Party
Favors
by Vladi the Wizard
Part Three
The mage motioned and the lights came up, and
as Spellbinder was half carried and half drug past the suspended Supergirl, she
could see that she was being taken to a similar set up as her friend, but the
projectors there, instead of emitting green energy, were glowing with a
brownish-orange hue, which she recognized as the notorious 'rope-energy' which
the wizard so enjoyed using against her.
Spellbinder found it hard to concentrate on
anything longer than a second or two, as her body was kept in a partial and
ongoing orgasmic state by the cloth that was moving and rubbing against her pussy
under her costume. She glanced over at Supergirl as she was drug past her, and
she could see that Supergirl was nearly unconscious herself, but not quite. The
Kryptonian beauty slowly writhed and moaned within the kryptonite beams, lost
in her own green world of agony, no longer aware of what was happening around
her.
The men dropped her on the floor in the
middle of the rope-beam projectors, and she lay upon her back, and gazed weakly
up at the ceiling. She saw the pulley mechanism overhead with it's cable and
hook which she knew that she would soon be attached to. Spellbinder groaned as
she tried to roll over, to get her feet under her, so that she could at least
try to stand up to get away, but she couldn't build up the needed momentum to
roll herself over. All she was able to do is turn herself towards Vladi, who
she saw was standing there next to her now with a number of rope coils.
"Remove her boots," the wizard
directed the men who had just carried her, and they eagerly stooped down to
each grab a leg. They lifted her feet up and towards themselves, so that her
butt slide on the smooth floor and lifted up a bit as the men held her heels
with one hand and reached in with the other to take ahold of the inside zipper
at the top of the red thigh boots.
"Ooooooohhhh.... nooo... please...
uuhhhhhh... don't..." Spellbinder moaned as she tried to kick her legs
free of the holds, but all she was able to do was to shift her hips about in
the air, which only served to waggle the rope-chloroform cloth more against her
sex, driving her towards yet another orgasm. She knew that with her boots
removed, that any ropes placed upon her legs or ankles (and knowing the wizard
as she did, most undoubtably both!) would only affect her that much worse,
because there as no leather of the boots between the ropes and her flesh.
The henchmen, of course, ignored her pleas as
they slowly unzipped her boots. They knew that the best way to strip a heroine
of parts of her costume was, as the wizard directed, slow and steady. Take the
time and let the heroine KNOW that she was being stripped, they had been
directed. There is no need for a rush, as the heroine is not going anywhere,
they were told by the experienced mage. Sometimes it took them a while to let
such things sink into their lustful minds, because as most of the henchmen
where short lived humans, and no where near as old as the centuries old
dimensional hopping wizard was.
The wizard watched it all with a mixture of
curiosity, entertainment, and satisfaction. His pale eyes took in the lean
athletic form of Spellbinder as the thigh high red leather boots were slowly
removed from her long muscular legs. He nodded in approval as his assistants
did not waste any opportunities to caress and stroke her legs as they slid the
boots off of her legs. Spellbinder just moaned and tossed her head from side to
side, her long blonde hair swishing across Vladi's bright blue boots as he
stood at her head looking down at the activity. Her eyes were glazing, but she
was still able to see the rope that she knew would soon be added to her, to
increase her helplessness, and thus her arousal.
Spellbinder's feet hit the floor, one after
the other, and the wizard waved the two back, and moved to her side and knelt
onto the floor. Several more of the henchmen, who were not watching Supergirl
like hungry wolves, moved closer to watch 'the master at work'. It was not that
they saw him as THEIR master (they were just very well compensated and had many
great fringe benefits from working for the wizard), but that he was a master
where it came to his skills with capturing and binding superheroines.
"Ooohhhhhhh... no.... please...
uhhhhhh... no more... ughhhh... rope," Spellbinder moaned as the mage took
up her right ankle and started to wrap it with his rope in a double strand loop
fashion. He made several passes, making sure that the lines were neat and sided
up to the last so that there was more contact by the rope made upon her
resilient flesh. The heroine curled her toes at the sensation of the wizards
fingers as they slid along her skin, adjusting the ropes to his satisfaction
before he cinched the rope. He then rolled Spellbinder onto her left side to
face away from him and folded her right leg to bring her ankle back against her
thigh.
"UUUHHHHHHHHHHOOOAAAHHHHHHHHHH,"
the superheroine groaned loudly as another orgasm slashed through her spectacular
form as the change in her position changed the movement dynamics of the
rope-chloroform cloth that was nestled up against her pussy. Supergirl was
facing her friend at this moment and her loud moan shook her out of her
kryptonite induced stupor, and she could see Spellbinder was now in a place
which Supergirl had found herself in a number of times. Now, Spellbinder was
captured as she was, and Supergirl could do nothing to help her friend, just as
there was nothing that Spellbinder could do to help her.
Vladi then wrapped the rope that was attached
to her bound ankle around her thigh, pinioning her calf back with her heel up
just below her round perfect ass. Spellbinder grunted and arched as the mage
wrapped more and more rope around her leg, pressing her bent leg into a
frog-tie position, all the while adding to her weakness as he carefully, yet
casually, placing the ropes side by side in a neat arrangement around her
thigh.
"ooooooooooooooooooohhh....
sooo...uuuuhhhh... weak...," Spellbinder moaned as the wizard finished up
with her calf to thigh pinioning, and then shifted her about so that he could
take ahold of her left ankle. This time he wrapped it several times with the
next rope, placing each strand next to the last, and spreading out the pressure
of the rope over the multiple passes, before cinching and finishing with a loop
knot.
"Excellent, Spellbinder! That is exactly
the point of this exercise," the mage confirmed as he took ahold of her
left ankle and stood up. Spellbinder groaned as her hips shifted again as she
was now laying upon her backside and bound arms, with her left leg pointing
upwards in Vladi's grip. Another change of the dynamics of the chloro-rope
soaked cloth against her sex caused her body to shiver with another surge of
orgasmic energy. She didn't know how much longer that she could last. He really
didn't need to put her in between those rope projectors, she thought, as the
orgasms that her bondage and the rope-chloroform was giving her was threatening
to knock her out completely before he had a chance to use those devices upon
her.
But, the wizard was not one that would let
'well-enough' alone, when it came to a superheroine's distress. That which is
worth being done, was worth being over-done, was his motto it seemed to many of
those that he captured. At the same time, one of the reasons that he was so
successful against superheroines, is that he didn't take any chances with them.
Thus, he felt it not just a matter of aesthetics when it came to binding
superheroines, but safety, as well.
Spellbinder continued to slowly shift her
hips as she was held by the wizard, looking at him as he motioned over his head
and she heard something strange and sing-song fill the air with energy. She had
seen him doing this enough times to know that he was casting a spell. This was
a very minor one, that just caused the cable overhead to slowly lower
downwards. The mage then had the system in his mental control through the spell
and ceased the lowering of the cable when he had the hook well in hand. The
then took the hook and brought it to the loop that he had made when knotting
the ropes that had encircled Spellbinder's left ankle several times, attaching
her to the suspending cable.
Vladi stepped back and motioned to the cable,
as he willed the cable to now start upwards, drawing the helpless superheroine
with it. And, while Supergirl was suspended upside down by the chain around
both of her ankles, Spellbinder was suspended upside down by only her left
ankle, so that her right pinioned leg fell out to the side, opening her up to a
more vulnerable state, which also caused the crotch of her costume to tighten
up and press the rope-chloro rope tighter up against her sex.
"Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,"
Spellbinder let out a long moan as she felt herself being slowly lifted into
the air by her left ankle. This was not the first time that she had been
suspended in her captivity, especially by the wizard. But, she never got used
to it, especially when she was upside down with the blood rushing to her head.
"aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh... noooo....
uuughhhhhhhhh," the hapless heroine continued to groan as she was slowly
lifted off the floor of the room, her legs rising first, to be followed by her
exceptional ass, then her body slide under the cable as her arms then shoulders
left the floor. The men surrounding her in the room watched with rapt
fascination as she was completely lifted into the air, as her head and then her
long brown hair lost all contact with the ground. The wizard flicked his
fingers to punctuate his mental directive that the cable stop it's upwards
journey when she was finally in the right position, with her head hip level to
most of those in the room.
"Suspension sure has a way of making a
heroine look spectacular," the mage then stated, as he watched with great
enjoyment the helpless Spellbinder. Though very weak, she was still able to
cause herself to slowly rotate between the numerous watchers as she writhed
against the ropes which tightly bound her. Her right leg stayed splayed out in
it's fold, and she continually shifted her hips against the cloth that was held
against her by her own costume, the dampness of the material kept that way with
her own continual aroused wetness. From the remarks of the men surrounding the
upside down heroine, they all found her sexually spectacular as well. They were
looking forward to their turn at the next 'party favor'!
It was then that Spellbinder's torment really
began, when Vladi motioned towards the projectors surrounding her and they came
to life, and from within them dark orange beams shot out to strike the upside
down heroine from multiple directions at once.
"UUUUuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,"
the heroine groaned as she rocked and twisted within the rays that wracked her
sexy body. The men stood agape as they watched the patriotically clad
superheroine writhe about as the beams sapped her strength, her motions caused
more by the strength and the intensity of the beams than by her own sleek
muscles.
"AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhhhhhh,"
Spellbinder cried out as she was still able to gather what little reserves of
strength that she didn't think she had to try to struggle herself out of the
range of the diabolical beams. But, with each thrashing that she made, she only
served to stimulate herself with the cloth of the rope-chloroform cloth. It was
a hat trick of Vladi's deviousness that drove Spellbinder to a greater orgasm.
Her helplessness from the bondage, combined with the strange stimulation of the
rope-chloroform against her skin, was completed by the rope-energy that
surrounded her to squeeze her and pull her and thrill her from all points and
degrees to erupt into a mind-shattering orgasm that the men watching where
absolutely stupefied from. Supergirl had been forced to several orgasms within
her ordeal, but none of them were anything near the intensity that Spellbinder
just had that erupted through her core.
"Uuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the
heroine now could only weakly moan after her body came to a near rest following
her spectacular orgasm. She was in a near unconscious daze, with her eyes
glazed and her mouth agape. Her body still made slow sensual movements as
Spellbinder's amazing body just reacted unconsciously to the continuing
stimulation that the beams placed upon her. Vladi motioned towards the lamps
and the beams dimmed a bit, so that the heroine would remain within the ever
present light of the rope-energy, but that it would not be quite so intensive
to keep her totally out of it. The wizard wanted her MOSTLY out of it, but not
completely so. He wanted her to be aware, at least somewhat aware, of what
was happening to her while she was helpless and under his control.
Just as with Supergirl. Now, it is
Spellbinder's turn... to be the next party favor.
"Okay, boys. I want you all to think of
a number between one and forty."
= fini =