WARNING:
This is an adult story, containing sensitive material of a sexual nature including bondage, and rape. It is NOT intended, nor is it at all suitable, for minors. If you are underage or find such material offensive or, do not read further, but please bypass this story for one more suitable for you.
This story is not intended to encourage, nor does the author does advocate or condone the type of activity or behavior portrayed here.
Supergirl, Lex Luthor, Killer Crok, Two-Face and Superman's Fortress of Solitude are copyrighted, trademarked, and owned by DC Comics. I am borrowing them to satisfy the Wizard's contest requirements and for my own pleasure.
Inspiration for the story came from: the Wizard's challenge # 17, Nomad's take titled: "Once I learned . . ." or "must . . . remove . . . panties . . ." Although I had decided to pass up this contest, recent feedback from a reader launched me into the story.
Other challenge manips that contributed to the story were: Seanbroim's Take 2 from Challenge 17, titled: "You're mine, now, Supergirl. You've neither mind nor will." And Wild Card Joker's Take from Challenge 19, Titled: "Supergirl, you must do as I command . . ." or "The Wizard has done it. He has beaten Supergirl . . ."
The Predator in this story is my creation.
This is a work of fan-fiction. This story is written for personal enjoyment and entertainment purposes only, specifically for those who appreciate the superheroine in bondage/peril/sexual situations genre. The story depicts graphic sexual situations, including bondage, violence, and non-consensual sex, among a number of other nasty things. No commercial profit is expected to be made from it. It may be copied for personal use or for posting on other sites, provided they are free sites . . . it may NOT be posted on any site that requires a "membership fee" of any kind. This includes 'adult verification sites'. This story may NOT be posted to any site requiring an AVS where money is involved, or an AVS which sells its mailing list or member's information to outsiders. (Hey, let's be fair! If I'm not going to make money from my work, why should someone else?)
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Like most stories of this ilk, at the end of the story (unless there is a sequel) the characters are magically returned to their original condition, undamaged, unharmed, and unchanged in any way with no memory of the events that have taken place. . . It is as if the story had never happened, because, after all, it never really did.
The story is set in modern times.
As often in the case of rape, birth control is ignored in this story. But of course in 'real life' every reasonable adult should know that he or she should behave responsibly when participating in sexual activities and he or she wishes to avoid unwanted conception and the spread of disease.
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Chapter 1. The award
"And so, as a modest token of our appreciation, we present Supergirl with this solid platinum wrist watch!" And with a flourish, the Mayor of Gotham City placed the wrist watch on Supergirl's wrist and it snapped into place. Supergirl only visited Gotham occasionally, usually at Batman's request, but on a recent visit, she had single handed captured an especially nefarious gang and thrown them in prison. The Mayor of Gotham had been so impressed he had invited her back for this special "Ceremony of Appreciation."
"And now, to complete our festivities, Supergirl will ride uptown in our motor cavalcade to the Mayor's residence for an open house and reception in her honor." It was a few minutes before noon.
Taking Supergirl's hand, the Mayor led her down the Gotham City City Hall Steps to a line of waiting stretch limousines. The mayor and his bodyguard moved to the first Limo after gesturing to the second Limo for Supergirl. Supergirl headed for the second Limo but was intercepted by a security man who steered her to the third Limousine. As she entered the Limo, the security man slipped in behind her and sat across from her.
Somehow, Supergirl felt uncomfortable with him. "What is your name?" she asked.
"You may call me The Predator," was the reply. That was a strange name. Self consciously, she looked at her new, platinum wrist watch and noticed that it had just ticked past 12:00, noon. She sensed a slight movement in the watch and felt an infinitesimal tingling in her arm. Then she noticed that her limousine had turned from the motorcade and was crossing the Borough Bridge out of the downtown area and into an adjoining borough of the city.
"The driver has made a wrong turn," She commented. "This isn't the way to the Mayor's residence."
"There is no mistake. The driver is following his directions," The Predator answered.
Supergirl was beginning to have difficulty concentrating. And the tingling in her arm increased. "I don't understand. Where are you taking me? What's happening?" Supergirl started to rise from her seat.
"Stay seated!" The Predator commanded, and an amazed Supergirl found herself obeying. Surprised at her instant obedience to his command, Supergirl tried again to stand, but her legs didn't respond to her wishes. Slowly, she moved her hand toward her belt intending to send out a distress signal.
The Predator saw the movement and spoke: "Do not send out any sort of signal." Supergirl's hand froze and try as she might she could not reach the signal button on her belt. The Predator continued, "We will soon arrive at our destination." Somewhat alarmed, she was aware that she was beginning to feel an unexplained sexual arousal.
Again, Supergirl tried to stand, but she couldn't move. "What are you doing? Why can't I move?" she demanded as the Limousine pulled into the open door of a warehouse and drew up to an enclosure inside, coming smoothly to a stop.
"You are able to move," The Predator replied quietly. "It's time to get out of the car." The Predator opened the door and slipped out and Supergirl found that she could not only move, but immediately followed him. As soon as they had both exited the limo, the car silently pulled away, exiting the building with the door shutting behind it.
"Let's go inside," The Predator suggested, taking Supergirl's arm, opening a door and leading her into the enclosure. As the door closed behind her, Supergirl was surprised to find a comfortable, well furnished living room complete with a small kitchen and dining area in one corner and two other doors, presumably one to the bathroom and one to the bedroom. Supergirl tried to scan the walls with her x-ray vision but found that the entire apartment was lead-lined.
"Stay here," he said as he went to the kitchen to take a bottle of wine from an ice bucket and pour two glasses.
Although she tried, once more Supergirl found she could not move. It was almost as if she was paralyzed. She could only move when he commanded her to move. And her mind was growing more foggy by the minute. Also the situation was arousing her more than she cared to admit.
"Why can't I move? What have you done to me?" she asked, her words becoming slightly slurred.
The Predator turned to her and smiled. "It's the watch," he said simply and he moved to her, handing her a wine glass. Raising his in a toast, he said, "to Supergirl and The Predator and to intimacy." He sipped his wine while Supergirl started at him astonished.
"Drink up," he said, and, although she tried to resist, Supergirl raised the glass to her lips and drained it. "You're mine, now, Supergirl! You've neither a mind nor a will!" The Predator took her empty glass, saying, "I'll take care of this." Returning to the kitchen, he casually said, "Please take off your costume. Leave your underwear."
Supergirl tried to use all of her will power to resist his command, but in the end everything was futile. First her belt loosened and fell to the floor. Then she pulled her trademark blue v-neck top, complete with the "S" encased pentagram up and over her head. Her shorts followed, pushed down over her boots to the floor. Having disposed of the wine glasses, The Predator turned to watch as she kicked the boots from her feet. Her underwear consisted of a tight tee shirt (which also contained the "Superman" pentagram insignia) and a pair of red French cut brief. Her breasts were high and nicely rounded, her areoles and growing nipples were clearly visible through the cotton material.
"How are you doing this?" she asked, her mind becoming increasingly befuddled even as she felt arousal growing incredibly within her. She knew that the crotch of her pants was growing darker from the moisture she was generating. She was vaguely aware of a musky scent that was permeating the air, and she felt mortified at the thought that the scent was coming from her.
"Mmmmm, delicious!" The Predator observed. He gestured with a finger indicating a lowering motion. "The panties, please."
Drawing upon reserves she didn't know she had, Supergirl stood her ground. "No!" She stated, her wide blue eyes almost turning purple. "How?"
The Predator smiled giving her the momentary victory. "As I said, it was the watch. When I learned you were to be honored and given a platinum watch, I disguised Brainiac's Pink Kryptonite base mind control device as the award watch and substituted it for the original watch. It was programmed to begin operating at noon." He paused and picked up a device from the bar that looked very much like a small TV remote control. He turned a knob on the control device. "By now, the combination of the pink Kryptonite and the Mind control device should have you completely under control. But we'll boost the mind control just a bit."
He raised his eyes to hers. "Now - strip for me!"
He had done it. He had beaten Supergirl. Although Supergirl could feel no difference, the combination of Pink Kryptonite and the Mind Control device was more than the Maiden of Steel could handle.
Without taking her eyes from his, she hooked her thumbs in the sides of her undergarments, muttering, "Must . . . remove . . . panties . . ." and slowly her panties were pushed past her hips exposing her thin patch of blond curly pubic hair that scarcely concealed her vulva. He smiled as the light glistened from the small drops of moisture that were forming on the top layer of her pubic hair
Although she saw his eyes drop as she lowered her panties, Supergirl kept her eyes riveted to his. She bent to step out of her panties, then rose again to her full height. Her instructions were not completed yet. Even though her mind was shadowy, her hands found the lower edge of her tee-shirt and lifted it over her head, exposing her beautiful breasts. She flushed with embarrassment.
"Excellent!" he smiled. "Now, come to me."
Obviously, Supergirl was not used to being naked in the presence of a man, especially one who obviously had control over her every action and had somehow weakened her so that she could not resist him. Hesitantly, she stepped up to him. Surprised, she realized that although she was weak and could not resist any of his orders, her mind had cleared to the place where she fully knew what was happening.
After placing the device on the bar, he placed his hands on her shoulders and ran them down her arms. At her elbows, he slipped his hands to her naked hips and stroked them, before letting his hands slide behind her to cup her comfortably rounded buttocks. The Pink Kryptonite had weakened her, but obviously it had made her much more sensitive. Supergirl reddened in humiliation as he squeezed her posterior. She was relieved that it only lasted a moment as he slid his hands up her back. Then, to her shock, he slid his hands around her rib cage and enclosed her breasts, squeezing them, exploring them. Supergirl flinched when his fingers found her nipples and pinched them.
"Please, don't," she begged. Unable to resist him, she found she could ask questions. But he turned her around and pulled her back to him, sliding both hands down her torso until they passed over her blonde patch and one finger slipped between the lips of her vulva. She gasped and pleaded, "Stop!" But he didn't stop.
She trembled inwardly, hiding her fear as the finger found her opening and pressed inward. Supergirl knew that she had muscles unknown to earth females that could prevent penetration by a normal human. All she had to do was to tighten them and he could struggle from now until doomsday and never gain access to her most sacred lf places. Mortified by what he was doing, she tightened the muscles.
He pressed harder, making two or three attempts to push past her threshold, then stopped and ran his hands over her anatomy, exploring it.
Suddenly he stopped and stepped beside her. "Let's go to the bedroom," he suggested, taking her hand. She noticed he had the remote in his other hand. Although she didn't want to obey, her legs began moving beside him. "You'll notice that I'm giving you the opportunity to walk to the bedroom under your own power," he stated, opening the door. (Under her own power, Supergirl thought, but not under her own free will.)
Chapter 2: Basic bondage
The room was empty except for a roughly "queen sized" table with a plywood top and four upright 4x4 beams that acted as bedposts with a simple sheet covering it.
Supergirl immediately saw that the 'bed' had straps connected to the head and the foot of the platform with some sort of cuff on the end of each strap. There also appeared to be motors that could tighten or loosen the straps at the will of the captor. If nothing else, the straps could secure a victim's wrists and ankles spread-eagle, but there were other straps at the sides of the table that she wasn't sure of their function.
"Get on bed," Supergirl's captor commanded, and she had no option but to do as she was told. "On your back."
There could be little doubt in Supergirl's mind that rape was on his agenda, even though she thought it was obvious that her vaginal muscles could prevent it. But she was seriously concerned if her exposure to the pink Kryptonite might weaken her muscles to the point where she might be unable to resist his attack. She had resisted his attempt to violate her a few minutes earlier, but weakened as she was by the Kryptonite radiation, it had required much greater effort on her part than she expected.
Overcoming minimal resistance, he fastened her wrists to the fasteners at the head of the bed. The cuffs were surprisingly simple Velcro straps, but they were remarkably effective. Next he bound her ankles to the foot of the bed. The straps were still slack, but Supergirl noted that her ankles would be about shoulder width if pulled tight.
Moving from side to side, he secured each elbow with one of the side fasteners and each knee with the other. The result was that her arms were extended straight out from her shoulders, and her elbows bent upward. Likewise, her knees were separated to about the same width as her elbows leaving her womanhood spread and wide open to any degradation he might wish to perpetrate on her.
As a final step, he buckled a wide leather belt around her waist, which had cuffs for her wrists on both her right and left side.
Chapter 3: Why?
He stroked her, caressing her with surprising gentleness, once more exploring her naked body. Although he had freer access to her entire body, and almost unlimited access to her womanhood, his fingers fondled her nether lips, gently sought out her clitoris and stroked it causing her to whimper. Then his finger found the opening to her vagina to pick up a trace of moisture before he began circling that orifice.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, her hips unconsciously wiggling, attempting to escape his attentions.
"To avenge my foster daughter. She made the mistake of falling in with a bad group of companions. She quickly realized the error of her ways and determined to leave the gang, but they had planned a job that included her. She took part in the job, so she was guilty, although her part in the entire operation was miniscule. She didn't deserve the sentence she received."
The Predator' hand settled over Supergirl's pubis, again caressing the opening of her vagina teasing her and causing tremors to pass through her. She tightened her vaginal muscles
"You captured the entire gang, and, ultimately, your testimony sent her to prison. She was sent to one of the most brutal prisons for women there is. Her first night there, the guards had a party. She was the guest of honor."
Still teasing her exposed womanhood, he began to unbutton his shirt with his free hand.
"She died as a result of the multiple rape. There was a rupture of her vagina and the guards were afraid to call for medical help for fear of reprisals. She was in agony as she bled to death."
He slipped out of his shirt and concluded, "Her autopsy found semen from at least 14 men." He paused as his eyes fogged over for a moment. "The autopsy also found that she had been a virgin before that evening."
"I can only imagine how you must feel," Supergirl whispered. "But raping me won't bring her back." She began to plead, "Please don't do this. I'm a virgin, just like your foster daughter was."
His eyes cleared, focusing on her. "Can you imagine what it's like to lose your virginity to a rape? And to be raped by 14 men, one after the other?"
Supergirl shuddered. "I think so."
"Interesting," he observed, taking both hands to remove his shoes and the rest of his clothes. "I'll ask you again later on."
As soon as he was undressed, he paused to pick up the mind control remote control device. "I like the way Brainiac designed this device. It actually has three functions. First, it emits a variable amount of kryptonite radiation, so I can control exactly how strong you actually are. Right now it's set so you have approximately the strength of a normal adult human female. The second function can control your body, actually making you do almost anything I demand. The third function controls how your mind works. With the twist of a knob, I can turn you into a dumb bimbo, amiable to any action I might perpetrate on you . . ." he turned a knob, and without warning, Supergirl's attention centered on what she must look like, wondering how she could comb her hair, wondering if she should change her hair color, wondering if she really looked sexy with her legs spread like this . . . Then without warning, her mind cleared and horrified, she focused on The Predator standing over her.
"Then, again, I could use a different setting," he continued, adjusting the device, " to turn you into a raging nymphomaniac . . ." His words faded out as Supergirl felt sudden and intense desire to have a man . . . any man . . . and since The Predator was standing beside her without any clothes, she wanted him. She wanted him NOW. She suddenly felt a powerful itch in a place she couldn't scratch and only a man could provide satisfaction. And just as suddenly as before, her mind cleared. She was panting and sweat was breaking out on her brow.
"Or," The Predator explained, "I can cloud your thoughts so you are in a dream world. I can give you a high greater than the finest heroine rush, or I can spread overwhelming pain throughout your body. Or I can even isolate particular areas of pain, such as your nipples . . . " Supergirl cringed as she felt her nipples being crushed beneath some invisible force, ". . .or your clit . . ." the pain in her nipples was gone and Supergirl suddenly felt her clit being pulled from her, twisted, abused, causing excruciating pain. Then suddenly, the pain was gone.
The Predator was there, adjusting the remote control. "Or, I can keep your mind clear so that you know everything that's happening to you." Supergirl was more terrified than she had ever been in her life at the thought of what he could make her do with that damnable machine!
"But I believe in giving you the worst thing you can experience. Therefore, I've decided not to use the special settings. I will keep you weak enough that any man can take you any way he wishes, but I will permit your brain to function without interference except. That way you feel everything that's happening to you. Likewise, I will leave your body free to react normally, without direction from me or the machine. Oh, and the mind controller will prohibit you from biting or injuring me or anyone else. And it will keep you from passing out, if you are so inclined. I want you to remain conscious so you can appreciate all that's going to happen to you. That way you can fully enjoy the experience."
The coldness of his statement was more disturbing than anything she had yet heard. "My foster daughter was raped by 14 men." Since he had removed his clothing, Supergirl couldn't avoid observing that he had grown to full erection.
His eyes grew hard. "So now, it's your turn to find out what it's like. And if you're really a virgin like you say, I will be your first." He moved over her. "I'll take things nice and slow so that you can appreciate every minute of it. You can share the experience that my foster daughter felt."
Chapter 4: Virginity lost
The Predator adjusted his position, bring his raging instrument in line with Supergirl's defenseless vagina. Defenseless to his approach maybe, but certainly not vulnerable. She shifted her hips side to side, trying to avoid his attack. She also tried shifting her hips up and down, but quickly realized this was not effective
The Predator steadied himself, placing his hands on Supergirl's hips. He leaned forward. Unable to escape by moving her hips, Supergirl tightened her muscles defensively as she felt the slight pressure from his phallus. She tried to use her legs to grab his hips to stop him, but her bonds prevented her. She was wet from the various stimulations he had done to her, and the wetness would make penetration easier. She concentrated on tightening her muscles hard clutching tighter to block his entrance.
The Predator noted her resistance. "You can feel it, can't you? And you think that you are strong enough to prevent me from taking you, don't you? But try to imagine for a moment what it will feel like when you are filled with my manhood. Imagine the sensation of being pumped by a man, of feeling his semen pouring into your defenseless womb. Try to imagine."
Supergirl had no desire to imagine anything of the sort. She held her muscles tight, determined to prevent his entry.
The Predator pressed a little harder. "You're so tight! Are you actually still a virgin? It will be such a pleasure to loosen you up!"
Supergirl began concentrating on keeping her muscles tight to prevent his entry. "Are you trying to tease me?" he mocked. "Or are you simply trying to heighten my anticipation? You've lost, you know. I will have you." His hand grasped her breast, caressing it, squeezing it, pinching her nipple between his fingers.
Supergirl arched her back, trying to move away from the invading manhood. The Predator shifted with her, the tip of his manhood continuing to tease her womanhood, to caress the area between the lips of her vulva, obviously enjoying the distress he was causing his victim.
Supergirl jerked at the bonds that were holding her in place, but the pink kryptonite had weakened her to the point where her struggles were ineffective. Her lovely blue eyes were wide with fear, her lips slightly parted as she panted, struggling hard to maintain her composure in the absolutely compromising position. Sweat formed on her upper lip and forehead as she vainly struggled to escape from the eminent threat of his masculine tool pressing against the entrance to her temple of womanhood.
Suddenly, he stopped. "You're making it difficult for me," he observed. "I could use lubrication to make penetration easier. . ." Supergirl didn't like that. "Or I could readjust the mind control device . . ." She liked that even less. "Or . . . ."
The Predator reached up, grabbing the Wrist with the platinum watch and opening the Velcro fastener. Although Supergirl struggled, he succeeded to bring the wrist down and fasten it to the cuff attached to the belt. Supergirl resisted on general principles, but once the wrist (and the pink Kryptonite mind control device) was in place, she realized the logic to his actions. With the pink Kryptonite device was strapped to her waist, the Kryptonite radiations were flooding her waist . . . and pelvis . . . and . . . her . . . . . . vagina.
Once more, The Predator slipped between her tingling, fleshy lips to find the damp opening. He pressed forward and again, Supergirl tried to tighten her muscles. Although her muscles were still strong, especially when compared to a human woman, the Kryptonite exposure weakened them and slowly The Predator began to enter her. He smiled as she grunted, and slowly, he approached her maidenhead.
Although she was a Kryptonian, Supergirl's hymen was essentially the same as that of a human woman. In her case, the thin membrane encircled the entrance of her vagina but, like most females, there was an opening that permitted passage of menstrual fluids. Supergirl gave a cry of despair as The Predator's penis pressed against her hymen. Although his penis was unable to break through the hymen, it found the opening and with great effort, his invading manhood caused the membrane to stretch painfully wide. And, with great effort, he passed through the narrow opening. Probably no other woman in the world had a hymen strong enough to resist this abuse, but, due to the superstrength of all of her body, Supergirl's maidenhead valiantly resisted destruction. However, even this supermembrane was not impervious to pain as it was stretched far beyond any reasonable limit. She cried out.
The strain on Supergirl's stretching maidenhead caused her greater pain than she thought was possible. She wasn't used to pain, especially sustained pain. And pain of this magnitude almost overwhelmed her as she screamed. She probably would have passed out from the pain had it not been for the mind control commands she had received preventing her escape into unconsciousness.
The Predator encountered incredible tightness as Supergirl's membrane compressed his penis. Her tightness and pressure had him bordering on severe pain and in any other circumstance he would withdraw. However, he had anticipated that this might happen, and uncomfortable though he was, he knew that Supergirl's discomfort must be many times greater than his.
He pulled back, feeling the incredible sensation of her hymen sliding over and off of his penis as he did so. With the stretching of her hymen temporarily relieved, Supergirl collapsed beneath him, panting from relief.
"Please stop," she pleaded. "Haven't you done enough to me yet?"
"Not yet. Your maidenhead is still intact." He began sliding into her again slowly. "I want it! And I want a great deal more as well!"
The Predator thrust into her again, hard, and her battered maidenhead, weakening from the Kryptonite exposure, was no longer able to resist the strain. She was a super being, but there were limits to her super strength. Likewise, the pink Kryptonite was weakening her hymen as well as the rest of her. Her maidenhead gave way, shredding before his onslaught, and Supergirl screamed again, shrieking as her virginity was torn from her. Instantly, The Predator felt the difference and surmised what had happened.
Overwhelmed by the shock of what had happened to her, of being dishonored, defeated and disgraced, Supergirl collapsed beneath him. Her mind almost shut down.
Relishing his victory, The Predator withdrew an inch and began thrusting home driving his tool as deeply into Supergirl as possible. Supergirl made a feeble attempt to stop him by tightening her muscles, but to no avail. She lay defeated beneath him and no longer offered any resistance. Almost immediately, he seized and began grunting, emptying all the tension in his body onto her, consummating his domination of his helpless captive. Somewhere in the dim recesses of her intellect, Supergirl felt something hot and wet bursting forth inside of her as he poured his vile fluids into her, claiming her as his possession, marking her with his seed.
Horrified, she snapped back to reality, recognizing what was happening. "Aaahhh!" The anguished cry escaped from her lips as she wildly wiggled her hips trying to escape from his attack on her virtue. "Pull out! Don't come inside me!" she begged.
"You've got to be kidding," he gasped. His sperm continued to shoot into her. Helplessly, Supergirl gave up, and even though she had resisted him as best she could, he was erupting with a massive climax, spurting his creamy white semen into her. He filled her womb with his seed. There was panic and total defeat in her soul as the warm rush of cum entered her luscious body lying bound and helpless beneath her attacker.
Transfixed, she lay on her back, receiving his cum. It was the first time in her life she felt cum spurting into her. She accepted the evidence of his passion as it filled her vagina. No, it wasn't passion: it was vengeance! She was a receptacle for his sperm. She knew his sperm was moving from her vagina into her womb and already swimming into her tubes. He had planted his seed in her. She had received it. There was no doubt that he had completed the act. The beautiful blond heroine felt the wetness seeping between her thighs and sobbed.
"How does it feel, Supergirl?" he taunted. "You were a virgin, a real virgin, and I took your virginity from you! I popped your cherry! How did you like being raped? How does it feel to be screwed by a total stranger?"
He jerked his deflating member from her, and the sudden exit hurt almost as much as when he had broken her hymen. He rolled from the 'bed' and touched a control causing all of the bonds holding Supergirl in place to loosen.
"I'll give you a chance to relax a bit while I check with your next admirer." He grabbed his clothes and leaned over to whisper in her ear, "I asked you to imagine what it would be like to lose your virginity to a rape."
He ran his tongue around Supergirl's ear causing her to quake. "Was it what you imagined? Was it as good as you expected? How do you feel now?" He kissed her cheek. "I'll be back soon." And he left the room.
She felt tainted, contaminated, and polluted. She was Supergirl: the Girl of Steel, the strongest woman on the planet, . . . and she had just been raped. In a daze, Supergirl pulled the bonds that were now loose, but definitely still in place, and rolled on her side. She found the edge of the sheet and pulled it over her as she fell into a fetal position. Although she was unable to formulate the clear thoughts, she knew she would be raped again tonight. She would probably be raped 14 times by 14 different men.
Then she couldn't think any more.
Chapter 5: Once more
Supergirl didn't know how long she lay curled up on that plywood slab of plywood, but some time later she heard the door open and close. She forced her eyes open. It was The Predator again.
"Your next admirer has been delayed, so I'll have to fill in for a while. I don't want you to be left alone without being entertained," he explained gently as he took her shoulder and tried to roll her onto her back.
"N … no!" she complained, feebly trying to resist. But not only was she weakened from the Kryptonite radiations, her entire body felt enfeebled, unwilling to respond in the aftermath of being raped. Still, she tried to resist and The Predator used the motors to pull her elbows easily to the side forcing her onto her back, although he left the rest of her restraints loose.
"I asked you before if you could imagine what it would be like to lose your virginity to a rape," he began as he removed clothes again. "Was it anything like you expected?"
"No," Supergirl croaked out. She was tugging pitifully against the straps that held her elbows outward, forcing her onto her back. "It was worse than anything I could imagine."
Removing the last of his clothes, Supergirl saw that he already was sporting a large erection. He paused to pick up and examined the 'remote control'. After a moment, he nodded his head. "You are still weakened from the Kryptonite radiation, but your strength is still close to that of a normal adult female. The device is still set to permit your brain to function normally . . . or at least as normally as a woman's mind can function under the circumstances. And since I've given no special instructions, your body is still free to react normally.
"And now," he said, setting the remote control aside and moving over her, easily overcoming her diminished resistance and moving between her legs, "can you imagine being raped by 14 more men, one after the other?"
Tears brimmed in her eyes. She shook her head as she tremulously whispered, ". . . N . . . n . . . no . .". She knew what was coming. He had already taken something from her that she didn't want to give. And she had lost something she didn't want to lose. And now, he was going to do it again! She tried to clamp her knees around him to prevent him from continuing. But his superior strength easily pressed between her thighs and once more, his erection found its way between her labia. She twisted and turned, but there was no escape.
"It looks like someone has a hot pussy and needs a good fucking," The Predator gloated. "I'm willing to help you cool down your hot box, Superbitch!"
Supergirl grunted hard as she strained to tighten her muscles, but discouragement and a sense of futility limited her ability to resist. The Predator slowly pressed forward. She was well lubricated, both from her own secretions and from his residual semen still in her vagina. Although she tried to tighten her muscles, he grunted, using greater effort and the lubrication permitted him to slip past her defenses.
"You're still trying to resist me," he observed.
Abandoning whatever gentleness he had been observing, he brutally shoved past her resistance. She cried out in pain.
"That's nice," he commented about her tightness and her feeble attempts to resist him. "Last time was for vengeance and to claim your virginity . . ." he continued to press deeper into her. "This time is for fun!" Whimpering, she painfully felt him scraping past the remnants of her still sore hymen. The pain and weakness was too much to keep her muscles tense to resist his entrance. "After all," he whispered, licking her ear, "This will be the last time I can fuck you while you're still clean."
Supergirl gasped and quaked as she felt his pelvis meet hers. He was inside of her. She was fully impaled on his instrument. She wasn't sure what that last comment meant, but at the moment she didn't care. She gave up resisting him. Lying on her back, she relaxed her muscles, letting him take her.
"I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am," he whispered. He began to slowly, rhythmically thrust into her unresponsive body again. He enjoyed her soft, athletic curves meshing perfectly with his own body.
It took longer this time. He was slow and gentle. But still she was being raped by a stranger. As he plumbed her depths, he caressed her face, stroked her breasts, pinched her nipples, caressed her buttocks, touched her in almost every erotic way he could. He sucked on her earlobe, bit her lip, brushed the hair from her eyes, everything a lover might do. But Supergirl found nothing erotic or loving about the experience.
She moaned, grunting each time he thrust into her. With the limited use of her hands, she tried to push him away without success. It took a long time before she felt him shudder as once more he came inside of her.
Although he was still imbedded in her, he was relaxing on top of her, cushioned by her soft breasts. Unable to control the path of her thoughts, Supergirl wondered if, in time, she might find a satisfactory orgasm with him . . . if she might become enslaved to him as she had heard had happened to other superheroines . . . if he might break her . . .that she might be tamed by him. Was that possible? After all, he was her first . . . and she always suspected there was something special about a girl's first lover.
He lounged on top of her for a long time as he recovered. "It's too bad I'll have to use a condom whenever we do this again."
He withdrew and dressed again. "I know I promised you 14 men. I'm afraid I don't have the full 14, but we can see what we do have."
He didn't loosen her bonds when he left, but since her legs were free, she bent her knees together as if she was trying to close her sex to the outside world. She ached, both externally and internally. Her labia were swollen from abuse and internally, the remnants of her hymen ached and she felt as if her insides had been abraded with sandpaper. Supergirl didn't like pain. Pain hurt! And the humiliation of being sexually used against her will left her feeling absolutely degraded. It would have been so pleasant to retreat into unconsciousness if she could.
Chapter 6: Others.
Moments later, she heard the door open again. She was astonished to see Lex Luthor enter the room with The Predator. Lex was one person she never considered a rapist. Supergirl had battled with Lex, and occasionally he had defeated her and bound her, but he had never even groped her. Despite his criminal insanity, he was still a gentleman.
Then she noticed that he was wearing a wristwatch similar to hers. The Predator had obviously captured Lex and used the watch to control his mind. And, as might be expected, the mind-controlled Lex Luthor quickly mounted Supergirl and raped her.
Her next 'admirer' was Harvey Dent . . . Two-Face. Obviously, he didn't need the mind control watch. He was all to happy to fuck Supergirl, and fuck her he did, hard and furious, leaving her bruised and aching.
Supergirl recalled stories she had heard, even read on the Internet about women, especially superheroines, who when they were repeatedly raped became acclimated to sexual contact. They were broken . . . tamed. She didn't feel that. In fact she didn't feel anything like that. She just felt exhausted and sore! And she wanted it to stop. If it had not been for her super powers, she would have passed out from the abuse long ago.
Two-Face was followed by Killer Crok. Appalled, Supergirl stared at the Crok's manhood. His masculine attributes were massive! She sucked in her breath and sobbed as the large pole stretched her pussy wider than she have imagined possible. She felt like he was shoving a telephone pole into her and she was being split in half. She begged him to stop, that he was too big, but he just laughed. And came.
Several football players came next.
After that, it was time for blowjobs. She was presented with normal, big, humongous, circumcised and uncircumcised penises. Some had purple heads, others with pulsing red veins. She was confronted what seemed an endless parade of pricks - and gradually she learned how to handle them all.
Chapter x: "Escape"
Next in line was a relatively minor gang lord with his chief lieutenant. While the lieutenant looked on, his boss unstrapped Supergirl's bonds and rolled her onto her hands and knees before he mounted her, hoping that she would fight him, thus enhancing his pleasure. Supergirl was too out of it to resist and collapsed beneath his weight and whimpered as he fucked her in the ass. Knowing he was fucking the famous Supergirl, the boss came quickly.
Pulling his pants up, he nodded to his lieutenant, giving permission for the underling to enjoy this luscious piece of meat as well. At that moment, the boss's cell phone rang, so the boss turned away to answer the call.
Supergirl lay face down on the floor naked and semi-conscious in a daze, with cum flowing from her mouth, her pussy and her ass.
The bodyguard, long on muscles but short on intelligence, grabbed Supergirl's wrist and jerked her onto her back, the bloody, semen stained sheet partially wrapping around her. As he jerked her arm, his hand slipped, scraping against the watch.
"What the hell . . .?" he exclaimed, looking at the gash in his hand, then at the watch. "Hell," he exclaimed, "I like my women naked. All naked!" And he fumbled with the watch, finding the catch and opening it.
As soon as the watch fell from her wrist, Supergirl's mind cleared. Or at least partially cleared. She was no longer under the influence of the Mind Control Device. She was still weak due to the closeness of the Kryptonite, and her thoughts were those of a fuck-addled bimbo, but she was free.
At that moment, the boss turned back and screamed, "Don't take that watch off of her . . ." But it was too late. Acting more on instinct than reason, Supergirl swept her arm outward, knocking the watch across the room against the wall. Her eyes not really focusing, her other arm lashed out, knocking the goon across the room, smashing him into the opposite wall.
Knowing nothing other than she had to escape, Supergirl projected herself upward, smashing through the ceiling of the room. The ceiling was fiberboard and she broke through fairly easily, but she was painfully conscious that, although, by using great effort, she could fly, she had not yet regained much of her super strength. She had the presence of mind to change directions. She raise an arm protect her head as she crashed through a set of windows.
Accelerating, she continued rising higher, but finally allowed herself to slow down about 2000 feet above Gotham City. It was then that she realized that the sheet was still entwined in her arms and legs.
Looking at the sheet, She realized it was covered with blood and semen stains . . . and with sickening clarity she realized it was her blood, her virginal blood. She was about to cast it away from her when she realized she was still totally naked. Reluctantly, she gathered her wits and wrapped the sheet around herself, covering her nakedness. Operating more on instinct than anything else, she resolutely turned and limped northward. She had no idea how long her trip took, but finally she came to a clumsy landing in Superman's Fortress of Solitude. The trip must have taken over an hour because she felt that the effects of the Kryptonite radiation were rapidly wearing off. But, still, she felt the soreness in her vagina, the ache in her womanhood, the shame of rape. She fell weakly to her knees, clutching the bloody sheet around her as she reached the communications center to send out a distress call. Then she folded up on the floor, curling her knees close to her, her thighs and buttocks still streaked with blood and semen, semen caked on her face, a terrible taste in her mouth. She drew herself into a fetal position. And finally, the blissful oblivion of unconsciousness overtook her.
The end
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Lightning and Starfall Sold
by Torrent
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The centerpieces to the event were the two heroines naturally. The men milled around the other girls, but it was the two in the tight fitting spandex that drew the attention of the customers. Everyone here had money, it was an auction of course, but the two heroines came with a heft price. Few would be able to afford them, but in comparison to the rest of the stock, these two were special.
The other girls were taken from the streets, some were well used, others had dreams, but they had all been brought here.
Aksinya only held the auctions; he did not do any of the training and cared less what happened to them. He could see that some of the women were terrified, cringing as the men and women milled around them, examining them turning their heads from side to side and commenting on them. Others though realized there position and did their best to attract potential owners by straining towards them. Though none were ugly, few could come close to matching the centerpiece.
Slightly higher then the rest, and tied more securely, were the two heroines, both heavily sedated. Several clients milled around them, but the heroines would be expensive, they were for the super rich, but they attracted attention none the less, the tight fitting costume, the promise of power, their good looks, and their current state of helplessness all led to the allure of the two heroines.
Lightning was the most recognizable, she was a well known fixture in the skies, the sidekick to the heroine Tempest, anyone who bought her would undoubtedly be tested by a rescue attempt. Lightning had pure wheaten blonde hair that fell around her shoulders in waves, dressed in a yellow leotard, with a lightning bolt along each side, it covered her upper body down to her arms, her gloves, stripped from her, as well as her boots and belt lay to the side; a complete ensemble for any potential buyers. Her lean legs were clad in dark red tights, which wrapped around her feet which sat on the cold floor of the show room. Lightning, like her name sake, could generate electricity. Her face was hidden by her wheaten hair, with only a hint of her red mask showing.
Tied to her, rope looped around each heroine’s ankles, and their wrists held high above them, was the other heroine. Aksinya had absolutely no clue who she was, occasionally an aura of sparkles seemed to surround her, but that had faded, her costume was a blue long sleeved, spandex, tight fitting skirt that was cut low around her chest. Pink stars decorated the dark blue material, and her skirt hung no lower then the middle of her thighs. Her legs were clad in light pink hose; her strappy long sandals had been removed and again, would go to her new owner. What drew almost all of the attention though was her bright hot pink hair.
The two heroines were little alike; Lightning a little taller then the other one, a bit more full chested, though she could not have been more then a C cup. Her softer looking body clad in the tight leotard drew many comments. The other smaller heroine, with her slimmer build and her wonderfully colored hair drew a lot of attention as well.
Like Askinya thought, it was only a handful who could afford the asking price of the two heroines. The handsome and imposing outlaw Prince of the Saudi’s Sheikh Saaed, currently was overlooking the pink haired heroine, his eyes wandering up and down her body. Many stories surrounded the outlaw prince, of his sexual prowess and his known fetishes. His harem was rumored to be in the dozens, and any who displeased him would disappear for a time into his dungeons, afterwards they seemed more compliant. A frequent client of Askinya, he seemed to favor the youthful girls more, those with a rebellious streak in them, he had no doubt that the prince enjoyed what occurred in those dungeons.
The ancient looking Fogerty with his shaking hands and wandering eyes also circled the heroines. Fogerty liked to call himself Doctor Fogerty, but it was only an affectation. He had no degrees, let alone a medical one, but ancient, and incredibly wealthy, his mortality was at stake. His search for a fountain of youth had brought him here often. Askinya never wanted to know what became of those who he took back with him, he never asked.
The aristocratic couple, Kyle and Lariss Sommer also seemed to be highly interested, the two cooing and caressing the heroines” helpless bodies, running their hands over the material of their costume. The two hedonists often took the most innocent of the girls to corrupt and influence, promising them endless pleasure and then discarding them once they had their fill of amusement.
Finally there was the wicked Maiden of Virtue a tall imposing woman, her face hidden by a featureless plastic mask, she was the only super villain in attendance. Her outfit was a long flowing robe, a deep blood red, she moved coolly around the group, her eyes glittering behind the mask. Askinya, again, never asking, had only heard rumors; the Maiden’s face was hideously scarred, surgery after surgery had left it a mangled mess, her turn to villainy had been to support the growing costs, and she had a well known hatred of heroines. Whom she “instructed” and “reeducated” from their wicked ways, little is known what became of them afterwards. She had never been here before, but had come specifically for these two.
The two heroines had been heavily sedated, barely aware of their surroundings, slight moans and gasps came from them, their outstretched bodies ogled by the group of four would be buyers. Fondled and teased, it was impossible to not notice that the pink haired heroines were rock hard nubs visible through her tight top.
Askinya moved over to play the role of salesman, smiling politely at each in turn.
“How did a low life like you happen to catch these two Askinya? They are well beyond your normal stock.” The prince asked haughtily, his hand tiled the pink haired heroine’s head upwards tilting the young looking face, from side to side; her lips were painted soft pink that seemed to glimmer in the light.
Askinya merely spread his hands wide, “Would you believe that this one..” he gestured at the pink haired one, “blundered into a trap.” He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, “A novice no doubt, that is why we do not know her.” Her lips parted in a weak groan, her eyes were barely open to small slits. “We would’ve only captured her but this one showed up suddenly.” He then grabbed Lightning’s wheaten hair, her blonde locks wonderfully soft in his hands he realized, he swallowed heavily trying to block out the sensation, he never kept merchandise. “And she got so involved rescuing her friend that she didn’t even notice the shooter until the tranq darts were in her rear…” He laughed at that, the Sommer’s joined him in his laugh.
The Maiden only scowled, “Luck favors the foolish it seems.” Her voice a raspy whisper, she ran her hand along Lightning”s side, “such costumes, and skin tight… little sluts playing at hero…”
The rest seemed to shy away from her. The Sommer’s let their hands wander along Lightning”s front, “there’s absolutely nothing wrong with these darling outfits.” Lariss commented, the hand running downwards, along the smooth curve the leotard until it dipped between Lightning’s legs, “they are all sooooo darling aren’t they dear?” Lightning’s hands clenched and she rose upwards a bit, exhaling a soft sigh while the hand lingered there between her legs.
Kyle nodded, his hand between the two heroines, clearly attracted to the softer looking Lightning, stroking down her back, to her soft rear, pressed tightly to the pink haired heroines rear, he cupped there, meeting his wife”s fingers, between the heroines legs, “such warmth as well.”
Askinya gently separated the two hands, pushing them away from the heroines’ bodies. “You know the rules; nothing sexual on the floor.” He then grinned, “After you get one of these beauties back to your place though…” He let the sentence trail.
Lariss gushed, “Ohhh Kyle we positively must have one, imagine her wriggling body between us… “
Kyle looked aroused, barely contained, “It has been a long time since I’ve had a virgin… all you sell are used goods Askinya, heroines are supposed to be virgins.” His hands aching to return to the barely hidden pussy under the leotard.
The Maiden laughed, “not all… though sometimes they are led to believe that their powers are tied to the virginities” She paused, and looked squarely at the couple, her eyes glinting with the promise of the madness that was rumored about her, “Many are indeed virgins, but after I’ve deflowered them they still remain quite powerful.”
Sheikh Saaed growled lowly under his breath, “This hair is it real… such an odd color… “ The prince knew the rules well, and had only resorted to lifting the short skirt of the heroine, discovering as Askinya already knew, that the pink hose was covered by a tight pair of blue spandex panties that matched her dress, “Does she match?” He seemed quite interested in finding out.
Askinya could only shrug, “I have absolutely no idea, we sometimes dress them, bathe them…” But he winked at the Sheikh, “for these though, I thought in pristine condition and untouched would be preferable. After all who would not want to unwrap these treasures themselves?”
Fogerty was ancient, his hands trembling, they were cupping Lightning’s breast, squeezing it then in turn he would wander over to squeeze the pink haired smaller chest. “They are small… nothing like Marvel Girl…” he said with a grin, his bent form hobbled around the heroines, but he turned to the Maiden, his eyes widening like a school child… if that school child was rumored to be over a hundred. “Virgin? Marvel Girl was no virgin…. but one of these…” His hands returned to Lightning’s breast, trembling and stroking while he touched, she was soon trying to pull back from his hands.
The Maiden only shook her head, “What are you asking for them?”
Askinya”s smile broadened, “As you can imagine quite expensive….”
Fogerty had his driver head back slowly, across his lap lay the sprawled form of Lightning, her rear raised up enticingly towards him directly across his lap. Her bound form, wrists tied behind her back, and her ankles and thighs also bound tightly together kept her helpless. His shaking hands caressed the firm pert rear that was lifted up, “Perhaps virginity is indeed the key… “
His fingers slide along her back, feeling the tight fitting spandex, “its okay dear… soon you’ll be awake and if what I hope is true… you will be quit pleased to know that your body will soon furnish me with long life!” he giggled inanely as he tugged on the hidden seam near her neck loosening the spandex along her back, he tugged on the tiny zipper until it bared more and more of her creamy skin.
“When I was younger I would’ve had my way with you… “ The fingers pulled the zipper lower still until it slide over a slight bump, the red silken strap of a bra revealed, “But these days… well I have my issues…” his voice was quavering as he pushed her hair away from the revealed skin.
Lightning’s only response was a slight moan, her body trembled though, “she”s waking up Baxter please get us home…” Another spasm shot through her body while his fingers worked the zipper downwards until it stopped at the small of her back, the line of creamy youthful skin revealed was making the old man tremble with a growing lust, his eyes constantly drawn to the red silk strap.
Baxter slowed the car and pulled it into the ancient mansion, considerably older then its owner. The giant of a man, his face inscrutable, got out of the car and opened the door for his master, “Carry our guest for me will you please Baxter?”
Baxter grabbed the young awakening heroine and lifted her over his shoulder with only a,”Yes sir.” His hand resting on her thighs, the normally placid man could not help but run his hands along the dark red tights she wore.
Lightning, her feet clad back in the boots she wore, and her belt back on her waist, was starting to come too, more trembles and spasms shot through her body and a muffled weak moan escaped her lips.
Fogerty gripped her blonde hair and pulled it to the side, “not to worry, soon… very soon…” The old man hobbled after his servant, growing more and more eager at the prospect of what he would soon be doing to the young heroine.
The room they carried her into was stark compared to the lavish furnishings above, around it sat machinery, modern medical equipment, and glass jars, a hundred items that Fogerty no longer knew what they were used but just for the experience, painful, terrifying, and intrusive that they brought to his subjects. The centerpiece of the room was a steel reinforced reclining chair, straps were placed all along it, wires ran up and along its side were various mechanical arms, Lightning was starting to wake up now, and her head thrashed from side to side, “where .. where am I..” she tried to ask desperately trying to get a view of where she was.
Her bound body was helpless to Baxter who effortlessly lifted her up, as soon as her eyes spied the chair she screamed, her blue eyes wide, “oh god no no no …” she writhed desperately as she was lowered to it, trying to break free of the bonds that held her, but she was still weak.
Fogerty watched all of this with a grin, he busied himself powering on machinery, the lights coming on with a dim hum, “not to worry my dear, by all reports you should live wonderfully fine through all this…” he paused, a sinister look crossing his face, “and I promise to let you go once I am young again…”
Baxter pushed the squirming heroine down onto the chair, easily holding her body down while he untied her wrists and elbows before flipping her over again. Her hands snapped up and shocks went through him as she strained to get her powers. “No no! Let me go!” Her cries grew more desperate as he manhandled her hands down and strapped them into place, leather cuffs going around them. “You won’t get away with this!”
Lightning bucked and twisted, but the huge man had experience doing this, and when her wrists were in place he went to work on her ankles and thighs, untying them, he spread them apart, not wide but far enough to give the doctor … “access” … leather cuffs were wrapped around her thighs and secured. Returning to her feet, he undid the zippers along the side of her yellow boots and pulled them off her feet, tossing them to the side, her hose clad soles waved helplessly as they were strapped in. Finally standing back, he stared down at her mute.
“Please … let me go. I haven’t done anything… I don’t even know who you are!” Lightning’s bright blue eyes stared out fearfully at the imposing man, his silence intimidating her. She bucked and pulled straining to break free of the cuffs but her strength was non existent, occasionally sparks would shoot from her fingers as her powers started to return.
Fogerty approached her, staring down into her eyes, his old filmy dark eyes never leaving hers, “she is pretty isn’t she Baxter?”
Baxter nodded and only replied with a “Yes Sir.”
Lightning breathing grew quicker as she looked at the ancient man, “what ... what are you going to do? Look… you won’t get away with this…” Her voice quavered as she tugged again on the bonds, “So you better just let me go…”
Fogerty grinned like a school child again, “What am I going to do with you?” He asked, “Its so much better to experience it… but you will help me be young again…” his dry chuckle broke into a wheeze, his eyes noticed the sparks, “meta”s it took me a while to come up with this…”
Baxter knowing his task pulled Lightning’s head up and held it in place. The ancient man took a silvery gleaming crown from one of the many dangling wires and slipped it down over Lightning’s blonde head, it tightened almost immediately to fit her head. “There… it worked for others like Marvel Girl… it should work for you.” He flipped a switch.
Lightning’s scream echoed through the room as she arched up high in her bonds, bucking as the lights on the diadem brightened, each one lit in succession. Her screams grew in pitch as she shook her head violently, “please take it off!!!” She screamed, her body outlined in the taut material that hugged her every curve.
Fogerty watched with amusement, Baxter dispassionately stared as the heroine’s desperate gasps grew into more pain filled wheezes and then suddenly she collapsed into the chair, breathing hard, tears streaming from her eyes. Her fingers no longer shooting off the sparks that had shocked him
Fogerty looked quite pleased, “there… that worked well wouldn’t you say?” Lightning could only whimper in response, her head turned to the side she bit back a sob.
“Now then, you’ll forgive the crudeness but I do have my affectations, after all I think the humiliation is part of it.” Reaching above, he pulled down a thick looking flesh colored phallus, at the tip was a small opening, a tube running into it from behind, an adjustable ring along the center held straps. He turned the dazed heroine’s face upwards and pushed it against her lips, “open wide Lightning…”
Lightning was too weak to fight effectively but she tried to keep her mouth closed tightly, the thick rubbery thing rubbing against her lips, “mmmff! Nfff!” finally Baxter had to intervene pinching her nose shut for several long seconds before she forced out a breath. The thick thing went into her mouth gagging her, her red glossed lips spread wide around it, sealing a perfect circle.
Fogerty lifted her head up and allowed Baxter to tighten it, “Try to hold it in place Lightning… “he tapped the ring around it showing how it would slide up and down, “we would not want you to choke on it.” A fearful whimper greeted him as she stared up at him with her blue eyes.
The long tube though was connected to a jar, turning a nozzle started the drip, a thick fluid started to fill the tube and move through it towards the helpless heroine’s mouth. Her eyes watched the encroaching liquid with terror, “nnfff fffsee!” she tried to mouth through her gagged lips as it drew closer and closer.
“Just swallow it down like a good subject… you all resist at first…” he said, “but you eventually suck it down whether you want to or not…” Lightning’s sob was his only reply, as the thick liquid touched the back of her mouth, her throat bobbed as she swallowed.
“While you are busy swallowing your medicine lets get you out of your wonderful costume…” Fogerty’s hands seemed to take on an extra tremble at the thought, “all of these wires just aren’t for show…” Lightning’s hand clenched but her throat worked as more of the liquid flowed into her mouth.
Baxter started at her neck, the old man only watched; her costume already opened from behind by the seam was easy to pull down, stretching between her shoulders the straps of her red bra over her pert chest. All the while the young heroine could only wriggle and swallow… her throat constantly working as the vile liquid was pumped into her mouth.
The belt was then removed, leathery and segmented it was carefully stored to the side, “for further evaluation” Fogerty said with a wicked smile, her costume was to be kept intact.
The leotard was worked all the way down, pulled down between her legs and then lower till it went around her ankles, stripped off her body coldly, while a perverted old man simply watched. Her silky red bra hide her breasts from his prying eyes but she knew they would soon take that from her. Her tights were tight around her waist, but beneath them was the tempting site of her panties, red silk protectively covering her pussy.
“mmfffsee…” was the only resistance she could offer, her heart pounding, eyes feasting on her near nude body.
Baxter paused, letting his master appreciate the view, “it has been such a long time since I have seen such lovely flesh…” Fogerty”s hands touching her bound wrists. Baxter was thorough, and methodically unlocked each wrist, but without her powers she was only a normal helpless girl. She strained and fought him, her fingers clawing but he pulled the sleeves of her leotard off her regardless and soon had her wrists rebound.
Fogerty’“s breathing was hard, his scented breath was on her skin, reeking of his ancient decay, he was staring intently at her bra, occasionally wandering down to the hidden silken panty.
Baxter pulled on the tights, gliding them down over her legs. Baring the panty, the red silk standing out against her creamy bare skin, her lean legs exposed to their hungry eyes. The panty was a simple bikini cut, modest over the hips, and slightly puffed over her pussy, the fine texture of her muff hidden beneath it.
“There is nothing like a lovely woman just in her skivvies” Fogerty commented, his eyes locking on her breasts, his eyes never moved, and indeed Lightning could feel a tightness around her bra, a faint tingling as she dutifully sucked down the thick liquid. “Mmfff…ffsee fftpp…” she tried to whimper out between swallows.
Fogerty reached up and grabbed more wires, placing them with his shaking hands along her young skin, his rough ancient fingers touching her smooth soft skin, as he attached them along the top of her exposed cleavage, more around her temples, and a few along her stomach, two went between her thighs, her body went taut, his quavering fingers near the promise of her pussy. The warmth drawing them for an instant as they rubbed over silken panty. “ahhhhh…”
Baxter worked patiently as well, her ankles were undone one at a time and her tights and her leotard was pulled off her, the young heroine soon left only in her bra and panty
“Lets see if she’s worth what we paid for her…” Lightning’s eyes closed, soon to be naked for these too, her heart pounded, but she could barely move, let alone generate electricity, her breathing quickened as the hands moved beneath her back, the thick vile liquid forcing her to swallow every so often or drown. “ffnn….” Tugging futilely as they unhooked her bra strap and lifted the bra cups from her chest baring her hidden nipples
Her pert mounds were nearly perfect, the proud C cups tipped in pink nipples that faded into the soft flesh. But what worried her greatly, what terrified her so much was that they were feeling incredibly tight, her nipples standing at stiff attention. The skin around them firm, the nipples themselves were puffed, swollen, and darkening in color
Fogerty made a slight disappointing sound, “Mmmm small but somehow … cute…” Her eyes closed in humiliation tears leaking from them, her muffled protests lost. “Still though worth milking and if it is true…”
Lightning”s eyes snapped open, understanding finally the true intent of her captor, “MMMLKNGG!?” she screamed straining upwards, bucking up and down, an enticing display as her pussy danced for them.
They were patient though, waiting for her to calm down as Fogerty watched his eyes on those pert young breasts, and the firmness about them that seemed to be growing. All the while she sucked down the thick liquid that was forced into her mouth, her chest heaving, bouncing as she strained, and gasping with each little drink. Her nipples growing more puffy and darker, straining and fit to burst processing the thick liquid that she was being force fed.
Fogerty reached over, his fingers closing around her nipple, Lightning shook her head desperately, “nnfff!” she screamed into her thick gag, his fingers gave the nipple a sharp pinch, her body arched upwards and a spurt of thick milk shot from her, her horrified eyes following the stream as it splashed to the floor.
“I’d say she’s quite ripe wouldn’t you Baxter?” Fogerty was positively glowing with his delight at the heroines helpless state.
Baxter nodded, “yes Sir.” he responded, helping his boss lower the long tubes, with the clear plastic cups downwards, Lightning could only watch in growing fear, “nfff... ffseee... ffsee...” she moaned pitifully, as the cups were brought towards her breasts.
Lightning shook her head wildly, her blonde hair tossing and straining desperately trying to find any way to get free. “FFSSE... FFUU CCNNTT!” she screamed into her gag, choking a bit on the thick liquid. The clear globes sealed around her breasts, a faint suction started, easy at first, pulling her firm breasts and pink nipples deeper into the cones. A long shuddering groan came from her lips as she arched her back whimpering at the sensation.
Fogerty stroked the blonde hair from her face, wiping at the tears that were forming, “now don’t be sad heroine… you are helping an old man get his life back.” His grin showed yellow teeth. “Turn it to full power Baxter.”
“Yes Sir…” the giant responded without emotion, turning a dial slowly on the machine moving it ever upwards.
The suction on Lightning’s breasts grew, pulling them more and more into the cups, until the swollen pink nipples were near the nozzles, at the very bottom of the nozzles were small rubber rollers, which suddenly clenched tight around the nipples in alternating patterns. First one nipple then the other, at each clench, rich creamy heroine milk shot into the tubes, and each one elicited a sharp scream from the young heroine.
Her back arched, and her breasts in the process of being milked, the wicked old man snipped the straps of her bra over her shoulders finally pulling it completely free off her. Her entire body trembled, taut like a bow, and arched, Baxter’s eyes never seemed to leave the site of her pink nipples being alternately pulled and tugged into the nozzles and squeezed.
The two watched her for what seemed like interminably long minutes, for her they seemed to stretch on for hours, as the potent heroine essence was sucked down the tubes and into the processing machine. It mixed and combined, and finally after several minutes of waiting, a single drop was squeezed out into a large container. “There you go Lightning, see? There is an end in sight at least… all you have to do is fill that.”
Lightning’s eyes widened as she saw the size of a container and how little it seemed to fill with each drop of her milk, the slow steady pumping of her breasts continuing unabated. She trembled and then broke into tears closing her eyes tightly.
Fogerty shook his head, “As long as you remain wonderfully productive and sucking on your medicine it should take no more then say … Oh I don’t know… fifteen, maybe twenty hours or so.” His eyes again wandering against her lightly sweated body. “But I am not without my kindness.” He said picking up a small butterfly shaped toy.
His ancient trembling fingers grazed along her body again, stroking the soft skin as it wandered down to the band of satin that stretched from her panties over her hips. Fogerty was visibly drooling over the anticipation. Lightning kept her eyes totally closed as the milking seemed to continue, her panties tugged downwards, inch by inch by the perverse ancient man. First revealing the soft curls of her muff, a wispy puff of wheaten curls nestled under the red panty, then finally her pink slit, slightly moist, her thighs clenching.
“Virgin pussy, it has been so very long, hasn’t it Baxter?” Fogerty’s eyes leaned close to study it in intimate detail, licking his lips and inhaling the tangy scent of the abused heroine. Her screams having resided to soft moans and gasps as the pinches on her nipples continued, she seemed barely aware of the intimate study of her untouched pussy, and never noticed the small butterfly shaped plastic until it was against her pussy.
The rise and fall of her breathing, in tune with the pumping on her breasts, skipped a beat, but as the butterfly settled into place, and her panties were pulled back up covering the tangle of blonde curls, she seemed to relax again. Fogerty gently patted her between her legs, causing her eyes to clench tighter for a second. “I promised that I was kind…” he touched a small button on the side of the table, and the butterfly between her legs suddenly began buzzing with a quick vibration.
Lightning’s eyes shot open and she arched higher in her bonds, gasping loudly, “and I absolutely promise that your virginity will be intact, after all it is as important to me as it is to you.” He grinned down at her, staring into her wide eyes as she looked up at him, but this will help you keep going through the night.
The buzzing was random, pausing for seconds or up to minutes, then stopping again for indeterminate amounts of time, each time the buzzing started the heroine bucked helplessly, trying to dislodge it from her red panties to no avail. Her sobbing grew more frantic as the two turned away from her. “Nfff! Ffttppp fooo fnntt ffvvee ffeee!” she screamed into her gag, the thick liquid having already spilled from the corner of her lips slowly pooled around her blonde hair.
Fogerty stood up, walking across the room to the container, enjoying the sounds of gasps and whimpers. He tapped the side of it and then pulled the tube from the top of it, holding it over his mouth. Lightning’s blue eyes turned to him, staring at him and clenching shut from time to time, the suckling on her breasts were already causing her nipples to start to ache. As she watched horrified at this perverse and ancient creature, a drop of the potent heroine essence formed at the end of the tube and fell into his mouth. “Ahhh I feel younger already… my suspicions were right.”
Fogerty returned the tube back to the container, crossing his arms, “Yes Lightning, you are a fountain of youth indeed, and I look forward to getting rich off your body.” Long sobs came from the helpless heroine as she clawed desperately into the air, fear gripping her at the thought of an eternity as a helpless prisoner, around her thighs sticky moistness gathered. The old man, aided by his giant helper moved towards the door.
Fogerty turned back to her, at the door and glancing in a final time as the lights in the small lab were dimmed, “I am an old man Lightning, I need my rest.” The lights dimmed to darkness, and the room was only lit by the displays and lights one machines. Her helpless moans and cries filled the air as her body was used, her panties staining with her juices, left alone in the room. All the while the pumping and milking of her breasts continued, the streams of milk slowly dripping into the container, drop by drop it grew.
Fogerty left the young heroine to her own tortures for the remainder of the night, though all of it was recorded for playback later, her body laid out and restrained it writhed helplessly for several hours, growing weaker and weaker, until only weak moans came from her, the thick juice force fed into her drooling from her lips, her hips pumping up and down in timing with the vibrator between her legs. Her proud breasts remained firm and youthful through it all though, her pink nipples aching and red as the night wore on. Fogerty’s attention was focused solely on her, and as such never realized the danger he had brought home
Askinya had been correct, and it was shortly afterwards that Tempest showed up. She was the side kicks mentor and had been looking for her since she had disappeared the day before, finally tracking her down. The powerful heroine tore through the house and found her young side kick being violated. Lightning’s eyes unseeing, shattered from her ordeal, lay on the chair strapped in and unmoving even when Tempest brought down the door to her prison.
Tempest had been horrified at the discovery, quickly pulling the breasts free from their prison, ending the heroines milking and pulling the thick phallus from her mouth. It took her some time to realize the buzzing toy in Lightning”s red silk panties however and she gingerly reached through wheaten curls to pull it free a sated gasp coming from Lightning as she slumped down into the chair in relief.
Fogerty and Baxter were slow to react, but luckily Tempest’s concern for her sidekick gave the pair plenty of time to get out of the house, with several containers of Lightning’s milk. The container in the room had been just for show, a cruel attempt to dishearten the captives he had used there, the true product of the heroines milking had been stored secretly, and the long night had resulted in several gallons of rich heroine milk.
Tempest helped dress the shattered sidekick, Lightning’s body trembling from the night of violation, her breasts aching she flinched when her costume was brought over them, finally covering herself, her hands clenching the vibrator that had been used to bring her so much discomfort and pleasure. The two heroines searched through the house and could not find any sign of the sickly old man who had inflicted the night of milking on Lightning.
What ever became of the pink haired heroine! Who bought her? What is her story? Do you have a preference of the villains offered who you would like to see torment a lovely magical girl? Drop me an email and I will create the story to go along with it: eda104@gmail.com