Note: This story is meant to take place after the events of 'Breaking Mystique', and replace the story 'Breaking Storm'.
Storm The dark and heavy storm clouds slowly began to gather slowly over the parched ground of what used to be green savannah before the drought hit this corner of Kenya. Slowly, as the storm clouds gathered and became lower, lightning strikes began, slashing through the gathering darkness with their brilliant flashes. Then, when it got quite dark, droplets of water began to fall from the sky, landing on the hot dry soil. More and more droplets began to fall, before – quite suddenly, as if someone had turned on a tap – rain fell in a heavy torrent.
On the ground, masses of people were gathered in what looked like the square of a village constructed crudely out of mud and zinc roofs. As the rain began to fall, a collective cheer went up, and the men, women and children gathered broke out spontaneously into dance and song. Their joy was understandable. The season had been uncharacteristically dry. The efforts to drill new wells and find new sources of water had failed. The impact on the herds was immense and with the threat of famine had become all too real.
As the people danced, a dark form fleeted across the sky, flying in the rain. A spectator might be forgiven for thinking that it was a large bird, but as the form got nearer, it was clear that it belonged to a tall and slender figure woman.
Those that did not know of the woman and her powers might be amazed at the seeming ability of the woman to fly, but the people celebrating on the ground knew her, for they had summoned her. They had summoned Ororo Monroe – better known by her alias, Storm – of the X-men to help them. She had once been regarded as their goddess of life, and in this hour of their need, she had returned to render assistance.
Storm's mutant ability did not consist of an ability to levitate. However, Storm could use her ability to manipulate the weather to generate winds to lift her up into the air. Her flight was aided by a large black cape, which she wore on her back. The ends of the gold-trimmed cape were attached to her wrists so that it could spread out behind her like wings and act as a parasail. In this way, Storm could fly for quite a distance.
Storm's hair was platinum white, which was unusual given the fact that the woman was African, held back by a black metallic headdress across the crown of her head. She was tall, perhaps around five-foot nine. She had also a very good figure, with a narrow waist, very well rounded hips, and a pair of firm breasts high on her chest.
All these were shown off to good effect by the costume Storm wore, a black glossy PVC bodysuit with a gold stylised lightning that cut across her upper chest, before her breasts, before slashing down from her left, across her body, to the right. The bodysuit had long sleeves that covered her arms completely, and leg openings that were cut high up to her waist, fully revealing the pair of long slender legs that she had. To complete her costume, she wore a knee-high black PVC boots, and a curious black headdress over her head, to keep her long white hair away from her face.
Storm would have liked to join the villagers for a celebration, but she could not. Generating the storm had exhausted her. While she had the ability to control the weather, and she could generate a violent storm if she wanted to, she could only do so within a limited area. For a drought as extensive as this, she would have to visit a number of villages. On top of that, she could not alter the fundamentals of the weather. The conditions that had led to a drought were still there, and she would have to return constantly to each village. While she was more than glad to help, in truth, this has exhausted her.
Storm could feel that her powers were weakening. It had taken a supreme effort on her part to generate the latest storm. She knew that she had to rest and recharge.
Storm swooped away from the village and the storm. It took her but a few minutes to fly out from the rain into the burning hot sunshine. She winged over the savannah landscape until she came to a dusty town. This was where she had based herself for the past month. It was the provincial capital, but it looked little bigger than a small town, and had not much more activity.
Storm decreased the power of the wing under her cape, and guided herself smoothly down onto the roof of the largest building, which was the town's only hotel. She walked to the staircase and went down to top floor, where her suite was. She took a key from a small pocket built into her cape, and opened the double door.
As Storm stepped into her hotel suite and locked the door behind her, she noticed a whiff of the sweet scent of flowers. She turned and was surprised to find flowers all over the sitting room of the suite. They have been placed in vases, that had been arranged together with lit candles.
"T'Challa." Storm whispered. This was exactly the kind of romantic extravagance that the King of Wakanda would engage in. Sure enough, as she turned towards her bedroom, she saw a large burly shape emerged through the door. The male figure was dressed entirely in black, in tight fitting spandex. He wore a cape around his broad shoulders, and his head was entirely covered by a black hood. The hood had a pair of extensions coming out of its top that resembled cat's ears. It was the Black Panther.
"Hello my love." the man said in his perfect English as he walked towards Storm.
"What are you doing here?" Storm asked, astonished, "Aren't you suppose to be in Egypt?"
"I couldn't stay there," the man said, pulling up the hem of his hood to expose his thick sensual lips, "I missed you too much."
With that, the Black Panther gathered Storm into his embrace with a strong around her trim waist, and planted a kiss onto her lips.
"Mmmmmph..." Storm sighed as their lips met.
Suddenly, she felt something sharp sting her in her rump. Storm's eyes drew wide at the sensation. Something was not right. As she looked up at the face of the Black Panther, she saw that it was changing, turning more feminine, with the eyes turning all yellow.
"Mystique!" Storm exclaimed, pushing the shape shifter away. Mystique laughed as she stepped back, still holding a hypodermic syringe in her right hand. The body changed, turning from that of an athletic man, into the trim svelte body of a woman. The costume disappeared, to be replaced by a blue scaly body.
"Why are you..." Storm said as she tried to take a step. Her body was becoming sluggish and her mind had difficulty focusing. She realized that she had been drugged. Suddenly, the whole world seemed to tumble around her as she lost her balanced, and fell to the floor, on her side. It took only a few moments more before she fell into a drugged sleep.
Frost
The mumbled conversations and the clinking sounds of silverware on plates and champagne flutes filled the great marbled hall of the Reconciliation Institution. The buffet table stretched from one end of the hall towards the other, and was filled with the most expensive delicacies. While not a formal dinner, but a buffet served after a seminar, most of those present were in expensive dark suits, with a generous dosage of fashionable, and costly, new age wear.
There was one bright white spot amongst the dark and earthly tones in the hall. It was a woman that seemed to be entirely white. She had platinum blonde hair that reached down to her shoulders in straight lines, framing her delicate face with high cheekbones and a pair of large sapphire blue eyes. Her lips were thick and glossy with a wet pink lipstick. The woman was walking towards the exit of the hall.
"Ms Emma Frost, are you leaving already?" a female voice called out to her. She stopped and turned to see a beautiful young woman walking up to her, dressed in an expensive black dress with mandarin collar shirt and walking slits up either sides of her thighs, showing of her long and slender legs. She was rather more petite than Emma Frost, but she was just as proportionate curvy as the taller woman. She had long, almost raven black hair that she wore in a china doll bob cut, with a straight fringe that covered her eyebrows.
She was the chairperson of the Reconciliation Institution, as well as one of its founders, having contributed vast amount of her wealth to set it up. While she was the Deputy CEO of a high tech firm doing advanced weapons research for the Pentagon, she also claimed herself to be a firm believer in progressive causes, such as reconciliation between mutants and humans, which was why she contributed so much money to the institution.
It was this woman that had invited Emma Frost, as the headmistress of the Xavier Institution, to give a speech to the seminar. As such, Emma Frost was dressed in her signature X-men costume of glossy white PVC. Perhaps the most immediate and striking feature of the costume was the huge stylised X formed by the cutting of the costume over her skin.
The scanty white top of the costume consisted of little more than a band of white fabric, connecting two white PVC covered cups that covered her ample breasts. Since the two cups were not connected together, this left her cleavage completely exposed. The top and bottom of the cups narrowed towards her cleavage, ending in tips pointing right and left into her cleavage as they gripped her breasts. These formed the waist of the letter X.
The cups were held in place over Emma Frost's two large and heavy breasts by the stiff steel bones running along the edges of the cups. These ribs ran back round her back, the bottom ones meeting along her spine where an open ended zip began, while the other curved ran round her back under her shoulder blades before running upwards along either sides of the zip, before flaring out to run around the bottom of the collar of the costume, ending at a pointed tip below her throat. This formed the top crotch of the letter X.
This arrangement of ribs held the top up and around her body like a large clip. While this arrangement might be uncomfortable for most women, Emma Frost, being familiar as she was to wearing a corset constantly as the White Queen of the Hellfire Club, adapted readily to this.
The top was complimented by her hot-pants. It barely covered her firm and rounded buttocks below her prominent hips. As she bent down or sat down, the hem of the hot-pants would hike up the swell of her buttocks, accentuating their roundness. The front of the hot-pants did not hide her well-toned abdomen muscles, even as its top rose up into an upward tip pointing towards her navel. This formed the bottom crotch of the letter X.
To complete her costume, Emma Frost wore a pair of platform boots on her long and slender legs. The top of the boots stretched high up over her knees as the stretchy PVC material clung tightly onto her form, accentuating her legs. As Emma Frost turned to go, the tight PVC fabric of her costume creaked as it stretched to accommodate her movements.
"Yes, Ms Black." Emma Frost said.
"I'm sorry to hear that." the woman said, flashing a smile that exposed her perfect white teeth. Emma Frost noted that she was wearing high-heeled shoes that looked uncomfortably steep.
"I'm sorry I have to leave. There are some urgent matters I had to attend to." Emma Frost said.
"Ahhh, I see." the woman said, "X-men matters? Well I understand, but you must promise to have coffee with me some day."
"Of course," Emma Frost said, before turning and strolling out of the hall to the lush green grounds of the institution. She found her white Porsche and climbed into it. With the sound of a heavy roar of the engine and of grinding gravel, the car sped out of the compound into the rural road leading back towards the city.
The sun had long set in the autumn evening, and the road twisted and turned in the dark. The road was practically deserted. Emma Frost had only encountered a few cars along the way. Suddenly, as she passed a side-road, a dark bulk loomed out of the shadows, and loomed onto the tracks. Bright lights flooded the interior of her car from behind.
Emma Frost sensed the danger immediately, even before the bullets started impacting the back of her car, shattering the rear windscreen. Throwing her steering wheel sharply to a side, and jamming her brakes, she J-turned her car, and brought it roaring down the other side of the road. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the bulk was a four-wheel drive, with black clad men hanging out of the windows with Heckler and Koch MP7A1 4.7mm submachine guns. They were caught off-guard by the unexpected driving skill of the woman.
As Emma Frost sped away, she saw the four-wheel drive made a turn, and raced after her in the rear-view mirror. She could see the bright blinks of the weapons firing. She felt the bullets impact the back of her car, and she fish-tailed it to give them a more elusive target. However, the inevitable happened, and a round found its way into the right rear tire, puncturing it explosively. Emma Frost jammed the brakes, fighting desperately to retain control of it as it swerved towards the side of the roar. She just managed to turn the car before its rear slammed into a tree.
The four-wheel drive drove up to the wrecked Porsche, and black clad men got out. They were not wearing body armor as they had been told that the subject would not be armed, but they were equipped with night vision goggles and Gotex hoods. They walked cautiously up towards the wreckage of the car, their weapons raised, playing the beams from the torchlight mounted on the side of their weapons over the area.
"She's not in the car!" one of the men warned.
"Shit!" said another.
"It's not polite to curse in front of a lady!" said a voice in the darkness of the woods.
"There she is!" warned a third man. They raised their weapons. But before they could fire, a wave seemed to hit them as their bodies jerked back. Screaming, they dropped the weapons, and collapsed onto their knees, holding their heads. Then another wave seemed to hit them, and they collapsed onto the ground, unmoving.
Emma Frost walked into the pool of light thrown by the beams from the four-wheel drive. She hardly seemed the worse for wear from the crash.
Just then, another four-wheel drive arrived with headlights blazing, charging towards the white clad mutant. But before it could reach the mutant, a bright narrow beam of ruby red light shot out of the woods nearby and hit the vehicle. The vehicle seemed to lurched to one side, then flipped and exploded into flames, landing on its left side as it skidded down the road until it finally came to a stop. No one got out.
"Emma, are you all right?" a familiar voice called. A tall man stepped out of the shadows, dressed in a leather jacket with a large yellow X on it. He was wearing a visor over his eyes with a narrow red slit.
"Scott!" Emma Frost exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"
"There have been attacks on X-men all around the country." Cyclops said, coming up to Emma Frost, "I tried to get to you as soon as I could. Looks like I got here just in time."
Emma Frost smiled as the man reached her, and took her waist in his hands. She pushed her body against the man's, and tilted her head to one side to plant a long wet passionate kiss on the man's lips. She felt the man's hands reached down from her waist to her buttocks, and cupped them in his hands. His tongue reached deep into her mouth.
"Mmmmmm." Emma Frost moaned.
Suddenly, Emma Frost felt a sharp prick on her right buttock. She pulled her face away from Cyclops' and looked down. She saw a hypodermic syringe in his right hand, with its needle planted deep into her rump.
"What...Scott, what are you doing?" Emma Frost asked.
"I'm not Scott." said a woman's voice. Emma Frost turned around sharply to see the face of the man changed to that of a beautiful woman's. The pale skin began to darken, turning into a deep blue, even as the smooth texture turned scaly. The visor became discolored, and shrunk back into the face of the woman, revealing a pair of yellow on yellow eyes.
"Mystique!" Emma Frost exclaimed. She tried to focus her mind to launch a psychic attack on the shape-shifter, but her head suddenly began to swim, and she felt her body faltering. As Mystique released her arms from around Emma Frost, she fell onto her knees. Emma Frost realized that she had been drugged.
"Don't bother to fight it. It's a fast acting tranquilizer." Mystique explained just as Emma Frost fell onto the ground. The former took a walk-talkie from inside her jacket, pressed the talk button and spoke into it.
"Master, I have the White Queen. She's ready for collection."
A distorted voice came back, "You have done well, slave."
Then, Emma Frost slipped into the dark embrace of unconsciousness.
Storm
Storm moaned as she felt a pair of powerful hands seize her by the shoulders, and pull her up to a kneeling position. She blinked in the bright light as her eyes adjusted after the darkness of a drugged sleep. It took her a long while before she could focus and examine her predicament.
Storm found that she had been put in bondage while she had been out. She could feel her jaws being forced wide open by a thick and foul-tasting rubber ball stuffed into her mouth. The ball was held in place by a thick leather strap that encircled her cheeks around to the back of her neck. Just beneath the leather strap of this gag, she could feel a thick collar of cool metal encircling her long swan light throat.
Storm could also feel rope running up the entire length of her arms. A rope had been placed over the back of her throat, with the ends pulled down over her shoulders, and back under her arm pits. The ends of the rope had then been criss-crossed down her arms, pulling them close together behind her, such that her elbows were almost touching. Her captors finished by tying the rope around her wrists, binding them together. They were so securely tied that she could not move them.
Her captors had not neglected Storm's legs either. She could feel that her ankles had been placed together and bound with rope. The rope had not only been secured around her ankles, but also wound around her feet, through the crooks formed by the high heels and soles of her boots, thus preventing her from moving her feet.
Looking down, Storm could see that her thighs had also been tied together with rope, at a point just above her knees, with the rough texture of the rope biting into her exposed soft skin. The rope was wrapped all the way up from her knees to the middle of her thighs, making it impossible for her to even open her legs an inch.
Looking up now, Storm saw that she had been brought into a place that looked like the inside of a warehouse. Goods were stacked along the sides, but the centre was empty. She could see a Land Rover parked to one side. Finally, her eyes rested on the figure of a tall man with broad shoulders dressed in khaki pants and white shirt. He was studying the bound mutant carefully.
"I see that our captive is awake." The man said as he walked up towards Storm.
"I had not had the time to study my new captive carefully just now." The man said, as he paced around Storm kneeling on the floor. She writhed futilely in her bondage, and the man smiled thinly at the sight of her struggling. Belatedly, she realized that as she fought the ropes binding her arms, her torso was twisting, and this caused her breasts to juggle before her, despite the tight material of her PVC costume, and she cursed herself for not wearing a sports bra.
"Mmmmmmph!" Storm screamed in rage into her gag. She would have demanded to know what the man wanted, if not because of the gag. It was a question that was answered in any case as the man walked round behind her, and knelt down with his captive between his legs. He snaked both his hands around her, and gripped her firm breasts in his hands.
"MMMMMMMPH!" Storm screamed in pain as the man squeezed her breasts hard. But the man did not stop there. Storm's humiliation would continue. He pushed her body down onto the floor, but lifted her hips back and up, so that her crotched was facing up into the air. He then inserted a finger into the right leg-opening of her costume at her waist, and brought it down, tracing the hem of the leg-opening until his finger reached her crotch. Then he lifted the fabric material covering her crotch and pushed it aside, away from her vulva.
That did not uncover her crotch, for Storm was wearing a pair of black thong panties. The man smiled and slid his hands up through both her leg openings, at her hips, and found the elastic waist band of the panties. He then pulled the panties down sharply until it was off her buttock, before touching her vulva softly, exploring the vagina lips with his fingers.
Incensed at being molested so blatantly, Storm tried to gather the electric charge to zap the man with a lightning bolt, but as she tried to do so, she felt a strange tingling around her throat, coming from the object around her neck. And then ... nothing. The lightning bolt did not materialize, and she realized with a sinking feeling that the collar around her throat must have some sort of inhibitor device. She was well and truly helpless, bound as she was.
"I see that your hair here is white as well. You certainly are bushy here. When was the last time you waxed?" the man asked, laughing, playing with her pubic hair. Storm wanted to break free and squeeze the life out of the man, but she could only kneel helplessly and allow the man to humiliate her.
"Well, we can soon take care of that." The man said as he stood up and walked away from the mutant beauty, allowing Storm to slump onto her side, where she could observe him. He went to what look like a tool cart with a chest of drawers. He opened one of the drawers and took out two items, a jar and a box. He walked back to where Storm lay bound. She recognized the items instantly, and shook her head, pleading with the man not to do it, but he ignored her as he knelt down beside her crotch. She tried to writhe away, but the man held her down.
Storm could not see what the man was doing, but she heard the sound of the paper box being opened, and its contents scattered on the floor behind her. Then she heard the lid of the jar being unscrewed. She felt a viscous liquid being applied to the pubic hair on her crotch. Finally, she heard the sound of a plastic strip being torn off something, and that something being placed over her crotch. It felt like a paper strip, which it no doubt was.
The man patted the strip firmly over her entire crotch. Then he waited. Storm knew what was coming, but this did not make it any less painful. The man took one end of the strip, and tore it viciously away from her crotch. Storm's eyes welled up in tears as the pain shot through her from her crotch.
"Well, I think we got most of it." The man said, laughing as he dangled the strip with her pubic hair in front of Storm's face.
"Let's wash up now." The man said, standing up. Storm tried to twist around to find out what he meant, when she heard the sound of a tap being turned. Suddenly, a jet of water hit her crotch, and she screamed once more into her ball gag. She turned her head just enough to see the man holding a rubber hose, spraying water at her vagina lips and anus. She tried to twist away, but the man merely changed his aim a little. The water probed her two openings like cold fingers stabbing at them. She felt as if she was being assaulted by the water. Much to her amazement, she could feel her body responding to the stimulation, as if it was preparing to receive a lover.
The man walked up to his bound captive, and dropped the hose next to her, with the water still running. He walked to the tool cart, and took a bar of soap from the top. He then walked back to the mutant. He lathered the soap, and applied the soap liberally all over her crotch. She shuddered at the touch of his fingers as they slid past her two openings and the hood covering her clitoris.
"Mmmmmmph!" Storm protested into her gag as the man's fingers went up her crotch again until they came to her anus. She could feel it as one finger inserted itself into her opening, then a second finger came in, stretching her anus sphincter. She could not believe that the man was doing such a disgusting thing as to put his fingers into her asshole. She had never had her asshole penetrated by another person before. It was a violation that she was not prepared for.
Worse was to follow. The man twisted his fingers within her asshole, broadening them and lubricating them. He took up the hose and washed his fingers. Then, taking the tip of the hose, he pressed the running hose into her asshole.
"MMMMMMMMPH!" Storm screamed in agony as the running hose penetrated into her, and flooded her inside rapidly.
"We must get you clean inside as well, don't we." The man asked as Storm squirmed beneath him. The man held the hose within her for a while, driving her almost insane as she felt herself filling up inside to an almost bursting point. Relief only came when the man pulled the hose away from her asshole, and picked her up to a kneeling position again to allow the water to run out from her hole, which he obligingly held open with his fingers.
"You like that?" the man asked solicitously as he walked back to Storm. She merely glared up at the man. The man let Storm slump back onto her side again, and writhe on the ground as he walked away for a while. When he came back, he had coils of ropes in his hands, and her crotch was almost dry. He knelt down next to her ankles, and untied them. Then he lifted her up to a standing position.
"Move!" the man ordered, pushing her towards the Land Rover. She could only hobble towards the vehicle, with her knees still being bound together. When they got to the vehicle, the man took Storm by her waist, and threw her into the back. He then climbed in after her, dropped the ropes he was carrying on the floor, before dragging her to the front end, just behind the driver cabin. He rolled her onto her stomach, and untied her arms. She started to struggle, but the man took quick hold of her right wrist, and twisted it. Applying leverage such that she could not struggle, he tied that wrist with rope. Then he pulled up on her right arm such that she was turned onto her side, before he placed her right wrist against the rollover bar just behind the driver's cabin. He tied the loose end of the rope on her right wrist to the bar, binding it in place.
The man now took a second coil of rope. Storm tried to withhold her left hand from him, but the man stunned her for a moment with a forceful backhand slap across her left cheek. He took hold of her left wrist, and tied it quickly to the other side of the rollover bar, leaving Storm bound with her arms apart, stretched across the back of the cabin.
It was only when both her hands were securely bound to either side of the Land Rover that the man untied the bound thighs of the mutant. Storm tried to twist her legs away from the man and tuck them under her, but the man caught her right leg, and twisted her body to the left as he folded her right leg. She struggled mightily, but in her twisted position, she could not bring full leverage to play on her long legs, and the man managed to fold her leg, and bind her ankle to her thigh with rope. The man then attacked her left leg, twisting her body to the right as he pulled her left leg up to make struggling difficult. He then folded her left leg and bound her left ankle to her left thigh, leaving Storm effectively frog-tied.
Storm looked up at the man, glaring at him as he uncoiled another coil of rope. She could not resist the man as he doubled the rope, and placed it over her neck. He brought the ends of the rope down, and crossed them between her breasts. He pulled the ends of the rope under her breasts, then round to her back, before bringing them round to the front again, just over her breast. The man tightened the rope around her such that her breasts were crushed between the lines, under the PVC fabric of her costume, eliciting a moan from his captive. He tied the ends of the rope over her cleavage, leaving a long running end. He pulled this long running end down to her exposed crotch. He knotted the rope at the point where the rope touched her clitoris, and knotted it again about four inches behind the first. He pushed the knot against her clitoris even as he pulled down the rope in between her vagina lips. This left the second knot neatly over the puckered opening of her anus. The man now pulled the rope up her back, before tying the end of the rope around her waist.
Storm screamed into her gag at this treatment. The way she was bound left rope applying pressures on her breasts and her crotch. Worse, she had knots pressing against her clitoris and her asshole. Any movement that she made threaten to rouse her sexually, adding to the tension that had already been building inside her by the man's treatment of her body.
"That should do it." The man said as he stood up. He got off the back of the Land Rover, and returned with a canvas tarp. He spread the tarp over the bound mutant, covering her completely. Then he left
"We should leave now. We've got a plane to catch." The man said as he climbed into the driver's seat on the Land Rover.
Frost
Emma Frost opened her eyes slowly as she crawled back into consciousness. The first thing she saw was the white fluorescent lights shining down from the ceiling of a small room. Raising her head weakly, she found herself leaning against a concrete wall, with her arms raised high above her head. Looking up, she saw that her wrists were linked together by a pair of handcuffs, threaded through the eye of a chrome stainless steel bracket mounted on the wall.
This was not the only element of her bondage. Emma Frost could feel her jaws being pulled wide open by some rounded object in her mouth. She could taste the foul taste of rubber, and feel the broad leather strap that encircled her jaws from the object, all the way round to the back of her neck. She realized that it was probably a ball-gag of uncomfortably large girth that was already causing her to drool uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth.
Looking down, Emma Frost saw that her legs had been placed against one another, and then secured to one another with thick white plastic ties that looked like larger versions of the plastic zip ties used to secure cables. They encircled her thighs just above her knees, and her ankles.
Looking around, Emma Frost saw that she was in a small concrete room. A matte steel door shut the only exit from the room. The room was fitted with a shower head and a tap on a wall to one side of the room. A length of rubber hose was attached to the latter. A steel locker standing at one corner and a long but narrow bench bolted to the bare concrete floor were the only furniture.
Emma Frost tried to scan her environment, attempting to establish some kind of psychic contact with any minds that might be around. However, her head still felt heavy and numb, and she could feel nothing. The numbness had a familiar feel to it. It felt exactly like the effects of the psychiatric drug that was given to her as a teenager to suppress the 'voices' in her head. Of course, the psychiatrists did not realize that the 'voices' were the thoughts of the people around Emma Frost that she was unintentionally reading. The drug suppressed the 'voices' as it blocked out her telepathic abilities, but it also left her mentally dull and physically weak. That made her vulnerable to the abuses of the male nursing staff. With a chill running down her spine, Emma Frost felt a pang of fear that she had not felt for a very long time.
Emma Frost sat alone in the cell with her hands cuffed above her head for what seemed like hours before her captors seemed to notice that she had regained consciousness, and deigned to pay her a visit. There was the loud clank of a steel bolt being thrown back on the other side of the door, and it swung open.
Emma Frost looked up to see a dark-haired woman from the Reconciliation Institute. It took her a while to recognized her as the same woman she had met earlier, for instead of the rather subdued makeup she had worn earlier, she was now wearing cherry red lipstick, with dark eye-shadows and heavy mascara. She was also no longer wearing her black dress. Instead, she was wearing a black PVC corset closed by steel clasps that ran down the centre of the front. The corset gathered her breasts and pushed them up and together, forming a deep cleavage despite the rather small size of her breasts. The corset also pinched her torso sharply at the waist, emphasizing the swells of her hips.
To complement the corset, the woman was wearing a pair of black PVC thongs that hug her body just beneath her flared hips. A pair of long smooth thighs flowed from under the panties down until it reached the top of a pair of black PVC thigh boots. These boots were glossy, and had heels that must be at least five inches in height.
To complete the ensemble, the woman was wearing a pair of black PVC elbow gloves, together with a black choker. And over her shoulders, she was wearing a cape that flowed down behind her, held in place by a clasp over her throat. The whole effect of the costume and the woman's arrogant gaze at the captive was to remind Emma Frost of a Black Queen of the Hellfire Club.
"So, our slave has awoken." The woman said, smiling as her tongue rolled over the word 'slave. She walked up to the manacled captive. The latter glared up at her with ill-disguised hatred. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see two men entering the cell after the woman. They were dressed in white uniforms, like those worn by male orderlies in a mental asylum in the 1970's, with white double-breasted polyester tunics over white polyester pants.
"Get her on her feet." The woman ordered. The orderlies went up to where Emma Frost sat, and one of them unlocked her handcuff with a key chained to a leather belt under his uniform tunic. The orderlies were strong, and easily constrained her weak struggles as they twisted her arms behind her, and then secured the handcuffs around her wrists again, this time with her wrists behind her back.
"Get her out of that whore clothing." The woman ordered. The two orderlies now pulled Emma Frost over to the bench, before forcing her into a kneeling position. One of the men took out a pair of scissors while the other held her tightly. He cut away her hot-pants first, first slicing through the material around her right thigh, then that around her left. With an unceremonious yank, he pulled the cut pants from between her thighs. Then he inserted one of the jaws of the scissors underneath the elastic band of the collar of the top. He cut through the material. The other nurse now grabbed the back of the top then yanked it off her back. In the process, the front of the top was forced open, and her large breasts popped free of the two confining cups. Her costume was dropped unceremoniously on the floor next to her cut hot pants. Emma Frost was now kneeling on the floor, dressed only in the tiny lacy thong panties and her thigh boots.
"The undergarment as well." The woman said mercilessly. Emma Frost protested into her gag, and tried to twist her hips away, but in a moment, the orderly with the scissors had cut through the hip straps of the thong, and it was yanked away from her body.
"I think we can leave those boots on her for the moment." the woman said, not disguising her look of lust as she looked down at the nude X-woman, "Time to give her a good wash."
The orderlies pulled Emma Frost unceremoniously to her feet, and pushed her under the shower head. A wheel on the wall was turned, and cold water cascaded down onto her stripped body. She shrieked into her ball gag, but the orderlies held her firmly. One of them took a large wet sponge from the floor and squeezed a large amount of soap gel onto it from a dispenser mounted onto the wall, then lathered it. He then ran it unceremoniously up and down the naked body of the mutant, paying extra attention to her breasts, kneading them with the rough material of the sponge. This, together with the cold water, caused her nipples to stiffen and extend.
"Quite a slut, isn't she?" the woman laughed as she observed this. The blonde captive blushed visibly at this comment.
The orderlies now turned her around, and bent her body down, raising her butt. The man with the sponge now brushed it vigorously to and fro over her crotch, irritating her vulva and her clitoris. He wormed a corner of the sponge into her vagina, rubbing the sensitive insides. She cried into her gag at this, but there was no mistaking the effect it had on her, as she closed her eyes and panted.
"Make sure you clean her insides." The woman said. Emma Frost opened her eyes at this instruction, and saw to her horror that the orderly with the sponge was now holding up the rubber hose. For the first time, she noticed that it was fitted with a steel shank. The shank had a large hole on its blunt tip. He wormed the sponge into her anus to lubricate it with soap, before placing the tip of the shank against the puckered lips of her anus.
Emma Frost knew what was coming, but it did not lessen the shock when it did come. The cold tip pushed up against the tight sphincter of her anus. Its insistent pressure parted the elastic band of muscle, and entered into her. The pain shot through her like electricity, and she gasped into her ball gag as she was held down firmly. When the shank was deep into her, the tap was turned on and a shot of cold water surged into her. She gasped again, bringing a sinister smile to the dried lips of the man. More and more water rushed into her rectum, filling her up rapidly until she felt as if she was about to explode. Then, suddenly, the shank was withdrawn from her anus, and with a gush, her body expelled the stained liquid out of her onto the floor. This process was repeated several times, with the shank being rammed into her again and again, until the liquid was no longer stained.
"Good. Now put her into something more 'comfortable'." The woman instructed. The two orderlies dragged the mutant off from under the showerhead towards the bench. As one orderly held her down, the other went to the steel locker and opened it, retrieving several neatly folded white garments from within.
As Emma Frost was held down by one orderly, the other unfolded the first garment to reveal that it was a straitjacket. The design of the straitjacket had a pair of long-sleeves with no openings at the end. Each sleeve ended with a long leather strap. Each of the leather straps had a row of holes running up the end, reinforced with steel grommets. These would correspond to steel buckles at the ends of short leather straps secured to the back of the garment, across the opening down the back. This opening was closed by a steel zipper, and there was another thick leather strap secured to the front of the jacket, at the waist, that stretched down onto the floor. This was obviously the crotch strap.
At this point, the design began to differ from convention. The crouch strap was divided into several sections. The first was a long strap running down the front. This was secured to a steel ring, which was in turn secured to a second steel ring via short leather strap. This steel ring, in turn, had another two other thinner leather straps secured to it. These mated up to a pair of steel buckles on the hem over the back, one on each side of the zippered opening.
But what made this straitjacket truly different from any that Emma Frost had ever seen was the fact that it was made of thick white leather. It was obviously a heavy garment. The cutting of the garment was not loose as was the norm. Indeed, the garment's waist had a cutting that resembled that of a severe corset. To reinforce this impression, the sides of the waist had lacings that could be tightened, as well as bones inserted at regular intervals.
The handcuffs around Emma Frost's wrists were removed by the first orderly who then held her down tightly while the other came up to her with the straitjacket. Between them, they forced one of their struggling captive's arm, then the other arm into the sleeves. To keep her subdued, the orderlies now pushed her stomach against the wooden bench, and pushed her arms high up into the air, pinning her into the bench. Then the straitjacket was pulled all the way around her, covering her from her neck down to cover her hips. The practiced ease with which the orderlies did this against unwilling captive probably indicated the frequency that they execute this maneuver.
One of the orderlies now worked on the back of the garment. He mated up the end of the open ended zip then pushed the heavy head up the tracks until it reached the other end just under the back of her neck. There were two small eyebolt here, secured to either side of the zipper. A small lock had already been hooked to one of them. The man now hooked the shank of the lock through an eye at the top of the head of the zipper then threaded the shank into the opposing eyebolt. Snapping the lock shut, this effectively secured the zipper.
The man now reached down and pulled up the crotch leather piece. He fed it between the long slender thighs of the mutant captive, and pulled it up. He made sure that it was tight, prompting a moan from the blonde woman, before securing the twin straps into the buckles. Perhaps intentionally, the two steel rings rested against her crotch at points precisely over the entry to her vagina and her anus.
Emma Frost was now pulled up into a kneeling position by a powerful tug backwards on her extended arms. The two orderlies now worked to wrap her arms around her body, underneath her breasts that were straining against the confining garment. They pulled the leather straps at the end of the sleeves against the struggling captive, then pinned her down again on top of the bench again as they buckled the straps into place. She was now fully secured in her straitjacket.
"Tighten the garment." The woman ordered. The orderlies worked on the lacing down the sides of the garment, lacing it tightly, forcing her already trim waist to an even narrower girth until her waist was distinctly pinched, before securing the laces with bow knots.
"Excellent. Now, we'll have to replace that gag with something a little more secure."
One of the orderlies now stood up and went back to the steel locker. He retrieved a piece of white leather garment, and she groaned inside of her. It looked like a corset as well, but it was obviously a collar made for the neck. It had an opening down the back that was closed by a set of hooks and loops. It was stiffed by vertical bones sewn into it at regular intervals. He brought the collar up to her as she was pinned down over the bench. He pulled her hair away and placed it around her long swan like neck, then secured the back. This collar reached all the way up from her shoulders where its flared base rested, to the top of her neck where a tongue flared up and forward under the chin, forcing her to tilt her head upwards.
A leather cup was hinged at the end of this tongue, made of the same thick white hide as the rest of her bondage. In the centre of this cup was a strange protrusion. It was a black collapsed rubber bulb surrounding a stiff rubber tang. This rubber tang had a hole pierced through it. If Emma Frost could see the front of the cup, she would see the small steel nozzle secured to the front that was the other end of the hole. Another steel nozzle was next to it.
The cup had a set of four straps. Two were secured to its side, while the other two was secured to the top towards the sides. The gag she had been wearing since her capture was now removed, and her jaws forced open as the leather cup was hinged upwards and the tang inserted into her mouth. The rubber bulb tasted horrible of new rubber as it slipped between her teeth. When the cup covered her lower jaws completely and the tang was fully inserted, the side straps were pulled around to the back of her neck, and buckled tightly in place, security the cup in place. This left the two top straps resting against her cheeks on either side of her head. These were now pulled up the sides of her head, and the buckled tightly over the top.
Her captors finally released their hold on her, and allowed Emma Frost to sit back on her ankles. They allowed her to test her bonds by tugging, but it was obviously too secure for her to free herself from. Worse, the waist of the straitjacket was pressed uncomfortably into her waist, forcing her to breathe only in short breaths.
After allowing her this moment of struggle, the woman in the black corset stepped up to her. She was holding a white rubber tube with a white bulb on the other end. As the orderlies held her arms and her head tightly, the woman secured the end of the tube into one of the two steel nozzles on the front of the leather cup covering half her face. Then she pumped the leather bulb. Almost instantly, Emma Frost felt the leather bulb inside her mouth inflate. With each puff, the bulb became fuller and fuller, firmer and firmer, filling up her mouth, and pressing her tongue down into the bottom. It also forced out her cheeks until they were pressed firmly against the sides of the leather cup. This so effectively gagged her that she could only whimper at the discomfort of having such a large object in her mouth.
"Plug her." The woman said, just when Emma Frost thought that it could hardly get any worse. Once again, she was forced down onto her knees and pinned face down on the bench while one of the orderlies retrieved two objects of torment. One was a long shank made of white rubber, imitating a genuine penis, except that its proportions were hugely unrealistic. It even contained exaggerated versions of veins down its sides, and had a head that was almost mushroom-like in relation to the rest of the body. It had a steel base with a visible plastic knob at the end. The man poured a generous amount of lubricant from a tube, and approached her from the rear.
The effectiveness of her new gag was soon tested to the limit as Emma Frost screamed as the Herculean intruder was introduced to her with little care. It stretched her vagina wall, seemingly to the limit as it tracked upwards deeper and deeper into her. Its veins touched off bolts of sensations that shot up her spine, causing her to pant against the confines of her corseted straitjacket. Finally, it was pushed all the way up, and a metallic click could be heard from behind her as the spring-loaded catches at its base snapped securely onto the steel ring over the mouth of her vagina.
Her cruel captors did not let her rest but soon came back with the second item. It was, like its brother, made of white rubber. But it was fat and short, and resembled an onion bulb with a flanged base. Its proper place in her anatomy was obvious, but seemed too large to fit into her. Nonetheless, her captors were determined to try. Again, lubricating it generously, they placed the blunt tip against her anus, and pushed it in. Despite the fact that she had already been opened by the steel cleaning shank earlier, her sphincter was stretched to its limits, causing her to whine in pain as the plug was pushed deeper and deeper into her, its girth expanding as it went. Finally, she felt the overstretched muscle slipped over its widest part, and closed around its flanged base, followed by the metallic clicks of catches at the base slipping over the steel ring surrounding her anus. It was only when she had been thoroughly plugged that the orderlies cut the plastic zip ties binding her legs together.
"Excellent." The woman said with satisfaction as Emma Frost was hauled onto her feet. The mutant was in total distress throughout her whole body. Not only did she had two over-sized intruders inside of her, her waist was still adjusting to the confines of the corset, while her head was forced to look up permanently at an awkward angle, her jaws gripped tightly by the cup of the harness. She had never been so controlled in her entire life, not even in her previous stint in a mental asylum.
"Take her to her cell." The woman ordered. The two orderlies seized Emma Frost by her arms and dragged her out of the room through the doorway, and then down a bare and narrow corridor of bare concrete until they came to another steel door. This door had a glass panel inserted on its face to allow someone to look into the room beyond.
The steel door was opened, and Emma Frost was dragged through it. The interior was all too familiar to Emma Frost, who had spent so much time in an asylum. Its walls and floor were heavily padded with foam. However, instead of the usual canvas, the rubber foam was covered by glossy white PVC fabric. The foam sheets were secured to the walls by fabric covered pins at regular intervals, forming a field of studs across the walls and floor. The cell was lit by fluorescent lights on the ceiling.
Emma Frost was flung to the soft floor.
"Ummmmph!" She moaned as she hit the floor. She turned gingerly around as the orderlies left the room, and the cell door slammed shut with a loud clang, leaving her alone in the brightly lit room. She looked up and saw the face of the woman as she looked into the room through the glass panel on the door.
"Activate the vibrators." Came a disembodied voice from a speaker mounted to the ceiling of the cell. On command, the dildo and anal plug inserted deep into Emma Frost suddenly sprung to life, worming and wriggling within her tracts. Their powerful vibrations sent shock waves through her body.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" the blonde mutant screamed into her gag as she fell onto her right side, squirming and twisting on the padded floor of her new cell. Even as she moaned and groaned, she could hear the cold laughter of the woman.
Storm
Storm was driven for what seemed like hours. The road they drove over was uneven, causing the vehicle to buck and bounce. With each jolt, the ropes binding her torso would tighten around it, chafing her most sensitive places. The knot on her clitoris, in particular, kept rubbing the fleshy knob this way and that, driving the bound and gagged mutant crazy. She could feel her body, already partially aroused by the earlier abuse of the man, responding to the rubbing of the rough hemp rope. She realised that she was coming wet beneath her, even without looking down. The dampness was all too apparent as her own juice ran down her crotch.
Matters took a turn for the worse as the man turned the vehicle into rough country. The bouncing became even worse. So did the movement of the rope around her torso. Storm could not help but moan and groan with each jolt, as they drove her further and further into desire. She did not believe that it was possible for her to be driven to such lust while in bondage, but here she was, her body responding like a slut to the unwilling bondage that she had been placed in by her captor. Soon, she reached a stage where she wanted nothing more than to be released from the unbearable tension that had been built up in her groin.
Finally, the man brought the Land Rover to a halt. The tarp covering the prisoner was removed, and Storm saw that they were on a primitive airstrip. An old DC-3 transport aircraft stood at one end of the runway, illuminated by lights laid on the side. She read the letterings on the silver sides, saying "Niganda Cargos".
The man climbed onto the back of the Land Rover, and tied a doubled rope to the front of the rope where it ran criss-crossed between her cleavage. This left two long ends. He fashioned a loop at each end, with a clinch knot. When this was done, he untied Storm's right hand. Storm was too exhausted by her ordeal to resist as he pulled it in front of her he fed the hand through one of the loops, and pulled the loop tight around her wrist. The clinch knot rode up the rope until it rested tightly against her wrist. When this was done, the man untied Storm's left wrist, and did the same.
Then the man pulled her onto a kneeling position. Storm found that the length of the rope binding her wrists were not long enough to allow her to extend her arms fully. Instead, they were bent before her breasts, as if she was a begging doggy. The man now took another coil of rope, doubled it, then fashioned a loop at one end. He placed the loop around her neck, and tied the loop off with a dead knot so that it wouldn't tighten around her neck and choke her. He then tugged on the other end of the rope like a leash.
"Crawl you bitch!" the man ordered. The harsh command stung Storm, and she considered resisting him. But the tug around her throat was insistent, and she had to get gingerly on all fours. Since her legs were still frog-tied, she had to crawl on her hands and knees. She also found that the length of the rope binding her wrists were such that she would have to pull at them to touch the ground, without getting too low. This caused the rope to pull on the rope binding her torso. This in turn led to a chain reaction throughout the rope. It tightened around her breasts, squeezing them downwards, even as it pulled up over her stomach, driving the rope over her crotch hard over her clitoris, between her vagina lips, and into her anus. Storm moaned at this.
"Move bitch!" the man ordered again, and slapped her raised rump to emphasise his point. Storm crawled with difficulty to the tail of the Land Rover. She could see no platform to help her descend. But the man used his booted feet to push her buttock, causing her to fall off the rear of the Land Rover.
"Up!" the man commanded pulling on the rope leash. Storm got back onto all fours again, and followed the man, struggling with her rope, and with the sensation coursing throughout her body from the rope around her body. It was all she could do to focus on putting one hand and one knee before the other as she crawled over the rough ground towards the airplane. After what seemed like an eternity, she and her captor finally arrived at the airplane, where a ramp had been placed against the open doorway.
"Up the ramp." The man ordered. Storm obeyed without hesitation, only wanting for the whole ordeal to be over as she crawled up the ramp into the rear of the plane. The rear was piled high with cargo, but the man led her to the front of the plane, where they were seats arranged on the side, facing each other. They were all simple fabric net seats, with cushions for the butt, but one of the seats was special. It looked like an overgrown version of a baby seat, a deep padded compartment surrounded on three sides by the structure of the seat.
"On your knees, bitch." The man ordered, and Storm obeyed, getting onto her knees, and raising her wrists. She was simply relieved to be off her crawling position. The man took out a pair of handcuffs. He took hold of her right wrist, and twisted it behind her back. He snapped one of the manacles around her right wrist. He then took her left hand, and pulled her left arm behind her. He passed the other manacle of the handcuff under the rope around her waist, and snapped it around her left wrist. This left her hands handcuffed behind her back to the rope binding her body. She pulled at her handcuffs, and found that if she pulled too hard on the handcuffs, the rope around her torso would constrict around her, squeezing her breasts, and massage her clitoris. She could not help but moan in pleasure at this. She caught the man looking down at her as she did this, and she suddenly was filled with a sense of shame.
"Could it be that our proud X-man is into bondage?" the man speculated mockingly. He laughed as Storm blushed, her reddened cheek apparent in the harsh white light in the interior of the plane. The man now pulled Storm over to the special seat. He lifted her up and placed on kneeling into the seat. She found that the seat fitted her snugly, pressing in against her side to hold her firmly. The man then took a leather seat belt – the two ends of which were secured to the sides of the seat - and pulled it across her lap, and secured it tightly. He took a second belt that crossed over her upper chest, above her breasts. This belt had a companion that crossed beneath her breasts, and he secured this too, framing her breasts between the two leather strap. Finally, he took up the fourth belt that ran across her forehead, and tied it tightly. Storm was very effectively pinned into her seat.
Having secured the prisoner, the man stood up now and went into the cockpit of the plane. Apparently the pilot was in already, for Storm heard words being exchanged. Then the man returned and sat down in a seat opposite her, and tied himself in.
"I hope you don't get airsick." The man said mischievously as the engines of the plane started outside with two bangs.
Frost
Emma Frost was exhausted. Her captors had left the dildo and anal plug vibrating within her for what felt like the entire night. When it finally, stopped, she fell off into a fitful sleep, exhausted by the ordeal of the day.
This was her life over the next couple of days – or were they weeks? It was hard to tell in a room that was always lit, and time seemed to stretch in the room where there was absolutely nothing to do except suffer the torments that her jailers were imposing on her.
The dildo and the anal plug within her would suddenly come to life at unexpected times, shaking her to the core. She felt as if the insides of her were being scrubbed and rubbed something raw. Sometimes, their vibrations would pulsate, just to add variety to the torment. Often, they will come to life – perhaps deliberately – while she had finally fallen into sleep, disrupting her sleep pattern, and exhausting her further.
Eventually, the door to the cell was flung open. Two burly men came into the cell. Emma Frost, startled awake by the sound, tried to push herself away from the men, but it was a futile gesture as she was seized by her arms, and pulled out of the cell. She was dragged behind the two men down a corridor, struggling all the way, facing backwards, until they came to a pair of double doors. The men pushed the door open, and dragged her through between the two of them. She was roughly raised onto her feet and turned around to face the centre of the room.
The room was bare, except for a chair in the centre, flanked on either side by trolleys with covered trays on top of them. The chair was large, with a frame of chrome pivoted on top of a large hinged stalk that flared out into a broad base. It looked rather like an old fashioned barber's chair, especially, with the padded cushion on the seat and the back that were covered with white vinyl, with a large tubular cushioned headrest on top, also covered by white vinyl.
But the chair had additions that gave Emma Frost no illusion that this was a true barber's chair. For starters, it had broad leather straps bolted to its sides, from the headrest, down to the seat. On one side, the straps would have sturdy double-tongued steel buckles. On the other, they would have double rows of holes punched along the length of their thick hides. The holes were reinforced by steel grommets to make them even more resistant to tearing.
But the most intriguing addition to the chair was a pair of steel extensions that extended down from the front edge of the chair, on either corners of the seat. These ended with a step each, and had leather straps running along its sides as well.
As Emma Frost was pushed towards the chair, she noticed another thing. The seat of the chair was not all of one piece. It had a slot down the centre, from the front towards the back. The back of the seat was missing with a hole through which she could look down onto the floor.
Emma Frost was turned around, lifted up and placed into the chair. The leather straps were applied with merciless tightness across her entire forehead. One went over her forehead, pinning her head into the headrest. A second went across her throat, to prevent her from wriggling her head lose from the first strap. Three others crossed over her torso and arms, still snugly secured in the straitjacket.
At last, the men came to her legs. Her right heel was placed on the step of the seat, and her ankle strapped into place. Then the same was done with her left heel and ankle. This secured her legs to prevent her from flailing them as the men removed the broad leather strap securing her long thighs together. Once this was done, they spread open her legs, and strapped her knees into place over the top of the extensions to the chair.
Emma Frost pulled at her bonds a little, and quickly established that they held her tightly and almost immobile into the seat. About the only things she could still move was her eyes and her fingers – wrapped uselessly in the sleeves of the straitjacket. She realized that her naked buttocks were exposed underneath her, for she felt the cold air against her flesh there. The same goes for her crotch, as she could feel no pressure against the dildo and anal plug inserted into her.
Her jailors now knelt down on either side of her. They reached under the chair, and she could hear the sound of ratchets turning. Slowly but surely, her legs began to spread open as the extensions to which they were strapped to spread away from each other. They moved inexorably until her thighs were spread wide before her, both reaching almost sixty degrees away from the centre. When this was done, the two men stood up, and left her alone, bound to the chair, completely immobile.
Emma Frost was left alone for some time, time enough for her mind to create horrifying scenarios of what they were going to do to her. She tried to suppress the unpleasant thoughts, but they kept bubbling up. The two trays on the trolleys on either side of her did not help much. They obviously contained objects under them, but the green cloth covering them did not allow her to tell what they were, allow her to conjure up images of pincers with huge jaws, nasty probes, or dissection saws.
Finally, her thoughts were interrupted when the double doors opened, and the woman came into the room, still wearing her Black Queen outfit.
"MMMMMMPH!" Emma Frost protested into her gag as the woman approached her, her hips swaying seductively as her high heels clicked on the floor beneath her, and brushed a PVC-gloved hand up the inside of her right thigh.
"Let's get you comfortable, shall we?" the woman said as she leaned down to the captive mutant's left. Glancing down, Emma Frost could see her cleavage as she leaned over and pushed a lever on the side of the chair. Suddenly the chair tilted back until her captive's back was at a forty-five degrees' angle from the horizontal. This raised her legs high up into the air, presenting her buttocks and her crotch forward and downwards at an angle.
"Let's get rid of these two," the woman said solicitously as she took a firm hold of the anal plug inside of Emma Frost. She twisted it viciously, eliciting a sharp drawing of breath from the bound blonde. The movement seemed to have retracted the catches on the base of the anal plug, for the woman wriggled and pulled it loose from Emma Frost's asshole with a light pop and placed the plug into a tray on the trolley filled with antiseptic liquid.
"Now for the other one." The woman said, grasping the base of the dildo. Once again, she rotated the base. This caused the dildo to turn inside of Emma Frost. The ridged wall of the dildo scraped against her vagina wall, causing her to cry out into her gag. Then the catches came loose, and the dildo was withdrawn from inside of her. It too was dropped into the tray of antiseptic liquid.
The woman went around to the back of the chair. There was the sound of something being wheeled over the floor. Emma Frost tried to catch a glimpse of what it was as the woman went past her, but from her strapped position on the chair, she did not succeed. The woman came to a stop right between Emma Frost's legs. The bound mutant could see the motions of the woman's body and arms as she began to make some adjustments between Emma Frost's legs.
Suddenly, the captive X-men felt something press against the lips of her vagina. As it penetrated into her, it felt just like the dildo that had been removed from her just a moment ago. Her captor did not push the dildo all the way up into her however. Instead, she only inserted it part of the way – merely the bulbous tip. This was followed by the penetration of her anus, with an anal plug, but this one felt thinner, more like the dildo than the previous tipped cone that had been placed in her. With her asshole loosened by the previous butt plug, the tip of the plug entered her easily. The plug, too, was placed only partly into her, just sufficiently for the tip to be inserted through the sphincter.
Then Emma Frost heard the sound of tape being pulled off its roll. There was the sound of a scissors cutting through something, and she felt a strip of tape pasted against her right inner thigh. This was followed by a second strip. Now her captor seemed to pull something up, and Emma Frost saw a tiny silver bulb held between the index finger and thumb of her right hand. A thin wire trailed from one end of the bulb. She pushed back the fleshy hood covering Emma's clitoris, and placed the bulb directly against the knob of the clitoris. Then she peeled off one of the tapes on her inner thigh, and pasted it across her crotch and the bulb, holding it in place. She took the second tape, and pasted it criss-cross across the first and the bulb. This held the bulb against the blonde captive's clitoris.
The woman knelt down again, and pulled up something. It was a long coiled tube, which she uncoiled, and pulled up towards Emma Frost's face. Trapped as she was, she could not shift her head as the woman screwed the metal tip at the end of the tube into the remaining exposed nozzle on the front of the leather cup covering her jaws. The woman then turned to the leather bulb that dangled from the side of her head, the one connected by a tube to the other nozzle on her gag. She pressed the release button on top of the bulb, and there was a hissing sound as the bulb inside of Emma's mouth began to deflate, loosening the pressure on her tongue and her cheeks. She could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"This is just our little version of the Pavlovian dog experiment, of associating stimuli with your bodily function." The woman explained when at last she stepped back from her captive.
"MMMMMPH?" Emma Frost wondered. The woman did not say another word. Instead, she threw a switch. A clear liquid began to flow up the long tube leading to the blonde's mouth. Suddenly, sweet syrup erupted into her mouth through the hole in the tang of her gag. She swallowed reflexively. This was the first liquid and food she had since her capture, and she sucked on it eagerly.
Then, before Emma knew what was happening, the woman started a motor, and the dildos inside of her began to move. They pushed into her steadily, and she could feel their segmented sides, the raised ridges running down their sides as the rubber objects moved into her.
"MMMMMMMPH!" she protested helplessly, but continued to suck on the liquid as the dildos moved into her. Then they began to move out again, slowly again. This to-and-fro motion was repeated. Then the movements got a little faster. Every time the cycle was repeated, it got a little faster. Emma Frost could do nothing but to sit there and take it as the dildos move up and down inside of her.
Before she knew it, the silver bulb plastered against her clitoris suddenly came to life, vibrating intensely against her defenseless clitoris. Emma Frost's eyes opened wide at this sudden assault, and she squirmed within her relentless bondage. The straps and straitjacket held her tightly and helplessly, keeping her motion to a minimal. The sturdy chair reduced her struggles to mere vibrations.
"MMMMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" Emma Frost screamed and screamed, in between gulps of the sugar syrup, as she felt her body being pushed towards an intensity of pleasure that she had never felt before.
"MMMMMMMMMMMPH!" Emma Frost screamed into her gag as her body erupted into its first orgasm.
"Enjoy yourself!" the woman said laughing as she turned and left the room, leaving her captive alone as she felt a second climax rapidly building up within her. She could only let out a whimper of humiliation in response.
Storm
The flight had seemed to take forever. The man had released Storm out of her seat once the plane was airborne, and left her to writhe on the floor. She could stand it no longer, and began to pull at the rope binding her crotch, pulling at it. The man had laughed, but she was beyond shame at that point. She just wanted to relieve herself from the unbearable tension that had built up within her. The man had finally taken pity on her, and flipped her onto her stomach. He pulled the rope off her crotch, and pulled down his pants, and fed his stiffened penis into her. She reached orgasm almost immediately, then lay panting on the floor, the feeling of humiliation and relief combining together in a confusing cocktail of emotion. She had just been raped by a man that had bound and gagged her, and abused her like no enemy had ever done. Yet, she had welcomed it, and was relieved by it.
As the aircraft continued on its journey, Storm was used by all three men on the plane. The pilot and navigator would come to the back of the plane whenever they were free – which was often – and would fuck her on the floor of the plane, as if she were nothing more than an animal to be used. She would scream in protest into her gag, but her body would always betray her by juicing. Finally, Storm was too exhausted by her ordeal, and she fell asleep on the floor, her cum and the men's ejaculation drying on her crotch.
Storm was awaken when her captor picked her up and returned her to her seat. She realised that they must be landing for she could feel the plane banking slightly and tilting down. The man strapped himself in. Within a short time, she felt the plane's wheels bumping on a rough runway, jolting its passengers. When it came finally to a halt, the man unstrapped both himself and his prisoner. Then he took the handcuffs off her wrists, releasing her arms.
"Crawl, bitch." The man said, tugging at the rope leash. Storm got tiredly onto all fours, and followed the man as the rear door swung open, and a ramp was placed against it.
Storm crawled down the ramp into bright sunlight. They had flown the entire night. She wondered where they were. Instead of the savannah where she had been captured, she saw nothing but jungle. There were a few men around her, but they were of different ethnicities, and it was impossible to tell whether they were natives of this place. A truck was waiting for her and her captor, and she was lifted up and placed unceremoniously on the back of the truck. The man climbed in after her, and they were driven over a bumpy road until they came to a compound of zinc-roofed wooden huts surrounded on all sides by jungle.
Storm was appalled by what she saw as they entered the compound. There was a guard tower beside the gate, and what looked like a tall wooden post. A woman, dressed only in torn and dirty bra and panties was hung from a large nail on the wooden post by ropes binding her breasts, her wrists bound behind her back, and her feet barely touching the floor. She was obviously in agony.
"That is what we do to disobedient slaves." The man said, laughing. Storm felt a chill running down her spine. What had she gotten herself into?
The truck stopped in the middle the camp where there was a square, and the man lifted Storm down the back of the truck. Then, he pulled her leash rope, and led her to one of the huts.
When her eyes adjusted to the cool darkness inside the hut, Storm saw that it was empty, except for hooks suspended by chains from the exposed beams of the hut. Each of the hooks had a box dangling next to it, with a red and green button. The boxes were probably the switches that lowered and raised the hooks.
The man brought Storm to the centre of the hut. He released the buckle binding the gag in the mutant's mouth, and took the rubber ball out of it. The ball was soaked with spit, and a long trail of it came out of Storm's mouth with it.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" Storm demanded weakly.
"When will you learn to remain silent unless spoken to?" the man said in mock exasperation, "For that, you will be punished."
The man was pushed Storm onto her stomach, and her wrists crossed behind her once more, and handcuffed together. The man lowered two hooks from the ceiling by pressing the red buttons on the boxes dangling next to them. He attached one of the hooks to the rope binding her body, where it criss-crossed over her back, and the other hook to the rope where it crossed the back of her waist. Then he pressed the green buttons on the control boxes, and Storm was raised slowly into the air. The rope constricted tightly around her breasts, and her crotch, digging deep into her vagina and anus as she rose into the air.
"Urrgh!" Storm screamed in pain.
The man took a knife out of his pocket and walked to the front of the X-woman struggling in her suspension.
"What are you doing?" Storm asked fearfully as the man took hold of the fabric of her costume at the part over her left breast. Without a word, the man pierced the fabric with the tip of his pocket knife, and sliced the material across her front. Then he ripped the material down, liberating her left breast from its confines. The brown melon hung below her, with her purple nipple extruding downwards.
"Nice." The man said, as he walked over to Storm's right. Storm struggled in her suspension, but the man took hold of the fabric over her right breast easily. With a pierce and a slice, her right breast hung down beneath her too. As she struggled, the two glands bounced and juggled beneath her.
The man disappeared from view for a while. When he returned, he was carrying something in his right hand. Storm felt her blood grow cold as she saw that it was a cat-o-nine tails.
"No, please!" Storm pleaded, but the man ignored her as he landed a blow upward, onto her naked breasts. Storm screamed as the tentacles stung her.
"Will you obey me and be silent now?" the man demanded as he struck her again.
"Yes! Yes! I will!" Storm screamed as a third blow landed on her breasts. She was bucking and squirming in her suspension, juggling her breasts even more as a fourth blow landed on them.
"I can't hear you!" the man said, striking at her breasts again.
"Urggh! Yes! Yes! Please stop!" More blows landed on her breasts as she spitted out these words.
"Yes what?" the man demanded, as he continued to strike at her naked breasts.
"Yes, I will remain silent... urggh!"
"You will remain silent, what?" the man demanded, whipping her again and again.
For a moment Storm was unable to grasp what the man wanted as the pain from the lashing on her breasts continued. Red welts had been left all over the soft flesh. It was a while before she grasped the significance of what he asked.
"Yes, yes, Master." Storm blurted out.
"Louder!" the man screamed, striking her even harder on her breasts.
"Urrrgh!" Storm screamed, bucking from the blows, "Yes MASTER!"
"Good." The man said, panting from his exertions, even as Storm hung her head down in shame, a sense of defeat coming over her.
Frost
"MMMMMMMPH!" Emma Frost screamed as she felt her body cummed from the arousal in her crotch. Once more she nearly painted as her body struggled for breath in the confines of the corset straitjacket. One would have thought that she would have been used to the fiendish garment by now, after having spent so many days in it.
Just how many days exactly? Emma Frost did not know. Her time in captivity had become a blur. Her day was not defined by twenty-four hours or by the rhythm of the sunrises and sunsets. These conventional concepts had no meaning in her new existence, where there was no window for her to look out into the outside world, and no watches or clocks by which she could keep time.
Instead, Emma Frost's 'day' had become defined by the cycle of her torments. Every 'morning' she would be awoken from a fitful and exhausted sleep by the opening of the steel door to her padded cell. She would be brought to the room with the chair, where she would be strapped in and hooked up to all the instruments. She would then be fed slowly with sugar syrup even as her body was forced to exert itself to exhaustion by cumming again and again.
In moments where her mind could achieve enough clarity, Emma Frost understood that the syrup that she was being fed must contain some sort of drugs that puts her body into a hyper-sexual state, for under normal circumstances, she would never be able to cum so many times. The same mean was probably employed to feed her other types of drugs to keep her mind numb, suppressing her mutant telepathic abilities, reducing her to nothing more than an over stimulated body constantly in need of sexual climax.
When her 'day' was done, Emma Frost would be unstrapped from the machine, the dildo and anal plug reinserted into her, and she would be brought back to the padded cell to 'rest'. In reality, this would be but a continuation of her torture, as the dildo and anal plug would come to life at irregular intervals, often disrupting her sleep pattern. This in turn made her mind even more vulnerable to the nefarious effects of the drugs and the machine she was hooked up to in the Chair.
Emma Frost heard the doors to the room open, and saw an orderly came into the room. She noted numbly that this was probably the end of her 'day' in the Chair. Sure enough, the orderly switched off the machine that had been pumping her. Pulling the machine back, the orderly removed the silver bulbs that had been stimulated her erotic zones, before pulling the trolley to a point in front of the Chair.
Emma Frost could hear him pick up the dildo in preparation for the 'night'. The tip of the rubber instrument was soon mated to the lips of her vagina mouth, already slippery from the daily application of lubricants. It was pushed in all the way, where it lodged into place with a metallic click. This was soon followed by the anal plug, which encountered little resistance from her sphincter as this elastic band of muscle had long since been stretched loose.
The Chair was tilted back to its upright position, and Emma Frost was unstrapped from the chair. She got unsteadily onto her feet, her legs weak from the long period of inactivity. The orderly now hook up white leather leash to the D-ring in front of the posture collar encircling her neck. He pulled on the other end of the leash, and led the blonde mutant out of the room.
The orderly led Emma Frost down the corridor back towards her cell. But before they arrive at the steel door, the orderly paused in front of another door, a plain wooden one with the word "Storage" printed across it. He looked back and forth, as if to make sure that there was no one looking, then quickly opened the door. He took Emma Frost by the arm and pushed her into the room.
The storeroom behind had shelves on either side, with bottles of cleaning fluid, toilet papers and other miscellaneous items. The orderly closed the door behind them, and kicked in Emma Frost's legs, causing her to fall onto her knees. Then he got down on his knees behind her.
"Watching you strap to that chair every night sure makes me horny," the orderly whispered into her right ear, "I want to get me some of the action..."
Emma Frost felt a chill when she realized what he wanted. His powerful arms forced her to bend her body forward until her forehead was touching the floor, leaving her buttocks raised high into the air.
"The only problem with straitjackets are that they don't allow a person to get at them breasts." The orderly said, as he placed a large paw on Emma Frost right breast, kneading it through the thick leather of the straitjacket. At the same time, she felt his other hand on the base of the dildo inserted into her. She felt it being twisted once, and then the dildo was withdrawn from her tract. Then she heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled, followed by the pulling of a zip.
"You've had the rubber stuff for so long, how about getting some of the real stuff for a change?" the orderly asked mockingly.
"Mmmmmmph!" Emma Frost protested into her gag, trying to move away from the man, but the man stretched his huge body over hers, pinning her down by a combination of his weight and his pushing down on her shoulders. With her arms still confined in the straitjacket, and with her legs kneeling and spread open behind her, she could not fight him.
Holding Emma Frost down, the orderly moved the fingers of his other hand over her vulva. He slipped a finger between the folds of her clitoris hood, and his finger touched the sensitive knob of flesh underneath the hood. Emma Frost sucked in a lungful of air as she felt the man began to knead the clitoris expertly with his thumb. Keeping her pinned down with his body weight, his other hand continued to work on her breast through the leather material of her straitjacket, kneading it softly.
It took a while, but much to her surprise and shame, she could feel that her body was beginning to respond to the man's ministrations. She was becoming hot ... and wet. As she began to juice, the man began to insert one, then two, and finally three fingers into her vagina, moving his fingers and thumbs in synchronization as he massaged her clitoris and rub her vagina walls. Emma Frost's breath began to flow in the same rhythm as the man's movements.
"Mmmmmmmmph!" the X-woman moaned.
After what seemed like an eternity, the man withdrew his fingers from her vagina. It was almost instantly replaced by the tip of a red hot rod of flesh. The man inserted his penis against her hole, and began to push into her. Emma Frost bucked back her head as the penis penetrated into her. She shook her head and rocked her hips as she struggled against the man.
"MMMMMMMPH! MMMMMPH! HRUMMMMMPH!" Emma Frost screamed and screamed as the man's rhythm became faster and faster, rocking her to her core. Finally, the man worked himself up to a climax, and he ejaculated into her. She felt the warm burst of fluid deep within her, and she could not hold it back any longer. Tears welled up from her eyes at her humiliation.
"That was good. You are nice and tight." The man said, as he replaced the dildo back into her vagina, clicking it in place, "I never fucked a mutant before, especially the famous White Queen."
The orderly had a silly smile as he got up, and began to pull up his underwear. With his legs spread open, and his trousers around his legs, he was completely unprepared when Emma Frost suddenly lashed out with her right leg with a well delivered horse kick. It landed squarely on his balls. The orderly let out a gust of air and whined in pain.
Emma Frost got onto her knees, and turned around. With the last ounce of her strength, she rose up, and butted her head up into the jaw of the orderly. The blow made her dizzy for a while for the orderly's jaw was like iron, but it did the trick. The burly man collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.
Emma Frost looked down at the unconscious man, confused. She had struck out in revenge, as a retaliation against her rape, but now that the orderly was unconscious, she realized that she had created an opportunity to escape. She turned to the door, and saw to her gratitude that the door had a handle instead of a knob, which she would not be able to manipulate with her arms still wrapped uselessly in the straitjacket. She used her chin to push the handle down, and with some difficulty, managed to pull the door back. She then used her left knee to pull it open more to allow her to slip out of the storeroom.
Emma Frost took a moment to orientate herself. She tried to recall all that she had seen during her captivity, and decided that those corridors she was familiar with offered no avenues for escape. Instead, she turned towards the direction to which she had never been brought. She ran down this corridor as well as she could in her straitjacket and her high-heel boots. She peeped around a corner and saw that there was no one, but that her way was barred by a steel gate. She went up to the gate and saw that it was locked with a magnetic lock at the top. A push button on the wall released the magnetic lock, allowing her to push the gate open.
Emma Frost fled down the corridor until she came to a door. The door had a green Exit sign over it. It had a push bar handle across the door. Pressing down, she shoved through the door with her shoulder and stepped through.
Fresh night air greeted the blonde mutant as she stepped through the door. She saw that she had emerged from the side of a mansion that she soon recognized as the Reconciliation Institute. Not pausing to contemplate the irony of the situation, she turned and ran towards the trees of the forest surrounding the institute.
As Emma Frost fled through the night, she could hear the faint wail of an alarm going off, which was soon followed by the sounds of men shouting. She ran as hard as she could, but the high heel boots she was wearing made it difficult to run fast on the uneven ground. And even as she ran, the anal plug and dildo still secured within her tracts moved and jostled against her tract, making each movement of her legs an uncomfortable experience.
At last, Emma Frost reached the trees, but her troubles were not over yet. She heard the sounds of men running behind her. In her white straitjacket, she must have been easily visible to her pursuers. There was no time to pause. The X-woman realized that she had to continue running, as far away from her pursuers as possible, hoping that the deeper she went into the woods, the more likely it would be for her captors to lose sight of her.
Emma Frost ran and ran, but it was a losing battle, as her weakened body, her high-heeled boots, and her bondage worked against her. She could hear her pursuers slowly catching up with her. She continued running, not willing to give up, but then she heard a sharp pop, and felt something hit her right buttock. It stung as if something had bitten her, and soon, even as she continued to try to run, her legs became more and more sluggishly, and she knew that her escape attempt had failed. They had shot her with a tranquilizer dart, and now it would only be a matter of time.
Emma Frost took another couple of steps, before sinking onto her knees, panting. She heard the sound of footsteps on the leave covered forest floor coming up towards her. A figure emerged out of the darkness and came up to her. It was the woman, holding a tranquilizer rifle in her hands across her body. Rather incredibly, she was dressed in her Black Queen costume, complete with high heeled boots. Emma Frost caught herself wondering how she could have caught up with her wearing those. Then she fell forward onto the ground, unconscious.
Storm
The man left Storm alone in her suspension for what seemed like the rest of the day. He only returned when it was nearly evening. The mutant prisoner was too weak to even raise her head when he came in. He pulled her head up and looked into her half-closed eyes.
"You want a drink?" the man asked, knowing full well that Storm was very thirsty, having not drank for what seemed like a whole day. She nodded her head.
"Yes ... yes ... master." She barely croaked. The man smiled and picked up a large sponge. He dropped the sponge into a pail of water, and allowed it to soak for a moment. He then picked up the sponge, and pressed it to her mouth. Storm drank greedily from the sponge.
The man allowed her to drink until the sponge was nearly dry. Then he lowered Storm onto the floor of the hut. While she rested on her stomach, he took a dog bowl, and placed it before her face. A sloppy brownish liquid was in it. It looked like dog food, but Storm, in her hunger, was past caring, and she dug her face into the food. When she was done, the man washed her face with the sponge. Then he released her wrists from the handcuffs, and allowed her arms to come down in front of her again. She understood what this meant, and assumed the doggy position immediately. The man noted this with pleasure. He tugged at her leash, and watched as Storm came towards him with her breasts swinging beneath her as she moved.
The man led Storm out of the hut and into the square. It was night now. The compound was lit up by harsh white lights that ringed that compound at regular intervals. The man led her towards a large hut towards the edge of the jungle. A guard carrying what looked like a rifle unbolted the steel door shutting the doorway of the hut and opened it for them. The man led her into the hut.
The interior of the hut was lit by a row of bare electric bulbs running down the centre, dangling at the end of wires suspended from the beam. On either side of the hut were rows of cages. The cages were stacked three high. They were constructed out of sturdy wooden frames, with chicken wire wrapping them.
Storm was shocked to see that most of them contained women, in various stages of undress. Some of them still had most of their clothes on, and these were the ones that looked the cleanest. Most of the others were in progressive stages of undress, and it seemed that the more undressed they were, the dirtier and more haggard they seemed.
All of them were restrained in some way. Most of them were simply handcuffed with their wrists behind their back. Some had more elaborate bondage. Storm saw one with her hands twisted up behind her back in a reverse prayer position, and her ankles crossed and tied to her body, leaving her in a painful ball-tie position. To add to the poor woman's torment, her long blonde hair had been gathered back, and tied to the top of the cage, forcing her to tilt her head up, even as the rope tying her ankles to her neck forced her to keep her head down low.
"This is where we keep all the slaves that we are in the process of breaking." The man said as he led Storm down the corridor between the rows of cages, "You know you are the first mutant of any kind that we got our hands on. It wasn't as hard as I thought."
His words seemed to have some effect on Storm, for she seemed to slip on the wet concrete floor. She fell on her face. The man turned around impatiently and tugged at her rope leash. Storm got back up on all fours again, and followed the man. They reached an empty cage at the end of the hut. It stood by itself, separated from the rest of the cages. The man opened the door to the cage.
"Crawl in." the man ordered. Storm obeyed and crawled into the cage. It was so small that she had to kneel in a fetal position. The man pushed the door shut behind her, and bolted and locked it.
"Put your hands behind your back, and raise them through the holes at the top of the cage."
Storm twisted her head to see what the man was talking about. She saw that there were two holes in the chicken wire, running on either side of a wooden bar running down the centre of the cage. She raised her wrists up through the hole. She felt the steel of the handcuffs being snapped into place, leaving her on her knees with her back against the top of the cage.
"Try to get some rest, slave. You'll need it." The man said, before turning to go.
Storm waited until she heard the steel door slam shut. Then she carefully unclenched her fist. Her fingers were not as dexterous as they usually were due to her prolonged bondage, but she had managed to slip a pin from her headdress when she pretended to slip on the ground. Gingerly, she probed the handcuffs binding her wrists, careful not to lose hold of the pin. It was difficult and it was some time before she found the keyhole on one of the manacles. She inserted the pin in, and worked it until she heard a click, and the handcuffs came loose.
Storm brought her wrists down, and tried to untie her wrists. The clinch knots were tight, and she had some difficulty loosening them. She finally managed it. She turned her attention to getting out of the cage.
The cage was too small for Storm to turn around, and she was facing the wrong end of the cage. She tried to push against the cage to break it apart, but it was constructed sturdily. She thought for a moment, then took off her headdress. Her long white hair tumbled down around her head. She took the headdress, and removed a strip of plastic from one side, revealing a sharp blade. She pressed the blade against the chicken wire, and began to saw. It took a while, but the blade managed to cut through the wire. Finally, when she had made a long gush down the front, she squeezed her body out of the cage.
Storm untied her legs, and stood up a bit unsteadily. She had been in her bondage position for so long that it took a while for her to regain her sense of balance. She untied the rope binding her torso, wincing as she pulled the rough rope free from her anus and vagina. Then she pulled her tong panties back up into place, and returned the crotch of her costume back into position. There was nothing she could do about her breasts, however. The material over her chest was simply too shredded to hide her modesty.
Storm replace her headdress before turning her attention to the inhibitor collar around her throat. She traced her fingers along its metallic surface around her throat. She found a hole in the collar behind her throat, where there was a joint. She inserted her pin into the hole, and sure enough, she heard a click and the collar came loose from her throat.
It took a while for Storm to feel a connection with the weather elements around her again. She knew that she was far from her full powers, having not only been weakened by her ordeals, but also by her exertions in bringing rain to the drought hit villages. Nonetheless, she had to try to escape.
Storm sneaked along the corridor between the cages. Most of the women were asleep, but those who were awake eyed her. Some had hope in their eyes in seeing that one of them had actually managed to escape. They did not make any noise. They couldn't. All of them had been gagged in one way or the other. She wanted to free all of them, but knew that she had to escape herself first and bring help, or none of them would escape.
Storm finally came to the door. She listened to it for a while. She could hear the guard pacing outside. She banged the door, once. Not too loudly, but enough so that the guard could heard. She heard the steps of the guard as he came up to the door. It was unlocked and the door open.
A static charge – all that Storm could summon in her weakened state – shot through the door and the man it. He yelled in pain as he fell back. Storm pushed the door fully open and fled through the door. The alarm was being raised even as she plunged into the wet jungle.
Storm could not summon enough strength to manipulate the wind to allow her to fly. She had to flee on foot. As Storm fled through the uneven jungle floor, her high-heeled boots hindered her. She stopped just enough to take them off, and fling them aside. With any luck, the dogs she heard behind her would go to them instead. Her bare feet padded on the leave strewn ground of the jungle as she plunged through the undergrowth. Sharp bits of vegetation cut into her skin and her costume, leaving gashes, but she did not care as she sought to flee as far away as possible from the camp.
Storm knew that she could not stop for she could hear the sound of voices and dogs behind her. She pushed through some bushes and fell into the cold water of a stream. She fled up the stream, as far away from the noises behind her as possible. She ran and ran, but the danger seemed to keep pressing her from behind. She turned round a bend in the stream, and was suddenly blinded by a light shone straight at her face.
"Bitch!" was all she heard before a dart embedded itself in her naked left breast. She stumbled and fell forward. She pulled the dart free, just as a second dart embedded itself in her right thigh. She looked up to see the man who had captured her worked the bolt of his rifle, and load a third dart into his weapon. It was not needed. Storm fell onto her side in a moment, unconscious.
Frost
A distant loud sound of steel clanking against steel intruded into the deep darkness of Emma Frost's unconsciousness. Slowly, bit by bit, her mind began to struggle out of the deadening and muffled silence of unconsciousness. As it did so, she could begin to feel more and more of her body until her eyes began to open.
"I see that our slave has regained her consciousness." said a familiar voice. Emma Frost opened her eyes slowly, to find herself looking up at the woman in black towering over her.
"You have proven yourself to be a very naughty slave," the woman said, "I'm afraid I would have to teach you a lesson you won't forget."
Her body was still sluggish and disobedient as Emma Frost tried to move her long limbs splayed around her torso. Raising her head slowly, she saw that she was no longer in the corseted straitjacket she had been imprisoned in over the past days, or indeed in any form of bondage. She was not wearing anything at all, and was completely naked, flat on her back.
The woman smiled, and flipped Emma Frost onto her stomach with the toe of her right boot. She flopped around without resisting, and she felt her captor kneel down behind her. She felt a hand grab a handful of her long blonde hair, and pulled her head up off the floor. This caused her jaws to part, and another hand appeared before her eyes, grasping a white ball gag with a thick white leather strap. The ball was stuffed between her slack jaws into her mouth. Her hair was then released, and the ends of the strap pulled back behind her neck, and strapped tightly in place.
Having gagged her, Emma Frost's captor now turned back to her arms. Pushing them high up into the air, her captor now brought them together, as close to one another as possible, before binding her wrists together with the end of a rope. The rough texture of the rope felt as if it was made of hemp. Pulling up the rope, her captor pulled Emma Frost's elbows back and placed them together before binding them together as well.
Her captor now pulled the running end of the rope around Emma Frost's right arm, across the front of her torso, before pulling it back around her left arm. She felt her captor tucked the running end of the line under the lines now stretching between her elbows, and went against the direction from which the lines had come, running the lines around Emma Frost's left arm, across the front of her torso, taking care to pass the lines now under her firm breasts, before pulling the lines back around her right arm, and tying the end off between her elbows. Emma Frost's arms were now bound tightly to her back, uncomfortably close to one another.
Emma Frost's captor now stood up, and pulled on the rope binding Emma Frost's torso. Emma Frost grunted into her gag as she was pulled up to a sitting position. Emma Frost could now see the room she was in. It did not have a single item of furniture in it. Instead, it had a large mirror along one wall, and rows of steel eyebolts driven into the other three walls and the ceiling.
A shocking sight greeted her as Emma Frost shifted her gaze to the raven-haired woman's side. She saw a familiar blue figure kneeling on her hands and knees. Mystique! This was the first time that she had seen her since the night of her capture. Mystique was wearing a pair of white leather mittens on her hands, held in place by thick leather cuffs around her wrists. The cuffs were linked to one another by a short steel double-ended snap-hook. The blue mutant also had on a pair of white leather knee-length boots that held both her feet en pointe, pointed straight back. The boots had thin high heels that must be at least seven inches high. Emma Frost had seen such shoes before, and knew that they were called ballet boots for they forced the wearer to point her feet down like ballerinas dancing on their toes.
Mystique was positioned such that she was facing away from the mirror, and Emma Frost could see her scaly labia lips and anus clearly. Her eyes traced the sinuous form of the mutant up her rounded buttocks, passed her narrow waist to rest on her blue breasts that were hanging beneath her chest like two ripe fruits ready to be plucked.
Mystique had been gagged like Emma Frost, with a gag consisting of a white leather strap holding a white ball gag. The ball gag forced her to open her mouth wide, and the leather strap was secured behind her head, and over her sleeked back dark red hair, by a large steel buckle. A wide wooden tray had been placed on Mystique's back, which held several items, including coils of rope. Emma Frost realized that Mystique was being used as a piece of furniture and she did not seem to mind at all.
The two mutants' captor retrieved a length of hemp rope from the tray on Mystique's back and was doubled it. She formed a loop at the bent of the doubled rope, and placed it around Emma Frost's right ankle. Then she tied the rope several times around Emma Frost's folded right leg, trapping her ankle against her upper thigh. To finish, the woman inserted the running end of the rope between Emma Frost's folded right leg and wrapped it a few times around the lines holding her ankle to her thigh, before tying a knot on the outer side of her leg, away from her hands, to prevent her from reaching it and untying the knot.
The corseted woman went back to the tray on Mystique's back, and soon returned with another length of hemp rope. She used this rope to tie Emma Frost's folded left leg in the same manner as her right leg. This left her in a frog-tie, kneeling on the floor.
As her captor walked round behind her, Emma Frost pulled weakly at the ropes binding her, but they held her firmly. Her captor grabbed the lines between her elbows, and pulled it up and forward. This forced Emma Frost to lift her buttocks off her heels, and stand on her knees only, with her torso being held up by the man by the rope binding her torso. This caused the lines above and below her breasts to tighten and to move towards one another, squeezing her dangling breasts between them.
"Mmmmmmph!" Emma Frost moaned at the sensation, but her tormentor ignored her as she selected a coil of rope from the tray on Mystique's back. She uncoiled the rope and doubled it, then tied the looped end of the rope to the lines between Emma Frost's elbows, and then threaded the running end of the rope through an eyebolt on the ceiling directly above Emma Frost. She pulled on it, forcing Emma Frost to raise her body up until she was upright on her knees before tying the running end to the lines between her elbows.
The raven-haired woman picked up another two coils of rope from Mystique's back. She uncoiled both ropes and doubled them, then secured one to each of the ropes binding her legs in a folded position. She pulled back the running end of the rope bound to her right leg and brought it to an eyebolt located behind Emma Frost, to her right. She threaded the rope through the eyebolt, and pulled down. This raised Emma Frost's right leg off the floor with her hip pointed upwards towards the eyebolt. She tied the end of the rope to an eyebolt on the wall to the rear, then went over to Emma Frost's left leg, where she did the same.
Emma Frost was now suspended off the floor by her torso and her legs. The tension caused the ropes to bite into her soft flesh, especially her full breasts now hanging down below her. But her captor apparently felt that she was not quite high enough yet, for her head was only at the waist level. She untied the rope suspending Emma Frost's torso, and raised the mutant's torso up further until her head was at a level that it would be if she was standing. After she tied off that rope, he adjusted the two ropes suspending her by the legs as well, raising her hips up so that her body would arc back rather than hang downwards at an angle. This also left her buttocks pointed back with her crotch at chest height.
With Emma Frost now suspended in the air, her captor paced around the bound mutant as she writhed futilely in her bondage, and inspected her struggling captive. The X-woman's breasts were squeezed out between the lines of the rope around her torso. As she fought the ropes binding her arms, her torso was twisting and turning, causing her breasts to juggle underneath her.
"Mmmmmmph!" Emma Frost screamed in rage into her gag.
Emma Frost's captor walked round to her front, and cupped her hands under her captive's firm breasts. She squeezed them hard, as if she was milking them.
"MMMMMMMPH!" Emma Frost screamed.
"Firm and pert. Perfect." The woman purred softly into Emma Frost's ear. The latter felt hot flashes of shame and anger shoot up her cheeks at the "complement".
The woman stepped back to admire the two pale orbs with their rosy pink nipples and areolas. She could not help but gave them both a push, and watched as they knock against each other, and wobbled from the impact. Emma Frost, incensed by this molestation, could do nothing to stop her.
The woman turned went around behind the suspended captive and stood between her legs.
"Mmmmmmmph!" Emma Frost protested again as the woman touched her vulva softly, pinching her labia lips with her fingers. She wanted to break free and squeeze the life out of the dark haired woman, but she could only wriggle helplessly in the ropes and allow her captor to molest her.
The dark-haired woman turned to Mystique and picked up a coil of rope from the tray on her back. She tucked the looped end of the rope under the lines above and below Emma Frost's breasts, and then fed the running end of the rope through the loop. She pulled this long running end down, closing the loop around the lines across the mutant's chest. This caused the latter to squeeze her breasts even harder, causing Emma Frost to moan.
Emma Frost's captor now pulled the running end of the rope down to the mutant prisoner's waist. She threw the running end over the captive's back, and gathered it back to tie a tight loop around Emma Frost's waist, making sure to pull the lines back such that the tension placed on the lines across her chest was maintained, together with their cruel grip on her breasts.
The woman went round to Emma Frost's crotch, and pulled the running end up between the latter's open legs. She arranged the lines such that they lay neatly along the path over the captive's clitoris hood, between her labia lips and her anus. Then she tied a thick knot at the point where the lines would touch her anus.
The woman now separated the two lines of the running end. She pulled forward one of the lines and tucked it under the loop around Emma Frost's waist at a point over her right hip and pulling it back. She repeated this with the other line over Emma Frost's left hip. Then, with a vicious tug, she pulled back on the two lines. Emma Frost moaned into her gag as the rough lines crushed down on her clitoris under its hood and spread open her labia lips and entered her vagina. The knot tied on the line was pressed hard into Emma Frost's anus, adding to her discomfort.
With the lines tight against Emma Frost's crotch, her captor went to her right. She held the line coming down from the bound mutant's right hip in her hand as she raised the latter's right foot upwards until its heel was pressed against Emma's right buttock, while the toes were raised up. She tied the end of the lines around the arch of the boot, securing the arrangement with a knot. When she released the foot, the natural lowering of the foot from its raised position caused the foot to pull down the line, adding tension to the lines pressing into Emma Frost's crotch. When the raven haired woman made the same arrangement with her left foot with the second line, this effect was increased.
But the woman was not quite done. She took another piece of rope and doubled it, and tied the looped end to Emma Frost's right thigh, just above her right knee. Pulling up the running end, she tucked it under the lines over her right flank, just behind her captive's right breast. She tucked the running end back under the lines between Emma Frost's right knee and her right flank, pulled the running end down, and passed it under Emma Frost's breasts to her left flank where she made a similar arrangement in reverse, ending up by tying the end of the rope to the mutant's left thigh.
It was a diabolical arrangement. The pressure placed on Emma Frost's clitoris, her vagina mouth and her asshole was now incredible, causing her much distress. She found that the only way for her to relieve some of the pressure off her crotch was to pull her legs back and up. This was not only very tiring, such a movement also pulled down on the lines between her thighs and flanks. This would tighten the lines around the lines around her torso, causing them to squeeze her breasts even harder. It was a no win situation, and any movement she made would cause her great distress in any one of her vulnerable areas.
But Emma Frost's captor was not done yet. Far from it. The woman now took the X-woman's right breast in her hand, and began to massage her right nipple with her thumb. As she did so, she gently kneaded the breast. Slowly but surely, Emma Frost's right nipple began to extend and harden. As it did so, her captor picked up a steel clip from the tray on Mystique's back, and brought it to Emma Frost's nipple. The suspended mutant could see a lead weight swinging at the end of the chain from the clip, and she shuddered involuntarily.
The raven haired woman pressed on the catches on the sides of the elaborate clip, which first unlocked, and then extended the jaws of the clip. The insides of the jaws were fitted with rubber pads, not so much to reduce the discomfort of their bite, but more to ensure a good grip. The woman pulled down on Emma Frost's nipple and placed the jaws around the pink stud. She released her grip on the catch of the clip slowly, and Emma Frost felt the steadily increasingly pressure on her nipple as the jaws closed down around it. She grunted at the sensation, which was not as painful as she had feared, but was nonetheless still uncomfortable.
Emma Frost's torturer now released her grip on the clip, and allowed the lead weight at the end of the chain to swing freely. The weight dragged down Emma Frost's breast, elongating it beneath her. This added to the blonde mutant's discomfort as the lead weight swung like a pendulum underneath her, which caused the breast to swing as well via the elaborate steel clip. In addition, the steel clip twisted her nipple this way and that, according to the motion of the lead weight, and sent wobbles up her breast. This was repeated with her left breast, adding further to her agony.
The woman picked up a third clip from Mystique's back and went round to Emma Frost's crotch. She reached up, and plucked at Emma Frost's right labia majora lip. Pulling back the elastic tissue, she placed the clip to the lip. As she released her hand, the weight dragged down on the clip, which in turn pulled down the labia majora lip, extending it by several inches. Emma Frost screamed at the pain, a scream muffled by the ball gag into a prolonged "MMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!"
Her captor now picked up the fourth and final weight, and there was no imagination required as to where this would go. Pulling back Emma Frost's left labia majora lip, she placed the clip onto the lip, and then released the weight just as unceremoniously as she had the other one. It fell until restrained by the chain, at which point it tumbled up and down for a moment before settling down into a series of swings. This twisted and turned the tissue that the clip was attached to. The combined effect of all four clips and weights brought tears to the bound mutant's eyes.
Her captor stood back and admired her handiwork. Emma Frost's body was twitching throughout her body as she was subjected to her distress. She twisted and shook her head, which succeeded only in causing the weights attached to her nipples and labia lips to swing about, adding to her agony. The soft moans coming out of Emma Frost's mouth brought a smile to her captor's face.
The woman now turned back to Mystique, and picked up an object that brought a chill down the suspended mutant's spine when she saw it through the mirror. Emma Frost recognized it instantly as a cat-o-nine-tails. Its long tentacles were made of braided black leather, with a leather covered handle. She was familiar with the instrument, having used it many times in her days as the White Queen of the Hellfire Club, and she realized that she was now to be the recipient of the merciless blows of the instrument. Somehow, the whip went perfectly with the Black Queen garb the raven haired woman was wearing.
"And now, for your REAL punishment," the woman said, holding the cat-o-nine-tails in her right hand as she circled the helplessly suspended X-woman. The latter twisted and turned her head, trying to keep her captor in view.
Suddenly the cruel woman struck, aiming for Emma's elongated breasts swinging underneath her. The braided leather of the tentacles struck the breasts, sending pain racing up from her breasts to the rest of her body. Emma Frost screamed into her gag, and her legs involuntarily tried to extend, tightening the lines cleaving her crotch and encircling her breasts even further, which in turn added to her discomfort.
"How do you like that?" the woman dominating her asked solicitously. Beads of perspiration appeared on the mutant's face as she looked up at the woman with hatred.
The woman stood back, and struck again at her breasts swinging beneath her. Emma Frost was completely defenseless, bound and suspended as she was. Her breasts, dragged down beneath her, were the perfect target for the tentacles of the whip. Once more, she screamed into her gag as the excruciating pain in her breasts shot through her body, setting in motion all the weights attached to her body. As her body bucked from the spasm of pain, the weights clipped to her labia lips danced beneath her, twisting and turning her flesh, adding further to her torment.
"You must remember this, you are my slave," her dominatrix said, as she walked round to behind the suspended Emma Frost and brought down her cat-o-nine-tails whipping down onto her crotch, "AND SLAVES ARE NOT PERMITTED TO ESCAPE!"
The pain from her crotch sent Emma Frost into a spasm again as she writhed in her rope bondage. She twisted and turned as her body danced, swinging her breasts wildly beneath her. She pulled involuntarily at the ropes binding her arms, tightening them around her breasts. She screamed and screamed into her gag as the pain from all over her body combined together in a wave of distress.
"And slaves who attempt to escape WILL BE PUNISHED!" her tormentor shouted as the depraved woman swung her whip again, this time landing the blow onto Emma's raised buttocks, once more causing the mutant to scream into her gag, and her body to writhe as it swung like a pendulum in the rope suspension.
Her captor continued to work on the captive X-woman, landing blows slowly but surely on the mutant's breasts, her crotch, the insides of her thighs, and her buttocks. The blows were always carefully calculated such that each would be delivered just as the pain from the previous blows subsided, thus ensuring that Emma Frost would feel each new pain fully. Each of the blows was also calculated to ensure maximum movement of her body, such that the intricate arrangement of the ropes would tighten cruelly over her breasts or her crotch, adding to the torture.
Then, finally, and mercifully, Emma Frost passed out from the pain and the exhaustion.
Storm
Storm groaned as she tried to adjust her body to a more comfortable position. The warm humid heat surrounded her body like a wet blanket, and beads of perspiration were running down her body, covering it in a glistering sheen under the hot sun. She was stark naked, having been stripped by her captors of every single item of clothing. They were taking no chances with her after her escape attempt and had taken away every single shred of her costume, including her headdress. They did not even leave her thong panties.
Storm was in the dusty square in the middle of the sex slave camp to which she had been brought after her recapture. A long and heavy yoke had been placed around her neck. The yoke was constructed from two long and heavy pieces of wood. The two pieces had holes cut into the sides, which when mated together, trapped not only her neck but also her wrists, which were raised up on either side of her neck. The two pieces of wood were held together by heavy hemp ropes tied between each of her trapped wrists and her neck, and at either ends of the yoke, where chiseled shoulders prevented the ropes from slipping off. The ropes were tied at spots where neither her wrists nor her mouth could reach the knots.
A similar yoke had then been placed around Storm's ankles, which kept her feet spread wide apart, such that her ankles were about as far apart as were her trapped wrists. To complete her bondage, a strip of dirty cloth had been jammed between her jaws, before being wrapped several times around her mouth and tied tightly in place. This had left her very effectively gag.
After Storm had been put in the yokes, she had then been brought to the center of the square, where two pairs of wooden posts had been set up, each about chest height. The rearmost pair of wooden posts had a log placed across it at waist height and tied in place.
Storm had been brought up to this log, and pushed against it. The guards had tied the ends of the yoke on her ankles to the posts, securing the yoke to the posts. Then they had bent Storm forward until the two ends of the yoke around her neck touched the two forward posts. As with the yoke around her ankles, the guards had tied the yoke into place against the posts. This had left the captive mutant in an awkward position, bowed forward at her waist, with her legs spread wide open beneath her, and her crotch spread behind her.
Storm's captors had kept her in this position for days and nights. In the day, she was exposed to the merciless heat of the sun. At night, she was left to shiver in the cold and wetness of the jungle. The guards in the compound would stop by whenever they are free, and take advantage of her exposed position, and she was raped over and over again. She was used not only in her vagina, but also in her asshole.
Storm was fed and watered, but it was done in a deliberately humiliating manner. The cloth gag in her mouth had been taken away. They would wet the sponge from a bucket, and she would have to drink the water from the sponge. When it come time to feed her, they would bring a dog bowl filled with dog food and hold it up to her face, and she would have to gouge down the food and lick up the scraps from her position.
With each passing day, Storm's resistance was worn down by the cruelties that she was being subjected to. The exposure to the sun and cold weakened her physically, further reducing her will to resist. Her frequent rapes slowly accustomed herself to being regarded and being used as a sex object, to satisfy the sexual needs of others.
Storm's memory of her X-men days, though so recent, had faded until she wondered if they had not been a dream. Had she ever been that powerful, a goddess that could control the weather that could fry a man with lightning with a mere thought? Or was this the reality, this weakness, this subjugation, this humiliation? She could no longer deny that she was indeed a slave now, to be used as her captors pleased.
"You are certainly resourceful, bitch." Said a familiar voice in a cold and cruel voice.
Storm raised her head with much difficulty to look up from her bent forward position to see the man who had captured her, twice, standing in front of her. She had not seen him since her recapture a few days ago. His lips were thin and set in a cruel line as he walked around the yoked woman, inspecting her nude body.
"Your continued defiance demands punishment." The man said, with a hard edge to his voice.
"Bring me the cat-o-nine-tails." The man said, a sadistic smile appearing on his face as he saw the visible trepidation appearing on Storm's face. A guard came up to the man with the whip. It was made of rope, and its nine tentacles were about a foot long. A rope tied in a whipping knot at one end of the whip formed the handle. The man took the whip by this handle, and circled round behind Storm, who nervously tried to follow him with her eyes until he disappeared from view.
The first blow, when it came, sent a shock through Storm, unprepared as she was for it. It was aimed at her upraised crotch between her widespread legs. The pain shot through her body like a red hot flame. She was a little more prepared for the second blow that followed quickly, although the blow was – like the first - without mercy in its sting when it landed squarely on her right buttock.
"Mmmmmmph!" Storm screamed, but her cry was effectively muffled by the cloth packed tightly around her jaws.
Blows from the rope whip followed one after the other. The man worked expertly on her, raining blows on her buttocks, her crotch, her inner thighs, and around her flanks onto her breasts. The blows were not as hard as they could be so as not to break her skin and draw blood, but they were hard enough to leave red welts on her body.
Finally, after a long session with the whip, the man put it aside, leaving Storm perspiring and exhausted, her body aching from the treatment it had received. When the man came back to Storm, he was carrying a wooden case in his hand. He opened the case and showed its contents to the bound mutant. On a velvet pillow inside the case, she saw three rings and a piercing gun. She instantly knew what they were for.
Storm shook her head vigorously in protest as the man closed the case and walked round to her back. She felt the man placed the wooden case on her back, and opened it. Then she felt the man pinched her clitoris hood, and pull it back. She felt a sudden coldness and numbness there, then a dull sting.
"There, it didn't hurt at all did it?" the man asked from behind Storm. She could not see the man, but she had no doubt that he had placed a ring on her clitoris hood. As the local anesthetic wore off, she felt an ache there, and also the sensation of steel rubbing against her clitoris. He must have placed the ring through her clitoris hood just over her clitoris.
The man now came forward, and knelt down under Storm. She still couldn't see him, not with the yoke around her neck, but the process was repeated, first with her right nipple, then her left. She felt each of her nipples being pulled down, a sudden coldness, and the dull sting.
"You really look quite lovely with the rings on you. Here, let me show you." the man said as he took a mirror passed to him by a guard. He took the mirror and knelt down in front of Storm, tilting it so that the bound mutant could look through the mirror to inspect her own body.
Storm could see the rings that the man put on her nipples now. They were shiny in the sunlight, silvery against her dark skin. They were each about an inch across and hung down from their own weight. Looking further back, Storm could also see the silvery ring – the mate of those on her nipples - that had been placed between her legs hanging from her clitoris hood.
"You like them?" the man asked.
Storm could only look up at the man, with tears coming out of the corners of her eyes.
"What's the matter slave? Don't women like it when men give them rings?" the man laughed. When he stopped, a look of cruelty came over his face.
"We would have to make an example out of you. Bring her to the detention building."
At the command, the guards untied the yokes imprisoning Storm, and pulled her onto her feet. With an unpitying shove, they pushed her towards the large hut from where she had escaped from the previous night. It was a rather long march, which she had to make by lifting one foot, with its ankle trapped by the wooden yoke, swing it forward to plant it in front of her, before repeating the process with her other foot in a ridiculous walk that at the same time left her leg spread open, and her vulva exposed to all. Whenever she faltered, she would be encouraged by the man with a blow on her rump from his whip.
At last, Storm reached the hut, and was led inside. She was brought to the centre of the corridor between the cages, at a spot where all the captives in the cages could see her.
"I want all of you to know what we do to slaves who escape." The man said as the guards forced Storm onto her knees. She looked down and saw that there was an iron ring secured to the concrete floor. A chain was secured to the ring by a padlock at one end, with a snap hook at the other end. One of the guards took the snap hook, and snapped it into her clitoris ring.
Storm looked up, and saw two similar hooks dangling at the ends of chains suspended from the ceiling. The guards grabbed her by the yoke binding her neck and wrists, and lifted her up. The chain hooked to her clitoris ring was too short to allow her to stand fully, and it pulled at her clitoris hood, eliciting a gagged moan of pain from Storm. The guards ignored her. They grabbed each of her large breasts, and pushed it up until her nipples were pointing up towards the roof. They swung up each of the nipple rings and the hooks at the end of the chains placed through them. Then they released Storm. The initial drop was excruciating, as the pain from her nipples shot through her breasts. Storm moaned again in agony.
The guards left Storm in her awkward position for a while, to let her realize the full extent of her predicament. She found that with the hook attached to her clitoris hood ring being pulled down and the hooks on her nipples rings being pulled up, there was only a limited zone where she could avoid the dilemma of either having her clitoris hood or her nipples pulled. In this zone, she could neither stand up straight, nor sit down. Instead, she had to stay in a sort of half-squat, with her legs wide open. To add to the difficulty of maintaining this position, she found that the yoke on her shoulders was oppressively heavy, and tend to tip her over towards the left or right unless she maintained a perfectly balanced position. She could not imagine what would happen if she fell.
As if this stress position was not enough, the man appeared in front of her again. He took something out of his pocket. Storm craned her neck back to see what it was. She saw three black rubber spiky balls, joined to one another by a nylon line. At the end of the last ball, the nylon line came out, with a snap hook at one end. The man hefty them in his hand, to show her that they were heavy. They must have had steel cores.
The man snapped the hook at the end of the nylon line into Storm's clitoris hood. Then he took a tube of lubricant from another pocket on his jacket, and squeezed its contents liberally over the balls.
"Open wide!" the man mocked as he squatted down behind Storm's rump, and pushed the first spiky rubber ball into her anus.
"Mmmmmph!" Storm moaned as the spiky ball pushed pass her sphincter, rubbing the skin in the hole before in popped into her rectum. Then the second ball was pushed through into her, eliciting a second groan from the helpless mutant. When the third ball was pushed through, Storm was almost on the verge of tears. The balls felt heavy inside of her, and their spiky exterior were irritating her inside.
"I would advise that you try to hold them in. If they fall out, they would probably cause your clitoris hood a lot of pain." The man, smiling evilly. Storm could only shake her head vigorously in a gagged protest as the guards and the man turned to leave her alone with the other captive women, struggling with her dilemma.
Storm did not know how long they left her in the stressful half-squat position, between two extremities of pain. It was an exquisitely designed torture. Eventually, she had to lift herself or lower herself beyond the zone in which there was no pain, for her feet could no longer take it. When that happened, she had to endure the agony from either below or from her breasts. In the pale yellow light of the hut, her golden brown body shone with her perspiration as she struggled to maintain her balance.
To add to her ordeal, Storm had to clinch her asshole to hold the spiky balls in. It was more difficult than she had imagined, for the balls were not only heavy, but they were slippery from the excessive lubricants that the man had used. Their presence inside of her also made her feel as if she had to go to the bathroom. Yet, she knew that she must not release them, for fear of what would happen.
Inevitably, Storm could not hold them in forever. After hours of struggle, the first ball made its way through her anus, popping free, and dangling between her anus and her clitoris hood. This juggled the clitoris ring, irritating her clitoris.
"Mmmmmph!" Storm moaned. She looked aside at one of the women witnessing her torment and humiliation. Their eyes connected and she could see pity in her eyes. She closed her eyes and looked away, too ashamed at her capture and enslavement.
With the first ball out and dragging down with its weight, the second ball did not take long to come out. As it came out of her anus, the spikes irritated her anus once more, before popping down and adding to the weight of the first ball, pulling down on the clitoris hood even further. It was becoming pure agony.
Tears appeared once more from the corners of Storm's eyes as she felt the final ball begin to slip out. It popped free like the others, and the three balls fell into line beneath her, sending a jolt through the ring on her clitoris hood. Storm screamed into her gag at the sensation, her body bucking, and her legs straightening instinctively. This immediately caused even greater pain as the chain linking her clitoris hood to the floor grew taut and pulled at her clitoris hood.
Storm screamed again from the pain, and as she did so, she lost her balance, the heavy yoke on her shoulders tipping her back. She struggled to try to get back her balance, but it was too late. She fell backwards and as she did so, the two chains holding up her breasts grew taut, and pulled the rings hooked through her nipples. This final excruciating pain from her breasts finally plunged the mutant into the merciful darkness of unconsciousness.
Frost
Emma Frost pulled at the leather straps holding her firmly down onto the wooden trestle. Sweat beads covered her face and her entire body, glistening in the harsh light of the room. Dried cum covered her crotch and the inside of her thighs. Red welts covered her buttocks, back and her large breasts, hanging down on either side of the back of the trestle. Her wrists and ankles had been secured to the trestle, ensuring that her legs remained spread, and her rear thrust up by the slight incline of the wooden back of the trestle. Her two rear orifices were completely defenceless, and she had been made intense use of by the men for a period of time that seemed to have stretched into the distance past, by was probably merely a few days since she was released from her punishment of rope suspension and weights.
The taste of defeat had been bitter. Her tormentor had punished her for a few days. She had tried to remain defiant for as long as possible, but it was only a matter of time before she was broken by the combination of the pain, by exhaustion, and by thirst and hunger. And she had not counted on how her punishment had begun to make her feel. Intermixed together with the sensations of pain, was the undeniable building up of sexual neediness within her.
The constant rubbing and squeezing of the rough and pricky ropes on Emma Frost's vulnerable spots had caused her to become more and more horny even as she suffered more and more pain. After a while, she realized that she was becoming wet at her cunt as the rope cleaving its lips seemed to slip more easily over it. Her captor had not failed to torment her further by pointing this out, adding humiliation to pain and discomfort.
When Emma Frost had finally been cut down from her suspension, she had been brought to this tiny cell, where she was strapped down, to be used by all the men in the facility, to be used, as the woman put it, like the whore that she was. She lost count of the number of times she had been penetrated in both her asshole and her cunt.
The bolt shutting the steel door to her bare and tiny cell was pulled back with a heavy clang. Emma Frost lifted up her head at the sound, and saw two men come into the room. She expected them to make use of her, as so many others had done before them, but instead, they unstrapped her from the trestle. Then, before she could do anything rash, they pulled her wrists behind her back and handcuffed them together.
One of the men then placed the familiar posture collar around her throat, once more forcing her to tilt her head up at an angle. Then he fitted the head harness with its leather cup to the collar, and inserted the inflatable gag into the blonde mutant's mouth, before securing the straps firmly around her head. The gag was pumped up once more, before a leash was attached to the D-ring in front of the collar, and Emma Frost was led out of her tiny cell that she had spent the past few days.
Emma Frost walked unsteadily as she was led down a corridor before turning into a large room. As she entered, her eyes landed on the familiar figure of the raven-haired woman. She was no longer wearing her Black Queen outfit, but was dressed in a black glossy PVC trench-coat that was buttoned tightly over her body. Her long slim legs emerged from beneath the trench-coat, clad in a pair of black stockings, before ending in a pair of glossy black PVC ankle boots. She was standing next to a large trunk.
"Ah my slave," the woman exclaimed as she saw the mutant being brought in, "We must hurry now. We've got a plane to catch. And we haven't even pack yet. That is, we haven't even pack YOU yet."
The vicious woman smiled at her little joke, then continued, "I am sure that you are used to flying first class, but I'm afraid for this trip, you would have to fly cargo class."
Emma Frost could say nothing in retort as she was still gagged. She was brought up to the trunk and her handcuffs were removed. As one of the orderly held her tightly by her arms, the other went aside and returned with a curious garment made from white leather. It looked like two long sleeves connected to one another at their mouths by a leather strap. The sleeves had no openings at the end. The ends were stitched closed, with D-rings fitted to them.
The orderly holding her now pushed up her arms, forcing her to bend forward, while his colleagues fed the sleeves over her arms. When the sleeves had been pulled fully down each of her arms, Emma Frost found that the length of the sleeves was such that they kept her hands bunched up uselessly in a fist.
Emma Frost was now pulled upright. One of the orderly now picked up a pair of thick long straps that had been fitted to the middle of the sleeves, and circled them around her arms and torso, securing them in front of her, just beneath her breasts. This trapped her upper arms against her body.
Emma Frost's arms were now folded up her back until her hands were placed together in a worship position between her shoulder blades. Here, a snap-hook dangled from the posture collar around her throat. The orderlies snapped the hook through the D-rings at the ends of the sleeves, leaving her arms folded uncomfortably up her back. This posture also forced her to push her torso forward, thrusting her breasts out.
Once they were done with her arms, the orderlies forced Emma Frost to kneel down. As one of the orderlies held her down, another came up to her with a pair of thick leather belts. Taking one of the belts, the orderly wrap it once around Emma Frost's right ankle, before pulling the ends up over her right thigh, and pulling them down again, wrapping her right leg tightly in a folded position, before buckling the ends together to the side of her right thigh. He repeated the process with the mutant captive's left leg, leaving her frog tied.
The orderlies now moved the trunk closer to the captive. They allowed her to look into the interior of the trunk. The trunk was standing upright, with its lid hinged open like a door. The base of the trunk had a raised seat in the middle. Two black rubber dildos emerged from the seat, one before the other, with the one in front being longer than the rear one, and the latter being thicker than the former. Both the dildos glistered in the white light of the room from the generous amount of lubricant that had been applied to them. A series of thick leather straps had been fitted to the sides and back of the trunk, and a snap-hook dangled from the top of the trunk.
Emma Frost was now turned around, and raised up to stand on her knees. She was forced to walk backwards into the trunk, before being bent and lowered down onto the seat. She felt the tips of the rubber dildos touched the openings of her lower orifices, then, without ceremony or concern for her comfort, she was pushed down onto the seat. The two dildos slid into her, causing the captive to moan.
Once Emma Frost had been seated, the orderlies pulled the various straps over her, buckling her into place inside the trunk. A pair of broad straps reached up over her thighs to trap her onto the seat. Another pair came round her waist, while a third encircled her upper torso, just above her breasts. Finally, one of the orderlies moved her head until it was centered beneath the snap-hook, and he secured the hook into a D-ring fitted to the head harness of her pump gag. When they were done, the captive mutant found that she could hardly move.
When she had been securely fastened, Emma Frost found that she could hardly move. The straps held her in a kneeling position, pressing her firmly down onto the two dildos. With her arms folded up behind her, this left her body arc forwarded, straining against the straps holding her against the back of the trunk. Finally, the snap-hook secured to her head harness lifted her head up, and limited the movement of her head to a minimal degree.
One of the orderlies now stood back. He held up what looked like a small back remote control, and pressed a button on it. In the next instant, Emma Frost was alarmed to hear a hiss from down below her, and feel the two dildos of her expanding, pressing against her insides, stretching her tunnel and hole as they filled her up. Then, without warning, the two dildos began to vibrate vigorously inside of her, shaking her body to the core.
"A little inflight entertainment." The raven-haired woman said as she observed the bound blonde mutant moaning and thrashing in her bonds as the dildos vibrated inside of her.
"Good. Now, let's get started, we've got a plane to catch." the raven-haired woman said. With that, the lid of the trunk was closed, plunging the captive into darkness, leaving her only with the torment of the expanded vibrating dildos worming their way inside of her.
Storm
Storm awoke at the first sounds of the morning routine in the detention building. She was lying on her back, with her legs spread open and folded before her, bound in a frog-tied position by leather straps. Her arms had been pulled behind her back, and encased in a sheath of thick leather height. To complete her bondage, her mouth had been stuffed with a large penis gag, snap fastened in place by a broad leather strap that covered her mouth completely.
Storm struggled to get into a kneeling position. It was not easy in the small cage that she had been placed in. She had awoken from the unconsciousness brought about by her ordeal to find herself already bound in leather and caged. The cage was barely big enough for her to sit in. It was the third cage up from the floor, with one more cage above her. There were more cages to her left and right. Most of the cages were occupied by her fellow captives, although few were as stringently bound as she was.
Storm had spent a few days in the cage now, and was beginning to grow familiar with the routine. The women would be fed twice a day with a salty tasting stew. For those troublesome prisoners that had to be kept gagged – like Storm – this was the only time when they would be allowed to drink. Both the food and water were put in pet food bowls, and the captives had to slurp up their food like animals. For those more obedient captives, there were water bottles attached to the side of their cages, inverted and fitted with a steel tube at its end, closed by a ball-bearing. To drink, the prisoners simply press in the ball-bearing with their tongues, and slurp in the water. It was exactly the same arrangements as that for pet animals.
After the first feeding in the morning, the more obedient captives would be allowed out of their cages, suitably handcuffed and fitted with leg chains, and then led out of the detention building for some exercise. For others like Storm, they had to stay in their bondage and cages.
This morning, however, after the morning feeding, the door on Storm's cage was opened. A pair of powerful hands reached in, and pulled her out of the cage by the straps of the arm sheath that ran over her shoulders. Another pair of hands was waiting to receive her body as she slipped out of the cage, putting her none too gently down onto the bare floor.
One of Storm's captors stepped forward with a length of rough rope. He doubled the rope before encircling it around Storm's torso a couple of times, crisscrossing the rope in the valley of her cleavage, trapping her two full breasts between the lines over and below them. The lines under her breasts were pulled up under the folds formed by her breasts hanging the rope, thus rubbing this sensitive part of her anatomy.
The rope was then knotted behind her back, under her sheathed arm, leaving long free ends. This was then jerked down through the crack of her butt, over her crotch, and up the front of her torso, before being pulled taut and tied to the lines crisscrossing through her cleavage. The remaining free length of the rope was now taken in hand like a leash by one of the guards, while another guard undid the leather straps securing her legs in a frog-tied position. With an unsympathetic tug on the end of the rope leash that tightened the prickly and rough rope around her breasts and crotch, Storm was forced to stand up on her feet – unsteady after such a length of time in bondage – before she was led out of the detention building.
Outside, Storm was greeted by a strange sight. She saw a man mounted on a horse, but the man was dressed in the costume of an eighteenth century groom, complete with white powdered wig, a dark blue frock-coat and dark blue breeches, completed with a white shirt and white stockings. He took the end of the leash rope from the guard leading Storm, and tied it to the pommel of the saddle of his horse, a dark black Arabic stallion. Then he gently nudged the stallion with the heel of his black leather shoe. The stallion started into a gentle walk. As the stallion moved forward, the rope tightened around Storm's torso, and she was forced to follow.
Storm tried to keep up as well as she could, her large breasts bounced before her. The consequence of falling behind was a quick tightening of the rope around her breasts and crotch, squeezing her mounds and crushing her clitoris – both extremely uncomfortable sensations. She nearly stumbled several times. Even though the horse was moving at a rather leisurely pace, its strides were such that it was moving faster than a comfortable pace for even her long legs, and she had to jog after the animal, an uncomfortable undertaking with her sheathed arms and bound body.
Storm was led through the camp in such a manner out of the front gates of the camp and up a dirt road. They traveled for what seemed to Storm to be several kilometers at least as she tried desperately to keep up. Perspiration covered her entire body, covering it with a shiny sheen that glistered in the harsh sun of the late morning that seemed – strangely – not to affect the groom leading her. The gag strapped tightly into her mouth did not help as she was forced to breathe only through her nose, making her even more tired as she slowly jogged behind the horse. She was quite exhausted by the time they came to a set of double gates that pierced a high wall at the end of the dirt road, and the groom came to a stop.
The gates were imposing black ornate iron affairs, with some sort of family crest mounted on them. The gates opened and the groom kicked the horse into motion again, leading Storm through the gates into a gravel-covered driveway. The driveway stretched from the gates up towards a neo-classical style mansion that had Ionian columns and French windows on its façade. The entire building was whitewashed and seemed to shine in the tropical sun. It did not seem out of place at all amongst the immaculately maintained grounds surrounding it, complete with perfectly pressed carpet grass and neatly trimmed cone shaped bushes.
The groom turned the horse, and went down a garden path, away from the mansion. This path led to a long single-storied building that stretched out on one side of a yard. The building had a large doorway on one end, and the groom led Storm into the building. Within, she saw a row of stalls on either side. Each of the stalls had freshly strewn hay and was enclosed by low wooden doors. It was obvious that this was the stable.
The groom stopped in front of an empty stall. Another groom waited there, and took the end of the leash rope from the first groom after he had untied it from the pommel of his saddle. The second groom led Storm into the stall, towards the back wall. At first, there seemed nothing remarkable about the wall. Then her eyes fell onto a piece of iron projecting out of the wall. The profile of the iron was a wedge, with the pointed edge facing upwards. As she got nearer, she saw that the top edge was not smooth, but had jagged teeth, like the cutting edge of a saw.
It did not take much imagination to realize what was to be done to her. Storm started to squirm in her bondage. The two grooms had to take her firmly by her arms, and pull her towards the wedge. In her weakened state, she could only put up the token of a struggle before she was subdued. The first groom untied the end of the rope from the front of her torso, and pulled it back from her crotch, but left the other end still tied around her upper torso, binding her breasts. Then, the two grooms dragged the captive to the wedge, and lifted her up, before mounting her onto the wedge.
As her crotch came to rest on the jagged teeth of the wedge, the captive moan into her gag. As the first groom held the captive firmly, the other picked up a piece of coiled rope from one of the sides of the stall, where it hung from a hook, and came over to Storm. He coiled the rope around her thighs, just above her knees, binding her legs together such that they clip the wedge between them. With the rest of the rope, he bound her ankles firmly together as well.
With her entire weight resting on the wedge, the jagged teeth of the wedge sunk into the soft flesh of Storm's crotch. Although the teeth were not sharp enough to pierce her flesh, the points of pressure on her clitoris, her vagina mouth and her anus were still causing her much discomfort. The height of the wedge was such that her toes could not touch the ground to take some of the weight off her crotch. She could only moan in protest into her gag, which the grooms ignored as they removed the sheath from her arms. They held her arms firmly as she put up another spate of useless struggle.
The first groom threw the end of the rope binding her breasts over an exposed beam above the captive, and caught it as it came swinging back. He pulled down on the rope until it was taut, creating tension in the lines binding Storm's breasts. Then, with the other groom, they forced the mutant's arms in front of her, before crossing her wrists before her face, and binding them with the end of the rope.
To complete her bondage, one of the grooms now took the end of the rope binding her legs. He threaded the rope through an iron ring fitted to the floor of the stall. He then pulled the rope taut, stretching Storm's legs out underneath her, and forcing her crotch further down onto the jagged teeth, before binding the rope.
When they were done, the grooms left the stall, closing the door of the stall after them, leaving Storm to struggle with the ropes binding her. She found that she could only relieve some of the pressure on her crotch by pulling on the end of the rope binding her wrists, lifting her torso up, but this not only tire her arms out after a while, but put much pressure on her breasts. It was a choice between torturing her breasts or her crotch. The sheer cruelty of the bondage and the merciless predicament of choosing between two forms of humiliating punishment brought a reluctant tear of frustration to the captive mutant's eyes.
When Storm finally gave up her useless struggles, she looked up, and for the first time saw that there was someone in the stall opposite of hers. She was in exactly the same dilemma as Storm's, mounted on the wall, with her naked crotch resting on a jagged teeth wedge, her hands bound in front of her face, tied to her breasts via a rope thrown over the beam above her head.
There was something familiar about the woman opposite her, who was examining her as well. The elaborate white leather gag covering half her face – even more cruel than the one gagging Storm - made it difficult to recognize her at first, but the long blonde hair and blue eyes provided the clues. With a start, Storm realized who it was. Storm saw that Emma Frost had also recognized her. The two women could only stare at each other in horror and gagged silence across the doors of their respective stalls.
Frost
Emma Frost had been shocked when her captors brought Storm into the stable and put her in the same torture as she herself had been placed only that morning after a long and uncomfortable plane ride in the cargo compartment of a private jet. She had been kept in the trunk all the way until she was brought into the stable and taken out. She had then been put immediately onto the wedge.
Emma Frost wished that she could communicate with the African mutant bound across from her, to find out how she had been caught, and what they had done to her. But her telepathic abilities remained suppressed. From the apparent helplessness of Storm, Emma Frost guessed that her mutant abilities had been suppressed too.
The two mutants' captors finally returned in the morning. She saw the raven-haired woman who had captured her come in with a man that she had never seen before. Both of them were wearing red jackets, white riding breeches, with thigh high boots. The man came to the door of the stall and peered in at the blonde captive, stretched naked before him.
"She's certainly a fine looking woman, isn't she?" the man asked smiling.
"And this one is not too bad looking either. You have done well, brother." the raven haired woman said.
"As have you, sis." the man said, as he opened the door to the stall and came in. He walked up to the bound blonde and reached behind her to grasp the rope binding her torso. He pulled down on the rope, lifting up her bound wrists away from her breasts. He cupped her right breast with his hand, and squeezed it hard, eliciting a moan from the gagged captive.
Emma Frost looked across to see the raven haired woman step into Storm's stall. She strutted up to the bound African, and nestled her body up close to that of the mutant's, running a hand up her thighs. Emma Frost saw Storm's eyes widened in shock as the woman cupped her breasts, and began to fondle them.
"We should trade slaves, brother." the woman said as she continued to fondle Storm's heavy breasts and stroke her thighs, "Keeps things fresh."
"Of course." the man said, smiling as he kissed Emma's long neck, "That sounds like an absolutely superb idea."
At this point, four grooms came in carrying two large leather bound trunks between them. One of the trunks were carried into each of the stall, and set down before the captives.
The man opened the trunk, and picked up two white objects. He held them up for Emma to see. They were shaped like knee-length high-heel boots, made of white patent leather, with lacings running up the front of the boot from the toes up to the tops. However, although the boots had the severe arches of five-inch high-heel boots, the spike heels were missing. Instead, the toes of the boots flared out into a broad rounded tip. The soles of the boots were heavy three-inch high platforms that were shaped like the hoofs of a horse.
The man went behind Emma with the boots. He disappeared from view, and Emma felt him untie the end of the rope, relieving some of the tension that had kept her legs stretched down tight below her. Then, she felt her ankles being untied.
The man left her knees still bound together as he lifted her right ankle up and back. Then he took the right boot, and slipped it over her right lower leg, and fit the boot over her right feet. Then he began to do the lacing on the front of the boot. Emma felt the stiff patent leather of the boot begin to grip her right foot, then her right ankle, and finally her right calf as the laces were tightened, until she felt her lower leg entirely embraced with stiff leather. When her leg was released, she could touch the floor with the sole of her boot, but her foot was forced to stretch down by the boot, with the toes of her right foot being to point forward. It was as if she was wearing a high-heel boot, except that there was nothing to support the weight on the heel.
When the man had put the other boot on Emma's left leg, he stood up and untied the end of the rope holding her up from around her torso. He pulled the end of the rope down until her arms were stretched straight up above her head, before he tied the end of the rope to the wedge behind her buttocks. This left Emma's nude torso entirely exposed. He went to the trunk and picked up a white patent leather harness. This consisted of a series of straps joined to a series of chrome steel rings.
The man untangled the mess of straps, and placed two of them over Emma's shoulders, with the rest of the straps and steel rings dangling before her torso. The shoulder straps were joined to a steel ring that had another three straps fitted to it. The man pulled back two of the latter round her torso, from the front to the rear, and mated up the ends behind her back. Emma felt him feed the end of one of the straps into the buckle on the other, which was pulled tight, then clinched in place. When this was done, the ring was pressed snuggly against her chest, just above her cleavage.
The third strap fitted to the ring was a short one, about four inches in length, and connected to a second ring that dangled just below her breasts through her cleavage. Three other straps were fitted to this ring. Again, the man pulled two of the straps back, around her torso to her back, and buckled the straps tightly in place, thus boxing her breasts in lines of white.
The third strap in turn was connected to a third ring, this one dangling just over Emma's belly button, with four other straps. Two of these straps were like their brothers further up, and they were pulled back round Emma's body to be secured behind her, over her loins. The other two were considerably longer, and the man parted the straps and dropped them down on different sides of the wedge.
The man now untied Emma's thighs, and allowed the rope to drop to the ground around her legs. He parted Emma's legs slightly then pulled up one of the straps dangling next to her right leg. He fed the end of the strap under the straps encircling her torso until it was mated up diagonally across her back with one of the straps placed over her shoulders. He buckled it into place. Then he did the same with the other strap dangling next to her left leg, fitting it to the right shoulder strap.
Two grooms now moved forward, and positioned themselves on either side of Emma. The man released the rope holding her arms up, and allowed her to drop her bound wrists before her. The grooms then seized her arms, and held them firmly as the man untied her wrists. He went back to the trunk, and returned with two long sleeves made of white patent leather, each of which had lacings up its entire length. With the aid of the grooms, the man placed the sleeves on each of Emma's arms.
Despite her determined efforts to resist, she was subdued, and the sleeves fitted onto her arms and laced tightly in place with not much trouble. She found that the sleeves had no openings at the end, only pointed mittens that encased her hands entirely. With the lacings tightly done up, they could not be gotten off by the captive.
The grooms now pushed Emma's arms high up into the air behind, forcing her to bow forward until her torso was bent forward. Her arms were folded up behind her, and her wrists forced forward towards her neck until they were crossed between her shoulder blades. Each of the sleeves had a D-ring fitted to its end. A snap hook was, in turn, attached to each of the D-ring. These were now hooked onto D-rings attached to the shoulder straps of the harness, thus holding up Emma's arms, crossed high up behind her back.
As if this was not quite stringent enough, the man went back to the trunk, and returned with a broad strap of white patent leather, fitted with double tongue-and-buckles. This strap was wrapped around her crossed wrists, arms and torso, just above her breasts, and then strapped in place behind her, pinning her wrists and arms tightly against her body. She could now no longer move her arms in any way.
Emma continued to be held with her torso pointing forward. The elaborate head harness was now undone, although the posture collar remained in place. The leather cup – along with the pump gag - and the straps were removed from her face. Before she could say a word, their place was taken by a bit gag of white rubber with white patent straps. The rubber bit was forced between her teeth, and two of the straps pulled back around her head and buckled in place. Other miscellaneous straps were fitted to these two main straps. Two of these smaller straps dangled down from her cheeks.
Emma's head was forced up so that she looked forward, so that the man could buckle these two straps beneath her chin. Another two similar straps were fitted on either side of Emma's nose. The tips of these straps were fitted together to a broader strap by means of rivets. This broader strap was now pulled over the top of Emma's head. The end of this strap had a series of steel stud fasteners, which the man loop round the first set of straps holding the bit in her mouth, and secured by pressing two of the stud fasteners together. The end result was a bit gag harness no less elaborate and cruel than the cup harness. Emma was hardly able to move her jaws, and she was already drooling uncontrollably.
Emma was finally allowed to stand up now. It was initially difficult in the boots that she was wearing. The boots forced her to stand on her tip-toes at a severe angle. The lack of support from heels meant that all weight was concentrated on the balls of her feet. With her arms bound uselessly behind her, she found it very difficult to balance. Ignoring her difficulties, the man picked up a white patent leather rein, and came up to her. The rein had a small snap hook on each end, which he attacked to the two large steel rings that were attached to the ends of the rubber bit gag.
"Move forward." the man ordered. Emma hesitated as she tried to find the correct balancing point. Her slowness earned her a sharp blow across her buttocks from the man's riding crop. She grunted into her gag, but forced herself to take the first tentative step forward. With a few more steps, she was off the wedge, and balancing precariously on the soles of her boots, the very broadness of which added her balancing effort. She found that with the boots, she was taller than the grooms and the man around her.
The man picked up the rein, and pulled Emma forward, forcing her to take one step after another. The heaviness of the boots and the awkwardness of her bondage forced her to lift her legs up high, planting each foot carefully before lifting up the other. She was led out of her stall.
At the same time, Storm was being led out of her stall by the raven-haired woman. She had been placed in exactly the same fittings as Emma, except that hers was in black, including the black rubber bit. The two mutants, now brought almost face to face with one another, could only stare at each other in helplessness, surveying each other's nude form bound in patent leather. Then they were turned and led towards the end of the stable.
Here, two trestles had been set up opposite one another. The two captive mutants were now led to each of the trestle and placed facing one another. Then their ankles were secured to two of the legs of the trestles with rope, and their bodies forced to bend forward with their stomachs against the top of the trestles. Their breasts dangling down beneath them. Their torso were then bound to the top with ropes.
Emma looked up to see the raven-haired woman approach Storm's rear. She was holding a black object in her right hand, and a tube in her left. Emma recognized the object as an over-sized butt-plug, with a conical body with a flanged base. A luscious plume of white hair – matching Storm's - emerged from the base. The raven-haired woman squeezed a generous amount of liquid from the tube onto the butt-plug. She dropped the tube and applied the lubricant over the rubber surface of the plug. Then she aimed the tip of the plug, and inserted the instrument into Storm.
At almost the same time, Emma felt her own rear being invaded by the slippery tip of a butt-plug. She grimaced as the object pushed her sphincter wider and wider as it entered further and further into her. Her hole began to ache as it was pushed to its limit, but the pressure on the plug was merciless until finally, she felt her sphincter closed over the flanged base. The object nestled within her – though flexible – felt like a large monster residing within her, its tip pressing uncomfortably against her inside.
The ropes holding Emma's body to the trestle was now undone, and she was allowed to stand upright once more. It was now even more awkward to stand and walk with the huge butt-plug within her. She could not look down to see, but she could feel the plume of hair sweeping between her bare thighs. She suspected that they were blonde, like her own hair.
This was soon confirmed when the two mutants were led to a large mirror leaning against the wall of the stable, to allow them to look at themselves, to see how helpless they looked. Emma could only stare at herself in horror.
Storm
The African mutant followed the raven-haired woman as she walked out of the stables into the yard. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Emma Frost being led by the man, following closely near her, but she could not see clearly where, for the high and rigid posture collar that they had placed on her prevented her from turning her head to get a better look. Besides, the woman leading her by the rein attached to her bit gag kept a steady pressure on the rein, forcing her to look towards the direction of the pull.
The two mutant captives were led across the yard until the came to an area fenced off by wooden railings, forming a corral. A wooden gate was opened, and Storm was led into the corral. She could hear Emma following closed behind with awkward steps in the heavy pony boots as she tried to keep up.
The two women were brought to the center of the corral, where an interesting contraption had been placed. At first glance, it looked like a wooden see-saw. But on closer inspection, it was clear that no such see-saw would ever be seen in a children's playground. The see-saw had a long and thick stake attached to each end. The stakes were cylindrical with smooth surfaces and blunt tips. They were each attached to the ends of the see-saw by means of a hinge mechanism inside a nook cut into each of the end. A heavy weight attached to the bottom of the weight caused them to point directly upwards.
While the see-saw plank was balanced on a center post like other see-saws, it rested on an even keel. This was because it was supported part-way up either halves of the plank by a steel bar under and across each half. Each of these steel bars, in turn was fitted between the twin prongs of a steel U-frame, about a third of the way from the bend. The bend of the steel U-frames were in turn fitted to steel posts directly underneath the ends of the see-saw, reach up almost to, but not quite touching, the wood of the planks. At the opposite ends, at the tips of the prongs, handle bars had been fitted, such that the U-frames looked like bicycle handles.
Storm was led up to one end of the see-saw, and as she was turned around to look at the other end, she saw Emma Frost being moved into position there. The raven haired woman smiled evilly as she took out a tube of lubricant and squeezed a large amount of gel onto the stake. She then pulled the stake, tilting the tip back. Pulling on Storm's rein, she forced the mutant to step forward until the tip of the stake touched the lips of her cunt. Then, slowly, as she continued to pull on the rein and force Storm to walk forward, she swung the stake up, and fed it steadily into Storm. Storm could only groan as she felt the stake parted the lips of her vagina, and probe into her. As she came to a stop, standing with her legs slightly parted over the end of the see-saw, she was thankful that the stake did not go any deeper into her. Looking across the plank, she could see Emma being moved into position, with the other stake plugged into the open mouth of her vagina. The blonde mutant, too, was visibly in distress.
Storm also found that in her position at the end of the see-saw, the handle bars of the U-frame hinged under Emma Frost reached almost to the middle of her own thighs on either side of the plank. If she lifted her knees, she would be able to touch the handle bars. She also saw that an eyebolt had been fitted onto the top of the plank in front of her. A short chain with a snap-hook at the free end had been fitted to the eyebolt. The purpose of this chain was soon made clear as the chain was stretched back towards her, and the snap-hook attached to a steel ring on her bondage harness, the one over her belly button. This prevented her from moving back, and slid off the stake impaling her. Looking across, Storm saw the same being done to Emma Frost.
"Well ladies, you must be wondering what this little contraption is." the man said, "We, my sister and I, are quite proud of this design. It is meant for training two pony girls at once, on the correct way of lifting up their feet."
The man reached down, and grabbed one of the handle bars in front of Emma. He pulled the handle bar up. As he did so, the prongs of the U-frame swung up, raising the steel bar under Storm's half of the see-saw plank. This, in turn, swung up Storm's end of the see-saw, driving the thick stake into Storm's vagina. Storm screamed as she felt the monster pushed up into her. The man released the handle bar, and allowed it to fall back into position.
"Now, when one of the U-frames are raised like this," the raven-haired woman continued where her brother had left off, lifting up the handle bar on Storm's end, tilting the see-saw such that the end under Emma Frost rose up, driving the wooden stake up into her cunt, causing her to scream into her bit gag, "The other half of the plank will push down on the other U-frame, lifting the handle bar up. So if the other pony girl is not quite fast enough, she will not be able to reach the bars with her knees. So, it really boils down to which pony girl is faster, and is able to lift her knees up higher. The faster she is, or the higher she lifts the bars, the other pony girl will be less likely to do the same first, and will thus be impaled."
The raven-haired woman released the handle bar, and the see-saw returned to an even keel. The two mutants now stared across at one another, all too aware of the devilishly competitive position that had been placed in.
"So, let the games begin!" the man said, laughing, at the same time swinging a riding crop he held in his hand, landing a blow on Emma's rump. The woman yipped into her gag, and started to raise her legs, but Storm was faster. She lifted her right knee up high, raising the other end up, impaling Emma. She screamed, and a look of anger flashed across her eyes as she stared at her fellow captive mutant. As the end lowered, and the stake slipped down her vagina, she raised her own knee, and Storm was not quite fast enough to counter the move. She felt the stake inside of her slide up her lubricated cunt, driving deep into her.
"Faster! Lift your legs faster!" the raven-haired woman screamed, bringing her own riding crop across Storm's firm rump. She moaned, and raised her left knee, desperately trying to reach the handle bars before Emma did. She lost that time again, and felt the stake ram up her tract again.
Storm did not want to hurt Emma Frost, but a sense of self-preservation had flared up within her, overwhelming her intention with a need to prevent herself from being rammed by the stake within her. This need to protect herself was soon reinforced by a competitiveness as she tried to beat Emma Frost. She had never admitted it to herself, but she had never quite forgiven the former White Queen of the Hellfire Club. She had been her victim on more than a few occasions, bound, stripped, and mentally raped by the blonde woman.
As Storm looked across the see-saw into the blue eyes of the other mutant, she saw that she, too, had a look of determination in her eyes, and realized that she, too, would not be merciful. Thus, the two mutants began to compete in lifting up their legs even without the prompting of the riding crops.
As the morning wore on, the two mutants were forced to lift their legs again and again, tormenting each other. Sometimes Storm would be first, and sometimes Emma would beat her to it, but in the end, they both lost count of who was 'winning' in this game that could not be won. As the women were shafted again and again, they added their own cum to the lubricant on the stakes, allowing the wooden instruments to become even more lubricated and move faster within them.
The mutant slaves trashed their heads, swinging their hair wildly as they were rammed again and again by the wooden stakes. They moaned and groaned, and their bodies writhed, both from the stakes moving within them, and from the merciless whipping by their captors. Their bodies were soon covered by the sheen of perspiration and their buttocks covered by the red welts from the riding crops.
Finally, their captors stopped their merciless blows, allowing the two mutants to come to a mutual stop, too exhausted to move. It was only then that they were unhooked from the see-saw plank and allowed to back off from the see-saw, the stained stakes swing out of them as they backed off.
The siblings now led the two captives by the reins again out of the corral, back towards the stables. As they come to the yard, they brought them to the side of the stables, where there was rubber hose connected to a tap. Tying their reins to eyebolts fitted to the wall, the brother took the hose, and aimed it at the captives, and sprayed the perspiration off their bodies with the hose. Then, without drying them, the siblings led the two mutants back to their respective stable stalls. There, they were each led to the center of their stalls, where two chains dangled from the beam overhead. The chains had snap-hooks fitted to the end, which the siblings hooked into the shoulder straps of the captives. Then, they placed a leather strap around each of the slaves' thighs, just above their knees, and tightly secured their legs together. The two X-women were now forced to stand upright in their stalls.
The siblings disappeared for a while, and returned with two bags. Something sloshed in the bags as they went up to each of the captives. The elaborate head harnesses with the bit gags were removed. The mouths of the bag was then opened, and fed over their face. A series of straps were attacked to the mouth of the bag. Two of the straps were pulled round behind the head of each of the captives, and strapped tightly in place. Two other straps above these two were then pulled up over the top of their heads, crisscrossing over their heads, and then pulled down to the first two straps encircling their head. The ends of these the former two straps had snap hooks, which were then placed into D-rings riveted to the top of the first two straps at points just below the captives' ears. This arrangement held the bag up over the captives' face.
Storm found that she could not see anything with the bag over her face. However, she did feel the tip of a straw-like projection just in front of her mouth. Experimentally, she placed her lips around the tip and sucked. Sure enough, a kind of sweet syrup entered her mouth. She began to suck hungrily, realizing that she had not been fed for a long time.
"Good. Feed well tonight my dear," she heard the raven-haired woman said as she sucked, "Tomorrow, the training will continue."
Frost
Frost awoke with a start when she felt the bag over her face being undone. Her captor had left her alone to feed, standing up, bound in leather and chains. When she was done, she slowly drifted off into a deep sleep, with her body kept upright by the chain.
When the bag was removed from her face, Frost felt a powerful hand pulled on her hair, forcing the stiff rubber bit gag back into her mouth, and the straps of the head harness secured back in place, once more gagging her. Then the rein attached to the bit gag was pulled, and she was led out of her stall. At the same time, Storm was led out of her own stall, and the two mutants regarded each other.
Their captors were dressed in the hunting costume of red jacket over a white shirt or blouse, with tight white riding breeches, complete with high leather riding boots. They led the two captives by their reins, and brought them out of the stables.
Frost found that it was early morning again. She wondered how long she had slept, and wondered for a moment if the syrup that they had fed her was drugged. There was the clouded lethargy in her mind that was the possible symptom of the use of such a drug.
The two captives were led out of the stables, their pony boots treading on the gravel of the yard as they stomped behind their respective captors. They were led across the yard until they come to a shed at the far corner. The shed was enclosed on only three sides, leaving a fourth open. There were two stationary bicycles in the shed, facing one another. The bicycles had chrome steel frames that each ended in a broad base that was bolted to the floor.
Instead of handle bars, however, each of the stationary bicycle had an arm that projected up from its front that was bent back half way up its length. A chrome steel U-bar was fitted to the end of the arm. Another unusual feature of the stationary bicycles was their seat – the stiff rubber seats each had a dildo projecting up from their centers. There were two other additions. An arm rose behind each of the seat, up to a point slightly above the seat. This arm had a cylinder at its top, and two pieces of nylon rope were tied to it. Another arm with a similar arrangement was fitted to the front of the seat of the bicycle, but pointed forward at an angle.
"We will now train your stamina." the man said, "Mount the bike, slaves!"
Frost hesitated, and was instantly punished by a crop blow to her buttocks. Reluctantly, she raised her right leg and swung over the seat, then lowered herself gingerly down onto the dildo. She found that the dildo had already been lubricated, and it slid easily into her vagina. However, the size of the dildo was uncomfortable, especially as it competed for real estate inside of her with the butt-plug inside of her.
The man pulled the rein fitted to Frost's bit gag forward, and placed her neck into the crook of the U-bar at the end of the arm. The he took a steel bar and inserted it through the holes at the ends of the prongs of the U-bar, locking Frost's swan-like neck in place. This left her leaning forward on the bicycle, with her breasts suspended beneath her. It also forced her to push her buttocks back. Looking forward, she could see Storm being put in place in exactly the same way. She noted how Storm's large breasts hung below her chest, two large melons that swung gently as she struggled. Frost wondered if she presented the same spectacle with her own breasts.
"Put your toes into the peddles." the man ordered.
Not being able to see with her head held up, Frost tried to locate the paddles with her feet. It took her a while to find them, earning more blows from the man's ridding crop. Finally, when both her feet were on the paddles, the man bent down, and locked her feet in place with rubber straps fitted to the peddles.
"Now, let me explain how this works." the man said. He threw a switch fitted to the long bent arm holding Frost's neck. The cylinders on the shorter arms came to life, turning slowly at first. The nylon ropes tied to the cylinders began to lift up until they were turning with the cylinders. They moved so fast that it looked like two white disks were spinning just under Frost's breasts and just behind her buttocks.
The man knelt down, and pressed a lever. The two arms moved. The one in front of Frost was raised while the one behind her rump tilted forward. This brought the flailing nylon ropes into contact with her breasts and her buttocks. Instantly, Emma screamed into her bit gag as her breasts and buttocks felt the sting of the whips.
"Start paddling!"
Frost started peddling for her life. The instant she began to peddle at a certain speed, the spinning cylinders slowed down, before finally stopping, and the merciless whipping ceased. Frost understood instantly that she would to keep paddling at a certain speed to prevent herself from being punished.
"Now, that wasn't so hard was it? Let's make it more challenging shall we?" the man asked, throwing a switch on the seat of the bicycle.
Frost gasped as the dildo inside of her came to life, pushing deep into her vagina before withdrawing again, almost causing her to stop peddling. This brought the cylinders to life for a moment, flailing her breasts and buttocks. She started peddling furiously again. However, the dildo seemed to be connected to the peddles somehow, for the faster she peddled, the more vigorously the dildo moved up and down her vagina.
Looking forward, Frost saw that Storm was paddling as furiously as she could as well, trying to prevent the set of flails in front of her breasts and behind her rump from activating.
"Now, it won't be much fun if we just let you slaves just cycle away like that, will it?" the raven-haired woman said, smiling as she walked to a spot between the two bicycles. There was a black box on the floor between the two bicycles, placed on the floor.
"Let me explain the rules of the game." The woman said, kneeling down, "As soon as throw this switch, this black box will measure the differential between the speed at which you two cycle. Should one of you slow down relative to the other, this box will start the flails on the bicycle of the one who is slower. Ready? Get set. Go!"
The woman threw the switch. For a moment, as the two mutants paddled furiously away, nothing happened. Suddenly, Frost's flails came to life, whipping her furiously. She screamed into her gag, and she paddled faster. The flails stopped, then, a moment later Storm's flails came to life instead, striking the African mutant's breasts and buttocks. And so it continued as the two mutants tried to out paddle one another.
But this insidious struggle was not all the two slaves had to contend with. Frost moaned as she felt her body beginning to respond to the moving dildo within of her. As she continued to peddle, she felt the first onset of an orgasm. She shuddered as it hit her like a tidal wave, and she juiced onto the seat of the machine. Yet she did not dare to break her stride, and she continued to peddle. Glancing up, she saw that Storm was in the same predicament as her eyes were half closed, and she panted as her buttocks writhed. Her breasts were swinging furiously beneath her as she paddled. Somehow, in spite of her own problems, Frost felt a lust beginning to build inside of her at the sight of Storm being tormented. Before long, she felt another orgasm coming on.
"Please, not again!" Frost pleaded silently, but it was no use. As she continued to paddle, and the dildo continued its merciless assault on her vagina. She climaxed a second time, which broke her stride for an instant. Very quickly, the nylon flails came to life and whipped her mercilessly until Frost could build her speed up again. When Storm cummed in her turn, she managed to paddle faster, and transfer the punishment to Storm.
Storm and Frost were kept on the machine for a long time. Frost lost count of the number of times she reached a climax. The paddling, the orgasms, her stringent bondage, were all combining to make her more and more exhausted. Inevitably, she could not keep up the required pace, and the cylinders with the nylon flails would come to life more and more often, punishing her dangling breasts and raised buttocks. At first, she would try to recover and cycle faster, but eventually, she was so exhausted that she could not do so, and had to endure the flailing as well as the dildo's assault on her vagina.
"MMMMMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMMMPH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" was all the blonde mutant could say as she struggled on the stationary bicycle. Finally, she could move no more, and leaned exhausted on the bicycle, perspiration covering her body as her breasts bounced and juggled from the blows of the nylon flails. By the time the man switched off the machine, her breasts and buttocks were a mess of red welts, and Frost was on the verge of passing out. As Frost was taken off the stationary bike, she looked over to Storm, and found the African to be in the same state of exhaustion. They were then hosed down again, before being led to their own stalls, and the feed bags once again placed over their faces. Once again, Frost found that she fell quickly into an exhausted sleep.
The two X-women were trained mercilessly for the next few days. Their time were divided between the see-saw and the stationary bicycles. After a week of training at the see-saw and on the bicycles, the training moved to the outdoors, where the two captives would be chained to individual posts on the yard. The chain would connect their posture collars to a rotating collar on the post. Then, they would be forced to walk in circles around the post, lifting their legs up. If they did not lift their legs high enough, the punishment would be swift in terms of blows from riding crops to their rumps. Both lost count of the number of days in which they were mercilessly trained by their respective master and mistress.
Both Storm and Emma Frost lost count of the number of times they passed out from exhaustion over the period of training, but as the days passed, the stamina of either woman increased, such that they could take more of the training, for longer period. Their bodies, already lithe and lean, were becoming well-toned, particularly their long and slender legs. As they grew increasingly familiar with the strange position in which their arms were bound, with the large butt-plug inserted in their anuses, and the way their feet were forced to tip-toe in stiff boots, they were able to balance much better than the first few days, and could increase the speed at which they trot. As this speed increased, their trainers increased the pace further such that they could canter, before finally reaching a full running speed.
When they finally reached the stage when they could gallop confidently across an open field, they were awarded with new names. Storm was given the race name "Black Beauty" while Emma Frost was given the name "White Star".
Slowly, the condition of their slavery improved somewhat. At night, their arms were released from their crossed positions behind their backs, the tips of the gloves would be attached together before them and not allowed to move freely. They were also allowed to lie down at night to sleep as well, and they were fed solid food – a kind of stew of mysterious composition, but solid food nonetheless.
Finally, one morning, the two slaves were awakened, and brought out of the stables to a different part of the estate which they have never been brought to. They were brought to a flat, grass covered field in the midst of trees. The field was covered by hip height railings that defined an oval track around the circumference of the field. Two stalls had been placed at a point of track just after the end of a turn, before the track stretched straight forward.
To one side of the tracks was a wooden viewing stand, and it was overflowing with men and women. They were all dressed in some sort of fetish outfit made from latex or PVC, mostly of black or white in color, although there were the occasional dashes of purple, blue or pink. In whatever color they were dressed, the spectators showed off plenty of skin.
Black Beauty and White Star themselves were dressed in their usual bondage pony girl outfit, with their arms uselessly bound behind their backs. Their arms were usually in this position, except when the pony girls were washed and when they rested at night. Even when their arms were released from their crossed positions behind their backs, the tips of the gloves would be attached together before them and not allowed to move freely. As for the pony boots that they wore, they were never taken off, not only for washing.
The tacking of the two bound captives had been buffed up the night before, and they now glimmered in the early morning light. Prunes of tall feathers had been inserted into the head harness of the captives, a black one for Black Beauty, and a white one for White Star. These curved back as the slaves were led by the reins by stable hands onto the tracks.
As Black Beauty and White Star were led to the stalls, their two trainers arrived. The man was dressed in morning dress, but with his morning coat, waistcoat and trousers made of PVC white fabric, complete with a pair of white patent leather shoes. The woman was similarly dressed in fetish outfit. She was wearing a tight black corset made of PVC fabric, complete with a row of buckles running up the front that held the corset closed tightly over her body. The corset forced her breasts up and together, forming a deep cleavage. She wore long black PVC arm gloves on her slender arms. Around her waist she wore a skirt, but the skirt consisted only of the rear half, that blossomed backwards from her buttocks. The front portion of the skirt was missing entirely, revealing her long slender legs, and the fact that she wore a pair of black PVC panties, as well as a pair of black PVC knee-length high-heeled boots. The spectators got onto their feet and clapped politely as their hosts made their way to the seats of honor on the first row of seats.
"Let the race begin!" came a voice over a loudspeaker as the two trainers were seated.
There was a pause, then the sound of a pistol firing. The doors to the stalls sprung open, allowing Black Beauty and White Star to run out of the stall. This they did without further prompting. Both began to run down the tracks.
Black Beauty led White Star early on as she powered her way down the track, while White Star tried to keep up with the fast pace of the African pony girl as she ran with her buttocks rocking behind her, and the white tail between her thighs swishing to and fro. As the pair rounded the curve of the track, White Star fell behind a little further.
"Come on White Star! Move your ass!" the man shouted as the two women ran down the second straight stretch of the track. Black Beauty was still leading, but White Star was beginning to catch up as she lifted her legs and pounded the grass of the green.
"Don't let her catch up Black Beauty!" the woman screamed.
The pair rounded the second curve and came back round to the first straight stretch of the track again. The stalls had been moved aside by this time, and ahead, a white tape had been stretched across the track at the end of the straight stretch. Both women charged ahead now, panting at the exertion, drool streaming out of the corner of their gagged mouths, flowing back over their jaws.
"Faster White Star!" the man screamed as the Caucasian pony girl drew almost parallel to Black Beauty. The breasts of the two captives bounced and juggled as they ran for broke towards the white tape. The tails of the two women swung wildly as they were knocked by the legs of the women. Their buttocks twisted and turned as they lifted their legs high and pushed themselves towards the tape.
"She's catching up Black Beauty! Faster!" the woman screamed.
Black Beauty glanced aside as she caught the pale shadow of White Star come up to her right. That was the fatal mistake. She did not see an uneven patch of ground in front of her, and she tripped. Without her arms to help balance her, she fell clumsily onto the soft grass, sliding forward painfully on her large breasts and her stomach. She got up as quickly as her bondage would allow, but it was already too late. White Star powered forward, and crossed the finishing line, breaking the tape as she ran pass. Storm could only run after her, crossing the line a distinct second.
The man turned to the woman and smiled.
"Well, sister, it looks like I won the bet. White Star came in first." The man said.
The sister smiled, not seeming to mind, "Well done brother, but if Black Beauty had not tripped, your White Star would not have won. But nonetheless, a bet is a bet."
The two pony girl trainers got up and walked towards the two slaves as they talked. Stable hands had now attached reins to the bit gags of the two mutants, and were leading them towards the stand.
"So, what should be the prize for victory?" the man asked his sister.
"Why, the privilege to serve us, of course." the woman said, smiling evilly.
"And the penalty for defeat?" the man asked.
"That would take a certain amount of creativity." The sister said, looking at the bound Black Beauty with a piercing look of disapproval.
Frost
White Star was brought to the mansion after the race, led by her reins by one of the stable hands. She was brought into a room with walls and floors of white tiles. From the shower heads and taps with rubber hoses lining the wall, it was clear that this was a shower room. But unlike conventional shower rooms, this one had leather bondage equipment dangling from the ceiling or attached to the floor.
White Star was led to a spot below one of the shower heads. A hand unfastened the elaborate harness around her head and removed the bit gag from her mouth. The hooks and loops up the back of her neck were now released, and the collar removed from her neck. The hands now moved to her body harness. The buckles holding the harness around her body were undone, and the straps discarded to one side, leaving the pony-girl wearing only her gloves and boots. These were soon removed as well, allowing the captive to lower her feet flat. She was completely nude with no bonds to hold her for the first time in a long while.
White Star's arms were lifted up above her and parted, and she felt leather straps placed around her wrists, holding them up. She lifted her head to see that the wrist straps were attached to the ceiling by long leather straps. The shower head was directly above her, its nozzles pointing directly down at her. Her legs were now parted, and her ankles strapped. These ankle straps were attached via leather straps to steel rings on the floor. This kept her legs opened wide.
The water was now turned on. The water was hot, and it felt good against her grimy and stained body. She felt a thick liquid squeezed over her head, and the pair of hands now proceeded to wash her, lathering the thick liquid into soapy foam. Her hair was washed first, before the hands rubbed her all over her body, paying particular attention to her heavy breasts in front of her and her crotch. When every inch of her body had been cleansed, the water was turned off, and she was toweled dry, before she was released from her restraining straps. Her wrists were then crossed behind her back, and she felt the cold steel of a pair of handcuffs slipped around them. Then a white leather studded collar was placed around her throat. A stable hand snapped a hook at the end of a leash to a ring on the front of the collar. The stable hand gave a tug, and led her out of shower room into a corridor of the mention.
As White Star walked, her heavy breasts bounced before her. She padded barefooted down the corridor behind the stable hand leading her by the leash. She was led through a door and up a spiral staircase, before arriving at a door. The door was opened, and White Star was led into the room behind. The stable hand then unhooked the leash and left the mutant standing in the middle of the room, allowing her to examine her surroundings.
The room's walls were covered with pink lined wallpaper. There was another door into the room opposite to the one she had been brought in from. A large wooden cupboard dominated one wall, while there was a four-poster bed in the centre. The bed had a thick mattress, and was covered with silk sheets. The orderly looped the leash around one of the poster and tied it in place, then left the room, leaving White Star standing naked next to the bed.
After a while the second door opened, and the raven-haired woman stepped through the door. She was wearing only a black lacy teddy. The patterns of the teddy cleverly hid her nipples though not her breasts. She wore a pair of sheer black nylon stockings, held up by straps attached to the hem of her leg holes. She wore a pair of black high heels, and she sauntered to the leashed captive standing at the bed. She cupped a hand under White Star's chin, and turned it so that White Star was forced to look at her.
"Hello my little pet. Do you like your new surroundings?" the raven-haired woman cooed. The raven-haired woman cupped one of White Star's breasts in her hands, and kneaded it. White Star gasped as the hand gently massaged her breasts, and she felt herself respond almost immediately. Her nipples began to extrude and stiffen, and she began to take shorter breaths.
The raven-haired woman walked round behind White Star, and whispered into her right ear, "You are such a beautiful woman. So finely proportioned. Such magnificent breasts."
The woman released White Star's breast, and walked over to the cupboard. She opened it, and White Star could see that the inside were filled with bondage garments, gears, and gags, all neatly hung up on hooks. The raven-haired woman selected a harness that looked like a leather G-string, and walked back to where White Star was.
"Spread your legs." The raven-haired woman commanded. When White Star hesitated, the raven-haired woman slapped her left breasts viciously, causing the mutant to scream in pain.
"Spread!" the raven-haired woman roared. White Star meekly obeyed.
"There, isn't that better?" the raven-haired woman said, back to her cooing tones, as she slipped the crotch of the harness between White Star's legs. She pulled up the straps attached to the corners of the crotch over White Star's hips, and tied them in place, first the ones over her left hip, then the ones over her right hip. She strapped them firmly and tightly, and White Star could feel the chafing of the leather against her crotch. The crotch piece had holes pierced in it, which exposed her anus, her vagina lips and her clitoris.
The raven-haired woman straightened up behind White Star, and both her hands looped round her body to her front, and began to knead her breasts.
"Do you like that, my little pet?" the raven-haired woman asked. White Star could only nod. The woman was good. Her kneading was expertly done, and White Star could feel herself become more and more aroused every minute, especially as the raven-haired woman reached down with one of her hands, and began to massage her clitoris as well. Then, once more, the woman abandoned her suddenly, leaving her in frustration as she went over to cupboard. She returned with a strange rubber contraption in her hands.
It was made up of two black rubber dildos, connected together by a rubber rod, and they faced away from one another on the rod. The raven-haired woman walked up to White Star, and knelt down in front of her. There was two metal rings were attached to the front of the harness White Star was wearing, one just before her crotch, and the other a couple of inches above. These corresponded with the steel base of the dildos. Like the dildos that had been inserted into her since the first day of her captivity, a series of spring catches at the dildos' bases click onto the ring to hold them in place. The raven-haired woman took one of the dildos and clicked it firmly into place on the lower ring.
This left the other dildo dangling between White Star's open legs. The raven-haired woman took the second dildo. She placed a hand over White Star's exposed clitoris, and began to massage it. As she got hotter and hotter, the raven-haired woman began to insert her index finger into her vagina to rub its interior walls, sending waves of pleasure up White Star's body. She began to grow wet, and when she became wet enough, the raven-haired woman bent the dildo so that its tip would turn up towards White Star's vagina lips, then thrust it into the mutant.
"Ahhhh!" White Star screamed as she felt the dildo slip up into her tract.
"Maybe I should gag you. Scream all you like. The room is sound-proof." The raven-haired woman said, smiling as she rammed the dildo all the way home. Once in, it was held inside White Star by the piece connecting it to the first dildo clipped onto her front.
The raven-haired woman now untied the leash from the poster and pulled White Star round to the side of the bed. The raven-haired woman backed onto the mattress, and climbed on top. She pulled White Star onto the mattress after her, the first dildo swaying in front of the handcuffed mutant as she moved on her knees on the soft platform.
The raven-haired woman backed up to the headboard of the bed. There was an ornate carving on top of the headboard, with two holes that could accommodate the wrists of a person. The raven-haired woman's intention was clear as she took a handcuff key dangling from a necklace around her neck, turned White Star around, and released her left wrist from its manacle. She wanted to handcuff White Star to the headboard.
It was a mistake. The raven-haired woman was too complacent about how subdued White Star truly was. White Star jabbed back with her right elbow, striking the raven-haired woman's stomach, knocking the wind out of her. White Star turned quickly around, and grabbed the raven-haired woman by the throat, and threw a strangling hold around her slender neck with the crook of her arms. The raven-haired woman struggled her neck was constricted. To gain better leverage, White Star wrapped her long legs around the waist of the woman. The dildo strapped to her front got in the way, and as it twisted to one side, its movements caused the dildo inserted into her to move as well. White Star gasped, but refused to release her hold as she finally got her legs around the raven-haired woman. The two women fell on their sides on the bed, and rolled to and fro as they struggled.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the raven-haired woman finally passed out from the lack of air. Emma Frost let go of the woman, and took the handcuff key from around her neck to release her right wrist. Then she dragged the raven-haired woman to the head of the bed, and passed her wrists through the holes in the headboard. She got up and bent over the headboard, and used the handcuffs that had previously bound her to manacle the raven-haired woman's wrists together behind the headboard.
Emma climbed off the bed, and walked over to the cupboard. She looked for the most cruel looking gag she could find, and found a near cousin of the one that she had worn for so long, a cup with straps attached all around its mouth, with a large thick penis head in its centre. She walked back to the unconscious raven-haired woman, and opened her slack jaws. Inserting the rubber penis into her mouth, she pulled the straps around her head and buckled them securely in place, almost burying her captive's head under leather straps.
Emma Frost returned to the cupboard and found two thick leather ankle straps, with chains attached to them. The ends of the chains had snap-hooks, to allow them to be secured to rings, or – in this case – the posters of a bed. She went back to the bed, and secured the straps to the raven-haired woman's ankles. She then lifted up the raven-haired woman's right leg, and pulled back the chain until she reached the bed poster on the right of the headboard, loop the chain around the poster and snap the hook at the end to one of the links in the chain, holding the right leg up. She repeated the process with the other leg, chaining it to the left poster. This left the raven-haired woman with her legs spread open.
With the raven-haired woman now secured, Emma Frost turned to herself. She gingerly pulled the oversized dildo from within her vagina, and moaned as she felt it slid out of her tract. Then she twisted the dildo in front of her, disengaging the catches at its base from the ring, and dropped it to the floor. Finally, she unstrapped the harness and removed it from around her loins.
Emma Frost probed around the room to find something to wear. She could find nothing unless she wanted to put more bondage gear on herself. She stepped through the door the raven-haired woman had come in from. There was a walk-in wardrobe behind the door. The raven-haired woman's uniform was neatly hung up on a rack on one side, but something else caught Emma Frost's eyes. Through the glass pane on the face of a drawer, she caught sight of something of white satin. She pulled opened the drawer, and picked up the short garment. It was a strapless corset with stiff boning and trimmed with lace. It reminded her of her costume as the White Queen. She rummaged through the drawer, and came up with a pair of white satin panties. She slid the panties up her long legs, luxuriating in the field of the soft garment until it girdled her crotch and loins. It was cut in the pattern of a brief, which gathered and pushed up her firm buttocks.
Emma Frost then placed the white corset around her waist, and hooked up the hooks and loops up the front of the corset. When this was done, she reached around back, and hooked her thumbs through the looped white ribbons lacing up the back. Pulling the ribbons towards her side, she felt the corset tightened around her waist, and pushing up her breasts, squeezing them together to form a deep cleavage before her. Finally, Emma Frost found the pair of white PVC boots that the raven-haired woman had worn earlier. She found to her pleasure that the size was similar enough to her own to allow her to put them on. She stood up and inspected herself in a mirror, and satisfied with what she saw.
For the first time in a long while, Emma Frost felt powerful and in control again. She was once more the feared White Queen of the Hellfire Club. All the doubts of her membership as an X-man, all her humiliation as a captive for the past weeks seemed to fall away as she inspected herself in the mirror. She had, quite literally, put on a new persona, a persona that she had realized that she missed so much.
The White Queen walked back into the bedroom. She went up to the cupboard and selected the largest bullwhip that she could find, and coiled it up in her hand as she sauntered over to the bed where the raven-haired woman was bound. She came to a stop next to the bed, shifted her weight to her left leg and placed her hand on her jutting right hip.
The raven-haired woman was moaning as she came to. When she did, she roared in anger, which was fortunately muffled by the heavy gag in her mouth. She pulled at her bonds, but only succeeded in juggling them. She turned her head, and saw the White Queen standing next to the bed she was chained to. Her eyes opened wide when she saw the new costume that she was wearing.
"I found this corset in the next room. I hope you don't mind." White Queen said, smiling sinisterly. She raised the whip in her left hand and began to uncoil it slowly.
"I chose the largest ones I could find."
The White Queen took several steps back and swung the whip over her head. She expertly brought it down, landing the tip of the whip neatly over the crotch of the bound raven-haired woman.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" the raven-haired woman screamed, bursting into tears.
"Let's see if you can take as well as you give." The White Queen said, laughing. She felt completely in control now. She had not used a whip for so long. She was glad she still accurate enough to strike at the spots she chose.
The second blow landed across the buttocks of the raven-haired woman.
"MMMMMMMMMMMM!" the raven-haired woman screamed into her gag. She shook her head violently, pleading for the White Queen to stop. She did not. Instead, she rain down blow after blow, venting all the panted-up humiliation of frustration of the past few weeks. When she finally did stop, the buttocks and crotch of the raven-haired woman were a sea of red welts, and she was sobbing and pleading.
The White Queen panted as she walked back to the cupboard. She picked up a large tube of lubricant, and walked back to the bound raven-haired woman. The raven-haired woman looked at her in fright as she smiled evilly and squeezed generous amounts of lubricants onto the handle of the whip. Then she climbed into bed between the spread legs of the bound raven-haired woman. She crawled up over the raven-haired woman.
"Now, I've got some questions, and I want you to answer them." The White Queen said, waving the handle of the whip in front of the raven-haired woman's face, lubricants dripping off the wet leather.
"Otherwise, this goes in here, understand?" the White Queen said, pulling aside the fabric of the raven-haired woman's teddy, and placing the tip of whip handle against the vagina lips of the raven-haired woman. The raven-haired woman nodded enthusiastically.
"I'm going to remove that gag in your mouth. As you said yourself, this room is sound-proof." the White Queen said, before taking the gag out of the raven-haired woman's mouth, "Now, where is Storm? Is she here?"
"She's here," the woman gasped, "In the mansion, but in the basement, next to the wash area. My brother had set up something for her there ..."
"Now, that wasn't too hard was it?" the White Queen asked coyly. Then, without warning, she rammed the whip handle hard into the raven-haired woman's cunt. The blunt tip push open her lips, allowing the rough leather bound handle to plunge deep into the woman's tract.
"ARGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" the raven-haired woman screamed as the monster tore into her, before her eyes rolled up into her head and she dropped into unconsciousness. The White Queen smiled at this, and got off the bed. She went back to the cupboard and selected two of the largest dildos she could find. Going back to the woman, she rammed them deep into her vagina and her anus, and set them at the most powerful vibration setting. Then she left the room, locking the door behind her.
The White Queen went down the spiral staircase that led back to the shower room. Carefully checking to see that the corridor was empty, she walked past the door to the shower room where she had been less than an hour ago and turned a corner – to find herself looking at a guard seated next to a steel door, reading a magazine.
The burly man looked up, and for a moment was stunned to see a beautiful blonde woman wearing nothing but a corset and panties saunter up towards him, her flaring hips swaying from side to side. For a brief moment, his lust overwhelmed his mental faculties and his sense of danger. As he stood up, he failed to reach either for the baton he keep hooked to his belt or the alarm button located on the wall near to him.
The White Queen might not possessed the kind of mutant powers that aided other X-men in their battles, but she did know a thing or two about unarmed combat, and she had always used her provocative mode of dressing – either as the White Queen or as just an X-men – to confuse her enemies, allowing her to land the first critical blow.
In this instance, the White Queen kicked upwards swiftly, burying the pointed toes of her right boot deep into the crotch of the man. The man doubled over, groaning, allowing the woman to land a second blow with the blade of her hand onto his neck, knocking him out.
"Men." The White Queen said contemptuously, kneeling down to retrieve the set of keys on the key ring on the man's belt. She tried two keys before finding the right one to fit into the lock on the steel door. She unlocked the door and swung it open, then stepped into the room behind the door.
The room had a very high ceiling, and was quite large. It was also unusual in that it was octagonal. The floor of the room was lined with rubber tiles, which softened the fall of the White Queen's heels as she walked towards the centre of the room. At the centre of the room was a pedestal constructed out of steel frames. A few steps led up one side of this pedestal. On top of this pedestal was a large steel ring of polished chrome, held up on its two sides by sturdy steel frames rising up from the floor of the pedestal. The diameter of the ring was such that it was enough to encompass a spread-eagled person.
In this case, the spread-eagled prisoner was Storm. Storm was wearing a cruel looking gag similar to the one that the White Queen had been forced to wear for the past few weeks, but it was a glossy latex black rubber affair. The rubber cup covering her jaws looked much heavier than even the one that she had worn, and its thick rubber straps sprang out from the circumference of the rubber cups over the top of her head on either side of her nose, and around her head at the level of her jaws. Her long neck was entirely encased in a heavy rubber collar. The mutant's eyes were closed, as if she was either asleep or unconscious. Her white hair had grown back on her shaven pate now into soft fuzz. Her head was kept upright by means of a short chain that connected a ring at the top of the harness gag to the top of the chrome ring.
The rest of Storm's body was uncovered, with the exception of her limbs. Each of her limbs was encased in a thick rubber sleeve, whose black surface had been polished with silica to a glossy surface. The elastic garments stretched firmly over the contours of her limbs, emphasising their sleekness and length. They were kept locked around her with heavy-duty hard rubber ratchets at their mouths, which laid around her arm just above her armpits and around her thighs just below her crotch. These sleeves were hooked up to eyebolts on the inner circumference of the chrome ring by heavy-duty double-ended snap hooks that hooked through steel rings that were attached to the ends of the sleeves by heavy duty bolts. They stretched the mutant's body in a severe spread eagle, putting every part of her limbs and body under tension, putting her muscles into sharp definition that made the mutant look extremely appealing in her nakedness. The mutant's heavy dark breasts hung like juicy ripe fruits before her chest, heaving up and down with each gentle breath she took, the purple nipples jutting out in the cold air of the room.
A steel pole stretched up from the floor of the pedestal up towards the spread-eagled mutant's crotch. There was a clip at its tip that held a large black rubber double-ended dildo by its middle. The dildo had been bent so that its ends were pointed upwards and speared into the African mutant's lower orifices, burying themselves deep into her. The White Queen noted how the mouth of her vagina stretched to engorge the monster, and could only recall how it had felt to have two such thick objects lodge within her.
For a moment the White Queen felt herself weaken with lust as she saw the mutant stretched out before her. How often did she have Storm as her helpless prisoner, stretched out helplessly for her to play with. She remembered the first time she had met Storm. She was wearing her black bikinis costume back then, with a large cape around her. She remembered how her flat stomach, and how her large breasts had looked in that costume.
As the White Queen walked up the steps of the pedestal, she felt a sensation in her groin. She could not resist up place a hand on a firm breast of Storm, and squeezed in gently. The African mutant moaned, and opened her eyes slowly. She looked down to see the White Queen. Her eyes focused on the costume, and a look of confusion filled her eyes.
The White Queen smiled and whispered, "Hello my little slave."
The White Queen released the clip that held the dildo up against Storm's crotch. She then walked round the chrome ring until she found the controls she was looking for. She pressed a red button on the control box set on the side of the support of the ring. There was a click, and the chrome ring swung to one side, its top falling to one side, while the bottom rising up the other side. This left Storm looking down, still suspended by the ends of her limbs, but at the same time, allowing the White Queen to reach the hooks attaching Storm to the eyebolts on the ring. She released her fellow mutant's legs, allowing her to kneel on the floor, before releasing her arms. She let Storm kneel on all fours on the floor first. The mutant pawed at the dildo still inserted deep inside of her. The White Queen watched in amusement without helping Storm as she slipped her encased hand into the bent of the double-ended dildo and pull the rubber tube out of her. The two ends slid out of her to fall onto the floor with a thud that betrayed its weight. An audible sigh of relief could be heard under the heavy gag covering Storm's mouth.
"I suggest we make a move." The White Queen said smiling, before she turned. She heard Storm get up behind as she went down the steps of the pedestal. She heard a quick movement, and turned her head in time to see Storm swinging the heavy rubber double-ended dildo at her. The end of the heavy rubber tube smashed into the side of her head like a black jack, stunning the mutant, knocking her onto her knees. As she looked up, she saw the skin of the African mutant turned from a bronzed brown to a blue hue, with scales appearing on them. The white hair of the mutant turned to a bright red, while her eyes turned to yellow.
"Mystique." the White Queen whispered before the darkness of unconsciousness claimed her.
Storm
Storm groaned in agony as she writhed helplessly in her spread-eagled bondage. She was in a small room with bare concrete walls, her wrists and ankles encased in thick steel manacles. Thick chains were fitted to the manacles, and stretched out to the walls on either side of her, stretching her limbs so far out that her ligaments were aching from the strain.
Storm was still in her racing tacks, with the exception of the gloves that had encased her arms. The man had removed them after he had brought her to the room in the mansion straight after the race, to put her in this uncomfortable spread-eagled position. Then, he had set up two machines, one in front of her, and the other behind her. They were similar to the machines that were fitted to the stationary training bikes, with nylon whips attached to a steel ring that was spun around by a motor at the top of a stand. One of the machines was set up such that the whips were aimed straight at her buttocks, while the other was set up to abuse her defenseless breasts. With her limbs stretched out and chained firmly, Black Beauty could not move out of the way of the subsequent whippings, but could only writhe and groan, and endure the ordeal. By the time the man returned, Storm's breasts and buttocks were covered with thin red welts.
The man stopped the machines and moved them aside. He stood before the groaning captive, admiring her taut body for a moment. Then he stepped forward, and began to take off the pony-girl tacks from the bound mutant. He started with the body harness that she had been wearing for so long. He dropped the ensemble of straps and steel ring on the floor. Next, he reached down between the mutant's legs, and took a firm grasp of the white tail dangling below her. He pulled down on the tail. At first, the butt-plug to which the tail was attached did not move. Then, slowly, it began to slip until, suddenly, it popped free of the mutant's anus. The man let the butt-plug fall onto the floor.
The man now knelt down, and undid the manacle holding Storm's left ankle. He undid the lacings on the pony boot on her left leg, and then took the boot off. He secured Storm's left ankle again, and then turned his attention to her right leg, removing the boot there in the same manner. Finally, the man reached up, and removed the posture collar and bit gag with its harness from the mutant's head.
The man picked up a nozzle attached to a tap on the wall via a rubber hose. He opened the tap, and a jet of water shot out of the nozzle. The man played the nozzle up and down the mutant's captive body, wetting her, before dropping the hose and picking up a sponge from a plastic basin filled with a soapy liquid. He washed her body thoroughly. When he was done, he took a towel, and dried the spread-eagled prisoner's body.
The man disappeared from view for a while, and Storm could hear him pushed a trolley round to in front of her. A number of objects were arranged on top of the trolley. He selected an item and held it up for her to see.
Storm looked down to see that it was a thong, but one made of thick black rubber. On the crotch piece of the thong were two holes, one after the other, each lined with a steel ring. The man turned back to the top of the trolley, and he picked up a large black rubber dildo, which was easily two inches thick and eight inches long. The dildo had a steel base. The man inserted the dildo through the hole until the steel base mated up to the steel ring, and clicked into place.
The man picked up a second object. This was a butt-plug, also made of hard black glossy rubber with a steel base. It was squat, with a conical shape, with a flanged base. The man inserted the butt-plug through the hole behind the dildo and pushed it home until its steel base clicked onto the steel ring.
The man took a squeeze tube of lubricants, and squeezed a generous amount on both the instruments. Then he walked towards Storm.
"Please ... don't ..." Storm pleaded, but the man ignored her as he knelt down between her wide open legs, and aimed the two instruments at the exposed orifices. They entered her easily, and she moaned as she felt the monsters slid up into place within her. Once the crotch piece of the thong had met her vulva, the man pulled up the straps on the side of the thong, and mated them up over her hips, clicking the rubber ratchet on the straps attached to the rear of the thong through the brackets fitted to the ends of the straps attached to the front of the thong. Once they were fitted tightly, the thong was locked into place around Storm's loin.
The man picked up another piece of garment, and Storm saw that it was a halter neck bra, made also of glossy black rubber. The man hooked the bra into place around her chest, before hooking up the halter neck behind her back. The mutant saw that the bra's cups did not cover her breasts completely, but only served to support the bottom of her heavy bosoms, lifting them up as if they were served up on a plate. Her nipples were completely open to view. She also saw that the bra extended down on the front towards a point. A ring was attached to this point, and the man opened the ring, and hooked it through an opening on the front of the thong around her loins, at the point where it rose up from the waist to form a peak just under her navel. When secured, the ring almost perfectly encircled her navel. With a start, Storm realized that the bra and thong that had been placed with her was a perverted version of her old X-men costume.
"No ..." Storm began, but her protests were cut short as the man grabbed her jaws and forced them open, before inserted a thick rubber-coated steel ring into her mouth. He then pulled the two straps attached to the sides of the ring around her head, and buckled the straps tightly in place behind her neck.
"Errr...uhm..." was all Storm could manage.
The man picked up another two items. It was a pair of thigh high boots of glossy black PVC material, similar to the pony boots, but had six-inch high stiletto heels with pointed toes. Instead of lacings, the boots had zips running up the insides, and a series of buckled straps arranged at regular intervals from the ankles to the thighs. The man went around Storm, and undid the manacle holding her left ankle, before putting the boot around her left leg, zipping it up. Securing her left ankle again, the man released her right leg and put the right boot on.
The man came round to the front again, and picked up a long glove, like the ones that had imprisoned her arms. These, however, had buckled straps running along their lengths, like the boots. The man released Storm's right arm first, then pulled back the arm, and encased it in the first glove. He then folded her right arm forward such that her elbow was pointing up towards the ceiling, and her encased fist pointing down at the floor. Using the straps running along the length of the glove, the man strapped her right arm in this folded position. He then mated up the strap at the tip of the glove to the buckle attached to the shoulder strap of Storm's bra, and secured the glove to the bra. The man did the same with Storm's left arm.
Storm was now standing unsteadily with her legs spread wide open, and with her arms folded up on either side of her head. It was a difficult and agonizing position. Thankfully, the man lowered her down such that she was kneeling, but with her legs still spread wide open. She could hardly move while the man grabbed her hair, and began to bundle it up behind her head. He then stepped back to the trolley, and retrieved one last item. It looked like the head of a plastic doll, except that it was human-sized, made of rubber and was glossy black. A face had been molded to the front, complete with eyes, nose and an open mouth. The impression of the head of a doll was further reinforced by the moldings around the sides and back of the head, down from the crown that gave the impression of a bob haircut. The head had a long neck, and an opening down the back. Storm realized that it was a bondage helmet.
The man spread opened the back of the helmet and stepped up towards her. For a moment, she panicked as claustrophobia seized her. She struggled with her bonds and pulled at her chains. But it was useless, and the man managed to fit the helmet over her face despite her resistance. It was only when the helmet was over her head that she saw that the eyepieces were not opaque, and she could look through them, albeit indistinctly. There were also holes just beneath her nostrils, through which she could breathe normally. The open mouth of the face also fitted around her own mouth, covering her lips and fitting over the ring between her jaws, but leaving that orifice open, such that she could breathe deeply through her mouth to steady her nerves. The man finished off by pulling down a heavy zipper attached to the rear of the helmet, closing the opening. The zipper reached all the way down to her neck, and Storm found that while the neck of the helmet was not as rigid as the posture collar that she had been wearing, it nonetheless restricted her movement.
The man released the manacles binding Storm's ankles, and lifted her up to a standing position. In her high-heeled boots, she was a bit taller than the man. He turned her around and walked her to a corner of the room where there was a floor-length mirror. The image that looked back at her shocked her. She looked like a door, with a completely black head, with her arms and legs almost entirely covered by black glossy material that shone in the light. She resembled those horrible anatomically correct latex sex dolls, down to the provocatively opened mouth. Although she could see through the eyes of the face, the eyes of the doll that looked back at her was completely opaque, with exaggerated rubber eyelashes arching over them.
The man took a leash from the trolley and attached it to a D-ring on the front of the neck of the helmet. With a tug, he led Storm out of the room.
Storm followed the man unsteadily down a series of corridors before they arrived at a pair of double doors. The doors were thrown open, and she was led through them. She found herself in a great hall filled with people dressed in fetish, and understood that this was the same crowd that had witnessed her race with Emma Frost earlier that morning. They were still in fetish wear and as she entered, they turned and stared at her, then began to clap rapturously, cheering as the man led the rubber doll towards the center of the hall. As he did so, another pair of double doors opposite the doorway Storm had entered through opened, and the raven-haired woman entered, leading another bound captive by the leash. Storm saw that the prisoner was also dressed up like a rubber doll, except that the head was completely white. The costume that it wore was also different, consisting of a heavy glossy white corset – that, like her own bra, did not cover her breasts but only lifted them up – over a thong. This could only be Emma Frost, in a perverted version of her White Queen costume.
The captives were led to the centre of the room, where two steel trolleys had been placed. These steel frames both had isosceles triangle frames on either sides, supporting flat panels with a rounded top. The frames were mounted on wheels, and there were handles attached to the sides to move the frames around.
The captives were brought up to the trolleys, and turned to face each other. Their legs were placed together, and the straps on their boots buckled up such that their legs were bound together. Then, each of them was brought to the frames. They were placed faced down over the trolleys, with their waist over the apex. Then, their body and legs were strapped firmly in place, leaving their buttocks facing up into the air, and their face looking down at the floor.
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience." the man said. He must have been speaking quite loudly, for Storm could hear him through the rubber encasing her head.
"But as you can see, the result is quite worth it. We present to you two sex toys for your entertainment today. You may make use of them freely!"
Before Storm could grasp the implications of that statement, the butt-plug and dildo that had been inserted into her were twisted, and then disengaged from the steel rings on her thong. They were pulled out, freeing her orifice. They were hardly removed before they were replaced by a hot rod of flesh penetrating deep into her vagina. This was followed quickly by another penis ramming into her opened anus. She was rocked to the core as the men raping her began to pump her. When they were done, they were quickly replaced by others. As if this was not enough, women would join the action. They would come in front of her face, lay flat on the floor with their legs spread open and their vulva uncovered. She was forced to lick them into orgasm for otherwise she would be punished by blows of the whip to her buttocks.
This ordeal lasted for hours and hours until Storm finally passed out from exhaustion.
Three Months Later
The two rubber dolls entered the room from opposite doors and walked towards the center of the room. One was dressed in white rubber while the other was wearing black rubber. Their arms were free, but their hands were trapped uselessly in the closed gloves that they wore. They climbed onto the round bed in the center of the room, with silver satin sheets, and moved towards each other they met in the center. Then, they began to kiss through their open mouths, their tongues intertwining through the opening in their doll heads. Their bodies intertwined as their encased hands began to play up and down each other's bodies, kneading each others' breasts and private parts.
After a display of passionate petting, they got onto their right sides, and moved themselves such that their heads were in between each others' spread legs. Then they buried their faces in each others' crotches, and began to tongue each others' clitoris, vagina and anus, their black and white encased bodies intertwined in such a way that they looked like the yin-and-yang symbol.
One of the dolls opened again, and a blue figure with bright red hair entered the room. She was wearing a white collar and thongs of glossy white PVC. Her arms were encased in black gloves, while her legs were almost completely covered with a pair of black ballet boots. She walked over to the pair making love on the bed, holding a riding crop in her right hand.
The dolls stopped making love to each other and turned to the new entrant, who stood on the side of the bed with her legs spread open. The white doll turned around on all fours and obediently presented her crotch towards the blue woman. The woman pulled aside the crotch of her thong, to reveal her own crotch. Two fleshy penises emerged and began to grow, one on top of the other. She approached the white door, and aimed the tips of her blue penises at her two lower orifices. She worked the penises into the orifices, and began to fuck the white doll.
The black doll in the mean time got off the bed and went over to the back of the blue woman. She knelt down with her back facing the woman, then leaned back, resting on her hands until her head was between the blue woman's legs, and she began to tongue the woman's clitoris and vulva.
Through the glass walls and ceiling of the round room, dozens of pairs of eyes observed the three mutants making love to one another. The assembled men and women were all dressed in expensive evening wear, and all had paid a large sum of money to watch the show of three mutant slaves.
Besides putting on expensive sex shows for those who could afford it, they were also made available as sex toys for the rich and famous.
The blue mutant was popular with many clients for her ability to change herself into anyone they wanted, and could manipulate her body to suit more 'unusual' tastes.
The black and white dolls were only available as a pair, which meant that the clients would have to pay twice as much, but the sheer thrill of using two former X-women as rubber sex dolls was worth every dollar.
The slaves themselves were oblivious to their spectators. They were working each other into an orgasmic frenzy. After months of training and being used as nothing more than living rubber sex dolls, they no longer had a conception of what freedom meant. The reality of their existence was their purpose as rubber slave dolls, living only for sex. As each of them reached a climax from the attention of the others, each felt a deep sense of contentment at what they had become.
~ Finis ~