“And I was her first pussy she pleased,” Scarlet smiled, moving between Superchick’s legs. Leaning in close, she said, “Hmmm, Superchick do you need to come again?”
“Noooooo,” Superchick replied, still very horny, but not wanting to even remotely give the criminal pair any sort of satisfaction.
Scarlet licked Superchick’s pussy, the taste a mixture of pussy juice and cum. “Hmmmm.”
Superchick let out a small yelp, unable to control the pleasure.
“She likes it, she really likes it,” Scarlet mocked, sucking Superchick’s clit into her mouth.
“Aaaaaah,” Superchick screamed, the intense pleasure more than she could handle.
Scarlet swirled her tongue around the superhero’s swollen clit and slid two fingers inside the superhero’s sticky pussy.
No matter how much Superchick tried to ignore the growing pleasure, she could not and eventually she just gave in to the sin, allowing the experienced girl to pleasure her pussy. Slight pulsations tremored through her body, and her second orgasm was inevitable. As soon as the girl hooked her fingers inside Superchick’s vagina and found her g-spot, Superchick screamed, “Oh myyyyyyyy God,” as she passed out.
RESISTANCE IS FUTILE
When Superchick awoke, she was in a different, windowless room and no longer restrained. She was also dressed again completely in her Superchick costume; she tried to use her superpowers, but they were still not working. She cursed to herself, unable to see an obvious way out of this current predicament.
She felt weak and slightly dishevelled as she replayed the events of yesterday in her mind. Tears began to stream down her face as she remembered being raped and sadly coming from it. She was brought back to the present when a TV came on and she saw her arch nemesis The Producer. His dark voice sent chills down her spine; of course, he would be responsible for her capture.
“Superchick, or should I say Sara Zord? I have waited a long time for this, a long, long, time.”
Superchick panicked at her secret identity being discovered. How could he know? Hiding her inner panic, she responded, “Let me go.”
The Producer laughed hard. “Oh Sara, don’t you see you are no longer Superchick. I took your super abilities away, oh sure, I could give them back, but that isn’t going to happen, at least not until you’re properly trained to be my bimbo-slut super-villain. No, no, you are just a pretty, 18-year-old girl now. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“If I am no longer a threat, let me go,” Sara demanded, her frustration building.
The Producer apologized, “Sorry about last night. Those two were not supposed to do that to you. They have been punished for their disobedience.”
The TV cut to Billy, the bastard who stole her virginity, getting fucked in the ass by the robot Matrix-Prime. Sara gasped in shock and yet a slight smile crossed her face at seeing justice served. Just as quickly her smile disappeared as she felt guilty for her negative thought. It then switched to Scarlet. She was in a dog kennel, with a leash, outside, naked.
The screen returning to the hooded Director, he explained, “You see, Sara, my organization runs on structure, on discipline, on unquestionable loyalty, on obedience. You too will soon learn these things.”
“What, I will never,” Superchick began.
“Never say never, Sara. I have learned everything eventually happens. Plus, I was told I could never stop you, yet here I am and here you are.”
“I will get out of here,” Sara confidently predicted.
“Oh you silly girl. You have a chemical contraception in your head I concocted just for you; you have no powers anymore. You are my captive and your training starts now.”
“Training?” Sara questioned as the TV screen went black briefly and then came back on and Sara was suddenly watching her rape.
The video played on a constant loop for hours, with full sound, driving Sara nuts. She went through a variety of emotions. At first she was mortified having to relive the horrifying ordeal again, followed by anger at having her precious virginity stolen from her so harshly, followed by tears as the black and white reality of her helpless situation became crystal clear and lastly by frustration that her vagina was somehow begging for attention. This led back to being mortified at the reality that she was horny at all. The hours ticked by and Sara continued to refuse the growing temptation to relieve her building desire to touch herself.
She closed her eyes.
She used the thin pillow to cover her ears.
She screamed to silence her moans from the video.
She cried until no more tears remained.
She moved her hand away from her vagina just before she touched herself.
Suddenly, The Producer’s voice returned. Once you bring yourself to orgasm, I will shut off the video. Give in to your desires, Sara. Resistance is futile… we have released the sleeping sin that was inside you and there is no turning back. You crave the pleasure you felt yesterday; your mind is denying it… fighting it with all your might… yet your cunt… your sweet tight cunt… is begging for attention, pleading for release….”
Sara was a nervous wreck. The continuous video was driving her crazy, The Producer was right her vagina was twitching, begging for attention and yet there was no way she could give in. Giving in would show weakness. Another hour passed by, then another, as Sara continued to focus on fighting her wanton desires. She reminisced to her many heroic moments and convinced herself that this was just another heroic moment.
She was startled when a tray slid through a slot in the bottom of the door. Sara went over to it. It was a sandwich, soup, milk and a vibrator.
The Producer’s voice again echoed through her small prison. “You must be famished by now, both your belly and your cunt. So here is something to satisfy both.”
Superchick roared, “How do I know these aren’t poisoned?”
The Producer laughed, “If I wanted you dead, my pretty, you would be dead already. Oh no, no, I have much bigger plans for you. Grand plans. The promise remains. Once you have fucked yourself to an orgasm, I will shut off this video… unless you want it to stay on.”
“Damn you,” Superchick roared, “Why are you doing this?”
“Why? Partly because I can; partly because you have cost me a lot of money with your morally right heroism; partly because you are fucking hot and I look forward to turning you into a eager bimbo slut who obeys my every command; and, partly because you will make a great ally in my quest for world domination.”
“That will never happen,” Superchick confidently retorted.
“We will see, my pretty, we will see,” he ominously replied. “Now back to our regularly scheduled program.”
The video of Superchick’s rape returned and she collapsed on the bed. Famished, she eventually grabbed the sandwich and ate it. She drank the milk and slowly sampled the soup. She ignored the slick pink vibrator even though the tingling down below was screaming for attention.
The videotape looped three more times before Sara began to show signs of weakening again. She thought to herself: if I just quickly cum I will be thinking straight again and this damn video will be shut off. Just as quickly her conscious argued: don’t you dare weaken now. This debate in her mind continued through another loop, her left hand slowly slithering towards her wanton flesh just inches away from touching herself.
The video suddenly changed to a hardcore porno of a girl getting fucked hard. The girl’s screams were loud, ecstatic screams of unbridled pleasure and Sara’s vagina began to leak without being touched. The 18-year-old was unable to take her eyes off the screen and without even mentally knowing it, her fingers reached her vagina and she mindlessly began to finger herself. Her eyes glued to the couple fucking as she furiously pumped one, then two fingers inside her burning vagina. Her moans echoed in the small room as she let herself go. After hours of simmering near the surface, it took less than a minute for her vagina to boil over and she screamed as her orgasm quaked her entire being. As she collapsed onto the bed, the screen went blank and silence finally filled the room.
Once the orgasm faded, Sara cursed herself and her weakness.
The Producer in the room next door smiled, it had taken longer than expected, but she broke down. He edited the video briefly and then sent it to a free porn site that would upload it ASAP and by tomorrow the whole world would see Superchick on a bed, in her uniform masturbating to a porn film.
The Producer gloated to himself as he updated his master plan. His elaborate plan for Superchick was under way:
1. Capture Superchick. (Check)
2. Implant chemical contraption in her. (check)
3. Implant experimental drug in her blood stream that weakens her moral fibre mental capacity with each orgasm until she is an insipid bimbo. (check)
4. Make her masturbate and tape it. (Check)
5. Discredit Superchick. (In process)
6. Begin bimbo slut training. (Tomorrow)
7. Make her my eager submissive slut (in early process).
8. Make her a Super-villain (in early process).
The video now off, Superchick sighed relieved to have silence. The rest of the evening she was alone in the room with lots of time to consider her predicament and pray that Superdude was looking for her.
ORGASM CONTROL
Unknown to Superchick, by the next morning, the video had gone viral and the top headlines around the world were about the fallen eighteen-year-old hero.
Superchick was awakened to find herself again bound and helpless, but this time in a much more humiliating position. As she looked down she saw she was completely naked, her legs were spread wide open and a strange contraption with a dildo was just touching her vagina.
Suddenly, The Producer’s voice started her. “Good morning, Superslut.”
Instantly the blonde superhero was angry. “Let me go, the others must be looking for me by now.”
“Oh trust me, you are the talk of the town,” The Producer chuckled.