Duster's eyelids fluttered open, then squeezed shut.
Light.
Bright light.
Too bright. Hurts...
She cautiously forced her eyes open again. Harsh lights shone down upon her from the ceiling above. She tried to turn her head away from them only to find that she couldn't move her head.
The superheroine soon discovered she couldn't move at all, not in any meaningful sense. Duster sensed cold metal restraints around her ankles and thighs, her wrists and upper arms, over her abdomen and around her waist, even enclosing her neck and head. A strip of metal ran over her nose, joining a band over her forehead. At the other end of that strip yet another band encircled her lower head, holding a foul-tasting rubber ball gag in her mouth.
Whatever bondage rig she was in held her arms behind her back and her legs slightly spread. Her upper torso arched backward. She could wiggle her toes, flex her fingers, and bat her eyelashes. Other than that she couldn't move. She had no choice but to stare straight upwards at the merciless lights shining down from the plain white industrial ceiling. Worse still, she could sense that she was nude. Whoever had placed her in this elaborate bondage rig had removed her costume, even her gloves, boots, and visor.
Where...? she wondered. Who...?
The superheroine cast her mind back. Last thing she remembered, she had been in a pitched battle against...
"She awake?"
Brutes.
Duster's stomach clenched. Brute Force. Genetically-enhanced criminal thugs for hire. Who had secured their vicious services this time? At the moment it didn't matter. She heard their heavy footfalls around her. The shapely superheroine's dark brown eyes darted about nervously. She could see them now as they neared her, stepping into the pool of light cast by the lights shining above her. Three of them, their bare chests and arms rippling with powerful muscles, their faces covered by those ominous black helmets with the glowing red eye lenses.
"You dose her with the Metamute?" one of them said, his low, coarse voice slightly muffled by his mask.
"Of course."
The auburn-haired heroine's jaw clenched around the rubber ball gag forced into her mouth. So they had deprived her of her wind-controlling powers with a dose of the meta-gene inhibiting drug Metamute. It would wear off. Eventually...
"Time for the other one, now that she's awake."
"You got it."
Other one? Duster wondered with growing trepidation. What did they plan to do with her...?
She could sense more than she could see one of the Brutes approaching her. One of his big, meaty paws clasped her upper arm and she flinched as much as her restraints would allow. Then she felt a sharp pain, a pin-prick in her bicep, followed by the warm rush of a chemical entering her bloodstream...
"NNNRRMMPPHH!!"
"There there now beautiful, you just relax," the Brute who had injected her taunted her. He bent over so his darkly-masked visage dominated her vision. "You might just enjoy this. In fact, you really don't have much choice..."
The Brute's head rose and he nodded to one of his compatriots. Duster's heart pounded in her chest. What had he injected into her helpless body? What were they planning on...
"HHRRMMFF!!" Duster squealed as she felt a Brute's coarse fingers spreading apart the sensitive lips of her pussy.
A few pounding heartbeats later she squirmed in her bonds as the criminal forced something long and thick into her vagina. Padlocks on her wrist and ankle restraints rattled, but aside from that her struggles achieved nothing. Strangely, Duster could sense that her pussy had begun to lubricate, allowing the object easy entry. Its invasive presence inside her felt surprisingly pleasant. Her eyes widened as her mind leapt to an obvious conclusion.
Ecstamex! she thought, or something like it...
The beautiful superheroine had grown all-too familiar with the notorious sex drug in her career. When administered in the right dosage it would force a woman to the heights of sexual arousal for hours. The need to cum, Duster knew from experience, would be relentless, insistent... unbearable if not satisfied, debilitating if it was...
Duster heard the click of a button. The object inside her pussy came to life with a low buzz and a steady vibration that induced a muffled cry from the restrained heroine.
"NNNMMMFFF!!" Duster squealed as the first waves of forced, unwanted ecstasy rocked her voluptuous frame.
"Careful," the Brute's leader said. "Not too much. The boss wants her ready and rarin' to go when he arrives."
Boss? Who...? Duster wondered. Then the vibrator and the Ecstamex asserted their power over her and all thought fled her mind.
"HHRRRMMMM!!!" Duster screamed.
The merciless duo of the sex drug and the powerful vibrator had Duster in their thrall now. Her dark brown eyes opened wide. Her toes and her fingers alternately spread and clenched as erotic bliss rocked her helpless frame. Her nipples hardened into tight nubs atop the peaks of her large breasts. At the apex of her thighs her labia glistened with love honey that also coated the mechanical invader buried deep inside her.
"MMMrrrfff..." Duster moaned as she succumbed to the relentless pleasure dominating her body, her mind... her very soul.
For minutes that seemed like hours Duster rode the waves of forced ecstasy roiling through her bound frame. Her creamy skin gleamed with a sheen of perspiration beneath the harsh lights trained upon her. Her voluptuous body rose insistently to the heights of euphoria. And yet her captors would not permit her to find release. As she neared orgasm the Brute in charge of her vibrator would either turn it down or off, leaving the helpless heroine quivering and squealing in her tight metal bondage rig. Had she not been gagged she would have abandoned all pride and begged them to let her cum.
"Looks like she's ready," an unmuffled male voice said. "Take that thing out of her."
At the edge of her fevered consciousness, Duster recognized that voice. It sent a shiver down her spine. No... not HIM!
"Yes sir."
Duster let out another frustrated moan as the Brute shut off the vibrator yet again. He removed it a moment later, prompting a gasp and a groan of despair from the captive crime-fighter.
Then the cruel visage of her enemy hovered into her line of sight, confirming her worst fear. Her eyes widened even as her jaw angrily bit down on the foul gag in her mouth.
"Hello, beautiful," he said with a smug grin on his cruel lips.
One of his hands slide along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh; two fingers slowly, teasingly pressed into her most intimate opening. Duster could not restrain the hoarse moan of frustrated desire that escaped from her gagged mouth.
"I see the boys have you primed and ready for me."
His other hand clasped her left breast. He kneaded the firm globe while the tip of this thumb toyed with her erect nipple. Duster's eyes squeezed shut and she let out an anguished cry of unmet need.
Her enemy withdrew his hands from her helpless body. He reached for his belt and the fly of his pants. Duster's magnificent chest heaved with laboured breaths while he prepared himself to ravish her.
"For everything you've cost me," he said, "for all the times you interfered with my plans... this is payback, bitch. I'm gonna enjoy every moment of it. And thanks to that sex drug... so will you. Have fun living with that afterwards..."
Duster squeezed her eyes shut. He was right. She would hate herself later, she knew, but at the moment all she wanted was for this despised enemy to give her what she craved most. The bondage and the drugs left her no choice. As he positioned himself between her spread legs, inwardly the superheroine surrendered to her foe, and to the insistent demands of her own traitorous body...
Something a little different for the blog, a story to accompany the erotic image. Yes, I deliberately left the identity of the villain unresolved, along with the end of the story itself. It's my attempt at a classic writer's technique, allowing the reader to fill in the blanks however they wish.
Nice bit of erotic short fiction to go with the image.
ReplyDeleteAdd a nice bit of variety to the Blog.