I awake in a windowless room. My eyes blink, trying to adjust to the dim light,\ntrying to make sense of this strange place. I am lying on a stainless steel\nexamination table. My long legs are tied together at the ankles and again just\nabove the knees. A third length of rope is wrapped tightly around my wrists and\nholds them secure behind my back. My hands press into the small of my back,\nslightly arching my spine. I squirm atop the table and roll onto my left hip. A\nquick test of the ropes confirms that I am not nearly strong enough to break\nfree.
\n“Where am I?”
\nMy mind slowly clears. I dimly remember being whisked away from the Purring\nKitten in the back of a pimped out limousine, my limp body sitting upright on a\nvelvet seat and sandwiched between Benny Truiphant and Ursula Major. I shudder\nat the thought of the villainous pair taking liberties, their hands patiently\nexploring every hidden place on my slender and helpless figure. There is a\ndistinct wetness between my legs. My body still tingles with arousal. I think\nthat not much time has passed.
\nA ball-gag leaves my mouth dry and jaw sore. I try to sit up. The rope binding\nmy wrists is tight. The bondage is sensual. It causes me to quiver with feelings\nof helplessness. The Sartak still controls me. It fills my mind with sexual\nimagery that weakens my resolve. I lie back on the table and try to subdue the\nfeelings that dominate a once powerful body. But I remember all too clearly the\nmassive orgasm that destroyed me in the pillow pit. My powers are gone. I am no\nlonger a super-heroine. But for the costume that I wear, I am little more than\nan oversexed slut.
\n“Slut…” I groan in despair. “Just a slut…”
\nI want to cry but embarrassment helps me to choke back the emotions. It was not\nmy doing, I remind myself. Not my fault. The orgasm had been forced. I had not\nwanted it. I had not wanted to climax. I had not wanted to be the centerpiece of\na sex club orgy. But the thought of my breasts squirting and my pussy exploding\nfills me with uncontrollable shame. The memory of wrapping my lips around\nBenny’s cock and sucking him like a lollypop makes me wish I had never been\nborn. “A slut… so unworthy… so unworthy to be called a super-heroine.”
\nYet, worthy or not, I still wear the costume of a heroine. My captors have been\nkind—my breasts are once again covered and my mask is still in place. Except for\nthe ropes that bind me, I still look like a champion of justice. I realize that\neven this, though, is part of Benny’s plan. He is going to sell me, auction me\noff to the highest bidder, and he knows that a valiant super-heroine will fetch\na good price. The costume is simply packaging, a marketing gimmick meant to\nensure that he receives the highest possible bid for his hard-earned prize.
\nAnd that is what I am, I realize dourly. A prize. The fight in the Purring\nKitten was long and difficult and, in the end, I was beaten. Benny and his goons\nhave won. It is over. A once-powerful woman warrior has been defeated. She has\nbeen raped. My humiliation is complete and now I will once again become a slave.\nI deserve this. I deserve to be sold into bondage.
\n“Don’t think like that!” an unexpectedly determined voice speaks inside my head.\n“Do not give up!”
\nI test the ropes again. Though I cannot break them—indeed, I realize that I\nwould have a difficult time breaking them on my best day—I feel that a small bit\nof my strength is returning to my arms. Time is my ally, now. The longer I am\nallowed to rest, the more of my power will return. Now is not the time for\nself-doubt. If I am to escape, I need all the confidence that I can muster. I\nneed to remember that what has happened to me is not my fault. I need to\nremember that people are counting on me. I need to remember that I am Ms.\nMarvelous.
\nI raise my head and examine the room more closely. It is a circular chamber,\nfrightening in its coldness, probably underground. Several smaller rooms are\nattached. It is then that I recognize that the smaller chambers are actually\nholding cells. Cold iron bars block the doors. Inside each cell is a small cot\nand flimsy chair. The cells are empty, now, but I can easily imagine the young\nwomen that have been periodically imprisoned here while waiting for the next\nauction.
\n“So, this is it,” I think while choking back strong emotions. “This is the\nSyndicate’s headquarters, the last stop for young women who are destined for\nmiserable lives of servitude and bondage!” I am not allowed to dwell on this\nawful realization for long. A door swings open to my left and a rectangular beam\nof white light penetrates the central room. My blue eyes blink rapidly as I try\nto make out the figures that are approaching. My shoulders droop. It is Benny\nand Ursula. A third figure follows close behind. To my surprise, it is Pete, the\nbartender from the Purring Kitten. He is still bare-chested and I cannot help\nbut notice his magnificent physique.
\n“Hello, beautiful,” he says while giving me a wink. “This must be my lucky day!”\nHe reaches for my face and peels away the black mask. “Yeah, just as I thought.\nYou’re the same chick from the bar. Wait until I tell Darriz that he raped the\ngreat Ms. Marvelous!”
\nMy heart sinks. It would have been better if Pete had not recognized me. I\nremember the way he pinned my hands to the bar as Darriz screwed me from behind.\nI remember the way his lips smothered mine with a passionate kiss. This man is\nas responsible for my capture as any other. Now, he knows my face. I want to\nmake him pay. Unfortunately, I am in no position to do anything. He pushes me\nback down onto the table. Panic fills my eyes as he stands over my defenseless\nbody. I grimace as a strong hand slides between my thighs and insistent fingers\ngrope a moist slit.
\n“Mmmmrrrrpppphhhh!” I protest from behind the ball-gag.
\n“Don’t be like that, beautiful,” he says while flashing a movie star smile. “We\nhave so little time to get to know one another. Wouldn’t you prefer to spend it\nas friends?”
\nI writhe helplessly on the table as experienced fingers test my womanhood. He\npresses the thin fabric of my costume deep between my nether lips. He gently\nstrokes my clit. My back arches and I nearly come off of the table. Ursula’s\npowerful hands grip my shoulders and push me back down.
\n“That’s enough, Pete!” she commands. “There is no time for this. The auction\nwill be starting in just a few minutes!”
\n“But we’ve got plenty of time!” the gorgeous bartender insists.
\nBenny Truiphant takes up a position on the opposite side of the table and looks\ndown on my trembling body lustfully. In appearance, he is the exact opposite of\nPete. He is not a bodybuilder but instead has the look of a drug addict. His\nbuild is slender. His cheeks are hollow. His skin is pot marked and hair greasy.\nHe is a slimy and despicable wretch and just having him near me gives me the\nwillies. But as he looks down at me he seems to agree with his more handsome\ncounterpart.
\n“Relax, Ursula. Perhaps, she will fetch a higher price if we present her to the\nclientele in a state of enhanced arousal. It might make her more appealing, if\nyou know what I mean.” His bony hands begin stroking my breasts, drawing gentle\ncircles around my small cups. The shear fabric of my costume does little to\ndissuade his efforts or protect me from the rippling sensations that seem to\npour out of his talented fingertips and plunge deep into my body. I close my\neyes as he violates me. The man is a total sleazebag. It disgusts me to have him\ntouching me. But I cannot help myself. He has fucked me before. I am vulnerable\nto him. It seems that he knows just how to caress my tits. A soft moan slips\npast the ball-gag. My body relaxes. Breathing grows heavy. Nipples get hard.\nUrsula pulls back the hair from my face and gently strokes the side of my neck.\nYet, she does not seem to have the same interest in me that she once did. Though\na lesbian, her fantasy has always been to defeat Ms. Marvelous in battle and\nthen to fuck her in front of a group of spectators. This goal has been\naccomplished. She is less enthusiastic about ravaging the body of a bound and\nhelpless prisoner. “We do not have time for this,” she says again. “Our clients\nwill soon be contacting us in the room above. They will want to see the\nmerchandise. It is not going to help us if she is covered in your drool.”
\nThe boss removes his hands from my tormented tits. “Very, well, Ursula,” he\nfinally agrees. “The two of us will attend to matters upstairs. Pete, you stay\nhere and prepare Ms. Marvelous for the auction. Lube her up and make her look\nfetching, if you please. The smell of money is in the air, my friends! This is\nno mere college coed that we offer up. Today, we sell a super-heroine! Today, we\nmake a fortune!”
\nI turn my head so that I can watch as Benny and Ursula depart. They close the\ndoor behind them and once again the light in the circular room grows dim. But\nPete’s hand is still between my thighs, still stroking my wet slit. I raise my\nknees and try to roll away but he controls my weakened body easily. The ropes\nbite into my flesh as I try vainly to break free of their constricting grasp. My\nwrists press into my
\nlower back. The stainless steel table is cold and unforgiving. But I cannot feel\nany of this. All I can feel are the insistent fingers delving into my sensitive\ncrotch. All I can feel is the brush of his digits against my tiny bulb. Over and\nover he rubs me. I squirm like a serpent atop the table. I writhe back and forth\nin a fruitless attempt to escape. But the sensations shooting through me are\nmore than I can take. My pussy is lubricating. My nether lips are trembling. I\nmoan loudly. My face contorts in agony.
\nAt last, after enduring more than two minutes of his incredible touch, my\nstruggles gradually come to an end. I fall back against the table and go limp.\nMy conscious mind still fights against the unwanted sensations consuming my body\nbut to little avail. My clitoris is fully engorged. Each new stroke across its\nsurface brings me closer to a will-sapping orgasm. His hand is underneath my\ncostume, now, rubbing me furiously, sliding deep between my labia, destroying\nme. I scream behind the ball gag, sure that I am about to be ruined, sure that\nthis second orgasm will strip away my powers forever. “No! I must not climax! I\nmust not--”
\n“Pete?” a scratchy voice interrupts. “Are you there?”
\nIt is Ursula, speaking through an intercom system. The man sighs bitterly and\nremoves his hand from between my legs. He walks to the wall and flicks a switch.\nHe leans close to the intercom and answers. “Yes, I am here. What do you want?”
\n“Benny asked me to remind you to use the special lotion. We do not want any\nmistakes, understand? Ms. Marvelous may not be as weak as she appears.”
\nHe looks back at me and leers. “Oh, I think she is pretty weak,” he says\nmockingly. “Nevertheless,” Ursula replies impatiently, “we do not want to take\nany chances. You will do as Benny asks and use the special lotion, yes? And\nreplace her mask before bringing her to the stage. We want her to look her\nheroic best.”
\n“Yes, I will do as you ask. Anything else?”
\n“Just do not do anything stupid. She is not like most of the girls we process.\nShe is a super heroine.”
\nPete flicks off the switch and scowls. “Just don’t do anything stupid?” he says\nwhile mimicking Ursula’s deep, somewhat masculine voice. “Who does she think I\nam? Some rank amateur?” He returns to the table and puts the mask back on my\nface. He tilts my head and appraises his work, making sure the mask is straight\nand securely fastened. Satisfied, he reaches under the table and removes a\nbottle from a hidden shelf. My pussy is on fire and I pray that he does not\nresume the rubbing of my clit. Luckily for me, he seems to have something else\nin mind.
\n“Let’s get you ready,” he says while still leering. He unscrews the cap on the\nbottle and pours a thick liquid into the palm of his hand. He rubs it over my\nleft leg, covering my tan flesh with a glistening layer of clear oil. He spreads\nit across the top and sides of my thigh and then lifts my leg so that he can\nreach underneath. He works his way over my knee and calf and lotions my boot so\nthat every inch of my leg is completely covered. I can tell that he is enjoying\nhis work. A large bulge protrudes from the crotch of his tight fitting latex\npants.
\n“The lotion serves two purposes,” he explains while beginning to lube my right\nleg. “First, it accentuates the tone of your body and makes you look smoking\nhot, which should make you more appealing to the buyers and attract higher bids.\nSecond, it contains a sedative that is gradually absorbed through your skin. The\ndrug is strong and should keep you nice and calm during the auction. After all,\nwe do not want the buyers to get scared off by an overly rambunctious slave.”
\nI whimper meekly as he pours a large glob of lotion atop my flat abdominal\nmuscles and begins spreading it over my stomach and hips. My skin is tingling,\nthough whether this is due to the sedative in the oil or the firm pressure\napplied by his hands, or more likely both, is hard to say. Gentle fingers slide\ndown and across my slender waist. He grips me tight for a moment, nearly lifting\nme up off the table, before releasing my waist and moving on to lube my chest.\nHe lingers long on the round curves of my breasts. The special fabric of my\ncostume usually rejects dirt and stains but this poisoned oil seems to soak\nthrough and bond with the unstable molecules, encasing my entire body within a\nshimmering layer of wetness. He rubs it over my arms and shoulders. He lifts me\ninto a sitting position and does my back. He rolls me onto my right hip and\nenjoys doing my ass. The feel of his hands rubbing me, all over my body, excites\nand arouses me. I cannot help myself. I do not protest as he rubs the oil deep\nbetween my
\nbutt-cheeks. Part of me wants him to slide his hands between my legs again. Part\nof me wants him to bring me off. I know that a few rubs across my swollen clit\nwill make me explode. He rolls me onto my back and lubes my firm breasts a\nsecond time. The feel of his fingers sliding over my hard nipples causes me to\nshiver. Oh, god… I am so horny that I ache. My head turns slowly from side to\nside in misery as he forces his hands underneath my costume and begins lathering\nmy flesh. He rubs every part of me and it seems like it takes forever for him to\nfinish. My cheeks turn red with shame. I cannot believe that this is happening\nto me. Tears come to my eyes as he caresses my nipples. I do not know what is\nmore embarrassing, the fact that I am being violated in such a personal way or\nthat I am so utterly helpless to prevent it. Maybe it is the knowledge that part\nof me wants it to happen, wants him to stroke my breasts, and that I am\ncompletely unable to control the reactions of my powerful but oversexed body. At\nlast, just as I think that I might surrender entirely to the overwhelming\nsensations, he draws back his hands and carefully adjusts my costume. The oil\nfeels incredible as it squishes between the tight-fitting fabric and my soft\nskin.
\n“I have been given an antidote,” he says while pouring some more oil into his\nhands. “That’s why the sedative does not affect me. It should be making you nice\nand docile, though.” Indeed, I am feeling very calm. My athletic body is\nrelaxed. Long legs no longer fight against the ropes that bind them. The feeling\nof my wrists being pinned beneath my back is no longer uncomfortable. My\nbreathing slows as more of the poisoned oil seeps into my pores. I feel kind of\nsleepy. I do not struggle as he lubes my neck and face and runs greasy fingers\nthrough my hair. He applies more oil and the golden tresses become matted to my\nscalp. Waves of long blond hair lay in thick, glistening clumps atop my\nshoulders. By the time he is done, every part of my body has been slicked down.\nMy costume is soaked through and through. I can feel the sedative seeping into\nmy skin and being absorbed into my bloodstream. My head is beginning to spin.\nVision becomes blurry.
\nPete caps the bottle and returns it to its place beneath the examination table.\nHe stands over me and admires his work. My body glistens. Every muscle is\nhighlighted. Every curve and bump on my body shimmers. His hands, wet with oil,\nslide easily across the length of my five-foot nine-inch figure. He buffs and\nrubs me like a boy polishing his first car. But his desire to rub my clit and\nplay with my breasts is quickly replaced by another desire, one that burns\nnearly out of control. His cock is about to tear a hole in his pants. He wants\nto pleasure himself. He wants to fuck me. The urge is almost uncontrollable.
\n“Better not,” he says while somehow forcing his hands away from my lithe and\nenticing body. “The auction is only a few minutes away and Benny wouldn’t like\nit.”
\nBut I know from the look in Pete’s eyes that he is suffering. My super-charged\npheromones are driving him crazy. The sight of my greased body, long and lean\nand shiny, is pushing him over the edge. I look up at him with wide, innocent\nblue eyes that practically beg him to mount me. I arch my back a bit more and\nshimmering tits jut high into the air. I writhe on the table enticingly and tilt\nback my head to expose a long and graceful neck. I moan ever so softly, tempting\nhim to take action. “Jesus!” he groans through gritted teeth.
\nHis hands are all over me, gliding across my breasts and downward over my\nstomach. Hungry fingers draw lines along the tops of my thighs while reaching\nfor my knees. He hurriedly unties the first rope and then moves to my ankles.\nFrustration distorts handsome features as he struggles with the knot. At last,\nthe rope comes free. My legs come apart and he is on the table in an instant,\nsliding between glistening thighs, hovering above a shimmering stomach like a\ncougar over its defenseless prey. I try to act, try to defend myself, but it is\ndifficult. The drugged lotion is having a noticeable effect on my body. I am\ngroggy. But I am also incredibly aroused. A sopping pussy yearns for\nsatisfaction. Hard nipples want to be suckled. More so than the poisoned oil,\nthe erotic sensations burning through my athletic figure keep me weak. I feel\nlike a woman waking from a sensual dream. Disoriented but excited. Sleepy but\nturned on.
\nBut no matter how much I may want it, I cannot allow Pete to screw me. My legs\nare free. It was a mistake for him to untie me and now I have to take advantage\nof what might be my final opportunity. If only I can summon the strength. If\nonly I can summon the willpower.
\n“Come on, girl! Be strong!”
\nThe sound of Pete’s zipper forces me to focus. I raise my head and watch as he\npulls back a flap of cloth covering his crotch. The long piece of stiff timber\nthat he unleashes over my belly is truly
\nimpressive. Twinges of fear light up my nervous system as he slaps it down\nacross my oiled flesh. His fingers pull back the fabric of my bikini bottom as\nhe positions himself for a first thrust at my exposed and open hole.
\n“Mmmmrrrrpppphhhh!” I cry out while raising my left leg and slamming a knee into\nhis ribs. “Mmmm uuuhhhh mmmm mmm!”
\nThe blow is weak but it gets the job done. Pete, off balance, reaches for\nsomething to grab onto. His hands, slick with oil, slide off the edges of the\ntable and he falls awkwardly to the floor. I shimmy off the other side and we\nboth stand, the table between us, our eyes locked in an angry stare-down.
\n“So, you’re going to make me work for it, are you?” he says with a wicked grin.\nHe grips his cock in his right hand and waves it at me. It is thick and heavy\nand we both know that if he impales me with it then I will be finished. “That’s\nfine, super girl. I like it that way!”
\nThe ball gag prevents me from issuing a witty rejoinder so instead I raise a\nfoot and kick the table into my arrogant foe. It crashes into his legs and sends\nhim sprawling to the floor. A series of fuming curses greet me as I rush forward\nto deliver a second kick, this one to his gut. Pete is a weightlifter, though,\nand able to endure some punishment. He pushes me back and scrambles to his feet\nin time to block an ill timed crescent kick. Before I know what is happening,\nhis hands are tightening around my throat and lifting me off of the ground.
\n“Cunt!” he yells at me. “After all the free drinks I gave you back at the bar,\nis this the way you treat me?”
\nBut despite his accusations, I have not forgotten the drugged ginger ales that\nPete gave me back at the Purring Kitten. In fact, the memory of his leering face\nas he leaned over the bar and kissed me fills me with rage. For the moment,\nthough, I have more immediate things to worry about. The good news is that my\nlegs are untied and I am off of the examination table. The bad news is that my\nwrists remain bound behind my back and I am covered in a drugged lotion. I am\nheld off the ground by my neck and finding it difficult to get a breath. Pete is\na big man and is able to hold me easily. I can sense his monster cock bobbing up\nand down just below me. Knowing that it is there, so near to my womanhood,\nnearly makes me panic. But I have to keep it together long enough to save\nmyself. There will be no awards for second place in this fight. I have to win.
\nPete is a strong man but his hands are slick with oil. I rotate my hips and\ntwist my body. My neck comes loose and I drop back to the floor. A knee strike\nnarrowly misses his nut sack but manages a good score against the top of his\nleft thigh. He yelps in pain and gives me the back of his hand in return. The\nblow turns my head around and sends me to the ground. I land in a heap and am\nonce again reminded that I am far from being at full strength. There is little\nchance that I can break the rope holding my wrists. But maybe, if I am lucky, I\ncan stretch it enough to slide my hands free. They are greased up and slippery.\nSome of the oil has probably rubbed into the rope. “Oh, please!” I hope\nsilently. “Please let me get free!”
\nI rise to my knees. I use every bit of my strength. Pete is standing over me,\npreparing to finish me off. My right hand comes free just as he clocks me. The\nblow scores on my temple and I skid across the floor like a greased pig on a\nfrozen pond. But I am far from finished. I climb quickly to my feet. My left\nwrist slides free of the rope and I throw the knotted cord into my attacker’s\nface. I yank the ball gag
\nout of my mouth and take a deep breath. I work my jaw from side to side and\nwonder how Pete will like it when I jam the ball into his mouth. But there is\nonly one thing on his mind. A glance down at his stiff cock confirms that he is\nas horny as ever.
\n“It is not over, yet,” he snarls. “The lotion may have allowed you to slip out\nof the rope but the sedative should be making you as weak as a little kitten.\nI’ll have you trussed up again in no time!” He charges me like a mad bull, his\narms stretched wide to prevent my escape. But I have no desire to escape. I meet\nhis attack head on and deliver a beautiful elbow strike. It connects just above\nhis left eyebrow and opens a nasty gash. Blood spurts down his face as he steps\nback. His eyes are glassy. His cock goes limp. I grab his head in both hands and\npull downward. My right knee slams against his movie star face. He falls\nbackward and lands hard on the floor. Pete the Bartender is finished. The\nvictorious feeling of elation that washes over me is quickly replaced by\ndizziness. I drop to my knees and hold a wobbling head in my hands. I sway back\nand forth. The sedative is affecting me, I realize. But I have to keep it\ntogether. I have to escape this madhouse. My eyes clear as Ursula’s voice\ncrackles through the intercom once more.
\n“Pete? The guests have arrived. I’m sending Green and Gold down to help you with\nthe merchandise. Please have her ready.”
\nI quickly get to my feet. I grab Pete’s shirt by the collar and drag his limp\nbody across the floor and into one of the holding cells. It takes most of my\nstrength just to lift him up and dump him on the cot. I prop him against the\nwall and duck back outside. I lift the examination table back to an upright\nposition. The bottle of drugged lotion and a number of other items are scattered\nhaphazardly across the floor but there is no time to clean up. The door to the\nchamber opens and the bright light beams in. I duck down and try to make myself\ninvisible. Two slender figures approach. A pair of Benny’s battle angels call\nPete’s name.
\n“There he is,” one of them says after spotting him inside the holding cell. They\nwalk past the table and somehow miss seeing me. They enter the cell and try to\njostle the bartender back to consciousness. “Pete? You ok? Where’s the girl?\nWhere’s Ms. Marvelous?”
\nHe groans a warning but not before it is too late. I slam shut the iron door to\nthe holding cell and let out a sigh of relief as the latch drops into place.\n“That should hold you,” I say while giving the stout bars a quick shake to make\nsure that they are secure.
\nGreen and Gold are furious. They scream at me to let them out but I just smile\nand wave a fond farewell. They can shout their heads off for all I care. Nobody\nis going to hear them down in this underground prison. I exit the chamber and\ncross my fingers. Hopefully, I can find a back door to this place and get the\nheck out of here. It has been a long night. A girl’s luck has got to change\neventually, doesn’t it?
\nUnfortunately for me, the source of the bright light soon becomes apparent and\nit does not bode well for me. I climb a short staircase and emerge in the center\nof a small stage of some kind. Overhead lights beam down at me. A television\ncamera peers intently at my athletic figure. Numerous screens are positioned in\nfront of the stage. One of the screens, the largest of the bunch, reflects my\nimage back at me. The others display the jovial faces of men whom I have never\nseen before. It is clear that they are able to see me. Sinister eyes stare\nlecherously at my body.
\n“Ah, here she is at last!” a graying man speaking with a German accent exclaims.\n“So, it is true! Mr. Truiphant has actually managed to capture the intrepid Ms.\nMarvelous!”
\n“She does not look to be a prisoner,” a Russian speaking from one of the other\nscreens replies. “Why has Benny not restrained her?”
\nA third screen displays the image of a man in a flowing white turban. “I expect\nMr. Truiphant to deliver her to my harem hogtied, as is appropriate for a\nslave,” he says while clearly enjoying the sight of my shimmering, wet body.
\n“You have not purchased her yet, Sheik,” the German answers. “I believe that I\nmay be willing to pay quite a large sum for such a beauty.”
\n“My bid shall ultimately be the highest!” a man speaking from a fourth screen\nreplies. He has a snobbish French accent that sends a chill up my spine. “I can\nhardly wait to add her to my collection!” “None of you shall have me!” I shout\ndefiantly. “I am not a piece of property that you can buy and sell!”
\nThis statement causes the men to laugh. My cheeks burn red in anger as they\ncontinue to stare hungrily at me through the lens of the camera. In infuriates\nme that my image is being transmitted around the world so that these evil men\ncan squabble among each other for the right to fulfill their lurid fantasies of\npossessing a super-heroine. I will not be their slave! I will not be their\nwhore!
\nBut though I cannot strike at them, there are still other outlets for my anger.\nI see them in the center screen, the one that shows my image, sneaking up behind\nme, Ursula and the Red Angel, trying to get the jump on me. I feign ignorance,\nletting them think that I am unaware of their presence, then spin and snap a\npair of kicks that throttle their assault. Red Angel feels the brunt of my\ncounterattack and is quickly felled by a spinning roundhouse. She drops off of\nthe stage like a wilted flower and does not move.
\n“Now it is just you and me, Ursula!” I say while taking a fighting stance. “I\nwill make you pay for your crimes!”
\nThe big redhead pounds a fist into her palm and scowls. “Bring it on,\nsuper-wench! It is only right that we have a third go at it! You won the first\ntime and I was victorious in the second. This battle will decide which of us is\ntruly the top female in Megapolis!”
\n“Oh, how exciting!” the Arab exclaims.
\n“Magnificent!” the German agrees. “A catfight!”
\n“Five thousand Euros on Ursula!” the Frenchman offers.
\n“I accept you wager and take Ms. Marvelous,” one of the others answers.
\nOther wagers fly back and forth as Ursula and I warily circle one another. The\nmuscles of her arms and shoulders ripple with strength. Emerald eyes stare at me\ncoldly. Cover-girl features are tense but confident. Her hands flex as if eager\nto grab a hold of me. I let her make the first move, knowing that she will try\nto get me in a submission hold. But my lithe body is slick with oil. Her hands\nslide off and I duck to the side. A chop to her liver causes the big girl to\nyelp.
\n“I may not be at full strength,” I say while moving away, “but I have enough\nenergy to beat you!” “Then you will have to hit me a lot harder than that,” she\nanswers coyly. “I’m not some barroom dancer that you can throw around!”
\nI glance at her tight-fitting leather chaps and smile. “Could’ve fooled me.”
\n“You’re one to talk,” she says while leering at my own scantily clad figure.
\nI launch myself at her with the intention of driving my fist through her smug\nface. The blow lands but does not have much behind it. She moves with the speed\nof a cat and grabs my wrist. She pulls me close and wraps her arms around my\nwaist. Viselike muscles tighten. She lifts me off of the ground. Steely knuckles\ndig into the small of my back. I gasp as air is forced from constricted lungs.\n“Now, I have got you!” she snorts while locking in the hold.
\nI grimace as waves of pain ripple up and down my spine. Her strength is amazing.\nI feel as if I am being crushed. I lift my hands to the sides of her head and\ntry to jab my thumbs into the soft spots behind her ears, as I did the first\ntime we battled. She shakes her head and foils my attempt. My back arches\npainfully as she squeezes even harder.
\n“Not this time, Ms. Marvelous!”
\nMy hands grip her shoulders. I stare into her face, trying to detect some\nweakness or fatigue. There is none. This woman is a powerhouse. I feel as if I\nmight be losing it, as if the world is going dark. But I am not finished just\nyet. My left hand pushes upward on the point of her chin. My right karate chops\nher across the windpipe. Her grip loosens. I chop her again and her hands come\napart. I drop back to the floor. Before she can recover, I slide behind her and\nmount her six-foot body from behind. My arms wrap around her head and neck. My\nlegs wrap around her waist. Now it is I that am in control. I squeeze with\neverything that I have. We remain still for several seconds, as if a sculpture\ncarved from marble, two woman warriors locked in desperate combat. I do not know\nif she realizes what is happening. I do not know if she feels the flow of blood\nbeing cut off from her brain or the flow of air being cut off from her lungs.\nThose amazing eyes, green and bright, slowly go dim. Her struggles grow weak.\nFinally, Ursula Major crumples like a house of cards, my legs still wrapped\naround her, my hold still in place around her neck.
\nHer body is limp beneath me. Somehow, I have emerged as the victor. The men on\nthe screens, those that wagered against me, groan in disappointment. But in my\nweakened condition, it is a miracle that I won. I did what I had to do, the only\nthing that I could do. And I was lucky. Now, if only my luck will hold out a bit\nlonger--
\nI feel the cold touch of steel on my neck. It clamps down over my skin. I hear a\nclick as the loop of metal fastens closed. A sharp yank snaps my head back and\nconfirms that I have been collared. “Not so fast, slave!” a familiar but hated\nvoice says contemptuously from behind me. “You may have beaten Ursula and\ndisposed of my lackeys but I still have every intention of proceeding with this\nauction! I will have my money and be rid of you!”
\nIt takes me a moment to get my legs untangled from around Ursula’s limp body. I\nstand and turn around. The fingers of my left hand claw at the collar. Those of\nmy right grip the taught chain fastened to it. My eyes stare angrily down a\nten-foot length of steel links and spy the man holding tightly to the other end.\n“I knew you were around here somewhere, Benny! It was just a matter of time\nbefore you revealed
\nyourself! But now that you have, I am going to put you out of business for\ngood!”
\nHe laughs at my bravado and gives the chain a tug that nearly sends me\nsprawling. “You’re weak, Ms Marvelous! The drugged lotion is making you slow and\nclumsy! I do not know how you got past Pete and my battle angels, but you will\nnot get past me. I know how to beat you! I did it before and I can do it again.\nI am going to fuck the hell out of you and then sell you to the highest bidder!”\n“Wonderful!” says the German.
\n“Magnificent!” exclaims the Arab.
\n“Sensational!” agrees the Frenchman.
\nI am about to tell them all where they can go when Benny pulls hard on the chain\nand begins pulling me around the stage. I lose my balance and the next thing I\nknow I am on the floor and being spun around in a wide circle. I tear at the\ncollar, trying to relieve the pressure on my neck, but to no avail. My body\nslides and rolls from one side of the stage to the other. When I finally come to\na stop my head is spinning. Benny takes up the slack on the chain and moves in\nbehind me. He pulls me up into a sitting position between his feet. He wraps the\nchain around my body several times, lashing my arms to my body.
\n“Stop it!” I protest.
\n“He has got her, now!” one of the men on the screens observes needlessly.
\n“Ah, yes, this should be good. I hear that Benny is quite a talented fucker, for\nan American. It will be interesting to see how such a virtuous young woman\nresponds to being violated by such a, ahem, beast of a man.”
\nBenny grips me by the hair and forces my head back so that I am looking up at\nhim. “You responded quite well the last time I fucked you, didn’t you beautiful?\nYou do remember, don’t you?” I blush uncontrollably, the memory of this man\nraping me being all too vivid in my mind. He is a sleazebag, a total and\ncompletely repulsive example of humanity, but I cannot seem to help myself when\nin his presence. My body is tingling and not just from the drugged lotion that\ncovers me in a thin layer of glistening wetness. I remember our first encounter,\nhow Benny took me from behind, his arms wrapped around my body and his hands\nsmothering my breasts. I remember how his stiff cock felt as it penetrated deep\ninto my body and filled every part of my aching pussy. I remember how he quickly\nbrought me to the point of no return, that point when my conscious mind was\nswallowed up by erotic thoughts and desires, and when the orgasm exploded across\nmy helpless body like a tidal wave of guilty pleasure and shameful ecstasy. The\nindignity of it was crushing but I had not cared. I had been unable to control\nthe feelings of my body, unable to subdue to sensations washing over me. I had\nwanted him inside of me, thrusting in and out of me like a crazed animal, until\nthat moment when he finally deposited his hot load and forever made me his\nsexual plaything.
\n“No!” I whimper as the memory of it nearly consumes me. “Not again!”
\nHe drags me to the center of the stage so that all of his customers can have a\ngood look at the merchandise. My defeat is to be transmitted across the globe.\nBenny is going to fuck me into submission and then sell me to the highest\nbidder.
\n“Gentlemen,” he says while glancing at the camera, “allow me to demonstrate the\ntalents of this gorgeous hose bag.”
\nHe tightens the loops of chain, causing the steel links to constrict just below\nmy breasts and hold me secure. He tugs on the collar, tilting my head back so\nthat it is pinned between his thighs. He unzips and allows a long and quickly\nstiffening shaft of meat to fall into my blonde hair. It rests heavily atop my\nhead and I feel it getting hard. It grows longer and I soon see the tip poking\nforward above my forehead. “No!”
\n“A proud and manly instrument!” the Frenchman comments.
\n“Should get the job done quite well,” the Russian agrees.
\nBut most of the faces displayed on the screens remain silent, too absorbed in\nthe moment to say anything. Eager eyes peer outward, consuming my bound figure\nas I lay in front of them. My long legs are bent at the knees and angled\nforward. My arms remain pinned to my sides. The loops of chain press tightly\nagainst my abdomen and lift my firm breasts high on my chest. There is a look of\nhopelessness painted on my face as my captor playfully bounces his now fully\nerect cock on top of my head. He knows that he has me. The only question is what\nhe is going to do to me.
\n“I rather liked it when you sucked my dick back at the Purring Kitten,” he says\nwhile looking down into my wide blue eyes. “Would you like to do it again?”
\nHe tilts my head back yet further and slides his cock down across my face. It is\nlike a hot spike as he drags it over my blushing cheeks. He gives the collar a\nhard yank when I try to pull away. The fat tip touches my soft lips and I seem\nto lose the ability to move. It rests there, velvety soft, like a forbidden\nfruit that I must not taste. I try to keep my mouth closed but another tug on\nthe chain causes me to gasp and for a brief moment my lips come apart. The fiery\nbrand slips just inside my mouth, brushing against the front of my teeth, and as\nmy lips close they embrace it like an old friend, giving it a quick and\ninvoluntary kiss.
\n“Nuuhh uuhh!” I protest while jerking my head to the side, but the damage is\ndone. My nipples suddenly harden as the tingling of arousal grows stronger\ninside me. The feel of his cock, still brushing hotly against my cheek, quickly\ntakes its toll on my willpower. It makes me feel helpless. It makes me feel as\nif I am at his mercy.
\n“You like that, don’t you, beautiful? You want some more? Come on, super-slut.\nGive daddy’s dick another kiss!”
\nI know that I have to do something and I have to do it right away. I may be\nvulnerable to Benny but the leering faces of the men on the screens fill me with\ndisgust. How dare they watch as this happens to me? How dare they watch as I am\nviolated? A desire to destroy the television camera consumes me. But in order to\nget to it I must first get past Benny. And to get past Benny, I have to get to\nmy feet and unwrap this chain from around my body. Moving as fast as I can, I\nroll onto my left hip and then up onto my knees. The movement leaves me facing\nBenny and staring directly into the single eye of his stiff snake, which is a\nbad thing, but it also loosens the chain, which is good one. Before he can\nreact, I jump to my feet and prepare to drive a knee into his groin—
\n“Not so fast!” he shouts while jerking the chain forward and causing me to\ngrunt. He pulls my face close to his and stares angrily into my eyes. “Still\nsome defiance left in you, huh? Well, we can do something about that!”
\nAlmost before I realize what is happening, Benny’s right hand is sliding down\nacross my oiled stomach and underneath my bikini bottom. I try to pull away but\nhe continues to tightly grip the chain with his left hand, controlling me with\nthe collar. His right hand, now under my costume, slides into my gap. I grasp\nhis wrist with both hands but it is too late. My mouth contorts into a girlish\npout as his middle digit penetrates deep into my wet slit. He rubs my clit\ntortuously and I instinctively rise up on my tiptoes. My grip on his wrist\nloosens. My hands fall away. He rubs my clit a second time and I moan like a\nvirgin being touched for the first time. He pulls my body close to his and his\nerect cock presses against my belly. It slides over my flesh and becomes slick\nwith the same oil that lubes every square inch of my lithe figure. His finger\ndelves still deeper into my slit, sliding slowly between my pussy lips and near\nto my hole. We continue to stare into one another’s eyes-- his gleam\nvictoriously while mine tear in humiliation.
\nBenny can tell that there is not much fight left in me. He releases the chain\nholding the collar and draws his left hand down over my shoulder. He seems to\nlike the oil, likes the way it feels as he slides his fingers across my body and\nfondles my skin. He patiently turns up the flap of fabric that covers my right\nbreast. He likes the way that my nipple swells as he plays with it. He likes the\nway that it juts outward as he squeezes my boob. He smiles, enjoying the look of\nanguish painted on my face as he squeezes still harder. My arms remain at my\nsides, pinned by the loops of chain wrapped around my body. I am not resisting\nhim.
\n“No…” I plead weakly. “Please… do not…”
\n“Hush,” he answers. “I am merely teaching you how to be a good slave.”
\nHis finger is inside my love hole, now, testing my readiness. He can feel how\nwet I am. He can feel my body shudder as he probes ever deeper inside me. My\nbreathing is ragged. I moan uncontrollably. I am dimly aware that the men on the\nscreens are still watching. My attempt to escape, if only long enough to disable\nthe camera, has been a total failure. I feel as if I am being ravaged not only\nby Benny but also by the men on the screens. They are making love to me with\ntheir eyes, all of them, all in different parts of the world, each with a\ndifferent but similar fantasy, and each with an ever growing desire to be in\nBenny’s place.
\nMy captor seems able to read my thoughts. “I am going to make a fortune off of\nyou,” he says with a smug, self-assured smile. “You are going to make me a\nwealthy man.”
\nHis finger comes out of my hole. He releases my tit. He tightens the chain\naround my body and turns me toward the camera. I say nothing as he lowers me to\nmy knees and pushes me forward. My hands are pinned against my hips and I fall\nonto my face and shoulders. My long legs are folded beneath me. I sense him\nkneeling behind me, his legs embracing mine, and feel him pulling back the\nfabric of my bikini bottom. His cock is like a burning piece of iron as it\nbrushes against my ass. It slides through the oil that covers my costume and\nskin, branding me. He leans down atop me, using his weight to pin me to the\nfloor. He uses his left hand to guide the tip of his cock toward my love hole.\nOh, god… I can feel it now… pressing against me and sliding between my nether\nlips. It is wet from the oil of his hands, lubricated with the oil from my body.\nIt is inside of me, one inch and then another, penetrating me easily, sapping\nwhat remains of my strength and willpower. I cannot breathe. Three inches in and\nthen four, and I think that I am going to die. Five inches, deep inside me, a\nburning rod of fire, ending the last of my resistance. Six inches, pulsating,\nembraced by a tight but eager pussy. Seven inches, my master, filling me, owning\nme. “Uuuunnnnhhhhh… stop… aaaagggghhhh…”
\nHis weight is crushing me to the floor, forcing my knees to slide outward,\nspreading my legs. His right hand pulls back on the chain, lifting my head and\narching my back. His power rod burns inside of me. I am in utter misery. His\nleft hand grips my arm. He holds me close, pressing his chest against my back,\nsmothering me. His face in is my hair, his breath hot against my left ear. He\nbegins thrusting, rocking back and forth, obliterating me. His pelvis slaps\nagainst my ass. It seems that I no longer possess a conscious, thinking mind.\nAll I can sense and feel are the burning waves of lust and desire that want to\nconsume every part of me. Uuunnnhhh… the sensations are too much for me to\nwithstand. All to quickly, I can feel my orgasm approaching. I am helpless to\ncontrol it. All to quickly, my body is surrendering to the inevitable. With each\nnew thrust, I draw closer to the ultimate defeat. With each new penetration, I\nbecome less a super-heroine and more a slave.
\n“Noooooo… can’t take it… stop… oh, god… stop…”
\nBut I sense something else, something unexpected. The oil on his cock is now\ninside of me, spreading through my pussy, mixing with my own, natural\nlubricants. It is carries a sedative and numbs me ever so slightly. The\nsensations that I am experiencing, though devastating, are not as strong as they\nmight otherwise be. The Sartak, my weakness to sensual stimulation, is not as\npowerful as it was before. The orgasm is not as immediate. My body, it seems, is\nwilling to resist this man. If only my mind can also be convinced to resist.
\nI close my eyes and try to concentrate. I try to look past the erotic images\nthat burn so vividly in my psyche. I try to ignore the sexual fantasies that are\nsweeping through my thoughts. But, oh, god… he is so deep inside of me. Each\nthrust of his huge cock fills me to overflowing. I moan in agony as he\npenetrates me over and over again. My hard nipples jut outward like cherries. I\nam so wet, so close to coming. The tips of my fingers dig into the flesh of my\nhips. My toes curl. His motions become slower, more violent. He struggles for\nbreath. He is pounding me, giving me everything that he has. My tight pussy\naches. I scream. My climax is so close. I cannot take much more—
\nHe rams his cock into me one last time, giving me every inch and then exploding\nwithin my depths. His semen burns like hot shame, streaming into my body with\namazing force and quickly filling me beyond capacity. Fluid spurts from my hole,\nescaping from beneath his shaft, a frothy mixture of oil and love juices that\ndrip to the floor and form a small pool beneath me. He collapses atop my back,\nexhausted, and I feel his cock slowly shrinking inside of me. I try to breathe,\ntry to subdue the sensations that still rage within me. “Must not climax,” I\ngroan to myself. “Must not let this be the end!”
\nFinally, after what seems like a long time, he rises off of me and exhales. He\npulls me up by the collar, into a kneeling, upright position, and reaches around\nmy shoulders to grasp my chin. He forces my head up so that I am looking into\nthe camera. The side of his face presses against mine as he speaks to the\nviewers.
\n“Alright, gentlemen,” he says with a sinister smile. “Let’s get this auction\nstarted. What say we begin with a bid of one hundred thousand American dollars.\nAny takers?”
\n“I will bid one hundred,” the Frenchman begins.
\n“One fifty,” the German counters.
\nBenny rises to his feet and slides his wilted cock back into his pants. He zips\nup as the bidding continues. Two hundred thousand is bid and then two twenty\nfive. He tugs on the chain and keeps me close to his right leg. I am like his\npet, a faithful dog, perhaps. But my anger is building. With each new bid, I\nbecome more indignant. I wonder again at the other young women that have been\nforced to endure this humiliation. How many young girls, many of them not even\nout of their teens, has Benny done this to? How many more will have to suffer\nbefore he is finally stopped? Who is going to stop him if not me? Who is going\nto stop him if I end up in France or Germany or Arabia?
\nI get my right foot under me. I rise up with a swift, fluid motion, knocking\nBenny off balance. A spinning heel kick knocks the chain from his hands. A side\nthrust kick hammers him in the gut and sends him to the floor. With a mixture of\nanger and desperation I convulse to and fro like a madwoman, finally writhing\nfree of the coils of steel links that were wrapped around my body. I grasp the\ntelevision camera in both hands and give my suitors one last close-up of my\nface.
\n“The auction is over!” I shout. “I am a free woman! I am no man’s slave!”
\nI hurl the camera end over end, smashing it into a wall. The picture on the\ncenter screen flickers and then goes black. The other screens remain active long\nenough for me to see the disappointment on the faces of my bidders. But they\nknow that they shall never have me. One by one, the screens go dark as the\nbuyers log off.
\n“You bitch!” Benny screams behind me. “I might have gotten three hundred\nthousand for you!” “You have taken all from me that you shall have,” I reply\nwhile facing him. “Your time as a white slaver has come to an end!”
\nHe is on his feet and walking toward me. I can tell that he thinks he can take\nme. He wants to get a hold of the chain, again. He wants to get control of my\ncollar. But I am tired of being treated like a dog. I can use the chain, too. I\nlift it off of the floor and hold it in my hands. He charges me, determined to\ntake me down, maybe thinking that he can rape me a again. I dodge to the side\nand avoid his groping hands. I wrap the chain around his chest and spin him\naround. I loop it around him a second time and pull it tight. He struggles and\nnearly pulls away. I am too weak to hold him. His left hand gets free and cops a\nfeel on my right tit. He pinches my nipple and I nearly surrender to the\nagonizing sensations. But I cannot fail. Not now. I will not be violated by this\nman ever again.
\n“No!” I shout while slapping his hand away.
\n“Give it up, slut!” he demands while sliding his hand between my legs. “You know\nthat you cannot resist this!”
\nMy knuckles crack off of his chin and his eyes glaze over. His fingers linger in\nmy gap, rubbing my swollen clit one final time before falling away. My abused\npussy tingles but I am once again in control of my feelings. I tighten the chain\naround him and lead him away, down the stairs and back into the dungeon, below.\nThere is a holding cell there, waiting for him. Ursula and Red Angel will soon\njoin him.
\nI return to the stage and, finally alone, collapse onto the floor and rest. I am\nexhausted but victorious. I will eventually call the police and let them know\nthat the Syndicate leaders need to be picked up. I will call Joel Steiner and\nlet him know that I am ok. But for now, I just want to rest. And as I lie there,\nstaring up at the ceiling, I think again of how close I came to becoming a\nslave. But I am not a slave. I am Ms. Marvelous. I am a heroine forever.
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