Satin
In part one ‘Snared and Shattered’ Our heroine was captured by She-Devil’s gang and, after suffering
physical abuse and a string of humiliations, forced to divulge secret information about the FOCUS
(Free Order of Costumed and Undercover Superheroines) organisation. After revealing the
information Satin was brutally raped by She-Devil as proof of the domination of the villainess over
the normally invulnerable crime fighter.
*****
Part 2
Satin: Subjugated and Shamed
She-Devil was gleaming with a thin sheen of perspiration as she raised herself off Satin’s sweat
soaked belly, she slipped the double headed dildo out of her own wet vagina feeling waves of deep
contractions as she did so. The villainess rolled off the beaten crime fighter leaving the devilish dildo
still thrust deeply in the spread-eagled beauty. Kneeling on the bed She-Devil looked down feasting
her eyes on her defeated enemy.
Satin was breathing heavily, only partially conscious. She was exhausted from her screams and the
brave but futile resistance she had put up in the attempt to remain inviolate. Despite her efforts she
had not prevented She-Devil from forcing the brutal dildo rape on her. She-Devil looked at Satin’s
face and saw the trail of tears down her checks where the ravished girl had sobbed in frustration, pain
and humiliation during the assault. Satin’s mouth was slightly open and the lips were so full and
inviting that She-Devil bent down and gave Satin a light kiss, so unlike the hard rasping kisses she
had forced on the writhing girl during the rape. Satin moaned quietly as the kiss transmitted itself
through her bruised lips and slowly filtered through to her conscious self
“Bitch, how could you do that to me” sobbed Satin “I wouldn’t have believed that another woman
could have been capable of .. of...rape. Oh, you’re just so disgusting”
She-Devil sneered at Satin and viciously pinched the plucky crime fighter’s nipples, causing the
young woman to scream out from the new pain assailing her already much abused breasts. “Arghh,
how dare you you fiend. Stop it. Once I’m free you’ll regret this.
She-Devil got down from the bed and sauntered naked around the cabin posing in front of Satin,
squeezing her own breasts as she grinned down at the shocked heroin. Dipping her fingers in-between
her own thighs the villainess then slowly wiped the fingers over Satin’s breasts and face leaving
silvery trails of her cum over the heroine’s flawless skin. Satin turned her face away but could not
escape this further humiliation, although she bore it in stoic silence.
Eventually tiring of tormenting Satin She-Devil picked up her discarded cat suite and decided it was
too stained to wear again. She went over to the shower stall and took a brief but invigorating shower
to try and power her out of her post orgasmic torpor. She enjoyed the torrents of hot water as they
cascaded over her shoulders and ran in rivulets down over her breasts. She soaped herself carefully all
over letting her hands glide over her skin as she observed the fallen heroine. She could see Satin
desperately trying to free herself from the spread-eagle and enjoyed seeing the heroine eventually give
up exhausted. Turning the water off She-Devil towelled herself vigorously to finally shake herself
back into reality, so she could continue her domination of Satin.
“What are your plans for me now” Satin demanded, feeling much more like her old confident self
despite her perilous condition “I don’t know how you forced me to talk. But I’m feeling much
stronger now, you’ll not beat me again”
“Well my dear Satin Slut I did have some chemical help to break you down into those itty bitty pieces
as you rushed to tell me everything you knew. But luckily for you I’ve plenty more of the stuff and by
the time I’ve finished with you you’ll do exactly what I say.
She-Devil went to a cupboard unlocked it and took out a syringe and vial of clear liquid. She
measured 5 ml into the syringe and locked the vial back in the cupboard. She-Devil stood over Satin
and cleaned a small section of the desperately writhing crime fighters arm with an alcohol wipe.
Clearing the air bubbles out of the needle She-Devil selected Satin’s vein, pinning the arm for an
instant as she injected the liquid.
Satin felt a moment of heat in her arm as the chemical mixed with her blood “What was that you
bitch, haven’t you done enough to me already” spat the angry and scared Satin.
“It’s called K-15 but you could call it my Satin pacifier, you last met it in the gas form, but the liquid
is much more potent. I stole it from the Soviet KGB it was almost their last success in chemical
warfare. It has several delectable features, all related to the subjects state of mind and activity. It
causes the subject to loose self-esteem and increases their feelings of pain, basically acting as a
bravery inhibitor. Oh you’ll be able to start to act brave but when you’re adrenaline concentration hits
a certain level, phutt; pain will cut in, self-esteem disappears and any bravery will go and you’ll be
left totally flat. Don’t you think it worked so very well on you, all I had to do was get my women to
rough you up a bit and you were crying like a little girl, so eager to let down all you friends”.
“Why are you giving me more you hellcat, what are you doing trying to do kill me ?” snapped Satin
powerfully although her voice sounded strained
“Kill you no point to that, no the Soviets planned to use it against elite troops. But I’m going to sell
the formula to the highest bidder, using you as proof of its power. When they see what it can do to one
of the great invulnerable American Superheroine’s there should be plenty of buyers”.
Satin was beginning to feel strange from the effect of the newly injected drug, some of her earlier
bravado seemed to be escaping, but she still felt as if she could overcome She-Devil if only she could
get free.
“Lets see how brave you are now you’ve got some K-15 back inside your system, I think all the energy
you wasted fighting me must have upped your metabolism enough to weaken the first dose” said She-
Devil moving down to untie Satin’s Left ankle.
As soon as the ankle was free Satin flexed her leg, despite the tremendous ache after being stretched
out so long, and aimed a kick at She-Devil. The villainess easily avoided the kick and counter
attacked by wrenching the buried dildo roughly out of Satin.
Satin, who had been using her vaginal muscles to try and expel the invader from her by slowly
pulsing it out, had been tightly clenched around the dildo and gave a scream of pure agony as her sore
pussy was vacated by the hard and ribbed dildo. She subsidised into sobs squirming about on the bed
trying to find some position to reduce the extreme pain that came from her tortured vagina that felt to
her as if it had been ripped and torn apart inside.
With Satin incapable of offering any further resistance She-Devil replaced the cord around her left
wrist with handcuffs and a long chain, that would allow Satin to roam around the cabin. Untying
Satin’s other bonds She-Devil felt that she was in no danger from the chemically cowed and sobbing
heroine. As she was progressively freed Satin moved into an almost foetal position on her side with
her knees drawn up towards her belly, her free hand cupping her sore and punished pudenda.
As she left She-Devil gave Satin a huge slap on her rear that caused the crime fighter to wail in pain
and humiliation. “Clean yourself up Satin slut, I’ll be back soon enough to continue your training, its
going to be fun, for me anyway” laughed the villainess as she left the cabin securing the door carefully
behind her.
Satin stayed in her foetal position on the bed sobbing quietly to herself as the pain from the stinging
slap to her rear gradually reduced leaving her cupping her sore and tortured pussy. Satin eventually
felt able to function almost normally again and started by examining her chains. The handcuffs, chain
and mountings were strong and she knew that without the equipment from her utility belt she would
be unable to break free. She moved slowly to the side of the bed and gently swung her legs round to
the floor. Her body felt like a mass of pain both from the abuse it had received from her captors as
well as the tight spread-eagle position she had been kept in for hours.
When she got her feet firmly on the floor and stood up Satin caught sight of her reflection in the
mirror. She hardly recognised herself. Her neat auburn page-boy style hair was darkened by sweat and
plastered to her head and face, her eyes were red and runny. Her breasts had red marks, silver trails
and scratches over the usually silky white surface. Her abdomen seemed to be trembling and was
marked with red blotches where she had been hit repeatedly by the female thugs.
Satin was most shocked at the condition of her pussy and upper legs. She gasped when she saw her
now nude pudenda, remembering the humiliation of her enforced shaving. She looked just so exposed
that she involuntarily shielded her pussy with her hand. She also saw blood on her inner thighs that
scared her. She sat back down on the bed and parted her legs as wide as she could to examine the state
of the damage to her most delicate region.
Parting her bruised and swollen labia with her fingers was painful but she was incredible gentle with
herself as she tried to asses the damage. As she probed herself she was still traumatised by what had
happened to her. Less than a day ago she had thought of herself as a tough invulnerable superheroine,
one of the fifteen FOCUS crime fighters who with the police kept Travaughn City safe. Over her five
years of being a costumed superheroine she had seen many appalling things but had won all her
previous battles, many of them violent in the extreme and often against the odds, fighting both male
and female hoodlums. But now here she was a naked captive, beaten, abused and raped and almost
worst of all her rapist had been a woman.
She felt used and dirty, before today her body had been pure, with the exceptions of one or two boys in
High school who had tried, and failed, to grope her pussy while on a date she had avoided physical
contact. Her virginity had been precious to her, something special, and had been hers to give when
she felt the time was right. She sobbed as she recalled the ripping sensation as the dildo had torn
through her hymen destroying forever her physical innocence. She thought of all the other rape
victims she had tried to help through her work and tried to remember how they had coped, so she
could draw on their strength to get her through her ordeal.
Her explorations revealed less damage to her physical self than she had at first thought, although
bruised and sore the blood had been from her deflowering and did not come from deeper damage. Her
labia were not cut or torn and her vagina, despite feeling raw, was not damaged. This K-15 stuff is
devastating me with pain I can hardly think straight, thank God most of it’s in the mind Satin thought
clinging on to the positive thought as she got up to use the shower to wash away the stains of her
dishonouring.
Satin was gentle with herself as she washed in the shower, conscious of every item of damage her
body had absorbed in the time since her capture. When she at last felt clean she got out and started to
dry herself. There were no clothes in a fit state to wear, her costume having been reduced to shreds
during her stripping. Satin wrapped the soft white towel around her breasts, it covered her to mid
thigh, and started to examine the room looking for possible escape route. She desperately hoped that
her FOCUS colleagues would be looking for her by now, she knew she couldn’t survive much more
torment.
***
FOCUS headquarters Travaughn City
***
Inside the Council chamber of the large but discrete four story building an emergency meeting was
taking place:
“Well she’s definitely not at home or at work, so where the hell is she” demanded Psi-Girl glaring
defiantly at group of costumed crime fighters and their civilian helpers.
The head of FOCUS, the powerful Delta Woman, gave all her attention to the young Psi-Girl taking
in how distressed the young girl, barely through her teens, appeared to be at the disappearance of her
friend and mentor.
“Satin is an experienced crime fighter my dear, that is why I chose her to be your trainer as you
learned to use your powers as a costumed superheroine. There’s no need to fear for her she was just on
an observation mission. No direct contact planned”.
“Planned” exploded Psi-Girl smacking down her right hand along her white lycra bodysuited thigh
“One of the first things Satin taught me was that this business was dynamic and you could never plan
anything in advance. What was she doing anyway, its been more than 24 hours since anyone has seen
her ?”.
Delta Woman frowned not pleased with the youngsters lack of control. “Allison”, she said turning to
her personal assistant “Please bring us up to date with this Satin situation”
“Yes Delta” the smartly suited civilian aid replied “Satin was tracking a gang of arms smugglers,
small fry only, she was trying to find out who planned the robberies before we took action in concert
with the appropriate authorities ” The woman turned slightly to acknowledge Commissioner Davies
of the Police department who was sitting round the table with three superheroines; Delta Woman,
Firebird and Emerald, while Allison and Psi Girl stood..
“Her last contact was at 20:30 yesterday evening by data link signing off from the surveillance”,
Allison reported, reading from her clipboard “approximately 18 hours hour ago” she added while
looking at Psi-Girl.
The young crime fighter was agitated pacing about the room, her long black hair and silver cape
streaming out behind her “So no one actually spoke to her just a typed message on the link and no
one has seen her today. Channel 8 want to know where their morning weather girl was and her home
is all shut up. Look we were due to meet up today she’s never missed any of my training sessions
before. I have a bad feeling about this”.
“That is precisely, considering your exceptional gifts, why we are taking this seriously” came back
Delta Woman.
Allison gave a slight cough “Satin’s tracker indicates that she is currently downtown, the unit is set
suggesting that all is well and that she is in costume. The Commissioner has dispatched a police unit
to make contact.
Firebird sat forward in her seat “Psi-Girl I .. We all appreciate your concern but Satin is strong and
brave I don’t think anyone could take her data link or tracker away from her before she could at least
get off an emergency signal. She may just be following up a lead”
“Please we should be checking out her last location, those docks are enormous “ pleaded Psi-Girl as
the phone rang close to the Commissioner.
As the middle age man talked and listened on the phone he became pale and started to sweat. Putting
the phone down he turned and said “well ladies I am afraid we do have a serious problem. The tracker
device has just been found on a city transit bus hidden behind a seat, I think we must assume that
Satin has been captured.
Emerald stood up abruptly from the table, surprising both Delta woman and Firebird, her long red
hair cascading down over her green lycra top. “Delta, let Psi-Girl and I check out the docks, we’ve
waited too long already, Satin could be in grave danger”.
Delta woman waved her assent and saw the Emerald and Psi-Girl rush out of the room. She turned to
Allison and whispered a series of orders “Check out all our procedures, they’ve failed to protect Satin
assess what we can do to improve and report back. Assemble the Order and start the search, pray God
we are in time to rescue the girl”.
Psi-Girl and Emerald raced through the building to get to the heli-pad on the roof . As they sprinted
through the wide corridors and up the stairs they formed a magnificent sight of perfectly proportioned
athletic femininity, they appeared perfectly matched despite their physical differences.
Psi-Girl had just turned twenty her lithe body echoing the sensuous curves of the East inherited
through her Japanese forbears. Her delicate bone structure, which made her seem so delicate, was
overlaid with strong muscles and although appearing smaller than her five foot seven inch 34-25-36
frame she packed a powerful punch. Despite of her athletic ability the heroine’s main strength was her
psychic powers and her ability to exert partial control over her enemies as well as read their minds.
Although only becoming a member of FOCUS six months ago Psi-Girl, through her mentor Satin,
had already managed to take part in several operations and although not allowed to go solo yet was
supremely confident in her own abilities. The loss of Satin was deeply troubling to Psi-Girl as the
more experienced girl had become more like her sister than a teacher, giving advice on crime fighting
and living in general. Satin had even suggested adaptations to Psi-Girl’s costume, providing black soft
leather thigh boots to match her thin black eye mask. And most importantly adding a mid thigh
length silver cape to the white one piece lycra jump suite and FOCUS utility belt, to shield what Psi-
Girl thought of as her otherwise overexposed buttocks.
In comparison to Psi-Girl Emerald had a much more heroic build, although that description seemed to
deny her the total femininity she exuded. At six feet two inches she was the tallest FOCUS
superheroine and her tightly honed 38-28-38 body glowed with strength and vitality. Her flaming red
hair and flashing green eyes told their own story of her Irish ancestry, also apparent in her ready smile
and occasional heated word. At twenty seven years old Emerald had been a costumed crime fighter for
over ten years, the last eight as part of FOCUS. She had been responsible for keeping much of the
crime off Travaughn streets and was well known and respected by both the law-abiding populous and
a wide spectrum of the criminal underworld. This slightly surprising part of her fan club being due to
her tough but fair dealing with crooks and her habit of making sure the families of any criminals she
sent away did not suffer during the incarceration. Emerald also had a particular interest in Satin’s fate
as she had been Satin’s trainer five years ago and the two of them had built up a strong bond of
friendship through the years. Although Emerald had always worried that the impetuous nature of
Satin could end up with her getting into trouble.
Emerald was conscious as she raced up the stairs to match Psi-Girl’s pace as otherwise Emerald’s
enhanced athletic ability would have easily outdistanced the younger woman. Emeralds costume was
more flamboyant and daring than Psi-Girl, she liked to use her body as a distracting influence on the
criminals she fought, a strategy that had always served her well. The emerald green short sleeved
lycra top she wore ended just below her breasts leaving a erotic expanse of skin before her full orange
skirt, cut five inches above the knee. The fullness in the skirt allowed her plenty of room for running
and jumping and also provided another distracting influence for the criminals with occasional flashes
of her emerald green panties catching their attention. Emerald did not use the FOCUS issue utility
belt preferring her own in red which matched with her calf length boots.
Reaching he heli-pad the heroines jumped in the Jet Ranger and directed the FOCUS pilot to the
docks to begin their search for their friend and colleague.
***
Motor Vessel. Al Alcra, International waters
***
Satin heard the door being unlocked and prepared to defend herself, grabbing a length of the chain
between her hands and bracing her still pain wracked body. Craven and Marca stood at the door
arrogantly staring at the defiant superheroine.
“Well Well, going to be a tough little bitch are you” sneered Craven as she looked at the chain
coiling around Satin’s fist. “Didn’t the boss tell you that you were finished at the heroine game”.
The two women moved into the cabin and Satin moved into her favourite fighting stance. Craven
started to circle to the left and Satin feinted with the chain to prevent her. Satin felt pain but there was
no hint of the loss of bravery She-Devil had boasted of. Marca grabbed for the chain length in-
between the wall and Satin and pulled on it to unsteady Satin. Craven dived into Satin knocking her
off her feet and back into the cabin wall. Satin started to push back against the much heavier woman
when suddenly she felt weak and inadequate and just slumped back against the wall.
Craven held Satin up by grabbing the towel just under her breasts, and gave two swift punches into
the crime fighters belly, Satin almost folded up after the blows only held up by Craven’s arm. “No No
more” wheezed the baffled crime fighter still finding it hard to believe that any drug could be that
effective at sapping her usually iron strong will.
“That’s better baby, we don’t want to have to hurt you” Craven crooned into Satin’s ear. “All we want
is a little of the same as the boss got”. Craven’s hand pulled away the towel leaving Satin standing
nude and desperately attempting to cover her nakedness with her single fluttering hand.
Her attempt was denied her as Craven caught both of Satin’s hands and wrenched them over the now
cowering crime fighters head holding both of the young woman’s hands in a single meaty paw. With
her arms held above her head Satin’s breasts were thrust up and out. Satin could see Marca move
toward her right breast a look of lust on her face “No don’t” screamed Satin at Marca “Please don’t
..Jesu”. Satin’s plea to Marca was cut off as Craven forced her knee between the helpless girls legs
spreading the heroine’s thighs and giving the thug access to her denuded pudenda.
As Satin writhed against the wall trying to evade Craven’s probing fingers and Marca’s sucking and
nipping mouth, she started to cry unable to comprehend either what was happening to her or the
mentality of the women who were assaulting her.
Craven managed to push her fingers roughly into Satin and was thrusting them in an out of the
whimpering girl, enjoying the pain she was causing. “Marca, she gets wet real quick I bet we can
have some real fun with her” crowed Craven. Marca didn’t answer not wanting to release the hold she
had on Satin’s nipple with her teeth.
“She can take it OK, but let’s see how she is at giving something back, let’s get her over to the bed.”
saying that Craven started to wrestle Satin across the room and over to the bed keeping her fingers
buried deep inside Satin as a particularly vicious hold while Marca had to release the heroine’s nipple
to fight with the desperately struggling woman. In a few short seconds the two women managed to
force Satin to the edge of the bed. Satin was struggling hard against the two women putting out a
great deal of energy, almost more than the thugs could overcome. But Craven’s cruel hold in her sore
vagina was too devastating to fight against as Satin was eventually tipped back on the bed, even as
Craven finally released her from her tormenting grip .
The thugs were surprised by Satin’s determination and strength as they had thought she would have
been weakened by the K-15 agent. But they were eventually able to subdue the still frantically
writhing superheroine with a series of hard blows to her stomach and breasts, leaving her lying on her
back on the bed her knees bent over the edge her feet barely touching the floor.
Satin was incapable of resistance, sobbing and moaning in chemically enhanced pain, protecting her
heaving breasts and sore nipples from further punches and pinches by cupping them with her hands.
Craven quickly stripped herself of her trousers and panties, to begin yet another assault on the auburn
haired beauty they had in their power. “You sort her out if she looks any trouble Marca I’ll ride the
Bitch first to break her in for you”.
Satin realised that she was going to be mounted again as she felt the thug climb onto the bed and felt
a naked thigh brush against her leg. “No please don’t stick that thing in me again I hurt too much
down there Please, please don’t I can’t stand it” sobbed out the savaged woman covering her pudenda
with her hands to ward off the expected assault.
Moving close to Satin’s ear Craven whispered “I don’t plan to put anything in you baby but I do want
you to put your tongue into me and give me a Super Satin Slut licking. I bet its what you costumed
bitches spend the day doing to each other at FOCUS anyhow and now me and Marca want to join in
the fun”
Satin’s eyes were wide open with fear as she realised what was planned “No, I won’t do that its too
horrible you can’t want me to it its disgusting”
“I want your pretty pink tongue running about in me like a frisky little kitten sweetheart, Pussy to
Pussy you might say” Craven licked Satin’s ear lobe as she whispered
The touch of the woman’s tongue on her ear made Satin shudder as she spat out her answer. “I won’t
do it, you can’t make me do that. I warn you I’ll bite, Don’t even think about trying it with me”.
Craven grabbed Satin’s cheeks hard, causing the crime fighter to squeal in pain, and peered down into
her face, “You are going to do me sweetheart and very very carefully or Marca is going to shove her
arm up your cunt and ruin you forever.
Satin was trembling with fear. These women had total power over her they could do what they
wanted, and she knew they would!. AN ARM, Oh God she thought. “No please don’t make me I don’t
know how, I can’t even imagine”. Satin was sobbing, begging as she spoke all her will power
crumbling away as she thought of the pain of being violated by an arm.
“All you have to do is lick, think of an ice cream, only hotter, lots hotter” sneered Craven as she
realised they had broken the girl again.
Craven slide a leg across Satin’s chest and slowly settled her crotch onto the crime fighters face, while
holding the defeated girls hands down to the bed. “Don’t forget now little slut; nice long licks, take
big scoops”.
Satin was horrified as the she saw the woman’s bottom pass over her face and then the thick black
bushy hair surrounding a glistening slit descend over her mouth. She closed her eyes and pleaded
“Please don’t I cant do this please stop”
“Marca open her up and start on her she going to be difficult” Craven snarled. She waited as she saw
Marca start to finger Satin’s soft and nude pussy watching her lover slide her fingers along the
trapped girls slit before dipping into the vagina with two long fingers.
Satin screamed “No stop her I’ll do it please Oh, Oh no don’t let her hurt me, Please I’ll do it now”
Craven lowered herself onto the tongue that Satin was now desperately sticking out of her mouth
smiling in pleasure as she felt the rapid licking at her womanhood.
Satin was horrified at what she was being forced to do, the salty taste and the stale smell were terrible,
Her tongue felt like it was lapping into boiling hot sour molasses. She wanted to stop to try and bite
the woman above her but she was terrified of what would happen and couldn’t even try to resist.
“Spice it up slut” shouted Craven “I’ll get Marca to give you some encouragement, give you some
ideas.” Marca knew what Craven wanted her to do and held Sating legs apart as she bent down and
covered the girl’s nude pudenda with her mouth and snaked her tongue between Satin’s own
glistening labia.
Satin bucked as the tongue forced its way into her, it was soft and so very hot as it started lapping
between her lips forcing its way into the mouth of her tightly clamped vagina. Satin was horrified as
yet another humiliation was forced on her. Disgusted with what she was having to do as well as what
was being done to her.
“No please don’t, I’m too sore please don’t” Satin begged, totally muffled by Craven genitals
Marca felt Satin’s desperate resistance and high pitched shrieks as she tried to press her tongue into
her vagina, feeling how tightly clamped the girl was keeping her entrance guarded she guessed that
there would be too much pain in there but she moved quickly to uncover Satin’s clitoris. Marca was
very accomplished with her tongue and quickly managed to stimulate the clitoris out from beneath its
protective hood. Pressing her tongue into the hardening bud, sucking it into her mouth and gently
nipping with her teeth Marca soon noticed Satin’s movements change from trying to avoid contact to
a slow grinding movement of her hips in a way that Marca knew meant that Satin’s body was gaining
the upper hand over her mind.
Satin was horrified as she felt her body take control. She knew that her clitty was incredibly sensitive
and had always found it embarrassing how any stimulation down there made her feel, she recalled a
long bike ride on Star Angel’s motor bike that had left her drenched and almost drained from
repeated orgasms. But this was so different, when she touched herself she felt in control but now she
knew she was losing it, and losing it rapidly.
Craven could also sense Satin’s change in movement and the stifled moans, now of arousal rather
than protest, from the girl confirmed her thoughts “ Come on slut do what Marca is doing make me
come Now”
Satin stopped licking around her tormentors labia and pushed her tongue deep into Craven, hunting
out her clitoris. She found the swollen bud and pushed into it with her tongue hoping that her torture
would soon end if she serviced the thug above her quickly. Craven felt Satin’s change of action and
enjoyed the feeling of power that came from controlling the normally superior woman. With Satin’s
finally getting through to Craven’s clitty together with her pleasure in domination the ex-wrestler
started to feel waves of pleasure whip through her as she came forcefully, squirting her girl cum over
Satin’s face.
Rolling off Satin and looking back at the crime fighters now slick face Craven sneered “I guess you
don’t think so much of your self now do you bitch but We’re going to get you doing all sorts of tricks
before we’re finished with you”. Satin was lying still and defeated, tears in her eyes, legs apart, arms
down by her sides unable to move, feeling Craven’s juices drying on her face. She knew Marca had
stopped licking her, she hadn’t reached orgasm and now Satin felt almost a loss, but was stealing
herself for the next assault this time from Marca, when she felt a cool damp cloth wiping over her
face.
Opening her eyes Satin looked up at Marca who was wiping her face clean, looking down at her with
an expression almost of tenderness. “Come on Marca we haven’t got all day get on with it I’ll keep
her sorted while she gives you some pussy pampering”.
“No Craven don’t, I’ll sort her out myself, you just watch, you always like to watch after all” Marca
said in a determined tone.
Satin didn’t struggle as Marca mounted her, perhaps fear, conceivably K-15, maybe exhaustion, even
a sort of gratitude all played their part in her surrender. Marca lay along Satin’s body offering her
crotch to Satin’s mouth while taking possession of Satin’s pussy with her lips. This position gave
Marca a better degree of access to Satin’s clitty which she intended exploit to its fullest advantage.
Marca pressed her tongue into Satin and again found the clitty still standing firm and engorged after
its previous stimulation. Marca started slowly nudging into the firm bud and then slowly began
simulating feeding off it by sucking it gently into her mouth.
Satin slid her tongue into Marca as the crotch descended over her, immediately noticing differences
between the two women she had to satisfy. Marca had much less and much softer pubic hair, so
unlike Craven’s. Marca tasted different as well, much sweeter, the only smell to her was light and
delicate. Satin still hated what she was doing but didn’t feel so forced not as disgusted. Satin’s tongue
started to trace out what Marca was doing teasing and licking the labia and moving to the clitoris.
Satin could feel her own excitement levels rise. Oh God No she thoughts she’s going to bring me off
and make me come, I can let her. Satin redoubled her efforts in Marca’s pussy desperate to orgasm
her attacker before she was forced into a humiliating orgasm herself.
Marca realised that Satin was now an active, in fact a very active participant, but Marca was skilled in
using her mouth and tongue while Stain was only learning the techniques. Marca was competitive and
couldn’t let this beginner think she could take on an accomplished mistress. Marca started to give
Satin’s clitty continuous attentions bring the level of stimulation beyond anything Satin had ever
imagined possible. The sensations almost paralysed Satin, she stopped mouthing Marca unable to
think beyond her own crotch. She knew she was about to come, she broke out into a cold sweat and
felt her nipples expand and become iron hard, there was nothing she could do to stop it she
desperately dug her nails into her palms to try and ward off the inevitable but her body was pushed
over its limits by Marca wicked tongue and Satin slipped into the strongest orgasm she had ever
experienced. Satin felt a deep wave of pleasure form in her cervix and radiate out pulsing down into
her vagina totally dominating her very existence .
Marca looked up at Craven as Satin started to buck and moan frantically beneath her. She saw her
lovers eyes darken and her face turn ugly “I don’t know which one of you is the bigger slut, get off the
bitch I’m going to give her a beating, and I’ll give you one later you whore” Craven snarled striking
Marca’s face.
“That will be quite enough” came a shout from the door as She-Devil burst into the room. Both thugs
sprang away from Satin who was left writhing and moaning on the bed her thighs splayed wide her
lower belly jerking.
Satin felt Marca’s weight disappear as she was experiencing such pleasure from her orgasm that she
moaned “come back” and moved her hands to cup and squeeze her own breast to intensify the
pleasure arcing out from her own nipples. The heroine was totally oblivious to her automatic actions
working with an ancient set of female conditioning that was at odds with the thoughts of her
conscious mind, but her conscious mind was unable to prevent her actions.
“BBut Boss, we were just getting her ready for you” Craven stammered as she faced the enraged
villainess.
She-Devil stalked into the room, knocking the partially naked Marca out of her way, and stared down
at the writhing and moaning figure on the bed. She saw the intensity of Satins orgasm and the juices
around Satin’s pussy and face, She-Devil whirled round and slapped both thugs about the head.
“Cretins, you can have ONLY what I say ONLY when I say” don’t you dare try that again. She-
Devils blows were as nothing to the strong ex-wrestlers but the power of her will was more than
capable of dominating them, and they both dropped their gaze to the floor.
She-Devil returned her attention to the gradually quietening Satin and gave a sneering laugh “OK
Satin slut Its obvious what’s happened and obvious that you’re far more of a slut than I thought. I’m
sorry that I can’t allow you any more time at the moment for screwing around but I have work for
you.” I need you clean for a demonstration in an hour I told you to get clean and now I find you
messier than I left you. Now get up and shower, I’ll stay to make sure you don’t jump the bones of my
poor dumb assistants again.
Satin was mortified feeling totally ashamed, not for what had been done to her or even what she had
been forced to do but because She-Devil’s henchwomen, Marca in particular, had broken through all
her defences and made her come just like an uncontrolled (yes She-Devil must have it right) slut.
Slowly getting off the bed feeling dirty and very wet Satin kept her eyes cast down as she walked over
to the shower, blushing with embarrassment under She-devils staring gaze.
Satin hated having to shower in front of her tormentors washing her intimate areas, even in front of
the fiends that had already plundered her, was so shaming. When she was finished she was handed
the towel and told to dry herself.
“Right you slut now you’re clean and dry put on these clothes, you’ll recognise the costume of course,
I had it made up for you especially” She-devil said throwing a costume on the bed.
Satin was hauled over to the bed by Craven, as Marca removed the handcuffs “Don’t even think of
trying anything” hissed Craven “I would love to knock you around some more. Marca’s mine no little
bitch like you is gone to snatch her from me.”
Satin stood shakily under her own power as she looked down on the clothes thrown on the bed. My
God she thought my costume they’ve duplicated it down to the last detail.
“Hurry up slut” spat out She-Devil “We’ve got a very important TV appearance to make, get dressed”.
Satin didn’t question the orders but picked up the light blue panties and slipped them up over her
legs, gently pulling them up into her still sore crotch. She quickly put on the sports bra, noticing it
was slightly smaller than her own but the soreness of her breasts seemed to be comforted by the soft
bra taking some of their weight . Satin felt much more secure with her bra and panties on although
she still felt terribly intimidated by the three women crowding round her while she dressed.
Satin pulled on the dark blue lycra pantyhose and smoothed them up along her leg and into her crotch
and waist. She shrugged into her lycra top tugging it down over her breasts, repositioning the bra to
reduce its outline. Fastening the crotch strap of the top over her bruised pussy was painful and Satin
was shaking as she recalled her horror as the thugs had first stripped her of her dignity along with her
clothes. But at least now some of her dignity was restored. Stepping into and pulling up her short dark
blue skirt, Satin felt herself do the unconscious costume checks she always did. Smoothing and
checking her lines in the mirror she began to feel the confidence the costume always gave her.
She-Devil threw boots and utility belt at Satin’s feet watching her intently. The heroine bent to pick
up the belt first, Damn she thought it really is my belt but its too light, nothing of use in there now.
Fastening the belt around her she stooped and grabbed one boot standing back on one leg to put it on.
Satin was unbalanced as She-Devil kicked out sweeping Satin’s leg out from under her and knocking
her to the floor so she landed flat on her rear.
She-Devil crouched down and grabbed the shocked girls chin, “Right you little slut, just because I’ve
given you back your costume don’t start to think like you’re back in the heroine game, You’re nothing
but a washed up whore, Understand” .
The evil villainess had chosen her moment carefully judging that the complete costume would make
Satin feel strong again. Her little display of domination had been enough to show the young crime
fighter how vulnerable she was. Satin was stunned and couldn’t cope with the new assault stating to
sob quietly again as the confidence she had always felt from her costume was totally blown away.
Satin continued sobbing as she tugged up her dark thigh length soft leather boots and struggled back
up from the floor.
Satin stood slightly hunched up in the middle of her captors, although at five feet ten inches she was
the same height as the two hencewomen she appeared much smaller and when compared to the six
foot She-Devil feeling overwhelmed by the dominating villainess.
“Right, We’re going to the mess hall where you’re going to help me make money by auctioning some
missiles and the K-15 formula, for a bimbo TV weather girl like you it should be just like a telethon.
That reminds me no one is going to pay for an formula that can control a weather girl, here put this
on” She-Devil flung the black eye mask at Satin who quickly covered her eyes with it and smoothed
her hair over its ties. As she had so many time in her crime fighting career Lorna Jeffry Channel 8
weather girl became Satin, only this time she did not feel the rush of strength that usually
accompanied the transformation.
The Craven and Marca held tightly onto Satin arms as they marched her quickly down the corridor,
there was no real need however as the heroine was still too dominated by the chemical coursing round
her veins and the powerful figure of She-Devil striding behind them to try to escape.
Craven slammed the door open as she and Marca dragged the stumbling Satin into the crowded mess
hall. There were banks of video cameras and monitors on one wall with about ten of She-Devil’s gang
present, the men started to make lewd catcalls as the heroine looked round bemused by what was
happening to her. The gang fell instantly silent though as She-Devil strode into the room riveting
everyone in view with her piercing glare.
Smiling a chilling smile and looking directly at Satin to deliver her carefully planned bombshell She-
Devil spoke with a cool detachment that terrified the crime fighter almost as much as the words she
used. “OK men, here’s the Satin bitch, all ready to be sold to the highest bidder as the ultimate fuck
toy”.
Satin slumped between the two women for a second and then desperately tried to pull out of their
grasp as She-Devil’s words hit home and she saw the lust in the faces of the males around. “Nooo”
she cried as the men closed in around her, reaching out to touch her body.
What more can happen to Satin,
Will FOCUS find her before its too late,
Can she possibly escape her fate.
Find out in the next instalment Satin: Saved or Enslaved