Sara’s mouth was suddenly full of cock and she just tried not to gag as the ruthless stranger used her mouth savagely. Thankfully, in only a couple of minutes Sara felt the hot stream of cum fill her mouth. She swallowed it all and finally her temporary humiliation was complete.
The man pulled his cock out of her and said, as he patted her head, “Good cocksucker,” as if he was praising a dog.
Sara snapped, “Fuck you.”
“All in good time,” he chuckled, his foreboding tone sending a nervous chill up Sara’s back, just like the Producer had earlier.
A minute later, The Producer kept his word when the girl who had earlier taken Superchick’s cum covered face photograph came in with bottles of water. “Lean up,” the woman said.
Sara obeyed dying of thirst and hoping to get rid of the aftertaste of three loads of cum. Sara opened her mouth and the woman poured the water in. So helpless she couldn’t even drink water on her own only enhanced the frustration inside the superhero. Over a couple of minutes, Sara finished a whole bottle of water before the woman again left leaving the superhero alone yet again.
Another hour slowly ticked by as the cock continued its slow in and out torment of the superhero. Sara tried to think about better times, but it was getting harder and harder as her pussy was begging for orgasmic release but was unable to achieve it.
Again the click of heels was heard by a near delirious Sara. “Lunch time, slut,” a voice said.
Sara opened her eyes to see a different woman, naked who proceeded to climb on top of her and lower her cunt onto the bound superhero’s face.
At first Sara lay there disgusted and refusing to do anything until she heard the stranger say, “Either lick me to orgasm or I will suffocate you, you dumb bitch.”
Realizing her helpless predicament yet again, Sara reluctantly began licking. Much to her surprise, the taste was rather pleasant, which she figured was because she was famished and not in her usual state of mind because of the fucking dildo moving in and out of her. The bound superhero licked and licked suddenly hungry for more. So immersed on fulfilling her hunger, she forgot what she was doing. After a few minutes of licking, her face was suddenly sprayed with an excessive amount of juice. She opened her mouth trying to get as much of the sweet nectar as possible.
A minute later, the stranger climbed off and said, “Apparently you enjoy pussy over cock, slut.”
It was just another humiliating slap in the face for the superhero. The scent of the stranger lingered long after as some pussy juice was in her nose after the rough treatment.
Another hour ticked by at a snails’ pace, the constant tease driving Sara crazy before a woman came in and gave Sara more water.
Sara no longer knew how many hours had passed, she had become immune to the constant moaning sounds coming from the screen and she was mentally exhausted. Her desire to come overwhelmed any other desires, the hours of constant stimulation breaking her resistance down.
The Producer’s voice finally returned and was a good break in the monotone of the abuse Sara was currently suffering. “Do you want to come, my pet?”
“I am not your pet,” Sara snapped, not willing to bow down to the bastard.
“You are a stubborn one aren’t you, slut?” The Producer accused, the machine suddenly speeding up as the dildo began pumping in and out of the superhero’s cunt.
“I am not a sluuuut,” the weak superhero yelled, suddenly distracted by the enhanced pleasure, her concentration broke, her orgasm began building past the point of no return.
“Come for me my super slut, my submissive pet, my slave,” The Producer riddled derogatory terms at her.
“Dammiiiiit,” Sara screamed, unable to stop the tidal wave that was crashing down on her. As soon as her orgasm hit her mind blanked as she felt a pleasure unlike any other, a pleasure she didn’t want to end.
The Producer’s laughter a minute later, brought Sara back to her harsh reality, even as he body trembled. “One down, a few to go, my pet.”
Sara cursed at again being unable to resist her own carnal desires, the evil laughter of The Producer only frustrating her more.
“This video will be a big seller,” The Producer said.
The machine continued pumping in and out of the bound superhero, not allowing the orgasm to completely subside, as a second orgasm began to build, like wave after wave crashing into the shore.
Sara couldn’t believe how good the orgasm was and how the continual pleasure was continuing to bring her pleasure she had never felt before. She lost track of how many orgasms quaked through her body.
Finally, her body near exhaustion, her binds magically unlocked and Sara stood up and then fell to the floor, her legs weak from the hours of being strapped spread open.
Through the door opening, a couple bottles of water appeared and Sara crawled to them and eagerly downed the whole first bottle without breathing.
The Producer’s voice returned, “Did you enjoy yourself, slave?”
“No,” Sara snapped, denying the cold hard reality that she just had the most intense orgasms, and the first multiple orgasms, of her life.
“The video begs to differ, my pet,” The Producer retorted, his tone clearly amused.
“I, like, had no control over my body,” Sara screamed at the voice.
“It’s already beginning,” The Producer announced.
“What is?” Sara glared.
“You’ll see,” The Producer chuckled. “Tomorrow we will continue your training.”
Looking at his check list, The Producer was giddy with excitement. He had accomplished number 5 (discredit Superchick), and the last three on the list were well on their way to fruition, the bimbo slut training working faster than he anticipated.
Tomorrow, he would have to make sure she had multiple orgasms again as patience was not one of his virtues. He wanted her completely bimbo-fied ASAP.
Sara desperately tried to stay awake not wanting to wake up bound again, as she wracked her brain trying to figure a way out of her humiliating predicament. She needed to get her bearings so she could fight the evil plan of The Producer and thus had to refrain from submitting sexually. That said, her head was in a fog, unable to think straight. Unfortunately, the day had taken its toll and eventually she drifted off to sleep.
The Producer smiled as he had the biggest surprise yet coming tomorrow.
Meanwhile, across town, Superdude had hit rock bottom getting drunk for the first time in his life. Josie Blaine, his beautiful wife, had been missing for a month and he had not been able to locate her even with all his powers. But after seeing the video of his sister’s sexual humiliation. He knew instantly that whoever had Sara also had his wife. Furious at himself for putting the two women he cared about in danger, frustrated that he hadn’t been able to find them and devastated at what had happened to Sara and what assumedly had happening to his wife, he called the League of Heroes.