In many respects it had been the perfect evening, the most romantic Valentine's\nDay in Alexa's 20-year life. A courier had arrived at her dorm room at 4:00 with\na special delivery -- her wardrobe for the evening. Her gown was a $15,000\nHeather D'Adoria original, a tight silk body sheath, thigh-length, draped with\nlayers of gossamer silk crepe and translucent synthetics reminiscent of dense\ncob webs. It was a bit Goth for Alexa's tastes, but her benefactor had\ncompensated with over half a million dollars in jewelry, 2 carat diamond ear\nrings, a cluster of diamond studded tennis bracelets, a diamond and platinum\nanklet, a breathtaking neck piece with a field of fire opals rubies twinkling\naround a massive cats eye, a ruby-studded silken garter, and secret pair of pair\nof golden pasties made of fine golden wire expertly woven into jeweled dragons\nswirling around her nipples. The stockings and garters were French, and the\n6-inch stiletto pumps were Italian of the highest fashion. Dressed like European\nroyalty, she was picked up by a stretch limo at 6:30 and whisked away to the\nPalladium, Ansonia's most exclusive social club where her date for the evening,\nconstruction tycoon Landon Tate, served as president and undisputed overlord.
\nLandon himself met her at the boundary of the red carpet and escorted her toward\nthe door amidst a barrage of camera flashes. Once inside, the premise of the\nevening fund raiser turned out be far more scandalous and Machiavellian than\nAlexa would have thought possible given the proximity of the media. Each guest\nwas provided a domino mask and a stack of \"freedom chips\" and given the\nopportunity to participate in various games of chance distributed about the\nspacious private ballroom. The objective of the decadent game was to win enough\nchips to \"purchase\" the allegiance of the other partygoers, with one price\nrequired to buy \"subordinate\" status, double the price for \"servant\" and triple\nthe price for a \"slave.\" As the President's date and one of the most sultry\ngirls at the event, Alexa was a high priority target to be purchased into\nslavery and to serve her new \"master\" for an evening of unrestricted sex play -\nthe true point of the party. Fortunately, Landon was a master gambler and\ndedicated his play to protecting his date, either buying the allegiance of her\nwould-be masters or threatening their own dates with slavery. It was a very\nprimal and exhilarating experience, and just when it seemed that Landon's luck\nhad run out, it was Alexa herself who had amassed enough chips to thwart a final\nattempt to whisk her away to the club's well-appointed pleasure dungeons. The\nerotic melodrama had had its effect on all, and when Landon finally wrapped his\narms around her petite waist, the sensation was electric.
\nIt was a magical first date and Landon was everything Alexa had ever dreamed\nabout - rich, adventurous, handsome, and powerful. It was just Alexa's luck that\nhe was also a homicidal megalomaniac, with all his wealth and cunning bent on\nthe destruction of the one thing that he didn't already control: Ansonia's sexy\nsupernatural defender, Nightvision.
\n\"My dear Alexa, you've outdone yourself. Two perfect evenings in one week. First\nI get to seduce the most beautiful student at Ansonia State University, then I\nget to take my revenge on the infamous Nightvision, the only person to ever defy\nmy plans.\" And they're both the same woman!\"
\nAlexa had shed her expensive evening gown for the much more practical but no\nless erotic fighting togs of her alter-ego Nightvision. With the approach of\nwinter, she had substituted her usual halter-top leotard for a long-sleeve body\nsuit and tights of rubberized violet-black Lycra, with matching high-heeled\nboots and long latex cape trailing regally to her knees. The skin-tight body\nsuit was trimmed at the thighs, cuffs, and notched collar with violet-metallic\npiping matching the color of her choker, armbands, and silky fighting sash. A\nsleek black eye mask framed her haunting hazel-green eyes and her lush mane of\nauburn hair spilled down to the base of her shoulder blades. It was a daring\nlook befitting her status as the heiress to an ancient Romanian circus family.\nThe sultry costume accentuated her feminine beauty and heightened her air of\ndramatic vulnerability, a hypnotic stage trick that worked just as effectively\non twisted villains as rapt circus crowds. She was the perfect wide-eyed damsel\nin distress, arousing sadistic and sexual urges in her foes that protected her\nagainst sudden death better than the strongest body armor.
\nThough at the moment, this afforded the young heroine precious little comfort.
\nThe teenage vigilante hung suspended from the arm of an enormous cargo gantry,\nher legs encased knee-deep in slab of concrete and her arms secured just away\nfrom her sides by heavy chains anchored to O rings set into each corner of the\nneatly-cut block. The petite heroine was secured to the crane itself by means of\ntwo long steel cables anchored to the block then looped repeatedly around her\nbody in a criss-crossing web to form a sinister bondage harness before looping\nthrough the two heavy hooks of the overhead cargo crane. The coils were cleverly\nconcentrated by means of steel brackets into neat concentric rows around her\nwaist and chest, with two loops dividing her breasts and another two plunging\nbetween her legs to form tight crotch straps. Even with the slab still resting\non the pier, Nightvision could feel the harness shifting and tightening as she\nstruggled, doubtless designed to draw tight under the weight of the block as she\nwas hoisted aloft. But her journey would be short, for only the open ocean\nawaited beneath the 200-foot beam of the crane, an icy gangland grave for\nAnsonia's sexiest crime fighter.
\n\"Is this how you treat all your girlfriend's, Tate? \" Nightvision's retorted,\nthough she could not quite suppress the quiver in her voice. \"A nice 'Dear John'\nletter would have been less trouble.\"
\n\"A fighter to the bitter end, I see. And I do mean bitter.\" And is if the\nemphasize his point, a gust of raw, icy wind buffeted the small crowd, huddled\naround the base of the crane: Landon Tate, his 2 body guards, 4 workmen, Alexa\nherself, and Genevieve Vidal, jaded French heiress-turned-international-assassin\nwho Landon had hired to help him eliminate Nightvision. Better known as Calypso\n-- her code name from her years working as an interrogator for the French\ngovernment -- she had developed a reputation for her innovative tortures. All\nwore heavy coats, hats, and gloves against the raw wind that blew in from the\nsea. All, of course, except for Alexa, whose nipples protruded stiffly through\nthe thin rubbery fabric of her uniform. \"Pity I don't have more time to warm you\nup. Maybe this whole 'inescapable deathtrap' plan wasn't such a good idea after\nall.\"
\nThe stone encasing Nightvision's legs had DEFINITELY been Tate's idea. A pit of\nquick-drying concrete had been concealed beneath a trap door protecting the\nprivate safe in Tate's corporate suite. Alexa had had only a moment to survey\nthe contents of the safe before falling through a narrowing chute into the thick\nooze. The door slid closed above her head and Alexa could only struggle in inky\ndarkness as her feet were frozen in place. After 15 desperate minutes the hiss\nof gas led to inky oblivion. Clearly, she had been expected.
\nNow, the steel harness on the other hand that was almost certainly Genevieve's\ncreation. She had gone to great lengths to fully explain its operation and\nensure that each coil was precisely positioned and well-oiled to encase the\nyoung heroine's body like a bionic snake. In fact, the mysterious grey-eyed\nFrenchwoman demonstrated an uncanny knowledge of mechanics and complex bondage\nfor one so young and arrogant. And the slim case in Geneveive's hand indicated\nthat she wasn't through yet with her sadistic preparations.
\n\"Patience, dearest, \" Geneveive insisted, \"You know as well as I that this girl\nis a witch the whole town whispers of her arcane powers. To kill a witch by your\nown hand is to inherit her curse. Besides, you said yourself you wanted\nNightvision to suffer for her meddling\"
\nWith an inward gasp Alexa saw Tate's countenance briefly soften, clearly\nbattling between his hatred for the vigilante Nightvision and his newly-kindled\npassion for the sexy college sophomore Alexa Tupolov. Despite his jaded\nsensibilities, her daring spirit, clever whit, and amazing love-making had all\nbut won him over. He had at least some misgivings about turning his young lover\nover to the cruel death his jealous fianc had in mind.
\n\"So I did,\" The moment of compassion passed quickly as Landon's hand casually\nstrayed across Alex's breasts to tug at the neat line of steel cables encircling\nher ribcage. \"And if I may say, she looks great in tight bondage.\"
\n\"Landon, listen to me. I know you put something in the concrete of those\nbuildings to make them collapse. But whatever it is its getting out of control.\nSomehow its spreading.\" Alexa had assumed her role as Nightvision to investigate\nthe deadly collapse of several newly-constructed buildings in downtown Ansonia.\nThey were all owned by rival construction firms to Tate Engineering and this\ncoincidence led Nightvision to investigate the research facility. Unfortunately,\njust that afternoon one of the older buildings ADJACENT to one of the new\nconstruction sites had to be evacuated before it too collapsed. \"You have to\nhelp me stop it, or the whole city could be at risk.\"
\n\"Enough!\" Genevieve erupted. \"Your lies won't save you this time, Night Witch.\nIn fact, I think its time we made better use of that mouth of yours.\"
\nGenevieve opened her case to reveal more bondage equipment - a rubber dildo gag\nsome 8 inches long, complete with heavy head and chin straps and a rubber gasket\nat the base to ensure a water-tight seal. The shaft of the gag was lined with a\ndozen small holes and has thick enough to accommodate one of the three silver\ncylinders nestled in foam rubber on the opposite side of the case. The bottles\nwere labeled \"liquid oxygen\" and Alexa could not conceal her look of horror as\nGenevieve lifted the phallic gag from the case.
\n\"That's right, Nightvision, we can't have you drowning on us too quickly.\"\nGenevieve unscrewed the shaft of the gag from its base and slipped one of the\noxygen cylinders into its hollow core. \"I designed this gag myself for under\nwater bondage sessions. It contains enough liquid oxygen for 15 minutes -- ample\ntime to get acquainted with your tomb. Gentlemen, would you help the young lady\nwith her diving gear?\"
\n\"Landon, this is insane!\" Alexa pleaded as one of the workmen walked behind her\nand positioned the gag beneath her chin. \"Professor Parry at Ansonia State has\nalready confirmed that other buildings are crumbling. You need to show him what\nyou are using!\"
\nAlexa's head was pulled back roughly and the gag forced in her mouth, silencing\nany further pleas. The shaft completely filled her mouth and threatened to make\nher wretch as the outer gasket formed a seal around her glossed lips. The young\nvigilante could not suppress a shudder of masochistic arousal as the straps were\nsecured beneath her chin and head, then padlocked into place. A moment later a\nstream of oxygen began hissing into her mouth, filling her lungs, forcing her\ninto a strange rhythm of breathing in through her mouth and out through her\nnose.
\n\"There,\" Genevieve smiled sadistically as she admired her handiwork. \"Now I\nthink its time for the witch girl to go for a little swim.\"
\nAlexa pulled desperately against her restraints as the workmen activated\ngreenish chem-light sticks and secured them to the O-rings around the block,\nallowing her some ghostly illumination so she could appreciate her final moments\non the bottom of the sea. Landon could not resist the opportunity to run his\nhands across her body a final time, slipping the back of his hand across the\nflank of her breast, across her muscular abdomen and across the 6 coils of oily\ncable around her waist. Any compassion Lane had felt for her moments before had\nnow been replaced by sadistic arousal, the rush of ultimate power that came from\ncrushing your adversaries in as cruel a manner as possible. Nightvision could\nnot help but struggle against her chains as the feelings of complete\nhelplessness and mortal fear coursed through her like electric shock, much to\nthe delight of her captors.
\n\"Ahhh, now I think she is starting to fully appreciate her position,\" Genevieve\npreened, as the sexy crime fighter alternately pulled at her right chains, then\nher left with all her might.
\n\"Boys, lets hoist her up, nice and easy now.\"
\nAll turned their gazes instinctively upward as a line of yellow strobe lights\nactivated along the length of the 200-foot boom. The chains overhead clanked and\nswayed then the hooks started rising slowly upward, drawing Nightvision's\nharness tight around her body in a crushing embrace. The young vigilante\nstruggled to remain calm as the cables slipped across her body and the pressure\nworking its way down from her chest to her waist and then to her crotch, drawing\nher back bolt-straight as the weight of the block was transferred to the\nharness. Alexa threw her head from side to side and moaned into her gag as the\nharness pulled mercilessly tight, biting deeply into her flesh and squeezing her\nribcage until her breathing was reduced to short haggard gasps. Alexa's head was\nswimming from pain, fear and partial asphyxiation as the block finally left the\nground, its full weight transitioned to the harness. The young witch-girls' eyes\nwere glazed and her head lolled from side to side as she struggled just to\nbreathe.
\n\"Perfect,\" Genevieve preened as the workman steadied the slow swaying of the\nblock. She held up a remote controlled sheathed in yellow industrial rubber.\n\"The crane is computer controlled. Once activated, the crane will raise you to\nits maximum 150 feet above the ground, then carry you 200 feet out over the\ndeepest part of the channel. You'' have a moment's respite from the harness when\nthe hooks release, followed by your finally plummet into the icy sea.\"
\n\"mmmmpfh,\" was all Alexa could mutter, as the harness seemed to settle in\nmicro-surges tighter around her, easing some of the pressure on her chest only\nto transition it to her waist, then a bit to her thighs and crotch. She\ngrudgingly had to admire the skill of her boyfriend's engineers - given the\nweight of the block it would have been easy for them to inadvertently crush\ntheir victim to death. As it was, the majority if the weight was centered on her\nhips and shoulders, with the wider-spaced coils just biting into her skin and\ncriss-crossing between her breasts. For a man only recently taken to deathtraps,\nhe had designed his extremely well.
\nAnd clearly Landon was impressed by her conduct as well, for his eyes were glue\nto her face, her perfect breast, and her muscular body. Alexa could not help but\nnotice the arousal at his waist.
\n\"I must be getting Calypso out of this weather before she catches cold,\" he\nlooked over at the whip thin French assassin, brows knit in mock sympathy,\n\"Though I must say I've killed many enemies and I find your self-control quite\nmoving. So I have a proposition, in exchange for one final kiss, I will remove\nyour gag, a quick and honorable death at the bottom of the harbor.\"
\nCalypso's eyes suddenly went bright with alarm, her fear of Alexa's purported\nwitch-like powers driving her protest her fiance's decision, if only with her\nbody language. She was afraid that by removing the gag Alexa would be free to\ncast some kind of hex on them. Clearly, Alexa's enemies had no real grasp of\nhere true powers and in this she could take small comfort. Genevieve leaned\nforward with her hand outstretched as if to pull Landon's hands form the gag\nwith the force of her will. But Nightvision spared her the trouble, narrowing\nher eyes and then turning away. She would accept no quarter from a madman like\nhim.
\n\"Alright,\" the edge of menace cut like knife in his voice, \"enjoy your little\ntrip to hell.\"
\nWith that one of the workmen activated the computer, starting Nightvision on her\njourney upward, finally out of the circle of captors and up into open space.
\nDeprived of oxygen, Alexa's normally razor-sharp mind reeled back to the\nprevious summer when she had been shrunk down to the size of a Barbie doll by\nthe Toy Master, fitted with a pair of petite purple mouse ears, and sealed in\nhis terrarium with a brood of young boa constrictors. Despite drenching her in\nan exotic perfume laced with mouse estrogen and sprinkling her chestnut hair\nwith snake-attracting glitter, the \"Nightmouse\" had managed to hold off the\nattacks of the dozen half-starved snakes for hours until her desperate retreat\nled her into striking distance of the monstrous mother boa, whose 16-foot body\nnearly encircled the entire terrarium. Huge jaws engulfed her entire body in the\nblink of an eye and the mother snake could easily have swallowed her alive.\nInstead she chose to bring Alexa back to her lair so her young brood could\npractice crushing and subduing their purple prey before feeding on her. The Toy\nMaster watched with his pop-bottle glasses pressed against the glass as the\nglittering, mouse-eared Nightvision was lowered struggling into the nesting pit\nand one-by-one each young boa eagerly twisted itself around her body. What\nfollowed was a 12-way tug-of-war with every part of Alexa's body locked in the\nslowly tightening embrace of a different snake as each struggled to claim a\nportion of the meal for their own.
\nGenevieve's steel coils lacked some of the evil flair and amphibian horror of\nAlexa's ordeal in the terrarium, but they encircled her body with even more\nbrutal efficiency, pulling her waist corset-tight and forcing her spherical\nbreasts firmly forward while reducing her breathing to labored gasps. The crotch\nstraps dug deep at the extreme points of her spread, pulling the rubbery fabric\nof her costume tight across her pubis mons. The memories of the snakes flooded\nthrough her mind like a waking nightmare as the concrete block shifted and\nswayed in the icy wind, driving surprisingly lively and agonizingly painful\nshifts in her cable harness. She couldn't help but scream into her gag as the\ncrane hooks jolted to a stop just beneath the steel track running the length of\nthe boom out over open ocean. Her arms and legs were going numb which eased the\npain, but confirmed that the harness was all but completely constricting her\ncirculation. If the journey out to the center of the channel took too long there\nwas a very good chance she would be dead before she ever hit the water.
\nFortunately, the cane shifted her out over the water with a sense of urgency\nthat gave Alexa hope. Looking down and her feet embedded in the concrete she\nnoticed that there were still ripples in the surface around her legs like the\nsurface of a pond. The surface of the hallway had turned from solid to liquid\nand then back to solid again that fast. She cursed her luck at having fallen for\nsuch a simple yet foolproof trap.
\nAnd if escaping from the concrete would have been difficult in the pit, it would\nbe doubly so now, suspended from the cargo crane, wrists manacled and chained,\ncape whipping behind her in the icy ocean wind. As the pier with its small crowd\nof captors disappeared behind her, the ocean opened all around, the surf\nslapping idly at the pier in gouts of foam. In the distance perhaps a dozen\nother ships were in port and many were loading or unloading transit containers\nin the non-stop world of maritime trade. But no one could see the tiny figure of\nNightvision being whisked aloft by the unattended crane. No one could hear her\nmuffled cries for help. But Alexa was never quite alone.
\nAlexa what the hell have they done to you? Came the voice in her head. It was\nher identical twin sister, Alicia, also a powerful witch who shared Alexa's role\nas Nightvision.
\nSuspended by cargo gantry on the pier.
\nMy god, I can see you! I'm coming right now \"
\nNo! Alexa forcefully thought back to the psychic twin. Stop Tate and Genevieve!\nCity is in danger.
\nBut what about you? Can you escape?
\nAlexa looked down at the waters far beneath the block, her own body illuminated\nin the ghostly glare of the chem. lights. The wind still whipped all round her\nbut she felt strangely warm. Don't know maybe. Nothing you can do to help me\nnow.
\nAlexa had seriously considered summoning her sister while still on the dock, but\nmuch of their effectiveness as a crime fighting team depended on the two of them\nnever being seen at the same place at the same time. As it was, Alicia would\nhave complete surprise when taking on Tate and his goons - often times their\nopponents were all but too shocked at their \"miraculous\" escapes to even fight\nback. But the price of that advantage for one sister often required the other to\nbear the brunt of their opponent's twisted schemes. A few concussion grenades\nand plastic zip cuffs and Tate would be in custody, though at the moment --\nchained, gagged, and encased in concrete dangling a hundred feet over the frigid\nocean -- Alexa was in no mood to celebrate Nightvision's latest imminent\nvictory. She might well pay for it with her life.
\nCoast Guard is on its way, with a diving team.
\nThe coast guard, Alexa was careful this time to NOT broadcast her thoughts to\nher sister. I feel safer already. At best speed it would take the harbor patrol\n15 minutes to arrive at the scene, another 20 to get divers in the water, and\nanother 25 if they were lucky to locate her position in the murky water. With\ngrim certainly, Nightvision knew she would have to somehow save herself, or she\nwas dead.
\nAlexa's head was swimming as the cranes carriage neared the last of the rotating\nyellow light heralding the end of the long boom. Her body was almost completely\nnumb and it took all of her concentration to command her fingers to form weak\nfists beneath the heavy manacles securing her to the block. She had an almost\noverwhelming urge to just close her eyes and surrender herself to Genevieve's\ntrap, but every moment above the surface was precious - she had to make the most\nof them if she could.
\n\"Mmmmph! Mmmmph!\" Alexa screamed into her gag as she twisted her left leg,\ntrying the reach the top of her left boot with her outstretched fingers. Her\ncaptors were careful to ensure that she would be unable to reach her utility\nbelt but she was just able to dip her fingers into the top of the thigh-hugging\nboot and withdraw a glass test tube which she had stolen from Tate's materials\nlab. She didn't know precisely what it was, but she had a theory.
\nShe had just managed to pull it from her boot, however, when the crane jolted to\na stop, forcing the block to sway and - to Alexa's horror - the test tube to\nslip from her fingers. It shattered on the block near her feet to form a tiny\nstain on the concrete but no more. Alexa moaned into her gag in despair - she\nhad been hoping for something a bit more spectacular. She had a final moment to\nenjoy the heart-stopping view of the Ansonia cityscape from the perilous perch\nhigh above the waters, and then the hooks over her head suddenly released. Her\nheart leapt into her throat she hurled toward the water far below.
\nAny relief Nightvision felt at the sudden loosening of the tension of the steel\nharness was more than offset by the crushing contact with the water. The force\nof the impact must have knocked her semi-unconscious for some moments, for when\nshe regained her senses the frantic motion had stopped, only to be replaced by a\nsensations infinitely worse - deadly cold, fierce pressure in her head, complete\nisolation. Nightvision had reached the bottom of the harbor still standing\nupright, as Tate's clever engineers had surely intended, but the muck and silt\ncomprising the bottom was apparently unable to support the weight. The trapped\nheroine was drawn slowly, inch-by-inch deeper and deeper into the sucking mud.\nFirst to her thighs, then to her hips, then to her waist. With a wrench of\nhorror Alexa confronted the reality that there could be 20 feet of muck at the\nbottom of the harbor. If she couldn't get free quickly, there was a good chance\nthat even her body would never be recovered.
\nFueled by desperation, Alexa turned her full attention to pulling her legs free\nfrom the block. With a new rush of hope, she found that she had a great deal\nmore mobility in her legs than when she was suspended by the crane and it was\nnot simply the weight of the block. The concrete was dissolving around her.
\nThe vial! Alexa thought excitedly. So I was right!
\nMicrobes. That was the secret to all of Tate's plans. Genetically engineered\nbugs that ate concrete like similar strains that fed on wood or crude oil.\nNightvision had snatched the vial at the last possible moment before plummeting\ninto the pit. Now the concrete was dissolving from around her feet just as it\nhad in a number of major municipal building projects run by Tate's competitors\nwho had apparently outbid him.
\nA moment later her legs were free and she produced a small torch from her\nutility belt to go to work on the wrist manacles leaving her attached to some\n150 pounds of heavy chain. Genevieve had left her plenty of oxygen in the gag to\nwork her way through the heavy steel, and Alexa sincerely hoped that her sister\nAlicia made the French heiress's capture as humiliating and painful as possible.\nShe certainly had enough evidence to put Tate and his scheming fiance in jail\nfor long long time.
\n\"... WELL THAT'S a FUNNY ONE PHYLLIS, BUT LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING THAT'S NOT\nFUNNY -- PESTICIDES IN OUR FOOD. \"
\nAlexa Tupolov sat cross-legged in the center of her dorm room floor, amidst a\ncacophony of blowing fans, blaring music and the inane chatter of the local\ntelevision station played at top volume. Her arms were outstretched in the lotus\nposition, palms upward, and to the casual observer it almost appeared that she\nwas meditating peacefully amidst the den of noise and chilly air. But her brief\ntwo-piece exercise outfit was soaked with sweat and her entire body quivered\nfrom the immense mystical exertion that took a physical toll greater than the\nmost demanding physical workout. The focus of her efforts were two simple\ntumblers of water -- one to her right and one to her left - that hung suspended\nin empty space two feet above the ground and some six feet beyond her finger\ntips. The two glasses wobbled only slightly despite the din as Alexa struggled\nto extend her focus to a third tumbler on the floor directly in front of her.\nThe glass occasionally tipped and wobbling but stubbornly refused to lift into\nthe air. Despite al her efforts, the triple levitation was a challenge that had\nalluded her for months.
\nAlexa and her twin sister Alicia had known for years that they were witches,\ndescended from an ancient Romanian blood line jealously guarded by the Gypsy\nclans of Eastern Europe. Their father Paulo had secreted both his young\ndaughters out of Romania as babies to avoid the Gypsy practice of \"culling\" -\nmurdering of the second-born of female identical twins. Though Paulo's act\ncertainly saved Alicia Tupolov's life, it also deprived them of the training and\nsecret knowledge normally imparted to the developing witches by the Clan Elders.\nThe twins shared a telepathic bond their entire lives, but with the onset of\npuberty both began manifesting powerful empathic abilities to read and actually\nabsorb the feelings and emotions of others. Untrained and with their father\npowerless to help them, the sisters were left to deal with the constant\nbombardment of conflicting emotions as best they could, first learning to endure\nthe presence of individuals and slowly developing the ability to move among\ncrowds by filtering out unwanted emotions. It had been a long and traumatic\nprocess, and left the sister's still completely ignorant of what other powers\nthey might posses and when they might unexpectedly emerge. One such latent\nskill, Alexa had learned, was apparently telekinesis.
\nAs usual, Alexa had learned of her new ability as a matter of desperate need\nwhile serving as her alter-ego, the vigilante Nightvision. She was still just a\nfreshman at prestigious Ansonia University when the school was racked by a\nsudden rash of suspicious suicides. With the police powerless to help, Alicia\nand Alexa used their empathic abilities to search for suspects and their\nattention quickly turned to Dr Cyrus Bender, one of the university's top\nprofessors in Neuroscience. Donning her new Nightvision costume, Alexa had\ninvestigated his recent construction project near the campus radio station to\ndiscover that the doctor was using the station's FM transmitter to bombard the\nentire campus with some form of mind-altering energy. Yet before she could slip\nout to alert the authorities, the single door the concrete facility was locked\nand barred, and Alexa found herself trapped in an RF test chamber with Dr Bender\nhimself staring down at her from a small shielded control booth. As Alexa\ndesperately searched the test chamber for some alternate means of escape, Bender\nexplained that he had perfected a new technology capable of artificially\ninducing the purest of human emotions using radio waves to directly stimulate\nvarious regions of the brain. The intensity of the emotion was limited only by\nthe power of the transmitter and the duration of the exposure, so naturally the\nmilitary was interested in the potential application of his invention as a new\nweapon. They had provided him the funding the build the test facility, which\nwould focus the full power of the college's radio transmitter into a small\nenclosed space, simulating the potential of a steered array military\ntransmitter. His tests on animals had proven brutally effective - his\nANGER-inducing frequency caused docile rabbits to rip each other to pieces and\nhis FEAR setting caused trained pit bulls to cower quivering in the corner. Even\nincidental exposure to the radiation had driven several moody college students\npassing by the facility to commit suicide. But Nightvision would be the first to\nexperience the full force of his invention at full power.
\nBender theorized that subjecting her to a repeating succession of powerful\nemotions would have the most devastating psychological effect and that within\nminutes she would be willing to do anything to end her ordeal. And to help her\nalong, he introduced to Alexa to her asphyxiation collar, a device she had\nalready discovered on a table inside the steel mesh walls of the chamber. By\nlocking the broad collar around to her own throat and turning the pressure wheel\nat the back she could slowly constrict her own airway until she suffocated, a\nslow and painful death but one that would leave no permanent marks on her body\nthat would point to foul play. He had selected the sequence of emotions based on\nthe intensity of the sensations they produced - GRIEF, FEAR, AROUSAL, ANGER,\nLAUGHTER. She would endure each emotion for 1 minute with the transmitter slowly\nramping up from 40% to 100% power after 6 cycles. Of course, Bender would need\nto evacuate the facility for the actual test due to the danger of energy\nleakage, but he couldn't resist the temptation to personally give her at least a\ntaste of what was in store for her, starting with his most complex emotion ---\nAROUSAL. Even at 20% power Alexa remembered the sensation washing over her like\na powerful head rush as her brain suddenly flooded with endorphins. She could\nmaintain her balance only by pressing her back hard against one of the steel\nwalls, her vision narrowing to long tunnels and her heart racing in her chest\nand her crotch tingling madly. Bender prattled on about having a way with women\nwhile Nightvision dug her gloved fingers into the mesh of her prison as the\nunnatural sense of arousal that had started in her brain flooded through her\nbody in waves of heat, electricity, and throbbing pain. The mad scientist left\nthe AROUSAL signal on for many long minutes as he made final preparations for\nNightvision's grisly death, noting with amusement as the petite coed's nipples\nwent rock hard beneath the violet-metallic fabric of her body suit and the\nglossy band of fabric covering her pussy darkened with her own cum.
\nWith great effort, Alexa had managed to look up and match gazes with her captor.\n\"You seem to be . mhhhhh enjoying the show. Maybe you should come down here and\nhelp a girl work off a little steam.\"
\nWith that Bender laughed. \"Ohh, I assume you, I'm already quite erect, just from\nthe residual radiation leaking through the shields. I'm afraid there's very\nlittle any man could do to satisfy the lust that is taking over your mind. And\nI'm afraid its only the beginning.\"
\nCOUNTDOWN ACTIVATED EVACUATE FACILITY IMMEDIATELY COMMENCING HIGH POWER PROGAM\nIN 60 SECONDS . EVACUATE FACILITY IMMEDIATELY.
\nThe AROUSAL signal finally relented, and Nightvision dropped to her knees in\nexhaustion. Bender had proven to the young vigilante beyond a shadow of a doubt\nthat his invention was very real and the Alexa was in serious trouble.
\n\"But I hate to see such a beautiful girl suffer longer than necessary, so I'll\nmake you an offer. If you put the collar on now, then I'll set the AROUSAL stage\nfor 90 seconds instead of 60. I guarantee you'll find it much more difficult to\ndon the collar once the full power sequence has started. The AROUSAL phase at\nleast offers you some opportunity for conscious thought compared to the other\nmore primal emotions. To plan your daring escape of course.\"
\nBender seemed to be enjoying every second of her emotional turmoil and\nuncertainly. Finally she lifted up her own hair and slipped the collar around\nher own slim throat. snapping the mechanism shut with a solid CLACK. The 4\nridged nooses felt chillingly like fingers, ready to squeeze.
\n30 SECONDS TO INITIAL PHASE ACTIVATION PLEASE CLEAR TEST AREA IMMEDIATELY.\"
\n\"Excellent choice.\" Bender's smile was merciless. \"It a pity I can't stay around\nto observe your final agonies, but I will be taping your ordeal for later\nresearch. Farewell Nightvision.\"
\nThe initial wave of sadness hit had Alexa like the first drop of a roller\ncoaster as the display on the wall showed the transmitter climb to 40%. She\ndropped to all fours, hands clenched into fists as bitter tears streamed down\nher face and she fought hopelessly to hold down the racking moans. Rather than\ndissipating over time as would genuine sorrow, the feelings intensified over\ntime, only to yield after 60 seconds to the even tighter grip of blinding fear\nlike her purest nightmare. The shadows came alive with menace and she started\ndesperately clawing at the door for escape, only halted by the sudden wave of\narousal that dropped her to the ground with the force of a stomach blow. The\ndesire to caress her own body was irresistible as she surged toward climax after\nclimax, her erotic struggles only interrupted by the wall over anger and\nfrustration that was focused purely in herself. The emotional surge from darkest\nrage to helpless laugher gave Nightvision just long enough to note that the\nmachine was still only at 55%. As she doubled over with laughter the joke was\ndefinitely on her.
\nAlexa lost track of how many full cycles she had endured in the machine, but\neach emotion ripped through her with unrelenting force - one moment she\nblubbered uncontrollably at sense of unimaginable loss, the next she was lost in\nblinding fear, then white hot with humiliating arousal, blinded by\nuncontrollable rage, then nearly suffocated with endless spasms of laughter. The\nwrenching emotional transitions compounded the torture and, true to Bender's\nhypothesis, she was soon eager to take any action required to end her suffering.\nFortunately, Bender's asphyxiation collar required a large number of turns to\nfully activate and frustration at her slow demise led the trapped heroine to the\neven more desperate scheme of attempting to reach out with her witches mind into\nthe control room and turn off the transmitter. No one was more amazed than\nNightvision when she finally managed to turn it off, finally emptying the\nchamber of the deadly emotional waves. Bender went to jail for his experiments\non the student body and Alexa vowed to improve on her telekinetic abilities\nshould they be needed again.
\n\"AND IN OTHER NEWS BILLIONAIRE CONSTRUCTION MAGNET IAN TATE WAS RELEASED THIS\nMORNING FOLLOWING THE DISTRICT Attorney's DECISION TO DROP ALL CHARGES \"
\nBoth glasses suddenly hit the floor and Alexa snapped her head toward the\ntelevision with a start. Tate?!! Released?!! It was unfathomable, especially\nconsidering the evidence she had passed on to the Police. Tate should have gone\nto the pen for 30 years.
\n\"TALKING\"
\nAlexa stood up and turned off the radio a TV, stunned and angry. .
\nRING .
\nThe ringing of the phone gave Alexa a start, she had a sinking feeling in the\npit of her stomach that she knew who it was.
\n\"Hello.\"
\n\"Hey ... Alexa. I'm back from jail. Did you miss me?\"
\n\"I don't know what kind of tricks you pulled to get of jail, Tate, but I'll\nnever let you get away with this.\"
\n\"You still sore at me for dumping you into the harbor like that sorry, I guess I\ngot a little carried away. Not that it slowed you down any. How did you do that\nby the way?\"
\n\"I'm a witch, remember? Killing me is bad luck. I was just doing you a favor?\"
\n\"I like your spirit, Alex. I've never seen someone look so sexy and brave facing\ntorture and slow death. It was a real rush.\"
\n\"Guess I just knew something you didn't.\"
\n\"Apparently. Hey I got you something .. check outside your door.\"
\nThe blood rushed through Alexa's ears at the stony silence. Was someone in the\ndorm.
\n\"Don't worry, if I wanted you dead you'd be dead already. Just go check it out.\"
\n\"Ok. Hang on.\"
\nAlexa padded slowly to the door and peeped the through the peephole, noting with\na weary sigh what little protection the flimsy door truly offered against Tate's\narmy of profession killers on Tate's payroll. To her relief there was no one\noutside, and a metal briefcase. Slowly we opened the door surveyed he hall then,\nbrought the case into her dorm room.
\n\"Okay I got it.\"
\n\"Well open it up, Alexa! I made it just for you.\"
\nBiting her lip Alexa slipped open the polished steel latches and lifted the lid.\nShe cold not suppress a little gasp.
\nIt was a high-tech, erotic interpretation of Alexa's Nightvision uniform, a\nlong-sleeve body suit, cape, cowl, and high-heeled boots all made of a luscious\nviolet-black material that stretched like spandex but gleamed like wet rubber.\nThe body suit was French cut and custom sculpted to hug the contours of her\nbody, with a modest keyhole to highlight her cleavage and a discrete zipper\nthrough the crotch to provide easy access to her sex. A beautiful, stylized\nsilver owl emblem twinkled on the left shoulder patch and left breast cup. The\ncowl was open at the scalp allowing her mane of chestnut hair to flow free and\nher face was largely exposed except for an eye mask that started high on the\nbridge of her nose and angled across her cheekbones to frame her pouting hazel\neyes. Her thigh-high boots were apparently made of the same material as her body\nsuit with stout four-inch heels that at least gave her some freedom of movement.\nThe short gloves were of the finest black kid leather with non-slip pads. Her\nnew utility belt also bore the stylized emblem of the screeching owl but had\nonly four compartments, already equipped with blinking electronic devices - no\ndouble tracking and communication devices of some kind. The outfit left little\nto the imagination, and was clearly designed more for fetish appeal than for\noperational utility.
\n\"You like it? I hope you don't mind that a made a few improvements to the\noriginal design. But the inspiration is all you.\"
\n\"You're recruiting a captain of a super-powered drill team? Sorry, but I can't\ndance.\"
\n\"Ohh, I know you better than that. In fact, I know you have expensive tastes, so\nlook in the jewelry box.\"
\nAs usual, Tate had included an array exquisite adornments with his erotic\nversion of the Nightvision myth, including huge violet amethyst earrings, a\nchoker with an amethyst center piece circled with diamonds, a gorgeous platinum\nand topaz broach for her cape, diamond studs for her upper ears, a dainty\nsapphire toe ring, a jeweled clasp for her cape, and a pair of pasties of gold\nfiligree also bearing the stylized screeching owl symbol on her uniform.\nEverything was of top quality and perfectly designed for her, incorporating her\nnew professional owl logo. It was if Nightvision had recently signed with a\ncorporate sponsor.
\n\"And lucky me, its just my size.\"
\n\"Of course. And just to complete your new look, I've provided you with some new\ngrooming supplies. Look in your bathroom.\"
\nAlex's ears were ringing as she stepped through the doorway into her tiny dorm\nbathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. Just as Landon had suggested, all her\nbargain toiletries were gone and replaced with new top-of-the-line cosmetics,\nlotions and medications --vivid theatrical make up, high-gloss hair oil, hair\nand body glitter, sexy Italian perfume.
\nBut any appreciation she might have felt at the style upgrade was more than\noffset by the line of drugs on the bottom shelf - appetite suppressants for\ncrash weight loss, powerful birth control pills to completely suppress her\nperiod, female hormone boosters to promote fertility and lactation, a generous\nsupply of a notorious date rape drug known to promote extended \"erections\" of\nthe female clit and nipples, and several tubes of a Japanese black lab\nnano-lubricant designed to leave her sex tight but ultra-slick and highly\nelastic for \"extreme\" sexual encounters. Tate had thoughtfully provided separate\napplicators for her pussy and ass.
With the sultry new costume, flashy make-up, and erotic drugs he was clearly\nplanning to remold Nightvision into a fantasy character of his own design. He\nhad apparently become obsessed with the eroticism and excitement of their last\nencounter so was planning to reenact their battle, except with all the odds\nstacked totally in his favor and the details modified to his own sadistic\ntastes. By changing out all her equipment and costume he could eliminate any\nadvantage she might have from trick weapons or high-tech gadgets. By\nelectronically tracking her movements he would eliminate any element of surprise\nor deception. And by establishing himself up front as a \"villain\" and\nthreatening the entire city he could lead her into any situation he desired.
\nAnd Alexa could guess the kinds of \"situations\" Tate had in mind. He clearly\nintended that she be awash in hormones and sexually aroused at all times. Her\npetite, hourglass body would be completely at his disposal for whatever sadistic\nsex-games he could dream up with his almost limitless resources. Whatever he had\nin mind for Nightvision, Tate clearly would not be satisfied with simply\nchaining her up and throwing her into the ocean.
\nHis voice purred menacingly into her ear. \"From now on, whenever you go out as\nNightvision, I want you to wear your new uniform. Of course, it's a bit more\nrevealing than your last togs, so from now on you're on a strict diet of water,\nvitamins, and the appetite suppressants I've supplied in your bathroom. I've\nmade you an appointment downtown for a body wax, nails, and collie treatment.\nYou'll be amazed how clean and fresh you feel once you're thoroughly purged.\nSorry, no last meals.\"
\n\"Landon, this is sick. What is it you want?\"
\n\"What is it I want - why just what YOU want, Alexis. I want you to sacrifice\nyourself to deadly villains to ransom your precious city. I want to see you\nbound, helpless and aroused as your enemies torment and humiliate you, then\ncommit you to almost certain death as an example to others that resistance is\nfutile. I want to see your amazing instincts for survival tested to the very\nlimits of physical and mental endurance. And I want to watch.\"
\nAlexis was stunned by the eloquence of Landon's rant. \"Couldn't you just buy a\nnewspaper?\"
\n\"My dear. Alexa .,\" Tate burst out into laughter. \"You never cease to amaze me.\nUnfortunately, your secrets you keep very well guarded. I've witnessed your\nuncanny talents for outwitting death first-hand. I want to see for myself how\nyou do it. Unless, of course, you care to just tell me?\"
\n\"No,\" Alexa returned to the metal case and held up the cape. The material was\nsilky soft to the touch but with surprising heft and iridescent sheen. Secretly,\nshe couldn't wait to try it on. \"That wouldn't be my first choice.\"
\n\"That's what I was counting on. Drink plenty of water with your vitamins and,\nremember, no solid foods after your purging. Take all your medications three\ntimes a day - I'm afraid you'll find your body highly sensitive, so you might\nwant to get some loose sweaters and skirts for when you're not in uniform. Lube\nup each time you put on your uniform, to help you get in the mood.\"
\n\"You seem to have this game all planned out. But what makes you think we're\nplaying this by your rules?\"
\n\"Because we both have a little secret, don't we. Legal outcomes aside, you know\nthat my nanomites can destroy a building in a manner of hours. For any act of\nrebellion, I will destroy one building while its fully occupied. If you flee, or\ntell anyone else about our little game, then I'll destroy them all.\"
\nFingers of ice crept up and down Alexa's body while Tate awaited his reply. She\nlooked down at the case and ran her fingers across the mask. Alexa had observed\nfor herself the power of Tate's \"nanomites\" to consume concrete, but they had\nleft no trace in either the concrete or the vial which Nightvision had lifted\nfrom Tate's safe. It was as if the nanomites simply didn't exist, Alexa's\nfailure to find any hard evidence directly contributed to Tate's early release.
\n\"Okay, we play this your way. For now.\"
\n\"Very good decision. You have a new bio-monitor in the case -- wear it at all\ntimes. It will verify that you are being faithful with your mediations.\"
\n\"But you forgot one key part of why I like being Nightvision - when I outsmart\nthe villain and his overly-complex deathtrap and kick his ass before sending him\nto jail for life.\"
\n\"Yes,\" Landon turned cold. \"There is no valor without hope hmmm dear Alexis.\nYou'd better be off to your waxing ... it could be a busy week.\"
\nWith that he hung up, leaving Alexa to stand awe struck at the sudden change of\nevents. She set Tate's case down on the bed and held the trunks and top against\nher body in the mirror. Not surprisingly, the suit was a perfect fit, reinforced\nin just the right places to hug the contours of her body without binding or\ncreeping. The faint zipper through the crotch was the only seam visibility on\nthe amazing outfit. If she could somehow survive Tate's trap it would make and\nexcellent addition to her collection, except that she would not have a duplicate\ncopy of it for Alicia.
\n\"Alicia,\" she whispered, feeling suddenly lonely for her sister. She wanted\ndesperately to contact her, tell her everything. Enlist her aid in defeating\nTate a second time. But it was too risky. Whatever sadistic plans Landon had in\nstore for Nightvision, he was certainly demented enough to make good on his\nthreat to level the city if she did anything other than surrender herself to his\nplans.
\nWith a sigh she placed the costume pack in its case, and slipped a pair of\nsweats over her leotard. She had only read about these exclusive spa cleansing\ntreatments in magazines but was confident the process would take hours. And it\nwas looking like rain.
\nNightvision stepped carefully out onto a steel utility bridge leading out over a\ndeep pool and into the secure courtyard of the Wind River Nuclear power plant,\nits broad concrete walkways and deep storage lagoons for spent radioactive rods\nbathed in eerie greenish light from the strange glowing cloud that hung over the\nplant like a churning aurora borealis. Lightening danced in the distance all\naround as black hurricane clouds churned out a steady deluge of drowning rain.\nBut no rain fell in the courtyard, just a hot dry wind and a powerful electric\ntension that told her she was finally at the eye of the storm.
\nThe violent thunder storms had descended on Ansonia the same night Alexa got\nhome from the \"appointment,\" and it had gripped Ansonia in a maelstrom of\ndriving rain and damaging winds for three days with no sign of relenting. It\ndidn't take much imagination to guess who was truly behind the unnatural storm\n-- Tate was clearly manufacturing a threat to the city to force Nightvision into\naction and ultimately lure her into his perverted but highly lethal deathtraps.\nAlexa had managed to survive a string of kinky ordeals and had been rewarded\nwith information leading her to the source of the storms - a huge steel\ntransmission tower in the courtyard of the plant that was redirecting all of is\npower production into the atmosphere. She knew that it was here she could\nfinally save Ansonia from the grip of the rising floodwaters and ravaging winds\ngenerated by Tate's weather machine. Assuming, of course, she could survive his\nnext elaborate custom-designed deathtrap.
\nA rush of dark excitement shot through her body as she glanced at her own\nreflection in the water of the storage lagoon -- she had to admit she looked and\nfelt like the ultimate heroic damsel in distress. Tate's top-dollar body suit\nclung to her like glossy leather, corset-tight around her waist to highlight the\nflare of her hips and highly elastic at the chest with integrated rubber support\nridges to smoothly envelop her firm, spherical breasts. Her rock-hard nipples\nstrained defiantly against the dark, iridescent fabric, and screeching owl on\nher chest rose and sank with her breathing. Her silky cape floated dramatically\nbehind her and her runway-perfect hair flowed like molten copper over her\nshoulders as she scanned from side to side for signs off danger. Tate's cowl\nappeared as a seamless extension of her body suit, serving as both turtleneck\ncollar and eye mask and making her already exotic green eyes seem huge. The\nrubbery material closely followed the contours of her youthful face so that none\nof her facial expressions were concealed. Alexa's sparkling bangs swooped all\nthe way down to the top of her sad Romanian eyes knitted in secret arousal. The\n$80,000 of jewelry at her throat and ears glowed in the unnatural green\ntwilight.
\nAnd if Tate's new costume played directly to Alexa's natural fetishes for sexy\ncostumes, lavish jewelry, and extreme danger, then the cocktail of drugs\namplified her erotic suffering 10-fold. Her engorged breasts and ovaries\nthrobbed in response to the massive doses of synthetic hormones and her clit\nstood at stiff attention within the folds of her manicured pussy. She was\ncontinuously wet even without the compounding effect of the nano-lubricant,\nwhich left her hyper aware of her innermost recesses and its network of secret G\nspots. Only amazing material of her costume preserved her dignity, efficiently\ndissipating the moisture constantly building up around her nipples and sex. She\nhad not been able to sleep since taking her initial regimen of drugs, and no\namount of manual stimulation could even put a dent in her supercharged libido.\nFortunately, Tate had left her little time for peaceful contemplation,\npreferring instead to call her into frequent action as Nightvision.
\nBut, so far, Tate's planning had proven far more effective than his execution\nand Alexa had proven herself more than capable in outwitting a string of his\nhalf-baked erotic deathtraps. On her first morning she read in the papers that\nthe pumps in the cities sewers were failing one by one, and she had faithfully\ndonned her new Nightvision costume to investigate. But when she entered into the\nmaze of tunnels beneath the city to investigate, she found that they were\ninfested with paramilitary troops equipped with infrared goggles and armed with\ntranquilizing dart guns. The strong levels of undirected sexual arousal\nemanating from each of her opponents gave clear proof that they had instructions\nto rape or sexually abuse her upon capture, and all were eager to be first. Tate\nhad clearly envisioned a sinister cat-and-mouse game with Nightvision fleeing\ndesperately through the darkness until finally overcome by the effects of\nmultiple dart strikes, then gang raped by her captors. Fortunately, to a\npowerful empath like Alexa, her opponents' strong emotions revealed their\npositions far better than the finest infrared equipment, and she soon discovered\nthat that a maze of smaller sewer pipes interconnecting the larger tunnels\nprovided the perfect opportunity to move from pump to pump all but unnoticed.\nShe descended with eerie silence on the sole guards at each station and defused\nthe explosives.
\nA few hours later she was called in to stop a runaway barge that was bearing\ndown on a downtown bridge packed with creeping rush-hour traffic. Riding the\nhigh-powered Katana motorcycle Tate had provided as her new \"official\" vehicle,\nshe had managed to intercept the barge just north of town and jumped aboard from\na deserted overpass. To her distress, she found that the barge was loaded with\nheating oil and rigged to explode, its controls booby-trapped, and the vessel\ncrawling with masked female ninjas. Their swords were blunted and instead\ndelivered a powerful electric shock with each hit, and Alexa fought a pitched\nbattle to reach the tiny control cabin, before falling victim to a trap door\nthat opened beneath her feet. Surprisingly, she found herself, not in dire\nperil, but in a Hollywood-style bondage dungeon complete with a rack, padded\nriding horse, and burly well-oiled \"executioners\" in black hoods. The men had\nintended to bind her as soon she fell through the trap door but were apparently\nsurprised by her early arrival. Nightvision took full advantage of their amateur\ndisarray to stun them with the sword she still carried and chain them to their\nown toys. Even more surprising, they had built their \"pleasure dungeon\" directly\nbeneath the main control cabin and the auxiliary control panel greeted her on\nthe rear bulkhead. It was a simple mater to just turn the rudder hard left and\nrun the floating bomb hard aground along the rain-swollen banks.
\nNext, Nightvision was summoned to negotiate a hostage situation at the Ansonia\nMuseum of Natural History. Tate himself, concealed behind a terrorists mask, led\na team that took 30 school children hostage in what was apparently a botched art\nheist, and in tense stand-off with police agreed to exchange them for\nNightvision. He insisted that the media be present for her public surrender and\nwatched with angry satisfaction as she was forced to bind herself on public\ntelevision, first securing her ankles with steel manacles, then adding a slave\ncollar and ball gag, before locking her own arms behind her back with more steel\nmanacles and kneeling at the feet of her masked captors. Tate's men then\ndescended upon her, added locks to her bondage and sealing her dramatically\ninside a padded \"coffin\" for transport to his secret lair.
\nBut here again, Tate's libido betrayed him, for Alexa found herself not\nconfronting imminent death, but in a spacious bedroom, clad only in a G-string\nand her pasties, bound spread-eagle in the center of a huge bed. Tate introduced\nher to his six \"Tiger Lilies' -- the same Asian assassins she had fought on the\nbarge -- who specialized in the erotic acupuncture and execution by complex\nmanual constriction. At Tate's bidding, all six naked and oiled women descended\non Alexa, licking, caressing, kissing and biting her body producing waves of\narousal that the young vigilante could never have imagined, leading to hours of\nerotic acupuncture that stimulated her just as completely as Dr Benders emotion\nmachine. However, Tate's assumption that Alexa would simply surrender to his\nerotic games again proved incorrect. Even as they removed her restraints to kill\nher in a sexy but impractical \"human knot\" the young vigilante overcame her\nwell-oiled assailments and slipped out of the compound in one of their discarded\nninja costumes.
\nThat afternoon, an exhausted Nightvision had been summoned by Tate's radio unit\nto save a cruise ship foundering just off the coast of Ansonia. For the\nadventure, Tate had provided her with catsuit version of her sultry Nightvision\ncostume and informed her that here motorcycle could also function as a personal\nwar craft. One out to sea, she had been intercepted almost immediately by a\nsquadron of shock troops also on water bikes and had been driven in a desperate\nchase into the center of a ring of fishing nets. Once the circle was closed,\nNightvision's bike suddenly failed, leaving the sexy heroine suspended in a\nwatery arena in the midst of a pack of huge sharks. Her only possible sanctuary\nfrom the mindless killing machines was a small research station positioned at\nthe center of arena, bathed in searchlights to better film the deadly show.
\nThe sharks were upon her almost immediately, circling around her in an\never-tightening ring then darting in for the kill. She had managed to fight them\noff for many tense minutes before one monster got a solid grip on her left arm,\nand Alexa was forced to confront her own imminent demise. Tate had other plans,\nthough, as Alexa discovered to her relief and horror that the sharks teeth had\nbeen covered in serrated dentures of soft rubber, which protected her from their\nrazor-sharp teeth while providing natural crevices to protect her from the worst\npressure of their crushing jaws. Instead of being rent limb from limb, Alexa was\npummeled, whipped and dragged through the water as the six sharks tried again\nand again to consume her the only way they could - whole. It was a brutal and\nno-doubt highly entertaining battle for those watching from the safety of the\nresearch facility as Alexa kicked spun and twisted away from the huge jaws of\nher ravenous attackers, on many occasions caught it in the middle off brutal\ntug-o-wars and finding herself sliding down the sucking gullet of one shark\nafter another. On two occasions she got to enjoy the unique experience of the\nhuge jaws closing down around her as her legs slipped treacherously down the\nsoft gullet and as she finally neared the research station a her small\nrebreather was knocked from her mouth by a dual collision with charging sharks.\nIt was in dramatic fashion that she finally made it to the airlock, narrowly\nescaping death at the hands of the pack but no doubt delivering herself to an\neven more fiendish fate at the hands of her former beau.
\nExhausted, bruised and semi-conscious, Alexa was taken by burly guards in black\nrubber uniforms to the forward most chamber of the station which they called the\n\"torpedo room.\" There she was greeted by what could only be described as a\nmanned torpedo, a rocket-like cylinder with a sharply tapering windshield,\nminiature motorcycle handlebars, and scalloped banana seat with two foot rests\nset far back just front of the high-torque twin props. Like a racing bike, the\nrider would be almost horizontal on the sleek craft with her head tucked beneath\nthe small wind screen and feet tailing behind with knees clamped around the\ncontoured fuselage and pelvis nestled tightly in the padded seat. Unlike a\nracing bike, though, the handle bars and foot rests were equipped with wrist and\nankle manacles on short chains and the seat featured a fat 10-inch studded dildo\nwith a secondary suction cup for the rider's clit. Two chains secured to a\nrubber \"pilots belt\" allowed some slack for the occupant to struggle but not\nnearly enough to actually slip free of the vibrating phallus. A sleek visored\nhelmet with an integrated water-tight rubber collar completed the set-up with\ntwo slim oxygen hoses ensuring she could breath for the duration of her brief\njourney on the human torpedo.
\nAnd it likely wouldn't be long, for the steering bar was locked in position with\nonly minimal play and the nose of the craft was loaded with 500 pounds of high\nexplosives, the craft computer programmed to home in on the luxury line\nCARIBBEAN DREAM waiting out the freak storm some 8 miles off the coast of\nAnsonia. Once launched, Alexa's stimulation would increase the closer she got to\nthe cruise ship. She would have approximately 5 minutes of steadily mounting\ntorture to somehow escape the torpedo or steer it with her minimal control to\none side of the ship, causing the torpedo to turn about and home in again. And\nwhen Nightvision fled, or finally failed to steer the torpedo to one side, she\nwould cause the deaths of thousands of innocent people.
\nHer cat suit had been equipped with a discrete crotch seam just like her primary\nuniform and she could only struggle hopelessly as she was led to the torpedo sub\nand secured into her custom-fitted helmet and bondage belt, then exposed to\nreveal her freshly trimmed, hyper-lubricated pussy. Eager hands groped her as\nshe was drawn forcefully across the sub then positioned like a sprinter on the\nstarting blocks until the head of the dildo parted her nether lips. She could\nnot suppress her moans as she was slowly forced down on the huge dildo then\nchained in place at the waist with just enough slack to struggle erotically\nherself, with great effort, to within an inch of freedom but no closer. It\ncertainly would have been a harrowing ride and Alexa could only shudder at the\nthought of the dildo coming to life inside her as she hurled toward the ship\nloaded with innocent tourists. But again, Tate's plan failed to take into\naccount the talents of his would-be victim. It was a simple matter for Alexa to\ntelepathically pull the \"release\" lever before her bondage was secured dropping\nthe torpedo bike prematurely into the launch tube. A moment later she activated\nthe engine and surged out the underwater facility and into the open ocean, the\nwarhead still deactivated in the nose of her craft.
\nIs was less than 8 hours after pulling herself exhausted onto the shore of\nCardemon Beach that Alexa was once again summoned to suit up as Nightvision to\nconfront yet another of Tate's perils. Despite all of Alexa's successes, the\nrain itself continued to relentlessly pound Ansonia, and within 24 hours all the\narea rivers and streams would overflow their banks, driving a general evacuation\nand mass havoc. Tate had sent Nightvision the plan's for his \"weather machine,\"\na network of 6 towers distributed on the hilltops surrounding the Wind River\nnuclear plant and controlled by a central tower in the plant's central courtyard\ndedicated to deep water storage lagoons for spend nuclear fuel. Whatever perils\nawaited Nightvision in the courtyard, at least she could take some comfort from\nthe fact that regardless of the outcome, the 4-day storm that had gripped her\nadopted city would soon be over.
\n\"Tate?!\" Alexa called out, her lush Romanian accent sounding much calmer than\nshe felt. \"Tate come on out - we have to talk! There is something very strange\nabout your plans for this rain machine.\"
\nBut Alexa's call was answered only by the powerful electric buzz emanating from\nthe tall thin tower, its crowned by a huge ball of green ionized gas like a golf\ntall on tall tee. Her boots crunched on the sandpaper strips lining the arcing\nbridge and she risked only a furtive glance over her shoulder as heavy bolts\nwithin door to the courtyard shot into the door frame sealing the young\nvigilante inside. A wave of dizziness washed through her as she forced herself\nto focus on the details of the trial that awaited her.
\nThe courtyard was laid out like a 3-by-3 grid of square deep-water containment\npools, each dedicated to the storage of a generation of spent fuel rods. The\npools were subdivided by broad concrete walkways and high concrete walls rose\nall around her like a maximum security prison. The base of Tate's tower emerged\nfrom the water of the center pool and extended over a hundred feet skyward to\nthe huge greenish plasma ball, it sickly light reflecting off the glassy smooth\nsurfaces of the storage lagoons. The tower was apparently held aloft by means of\nfour cables, each secured to an iron drainage grate in one corner of the\ncourtyard. The stifling air smelled heavily of ozone, oil, and hot metal. High\nup on each wall was a guard post balcony and as soon as the door locked shut\nbehind Nightvision, a pair of paramilitary guards stepped out onto each balcony,\nclad in black rubberized body armor, their faces concealed behind mirrored\nvisors. Eight high-powered rifles were trained on Alexa as she moved off the\nbridge and put her hands on her hips. Despite their masks she could sense with\nher empathetic powers their heightened state of anticipation and arousal as if\nit was her own, could almost feel the track of their eyes as they drank in the\nvision of their gorgeous victim.
\n\"I see you've found my weather machine, Nightvision. Now all you have to do is\ndestroy it.\" The two guard immediately in front of Alexa removed their helmets\nto reveal that they were none other than Landon Tate and his hired French\nassassin, Calypso.
\n\"Landon, you can have your fun with me, but there's something you need to know.\"
\nLandon cut her off. \"It should be simple enough --- I've even allowed you access\nto the courtyard. You'll find an acetylene cutting torch in your utility belt.\nIt should make quick work of the guy wires supporting the tower. When the tower\nfalls the rain will be over for good.\"
\n\"That's what I'm trying to tell you Landon,\" Alex's voice was steady as she\nglanced briefly at the wires supporting the tower. Each was some 30 feet from\nthe base of the tower itself, leaving a circumference of 300 feet that she would\nhave to traverse to reach each one. It would take perhaps two minutes to cut\nthrough each cable - perhaps 12 minutes of work total, assuming Tate allowed her\nto work in peace. \"This device - I've looked at the plans - its CAN'T be\ngenerating the rain.\"
\n\"Now Alexa, why worry your pretty little head about things you can't control.\nMight want to save you energy to work about things like this.\"
\nAt the push of a button the water around the base of the tower began to churn\nand boil. A moment later a mass of long thin cables shot out of the water\nshooting to almost half the height of the tower, followed by a second layer of\ncables, apparently ticker and with uniquely designed tips. If took Alexa a\nmoment to realize that the forest of mini-towers weren't just cables - they were\ntentacles, robotic manipulators clad in some kind of greenish rubbery substance\nto make them look alive. The longest of the tentacles were of the same long\ngraceful shape like enormous whips, but with a high degree of flexibility toward\nthe ends to better grasp at its prey. The shorter tentacles were heavier and\nmore specialized in their function, some lined with suction cups clearly\nintended for grasping, while others seemed to end in gaping mouths opening and\nclosing on open air. Still others were almost certainly sexual probes, with\nvarious sizes and structures to violate her body in every manner possible. At\nfirst the nest of tentacles seemed to flair randomly about the courtyard, but\nquickly converged toward her.
\n\"My God, Landon, what have you done.\"
\n\"Isn't is magnificent?\" Tate preened as Alexa dropped to her guard. \"I call this\nthe Guardian, the very latest in pneumatics, robots, and artificial\nintelligence. I call it a robot, but it is, in fact, 40 distinct robots, one for\neach manipulator, each programmed to pursue its own objectives while also\nsupporting the objectives of the whole.\"
\nSatisfied that their target was acquired the heavier tentacles withdrew,\nprobably realizing that they were out of range and pulling bock to free up\nenergy for the longer tentacles to do their work. \"And their objective is to\nprotect the Tower.\"
\n\"Very astute. Once you move against the tower you will draw the undivided\nattention of the entire collective, though you'll find that each robot has a\nstrong preference for what they want to do with you. Only a few want to kill you\nquickly, others are programmed to maximize your suffering, while many are\nprogrammed to maximize their sexual pleasure or yours. You'll soon become\nintimately familiar with which is which.\"
\nNightvision stepped slowly toward one of the guy wires there was no sense in\ndelaying the inevitable. Regardless of the risks, the quicker she took down the\ntower and less time Tate's innovative but highly complex robot would have to\nwork her over. Like his other traps, the robots would almost certainly not\nattempt to kill her immediately, so the quicker she worked the better.
\n\"So who sold you this robot, Landon? Calypso? I thought it was you who wanted to\ndo the raping . yourself.\"
\nAlexa whipped out the cutting torch and pressed it against one of the wires. The\nresponse of the 4 longest tentacles was almost instantaneous, throwing their\nlong thin bodies at her like 50-foot bull whips. One struck the floor just\ninches from where she stood. Another came in sideways, forcing Nightvision to\njump over it like a jump rope. Another lateral chop forced her to briefly move\nthe torch away from the sturdy cable, but she was back at it quickly. She\nrepositioned her body so that the cable itself provided some protection against\nsweeping strikes from the tentacles, but glancing blows were inevitable. The\nmaterial coating the tentacle was soft and much slimier than Alexa would have\nanticipated and the force from each blow was surprisingly light for such a long\nand certainly heavy robot. Yet it was amazing how the 6 long tentacles worked\ntogether to attempt ensnare her, two writhing on the ground hoping to ensnare\nher feet while 4 others attempted to swat at her like the tail of an enormous\ncow swatting a fly. It was certainly more than she would have expected Tate to\nbe capable of.
\n\"I've recently learned not to underestimate you. Besides, there is a certain\nintrinsic pleasure in just watching you suffer - watch out behind.\"
\nA well coordinated double attack sent Alexa spinning away from the cable at the\nsame time that one of the lower tentacles succeeded in wrapping itself around\none of her boots. Nightvision landed in a heap and the tentacle quickly improved\nits grip on her ankle. An overhead smash crashed down a hairsbreadth away from\nher body and this afforded Lenexa a split-second to apply her torch to the\ntentacle. It recoiled quickly, just like it was alive. Fresh terror swept\nthrough Nightvision's mind as she struggled with ramifications.
\nBut the renewed fury of the tentacles left her precious little time for\ncontemplation. She bear crawled back to the cable and renewed her efforts of\ncable, melting through strand after strand of steel. A swing of a tentacle drove\nher hard to the ground and another blew her backward as stars danced before her\neyes, but each time she returned to the cable and after several long minutes she\nfinally succeeded in severing the first cable with a loud twang.
\n\"Tate, this Sentinel, did it come from the same place the weather machine came\nfrom? And the cement mites?\"
\nSuddenly deprived of the natural cover afforded by the cable itself, Alexa\nsuddenly found herself converged on from several directions at once. A low-high\ncombination spun her head over heels and in a moment of dazed uncertainly, one\nof the \"sleeper\" tentacles wrapped itself firmly around her feet. When she\nattempted to reach down to pry against its grip she was struck twice with\nstinging precision and one of her wrists was ensnared. Alexa repeatedly tried to\nrise on all fours to scamper away, but was swatted down each time and jerked\npowerfully back toward the center reservoir. One tentacle threaded itself in\nneat rows around her knees, allowing the tentacle at her ankles to briefly\ndisengage and wrap itself with similar precision around both ankles. Now much\nmore tightly snared Alexa was dragged struggling desperately toward the nest.
\n\"Tate, this isn't a robot,\" Alexa hissed as she turned her cutting torch toward\nthe third long tentacle that had one of her wrists. \"This is alive. Its some\nkind of monster!\"
\nInstead of getting her wrist free, Alexa got only a nasty swipe from one of the\nunengaged tentacles. The soft flesh at its tip drew away to reveal a long\nstinger dripped with venom. The young heroine just managed to catch the\nstinger-tipped tentacle and prevent the horror from plunging the stinger into\nher chest. Instead she quickly jabbed it into the tentacle encircling her knees\nand was rewarded by a sudden release.
\n\"You can dish it out .\"The already winded heroine said, \"But you cant' take it.\"\nThe second tentacle held on longer under the heat of the torch but finally\nrelented, allowing Nightvision to struggle free and charge to the second cable.
\n\"Its Calypso isn't it. She sold you all these wonder? Didn't she?\"
\nAlexa had one gloved hand on the cable when a tentacle wrapped itself firmly\naround her midsection and pulled her toward the nest. A second tentacle wrapped\nitself around her ankles and she was slowly lifted into the air, still clinging\nto the cable with one hand and applying the welder to the cable. Her narrow\nprofile made it difficult to swat at her directly, but one tentacle finally\nripped the cape from her back and sent her expensive broach flying into one of\nthe lagoons.
\nThe bizarre tug of war continued for several tense seconds until Tate and Alexa\nwere met with a nasty surprise. Heavy, thicker shafts coated with the same slimy\ngreen flesh suddenly burst out of the storage lagoons to either side of the\nNightvision and wrapped themselves around her knees, pulling her legs apart as\nmuch as her ankle restraints would allow, their slimy tips stroking against the\nsilky crotch of her uniform clearly seeking to penetrate her.
\n\"Mhhhh \" Nightvision grimaced as she struggled to maintain her grip on the cable\nuntil her torch did its work. \"Ahhhh please Mhhhh.\"
\nThe strands parted one by one, and the mysterious Sentinel sent two more thinner\ntentacles surging up through the churning water to wrench her free. They\nalternated lashing out at the masked vigilante with precise whipping motions\ntargeting her exposed back and chest. After a few strokes one tentacle wrapped\nitself around her wrist at the point where she gripped the cable. Almost every\ninch of her body below her bust line was enveloped in slimy green tentacles, and\neven Tate was taken aback at how quickly his sexy enemy was enveloped.
\n\"So Calypso, where ... are these extra robotic arms coming from?\"
\nCalypso's smile was icy cold. \"What does it matter? You said yourself that you\ndidn't want any chance of her escaping. So I took a few extra precautions.\"
\n\"Ahhh! Mhhh!\"
\nBut Calypso's precautions couldn't spare the second support cable. With a final\nTWANG! it yielded the blistering flame off Nightvision's cutter, sending\nshudders through the glowing tower and forcing the tentacles to convulse as if\nthey too had been injured. Unfortunately, it also deprived Alexa of her only\nsolid grip. Deprived of the cable she was quickly dragged toward the base do of\nthe tower, where a dozen other tentacles rose eagerly out of the water to greet\nher.
\n\"Tate, those nanomite - did you get them from Calypso as well? And the ahhh\nweather machine?! They are all fake!\"
\n\"What is she talking about?\" Tate mused with a quizzical smile.
\n\"Just the cries of a doomed girl pleading for her life, Landon. It means\nnothing.\"
\n\"Landon, you have to LISTEN to me . I .. ughhhh.\" But Alexa's cries were cut\nshort as highly specialized tentacles descended toward her wrapping firmly\naround her wrists, ankles, knees and waist, then lifting her skyward and drawing\nher into a spread eagle as she was carried out over the central pool so that all\nthe robot-horror's appendages to gain optimal access to her body. A forest of\nsmaller tentacles greeted her each coiling and slithering over her body. These\nsmaller probes found the leg holes of her of her uniform and slipped inside.\nNightvision shuddered deliciously as probes slipped into her pussy and ass, and\nsmall bulges beneath the skintight fabric marked the progress of other tentacles\nand they crept upward to encircle her breasts.
\n\"My god Uhhhhh,\" the masked avenger arched her back and twisted hopelessly in\nher restraints as the probes moved deeper and deeper inside her. The success of\nthe probes had drawn the attention of another set of tentacles, clearly designed\nfor erotic torture, with long knobbed shafts tipped with balls and alive with\nwriggling tendrils. So transfixed on the erotic probed rising from beneath her\nthat Alexa almost missed another set of probes converging on her from all\ndirections. These ended with large steel needles that rhythmically extended and\nwithdraw like the stinger of a bee, centered in midst of large slimy suction\ncups. She only noticed them as another delicate tentacle descended from above to\nencircle her throat, drawing up her vision.
\n\"Isn't this a little .. impersonal Tate,\" Nightvision managed to lock gazes with\nher captor.
\n\"Why would you say that,\" Tate said. \"We'll all right here, waiting for you to\nescape.\" He motioned to the eight other snipers all watching Nightvision's\nsuffering with great interest. \"Then we'll get to kill you ourselves.\"
\n\"Glad to hear you have such confidence in me.\"
\n\"Care to share with us just how far those worms have climbed up inside you?\"
\n\"About half as high as my boot going to go up your ass.\"
\nTwo of the four support cables were still in place, but Alexa was still able to\nseize one of the loose cables as the seven restraint cables maneuvered her\nrandomly about the base of the tower. It was surprisingly lightweight and\nAlexa's restraints left her just enough room to suddenly whip out with the line,\nmissing Tate by catching Calypso full in the forehead. The mysterious French\nwoman toppled to the concrete floor some 15 feet below the balcony where she and\nLandon had been watching Nightvision's ordeal. The moment Calypso's body hit the\nground, the mass of tentacles suddenly released Alexa, allowing her to tumble in\nthe storage lagoon beneath her feet.
\n\"You bitch!\" Tate howled, as Alexa emerged from the water, withdrew her back up\ncutter and quickly sliced through the third cable. Deprived of three fourths of\nits support and strangely weighed down by the glowing green orb, the tower\nwavered and teetered around its anchor point before finally succumbing to\ngravity and crashing against one of the concrete walls. The green light\ndissipated almost immediately and the tower disintegrated into ribbons of steel.
\nFor long moments there was nothing. Then the crash of thunder, close and\noppressive, then again. And again.
\n\"See, Landon. This machine is nothing but a prop. A prop to deceive you!\"
\n\"I don't know what you're talking about.\"
\n\"Its Calypso. She told you all these things she's selling you are high tech, but\nthey're not. They're very OLD tech. Dark sorcery.\"
\n\"Thank you very much for your interpretation, Nightslut. Boys, gun her down.\"
\nAlexa looked about the room, powerless to stop them. But the men did nothing.\nThey just appeared as if they were frozen in place.\"
\n\"Sorry, Landon,\" Calypso said as she gained her feet. Half of her face was\nsmeared with blood from a nasty gash on her temple, but her eyes flowed with\nevil fire, her pupils huge. \"But I'm afraid I can't let you do that?\"
\n\"Do what?\" Landon was incredulous. \"Kill this bitch? After what she just did to\nyou?\"
\n\"Such gallantry,\" Calypso grinned. \"But unnecessary. Its nothing compared to\nwhat I have planned for HER.\"
\nCalypso raised her arms over her head. Suddenly all the storage lagoons erupted\nwith think trunks of writhing tentacles, some towering hundreds of feet in the\nair. From these great trunks sprang a legion of long thin whipping tentacles.\nThey struck out at Alexa again and again, sending her spinning, then crushing\nher to the grounds. She was struck again and again as she tried to get up then\nknocked across the room only to find herself the target of the same attack from\nanother off the central pillars.
\n\"Its really quite humorous,\" Calypso walked slowly toward Nightvision, escorting\nher about the court yard as the masked vigilant was whipped and beaten without\nmercy. \"Perhaps the best joke I've seen in several centuries. A witch - a\nTUPOLOV witch - masquerading as a superheroine! How rich.\"
\nThe whip-tendrils wrapped tightly around Alexa's arms and legs, and Calypso\nlifted her prisoner's head by the hair, forcing her to lock gazes. \"I never\nwould have guessed except that when you manipulated the controls in Landon's\nsubmarine trap, you called upon a Defiler Imp, one of the few familiars that\nwill help without being commanded. When it suits their fancy.\"
\n\"Calypso what are you doing?!\" Tate was stunned. \"We had a deal!\"
\n\"Now, We have a NEW deal. I'm taking your little pet, Mr Tate. I've always\nwanted a an eager young pupil.\"
\n\"No one double crossed me, Calypso. No one.\"
\nThe French witch turned slowly, her eyes filled with ageless malice. \"Temper\nTemper, Mr Tate. Just for that, I going to have to destroy your precious city.\"
\nShe raised her arms once again and uttered a phrase in a strange ancient tongue\nthat caused the air itself to crackle and hiss. The 20-foot writhing trunks of\ntentacles surged skyward again, and that their tips the sky once again assumed a\ngreenish hue. The wind picked up all around and even invaded the courtyard of\nthe nuclear plant, whipping Nightvision's discarded cape into the corner and\nplucking at the clothes of Tate's immobilized guards.
\n\"Unfortunately, no one must know that I have a Tupolov witch as my extended\nguest Within minutes, all of Ansonia will be ravaged by cyclones. And I have\ndesignated one specifically to destroy your, Landon. A fitting end destroyed\nalong with the city your father built.\"
\n\"Now you're both crazy and dead.\" Tate pulled out his gun only to have it\nsuddenly wrenched from his hand by an unseen assailant.\"
\n\"My legions are all around this place, Landon, and I think you'll find they are\na bit better heeled than Alexa's lone, untrained Defiler Imp.\" Lightening and\nthunder rolled almost constantly all around them, accompanied by something else,\na low rumbling like a freight train. \"I'd suggest you get moving - unless you\nwant your private tornado to breach this nuclear containment facility. Its quite\npotent, I'm afraid.\"
\nCalypso immediately dismissed the stunned business mogul and turned her\nattention to Nightvision still secured in two tentacles and kneeling at her\nfeet. \"And you my dear - I've brought you something very special.\"
\nShe produced an ornate ebony box and opened it for Nightvision to view. In the\nbox resting on a red velvet lining, were two slave bracelets, cleverly hinged on\none side but with no apparent locking mechanism on the other. \"These are\nBracelets of the Djinn. Once they are on your wrists you will be my slave\nforever, bound to do my bidding. It will also drain you mind of all knowledge of\nyour previous life I will teach you everything you need to know. Everything the\nElder Counsel SHOULD have taught you.\"
\nCalypso leaned in close, breathing sweetly into Alexa's ear. \"And you will grow\nVERY powerful, Tupolov witch, perhaps even more powerful than I. But that won't\nmatter, for you will be bound to me -- sexy body, brilliant mind, and evil soul.\nExtend her wrists.\"
\n\"This will never work Calypso!\" Alexa tried to remain defiant as we arms were\nslowly extended to bare her wrists. \"I will never be your pawn.\"
\n\"No,\" Calypso agreed, \"You'll be much less than that. My every wish will be your\ndeepest commands. You will worship me utterly and humiliate and defile yourself\nat my will. You will be my greatest weapon, and live the life of my most\npathetic, lowly slave. Sound like fun?!\"
\n\"Yea, a real blast.\" Alexa pulled at her restraints but was held inescapably\ntight as Calypso took up the bracelets with a look of great care - it was clear\nshe understood just how dangerous the bracelets could be. Alexa renewed her\nstruggles but she had all but reached the limit of her endurance. Defeating\ndeathtrap after deathtrap had finally worn her down the breaking point. She\nwould just have to hope there was some gaps in the capability the bracelets to\nbend her will to Calypso's. She could only watch with her teeth gritted as the\nbracelets came close and closer to her wrists, drawing her ever closer to the\neternal life of a magical servant.
\nBLAM! BLAM!
\nCalypso was thrown forward by the sudden impact of two high velocity rounds and\nlet out an animal scream. Landon Tate still stood in a prone position on one\nbalcony near where he had taken a rifle from one of the paralyzed guards. But\nshe straightened up almost immediately and turned to address her treacherous\nattacked, any trace of humanity drained from her voice.
\n\"Foolish worm, do you think your pathetic toys can stop Calypso? Now I will show\nwhat it really means to suffer. Come and kneel before me.\" Landon Tate stood\nmotionless on the balcony for a moment, matching wills with the ancient\nsorceress. \"Jump.\" After a moments more hesitation, Tate took a step forward,\nhurling himself to a hard bond-cracking landing on the ground below.
\nSNIK.
\nThe ancient sorceress looked down to dumbly to see the bracelets secured around\nher own wrists, just beneath Nightvision's black-gloved hands. In the moment of\nconfusion, Alexa had managed to free herself just enough to pull the bracelets\nfrom Calypso's grasp and turn them to her advantage. \"No his can't be she looked\nsuddenly confused, the anger draining from her voice, I'm . I'm.\"
\n\"Fucked,\" Alexa offered. \"At least I hope so.\"
\n\"Welll I . I.\"
\nThe remaining tentacles still clutching at Nightvision fell away, allowing the\nteenage avenger to regain her feet and some semblance of dignity.
\n\"You are my slave. My servant. Isn't that right.\"
\n\"Your servant? No, I'm .\"
\n\"Nothing. You are nothing. But I have something I want you to do.\"
\n\"Yes mistress. Of course.\"
\n\"I want to you to transport this Sentinel back to the dimension it is rooted in.\nAnd I want you to go with it, sealing the portal behind you. Do you understand?\"
\n\"Yes that should be simple. As you wish Mistress.\"
\n\"And you are to wait for me there, slave. You are NOT to return to this world\nuntil I give you permission. Do you understand.\"
\n\"Yes, yes mistress. That would please you?\"
\n\"Yes, I will be very pleased.\"
\nWith a look of almost stupid delight at the thought of pleasing Alexa, Calypso\nutter a long series of power words, once again causing the very air around them\nto crackle and squeal with mystical power. The hundreds of arms comprising the\nSentinel slowly plunged impossible back down into the storage lagoons, and then\nwith a flash of light disappeared altogether. Calypso followed a moment later\ndisappearing into a flash of light.
\nWith the disappearance of Calypso and her hellish pet the sky all around the\nfacility went quiet and dark. A final roll of thunder reverberated off the far\nhills, then all went quite for the first time in almost a week. Ansonia was\nsaved.
\n\"And you, asshole.\" Nightvision limped over to where Tate had hit the pavement\nto find him rolling around in pain from a clearly broken leg. Alexa pulled a\npair of handcuffs considerately included by Tate himself in her new utility belt\nand used them to secure his arms. \"You are under arrest.\"
","frontmatter":{"text":"City Lights","tags":["Nightvision","Torture","humiliation","Domination","Bondage","Mind Control","Pain","Tentacles"],"date":"9/22/2022","part":null},"excerpt":"In many respects it had been the perfect evening, the most romantic Valentine's\nDay in Alexa's 20-year life. A courier had arrived at her…","timeToRead":57,"fields":{"slug":"/stories/thecliffhanger_citylights/"},"author":{"authorName":"The Cliffhanger","authorEmail":"thecliffhanger@geocities.com","authorSite":null},"series":null,"storyStats":{"visits":1127},"summary":"The city's vigilante superheroine Nightvision finds herself increasingly dominateded by Landon Tate and his female assassin Calypso, with each encounter revealing her vulnerability despite her powerful nightvision abilities. 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