Satin: Snared and Shattered
By Bronze of Deep domain
Satin crept into the large warehouse through the side loading bay.
She had been sent by FOCUS (Free Order of Costumed and Undercover
Superheroines) to get evidence on a gang transporting stolen Missile
parts to some groups in the Middle East. Although she knew who had
stolen the parts they were only the foot soldiers of crime, Satin
wanted to catch the brain behind the operation and put him behind
bars.
Satin had checked out the ship the “M.V. Al Alcra” but it was too
well guarded for her to get on board without a fight so the
warehouse was an ideal spying location. She silently slipped herself
in behind a set of boxes destined for loading onto the “Al Alcra”,
and tried to hear the villains who were discussing their plans at a
central desk. She was too far away to make a any sense of what the
crooks were saying getting only a few words, mostly to do with the
body parts of the women in the porno magazines the men were reading.
A mobile telephone rang and a gang member answered, he had to talk
loudly into the instrument and Satin could at last eavesdrop. From
the side of the conversation she could hear it appeared that the
boss had arrived and that soon the parts would be loaded. “OK guys”,
said the husky gang member putting the phone away “She’s here, lets
get the welcoming committee ready, everybody out to the boss and the
buyer on the ship We’ll be back to load up soon”. Satin was
surprised how quickly the gang obeyed, the Boss must be pretty
powerful she thought.
As the last of the gang went out Satin stood up stretching every
inch of her slim five foot ten inch body to ease the stiffness in
her muscles. She needed to get on that ship to check what was going
down. She was thinking how to get on board while leaning against a
crate when the idea hit her. Get the gang to carry her on board in a
crate, saves so much energy having the hired help do all the hard
work she thought. With that she found a long box labelled up for the
“Al Alcra” and carefully undid the clasps holding the lid and opened
it up. Just as she’d thought missiles.
The superheroine strained a little but lifted the 6 foot long
missile out of the box and hid it behind some sacking in a dark part
of the warehouse. The space left by the missile looked a little
snug but at least she would be able to get on board undetected.
After rigging the lid latches to spring open from the inside and
boring some air holes in the box top She climbed into the box and
lay down. Smoothing her short dark blue skirt over her dark lycra
pantyhose she snuggled down so that the box lid could hinge down
while missing her pert 36 C breasts, don’t want to put a kink in
those babies she thought.
The box was quite and dark with only a little light coming in
through the four air holes, Hope I don’t have to wait long she
thought I’m going to get stiff again if I’m not careful. Then she
started to think about how to handle the crooks on the boat and how
best to take them down, lucky all these villains were just so dumb.
Out side the warehouse the mobile phone rang again and the Husky man
answered quietly. A woman’s voice on the phone said “She’s put
herself in box 23A, go in and get her now Malone and make it good,
I’ll be watching”. The gang moved back into the warehouse according
to their secret plan and started moving crates around as if to load
the ship. Slowly they all converged around box 23A and the Husky man
silently uncoiled the tube leading from the small cylinder of
laughing gas he was carrying, and pushed the tube in through one of
the air holes he saw on the box’s top.
Satin heard everything grow quite on the outside and hoped they
weren’t leaving this box when she heard the hissing and smelt a
slightly sweet taste in her mouth and in her nose. Damn she thought
I’ve been spotted she released the catches and tried to push open
the lid but she couldn’t move it, the three goons on top were just
too heavy. She was now kicking and screaming in the box frantically
trying to get out to breath in fresh air again.
The gang held down the lid with some difficulty as they heard the
desperate woman inside batter against the box. Her struggles were
growing weaker and her voice was changing from anger to pleading as
she tried to escape. Then the knocking stopped and the gang could
hear almost a little girl’s voice pleading to be let out alternating
between sobs and light giggles. After a few more minutes no sounds
came from the box.
Malone stopped the flow of gas and motioned the gang to open the
box, “Be careful she might be faking” he said as they raised the
lid. One look in the box told them that she hadn’t been faking the
overconfident superheroine was lying on her back, out cold, her
skirt was rucked around her waist and her knuckles were bruised and
bloody. Some pouches in her utility belt were undone and the gang
saw her nose clip gas mask on her stomach, if she had managed to get
that on they would be in a hell of a fight by now they thought.
“I’ve just got to have me some of those” said fat Harry as he
reached out and grabbed the unconscious Heroine’s beasts and began
squeezing hard. The dark haired girl moaned softly but did not move
as the rest of the gang rushed in and started to feel her up. The
mobile buzzed insistently and Malone answered it. “Stop those damn
animals” hissed the voice brimming with anger “and bring her onboard
undamaged, NOW”.
“STOP IT BOYS, the Boss doesn’t want us to touch her yet. Harry get
off her Tits” screamed Malone. The gang backed off leaving Satin’s
much groped body lying in the box. Fat Harry noticed how her nipples
were pressing hard against the dark fabric of her top and promised
himself to get better acquainted with her soon. Malone looked up at
the hidden surveillance camera and hoped the boss wasn’t going to be
too pissed, she could turn real fierce.
On the ship the crime boss looked at the TV monitor and saw the gang
obey her orders and bring the crate aboard. That’s right boys she
thought leave the little bitch alone I want to play first, then
maybe you’ll be lucky.
Once in the hold the still unconscious Satin was pulled out of the
crate by Fat Harry. He had been told to carry her to the Bosses
cabin and tie her there. Harry wasn’t too bright but he knew that he
had to have some of the sweet stuff draped over his left shoulder.
As he walked through the corridors with the Heroine’s head dangling
down his back, carrying her as if she weighed nothing, he started to
rub his right hand hard against her rear dipping his fingers
through her pantyhose at the juncture of her legs and starting to
push into her quietly moaning body.
At the Bosses cabin Harry reluctantly had to release his hold on the
girls pussy and open the door. The boss was not down yet so Harry
threw Satin down on her back on the bed. She was out cold and Harry
could not resist feeling her up some more. He had parted her legs
and was stroking her crotch when the boss and Malone walked in.
“Just checking she was unarmed Boss” Harry smiled up as the Boss
gave him a huge kick in the face. Harry went down like a sack of
potatoes, out for the count. “Where the hell do you get these idiots
from Malone, a sex offenders rest home ?. Take him out and dispose
of him I don’t want him around anyone, anymore all right. Malone
dragged the fallen man out of the room leaving the boss alone with
Satin.
She-Devil looked down at her fallen adversary and was pleased her
plan had gone so well. She rapidly bound the Heroine with cord
securing her arms behind her back leaving her damaged hands resting
on the rucked up skirt. She stripped off Satins boots and bound her
ankles tightly together before lashing her feet to her hands with a
tight piece of cord. The fallen heroine was now bent into a cruel
bow shape with her knees bent and her torso thrust out, emphasising
her breasts. She-Devil then stripped off Satin’s yellow utility
belt and started to go through its contents.
Up on deck Malone slowly pushed the unconscious thug over the ships
railing and heard Harry’s body splash into the sea. As he walked
back down to the cabins he thought to himself; Poor Dumb bastard why
couldn’t the idiot have kept his hands to himself. Working for a
woman was no picnic. Hell, rape and pillage were right off the
agenda!.
Satin started to come round feeling disorientated but luckily not
sick, She felt incredibly relieved to be alive as this had been her
worst experience since becoming a costumed crime fighter a year
ago. She realised she was tied at the same time as she caught sight
of the other occupant of the room. As Satin slowly brought the
standing figure into focus she wondered what was going to happen to
her as she recognised one of the most ruthless figures in the
Travaughn City underworld.
She-Devil stood over six feet tall and was a beautiful woman with a
perfect 38-28-38 figure, her perfect curves almost obscuring her
athletic muscular development. The powerful crime boss enjoyed
flaunting her body and was wearing her trade mark dark red one piece
catsuit that emphasised every inch of her body and contrasted with
the cascade of blond hair that fell to her shoulders. Her face
although beautiful looked hard and had a sneer as she saw her
adversary stir on the bed.
“Ah Satin slut so nice that you could join me, you really must be
more careful where you try to hide in future, you were just so
totally taken, I was laughing almost as much as you were when they
used the gas on you”
Satin tried to move but could only thrash around on the bed and
didn’t manage to loosen any of her bindings. “OK She-Devil you got
me, I can’t stop you this time but FOCUS will be looking for me by
now you’d better be planning to make your escape.”
“Actually my dear we used your communicator to tell your little pals
you were going of duty and even now your tracker device is enjoying
a bus ride down time. By the time anyone realises anything is wrong
I’ll have what I want from you”.
Satin felt deeply worried to be at the mercy of this woman but felt
she could still win through if she believed in herself. “Don’t think
FOCUS will be wrong footed, they are probably closing in on you
right now”.
“No my dear I’m very much afraid that all your superhero chums are
as dumb as you and are not going to be of any help. Now save
yourself a lot of trouble and time tell me how much FOCUS knows
about my organisation and plans”
“Go to hell She-Devil I wouldn’t even tell you the time” shouted the
defiant heroine
My dear after I’ve finished with you you’ll be so eager to do what I
say that you’ll build a clock just to tell me the time. Marca,
Craven come here we’ve work to do”.
Two more women entered the cabin, neither were as beautiful as the
She-Devil or Satin but both were striking and large. As ex-
professional wrestlers they were tough and capable of handing out a
lot of pain. “OK you two the super slut is hanging tough and we are
going to have to change her mind, lets see how she holds out, STRIP
HER!”
The two sidekicks advanced quickly on Satin as she started to try
and escape her bonds. Craven grabbed the waist band of Satins skirt
and gave a massive wrench. The strong fabric held for a microsecond
before tearing leaving the writhing heroine in just her lycra top
and pantyhose. Marca pulled Satins knees apart to let Craven unhitch
the crotch band holding the heroines top in place.
“Argghh, let go of me you perverts how dare you treat me like this
stop it at once” yelled Satin as she desperately tried to close her
knees while writhing to stop those questing fingers near her most
sensitive portal. It was no good, Craven’s fingers sneaked under the
crotch clip brushing across Satin’s lycra covered labia. Craven tore
back her hand and the fastening gave way the top snapping back to
above Satins navel. Craven then rolled the top as far as she could
up the struggling superheros chest, pushing it above the heroines
bra encased breasts.
“Nooo” screamed Satin as Cravan grabbed between her breasts and
shredded the bra with a single pull allowing Satins now naked
breasts to emerge into the critical view of all the women. “Good
tits, firm and a nice size” said Craven hardly even breathing hard.
“Look they bounce real well” with that wrestler slapped both of
Satins breasts with her callused right hand.
“Arggh Ohh stop, STOP IT” Satin screamed as the pain and shock of
the assault exploded on her mind, nothing like this had ever
happened to her before. “No don’t do that” she wailed as she felt
the other woman roll down her lycra pantyhose exposing her pale blue
Tanga briefs.
Rolling the pantyhose past Satin’s knees was difficult so Craven
repaid the earlier compliment and pulled Satins knees apart for
Marca. “Hey look boss the slut must be enjoying this, look she’s
wet” The three women ringing the crime fighter stated to laugh as
they gazed down at the unmistakable signs of moisture on the crotch
of Satin’s panties. Satin’s cries were desperate now she had been
captured abused, assaulted and now humiliated. “Oh stop you bitches
please please stop doing this to me”.
“Bitches are we” snarled Craven and tugged the front panel of Satins
panties up hard to give the girl an agonising wedgie. Satin gave a
scram of real pain as her panties partied her moist labia and
plunged through her womanhood to tighten on her unsuspecting
clitoris.
“She still seem overdressed to me” sneered She-Devil looking down at
the thin strip of blue material splitting Satin’s plump pudenda. “OK
Boss” grinned Craven as she thrust her hand under the panty’s front
panel again, this time wrenching some dark hairs, from Satins
abused pubes. This time her hand pulled back and the cloth whipped
back from between Satins nether lips as the panties shredded leaving
the now sobbing crime fighter total nude in front of her tormentors.
The two women had been so quick in what they had done to her that
Satin had had no time to prepare herself emotionally. She couldn’t
believe that in a few seconds she had gone from proud superheroine
preparing to hold out against her foes to a beaten stripped girl,
sobbing and red in the face as much from the humiliation as her
exertions.
The two wrestlers moved back to allow She-Devil to gloat over her
fallen enemy. The evil crime boss was breathing as hard and fast as
the combatants as she looked down at the sobbing Satin and felt a
level of elation that was definitely sexual. She smiled to herself
as she guessed that there were now four sets of moist panties in the
room.
“Now Slut tell me how much FOCUS knows about my organisation and
plans”, before we have to get rough.
Satin was still sobbing, tears falling from her eyes, her mouth wet
where she had been screaming and begging. Every fibre in her body
shouted at her to tell She-Devil everything she knew to save herself
any more pain and humiliation. But, somewhere in her confused and
shocked brain there was the heroine part fighting to get out. “Go to
Hell She-Bitch you and your lesbian friends won’t defeat me FOCUS is
coming and after this we’ll get .. Ugghhh..” Whatever Satin was
going to say was stopped as She-Devil drove her fist into the plucky
crime fighters solar plexus.
“Stupid stupid girl you really don’t understand do you . You’re mine
to do with as ever I want; beat torture, give you to my girls or my
boys, you don’t matter. All I want is the information. Such a little
thing think about it again”.
Satin was desperately trying to suck in air to her lungs and stop
retching she couldn’t speak could hardly even think rationally. All
her training by FOCUS was not helping a few blows and she had been
reduced to a mere shadow of her former self. But how, she was an
experienced crime fighter she had beaten men and women in fair
fights before. She had taken a beating, been injured in the line of
duty but never had she been abused like this tied up and helpless,
never humiliated like this. She tried to pull herself together and
play for time, “let me rest a while and then we’ll talk, I’m not
feeling up to it at the moment” she wheezed.
“No way slut tell me now or we start again” snarled She-Devil.
Satin strengthened her resolve and whispered “ I don’t know anything
this was just an observation mission, just a beginning”
“Stupid Slut I don’t think that’s all you have to tell me I didn’t
set up the trap just to get nothing. You’d better pray you can tell
me something or else. OK you two let’s do her”.
Marca and Craven advanced on the bed and started to untie the cord
between Satins hands and feet. As it parted Satins legs whipped down
and caught Marca on the shoulder. the crime fighter was going to
make a brave stand but there had only a fraction of her normal power
in those legs, as they were racked with pain from strain. Craven hit
Satin low in the belly causing her to gasp and double up in pain,
the wrestler followed with two quick punches to the crime fighters
breasts. Satins firm breasts absorbed the punches almost squishing
flat against her chest. Satin screamed from the sharp pain of the
blow and moaned as her breasts rebounded leaving a hard ache behind.
With her hands still bound behind her back Satin could only buck and
writhe beneath the two women in an attempt to frustrate them. But,
she could not stop any of their plans Craven straddled Satins waist
kneading and slapping her breasts while Macra and She-Devil worked
on her legs.
In short order Satins legs were untied and her panty hose torn from
her legs. The cord around her ankles was pulled apart and used to
attach each ankle to a corner of the bed. Spreading the heroine like
that caused her to scream out again as she felt so vulnerable and
was fully open to the evil women. With Satins legs secured Craven
dismounted and punched the heroine in the stomach, as she pulled
herself up by her retching stomach muscles Craven and Macra grabbed
her arms while She-Devil untied them. With the two strong fighters
on each arm Satin would have been in trouble at the best of times,
with the strain in her arms and the general beating she has suffered
she could do nothing to resist as the lycra top and remnants of her
bra were stripped off her. Her arms were forced to the top corners
of the bed and secured tightly by her wrists.
Spread-eagled naked on the bed and looked down on by the three women
Satin almost broke down and cried she felt so alone and in so much
danger.
“Lets find out who she is girls, off with the mask” yelled She-Devil
quite taken with the thought of getting the crime fighter totally
naked before her. “No” shrieked Satin as her small black eye mask
was pulled up revealing her full face for the first time in her
Satin persona. Her face was perfectly proportioned and was
beautifully framed by her Auburn page boy style hair. Well what do
you know its that damn weather girl from TV, Lorna uh what’s her
name oh yea Jeffrey, well baby we are surely going to cause a major
depression on your horizon today.
Satin/Lorna quailed an unmasking was a terrible thing for a costumed
crime fighter as it nearly always meant their personal life was shot
to hell and back. “Bitches” she spat out between gritted teeth “why
did you have to do this to me”.
“Pardon me” sneered back She-Devil “No one invited you in, now we’re
just giving you something to remember us by. Get the video Craven I
think we should take some footage of the momentous day Miss High and
Mighty here gets taken down”.
Craven was rapidly back with a video camera and tripod, she had to
push through some of She-Devils male side kicks who were crowding
round outside the cabin door, drawn by the screams of Satin. They
wanted desperately to try and see what exactly was happening and to
who. “Don’t worry boys I’m sure that you’ll enjoy the video. Of
course if she doesn’t talk soon I may be able to arrange for her to
give each and every one of you something personal.” said She-Devil
sweetly and then yelled “NOW get the hell out of here and back to
work you fools”.
Shutting the door She-Devil looked down on the fallen heroine, her
gaze being drawn to the delicate and downy auburn hair of her pubes.
The heroine was neat enough and clearly regularly wore a bikini but
She-Devil had thought up yet another humiliation. “Get some foam and
a razor Craven, Miss Weather report here is gone to become as smooth
as silk.
“No, you couldn’t, wouldn’t” squealed Satin by now totally cowed
more by the menace than the physical violence. “I’ll tell you what
I know”.
“Sorry babe” smiled She-Devil “when I start I just hate to stop.
Maybe we’ll be interested enough if you blare out something really
good like all the superhero secret identities, otherwise just not
interested now”.
Craven was squirting gel onto her hand in preparation for the
shaving She showed Satin her hand and slowly moved the hand out of
the terrified girls view and then slapped it on her exposed
pudenda. Craven worked the gel into a foam by a vigorous rubbing
action that started Satin moaning with fear and pleasure. She-Devil
then took up the razor and brought it to within an inch of Satin’s
eyes. “I don’t think I need to tell you to keep still do I ?. If I
miss down there it could be really painful” She-Devils voice sent a
dark chill straight through Satin’s being, she felt totally lost.
She-Devil started to shave the absolutely fear frozen crime fighter
she could barely hear anyone breathing as the razor swept off foam
and fur in equal measure. With Satin’s pubes clear She-Devil moved
down deeper between the terrified girls legs and totally denuded her
pudenda. “There there doesn’t that look so much better girls. After
all Satin by name Satin by nature. Don’t forget the zoom Craven,
smile for the camera Satin sweet”.
With those last words She-Devil destroyed the usually indomitable
crime fighter, the thought of a video of her humiliation
concentrating on her most intimate regions was too much to take. “NO
please stop now I’ll tell you everything I know just stop please
and turn that damn camera off. I can’t stand it any more please
PLEASE STOP”, with that Satin broke down into uncontrollable tears
totally unable to stand any more humiliation.
Thirty minutes later She-Devil knew all the details of FOCUS’s
interest in her operations. Satin had been able to hold nothing
back, she was totally in the power of the evil woman. After Satin
had been drained on that particular operation she was made to reveal
more information on the secret operations of FOCUS, unable to hold
back a single detail.
“Very well my dear” I think that is all I need to know you’ve been
so very helpful. I feel I must do something for you in return, let
me think turn you loose, no, let you rest ,no. I know I’m going to
take you and show you who is Boss.
“Oh No you can’t, please, I gave you everything” wailed the broken
girl.
“Not quite everything I think my dear I want your body as well as
your mind. They will make such a nice set.”
She-Devil dismissed Craven and Marca from the room smiling as she
saw their disappointment at not being able to sample the fallen
heroine. As she shut and locked the door she turned around and
regarded her young victim licking her lips slowly with anticipation
of the feast ahead.
She-Devil sloughed off her one piece suit feeling the wetness of its
crotch as it slid down her leg and lay puddled in a dark red pile of
material at her feet. She hadn’t realised that the total domination
of the crime fighter would have had such a powerful effect on her
own excitement. She walked over to the bed watching Satin’s eyes
getting larger and larger with fear.
“No please” begged the girl, “I’ve never had a woman I don’t like
women I haven’t even been with a man. Please don’t take me, I’m a
virgin. Please I don’t want to be raped please don’t make me please”.
“NO no my dear you must have heard the saying to the victor the
spoils well I’m collecting”. With that She-Devil closed Satin’s
mouth with a violent kiss that seemed to draw all the breath from
the defeated heroine. Satin’s nipples were tugged roughly by She-
Devil’s fingers and were rapidly sucked between her teeth. Satin had
never experienced such sensations as her nipples were sucked and
teased becoming harder than she had ever thought possible
Despite Satin’s bucking and writhing She-Devil managed to straddle
the young girls hips. Satin was appalled when she felt the wetness
of the older woman pelt press onto her newly shaved and sensitive
mound. She-Devil was writhing around on Satin pressing their mounds
together, trapping both their buds between their hard pubic bones,
drawing moans of anguish and pleasure from the unwilling writhing
captive.
She-Devil managed to grab a double headed dildo from the side of the
bed and drew it past Satin’s fear filled eyes. “No for God’s sake I
meant it I’m a virgin please don’t use that thing on me I’m not
ready it too big, No”
She-Devil lifted herself from Satin just far enough to place the
dildo between them, each of its ends between their respective labia
nestling at the mouths of their vaginas. Satin had pushed her rear
as far as she could into the bed to try and avoid the dildo but it
was no good as She-Devil started to push down into the crime
fighters body once more. Satin willed her vaginal muscles to keep
out the intruder and they tried with such success that the dildo
buried itself to the half way point in She-Devil before Satin was
even partially breached. But with the end pad firm against her pubes
She-Devil was fully extended with the deep penetration of the dildo
as she bore down on Satin. Satin gave a chilling scream as the hard
dildo breached her defences and slid into her hot wet vagina tearing
through her hymen as it did so.
She-Devil rocked back and forwards feeling the dildo move in them
both as the girl beneath her moaned and cried. She-Devil picked up
the pace and was thrusting long and hard into her victim when she
heard a thin scream pass Satins lips and felt the crime fighter hips
bucking furiously as the continuous stimulation forced her to a
furious orgasm. She-Devil rammed further into the now insensible
Satin and had her own shattering release and collapsed over the
sweating broken crime fighter. My God thought She-Devil as she
looked down between them and saw the tiny trickle of blood on Satins
thigh, the little bitch was telling the truth, I’ve taken my first
cherry.
Can Satin recover from her terrible ordeal,
Will she be able to escape and defeat She-Devil
or what other horrors can possibly await