She had been humiliating herself for far too long now. It was beginning to get into her dreams. When she dreamt about it, the situations changed, but the result was always this unfiltered, dream-intense emotion of being exposed. Red with shame, her body blushed into a lovely color.
She lay in bed, awaiting the dawn. Her scent was strong in the room, a combination of different perfumes and body aromas. Clothing was strewn about in a wild manner, seeming to have no order to the mess. Business suits were mixed with hot, short red skirts. Conservative neck high blouses and tight blue lycra placed inside of each other. She had slept with a pair of panties on, and she was fondling these idly.
It was not a conscious act; more of a half sleep rollover. She was on her stomach now, and her left arm was pinned under her body, her hand trapped at her crotch. She found that she was very wet when her fingers began pushing around her pussy lips. After a few moments they had resorted to downright bullying them apart. Her hips slid up and down to push her clit into the mattress. She stopped thinking about her body, and started to think about the past.
He forced her knee bent as he began to tie up her leg. She stared at him with a mixture of contempt and shame. The rope spun in his hand, and she had the sensation that a fly must feel as it is being held by the eight arms spinning it into a web. Except this wasn't happening fast. This was happening too slowly for her taste. She did have one thing in common with the fly.
The spider loved to eat its victims. It could also wait for the right time.
When she realized that her knee was strictly bent in the safety of her own bedroom, it was already too late. Her comfortable, relaxed, early morning position of masturbation had become an intense strained configuration of her own limbs. Her arms were drawn up tightly behind her back, and each of her knees was bent as she straightened up to a kneeling position in the bed. It appeared she was struggling against ropes that weren't there. She grunted her breath in and out as her arms flexed and tried to break the hold of whatever had her.
While she focused on this, her knees spread further apart with her strains. Trying to regain her balance, she had spread her legs so much, that her pussy now rested firmly on the nice cotton pillow she had just bought herself. Her entire torso ripped from right to left as she willed her arms to be free. This had the curve of her pussy building up a great amount of friction as she ground the pillow upon her panties.
Let us now take a mental stroll around the room. Starting with her back, we see her arms crisscrossed behind her. We see her feet peeking out from beneath the round softness of her ass trapped in cotton, her long gold hair flying down to her shoulder blades. The scent of her body has far overtaken the perfume, and now it just smells like her sex in here. Her ass gyrates faster than a normal woman could achieve, and it's making quite a bit of heat. Unfortunately she forgot to take her panties off before this happened or she would be able to make herself come much faster. As we turn the side, we see her breasts in sharp profile. Round nipples that seem to shrink as we stare at them, bouncing as she struggles intermittently, draw the eyes.
Her grunts have become moans. Each intake of breath gets let out with a feminine, high sound that can only be written down as "hoe hoe hoe hoe". Her eyes are closed and her face upturned as we come round to the front. Her face is a mixture of expressions, sad with a little bit of afraid. In other words, the face of any woman who is about to come.
She welcomes it when it happens, and grinds hungrily into her pillow. She's back to grunting, her eyes clenched to give some of this orgasm to every part of her body. If she lets this one stay in her pussy, than she wont be getting out of bed today. It's coming now, it builds, and she wants to do nothing more than relax and let it turn her to jello, but she cant. She goes on grinding into the pillow because she has no choice. She feels it in her thighs, her abs, and the tips of her toes, which have fallen asleep at this rough treatment.
When it explodes, she chokes off all sound for a second. Her kind face is in a fixed O position, and she goes on grinding. Her yell is more passion than pain, but not by much. If she were in a normal situation, with a normal man, she would push his head away from her clit at this point, but her own body continues its assault on her. She feels the orgasm in her whole body, all of it clenching and unclenching in muscles not yet known to her. Her pussy is so delicate and tender right now it's painful to touch and unthinkable to stop.
As the second hand spins around the 12 for the second time during her orgasm, she collapses. Limbs free, she does nothing for a second as exhaustion has his way with her as well. Than, fighting him off as she does to almost everyone else who opposes her, she slides the panties she had on down her legs, and frees her red little pussy which we get to see for the first time.
Shaved except for a tuft of yellow gold hair above her clit, her legs lie wide open. Her hand are pressing into the insides of her thighs to try and get some circulation in her legs going again, but she takes great care to leave her snatch alone.
As she slowly floats through the air toward her shower, her victory cemented in the fact that she was able to keep grinding, and override her natural instinct to stop, we will leave this place, and find the cause of young Kara's woes.
"When I tie a woman, she stays tied"
He believes in a time when things were simpler. THINGS were the main business of the day. There was food, and there was shelter, and there was fucking. Things. Food was taken, Shelter was taken, and if there was something in your way, you took it anyway. If you wanted a woman, you took her.
He wanted her, and he had taken her. She had proved to be a little more difficult than he was used to, but there is always a way. In the end, she had gone the way of all the others, immobilized, soaking wet and pissed off at him. That was fine, it gives their pussy a little more flavor when they are angry.
He got up and strolled around his space. It was quieter when they were gone, and this was the way he liked it. He chose how to fill his space very carefully. When Derek put something in his lair, it was put there for a reason.
Take the ropes for instance, four glass domes, each of them lit from the inside. Featured upon the pale white surface were four different configurations of knots. What made them odd were that they weren't tied around anything. Nothing held them in place. No fine filament suspended them. Imagine them hanging there in space, the eerie silence of the room making the visual of the impossible ropes even more unsettling.
As he studies them, we study them. Loops arced in different angles, but with a central theme. We can see the young bodies in them in our mind's eye. Soft flesh, and unyielding rope. Round breasts pushed into loops that held them suspended. Thighs forced apart and vaginas exposed. tickled. licked. fucked.
The rope in the third case began to move. Not much, but a definite movement. He raised an eyebrow and watched her struggle from a score of miles away. She was remembering him, and judging from the way she was shaking it, she was remembering him fondly.
Perhaps it was time she visited him again.
He opened the case containing her ropes, and the same scent that was wafting around her room filled his nostrils. He tickled her pussy from far away with the power of his mind, and in response she began grinding against her pillow.
She would come against him again now. She would try and be free of his ropes. She would fight, and she would beg. She would lose, and be his forever. She would give him everything whenever he wanted it, and thank him for letting her fuck him.
When she was done showering, her legs felt a little less like buckling every time she took a step. She dressed, and tried not to look at her pillow, and the moisture that had gathered there. Her room still a mess, she left her place, and strode into the sunshine.
It felt good, the sun beaming on her. Warm without hot, bright without blinding her. She picked up her pace and smiled to herself. That was one amazing orgasm. Her brain was sending the pleasure seratonin through her whole body, and her only response was to smile. She didn't feel humiliated, she felt empowered.
It was different before the dawn. Something had to be done. Every time she got a little horny, she was back in those same ropes. Her clothing sliding slowly off of her body, her arms useless to try and stop her panties from betraying what her pussy looked like. Her legs unable to close from the probing finger, dripping with her own sweat.
What was the best thing to do? Direct confrontation. Destroy him? Could she? He has proved to be completely without regret, no chance of reform. He has violated her in the most intimate way a person can; revenge has been justified for far less.
She would do it. He had fucked her, and she was going to fuck him up. There was a strong breeze, and she was gone.
When she came to his house, there was no one else around. She was hovering in the air, hundreds of feet above him, assessing the area. No birds sang, it was as if the earth knew this was the time. That was good.
An explosion tore through the air. Her eyes had flared into a red horrible life, and were tearing through the roof. She smiled for the second time today, as his place was destroyed before her eyes. Shingles melting in her gaze, tearing through to…
A mirror. It hurt. At the very least it was disorienting. She fell down about a hundred feet before she caught herself. She wasn't smiling now. Fist leading, she tore into the side of the house, leaving a hole in her wake. As she destroyed him home in a systematic fashion, she discovered that the house was bigger than she had thought.
Three levels below the Earth she found him.
There were some defenses, though none of them made her any more stressed than breaking out in a light sweat. When she landed lightly on his floor, the heels of her boots made a soft clack. It was the same room that we have seen before, but the glass domes were gone. Sunken into the floor perhaps. It was cavernous, but empty. Suddenly, without warning or cue, the room filled with music. It was Mars Bringer of War by Holst.
When she looked back at him, she realized he was standing and striding toward her. The music blasting had effectively killing any chance she had of talking to him. The song was loud and intimidating to her, and at the same time invigorating to him. She pushed off the ground and flew at him like a shot, both arms straightened into a ram. He had anticipated the attack, and as she flew by, he looped a simple cord around her wrists, and pulled it tight. It was common twine, barely better than a five and dime store offering. She flew by, the cord around her wrists, slowing and turning to face him at about fifty feet away.
The look on her face was very similar to her appearance in the bedroom this morning. A little scared, and a little sad. It flashed by for a second, but was there. She pulled her wrists apart and the twine fell away like tissue paper. The horns blared a loud double note, and the music ebbed. She walked toward him more carefully this time, not caring to blast by him again. He dropped into an easy fight stance and gazed at all the different parts of her body he was about to lay his hands on. Her costume seemed too small in the big room. She would be cold soon.
He was still shocked at her sudden speed as she punched at him once, twice, and he was barely able to dodge. The third one however, connected, and sent him sprawling. She zipped around behind him, and got him in a chokehold, his face pointing at the ceiling. His body stress triggered the device.
His glove suddenly became soaked from a small reservoir on his forearm. If you have ever taken a glowstick and burst it open, it is much the same effect. His hand was glowing, the look in her eyes was shock, and his eyes sparkled at the ceiling. He stepped left, her hold on him weakening already, and cupped her crotch under her skirt with his hands. The music stopped abruptly.
"Welcome back." He whispered under his breath.
"You don't want to do that" she breathed, as she felt her crotch become wet from his hand.
"Really?" he seemed amused "I was very much under a differen-ack" her hands closed on his throat. The game was not over yet.
She had about a minute and a half of rapidly diminishing super powers, and about fifteen before she was as helpless as an extremely tired woman was. Enough to crush his windpipe. She squeezed harder.
It was rough for a moment there. Maintaining his focus while his neck squeezed that is, but his task was small. He was gently touching her clit through the lycra. It was easy. Making a woman come is Not a hard task, and there were a few things working in his favor. She was worked up, her blood was flowing, and she was hot. The reservoir had provided her with lubricant and relaxation at the same time. He knew his way around her body, had made her come many times before. Besides, he didn't need to make her come here, just a little horny. All of this takes a great deal of time to explain, but happened in the space of a few heartbeats.
Her arms snapped behind her back, and crisscrossed. He breathed very loudly in the quiet room. She cried out and stopped herself quickly.
"Not now" she said, fighting the urge to buckle her knees. Buckle them and spread them. About ten seconds had gone by since the chokehold. He spun to face her. Her blue eyes were ringed with fear and…something else? They always had that something else at this point. You see he had not stopped rubbing her clit at a gentle pace. His hand had gone up her skirt filled with kryptonite, and had stayed to loosen her up. After all, it was like Steel down there.
She had a wild impression that all of her strength was flowing out of her pussy and into him. The enormity of the situation came crashing down on her. She had lost control of her emotions, and now it was her body that she had no control over. Her breasts were thrust out in front of her, and as had been predicted, the cold emptiness of the room had begun to work on her nipples. Her exposed thighs were becoming filled with goosebumps, and her pussy felt all the hotter for his friction. His left hand shot around to the back of her head and neck, and his finger continued to molest her. He made her look into his eyes, and brought her face close to hers. Still his finger wormed into her. Seconds passed as she fought not to react, and her powers fled. When she was confronted with her weakness, her perception of the world around her changed. The floor seemed harder, her body softer. Her body got heavier, and she knew the exact moment that she would fall would she try to fly. She was grounded, and his finger on her clit was an anchor that she was unable to take from her neck.
Finally, a Gasp and moan echoed through the chamber. A whole minute had gone by and she stomped her leg onto the floor with an unusually loud bang. That was the end of her powers. She struggled in his grasp for what seemed like hours. She would get away from his hand momentarily and then that too gentle feeling of her pussy would begin again. Her breath was fast, and each time she exhaled, a hint of her soft voice would shake her vocal cords.
Suddenly, he stopped.
He pulled her close, and it appeared he wanted to dance for a moment while she tried her hardest not to touch him. His erection pressed into her, his hand cupped her ass and drew her in tight.
"You just took a shower."
She was fading quickly, and when he let go of her suddenly, she almost fell. From inside his sleeve, he produced more cord, and walked over to her. . He ducked down low at the last second, and lifted her over his shoulder. Her skirt fell up, and her hair streamed down. He kept on walking with her, and as he strode, the bed appeared. She only wished she knew where it came from, but her face was resting against his ass as he walked.
"Relax." She did, surprising her. Her arms free, they dangled for a second as she was thrown onto the bed. Quickly, he found the zipper on her boots, and slid them off, revealing red silk knee highs on underneath. He began wrapping the cord around her ankle, and attaching them to her leg. It was happening again, and she stared at him with the same contempt in her eyes.
"Are you going to fuck me again?"
He paused, but just for a moment. He put another loop around her wrists and looked at her, as if contemptuously daring her to break it this time. He rolled her over, and the sight of her round ass pulling that lycra tight was too much for him to resist. His middle finger giving the most pressure, he started at her ass and ended at her clit, five gloriously slow and luxurious times. By the last one, her ass had risen to meet his hand. Satisfied, he continued to bind her up.
He right leg was attached to her ankle, bending it sharply, and now her left was in his hands. The ropes looped smoothly, and the knots came with surprising ease. Her left leg was pushed all the way up to her torso and from under her knee the most insidious strand came. It went around her back, and was hooked into her other knee. Now as he pulled this knot tighter, her legs pulled wider and wider until the curve of her Venus mound was sharply defined, and barley covered by the straining material.
Her left leg below the knee dangled in the air, her right bent at the knee and pulled wide, her pussy was clearly visible beneath it cover.
Looking deeply into her eyes, he began stroking her again. Her hands came free from the contemptuously pitiful loop around them, and her hands fought at his, but very weakly. She began grunting with her efforts, and he timed the most intense of his attentions with the biggest of her strains.
"My dear, I would definitely say that you are fucked."
She ceased her struggles for a moment, and he seized her dangling ankle, still in the knee high stocking. When she opened her mouth to plead with him, he slid two fingers inside her mouth. Her eyes opened in surprise, and she closed them again right away as her foot began to feel the creeping, tickling fingers of his left hand. She bit her mouth down as hard as she could, but of course; he slid his hands out quite easily and unharmed.
Her hips squirmed as much as her strength would allow. Her toes began twinkling furiously as the unwanted and overwhelming sensations began to assault her brain.
"I hate this so much…stop please…unhooo".
Her moan became inquisitory when she felt a finger lubed with her own spit slide gently into her hairless little asshole.
"Oh my GOD! What the hell are you doingnnnuaaahhhhha"
His fingers tickled up her dangling leg, moving across her skin like a muscular spider. When she began reacting very strongly to one hand, he would do something radical with the other.
"Thank you so much for showering on your way over here. How does my finger feel, gently stabbing that beautiful vanilla ass of yours?"
She had always scoffed at the idea of finding pleasure down there, and found it laughable at best. As her fear wracked brain was put under constant stimulation of unstoppable, humiliating and exhausting attempts to dodge his fingers, she knew pleasure down there was not a myth. Her eyes closed, as her futile attempts to use her arms grew more and more obvious.
"It's like playing with a kitten. Very rambunctious at first, in a cute sort of way. Fierce looking moves with no real power that you can't keep up for very long. Eventually, you'll tire yourself out."
Her hands dropped from his tickling, and fell to her sides, totally free.
As soon as she stopped resisting, he let her relax. He was still gently rubbing her ass, but without penetrating her. His other hand…
Bliss, sweet bliss. The peace she experienced was unlike anything she had ever felt. For an all too brief moment, she forgot about how her legs couldn't protect her pussy, that most instinctual of defense zones. The assault had stopped. Her anus was still warm from the friction of his hand, and she could feel the silence in the room on her skin.
Suddenly, his hand was rapidly rubbing his finger on her pussy in short strokes. Gentle and firm fingers guided her clit to her pelvis forty or so times. Her world lit up. She screamed the moment he made her cum. She never saw his hand anywhere near her, so complete was the anal tickle combination's affect on her senses.
The orgasm was a surprise. Never in her life had she gone to such extremes so quickly. She had never come that quickly in her life. Her scream was a short A. While she vocalized with extraordinary force for someone so weak, she also found the strength to bring her own arms to bear on her own pussy, pull aside her own bodysuit and masturbate. She reeled in her bondage, squirming in the ropes, her blond hair plastered against her cheeks, fingering herself with a strength she didn't think she had left.
"AAAAAAAAAAA" heavy breathing "huh huh huhAHHnnnn"
"Thank you"
And who do you think said that faithful reader? It was HE. The ropes began to dissolve on her, glowing white and then fading out completely. Her skin, which had tracks from the rough bondage that she had received softly began to billow outward. Her post orgasmic sigh was tinged with a sweetness and peace, which came from somewhere unguarded and deep inside her. He noticed that her legs were still spread at an unexplainable angle, held as if by ropes in her mind only. Her blond pussy lay exposed and a little damp. If she had known the implications of the dissolving rope, her mind would be much uneasier.
He understood it though, and now the second and final spell was cast. With a thought, he was able to make her float in the air.
"HOW?"
She felt like it was her powers.
With another thought, he sent her spinning and whirling in front of him. When her pussy floated right in front of his face, he smiled and she hung in midair. Hands held pristinely behind his back, he decided to have himself a little lick.
"AH StoP You cAN't DO THAT UNH I just CAME!"
Her fighting spirit revived, her hands went to push his face away, but with barely a thought, her arms snapped behind her again as if she were in the crosstie.
Five minutes of her screaming and pleadings later, she noticed he had slipped out of his pants.
"You see supergirl," he said finally, freeing her breasts with a quick tear of her shirt. The raw violence of the act brought her up short and speechless.
"I have just made an arrangement between us that is going to last for a very long time." Her face floated close to his stiff prick, and to her amazement, eagerly took him in her mouth.
"Not getting it yet I see" as he watched her amazement continue as she began sucking him off at speeds which can only be described as inhumanly fast.
"The ropes are only a catalyst you see…" Her ass rotating around and bringing her pussy back to his face…"It's a simple spell, a binding. I mean I'm no wizard or anything, but this one gives a great amount of control over the bound, and the only drawback is I have to get the tiniest bit of co operation from you."
She moaned while sucking his cock.
"So thanks for that, oh and keep moaning, I like that." He smiled as her moans increased in compelled tones.
"You see…" he began, taking out a small vibrator and sliding it shallowly in her pussy, "when you stuck your own fingers in your pussy, you implied consent."
Her moaning had increased to a level that was interfering with his explanation.
"Quiet."
All at once, her vocal cords were cut off. She still hung upside-down, legs spread before him, thighs glistening with his spit and her sweat. Her mouth still worked around his cock, but her attentions were silent. She had screwed her eyes shut so she wouldn't see the tear gleaning on her eye. The loud brazen obnoxious sound of the buzzing vibrator had really demoralized her. It was so cold and unfeelingly mechanic, but along with his tongue, was making her forget about the fact that she had come almost a few moments ago.
"So now, when I want to, I can just activate this spell. Your permission has made it permanent. The implications of it are mind boggling, having you sit still for so many tests, getting to know all about…." Licked her clit there, "…you and how to make your power mine."
He pushed her away from him, one small drop of her saliva bridged away from him ever so slowly as she floated away from him, rotating back around so her head was pointed toward the ceiling. The vibrator in her pussy fell out without the gravity to hold it there.
"All the use of your powers."
Her eyes shot open and she screamed "NO!" at the top of her lungs. What actually came out was silence.
"BUT THAT'S FOR LATER!" he yelled, leaping onto the bed.
Bound with ropes that weren't there, dripping wet and quite ready for a second orgasm, with the humiliating knowledge that she wasn't even being affected by the kryptonite anymore, she flew through the air to land squarely on his cock. The penetration was unreal. The force that she drove herself onto him was greater than gravity.
"NOW IT'S TIME WE STARTED!" he yelled in her face, and flipped her onto the bed. Her face was a pantomime of a woman having an orgasm with no sound. Her eyes shot open, and he saw one long scream and her mouth working.
As he began fucking her, he leaned into her ear and whispered ticklingly, "let me hear it."
"OOOH MY GOD I AM COMING SO HARD! IT HAS NEVER EVER FELT LIKE THIS."
"yes" Barley a whisper from him, screaming from her.
As he tore into her again and again, the cold gray metallic feel of the room began to heat up. Her pink nipples began to sharply contrast against her pale skin in the growing light.
He didn't even take off my costume she thought between thrusts. He just pushed aside the crotch and is fucking me raw through it. Then she realized, SHE had pulled the crotch away from her pussy. That very thought drove her into such a wild frenzy of abandon that her hips began to pulsate back and forth independently of his. She began to shake her pussy so much that it almost vibrated. She was exhausted and loving it.
"This next one should pretty much wipe you out" he told her as he grabbed her hair and pushed into her. While her hips were vibrating, he softly put another of his fingers on her clit while fucking her little blond snatch.
"mmmmnnnnot ah…ah…again"
Her eyes sagged, and her body released another orgasm upon her. This one he savored. He would feel her pussy clench, and fuck her harder. When he felt it relax, he would soften. Always his hand on her clit, keeping her on the orgasmic level, not letting her down.
Her moans were softening now, a constant oh sound that filled the silence of the chamber. Every time he thrust into her, she would make a new sound, but it was as if someone was turning the volume down on her. All of her muscles relaxed, and she fell limply, still impaled on his cock.
With a thought, all of her limbs fell free. He spread her legs, and then ripped the sopping crotch of her bodysuit asunder. She heard it from very far away. As he lifted her legs high in the air, he placed her heels on his shoulders. His penetration woke her from the daze. He was holding her ankles in his hands, and pushing her legs up as high as they would stretch. He buried himself in her and she whimpered.
"Too deep…unnhh"
He smiled and licked the instep of one of her stockings, speeding up his fucking again.
"Unnh …please…please come."
"COME WHERE?"
Her voice small, "Inside me…I want to feel you coming inside of me"
He had not coerced her into doing this; she was speaking of her own free will again. Obviously she wanted the fucking to stop, but it was a whole lot hotter than "you bastard please stop…
He felt it close to the surface after she said that. She could not speak anymore, just an incoherent plea that repeated itself.
"Come..in..side..me..come"
He grabbed her hips and began pulling her off of the bed into him.
He burst in her like a dam. She opened her eyes in a final expression of surprise. None had done this for her ever. She had never been graced with anyone's seed.
"I was hoping you'd say that." Another smile, this one decidedly more good natured. He popped out of her and she felt embarrassed as she felt semen trickle out of her.
"Leave it." Was all he needed to say to stop her stomach from clenching up.
He relaxed next to her, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to drape herself over him, their sweat mixing from the tear in her shirt. Her breath came in pants, and he stroked her back. His cock still stood erect, both of their fluids melting off of it.
"Why don't you go clean that up?"
Weakly she crawled down his stomach, and grabbed him from the shaft, preparing to close her mouth over him.
"Gently…"
As if she were handling a newborn, she caressed the cock of her rapist with utmost care and gentleness. She placed him in her mouth, and gently began to suckle it.
Another mental stroll around the room shall we? Hey blue eyes shut, she sucks on his cock, barley strong enough to at this point, but still being so dutiful. Her cape twisted into a rope, lies at her side. He is laid back, hands behind his head, drifting off to sleep, her ass poised oh so conveniently in front of his line of sight. For a moment, he lets the sound of her attentions be the only thing in the big room, and then the music swelled.
"It was a heartbreaking violin piece I wrote a few years ago…" he murmured as he felt sleep take over her as well. Her suckling slowed and then stopped with her mouth still sealed around his cock, drawing out his post orgasm fluids.
When she felt something warm on her pussy again, she began to stir. She felt herself being gently rocked back and forth, making the waking a slow and luxurious process. The cry of a gull entered her ear, and she opened her eyes.
She was afloat on a boat during a bright and sunny day. Her costume was still torn at the neck, and her nipples felt warm in the sun. Looking down, she saw that her costume had stayed ripped at the crotch, her skirt lifted to the waist. Her boots were gone, that was a loss, but other than that she felt fine. The sun had done its work, and she felt strong, invulnerable and secure. Pouncing out of the boat, she shot into the air, leaving the earth behind at dizzying speed.
She was his and she knew it. Anytime he wanted her; she would be unable to stop him. The ropes were there forever, and when he willed them into being, she would feel them.
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