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The shuttle of Slaver entered normal space to orbit a small planet that was far from the well traveled space lanes, and was uncharted and unknown but to a very few. It was Slaver's most secret base, his personal hideaway for times like these.
The shuttle was no longer in perfect flyind condition. The stresses placed on the small spacecraft by the suddeness of the emergency jump into hyperspace had blown a few systems, the chief of these was the close range radar, and Commander Lysander had to fly with extra caution to prevent striking any space debris. Thus, the second shuttle that followed them was undetected as it appeared into normal space behind them. It then stealthily ducked into an orbit that would put the planet between the two shuttles.
Ballus knew what Slaver's destination was, and had no trouble following Slaver's ship, letting the larger shuttle take much of the space/time wrinkles that it had caused by it's premature hyper-jump and straightening them out so that his own shuttle would pass through the jump unscathed.
Lysander locked onto the signal beacon that Slaver activated and dove for the surface of the planet/ He did not know how long the ship was going to remain in flying condition, and did not want to take any chances. The shuttle charged for a large mountainside. Slaver punched in a code into the ships communications system and a large camoflauged door opened in the side of the mountain as they approached. Lysander guided the shuttle into the mouth of the mountain and landed the ship in a large landing bay. The mountain door closed and hid all signs of life from anyone who would observe the planet's surface from space. Lysander quickly shut off all systems, and then sat back in his chair to breath a deep sigh of relief. They were finally safe. For the time being.
"Now what, sir?," Tasdron asked, turning to the black uniformed giant beside him. Slaver was unbuckling his safety harness and Lysander did the same.
"Time to lay low for a while, commander," Slaver resonded as he stood and turned towards the eight helpless girls bound and paralyzed in thier chairs. "Time for some vacation time, I think, and we have all that we will need right here to help pass the time."
Slaver went over to Supergirl and unbuckled her harness and then tossed her lithe body over his broad shoulder. Supergirl was now unbound, but still could do nothing to get her muscles to work. All she could do was silently suffer the humiliations of Slaver's hand as it caressed her backside.
Slaver liked the way that she felt and started to think about what sort of torments he would put her through while they laid low.
"Follow me, commander. I will show you your quarters, and where to store these others girls," he said as he moved towards the shuttle's door.
The Vegan followed Slaver into an elevator across the bay, examining the back and long flowing blonde hair of Supergirl as she lay draped across Slaver's shoulder. He resisted the urge to run his fingers through her silky hair as it swayed back and forth before him in time with Slaver's steps. As the elevator descended deep into the planet, Tasdron could not resist glancing time and again to the helpless superheroine, wondering what Slaver's plan was for her.
After a time the elevator slowed and then stopped. The doors silently slid open to reveal a short corridor which led to a large, well fortified blast door. Slaver placed his right hand against a glass plate at the side of the door which scanned his handprint and also analysed his unique chemical makeup by scanning his skin cells at a molecular level. Once it was determined that it was Slaver that requested entry, and that he was actually alive (to prevent someone from gaining entry by cutting off his hand) and conscious due to the electomagetic field of his body, the door slid open. Slaver went to the control panel at the inside of the door and punched in a code that would allow Lysander to enter the door. He directed the Vegan to press his hand against the identification plate and set the system so that Lysander was now recognized as being authorized entry into Slaver's secret retreat.
"First door on your left is where you will be quartered, commander," Slaver said turning towards Lysander. Down this corridor at the end are two doors. Take the left and it will lead you to the prisoner containment section. Now, go back to the shuttle and bring down the remaining slave girls. I'll be occupying myself with Supergirl, so when you get done, go to your quarters and wait for me. If you wish, you may use one or two of the slaves for your entertainment as you wait, as I may be occupied for some time."
"Aye, sir." Lysander saluted Slaver and turned to the elevator and entered, turning to face the corridor he just came from. He saw Slaver take the right door at the end of the corridor before the elevator doors closed, and suspected that it led to Slaver's own private quarters.
Slaver carried Supergirl into his quarters and dumped her onto a couch. He looked down at her body, clad only in the torn remnants of her costume, which did much to reveal her charms, and felt a stir within himself. Her eyes were closed, but he knew that she was aware of him and what he was doing. The total control of which he had over Supergirl excited him.
He rolled her the blonde superheroine onto her flat stomach and wretched her wrists together behind her back. Taking a length of cord from a drawer in a side table he bound them tightly together. Her elbows followed suit as did her ankles, which Slaver tied to her wrists, arching her in a cruel hogtie.
Only when she was completely helpless did he deactivate the paralyzing effect of her collar.
Supergirl's eyes fluttered open and she looked up at Slaver. Fear and hate filled her gaze. He laughed at her and reached down, pushing her onto her side so that her full breasts and muscular stomach were facing him. She moaned and bit into the gag that Slaver had replaced during thier short space flight, as he squeezed her left breast through her bright blue blouse. He then sat down on the couch next to her, and took her helpless and
struggling form into his arms. With a smile on his lips, he fondled and caressed her, his fingers exploring every part of her body, tickling, pinching, and probing. Supergirl writhed and moaned in his all too knowing grasp, her body rubbing against his, causing new and frightening sensations to course through her bound body.
Supergirl could not believe it. What was it that turned her on so much when slaver was molesting her like this? She strained against the rope as Slaver put his hands on her thighs. His hand moved between her thighs as she fought to keep them closed. She gasped as his finger found her clitoris and she convulsed as he began to stroke it thru her red hot pants. A heat was rising within her and Supergirl closed her eyes and felt her face flush with shame. She was well aware that slaver understood what her body was going through, and indeed, was doing his best to keep her on the brink of her sanity.
At no other time in her life had she experienced bondage in this way. She had been captured, tied up and tortured before, and placed into diabolical death traps. But this was different in every other way. Only in the hands of slaver did she become aware of the things that rope could do to a female, other than just hold her. His bindings made her helpless and vulnerable. They terrorized...and excited her. She groaned and writhed as he stroked and felt her body, his hands not just caressing her flesh, but seeming to go into her skin to her very soul.
After what seemed a lifetime, Slaver stood, leaving her panting on the couch. she felt his strong hands clasp her upper arms and then the bite of more rope as it encircled her torso above and below her breasts, trapping her shoulders even more, her arms now tight against her back. Slaver then tightened the rope running from her wrists to her drawn back ankles, arching her body back even further. She groaned into her gag from the strain. Supergirl then felt his hand pat and squeeze her tight ass, his fingers trailing down between her thighs to her now very wet shorts, stroking her pussy through the fabric, making her moan and writhe from side to side on the couch.
Supergirl knew that escape was impossible and that there was nothing protecting her virginity now. Her mind wandered and recalled the dream that she had once had where she had been kidnapped, bound and gagged, and taken to a warehouse where she was raped...as Linda Lee Danvers. No costume, no superpowers, only her and a man who wanted her body and took it. She was helpless to resist. Just as she was now. Supergirl did not exist, only the woman, satisfied in her helplessness.
Supergirl stopped her struggling, breathless in her battle against the ropes that pinioned her limbs. She was finally learning under Slaver's relentless attack what it was to be a woman, not a superheroine. A bound and helpless girl, a girl who was destined to be a slave. It seemed that she no longer had any control over her fate. Her powers were gone, even her heat vision which had left her once they had gone into hyperspace and the radiations of the twin stars which had gave her hope had been left light years behind them. She doubted that her heat vision would have detered Slaver had she kept the power. Indeed, it would probably have placed her into more perils and troubles than it's worth.
Slaver walked away from Supergirl to another part of his quarters and the heroine tugged tenatively at her bound wrists and ankles. There was no give at all, and there was very little that she could do other than wiggle within her bondage. She concentrated on the feel of the ropes as they dug into her flesh, and realized that the sensation was not that unpleasant to her, and under different circumstances might have been a very intriguing concept for her to explore. But now, she had no choice int he matter and could only look forward to an unwanted advance course of bondage and discipline under the cruel tuteralage of Slaver.
Slaver returned and picked her off the couch, using the cord between her wrists and ankles as a carrying strap. She groaned at the painful strain against her shoulders and hips as he carried her hogtied body into another room. She grunted in agony with each step that caused the ropes to bite deeper and deeper into her flesh. She prayed for rescue, but knew that no rescue would come to prevent Slaver from his final victory over her.
Slaver placed Supergirl on the floor and connected a hook that came down from the ceiling on a cable to the rope between her bound wrists and ankles. He then went to a small panel in the wall and pressed a button, causing the cable to retract upwards, pulling upwards on her wrists and ankles, raising Supergirl into the air, suspending her hogtied body. After she was raised three feet off the ground he stopped the motor. Supergirl moaned and squirmed in her bondage as she slowly revolved before Slaver in her suspended hogtie.
Slaver went to the girl and ran his hands over her straining body, admiring the way she tossed her head slowly from side to side as she groaned from her strict position. Supergirl was finally his to do with as he pleased. She was so beautiful in her suspension and Slaver felt his excitement at her helplessness rising even more. The thought ahead with great anticipation. The punishments that he would put her through in the next few days would constist mainly of suspension. He always got great results by the very strenous positions. He also loved the way that suspension displayed the girls that he often put his slaves up for sale while suspended. He always got better prices for them that way. But, with Supergirl, it was more for the effect of the absolute helplessness that the positions would have upon her that he would place her in such positions.
Slaver stepped back to admire Supergirl as she hung bowed before him. Her eyes were now closed and she only made the smallest of whimpers as she continued to slowly revolve, the revolutions caused by a deliberate twist in the cable. Her struggles had ceased, and now she just slowly writhed with her revolutions. He smiled to himself in victory. The battle had been won. The war would still continue, to be fought with Supergirl in other battles, but for now Supergirl was his. No longer did she struggle to escape her bondage, but to test and examine it.
Slaver turned away from his hanging captive and left his quarters to check on his other slave girls and to have a discussion with Commander Lysander as to what thier next move would be.
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