Party
Favors
by Vladi the Wizard
Part Two
It was Spellbinder! The shapely superheroine
stalked into the darkened room and then stopped in stunned disbelief as she
took in the sight of the helplessly suspended Supergirl, and the man who was
thrusting himself back and forth in Supergirl's mouth.
Supergirl was hanging by her ankles, in the middle of a number of beam
projectors that were bathing her with green light, which Spellbinder knew to be
kryptonite energy. Supergirl's wrists were chained to the small of her back,
and more chain around her trim waist held them against her back tightly.
"Wha... Supergirl?!??"
Spellbinder said in shock. She had come looking for Supergirl following a
message that she had received from the blonde powerhouse to meet her here, but
had expected to show up to help Supergirl mop up some drug dealers, not to find
her friend and oft-time partner captured and tortured! Her eyes widened behind
her red domino mask in disbelief, and she was unable to tear her gaze from the
sight of the lithe superheroine who moaned weakly around the hard cock of the
thug whose own face was one of sheer pleasure as he pumped fucked the
Kryptonian's beautiful face. Such was her shock, that her hesitation cost her
dearly.
"UUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,"
Spellbinder groaned loudly as she felt two powerful blows slamming into her
back from either side of the door, which caused her to stumble into the room.
She recognized the feeling as coming from the terrible "rope-beams",
which had been 'invented' by one of her most formidable foes, the cruel bondage
crazed wizard called Vladi. A wave a weakness rocked her body as if she had
been struck by many ropes all at once all over her, and rope was by far her
greatest weakness.
"Oooouuuummmmpphhhhh," the
patriotically clad superheroine groaned as she felt an arm go around her waist
and jerk her backwards into the grasp of a man, who then brought his other hand
around to clamp a cloth over her mouth and nose. She could not help but take in
a breath as she recovered from the blasts from behind her, which caused her to breath in the fumes from the cloth deeply into her
lungs.
"Ooooooooooommmmmmmmmffffffffff,"
Spellbinder moaned as she tasted the the fumes that invaded her mouth and nose.
She was now sure that the person behind all this was The Wizard, as she knew
that odd taste/smell of his alchemical invention of a special
chloroform infused with the weakening properties of rope! She looked at
Supergirl as she felt the man's erection pressing against her firm round
bottom. This was all a trap! And, seeing how helpless Supergirl was caused the
dark haired superheroine to feel a current of arousal wash throughout her taut
frame, and her nipples hardened in spite of herself and she felt herself
dampening as she felt herself getting weaker from the lung full of
rope-chloroform fumes that she had just inhaled.
Supergirl felt the man that was holding her
pull her against him and stiffen, and then a moment later felt the warm
ejaculate hit the back of her mouth as he came hard, the feeling of Supergirl's
mouth and tongue along with the sight of Spellbinder's lush writhing form too
much for him to try to hold himself back any longer. Supergirl moaned
softly as the man pulled out of her, and he stepped away for a moment so that
she had an unobstructed view of Spellbinder as she tried to struggle away from
the grasp of the man behind her. The man was tall, and able to easily hold the
heroine she could see, but the light from the open doorway behind him prevented
her from seeing who it was that was overpowering the lithe Spellbinder. Her
lids grew heavy again under the relentless bombardment of the kryptonite rays
and see lost sight again of her hoped of rescuer, as another man came up to her
and put his dick into her helpless and unresisting mouth.
"Ummmph... sstoommppp... eerrrgggggg...
mmmeeetttttfff... meeffff... gggmmmffffff," Spellbinder protested, trying
to struggle out of the grip of the man holding her. But, he was moving back,
shifting her to keep her off balance and unable to get her long high heels
firmly under her. And, her protests also made her suck even more of the evil
fumes into her lungs, which only served to make her weaker. She knew that she
had little time before the fumes completely overpowered her, but she was
quickly losing all control, as she found herself unable to take her eyes off of
Supergirl, who was almost hypnotizing in her slow writhings under the
kryptonite beams that displayed her spectacular body to the men in the shadows
that now surrounded them both.
Spellbinder tried to hold her breath, tearing
her eyes from the suspended Supergirl to try to determine her surroundings. It
was easier to see in the room than before, since there was the light coming
from the door, and there was also the faint illumination that radiated into the
room from the kryptonite projectors which lit up Supergirl. Thus, she was able
to see some of the men that had been surrounding Supergirl now moving towards
her, and noted that two of the men had lengths of rope in their hands, further
cementing her suspicion that this was all an elaborate trap for her and
Supergirl.
"Oooooooouuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh,"
Spellbinder moaned at seeing the ropes, and felt her legs weaken more as she
took in more of the fumes of the strange and dehabilitating rope-chloroform
into her system. Seeing the rope she knew that she was to be bound, and bound
with rope always drove her nuts. Not only because it made her so very weak,
depending on the amount of rope used, of course, but also because she was made
so helpless because of it. And, Spellbinder feared being bound and weak and
helpless, because that also drove her to great heights of arousal. It was a
curse that she faced as a superheroine, especially since her chief weakness was
rope. Thus, every villain to "keep her out of the way" took great
joys in putting her into all sorts of cruel and strict bondages. Especially The Wizard. Spellbinder moaned again as a pulsation of fear,
worry and excitement dashed into her loins from the idea of her being under the
control of the bondage loving magic user.
"Ooowwwwwwww....
whaaa... uuuuuuuhhhhhh!!!" Spellbinder cried out in surprise as the man
holding her released his hold from around her thin waist and spun her around.
Her eyes widened behind her mask as her fears were confirmed when her eyes took
in the pale ice blue eyes of Vladi the Wizard.
"Hello, Spellbinder! Welcome to the
party!" the tall battle mage stated as he brought the cloth back up and
over the superheroine's full red lips and nose. The heroine moaned and took
another inhalation of the fumes, and nearly stumbled, but the wizard's fingers
were deep in her thick mane of brown hair and kept her from falling.
"Remove her gloves first before binding her, boys," the wizard then
said, as he kept his eyes locked to those of his captive. Spellbinder moaned as
she took in another deep breath of the fumes, and weakened even further in his
grasp. She wanted to fight him, but at the same time, every time she had faced
him she had ended up defeated and captured and helpless. Just
as Supergirl was now.
Supergirl herself was no longer aware of
Spellbinder nor of what was happening out side the field of green light that
surrounded her and kept her oh so very weak. All she was aware of was the
massive feeling of weakness and heaviness and the hands along her body, rocking
her as cock after cock after cock emptied itself into her mouth for her to
swallow. She was totally defeated and now nothing more than a helpless
depository for her captor's perverted lusts.
"Oomphhhhh... wwwweetttttt...
Suuumppprrrgrrglll ... ggummmppp!," Spellbinder
struggled to keep her mind level and concentrated on trying to help Supergirl.
If she could get the wizard to let her go, then she felt that Supergirl would
recover and then return to rescue her in return. But, seeing the look on
Vladi's face, she knew that he had understood her garbled plea, but was
rejecting it out of hand.
"Why should I let her go,
Spellbinder?" he asked as he continued to keep the cloth over her mouth
and nose. She felt her gloves being slipped from her toned arms and knew that
ropes would soon replace the silken material of the red opera style gloves.
"You should know by now that I only release heroines from my captivity
when I wish it myself, and neither you, nor any of your nubile compatriots will
dictate to me when such releasing shall be!"
Spellbinder felt her now gloveless arms being
pulled together behind her, and felt the sensation that came to her whenever
rope touched her skin, when the man behind her started to bind her wrists
tightly together. She was grateful that it wasn't the wizard himself tying her,
as she knew that he was exceptionally skilled in the bondage arts, but his
henchmen were trained by him, so she knew that they would be very well versed
in rope-work, and that she would probably not be finding any weaknesses in her
bondage that she would find herself in. Still, that did not mean that she
wouldn't try to fight against her bindings. Of course, when
she had the strength, which at the time she was losing more of with the
connection of the weakening rope against her firm pliable flesh.
"Uuuoooommmmmmmmmmmmmm.... " the heroine moaned as she felt the rope being wrapped
around and around her wrists. The man was taking his time, it seemed, and she
was feeling more vulnerable with each passing moment. Of course, she always
felt this way when she was in the clutches of The Wizard, and this time was no
exception, especially while he was holding her head between his two hands. Her
eyes were getting harder to keep open as she felt the the man cinching the
ropes at her wrists then knotting them.
"MMmmmmmppppphhhhhhhhhhhh... " Spellbinder moaned as she closed her eyes a
moment as she felt him then take another length of rope and loop it around her
arms between her elbows and firm biceps. She knew what was coming and shifted
her shoulders back, which thrust her chest out towards her captor. The battle
mage did not miss this, in that usually with heroines,
the roll of the shoulders was forced by the pulling of the ropes at the elbows.
Now, with this superheroine, she rolled her shoulders back voluntarily BEFORE
the tensions against her arms and shoulders began. Spellbinder was getting more
used to being bound, and was now apparently becoming 'cooperative' with her
restraining... at least, unconsciously. Vladi was determined to investigate
this more in depth at his convenience (which, incidentally, would not be very
convenient for the superheroine).
Spellbinder moaned again as she felt the
pressure now starting against her arms as the mage's henchman started to pull
the loop around her upper arms slowly closed. Muscular arms normally able to
tear a car door from it's hinges could not stop the steady pull on the ropes
which caused her back to arch as her arms were pulled closer and closer. Vladi
could feel the heroine weaken further under his hold, and decided that it was
time enough to cease the use of the rope-chloro cloth, so he removed the cloth
from her mouth and nose, but continued to keep a firm grasp on her hair to keep
her held upright between he and his minion.
"Oohhhh.... uuuhhhhh... please... Vladi...
you ... have ... UUuhhhhhhh... to let... Supergirl... go...,"
she panted, now able to better vocalize her concerns for Supergirl's welfare.
She could see in his eyes that her request was going no further in his heart
than the last garbled and cloth muffled plea did. But, still she had to try, in
case he had misunderstood what she had meant. She knew that he hadn't from his
earlier statement, but she had to continue to try to work upon the tormented
Kryptonian's release.
"AAaaaarrrgghhhhhhhhhhhhh,"
Spellbinder then groaned as her elbows were pulled together, the pain of the
bondage waking her up a bit from the rope-chloroform fumes, but she was still
so very weak. Vladi then used his hand in her hair and turned her head a bit to
the side to take in Supergirl's plight, and she could not help but to be
further stimulated by Supergirl's moans as her mouth was being used by the
wizard's henchmen. Spellbinder's hips shifted side to side as she shuffled her
thigh booted feet under her, trying to relieve some of the tension against her
scalp from Vladi's hold, or at least she tried to tell herself, as the sight of
Supergirl's suspension within the kryptonite beams, and her own increasing
weakness was getting her aroused beyond the point of just incidental physical
contact.
It was a curse that Spellbinder had to live
with. As a superheroine, there was no denying the thrill that she got from the
danger and excitement that comes from putting her life and limb on the line
everyday for the safety of others. And, having super powers gave her abilities
above and beyond many of her non-powered peers. Unfortunately, as many of her
powered peers would state, such as Supergirl, with great powers often come
weaknesses which many would use to suppress the abilities of the heroes, such
as kryptonite being used against Supergirl. And, for Spellbinder, her weakness
was rope! She wasn't sure what it was exactly about rope that caused her powers
to leave her, because rope of silk would have the same effect upon her as rope
made of hemp, or nylon, or cotton. In any matter, it was a weakness that her
foes used against her to great their great advantage. And those, such as The
Wizard, took great pleasure in taking advantage of her weakness.
Spellbinder was breathing heavier, but not
just from the exertion of her weakening struggles, but from the second part of
her weakness, the one that most people were unaware of, but that she knew the
wizard was well aware of. And, that was what being restrained and weakened did
to her. Even seeing another heroine in bondage could cause her to be affected
by a weakening of her powers, which in turn would cause her to start to be
sexually aroused. And, the more helpless she became, the more aroused she would
become. Thus it was, that her hip wiggling and feet
shifting while being manhandled by the wizard was not a true account of her
struggling to escape the mages hold, but a response to her growing stimulation
to the situation that she found herself in with Supergirl.
Now, her breathing was becoming heavier from
the tightening of the ropes, and she grunted as her elbows were pulled tightly
together. Her knees weakened further, and Vladi's eyes roamed from her
half-closed eyes, past her full lush red lips which pursed one moment then
pulled back in a sexy grimace to display her perfect white straight teeth, to
the rather large and prominent points that were growing outwards from under her
silken red and white striped top which strapped over her large thrusting
breasts.
"I always enjoy seeing how FLEXIBLE you
heroines are, you know," the pale eyes villain said in his smooth voice,
which always seemed to her to drip with charm, so that she never seemed to ever
be angry with the diabolical wizard, no matter what terrible ordeal he put her through.
"And, you never cease to amaze me with how you are able to do things with
your body, like standing like that with your elbows touching, and look soooo
fetching."
"oooooOOOOOOOaaaaaahhhhh...,"
Spellbinder moaned as she tore her eyes away from the suspended Supergirl to
look at the mage, and could see no deception in him. Considering all things
that were occurring around her and to her, she actually managed to blush a
little at his statement, and turned her shoulders a bit more towards him and
drew her shoulders back a bit more. She didn't know why she did it but realized
she did it as soon as she did, and her blush deepened. She then tried to tell
herself it was because of the man behind her binding her elbows, as the rope
was being wrapped around her arms now several times to squeeze them tighter
together.
Spellbinder had no doubt that she would be
tested. Every time she went up against the wizard (and it usually was after she
was defeated and captured did she learn many times that her foe was THE Wizard),
she ended up tightly bound and helpless for a long time, often days, where she
would be the 'canvas' upon which the wizard would experiment upon with his
'art' with ropes, putting into a great number and variety of bondage positions.
And, while Supergirl had been captured many times my the
bondage loving wizard, as well, she would experience chains and straps and
other types of apparatus, depending on the wizard's whim. But, they would all
have kryptonite as the common denominator. However, with Spellbinder, the mage
used ropes because they were her specific weakness. He had also devised a spell
that would imbue projected energy with the effect of a large amount of rope
would have upon her, much like green kryptonite would have on Supergirl, though
the energy of the spell was a brownish orange in hue. Then, there was the
chloroform that he had adapted with his alchemy skills, so that the fumes were
imbued with the properties of rope when used against Spellbinder.
Spellbinder looked again towards Supergirl.
She was finding it very hard to tear her eyes away from the powerful
superheroine, who was made weak and helpless by the kryptonite, and was now
being used by another man. Spellbinder tried to ignore the fact that
Supergirl's plight was adding to her own arousal, and seeing Vladi's minion
dominating the blonde bombshell was tormenting her, in more ways than one. She
bit her lip as she watched the minion stiffen and then shudder and groan loudly
as he came into the submissive mouth of Supergirl, then after a few moments of
orgasmic bliss, watched him pull out of the Kryptonian's mouth and dry his cock
with the long blonde hair of the suspended beauty.
"Has everyone had their turn there with
Supergirl, Jerry?" the battle mage asked. Spellbinder writhed a bit
against the hold on her bound elbows as she tried to get a grasp on how many
men were actually in the room. It was hard for her to concentrate, but she was
able to determine that there were nearly a dozen men in the room, counting the
wizard.
"Yes, my lord," the happy henchman
replied as he packaged himself back into his pants and closed them up.
"Good. Looks like you all will have
Spellbinder her to compare against Supergirl's oral skills in a moment,"
the magic master then said with jovial certainty. Spellbinder her head toward
Vladi, and started to say something, but quickly stopped when she saw the look
on the mage's face. He was vastly entertained by her reaction, and was just
waiting for her to say something about what was to be done to her, as she was
sure, from past practices, that he would have her available for his henchman's
lustful attentions. Supergirl was now near unconscious, and the wizard was
now looking at Spellbinder for further entertainment.
"Ughhh... owww.... oohhhhhh... sooo...
tight..." Spellgirl then gasped as she felt more rope now wrapping around
her waist, which were then pulled tightly into her sleek abs. She felt another
man come up behind her and take ahold of her upper right arm to keep her on her
feet, as she was weakening to the point where she could barely stand. The man
binding her took ample opportunity to feel her up as he passed the ropes around
and around her body as she slowly squirmed against the ropes as more and more
were added to her succulent body.
"Oh, you should know by now,
Spellbinder, that I believe that all ropes should always be tight... no matter
who is actually tying them," Vladi stated as he stood in front of the
erotically writhing superheroine. She saw that he was still holding the cloth
that he had used on her, but was now reaching into one of his special pockets
of his battle robe and pulled out a bottle. She briefly wondered what it was
for but was soon answered when he undid the stopper of the bottle then
liberally poured a brownish liquid from the bottle onto the cloth he was
holding. Spellbinder knew without a doubt that this was more of his special
rope-chloroform.
"Nooo... pl....
uhhhhhhh... please... stop... oohhhhhhh... you... mustn't ..." Spellbinder
stammered, "... I am.... so weak... aaahhhggggg... already...." She
was finding it very hard to put words together into coherent sentences without
gasping for breath. She knew that the mage found such "weak speak",
as he called it, very entertaining. And, the more powerful
the superheroine and her abilities, the greater his thrill to such things.
"You aren't THAT weak... yet, my
dear!" Vladi answered as he soaked the cloth with more and more of the
fluid. "After all, you are still able to stand and talk, are you
not?" He then closed up the stopper and put the bottle into one of his
dimensional pockets, which are able to hold a great deal of material without
showing even the slightest bulge against his royal blue costume. Spellbinder
found that her eyes were glued now to the cloth in her captor's hand, as her
pussy tingled and moistened more as she felt the man finish cinching and
knotting the waist ropes, to lock her wrists to the small of her back, just as
Supergirl's chained wrists were.
The black haired magic user then reached
forwards with his left hand towards Spellbinder's thrusting chest, and hooked a
finger against outside of the red and white striped strap that covered her
right breast then slowly and casually pulled it towards the center of her chest
to bare her right breast. His ice blue eyes sparkled as they took in the very
hard and stiff pink nipple of the aroused superheroine, before reaching to the
other side and moving the striped material there to bare her left breast.
"Well well... it looks like my men are
not the only one's 'standing at attention'," Vladi remarked, as a
comparison of Spellbinder's erect nipples to the henchmen's erections.
Spellbinder could not deny the state of her arousal to the ever sexually
devious wizard. "Don't worry about you being left out of all the fun of
this little 'party', as you will be the next 'party favor' for my men!"
"No! uughhh...
You wouldn't... aaaahhhhh... dare!" Spellbinder protested, weakly pulling
at her wrists which were now locked to the small of her back, which just caused
her breasts to wave back and forth before the mage and his minions. She glanced
over at Supergirl and felt a pang of pity at the state of Supergirl, and the
distress that she was suffering under the beams of kryptonite. Which, at the
same time, was joined by an embarrassing stimulation caused by the knowledge
that she would soon be tormented sexually herself by
the wizard, and used by his men.
"Oh, I dare many things, Spellbinder!
You should know that by now. At least as far as you superheroines go,"
Vladi answered as he then brought up the cloth and placed it onto her left
breast to cover up her nipple.
"Uuuunnnnnnnnnnngggghhhhhhhhh,"
Spellbinder moaned as the strange sensation of the damp material against her
nipple jolted her senses as she discovered that the rope-chloroform fluid that
the magician had devised in his alchemical labs was not just to weaken and
disorientate her by it's fumes, but to also stimulate
and arouse her through skin contact.
"Noooooo... uugghh.... sto... stop
this... oooohhhhhhh...," the athletic superheroine pleaded as the wizard
moved the damp cloth across her chest to her right breast. He circled it around
her nipple, and she felt as if it grew another three times larger, and that it
was about to erupt from her breast. She squirmed and twisted, but with the
henchman holding her bound elbows, all her movements did was to exacerbate the
sensations that the strange material was pushing into her body through the skin
of her breasts and her nipples.
"How does this feel, Spellbinder? Surely
this is better use for this than into your lungs, no?" the wizard asked,
truly curious. He has always been a seeker of knowledge, like all wizards,
though his source of knowledge often entails incorporating the
"assistance" of superheroines. He enjoys using them for his
experiments, because of their physical perfection, as well as their many
different powers and abilities. Then, there is also the great sexual
gratification that he gets by the mastery and domination over such women that
usually held mastery and domination over all others within the human
experience, which they were a great and powerful part of.
"ooooooooooohhhhhhhh....
it... ahhhhh... feels.... oohhh... it feels... so...." Spellbinder
breathed as she tried to will herself away from the amazing sensations that
were threatening to throw her off the ledge of all self control. Vladi then
took the wet cloth and slowly brought it down from her breast and down her firm
flat stomach, laying out a wet line of the fluid to trace her sleeks abs as she
slowly writhed before him. He paused a moment at her belly button and pressed
the cloth firmly there, so that a large dollop of the fluid pooled into her
navel. The weak and aroused heroine lolled her head back and moaned as a mini
orgasm shook her core. Her legs wobbled and she would of
fallen if not for the hold on her by the man behind her.
"Feels that
good, does it? Well, I am certain then that this will feel
even better... down here," Vladi then stated as he pulled out the material
of her costume away from her hips with his left fingers as he slide the cloth
further down her loins, to then slip it between her flesh and the blue star
spangled material of her bottoms. He pressed it down firmly, making sure that
the cloth was fully against her sex before pulling his fingers away, so that
her own costume held the chloroform cloth in place.
"UUuughhhhhhhh... you... you...
oooohhhhhhhhh... have to ... have to... uhhhhhh... stop.... I ...
ooooohhhhhhhh.... can't take... uuhhhhhh... can't take...." Spellbinder
moaned as she felt her belly roil from the touch of the cloth. Her long brown
hair flipped about as she brought her head forwards then down, as to look at
the cloth as it was snaked into her costume.
"OOHHHHHHHHHHHHH....OOOHHHHHHHH....UUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
she moaned loudly as a full blown orgasm slammed into her as her stimulated
clitoris was the first to take a drink from the special alchemical mix of
Vladi's, followed a moment later by the petals of her sex, shocking Spellbinder
into two rapid orgasms that followed the first miniature navel orgasm. Her legs
gave out completely, and her long booted feet slid back and between the legs of
the man behind her, so that she was suspended in front of the wizard by the
henchman's hold on her elbows.
"I must say, that I believe that my new
little mix is quite the success, wouldn't you, my dear?" the battle mage
asked the orgasming superheroine. But, Spellbinder really didn't hear anything
beyond her own moans as she slowly writhed her hips to and fro, moving the
cloth that the wizard placed under her costume against her crotch, which only
served to extend her orgasm, which in turn made her ever weaker.
"Now, as far as how much you can take...
well, you will be taking much more in the time to come!" the diabolical
villain promised the quivering and groaning heroine before him. "Mike...
you and Jerry take her over to the point we have prepared for our little guest
here. It is time that she join Supergirl as your next ... treat."