Sara noticed his ominous tone and asked tentatively already sensing something was wrong, “What do you mean?”
“It is better if you just see for yourself,” The Producer answered.
“What?” Superchick asked just as the TV turned back on. Instantly the news was on and Superchick gasped. She watched the horrifying story about the fall of Superchick.
The reporter spoke, as a picture of Sara’s face in what was clearly orgasmic bliss was in the corner, “We cannot show the tape because of its explicit shocking content, but let’s just say that the video shows our young heroine in a very, very compromising situation… with herself.”
“Noooo,” Sara screamed, furious and demoralized, as she desperately tried to break free of her chains.
The Producer laughed. “Sara, it is futile. Your conditioning is beginning now.”
“What conditioniiiiiiiiing,” she began to ask as her pussy was suddenly filled by the dildo.
Another laugh from The Producer. “Bimbo making and orgasm control, my slut to be. Have a good day, Superchick, or should I say, Superslut?”
The voice disappeared and Sara was left with the TV switched from her scandal to a porn movie. She screamed, “Let me gooooooo,” just as the dildo forcefully filled her again.
For the next hour the dildo pumped into Superchick exactly every ten seconds, sat inside her for three seconds and pulled back out, before repeating the mind numbing, cunt teasing cycle. The consistency was a constant tease that had Sara in a state of perpetual almost orgasm that drove her more and more nuts as time went by.
Sara had no idea how long the dildo teased her before The Producer’s voice returned. “How are you, my pet?”
“I am not your fucking pet,” Sara snapped.
“Tisk, tisk, such hostility, my dear,” The Producer teased, “That is not how a Superhero talks.”
“Let me goooo,” Sara demanded, as the dildo plunged back into her.
“Do you want to come?” The Producer asked.
“No,” Sara stubbornly answered, lying.
“It looks like you do,” The Producer replied.
“Fuck you,” Superchick snapped.
“All in good time, my pet,” The Producer volleyed back, a confidence that only added to Sara’s anger.
“I will never break,” Sara spit back out, venom in each word.
“We will see,” The Producer said. “By the way here is your breakfast.”
A moment later, three men entered the room naked. Each walked over to Superchick and began pumping their cocks.
“What, no?” Sara gasped.
“I wouldn’t refuse your breakfast, it is all you are going to get this morning and trust me it is at least full of protein,” The Producer informed in his usual monotone voice.
Sara closed her mouth and eyes as the three men pumped their cocks. There was no way she was going to have cum for breakfast. Again time became irrelevant as the dildo continued its constant tease. Keeping her mouth shut during each forceful thrust was difficult, but she was determined to outlast the maniacal villain. She heard a grunt and seconds later felt the disgusting cum hit her closed lips and her face, surprisingly warm. She cursed to herself for her predicament as she was treated like a cheap slut. Another minute later, a second load hit her face covering her in cum. She refused to open her eyes, praying the humiliation was soon going to be over, but then felt a cock on her lips.
“Open up, slut,” the firm voice ordered.
Sara shook her head.
“Your loss, you stupid fucking cunt,” the voice ridiculed and a third load of sticky white goo soon exploded all over the helpless teenage superhero.
Sara was burning with anger but refused to open her mouth. Soon she heard the door close and assumed she was alone. She opened her eyes and learned she was right, she was alone again. She sighed at her predicament and the fact that her face was coated with cum. To make matters worse, she couldn’t opened her mouth without getting cum in it.
The door opened again and Sara heard the clicking of what had to be heels. A chubby brunette with a camera said, “Say cheese, Superchick.”
The first flash occurred before Sara could respond and she opened her mouth, accidentally allowing cum to go in as she protested, “Please, don’t.”
The camera flashed and flashed and yet again Sara was helpless against the humiliation.
Just as quickly as the woman came, she left and Sara was again alone, but now with the taste of cum in her mouth. The dildo in her cunt continued to keep her horny, yet not close enough to orgasm.
The next hour ticked by with excruciating slowness as the constant pattern drove Sara nuts. She could literally feel herself weakening, willing to do anything to cum and stop the mind-numbing repetitive torture.
Finally, the mundane consistency was changed when the door again opened and the three men returned naked. They proceeded to again pump their cocks in front of the growingly frustrated superhero.
The Producer’s voice returned. “Sara, you refused breakfast the first time. We will call this brunch. I highly suggest you eat this time. You are going to be there for a while.”
Sara weakly pleaded, “Please stop this.”
A laugh echoed through the speakers. “Oh, Sara, this is just the beginning.”
The men stroking their cocks laughed also.
“I need water,” Sara countered, “I feel dehydrated.”
“Well, have your brunch and I will give you all the water you need, my pet,” The Producer promised.
Sara cursed to herself. The constant dildo going in and out of her vagina was mentally exhausting, but it had also completely dehydrated her. She was hungry, thirsty and horny, a terrible frustrating mixture that led to her accepting her brief fate. She opened her mouth and waited for the disgusting cum that was bound to follow.
“Good girl,” one of the men said.
Sara closed her eyes again, resigning herself to her humiliating fate. A minute later, without warning, the first sprays of cum hit her straight in the mouth and she allowed it to glide down her throat and into her famished belly. Before she had time to think, another grunt came and a second full load of cum was shot in her still open mouth. Oddly, Sara couldn’t believe how the cum seemed to warm her belly and satisfy her in ways she could not explain… but she blamed her bound situation for the strange erotic satisfaction.
Sara felt her head turned sideways and the last man ordered, “Suck my cock, slut.”