been filled to
the brim.
“That
will do for tonight.” The man said, satisfied as Power Girl writhed helplessly,
tugging at the shackles and chains holding her. The man turned to go. At the
door, he stopped.
“Oh,
before I forget.” The man said, holding up a small black plastic box. He
pressed a button on its face. There was a beep. Suddenly, the two rubber
monsters now nestled in her lower tracts came to life with powerful pulses of
vibration. Power Girl felt herself shoot to the core as the monsters pulsated
within her.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Power Girl screamed into her gag as the man laughed and slammed the cell door
shut behind him, leaving his captive to her torments.
+++++
Power
Girl spent what seemed like days in her cell, her insides being ruthlessly
assaulted by the monsters inserted into her. Her shackles held her helplessly
flat on her back as her body convulsed from the tremors from the monsters. They
did not stay on all the time, quieting down from time to time, but, often, just
as Power Girl was dropping off to an exhausted sleep, they would come alive
again, shaking her awake, and setting her off her moaning and groaning again.
The
monsters were very effective at stimulating her sex as well. She was aroused
again and again, and then forced to cum. She had cummed so many times that she
could cum no more, and her body simply convulsed and produced no more juice.
Then the monsters would suddenly go silent again, leaving her panting from her
exertions.
The
single bulb in the cell seemed to be tied to the monsters inside of her. When
the monsters go silent, the bulb would begin to dim, then stop shining
altogether, plunging her into the darkness of her cell. The cell door fitted
its frame well enough that no light came in from any cracks. No sound could be
heard either through the door, and the only sounds in her cell were that of her
own gagged moaning, her laboured breathing, and the clinking her the chains
that bind her as she struggled with them.
Power
Girl felt completely isolated in her bonds as she laid in her darkness. The
lack of sounds and light as she lay on the bed frame made her feel as if she
had been abandoned. Although she knew that she had been captured for no more
than a few days, her isolation made her captivity seem to stretch out. Her
memories of freedom, of soaring through the air seem to be increasingly
distant, an alien thought that had no associations whatsoever with who she was
currently. And then, the monsters would come back to live again.
In
time, Power Girl began to welcome the torments of the monster. They were the
only powerful stimulus that broke into her world of silence and darkness, the
only things that seem to awaken her senses from their increasing stupor. But
each time their ministrations stopped, she was plunged into even deeper
isolation, an isolation that increasingly numbed her mind and dulled her
senses.
It
did not help that Power Girl’s body was becoming weaker by the day. She had not
partaken of any food since her captivity. The hunger within her was slowly
growing, gnawing at her, weakening her physically. With her ebbing strength,
her ability to hold on to her sanity or her focus went as well, making her even
more vulnerable to the encroaching despair that threatened to engulf her.
But
soon, her hunger was replaced by the thirst in her mouth. Power Girl’s mouth
was still gagged by the ribbon cut from her own costume. The cape, once a
symbol of her superpowers, was now used to torment her in yet another way. With
her mouth held open, with the knot in her mouth, she kept salivating. When the
saliva dried off, it left nothing but a dry mouth behind, increasing her
thirst.
Power
Girl felt abandoned in her cell as time crawled slowly. Her mind became
increasingly dull as she struggled with her isolation, her hunger, her thirst,
and then the burst of maniac energy from her nether regions that shook her to
the core. She began to wonder if this was the ultimate plan of the man, to
abandon her, and to allow her to die of thirst, hunger or sexual
over-stimulation.
When
the man finally returned, Power Girl was almost happy to see him. The door
handled rattled, and the door opened a crack, allow light from the outside to
enter the room for the first time in a long while. She lifted her head up
weakly to watch the man as he came in. The man smiled with satisfaction as he
inspected the debilitated super heroine lying spread-eagled before him. She
could not even rattle her chains with any vigour, but could only writhe feebly
in her shackles.
The
man went over to Power Girl’s head, and knelt down. He unknotted the gag and
pulled out the ribbon of fabric. This allowed the captive to close her mouth,
relaxing her aching jaw.
“Do
you want a drink, slave?” the man demanded to know.
Before
she could help herself, her reply was already out of her mouth, “Yes ... yes
...”
“Yes,
what?” the man demanded, slapping Power Girl across her right cheek.
“Yes
... yes, master!” Power Girl croaked with her dry mouth.
“What,
no defiance?” the man asked, mocking the collapse of her resistance. Power Girl
blushed again. She had said it almost as an animal reaction, but the man was
right, the defiance had gone out of her. But before she could say anything
more, the man took another gag ready, this time a rubber gag shaped in the form
of a penis. He stuffed its white rubber body into her mouth, its shank
protruding about an inch beyond her lips. The shank was fitted with a steel
washer. A rubber pad was fitted to this steel ring by rivets on the
circumference of the washer. This pad covered her mouth completely. A pair of
rubber straps were fitted to the sides of the pad, and the man pulled these
straps down under her neck, and secured them together with the buckle and strap
fitted to their ends. When this was done, he went out of the cell. When he
returned, he was holding a white plastic bottle in his hand. The bottle had a
long rubber tube that ran through its cap down into its inside, which was
filled with a brown liquid. He took the other end of the tube, and inserted it
into a steel tube inserted into the shank of the penis gag in Power Girl’s
mouth. He squeezed the bottle until the brown liquid entered the tube and
snaked its way up it into her gag. Then Power Girl tasted the liquid as it
squirted into her mouth. It was foul tasting, a mixture of the saltiness of
sweat and bitterness. But it was liquid, and it eased her thirst.
The
man placed the bottle next to Power Girl on the bed frame and took off his
pants and climbed onto the bed frame. He sat down onto Power Girl’s flat
stomach. His penis was already hardening and lengthening before him. He grabbed
her large breasts and encompassed his shaft with them.
“Suck
bitch!” the man ordered, “You have until I finish breast fucking you.”
With
those words, the man began to rub his penis with Power Girl’s ample breasts.
The captive immediately began to suck as the man rocked back and forth on her
stomach, kneading her breasts. She could feel herself beginning to respond to the
manipulations of her breasts, which she tried to ignore the best she could as
she sucked as quickly as she could. Then, the monsters within her came to live
again, shaking her to the core, causing her to stop sucking for a brief moment,
before resuming again with even more desperation.
The
man kept using her breasts to pump his own cock. His expression told Power Girl
that he was bringing himself to a climax. Then, suddenly, he jerked, and
ejaculated his sperm from the penis between her breasts all over her chin. He
sighed with satisfaction as his penis began to shrink. Then he reached down,
and pulled the tube from her gag. There was still half a bottle of liquid left.
As the tube was lifted away from her, Power Girl’s eyes showed a mixture of
frustration and pleading.
“Suck
faster next time, slave.” The man retorted, standing up. He turned and left her
in her cell again. As the door slammed shut, the bulb began to dim again,
before finally plunging the captive into darkness, leaving only the soft sobs
of the slave.
+++++
Over
the next few visits, Power Girl did learn to suck faster. Her tongue and lips
reached new levels of competence as she pumped the rubber penis gag in her
mouth, sucking the liquid in through the tube. She found that although the
liquid tasted foul, it not only kept her partially hydrating, but satiated some
of her hunger. She speculated that the brown juice was a liquid diet meant to
keep her alive.
Always,
when the man fed her, he would make use of her body in one way or the other.
Sometimes he would breast fuck her, while others, he would use one of her lower
tracts, removing the dildo or the butt-plug to gain access to her holes. With
the latter in her, her anus was kept permanently open and welcome to
penetration by the man. With her thighs kept open by the chains attached to her
ankle shackles, she could not deny him access whenever he chose.
But
the man had kept his visits few and far in between. Most of the time, she was
kept in darkness and silence. Even the vibrations of the monsters had become
increasingly infrequent. She found herself beginning to miss the vibrations,
and would grind her hips in an effort to gain some sort of sensations or
stimulations from the still monsters inside of her.
Soon,
this grew into a need, a need that was increasingly unmet. It seemed to be a
deliberate strategy by the man. But knowing this did not help Power Girl defend
against its effect. She found herself beginning to long for the man’s next
visit, for her next rape. She found herself even grinding her hips into the man
when he was raping her. When the man was gone, she was once more filled with
shame and dismay at how low she had fallen.
To
add to her degradation, Power Girl’s cell was becoming increasingly filthy.
With her permanently spread-eagled, she could not go to one corner to relief
herself. While the liquid diet generated no shit, she still had to urinate, and
the only way for her to do so was to do it where she was, flat on her back on
the bed frame. The urine trickled out of her uterus, down her crotch and onto
the floor. The cell was stinking from her dried urine. Yet, the man did not
seem to be put off by this, and continued to use her body. In fact, the man
seemed to enjoy keeping her in this disgusting situation.
This
finally changed one day. Power Girl did not know how long it was into her
captivity. She was unable to keep time, isolated as she was from the rhythms of
the outside world. Her life now consisted of only one cycle, that of her
feeding and rapes, followed by her isolation.
The
man came back in, uncoiling a rubber hose as he entered. The hose had a nozzle
at one end. He pressed the lever on the nozzle, and a jet of water shot out,
hitting Power Girl in her crotch. Her hips bucked and she moaned as the cold
water hit her, washing her down. He then played the jet of water up and down
her body, wetting her white costume.
When
he was done, the man stepped out of the cell again, pulling the hose behind
him. He returned with a chrome steel folding stand, which he placed in front of
her right thigh. There was a tray on top of the stand, and he took something
out of it. Glancing down at it, Power Girl could see that it was a stainless
steel piercing gun, like the one used to pierce holes in ears for earrings. He
laid the gun next to her right hip, and took another object out from the tray.
It
was a flat white paper package. Ripping one end open, he pulled a gauze pad
from within it. The strong smell of medicinal alcohol filled the cell. The man
bent down, and Power Girl felt the pad being applied to her vagina lips. The
coolness of the alcohol penetrated the skin, numbing them.
The
man laid the pad aside, and took up the piercing gun. Power Girl tried to see
what he was doing, but the gun moved beyond her view. She felt her right vagina
lip being pulled out. Then, there was the heavy clack of the gun mechanism
being worked. She felt the dull pang from her vulva, and realized that her
vagina lips were being pierced. The man kept working the gun and she realized that
he must have made a row of holes down the vagina lip. Then he turned his
attention to the other vagina lip.
When
the man was done, he stood up and laid the piercing gun aside. He turned to the
tray again, and picked up a steel split ring from it. He also took up what
looked like a pair of pliers. He knelt down before her crotch again, and she
could feel the skin of her right vagina lip being tugged at. She guessed that
the ring was now being placed into one of the holes. When the man was done, he
placed the pliers between her legs, and she saw him pressing the handles
together. This must have been to close the split ring.
The
man worked for some time, placing ring after ring into the holes in her vagina
lips. Power Girl counted at least five rings on each of her vagina lips. As he
worked, the anaesthetic effect of the alcohol began to wear off, and she could
feel him threading the rings in before closing them.
When
the man was done, he stood up, and picked up another white package. He opened
it and took out another alcohol soaked pad. This time, he dabbed the alcohol on
the nipples of her exposed breasts. He picked up the piercing gun, and with
practiced ease, pierced both her nipples. She hardly felt a thing, but knew
that they would soon hurt. Then, picking up two split rings, he placed a ring
on each of her pierced nipple.
When
the man was done, he went back to her crotch. He grasped the base of the
butt-plug inserted into her anus and withdrew the monster, a motion that Power
Girl had become familiar with. The sensation of her sphincter being stretched
again as the monster came out, however was something she would always find
uncomfortable.
The
man casually dropped the rubber plug onto the floor. Next, he pulled out the
dildo, and similarly discarded it with little ceremony. Now, he picked up a
slightly curved steel shank from the tray. This was shorter but hardly thinner
than the rubber dildo, but it had a steel ring at one end. The man aimed the
other end at her vagina, and slipped the shank deep into her. She felt its cool
steel snake into her, twisting and nestling into place inside her vagina.
Next,
the man picked up a steel butt-plug from the tray. This, tool, had a steel ring
at its base. Otherwise, it could almost be a replica of the rubber plug that
had occupied her asshole for so long. The man inserted the plug into her with
little difficulty, as her sphincter was now loosened, and her anus was still
heavily lubricated.
The
man took another item from the tray. It was a stainless steel shank. It had a hollow
knob at one end, and an opening pierced in the other. The man knelt down before
Power Girl’s crotch, and she felt the man fed the tip of the shank through the
first ring on her right vagina lip, the first one from the top. Then, he pulled
the first ring on her left vagina lip, the second one from the top, and fed the
shank through that as well. He worked his way down, pulling the rings from her
right and left vagina lip. In between, he had fed the shank through the ring at
the base of the steel dildo now inserted in her as well. He continued working until the shank was fed
through all of the rings, closing her vagina lips over the base of the dildo.
Finally the man fed the shank through the ring at the base of the butt-plug. He
reached up and took a small padlock from the tray, and Power Girl could feel
the shank of the lock being placed through the hole in the tip. Then, there was
the decisive click of the shank being snap into place.
All
that steel in her nether regions made Power Girl feel heavy there. She could
feel the metal in her skin and tracts warming up now. The man stood up, picked
up the tray and stand, and exited from the cell. When he returned, he bore two
heavy chains. He round to Power Girl’s right wrist, and released the snap hook
from the shackle. He unlocked the padlock securing the shackle, but not for
long. He fed the link on one end of the chain into the shank, and closed the
padlock. Then he pulled the chain across her body, pulling her wrist, then her
arm, and finally her body with it to her other wrist. Unlocking and locking the
padlock, he secured the other end of the chain to the shackle.
The
man took the other length of chain now, and went to her legs. He began with
Power Girl’s right leg, attaching one end of the chain to it, before pulling
the chain across to her left ankle, and securing it. When he was done, Power
Girl was free from the bed frame, but her wrists and ankles had been chained
together. He pulled on the chain linking her wrists, forcing her to sit up. He
now took a new padlock, and fitted its shank into the middle of the chains
linking Power Girl’s wrists. He pulled up the lock until it mated up to a
D-ring riveted to the front of the collar around Power Girl’s neck. When he
locked it in place, the chain pulled up both her wrists such that they were
suspended next to her heavy breasts.
“Get
up, slave!” the man ordered. Power Girl moved gingerly to obey. If she had
thought of it, she would probably have been surprised at the almost automatic way
she was responding to his command, but she did not. She stood up awkwardly,
unused to the sensation of standing, especially in the high-heel boots she was
still wearing, nearly losing her balance before the man caught her. She then
stood before him, her right leg bent slightly forward at the knee.
The
man took something out of his pocket. It was a bell, and it rang as he shook it
by the snap hook attached to the top of it. He placed the hook into the hole
through the knob of the steel shank closing Power Girl’s vagina lips. He then
took another two bells, and attached them to the rings threaded through her
nipples.
The
man now took her leash chain, and yanked it, forcing Power Girl to walk
forward. As she did so, the short chain linking her ankles restricted her
movement. At the same time, the bell at her crotch and her nipples rang
cheerfully with each of her movement. She had to shuffle her way out of her
cell, into the chamber. The other women looked up at her as she filed out of
her cell, her white costume now filthy, her hair a mess, and her breasts
juggling. Power Girl blushed again as she was paraded past the other captives.
Power
Girl was led out into the first chamber where she had been captured so many
days before. More chains now dangled from the ceiling, as well as attached to
iron rings on the floor, all fitted with snap-hooks at their ends. There was an
area to the centre of the chamber, where a chest of steel drawers had been
placed. Next to it was a spot surrounded by several video cameras mounted on
tri-pods, aimed towards their middle. A video monitor had been set up on top of
the drawers.
Power
Girl was brought to the centre of the chamber. Her right wrist was lifted up
and mated to a snap-hook dangling next to her, then her left wrist. The man knelt
down and picked up one of the snap hooks attached by chain to the floor to her
left and secured her left ankle shackle, and then repeated the process on her
right ankle leaving her standing with her long legs open. Glancing to her side,
she noticed for the first time that the video monitor displayed live images
coming from the video cameras. They were of her in her bondage, helpless in the
chains holding her spread open.
The
man turned to the chest of drawers. He opened one of its drawers, and took out
a stainless steel scalpel. He came over to the chained captive. He pulled the
front of her costume out, and sliced through the material. He worked his way
down her stomach with a steady motion, parting the white spandex with his
blade. Then he pulled the right shoulder of her costume, and cut through the
material, pulling out the sleeve from under her right glove when he came to its
top, and continued cutting until the fabric tube opened up completely. Power
Girl’s white bodysuit peeled away from the right side of her body, hanging from
the uncut portions to her left. The man remedied this in short order, cutting
through the left sleeve, then the leg-holes, before finally cutting through the
collar of the costume. The white spandex fell away from the captive’s body onto
the floor between her legs. And she got to witness every single moment of her
stripping.
Power
Girl still wore her cut bra and thong, although they did not cover any of her
strategic parts now. The man cut these away as well, leaving the slave nude
except for her boots.
“You
won’t need these any more. I’ve got something ... more comfortable” The man
said, grinning as he flung the cut bra and panties aside. He reached up and
unlocked the padlock holding up the chain linking her wrists from her collar,
then went around Power Girl. She felt him undo the straps on the back of her
collar, and felt it loosened around her neck. Then it came off, and the man
dropped it on the floor, next to the remnants of her white body suit. He went
back to the drawers, and picked up something from the second drawer. He
returned and showed it to her. It was a steel collar, but of somewhat elaborate
design. It was hinged at the back, its thick joint being held in place by an
inch-thick steel pin. This portion is also higher than the sides of the collar,
with the top curving down, and the bottom curving up towards the middle of each
half of the collar. Then, once past this point, the top curved up slightly then
forward to resemble a beak, while the bottom plunge down about three inches
into a straight shank. The front was held closed by two padlocks, one near the
top under the beak, while the other towards the bottom just above the tip of
the shank. It looked uncomfortable in the extreme.
The
man unlocked the two pad-locks holding the collar shut. Pocketing the padlocks,
he hinged the collar open as he walked behind Power Girl. She felt him fit the
cold steel to her neck, mounting it on her like a helmet. She felt its heavy
weight press down on her shoulders. Then it was closed around her neck. It was
a close fit, but not too tight. But Power Girl found that the design of the
collar, with its beak now under her chin and its high back now pushing against
the back of her neck, was such that it held her head immobile, and tilted
slightly upwards. The man took out one of the collar’s padlock and fitted it
into the holes drilled through the inch-thick steel of the collar. When he
closed the lock, this held the collar close around her throat.
The
man went back to the drawers and came back with chromed steel shackles
connected with two short lengths of chains. He came up to her, and lifted up
the middle of the short chain to the bottom of her collar, at the point where
holes were drilled into the shank for the second padlock. He used the second
padlock to both lock the shank of the collar and the short chain to the shank
of the collar. She could feel the heavy chains and shackles dragging down her
collar.
Now,
the man lifted up one of the shackles, the one to the right. He showed it to
Power Girl. It was not locked closed like the others. Instead, a snap-hook was
fitted through the holes on flanges on the tips of the ends of the hinged
shackle. Removing this hook from one of the flanges allowed the man to hinge
the shackle open. Then the purpose of the shackle became clear. He lifted up
her heavy right breast in his hand, and placed the shackle around the fleshy
mound at the point where it hung from her chest. Closing the shackle, he hooked
the flange back in place. When the man let go of her breast, she could feel its
weight resting on the shackle, and pulling down on the chain connected to her
collar. The man turned to her left breast, and did the same thing.
The
second chain was still dangling from the shackles in front of her, its ends
attached to D-rings fitted to the pins in the hinges of the shackles by means
of snap-hooks. Detaching one of the hooks, the man pulled the chain around the
back of the enslaved super heroine, from her right side to her left side, and
then attached it back in place again. This now held the steel shackles
encircling her breasts in place against her chest, and helped to take some of
the strain off her neck. Her breasts were now held up by the shackles and
shaped into round semi-globes on her chest.
The
man turned and went back to the drawers. He took out a short length of chain,
again of chromed steel with snap-hooks at their ends. He went around Power
Girl, and she felt him attached one end of the chain to the bottom of the back
of her collar. There must be a ring or hole there for him to put the hook
through for she felt the weight of the chain dangling down, pulling at the back
of the collar. She then felt the other end of the chain being taken up, and
pulled down. She felt its cold links against the cheeks of her buttocks,
parting them and entering the crack between them. Then, she felt and heard the
other snap-hook being applied to the ring at the bottom of her butt-plug. When
the man released his hand, this caused the chain to drag the butt-plug back,
jostling it within her rectum. She sucked her breath in at the sensation.
The
man returned to the drawers and came back with another chain. This one went on
the front, being attached to the same pad-lock as the chain now holding up her
breasts. This chain dangled down towards her crotch. He pulled it down, and
attached the snap-hook on the other end to the hole in the knob in the shank
holding her vagina lips closed, replacing the bell, which he removed. Then he
stood back and admired his handiwork.
Power
Girl could see herself too, in the video monitor. Her breasts were now fully
bound by steel shackles, and chains criss-crossed her body, all the way down to
her crotch. She could feel the chains dragging up the steel shank there which
caused the dildo within of her to inch up. The chains were also pulling at her
butt-plug, forcing it deeper into her. As if this was not enough, her breasts
were being squeezed at their roots. The weight of all that steel binding her
added to her discomfort.
The
man now went around behind Power Girl. She felt the buckle of the gag in her
mouth being undone, and the gag was withdrawn from her mouth, allowing her to
exercise her jaws for a few moments.
“Why
are you doing this to me?” Power Girl asked weakly, her voice hoarse.
The
man smiled as he turned and walked away.
“Why,
you asked?” the man mused as he dropped the gag on the floor, and opened a
third drawer, “Why, Power Girl? Or should I say Karen Starr?”
The
man peered over his shoulder, and he could see that Power Girl was shaken by
the man’s knowledge of her secret identity.
“Do
you really think that ‘secret identity’ of yours would work forever?” the man
said as he took something out of the third drawer and came back towards her,
“Once I learnt that StarrWare was launching a hostile take-over bid for my
company, did you think I would not do research on you? It was only a matter of
time before I discovered some coincidences, then some correlations, before
finally confirmation of the fact that Karen Starr, and Power Girl were one and
the same.”
The
man lifted up the object in his hand to the peak of the collar. It was a huge white
rubber coated steel ball, mounted against the tip of a steel shank. Yanking
back Power Girl’s head, he stuffed the ball mercilessly into the jaws of the
woman, forcing her jaws wider than any of her previous gags. When the ball was
fully in, the shank it was mounted to touched the tip of the beak on her
collar. At the bottom of the shank was a bracket that fitted over the tip of
the beak. He pushed the bracket over the beak, and by means of a knobbed-screw
fitted to the bottom of the bracket, secured the bracket to the beak. This in
turn secured the shank on the collar, and the ball in Power Girl’s mouth.
“Once
I knew that you were Power Girl, the game became a little more interesting.”
The man said, as he stood back to admire his handiwork. Power Girl’s jaws were
stretched open fully by the ball now in her mouth, and her mouth could not
cover the ball entirely, leaving her lips to encircle the white rubber ball.
“I
began to lay a trap. I kidnapped all those girls as bait. I knew it would come
to your attention. Then I went to your office to offer the lure. The rest is
history.
“But
back to your original question. Why?” the man mused, “Did you really think that
you can just walk in and take over everything that I have built over the years?
With my own money? My own sweat? Huh? Did you really think that YOU are so
powerful, so potent, that you can just come in and defeat ME?”
As
the man spoke, he became more and more animated.
“YOU!
You are nothing but a bitch dressed in a slutty costume, exploiting your
strength to beat up others.
“You
know what you are? YOU ARE NOTHING! You’re nothing but a cock teaser in cape.
NOW I’VE REDUCED YOU TO WHAT YOU TRULY ARE! A SEX OBJECT! A SLAVE TO BE USED
FOR MY PLEASURE!”
The
man shook as he spoke. He grabbed the black remote control from his pocket, and
mashed down the button on it. Instantly, the dildo and the butt-plug inside of
Power Girl vibrated to life. Their powerful pulses sent shocks through her
body.
“MMMMMMMPH!
MMMMPH!” Power Girl moaned as the steel objects shook her to the core,
stimulating her.
The
man went up to the wall, and returned with a cat-o-nine-tails, made from
braided leather, with long tentacles mounted to a long handle. Wielding it up,
he landed the first blow across Power Girl’s firm buttocks.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Power Girl screamed into her gag as she bucked from the blow. Each of the
tentacles stung her, biting into her skin, and impacting their own individual
torment. The man lifted up the whip and swung again, again hitting her
buttocks.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!”
Power Girl screamed at the second blow, shaking at the stings of the blow.
The
man wielded the whip again and again, landing the tentacles on Power Girl’s
buttocks. Each time he struck, she screamed helplessly into her ball gag,
tagging helpless at the chain to get away. But she was held spread open,
vulnerable. There was nothing she could do to get away.
When
her buttocks were completely covered with welts, the man turned his attention
to her shackled breasts. They were offered up to him before her chest,
completely uncovered. The blows, if anything, were even more painful than those
on her buttocks. Each tentacle left its own welt on her pale skin, and stung
her, especially those that landed on her nipples.
But
even as she was being ruthlessly punished, Power Girl felt the steel vibrators
within her bringing her to a sexual climax. She did not know if this was only
because of the ministrations of the dildo and the butt-plug, or whether it was
her conditioning in the cell, but she was being aroused. She wanted to fight
her sexual desire, but the pain from the blows mixed in with the increasing
need within of her, denying her mind any defence as she began to juice. Then,
as blow after blow landed on her breasts and buttocks, she climaxed, cumming
her white juice out through the locked lips of her vagina. The juice came in
such pulsed torrents that they flowed down her thighs and dripped onto the
floor between her legs.
Power
Girl moaned one last time, and then passed out.
+++++
When
Power Girl recovered consciousness, she found that she had been moved. She was
no longer in the first chamber, but in the second one. Instead of being in the
isolation cell, she had been placed in one of the cells made of chain-link
fencing, sandwiched between two cells with their own female captives.
Power
Girl had been placed in a very uncomfortable bondage. She was on her knees and
bent over, with her legs spread open behind her. Chains stapled to the floor
were hooked to her ankle shackles to hold her legs open. Another chain stapled
to the floor in front of her had been attached to the shank of her collar,
holding her down in a bent over position, with her thighs straight up. The
length was such that she could not pull herself up or back.
To
prevent her from falling forward in this position, her arms had been pulled up
and behind her along her body, such that they were now raised at an angle to
the floor, pointing towards the top of the back wall at two points from which
chains were attached by staples to the concrete. These chains stretched down and
were attached to the wrist shackles of the captive.
To
keep Power Girl’s torso in position, the man had also attached chains to her
breast shackles. These were attached to the floor on either side of her, and
stretched up to be hooked into the rings on the hinges of her breast shackles.
These chains kept her torso low over the floor, with her breasts hanging down
under her. Any attempt to lift her body up would not only be stopped by the
neck chain, but would also result in the chains attached to her breast shackles
wrenching down on her breasts, a most uncomfortable experience.
And
to keep her butt in an upraised position, another chain attached to the wall,
lower and between the two chains holding Power Girl’s arms up, stretched down
and was attached to the ring at the base of her butt-plug. Any movement forward
would result in a chain reaction with her butt-plug shoving around inside her
rectum, and the shank closing her vagina lips being lifted up and back – thus
pulling at the rings on her vagina lips. This brought both pain to her vagina
lips and also pushed the dildo even deeper into her.
This
web of chains was such that Power Girl had to remain as still as possible if
she was not to cause any discomfort to any part of her body. This imposition was
a torment in itself.
In
the days that followed, an extra dimension to her imprisonment became apparent.
After waiting for a long time in her position, the man had finally come to her.
He pushed a low trolley into her cell, on top of which was a tray with a plate
of wet brown stew. She did not know what it was, but it was hot, and the salty
smell assaulted her nostrils. Suddenly, she felt ravenous.
“Do
you want to feed?” the man asked. Power Girl nodded as eagerly as her collar
would allow. The man knelt down and removed the ball-gag in her mouth, and
placed it next to the plate. But before he pushed the trolley in reach of her
mouth, he stood up and went round behind her. He opened the padlock at the end
of the shank, and pulled it out from the rings in her vagina lips. Then he
pulled out the dildo from within her.
The
man stood up and came round to the front. He pushed the trolley forward until
the plate was just beneath Power Girl’s face.
“Eat!”
the man ordered. Power Girl plunged her face into the goo, and began to lap up
the food with her tongue. The food tasted funny, and she briefly wondered if
she was being fed dog food, but her hunger overcame any reservation, and she
ate.
Then
Power Girl felt herself being penetrated from behind. She lifted her head out
of the food for a moment as she felt the man’s manhood entered her. Then he
began to pump his cock in and out of her, rocking her body and her breasts with
each motion.
“You
have until I stop fucking you to eat!” the man warned. Power Girl moaned for a
moment at the feeling of being fucked, and then quickly returned to her food,
eating as quickly as she could.
When
the man was done, he locked up her vagina again, and removed the food trolley.
Using a plastic squeeze bottle, he rinsed out her mouth before putting the
ball-gag back in place again, screwing it into position.
This
continued for a few times. Power Girl did not know if she was being fed once
daily, more than that, or less than that. She noticed that the other women were
also fed infrequently, but none of them were in as stringent a bondage position
as she was. None of them were raped whenever they were fed either, as she was,
although now and again, one or another would be removed and brought out of the
chamber, only to return with wetness between their legs. Only Power Girl seemed
to get the close attention the man was giving.
As
time passed, Power Girl began to feel a familiar need. The meals, while still
watery, now contained enough solid substance to generate waste. This was now
accumulating inside of her, and she began to feel the pressure building up.
With the butt-plug inserted into her, and in her awkward position, there was no
way she could dump the load. With each feeding, Power Girl felt more and more
desperate.
Finally,
at one of the feedings, she spoke up.
“Please
... please ... I need to shit.” Power Girl pleaded.
“Please,
what?” the man demanded.
“Please
master.” Power Girl said, shame-faced. She had finally said it, said that word
that confirmed her actual status. She was the slave to her master.
The
man smiled at his victory. He knelt down and released the chains holding her
collar and her breast shackles down, allowing her to raise her body up. He then
went round to her back, and unlocked the shank from the base of the butt-plug.
Pulling on the chain linking the butt-plug to the wall behind her, he yanked
the plug out.
“Arrrgh!”
Power Girl breathed as the monster slipped out of her. Then, she lowered her
buttocks, and exerted herself.
When
Power Girl was finally done, the man went out of the cell, and returned with a
hose.
“My,
how filthy you are.” The man said as he sprayed the waste away into a drain.
Then he used the spray to clean out her asshole. She shuddered as the powerful
jet played on her loose anus. When he was done, she was re-plugged, and then
put back in her position again.
In
this way, Power Girl passed her days. She had already lost all consciousness of
time. She had absolutely no idea how long she had been a prisoner of the man.
Any memory of her days of freedom now merely surfaced as dreams in her fitful
sleep, only for her to be cruelly reminded of her slave status when she awoke.
This was too painful, and she chose to suppress memory of her freedom and
accept her slavery as best as she could. She was now completely at the mercy of
the man, and he could use her as he saw fit.
Finally,
after what seemed like months, Power Girl was released from her cell and
anchoring chains. She stood up clumsily after such a long lack of exercise. The
man led her out of chamber. He had attached a thin leash chain to the shank
closing her vagina lips, something which he really did not need as she obeyed
his commands without hesitation now. She was led back to the first chamber,
which had again been modified. Now, gym equipment had been set up.
“You
will need exercise to put you back in shape.” The man explained as Power Girl
was led up to a running mill, “I want you to be in the best possible condition
when you’re displayed.”
Power
Girl mauled over the word ‘displayed’ as she was led up onto the rubber running
track of the mill. What did he mean? She did not have long to muse as the man
now attached the other end of the leash chain to a hook on the body of the
running mill. There were two other thin chains with hooks on the control panel
of the mill, and these were taken up and attached to the rings in her nipples. There
was no need for any explanation as to what would happen if she were to be too
slow. Any retrograde movement will mean a painful tug in any of her sensitive
regions – or all three.
The
man started the machine. At first, he set it at a gentle speed, allowing Power
Girl to keep up with a gentle gait. She had to get used to the motion as she
had not been allowed to walk for long in her long period of captivity. She
found that the steel objects inserted into her lower tracts also imposed their
own demands on the way she walked. They felt big and heavy in her as she took
step after step. She had to sway her hips more, in order to reduce the pressure
they imposed. She ended up walking like a cheap whore.
Then
the man increased the speed. Power Girl had to quicken her step. The chains
linking her ankle shackles prevented her from taking too big a step, so she had
to quicken her pace. As she did so, her breasts began to bounce in front of her
from the motion. Soon, she broke out into a sweat. As perspiration covered her
body, she began to pant. Her heavy breasts were now pounding on her chest,
adding to her discomfort.
Finally,
after a while, she could no longer keep up, and she fell. She felt pierces of
pains in her nipples and her vagina lips as she fell onto the rubber track, but
the hooks on the leash chains gave way and the track stopped automatically to
prevent any injury. The man came up to her, and pulled her up to a standing
position.
“That
was a terrible performance. You had better do better tomorrow.” The man said.
Then, she was returned to her cell. She found that the anchoring chains had
been removed, and she was allowed to lay down to rest. Although she only had
the cold concrete floor, and she was still heavily fettered by chains, this was
the best rest she had in a long while.
The
man began to feed Power Girl proper food after that. Nothing delicious, but
actual pieces of meat or potatoes began to appear. She was also allowed a bowl
of water to drink from. All of these were placed on the floor so that she had
to sit on her knees and rest her hands on the floor, bending down like a dog to
eat and drink. And, of course, when she needed to relief herself, she had to
beg her master to allow her to do it, and clean her after.
After
a while, the master would bring her out of the basement into the mansion. It
was always at night, when no yellow solar radiation would fall on her body to
energise her. Power Girl would be led up to the bed room, and her body would be
used. The man used her now only in her lower tracts, but also in her mouth.
However, the man seemed especially fascinated with using her heavy breasts,
fucking her there the majority of the time. Sometimes, he would also bring her
to the study, where she would be allowed to sit or lie next to the man while he
worked at his desk or read in his armchair. It was on one of this occasions
that she heard that his company was taking over StarrWare following the
disappearance of its CEO. Power Girl/Karen Starr did not care. She had come to
accept her position, and her former identity/identities were irrelevant to her.
The
man would also put her on other gym equipment. All have been modified for his
unique purposes. There was the weight machine, where the seat had been removed
and replaced by steel frames that angled out from the frame of the machine.
Power Girl’s thighs would be strapped in place on the frame, and her ankles against
the legs. Then, her vagina would be unlocked and opened, and the plug and dildo
taken out. These were quickly replaced by a rubber dildo and a rubber plug
mounted on the floor, rising up on shanks, penetrating her. Then, a small
crocodile clip would be attached to her clitoris hood, touching her clit.
Another two clips would be placed on her nipple rings. Finally, electrodes
would be plastered on her buttocks and her breasts.
Power
Girl found that she had to pump the iron on the machine at a certain rate. If
she failed to do so, the consequences would be most uncomfortable. First, she
would feel the jolts of electricity on her nipples and her clitoris coming from
the crocodile clips. Then, the electrodes would throb to life. When they
sparked, she felt exactly as if she had been whipped across her breasts and her
buttocks. The longer she rested, the more severe the jolts and blows would be.
So she had to keep exercising, and was allowed only brief periods of rest.
Time
passed.
Power
Girl’s physique began to firm up. She had been fairly athletic in form before,
but her prolonged captivity had ravaged her body, but her imposed exercise
regime now returned her to form. Yet, she was never allowed any chance of
escape, being always chained. Her gag rarely came out of her mouth, and her
lower holes were usually plugged up. These were usually removed only when her
master desired to use her body.
She
began to spend more time in the mansion now, crawling on the floor next to her
master like a pet dog. She was even allowed now to sleep at the foot of her
master’s bed, although his bed room windows were always kept shuttered to
prevent any sunlight from coming in. Occasionally, capriciously and
arbitrarily, her master would return her to some form of severe bondage, or
throw her in the isolation cell, just to remind her of her status.
+++++
Power
Girl woke up in her isolation cell. She moaned as all the aches of her body
returned. She was suspended from the ceiling by means of two chains attached to
her breast shackles. As these chains were shorter than those attached to her
wrist shackles, her weight were effectively resting on the shackles around her
breasts. They dug cruelly into her soft flesh. Her wrist shackles had been
padlocked together behind her to prevent her from finding any way to lift her
body up. Her ankle shackles had been attached together as well, and a small
cannon ball hooked to them. This added to the downward pull on her breasts.
Power
Girl did not know why the man was punishing her. In truth, he did not need any
reason to do so. He could do it on a whim. Each time he did this, she
understood that she was only his slave, and would always remain only his slave.
The
handle outside the door to her isolation cell clanged loudly, and the door opened.
Power Girl looked up pleadingly at the man as he entered.
“So,
did we sleep well, slave?” the man asked. She nodded although she had a
terrible night. The man smiled then went to the motor controls mounted on one
of the walls of the cell. He lowered the chains that held Power Girl up by her
breasts, allowing her to touch the floor. He then knelt down and released her
ankle shackles from the cannon ball. Her ankles were still linked by the short
chain, and there was no risk of her kicking him in the face.
Power
Girl stood on the bare soles of her feet. At some point in the past, the man
had removed her boots and her gloves, removing every last element of her
costume. Her blonde hair, formerly cut in a bob, was now longer, cascading down
from her head past her shoulders to gather on her back and her front. Her hair
on the front could now cover her heavy breasts lifted up by her breast
shackles.
The
man reattached the short chain linking her wrist shackles and collar, before
placing a chain leash to the front of Power Girl’s collar, and led her out of
the basement, climbing up the spiral stair case into the mansion. He led her to
a large bathroom, one where he had used to wash her on a few previous
occasions. She was familiar with the procedure by now. Chains dangled from the
ceiling, which were secured to her wrist shackles after he had released them
from behind her back. She put up no resistance as he raised her arms up, and
hooked them in place. With the chain linking these shackles still attached to
the front of her collar, it also held her steady.
Next
to her on the marble tiled floor, on either side of her, were two chains
attached to the floor by steel staples, with snap-hooks on the other end. These
were attached to her ankle shackles, holding her legs spread open. Then the man
knelt down and unlocked the shank holding her vagina shut, and withdrew it from
the rings, after which he pulled out the butt-plug and dildo inside her.
The
man, of course, did not deign to wash her himself. After he had secured her,
two women came into the bathroom. They were dressed from head to toe in white
latex. Every inch of their bodies were covered, even their eyes, over which a
highly reflective lenses were fitted. Their hands were sealed inside mittens,
and they wore high-heeled boots.
The
two women stepped up to the spread-eagled slave, and began to wash her, using a
shower head each, and sponges fitted to the palms of their mittens. Power Girl
always marvelled at how skilfully the women would hold the various washing
implements or bottles when they did not have any thumbs to use, and must curl
their mittens around the handles or bottles to lift them up. A generous amount
of shampoo, body wash and conditioner were used on her, and she was washed
thoroughly from head to toe.
Power
Girl always enjoyed the washes. It was one of the few luxuries that were
allowed her, even though she was always firmly shackled when she was washed.
She especially enjoyed it when the women washed her vagina and her asshole.
When they were done, the women would take hair dryers, and played it up and
down her body and hair to dry her thoroughly. Then, unusually, they put aside
the cleaning implements, and picked up large pads. She could smell talcum
powder as they approached. They began to powder her all over her body with the
fine white dust.
The
man returned, pushing a long chest of drawers set on coasters. This was also unusual.
Usually she would be released and brought to wherever she was to spend the next
few hours being raped or tormented. The change was probably related to her
master’s cryptic words about putting her on display. He brought the drawers to
a spot next to her, and opened the top drawer.
Power
Girl’s master took out a piece of garment. From the way he lifted it, she
guessed that it must be quite heavy. It was made from white latex. The man held
it up for her to see. It took her a while to realize that the new garment
resembled her old white bodysuit, now a distant memory. It had the same design,
a bodysuit with long sleeves and a cleavage window. However, there were subtle
differences. Looking at the waist of the costume, she realized that it was very
slender, and curved in. Steel bones were inserted at regular intervals to give
it a resemblance to a corset. There was no back zip. Instead, there was a long
zip running from each side of the collar down the sleeve on that side, right to
the tip. Another two zips ran from under each of the sleeve, down the armpit,
down the waist to the leg opening.
Her
master pulled back all the zip. Power Girl could see that the zips were opened
ended ones, and can be taken apart to separate the two halves of the zip
completely. This allowed the costume to open up into its front and back halves,
connected only by the crotch piece. The man stepped up to the spread-eagled
slave, and passed the costume between her legs, before lifting up the halves to
her body. The two women who had washed Power Girl now stepped forward. Each of
them grasped one half of the costume, and lifted it up, allowing the man to fit
the ends of the zips at her waist together, and pull them up. As he pulled the
zips up her waist, Power Girl could feel the corset constricting around her
waist, squeezing the flesh in. The steel bones dug in uncomfortably at her side.
When
her master reached her armpits, he pulled the zips along each of the sleeves.
This did not fit the sleeves over her arms yet, as the top zips were still
undone. He remedied this shortly. With the help of the women, he pulled the
sleeves around her arms, and pulled up the zippers until they arrived at her
throat. Unlike her actual costume, this latex version had only a low collar,
but this fact was concealed by the fact that she still wore the steel collar
around her neck.
The
man stepped aside as one of the women now wheeled a standing mirror before
Power Girl. She was astonished to see the effect the costume had on her. Her
waist, already trim, had now been squeezed in further, exaggerating the effect
of her hour glass figure. Her hips seem to swell out even more prominently from
her sides. But the most dramatic effect was with her breasts. The corset around
her waist had pushed them up and together to form a deep cleavage. The cleavage
window left nothing to the imagination, for unlike her old costume, these
revealed not just the cleavage, but the whole of her breasts, covering only
enough of their bottoms and sides to boost their posture on her chest. Her two
pink nipples with their rings were thrust out far in front of her. The white
latex clung to her body like a second skin, adding glossiness to her body
wherever it covered.
Her
master now went back to the drawers. He took out a long boot from the second
drawer. The boot filled the length of the drawer, and did not bend as he lifted
it up. She saw that it was made of thick blue latex. It too had steel bones
inserted into its length, which was what prevented its top from flopping down.
The man unzipped the boot and passed it to one of the women. He knelt down and
unlocked the padlock holding the shackle around Power Girl’s right ankle. He
took the boot from the woman, and fitted Power Girl’s foot into it. Then he
zipped up the boot along the inside of her leg, up to almost her crotch. The
top of the boot covered almost her entire leg. Having put the boot on her, the
man now shackled her right ankle again. Then he took out a second boot, and did
the same with Power Girl’s other leg.
Power
Girl was now standing considerably taller than in her naked feet. The heavy
latex of the boots squeezed her legs tightly, and she found that the steel
bones in them prevented her from bending her knees much. To further restrict
her mobility, the heels were at least six inches tall, which forced her to
stand on her tip-toes at all times. But the effect of the heels could not be
denied. It forced her to thrust her chest further forward and her ass back
provocatively.
The
man now took out a long glove from the third drawer. This was blue in colour as
well. It too was reinforced with steel bones, but lighter and more flexible.
Releasing her right arm, her master put the glove on Power Girl, and zipped it
up. She found that her hand was forced into a fist by the stiffness of the
mitten of the glove. There were no fingers and thumbs at all, and with her hand
in a fist, she could not even use her fingers in the way the women who had
washed her did. When the zip was fully done up, she found that the steel bones
only allowed limited and sluggish movement in her arm. In any case, the man
quickly shackled her wrist up. Then he repeated the process with her other arm.
Her
master went back to the drawers, and took out a latex copy of the belt that
Power Girl had worn. However, it was clear that this belt served a very
different purpose. A white band of heavy latex was attached to the front of the
belt, reaching down and back up to the rear of the belt. The crotch of this
band was fitted with two round holds, reinforced by steel rings at their rims.
The belt was held closed at the sides by steel rings through slots in metal tabs
at the ends of the belt, and padlocked. She knew what it was – it was a
chastity belt.
The
man unlocked the padlocks and opened the belt. He knelt down, and pulled at a
zip that Power Girl noticed only for the first time, located just above her
crotch. This zip ran under her crotch back to a point just past her anus. Then
the man placed the crotch band of the belt against her vulva, and then pulled
up the top. The women helped him to mate up the steel rings and slots, and he
padlocked the belt in place around Power Girl’s waist. The crotch band of the
chastity belt blended neatly against the white latex of her costume. She could
feel the tension of the latex pressing up against the rings on her vagina lips.
The
man bent down and adjusted the crotch piece until the holes were aligned with
her anus and her vagina mouth. Then he stood up and went back to the drawers.
This time, he took out a white rubber dildo and white butt-plug. Within a few
short minutes, he had lubricated them and inserted them deep into Power Girl,
pushing them in until their steel base snapped into the steel rings on the
chastity belt, thus holding them in place.
To
complete the costume, the man now produced a red latex cape from the last
drawer. He placed it on her shoulders, and clipped it to her bodysuit by means
of gold clasps over either shoulder. Unlike her previous cape, this one was
very short, barely reaching the small of her back.
“We
won’t want that cape to cover such a fine ass, would we.” The man said,
laughing.
Power
Girl was now released from the chains anchoring her in place. She was led by
the leash chain out of the bathroom. She was brought to the ball room of the
mansion. A stage had been set up on the far end. There a chrome steel structure
on it and at first Power Girl thought that it was a sculpture, but when he
brought her up the stage and marched her up to the frame, she understood that
it had a different purpose.
The
foot of the structure was bolted firmly into the top of the stage. Two steel
tubes rose up from the ground up to around the height of Power Girl’s waist.
She was pushed in between the steel tubes, and she found that they flared away
from one another as they rose up, such that they fit neatly against her hips.
Below, at the point where they rose out of the stage, they were near enough to
one another that they forced her ankles together. Curved tubes crossed the
front of her legs, joining the two upright tubes together, one over her ankles,
and one over her knees. These also prevented any forward movement of her legs.
When her legs were put in position, she felt the man fit another two tubes,
this time behind her, at the point of the two horizontal tubes. She felt the
movement of the man turning screws to hold these tubes in position. Now, she
could not move her legs at all.
The
man now stood up and took the leash chain. He pulled it forward and down,
forcing Power Girl to bend over. She found that there was a curved steel tube
in front of her stomach, which forced her to lift her buttocks a little in
order for her waist to bend over it. The two upright tubes curved forward to
the horizontal at this point such that they support the sides of her torso, up
to her shoulders, where they turned and joined one another just before the
vertical shank of her steel collar. Her breasts fitted neatly between these two
tubes. The man released her leash chain, and placed the vertical shank against
the joint of the two tubes. There must be some sort of catch mechanism here, as
she heard a distinctive click, and she could not lift up her neck anymore. Her
collar was now attached to the frame, forcing her into a bent forward position,
her torso almost horizontal to the floor.
Two
more tubes had been wielded to the vertical tubes at the point where Power
Girl’s shoulders rested on the steel. They rose up at an angle over her
shoulder, up and over her back. The man now released the chain linking her
wrists to her collar. He pulled up her right wrist, and pulled it along the
tubes. She felt the stiffness of the steel through the latex of her sleeve and
glove. There was another click, and she could not pull down her arms anymore.
There was another catch at the end of the tube to hold her wrist shackle. The
same was done for her left arm.
Power
Girl was now held in a bent over position with her arms lifted high up into the
air. In a way, her position was like that of the mascot on the hood of a
Rolls-Royce car.
The
man came around to the front of the captive. He unlocked and removed all the
chains binding her, which were unnecessary now. She could not move at all.
Finally, he also unlocked and removed the breast shackles and their chains. But
if Power Girl thought that the man was going to leave her breasts alone, she
was mistaken. He walked away and soon returned with a steel frame constructed
from two steel tubes. These were bent at two spots, such that when they mated
up together, they formed a horizontal eight. The two tubes were hinged together
at one end, and screwed in place at the other. The man loosed the screw and
separated the tubes slightly. Then he placed the tubes over Power Girl’s low
hanging breasts, and screwed it shut. Using more knob screws, he then secured
the breast press into the frames now holding Power Girl upright.
Power
Girl moaned at the discomfort of her position. But the man was not done with
her yet. He reached down and unscrewed the ball gag from the beak of the
collar. He pocketed it, and took out a new implement from behind him. It looked
like a curved hair band, but made of steel. It had a hole in its centre, the
rim of which was fitted with a short tube, coated with white rubber. He placed
the plate against the mouth of his captive. She opened her mouth to accept the
tube between her teeth without complaint, and he slipped the bottom of the
plate against the bottom of the collar. Then, using a knob screw, he secured it
in place. Power Girl’s mouth was now kept open by the tube.
“There,
I think we’re read for the party now.” The man said, smiling.
+++++
It
was a long night. The evening started off with the arrival of the guests. Power
Girl could only hear but not see them, as she was shielded from view by a heavy
velvet curtain surrounding the stage. She could only listen to the muffled
sound of the guests talking excitedly but indistinctively to one another,
before sitting down to dinner.
Finally,
Power Girl could hear the voice of the man. He was making a short speech,
followed by some applause. Then the curtains were pulled aside, and the bright
light of the ball room flooded the space she was in. She found herself looking
out at the assembled guests, all dressed in formal attire of tuxedoes and
evening gowns. There weren’t that many people, perhaps a couple of dozen. But
she could immediately recognised some of the faces. Some of them were men and
women that she had crossed in her business dealings.
The
guests looked shocked, which quickly turned to glee and surprise.
“Hot
damn! I knew Karen Starr disappeared mysteriously. I just didn’t know you had
her. Talk about taking out the competition.” One of the men said.
“My,
my, Karen Starr,” a middle aged woman in a halter-top even gown grinned evilly,
“Who would have thought that such an arrogant bitch would be reduced to this.”
“Please,
ladies and gentlemen,” her master said, clearly proud of himself, “This is not
all. Perhaps you recognise the costume she is wearing?”
There
was a moment of puzzled discussion amongst the guests. Suddenly one of them
spoke up. She glanced at the man and her blood turned cold when she recognised
him as a drug dealer she had helped put away.
“It’s
Power Girl’s costume! But that would mean ...”
“Yes,
Power Girl IS Karen Starr.”
“Talk
about two-in-one deal!” a fat man said, staring at her with ill concealed lust,
“You get both Karen Starr and Power Girl! My, look at those tits!”
“Ladies
and Gentlemen,” the man continued, “You’ve all been exploited or harmed by this
bitch in one way or the other in your past. Mostly by her Karen Starr disguise.
But some of you had also had your ... uhm ... extralegal enterprises ruined by
this bitch as Power Girl. Now, I invite you to take your revenge.”
The
man walked round to behind Power Girl. He grasped the base of the butt-plug and
dildo. Without ceremony, he yanked them out.
“This
slave’s mouth, asshole and cunt are now available for all who wants them!”
Power
Girl’s eyes widened in horror as the assembled men and women lost all dignity
as they scrambled up towards the stage. The men were already loosening their
pants as they came up from behind her. One of the women joined in as well. She
planted herself in front of Power Girl’s face, and lifted up her skirt. She
then pulled down her panties and bent over.
“Lick
me, slave!” She ordered.
The
evening turned into a blur of penetration after penetration. She even had to
service the women with her tongue. Should they not be satisfied, they had
permission from her master to torment her hanging breasts and her buttocks with
small cat-o-nine-tails provided by her master. For those female guests who
wished, there were strapped-on dildos which they could use to fuck her cunt or
asshole. It was humiliation after humiliation and indignity after indignity.
From her bent-over position, there was nothing she could do to prevent her
tormentors from taking her in every hole. When the evening finally wound down,
her mouth, asshole and cunt were stained with cum and semen. She was reduced to
a sobbing mess, her mind torn by the repeated cruel assaults. Finally,
mercifully, she lost consciousness as her mind switched off to save itself from
insanity.
+++++
Power
Girl regained consciousness she found that she was still in the ball room, but
now it was empty. Everyone was gone, and everything had been cleaned up. Even
the stage had been cleared away. She found that the steel frame she had been
bound to was actually mounted on a pedestal in the shape of a column. She was
mounted on it like some sort of statue. This was probably precisely what her
master had intended. She was to be displayed like a statue, like one of those
mounted trophies that some hunters love to display, except that in this case,
the trophy was a capture super heroine.
Power
Girl was left in this position for much of the day. She could tell because
unlike the places where she had been kept, the ball-room had windows high in
the domed ceiling, and a circular skylight pierced into the centre. When she
awoke, she could tell that it was almost noon by how the circle of light was
almost in the centre of the ballroom.
For
a moment, a wild hope had entered Power Girl’s mind that her captor had been
careless enough to place her where the light of the sun might shine on her, its
yellow solar energy rebuilding her strength again, but frustratingly, the
circle of light danced around the floor without actually coming near her. This
frustration translated into futile attempts on the former super heroine part to
slip her fetters, and inch closer to the light. But, alas, she was held as
firmly as she had always been since her capture. She finally had to give up in
frustration, and eventually nodded off to sleep again.
Power
Girl awoke when light landed on her face. She opened her eyes, startled. Could
it be? She glanced up as far as her position would allow. Yes! Light WAS
shining on her. It was not direct sunlight, but light reflected off one of the
window panes. It had been left at such an angle that it reflected sunlight onto
her. It was surely not what the man had intended. It was probably the case that
no sun would ever shine directly at her through any of the windows. But this
particular pane had been angled such that the evening light now reflected onto
her.
The
energy was weak, but the light began to energise Power Girl. She could feel her
body beginning to respond. It was frustrating. If direct sunlight was shining
on her, she would quickly regain her full powers in a few minutes, and break
free. As it was, she had to wait while her body suck what little reflect solar
energy it could. Her mind was wild with both hope and fear. Fear that the man
would return at any moment and realize his mistake.
Power
Girl struggled with her shackles. She pulled at them and pushed against the
frame binding her. Slowly, at last, she could feel the metal begin to give. Her
muscles were stronger now. She could feel it. They were nowhere near her full
strength, but the metal was yielding. Then, suddenly, the snap attachment
holding the shackle on her left wrist snapped, freeing it. In a few moments,
she broke the catch holding up her right arm as well. She reached forward, and
fiddled with the catch mechanism. Releasing the catch, she tried to rise. There
was a pull at her breasts, and she realised that the breast press still held
her mounds. But she was already growing stronger, and she pulled herself up,
ignoring the pain as her breasts were yanked out of the press. Finally, she
reached down, and pulled at the tubes binding her legs. What would have taken
her but minutes to bend previously resisted her efforts for a while, but they
too broke.
She
was free! Power Girl was elated at the feeling of freedom for the first time.
She was still wearing the fetish costume that the man had put on her, the dildo
and butt-plug were still in her, and the shackles and collar were still on her,
but she was free!
Power
Girl experimented with levitating but found that this was still a little too
much for her. She could hover, but when she tried to fly forward, she crashed
to the floor.
Power
Girl got up. She looked up and realized that the sunlight had stopped
reflecting off the window pane. The orange rays coming in told her that the sun
was setting below the horizon. She had to hurry to catch the rays. She climbed
onto her feet, and stumbled towards the door of the ball room. The doors were
unlocked, and she escaped into the hallway outside. She knew that the entrance
was to her right. She stumbled towards it, her heels clicking noisily on the
marble floor. She could only take small steps. Her legs were still being
hobbled by the horrible boots, and the high heels were impossible to move fast
in. Power Girl willed herself to move as far as she could towards the door.
Then
she was at the door! Power Girl tried the door handle. It was locked. She
exerted her strength, and the lock broke in her hand with a loud crack. She
pushed against the door, and crashed through it. She stumbled into the outside
of the mansion. Looking around, she saw that the sun had already sunk below the
horizon. The orange light was already fading. She would have to escape with
what energy she had left.
Power
Girl turned and stumbled towards the forest she saw in the distance. In the
distance, she could see the lights of a public road. Her boots dug into the
loose gravel of the driveway as she tried to run. Her breasts bounced on her
chest. She made a few hops in an attempt to fly, but each attempt ended in
failure. She got up again each time, and ran some more, trying to get away
before the man found out that she had escaped.
Then,
she reached the trees! Power Girl was elated, but she knew that she had to put
as much distance between herself and the mansion. She stumbled further into the
forest, the butt-plug and dildo seeming to grow in size with every step she
took. She had to get to the public road. That was her best chance. She had no
illusion that she could be hunted down easily in her current state. At the
road, she could flag down a passing car and ask for help.
Power
Girl could almost see the road now. She stumbled towards it between the rows of
trees. She was almost there ...
There
was a gun shot. Something slapped into Power Girl’s right buttock. The next
thing she knew, she was jolted with a powerful electric shock. She grunted, and
fell face first into the leaves.
“Get
up! Get up!” Power Girl screamed silently to herself, but her body disobeyed
her. Behind her, she could hear foot-steps approaching. Then she heard the
familiar voice of the man.
“You
will regret trying to escape, slave.” The man said coldly. A chill went down
Power Girl’s spine.
+++++
After
having any remaining yellow solar energy flashed out of her by the red solar
energy lamps, Power Girl was dragged back into one of the isolation cells, the
one in the middle. The man was completely merciless, pulling her by her long
blonde hair. Her wrists were once more crossed behind her, and locked together,
while her ankle shackles were now linked by a very short chain.
Power
Girl was forced to stand in the centre of the cell. Her wrists were released,
but then quickly secured again to chains dangling from the ceiling. Her ankles
were then secured to the floor with her legs slightly open. Then he unlocked
the chastity belt from around her waist, and allowed it to open and fall away
from her body. As it did so, it dragged down on the dildo and butt-plug. The
dildo came out partially, but the plug kept the whole ensemble from falling on
the floor. This was fixed by a brutal yank at the plug.
The
man disappeared from view for a moment, then returned, pushing a familiar set
of drawers. Power Girl tried to see what it was he was doing. He took out a
chrome steel tube and brought it up to her. Glancing down, she could see that
it resembled a cane, with a hook at one end. The man turned the cane around
such that the hook was now at the bottom. He walked up to Power Girl, and
placed the tip of the hook against her vagina. The cold steel pierced her
vagina mouth as he pulled up, and entered her. He kept pulling the hook deep
into her until the top of the cane matched up the vertical shank of her collar.
There was a hole through the shank of the cane at the top, and the man used a
padlock to attach the cane to the collar, keeping the hook deep within Power
Girl. Power Girl could only moan. Although an object had resided in her tunnel
most of the time in her captivity, this one was pushing uncomfortably deep into
her.
The
man went back to the drawer, and returned with another cane. The hook was
shorter and shallower in size compared to the first. The man went around her,
and the next thing she knew, the cold tip of the hook had penetrated her loose
sphincter and entered her anus. The steel went deep into her rectum as the man
lifted the cane up and mated its tip to the back of the collar and padlocked it
in place, causing an uncomfortable pressure there. She now had two hard hooks
lodged deep into her.
The
next item the man produced was the breast press. But unlike the one he had
placed on her in the ball room, the curves to accommodate the breasts were much
shallower. And when he came closer, she saw to her dismay that the inside of
the curves had pointed teeth, like those on a gear. And instead of a hinge on
one side, there were two long screws on both ends, closed by a winged nut on
each. A catch on top of the press allowed it to be attached to the shank of the
front cane, where it could still slide up and down. Then he placed her heavy
breasts in between the two halves of the press. Once it was in place, the man
began to tighten the screw. The jaws of the press were brought steadily
together, crushing her breasts in between them. The man kept turning the screws
even when Power Girl screamed in pain into her gag.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMPPHHHHHHHHHH!”
she screamed as the man tightened the screw until her breasts were squashed
between the two halves, and lapped down to cover the lower half of the press.
She could feel the teeth on the press biting into her soft mounds.
“That’s
right bitch. Suffer!” the man said.
The
man now reached up and released Power Girl’s right hand from the chain holding
her shackle up. He pulled her arm down until her wrist was past her buttocks.
At this point, there was a ring wielded to the shank of the cane inserted into
her anus. A snap-hook had been attached to this ring. The man attached the
pad-lock of her shackle to this hook. Then the man released her left arm and
did the same with her left wrist. Power Girl found that this arrangement had
the effect of pulling her arms back and down, and arching her torso forward,
thrusting her chest out. This placed tremendous tension in her arms and lower
back. If she wanted to relieve this tension, she had to pull up on the cane,
which resulted in the hook penetrating deeper into her rectum.
The
man now shoved Power Girl into a seated position. She moaned as she sat down on
the hooks penetrating her nether tracts. He released her right ankle shackle,
and folded up her right leg across her left thigh. Then he pressed her body
forward down on the folded leg. She could not resist as he used a double-ended
snap-hook to secure the shackle around her right ankle to the lower half of the
breast press, over the ribs on her left. Then he pushed her onto her back and
released her left ankle from the floor. Using another double-ended snap-hook,
he folded her left leg under her right leg, and attached the shackle around her
left ankle to the breast press, this time on her right.
Power
Girl was now in a terrible position. The natural tendency for her legs to
unfold now pulled at the lower half of the press. This caused the lower half to
dig deeper into her heavy breasts, causing even more discomfort.
The
man retrieved another object from the drawers. When he showed it to her, it
looked like an iron mask. There were no eye-holes. It had two short hollow
stubs that would enter its wearer’s nostrils. There was a large black
rubber-coated facsimile of a penis penetrating inwards where the mouth should
be.
The
man placed the mask next to her head and returned to the drawers. He took a
roll of medical sticky tape. He stripped four pieces from the tape then
returned to where his captive was. He pinched her right eyelid, and peeled it
back up against skin over the top of the eye socket, just below the eyebrow.
Using two pieces of tape, he anchored the eyelid in this position to the face.
Then he did the same with the other eyes, leaving Power Girl staring
helplessly, unable to close her eyes.
The
man leaned down and unscrewed the curved mouth piece from the beak of his
slave’s collar. Then he fitted the mask over her beautiful face. She had to
open her mouth to accept the penis as it penetrated her. The mask not only
fitted over her face, but also over the crown of her head, as well as her chin
and the beak of the collar. Once the man screwed the mask in place at the point
of the chin, there was no danger the mask would fall off. The mask also came
all the way around and covered her ears. She was instantly not only plunged
into darkness but also partial silence.
For
a moment, there was only the sound of Power Girl’s own laboured breathing. Then
she felt something being attached to the top half of her breast press, over the
left and right. From the way the objects clicked, she guessed that they were
snap-hooks. With this man, where there were snap-hooks, there would be chains.
Sure enough, she could feel the hooks being pulled upwards, probably the chains
attached to a motor. She moaned as she felt the tension increasing in her
breasts. This turned into a muffled scream as she was hoisted up into the air,
her body swinging by her breasts as she was lifted higher and higher into the
air.
Then,
there was another period of silence. Suddenly, light began to flicker in front
of her face. At first Power Girl did not understand what was happening. Then
she realized that small screens had been fitted to the eye pieces of the mask,
a bit like a virtual reality visor. The flicker of lights solidified into
images - images of herself, images of her being captured by the man, being
bound, being stripped, being tormented, being abused, being raped, being
humiliated. The man had videoed every step of her captivity!
Power
Girl did not want to watch, but the tapes held up her eyelids, keeping her eyes
open. Even if she were to roll her eye-balls, the screens before her eyes
stretched around them. Everywhere she looked, she would see herself being used
like a whore, accompanied by her own moans and gagged screams.
As
videos after videos were shown, as her whole body ached with the pain and
tension her bondage imposed on her, Power Girl began to add new gagged wails
and screams to that being played over and over into her head.
+++++
The
new gleaming white yacht slid gracefully through the bay, its sharp bow parting
the blue waters as it moved steadily forward. On its deck, the familiar figure
of its designer and builder could be seen at the helm.
The
yacht was completing the final leg of an informal race, where the prize was
pride rather than money. It was a race of yachts using alternative energy. Its
competitors used anything from solar energy to new types of sails to propel
themselves, but none of them could keep up with the speed of this man’s vessel.
When asked, the man would only say that he was using ‘indirectly using solar
energy’. Everyone was mystified as to what this could be, but he would not
reveal any design details, saying that the technology was still very much in
development, with patents pending. But there was no denying that the vessel had
not taken on board any form of fuel as it sailed around the world, nor could
any form of nuclear energy be detected. No sails were used, and the turning
propellers could be plain for all to see in any water clear enough. Already, he
was generating excited buzz amongst environmentalists that he might have found
some wonderful new source of energy. The stocks of his company sky-rocketed on
such speculations.
The
man laughed to himself as he turned the helm as the city of
They
would find the woman spread-eagled, with her limbs fitted with heavy and thick
shackles that covered her lower arms and legs completely. These shackles were
fitted to a large frame by heavy steel bolts. This frame was not all of one
piece. It consisted of two C’s facing each other, forming an O. These C’s were,
in turn, articulated in the centre, allowing the top half and lower half to
move. These halves, in turn, were attached to the bulkhead of the engine
compartment. It was to the tips of these C’s that the woman was fettered.
This
arrangement allowed the woman to lower her arms and raise her legs along the
axis of her body. This would in turn cause the articulated joints in the middle
of the C’s to move to and fro. This moved two rows of steel teeth, turned two
shafts by means of a running gears fitted to the ends of the shafts. The other
ends of the shafts were, of course, the propellers.
No
ordinary mortal woman, could, of course, propel the yacht with her strength.
The captive moving her limbs was, of course, the former super heroine that used
to be known as Power Girl. But she had dropped from public view for so long,
that her name was hardly remembered nowadays. The man, her master, had
carefully worked out a way of exposing her just enough yellow solar energy
through a series of lenses to energise her muscle. However, this did not allow
her to gain enough strength to break free of the heavy fetters fitted to her
limbs, or to break free of the frame she was riveted to.
The
slave was completely naked, her heavy breasts dangling before her. Electrodes
could be seen, attached to the two large glands, and to her vulva. Crocodile
clips were attached to her clitoris hood and nipple ring. This was the means to
force her to move her limbs. If she were to stop moving, she would be shocked in
her nipples and clit by short sharp shocks. Through the electrodes, she would
feel as if she was being ruthlessly whipped in her breasts and buttocks. If
this was not enough encouragement, a long steel shafts penetrating deep into
her vagina would raise up further. These steel shafts had pimples on them. When
they begin spinning in her, they rub her sensitive insides until she was forced
to comply.
The
slave did not have to be taken out of the machine at all. She was wearing a
steel helmet that covered her head completely. A tube ran through the point
where her mouth should be. Underneath the helmet, her jaws were kept wide open
by a rubber ball. The tube pierced through its centre, and entered into her
throat. This tube went all the way down into her stomach, and allowed food to
be pumped directly into her.
To
remove any waste from inside her body, a butt-plug had been inserted into her.
This had holes at the tip of its cone, which would allow any shit to be sucked
out by vacuum, through a tube at the bottom of the plug, connected to a
disposal tank beneath her. Similarly, a tube had been inserted into her
urethra. This would drain any urine from within her, directly into the disposal
tank.
The
slave would not be allowed to do anything herself. She would not even eat and
chew, nor shit and urine. Everything would be done by the machine that she had
now become part of.
This
would be a traumatic experience for any human. The meaninglessness of such an
existence would have been too much. But the woman’s mind was already blank. She
had been conditioned well by the man’s regime, with the last vestiges of
identity and individuality driven out of her by her cruel treatment with the
virtual reality helmet.
Power
Girl was no more. Only an empty husk remained, powering the man’s yacht as he
helmed it across the seas.
The
End