a superheroine story by Dangerguy
WARNING: This story is strictly fictional and is not intended to portray any real persons, living or dead, nor is it at all intended to encourage the type of activity portrayed here. It is not to be resold for profit. It is strictly a fantasy/parody, intended for the personal enjoyment of those who appreciate the superheroine in bondage/peril/sexual situations genre. The story depicts graphic sexual situations, including bondage, violence, and non-consensual sex, among a number of other nasty things. It is NOT intended, nor is it at all suitable, for minors. If you are under the age of 18, or if this type of thing offends you, you shouldn’t be reading it. Otherwise, carry on, and enjoy.
"I guess I get to unwrap our present," Laura said with a giggle as she walked away from the bound and gagged heroine and over to the cabinet of bondage gear.
Laura Lane pulled something out, smiled wickedly, and sauntered back to Duster. She knelt down behind the heroine, who was bound in a near fetal position and was kneeling on the floor of the Lanes' perverse "Games Room". Laura's long legs, which were clad in black silk stockings, straddled Duster's bound calves.
The blonde ex-model reached out and clutched a handful of Duster's long, reddish-brown tresses. She yanked the heroine's head back and twisted until Duster was forced to look over her right shoulder at her blonde captor. Laura's breasts pressed against Duster's back. Her eyes, heavily decorated with mascara, narrowed ardently. The blonde opened her mouth and pressed her face towards Duster's.
"GGRRRMMM!!!" Duster moaned her incoherent objection into the gorgeous blonde's mouth. Laura's lips were parted broadly, sliding wetly over Duster's, which were forced open by a ring-gag, leaving her no choice but to accept the invasion of her mouth by Laura's tongue. The blonde shoved her tongue over Duster's, waggling obscenely against it. Then Laura forced her tongue deeper, towards Duster's throat, pressing her lips ever more tightly over the heroine's as she did so. Duster gagged as the tip of Laura's tongue teased the entrance to her throat.
"Nice," Laura murmured once she broke the kiss, leaving a string of saliva--a mix of her own and Duster's--hanging from the crime-fighter's lower lip. Duster was breathing heavily now, her body rigid with anger, the rise and fall of her large breasts drawing Laura's blue eyes downwards. "But Dusty--you're so over-dressed! Oh well. Don't worry--I've got just the thing!"
The blonde held up a large hunting knife in front of Duster's face. The heroine barely suppressed the startled gasp that threatened to rise from her throat. Laura only laughed and waved the huge, razor-sharp blade in front of Duster. She then pressed the flat side of the knife against the side of the auburn-haired beauty's face. Duster pressed her eyes closed, wondering what sort of sick game Laura meant to play with her. The knife slid down over the heavy pleather choking collar around Duster's throat, but part of her jugular was still exposed, and she inhaled sharply through her parted lips. The knife traveled down over her shoulders, and then Duster felt Laura using it to cut through the ropes around her upper body, and she sighed with relief.
Lane's wife cut through the ropes, but they did not loosen around Duster's body. Laura set the knife aside for a moment. She tugged on one loose end of the rope that was wrapped around Duster's body and then kept pulling, hand-over-hand, drawing the rope away slowly. The thick cord slid around the heroine's body and over her costume like a snake uncoiling. Duster gasped as she felt the rough, corrugated surface of the crotch rope rasping over pussy; the rope also grated against the sides of her breasts, making her twitch and squirm in discomfort. Only her spandex costume and the torturous slowness with which Laura pulled the cord kept Duster from getting a serious rope burn in some uncomfortable and intimate places.
Laura laughed maliciously as she watched the crime-fighter react to the nerve-wracking withdrawal of her expert bondage job. Duster's breath came in ragged gasps through the ring-gag that forced her luscious mouth wide open. Eventually, the rope ran out of length and pulled away from Duster's body, and the heroine breathed a heavy sigh of relief while her body relaxed a little. Her arms remained tied behind her back, however, and her legs were still bound together as well.
The blonde tossed the long coil of rope aside then moved close behind Duster again. She took hold of the gold-trimmed collar of Duster's costume--just below the thick choking collar she had fastened around the auburn-haired beauty's neck--and pulled it away from Duster's body. She held the large hunting knife up in front of Duster's face, then inserted it into the right side of the collar. A disgusted grunt of resignation escaped from Duster's parted lips as the razor-sharp blade easily sliced through her spandex costume. Laura cut downwards over Duster's chest, towards the heroine's right breast, exposing the heroine's creamy skin and the black strap of her sports bra as the green spandex sagged downwards.
The knife continued cutting down beside the large mound until it reached the bottom of the breast; then Laura changed course, cutting across Duster's taut tummy just beneath her jutting tits. Duster struggled to control her breathing, but was failing. She loathed being so helpless, not to mention having her beautiful body exposed in such an unsettling manner by an enemy. She closed her eyes as if she could shut out what was happening to her, but the sound of the knife slicing through the fabric of her costume kept her thoughts immersed in the degrading situation.
Laura finished slicing through the fabric beneath Duster's breasts. She shifted the knife to Duster's collar again, this time to the left side, and cut down over the heroine's left breast until the cut met up with the previous one. The green fabric fell away and fluttered to the floor in front of Duster's bound feet, leaving her breasts exposed, save for the cups of her black sports bra. She knew it would not remain in place for long.
Laura reached around with her free hand and squeezed one of the large mounds, making Duster gasp and then grunt indignantly. The blonde chuckled lasciviously.
"I'm gonna let hubbykins unwrap those luscious lumps of yours," she said, and pulled her hands, and the knife, behind Duster's back.
The auburn-haired crime-fighter twisted her head from side to side, trying to see what her tormentor was doing, but without success. She felt Laura clasp and tug at the spandex near the top of her round, beautiful behind. Then she heard the knife slice into the fabric yet again, and she grunted resentfully as she realized what the blonde was doing.
Lane's wife cut into the green spandex across the top of Duster's ass, slicing towards her right hip. She the reached around and kept cutting over the heroine's tummy, just below her navel. The knife continued its journey towards and over Duster's left hip until Laura's skillful cut ended where it had begun. The fabric slid down over Duster's hips, exposing the milky-white skin of her lower abdomen and her buttocks. Only a high-cut bikini brief covered her privates. Laura reached down and sliced through the fabric to the costume's leg-holes twice, then pulled the shorn lower portion of Duster's uniform between her bound legs and tossed it aside.
Duster had avoided looking at her reflection in the mirrors that lined three of the Games Room's walls up to this point, but couldn't resist examining how her costume had been ruined and her body exposed. She exhaled angrily when she saw how the blonde's cut-aways had exposed her breasts and her loins. The ropes binding her arms behind her back forced her to thrust her chest forward enticingly, making the removal of the black bra that concealed the luscious mounds all but inevitable. While the ropes binding her legs together made her nearly-exposed privates inaccessible, Duster felt certain that state of affairs would not last. Her captors were determined to degrade and torture her sexually; she had to suppress a shudder as she imagined all the perverse acts that they would perpetrate upon her voluptuous young body in this sleek, modern chamber of horrors.
As if to confirm her fears, Laura stood up and grabbed a handful of Duster's auburn locks. The heroine shrieked in surprise, then groaned in pain as her tormentor pulled her across the Persian carpet by her scalp towards one of the horrid bondage rigs. Duster's bound body came to a stop beside it. Laura released her hair, and Duster grunted and gave her tortured scalp a shake. The action made Duster's long, tousled locks bounce fetchingly around her lovely face and over her slender shoulders.
The contraption before her was surprisingly simple in appearance. It consisted of a low, narrow bench, about three feet long and less than a foot wide, that was horizontal and at the same height as Duster's crotch. The bench was padded and covered with black leather; its legs were heavy, metallic, and bolted to the floor. Laura had pulled Duster over so she knelt closer to one end of the bench and facing it. Two lengths of rope lay coiled atop the bench.
As Duster watched helplessly, Laura took one of the ropes and knelt down beside her. The blonde tied the rope securely around Duster's lower left thigh, just above the rope that bound her knees together. She left a good length of the rope free; this, Laura proceeded to tied to the heavy leg of the bench. When she finished, she nodded and smiled with satisfaction. Then she took the other length of rope and tied it in a similar fashion, first around Duster's lower right thigh. Then Laura drew out the other end of the rope, which Duster could now see was slightly longer than the first, and tied it around the metal leg at the other end of the bench. Laura demonstrated her disconcerting skill with knots by tying the rope in such a way that it could be readily tightened, but not easily loosened. Duster understood the purpose of the binding, and her heart rate gradually accelerated as her anxiety increased.
The blonde moved closer to Duster, then took up the knife again. She proceeded to cut through the ropes that bound the heroine's legs together, first through the ropes around Duster's shapely thighs, then through the ones that bound her knees, and finally through the ropes tied about her ankles. Duster's legs were free of their previous bonds, but her new ones kept her shapely legs almost as immobile as they had been before.
Laura then moved to the end of the bench. As Duster had expected, she pulled the longer rope, the one tied to her right thigh that still had some slack in it. Duster's right knee slid slowly across the carpet towards the other end of the bench, pulling her legs apart, but keeping her in a helpless kneeling position. Once Duster's legs were pulled about seventy degrees apart, Laura tied off the rope and studied the heroine's bound position with no small amount of satisfaction.
Duster was now bound to a low, heavy bench, her legs drawn apart. Her costume had been cut away from her erogenous zones; only her underwear needed to be removed to render her curvaceous body practically naked. The heroine glanced down and felt certain that soon, she would be bent forward over the low surface of the bench--a position that would make her pussy and ass easily accessible to her captors for whatever sexual torture they chose to inflict on her.
Duster could feel a cold sweat forming upon her skin. She knew she was going to be raped. Again. She had never grown used to it, no matter how many times she had been captured and violated. She swallowed anxiously and felt the thick collar that pressed against her throat and that ensured she would be a docile captive. Duster closed her eyes and made a silent prayer that her lover, the Black Phantom, would phase through the wall at that very moment and rescue her.
But he did not, and Duster nervously wondered what ace her captors felt they had up their sleeves that would deal with her partner, a man who could pass through solid matter. As much as she yearned for rescue, part of her wanted Billy to stay away and remain safe, no matter what happened to her. If she could only find a way out of this predicament herself, and avoid any risk to her lover...
The heroine's reverie was broken when Leonard Lane returned to the room. The billionaire wore a long, black silk gown. He was obviously naked beneath it; his erect cock was easily discernible behind the thin fabric. He glanced at the bound heroine, his face impassive, save for his cold blue eyes, which were filled with malignant lust. His gaze wandered down over Duster's increasingly-exposed body.
"I saved the best part for you, honey-bunch," Laura said in a delighted tone from where she knelt behind Duster. She held out the knife, the handle towards him, inviting him to continue with Duster's degrading disrobing.
Lane walked forward and knelt down in front of Duster, on the other side of the bench. The heroine, who was bound and on her knees, struggled to look impassive. Lane, however, could see the heavy breathing that made her breasts rise and fall, and could discern the sheen of nervous sweat that made her pale skin glow. He clasped the knife and pointed its tip at the strip of fabric that held Duster's bra cups together. Then Lane paused a moment, eyeing his captive coldly.
"It's tempting to end this right now," Lane murmured. He glanced down at Duster's exposed abdomen, and pointed the knife tip at the heroine's quivering, vulnerable stomach. "She's a meddlesome, troublesome little bitch. I should gut her right now."
Duster stared Lane in the eye. She had faced death several times, and though she had always escaped its icy grip, she knew her dangerous vocation meant she could succumb at any moment. The heroine had resolved long ago that when death came, she would meet it like a superheroine should. She steeled herself; her jaw clenched as she bit into the ring-gag and her eyes blazed with righteous anger. Go ahead, she thought. Kill me. Give my lover the motivation he needs to completely destroy you, scumbag...
"Awww, now, sweetie-pie," Laura whined, her lower lip pouting childishly. "What fun would that be? We just got her...can't we play with her?" she said as she caressed Duster's hair with one hand.
It wasn't his wife's plea that changed Lane's mind; it was the steely, fearless look that had come into Duster's dark brown eyes. No, he didn't want Duster to die with defiance in her heart; he wanted her to die with tears in her eyes and a pathetic plea for mercy on her lips. Lane wanted to erase every trace of strength, dignity, and bravery from this fat-titted interloper who had caused him so much trouble. He wanted nothing left of the superheroine but a broken, mewling little girl. Then she would die at his hands. Until then, he intended to enjoy every second of chipping away at her valiant facade.
Lane smiled smugly. "You're right, honey," he said to his wife. "I've earned the right to enjoy this little super-slut. She needs to be brought down a peg or two...make that several."
Lane inserted the knife beneath the black strip of fabric between Duster's bra straps. He turned the blade towards himself and pulled it back, easily slicking through the material. The act pulled the cups away from Duster's breasts, and made the heroine gasp, then growl indignantly. The large mounds bounced, then jiggled once they were freed from their restraints, and the heroine gasped as her tits were exposed. Duster's pale pink areola and dark pink nipples were just visible beneath the bottom edge of the loose bra cups.
The handsome billionaire grabbed one of the bra straps and cut through it, then repeated the act with the other bra strap. He took hold one of the ruined bra's cups and pulled the ruined lingerie out from Duster's ruined costume. Her breasts were now completely bare and exposed to her captors' depraved attentions. Duster turned her head to one side and tried to ignore the hungry look in Lane's eyes as he feasted on the sight of the heroine's large, luscious tits, now naked and completely at his mercy.
Lane reached out and placed each of his hands over one of Duster's breasts. He groped her tender flesh with his fingers. He'd held her tits in his hands almost a year ago, when he'd fucked the broken-spirited heroine at Mistress Winter's brothel. They were more than a handful, and felt exactly the same as he remembered: surprisingly firm for their size, but with the pleasingly soft and yielding feel of natural breasts.
The heroine grunted with fury as he molested her tits. Her reaction only made him squeeze harder, and she responded by writhing her torso, attempting to pull her mammaries from his rough grasp, but to no avail.
"Oooh, yeah," Laura said enthusiastically as she watched over Duster's shoulder, "squeeze those big titties! Squeeze them hard!"
Lane's smile broadened, and he gave Duster's breasts one last, harsh squeeze. He then changed the position of his hands and pinched each of Duster's nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. The crime-fighter inhaled sharply as the painful sensation shot through her body. She groaned hoarsely through the ball-gag that kept her mouth open as the billionaire twisted the sensitive buds between his fingers as though he were tuning a radio. Her head whipped from side to side, her auburn locks tossing about her anguished face, but there was no escape from the intense sensation.
"Taste them!" Lane's wife said. "Bite them, baby!" The blonde was growing more excited with each passing second. Her hands reached down to grope Duster's ripe bottom, adding to the heroine's sexual torment.
The merciless businessman leaned down and opened his mouth. He clamped his lips around the peak of Duster's left breast and swirled his tongue around her painfully erect nipple. The helpless heroine groaned through her ring-gag in response. Her hands, bound behind her back, were clenched into impotent fists, while her buttocks clenched; her second, female tormentor reached down and squeezed them avidly.
"HRRREEEEE!!" Duster squealed, her eyes opening wide, as Lane's teeth bit down on her hard, ultra-sensitive nipple. Her body tensed and her breath froze in her throat as she waited for him to release the tender bud. Her teeth bit down into the unyielding ball-gag.
Lane finally pulled his mouth away from Duster's left breast, but the heroine's relief was short-lived as he immediately went to work on her right tit, licking and biting the nipple until the heroine again cried out in impotent anger and sexual agony. Meanwhile, Laura laughed delightedly and reached forward to clasp her hand around Duster's abused left tit, squeezing the alabaster globe and pinching the erect nipple at its peak.
The billionaire stopped worrying Duster's breast like a dog with a bone and straightened. He looked coldly at the heroine's lovely face; her creamy skin was covered with sweat, her abused tits falling and rising with the heavy breaths she took. Duster's arched auburn brows were knit together in a pained frown, while her brown eyes regarded her captor with undisguised fury.
"Not so high-and-mighty now, are you?" Lane said. He reached down, pressed his fingers behind the waist-band of Duster's panties, and tore them from her loins sharply. The action made Duster gasp loudly as Lane exposed her pussy and the neatly-trimmed thatch of soft pubic hairs atop it. Duster's breathing became rapid and tense and made her breasts jiggle on her chest. Lane tossed the ruined panties aside. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you every which way I can, over and over again, super-slut," he told her, his speech becoming uncharacteristically crude.
"Oooh! That reminds me," Laura said from behind Duster. She stopped groping the heroine's breast and ass and stood up. "You took hers off, but I need to put my 'special one" on! Tee-hee!"
Lane watched with delight as his scantily-clad wife skipped over to the cabinet of sex toys and bondage gear. Duster watched with steadily-mounting trepidation as the blonde pulled off her panties--conveniently worn outside her garters--exposing her own finely-shaped behind. Then the heroine's eyes went wide as she spied the item that Lane's wife pulled out of the cabinet and began to fasten to her loins.
"HHHHRROOOW!!" Duster howled incoherently as Laura finished strapping the black latex dildo about her waist. The blonde glanced over at the protesting heroine and winked. She then took a bottle of oil from the cabinet and squeezed some into her hand. She put the bottle back and reached down to spread the glossy lubricant over the dildo.
"EEEEEMMM!!" Duster exclaimed, her head turning back to look at Lane as she felt his fingers slide down between the edge of the bench and her mid-section. His middle and index fingers quickly found her pussy lips and pressed between them. His fingertips found her clit, and he began to rub them against the tiny nub, much to Duster's shock and chagrin. "UURRRRMMM!!" she objected, her brown eyes wide and glaring at him angrily as he violated her most intimate area. She tried to push her mid-section back, away from his ravaging touch, but his free hand grabbed the portion of her tight green costume that remained beneath her breasts and around her ribs, and he forced her to remain in position. Her breathing grew heavier as he rubbed her clit.
"Don't be so shy," Lane said. "It's not like we've never done this before." Duster growled at the unwanted reminder of her time in Mistress Winter's bordello. "Yeah, you remember that, don't you, super-slut? Do you ever lie awake at night, fantasizing about it?" Duster's angry snarl through the ring-gag was a very effective denial. Lane sneered at her and laughed in response, and kept rubbing her pussy.
"Is Dusty all ready for 50 Cent, here?" Laura asked, stroking the big black dildo as she sauntered back over to the bondage bench. Duster glanced up at the sex toy obscenely attached to the blonde's mid-section and her eyes filled with horror. It was just over two inches in diameter and at least ten inches long; the ridges along its shaft glistened from the lubricant Laura had applied to it.
"I'd say she's getting there," Lane murmured as he kept rubbing Duster's pussy.
"Well, I got him all slick for her sweet li'l pussy, just the same," Laura remarked with a cloyingly-sweet glance down at the nearly-naked heroine.
Lane's wife stepped behind Duster and knelt down between the heroine's spread legs. Duster's body was nearly shaking with rage, her breathing rapid and shallow. She felt appalled at the violation she was about to endure. She silently vowed revenge upon her tormentors. Lane, you bastard, if you thought the Phantom and I had a mad-on for you before... she thought angrily. Then she felt the blonde's hands on her hips, and her head swung from side to side as she tried to see what Laura was doing behind her.
Duster forgot about Laura and the strap-on dildo a moment later, however. Lane grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled the heroine forward until her torso was horizontal and her belly rested upon the bench to which she was bound. Duster grunted as her mid-section struck the bench and the impact knocked the wind out of her. Her large breasts hung beneath her torso on Lane's side of the bench.
Lane released her hair and the heroine pulled her head up. She watched with revulsion, but not surprise, as Lane pulled open his black robe and let it fall from his body. The billionaire, despite his recent worries, obviously took care of himself. His body, though middle-aged, was fit and trim; his washboard abs would have been the envy of a man half his age. Below his taut stomach Duster saw the billionaire's erect cock, which was nearly as large as the dildo his wife was now pointing at her exposed pussy.
"I remember you were a damn good little cock-sucker," Lane said as he took hold of Duster's auburn locks yet again. "Let's see if you still remember how..."
"UURRMmmmllbbll!!" Duster objected as Lane pushed his cock through the ring-gag--obviously custom-designed to fit his formidable member--and into the heroine's mouth.
Lane closed his eyes and groaned contentedly as he felt Duster's warm mouth and tongue around his prick yet again. She wasn't nearly as eager or as cooperative this time, but it didn't matter. The ring-gag ensured that her mouth had to accept its violation, and her futile attempts to push out his cock with her tongue felt surprisingly pleasant and exciting. Lane pressed his hips forward, and smiled when he heard Duster gag as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of her throat. He then pulled his hips back, drawing his cock out of her mouth, then pushed it back in again. Lane laughed softly when he felt the heroine's pathetic resistance falter as she resigned herself to the oral rape. He started pumping his member in and out of her mouth, enjoying the warmth of her tongue and saliva upon his cock.
Laura watched her husband face-fucking the helpless heroine and smiled perversely. She glanced down at Duster's prone rump. The girl had a fine ass--toned, round, and thoroughly inviting, especially when it was spread so helplessly. Laura positioned the tip of the big, black dildo against Duster's pussy lips, then pushed her hips forward.
"MMMFFFLLMM!!" Duster squealed around Lane's cock as she felt the dildo slowly entering her vulnerable pussy. The oil Laura had applied to the sex toy ensured that the phallus slid into Duster's cunt easily. The heroine groaned around Lane's prick as her beautiful, nubile young body was, for the umpteenth time in her career, sexually violated by her enemies. Duster's eyes clenched shut as Lane and his bride double-teamed her, driving their hips against her face and ass in unison. Duster's large breasts, hanging below her chest, swayed and shook as her captors' thrusts grew ever-more passionate.
"OH!! YEAH!! Suck me, you little WHORE!!" Lane growled as he gripped Duster's hair tighter, holding her head in position to welcome his thrusting cock.
"Oooh, yeah! Oooh, yeah!" Laura cried as her hips swung back and forth, pounding the dildo in and out of Duster's pussy, the base of the phallus grinding against her own clit. "Gonna fuck that sweet little pussy...gonna fuck it, fuck it, FUCK IT!!" The blonde reached up between her breasts and undid the clasp that held the cups of her lacy black bra together. She peeled the bra cups away from her large breasts, then reached down with one hand to grab Duster's ass while her other hand groped her own breasts.
Duster's head swam as the double-rape continued. She groaned around Lane's hard, hot cock; every now and then the tip of his prick struck the back of her throat and she gagged. Meanwhile, she could feel Laura's hips slapping against her ripe ass, the big dildo thrusting in and out of her pussy. Deep within her, something strange was happening. Had Duster not been so infuriated by the violation of her beautiful young body, she would have noticed that the dildo raping her pussy didn't feel as...painful as it should have. Granted, Laura had coated the dildo with oil; but, unnoticed by Duster, her own body was subtly betraying her. Duster's pussy was lubricating, ever so slightly. The crime-fighter, however, completely failed to notice.
"MMFF...MMFF...MMFF...MMFF...MMFF..." the auburn-haired heroine panted with each thrust of her captors' real and artificial pricks into her body's holes.
"Oh yeah...you know you want it!" Lane declared with a triumphant smile.
"Wanna switch?" his wife suggested, smiling back. Lane nodded his agreement.
Duster grunted as the two cocks were withdrawn from her body. She drew deep, tremulous breaths during her temporary respite as her two captors stood up and walked around her to exchange positions. Then she felt Lane's manicured hands upon her ripe ass, and Laura's fingers gripping her hair, and braced herself for the continuation of the double-rape.
"Taste your own cunt, bitch..." Laura said with a snarl of her thick lips as she thrust the black dildo through the ring-gag and into Duster's mouth. The phallus was still coated with lubricating oil. Its metallic flavor, however, failed to disguise the taste of the heroine's own pungent sexual juices. Duster would have been horrified had she realized that some twisted corner of her soul was enjoying the violation of her body.
"RRRRRMMMMM!!" Duster groaned around the dildo as she felt Lane's hard, hot cock pressing into her lubricated cunt.
Lane immediately started to pound his hips against Duster's ass, fucking her hard. His wife followed his cue and fucked Duster's face with the strap-on dildo. It wasn't as satisfying as humping the phallus in and out of the girl's pussy, but it still felt good. And the dominant streak in Laura thoroughly enjoyed it.
Her husband was lost in his own reverie. Duster's cunt felt every bit as good as it had a year ago...no, better. Then, Duster had been just another one of Danielle Winter's broken-spirited whores. Now, she was a helpless opponent. What Lane had done to countless enemies metaphorically in the past, he was now doing to Duster in earnest. Before long, Lane was certain, the super-slut would be enjoying these rapes, begging for them. That would be the icing on the cake...
Or would it? Lane wondered as he kept fucking the heroine from behind. An idea...a fantasy, not surprising during sex, came into his head. Duster was probably on the pill, like many young women. If he kept her captive long enough, though, it would lose its effectiveness. Lane smiled broadly while sweat ran down his handsome face. The fantasy of impregnating the superheroine excited him even more...watching her despair grow as her belly bulged and her breasts swelled with milk...and of course he'd rape her throughout her pregnancy, and take the child from her when it was done...
"Oh fuck YEAH..." he exclaimed, his brow creasing as he felt his orgasm growing ever more imminent. "UNG!! UNG!! UNG!! UNG!!"
Laura watched her husband, recognized the signs of his impending climax. "Oh yeah, baby, fuck her hard, cum inside her! Fill her sweet little pussy with cum!"
"MMFF!! MMFF!! MMFF!! MMFF!! MMFF!!" Duster grunted with each thrust of Lane's cock into her pussy. She was angry and ashamed at the same time, angry at her captors and at herself, ashamed that she had allowed herself to once again be subjected to the sexual desecration of her nubile frame. Only her lover, Billy MacIntyre, the Black Phantom, was supposed to enjoy the pleasures of her shapely flesh. But that was not to be...
"UH!! UH!! UH!! UH!! I'M GONNA...CUM!!" Lane panted.
"YEAH BABY!! CUM!! CUM!!" his wife encouraged him.
"OHHHH FUUUUUUUUUCK YEAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Lane bellowed as he slammed his hips against Duster's ass and climaxed. His load spurted into her wet cunt, filling her love channel.
"HHRRRMMMM!!" Duster moaned as she felt her rapist's hot spunk inside her. Only the phallus deep in her mouth kept her from letting out a series of angry, dejected sobs.
Once Lane's climax ended and his thrusts stopped, he pulled his cock from Duster's slick pussy with a wet slurping noise. The sound reinforced Duster's emotional devastation. It took all her strength to hold back the tears of shame and rage that threatened to spill from her beautiful eyes. Her body shuddered as she felt Lane's repugnant cum leaking out of her pussy and dripping down her supple thighs.
Leonard Lane saw the heroine's body trembling in response to the rape, and smiled in triumph. He'd captured and raped the superheroine who'd been making his life miserable for the past year. A long, satisfied exhalation escaped his lips, and he settled back onto his haunches, his eyes drinking in the luscious sight of Duster's ripe, vulnerable ass.
Lane's wife, however, was not yet satisfied. She had not climaxed. She pulled the strap-on dildo out of Duster's mouth, eliciting a disgusted grunt from the heroine, and stood up. She unbuckled the phallus and pulled it from her naked loins, then walked around to the other side of the bench, motioning for Lane to move out of her way.
Laura grabbed a handful of the auburn locks atop the ravaged heroine's head. She pulled Duster's head up and back, making Duster grimace and moan from the sudden pain as she was bent over backwards. The blonde kept pulling back until Duster's legs were folded back upon themselves and she lay on her back, staring up apprehensively at her female captor.
While Lane seated himself on the bench of another bondage rig to watch, his wife placed her stocking-clad, high-heeled feet on either side of Duster's head. Then the blonde lowered herself to her knees. Her naked, shaved pussy was directly over Duster's face. Laura lowered her loins until her crotch nestled against Duster's open, ring-gagged mouth. Duster moaned softly as the scent of the blonde's arousal infiltrated her nostrils.
Laura Lane began to rock her hips back and forth. She leaned forward and placed her hands flat on the floor. The ex-model glanced at her husband and smiled wickedly, then her eyes closed. Her clit rubbed against the upper part of the ring-gag, and against Duster's teeth. The blonde moaned in pleasure. Female lubricant dripped from her sodden cunt into Duster's open mouth. The heroine, bound and helpless, tasted her captor's tangy love juice on her tongue.
The blonde rocked her hips faster. She removed her right arm from where it supported her weight on the floor and reached up to grab and grope one of her large breasts. Her mouth hung open, and she panted excitedly. She was close, very close. She'd been aroused for hours, ever since Duster's unconscious form had first been brought into the penthouse apartment. Laura had personally bound the heroine, and that simple act alone had nearly driven the blonde bondage aficionado to the point of orgasm. But she'd held off, knowing that anticipation was half the fun. And raping the indignant heroine had been so exciting, so much better than the world-weary prostitutes she and her husband usually had to settle for. She's a prize, this super-slut, Laura thought.
"Oooh, FUCK yeah!" she exclaimed as she rode Duster's face. "C'mon, lick me, you little slut!" Laura released her own breast and reached between her legs. She grabbed Duster's hair again and pulled the heroine's face in tighter against her pussy.
Duster's body rocked back and forth on the ground beneath the blonde's. Her large, naked breasts sloshed on her chest. She refused to obey her blonde captor's demand, for all the good it did her. Laura's cunt was riding her mouth, smearing her sexual juices over and between Duster's lips.
"Oh...gonna CUM...gonna CUM on your FACE, super-slut!" Laura moaned as she approached climax. She whined and moaned, her hips grinding faster and faster over Duster's face. Sweat streamed down her face, and over her breasts. "UH! UH! UH! UH! UH!" the buxom blonde panted as her engorged clit ground against Duster's open mouth. Then Laura's body froze, her teeth clenching, and a violent shudder ran through her. "OHHHHHH FUUUUUUUCKKKK!!!" she groaned hoarsely as she came. Her loins jerked violently, repeatedly. "UNGH!! UNGHH!! UNNNNNNGGHHHH!!"
Laura's pussy discharged; most of the pungent fluid spewed into Duster's open mouth. The degraded heroine had no choice but to taste and swallow the blonde's sexual ejaculate. Duster was nearly overwhelmed by a debilitating feeling of shame and humiliation. Not even Mistress Winter had dominated her in such a crude manner. Her anger was fading, being replaced by mortification and exhaustion.
"Oh, Dusty, that was just peachy!" Laura exclaimed once the last tremor of pleasure had run through her voluptuous body. The blonde slowly pushed herself off of Duster's face, then walked shakily over to Lane and sat down in his lap, throwing her arms around his shoulders. She and her husband glanced down at the defeated superheroine triumphantly. Duster was practically naked, her large breasts and ravaged loins exposed. Her tattered costume clung to her arms, abdomen and back, and she still wore her gloves and her boots--but her crime-fighting uniform was a ruined reminder of her humiliation, of how far and how fast she had fallen. Her face was covered with sweat and female love honey. Her breathing was heavy and ragged; her large breasts rose and fell, jiggling with each tortured breath. Her dark brown eyes were heavy-lidded and glassy.
Lane and his wife laughed delightedly at the devastated heroine as they would at the antics of a new pet. "She's fun," Laura declared. "Can we keep her?"
"Anything your heart desires, my sweet," Lane said gallantly, making his wife coo and peck him affectionately on the cheek. "But it's late, and I have an early meeting tomorrow." Laura frowned and pouted at him. "Now now. Put your new pet away properly."
"Okay..." Laura groaned, rolling her eyes like a reluctant child.
The buxom blonde walked to the cabinet and pulled out a long, heavy chain and a set of manacles. She then returned to Duster's side. Laura placed her bondage gear on the floor and the put her hands behind Duster's shoulders. She pulled the limp heroine up to a sitting position. Laura brushed aside the tousled auburn locks at the back of Duster's neck. She attached the long chain to a thick metal ring on Duster's collar with a small but formidable padlock. She then handed the other end of the chain to her husband.
Laura unfastened the elastic strap that held the ring-gag in Duster's mouth, then pulled the gag from the heroine's lips. Duster groaned and tenderly flexed her aching jaw, but said nothing. Laura then retrieved the hunting knife and used it to cut away the ropes around Duster's knees that fastened her to the heavy bench. The weakened and humiliated heroine, however, made no move to attack her captor or escape. The choke collar around her neck would have made such an attempt futile, had she even possessed the strength to attempt it. Duster felt the knife cutting through the ropes that bound her arms behind her back and sighed with exhausted relief. Once her arms were free, she thankfully let them drop to her sides. She flexed her gloved fingers and moaned softly as circulation returned to them.
Duster's freedom, such as it was, proved short-lived. Laura retrieved the manacles she had brought over. Duster glanced at them in resignation. They looked like two sets of handcuffs, one slightly larger than the other, attached by a yard-long chain. Laura placed the first set of cuffs over Duster's gloved wrists, meeting no resistance from the sexually devastated heroine. The blonde then took the other set of cuffs, the slightly larger ones at the end of the yard of chain, and enclosed them around Duster's booted ankles. She then hauled the half-naked heroine to her feet.
Duster groaned quietly as she stood. The act made her feel dizzy, and her loins were aching. She felt Lane's cum gush from her pussy to moisten her thighs, and her nose wrinkled in disgust. The manacles, connected to her leg restraints, forced her to keep her arms low. She was just able to place her hands over her naked pussy, but the restraints ensured that her magnificent breasts remained exposed to her captors' salacious glances. The ankle cuffs were connected by a length of chain only a foot long. Duster realized she would barely be able to walk, let alone run...or escape.
The heroine gasped as she felt the collar tighten around her throat. Her eyes went wide in fright; she was certain she was about to be choked again, possibly to death this time. Then she nearly fell over as the collar tugged her forward. She had to shuffle her chained feet quickly to keep from toppling. She did not choke; she glanced up and saw that Leonard Lane was simply yanking on the chain connected to her collar, a smug, triumphant smile on his cruel lips.
"Come now, Dusty dear," Laura said condescendingly as she linked one of her arms through one of Duster's bound ones. "Time for bed. You must be soooooo tired..."
Duster could not refrain from grunting drowsily in agreement. She wanted to rest, to sleep...to wake up in her bed beside her lover and find out that this had all been a horrible nightmare. Then Lane tugged on the chain and reminded her that she was not dreaming. The captive heroine shuffled forward.
Lane led her to one of the corners of the Games Room furthest from the windows. He looked down, then turned and smiled at Duster.
"Welcome to your new home, superheroine," he said smoothly, not bothering to hide the malicious hatred behind his words.
Duster looked down in the corner and took in her final humiliation. Her "bed" was an oval-shaped cushion surrounded by a padded ridge, covered with brown fake fur--the sort of bed someone bought for a favorite pet. It was just large enough for her to sleep upon if she curled up in a fetal position. Beside it, on the hardwood floor, was a sky-blue ceramic bowl filled with water, the word "DUSTER" painted in cheerful red capital letters along its side.
Duster's jaw clenched, expressing the last spark of her rage and indignation. Her dominant emotion, however, was not of anger, nor even humiliation, but exhaustion. The thought of resting in blissfully oblivious slumber overcame any revulsion she had towards the demeaning rest area her captors had created for her. The crime-fighter sighed in resignation and shuffled towards the bed. She knelt, then lay down upon it, her face towards the mirrored wall as she pulled her knees up towards her naked chest. Her captors eyed her bare ass lustily, knowing they would enjoy the heroine's feminine assets again very soon.
Lane took the end of the chain he held and knelt down. He attached the chain to a large metal ring which was bolted to the floor with a heavy padlock. Duster heard the lock clicked closed as a single tear ran from her eyes. She crossed her arms over her naked chest, hugged herself tight, and held back the storm of emotions within her breast. They won't see me cry, she told herself. It was, in the end, the only thing she could deny her captors.
Duster heard her two tormentors walk away, turn off the lights, and close the door behind them. She heard their footfalls walking down the hallway, and their triumphant laughter. Then Duster heard their bedroom door close, and only then did she finally gave in to her inner torment. Her eyes squeezed shut, her face folded, and she snuffled quietly. Her half-naked body shook as it was overtaken by muffled sobs.
By the time Duster fell asleep a few minutes later, her face was wet and glistening with tears. Exhausted, defeated, and devastated, the superheroine's slumber was dark and bleak and bereft of dreams.
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