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Story title : The Heroine
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The Heroine (MF, robots, mc, bd, forced)
Expanded on by Arcane (arcane_x@hotmail.com)
The story The Heroines (which appears in two forms on
your superheroes list) was written by a writer called
Mr. X and never completed. The following is the
extended version of the piece by myself, as originally
posted on the Grey Archive.
The large castle loomed ominously like a big, dark
mountain in the late evening moonlight. The wind made
the trees rustle softly in the warm summer night. From
a hilltop, three shapely silhouettes spied the fortress
intensely. Almost as quickly as they appeared the three
amazons stealthily slipped through the trees and
foliage like panthers stalking some unsuspecting prey.
"We can't let him know we're here", whispered the Black
Widow, "We need the element of surprise." The other two
nodded in agreement as they approached a clear area of
short grass that encircled the ancient structure.
Knowing that no moonlight would reveal them, they
slowly sauntered in a semi triangular formation toward
the stone wall.
The three heroines, Black Widow, Mockingbird and Shanna
the She-Devil, had teamed up to catch one of the most
ingenious and mischievous, international villains they
had ever faced. His name was The Geek.
The Geek was a young boy, in his mid teens, who had
accidentally been subjected to a high degree of gamma
radiation that left him with an incredibly high
analytical and technical intellect. With his new
abilities, he had set out to acquire vast fortunes from
the world's banking systems through the use of
computers and various exotic inventions.
For months the three heroines had worked together to
thwart his every attempt at attaining immense wealth.
He still had managed to acquire a small fortune
however, and this he had used to buy an abandoned
castle on a large estate in England.
Though he was incredibly technically oriented, he still
had the mentality and wisdom of a 16 year old. This
made him more of a nuisance than a threat and the three
ladies found themselves loathing their assignment to
apprehend and bring in the bothersome teenager.
"I never knew one kid could be such a pain," said
Mockingbird in a dull, griping murmur.
"Its almost a joke how we keep messing up his
operations even though he's got an IQ of a bazillion,"
replied Shanna.
All three heroines reached the castle wall. Anchoring
their backs to it, they stared upward toward the top of
the wall for any signs of movement. "We made it. Now
what?" said Mockingbird in a slightly concerned voice.
"We must gain entry while its still dark," replied
Black Widow in a sultry whisper, "the only thing I can
think of is for us to split up and find a way inside."
The other two nodded and the three split up. Black
Widow headed down one side of the wall while
Mockingbird stealthily moved along the other. Shanna,
however, had other plans and headed back across the
field in hopes of finding another structure that may
lead inside. She reached the tree line and moved
stealthily through the moonlit forest. She remembered
seeing a smaller stone structure toward the east side
of the estate when the three first arrived.
"I bet there's some kind of connecting passage to the
castle," she told herself as she pushed through the
foliage. As she moved, branches with summer leaves
lightly brushed against her bare legs. In the dark, the
tingling sensation of the branches touching her thighs
brought on a sense of arousal. She was always turned on
by danger, by the thrill of suspense, the titillating
excitement of being alone in such a dangerous place.
As she moved on, her imagination began to flow through
her mind. Each shadow began to take new form. Each gust
of wind brought on more exhilaration. She envisioned
villains behind every tree, ready to pounce; ready to
seize her body, ready to pin her defenseless with
dozens of forceful arms and tying her up. Yes, tying
her and gagging her. Tying her with a thousand lengths
of rope. Tying every part of her struggling body...
"Ouch!" she gasped as her head hit the wall of the
small brick building. She stood, rubbing her head and
stared at the side of the structure and felt silly for
letting her imagination run away with her. "This looks
like one of the servants' houses but it looks
abandoned." Circling around front she entered the
building through a doorway, which was once, covered by
a thin wooden door, which now lay rotted on the cold,
stone floor.
After several minutes of searching she realized the
building had been deserted for years. "Damn, I was
hoping for a break. Maybe a sewer entrance or
underground tunnel not uncle Tom's cabin." she said
cursing the small house.
She walked outside and looked across an open field lit
by moonlight and spied some more buildings. "Maybe I
can get lucky over there." and she headed off toward
the other houses.
Suddenly, as she left the doorway, she felt a gloved
hand grab her left wrist. Instantly her arm was pulled
and painfully twisted up and behind her back. At that
same moment, a cotton rag came clamping down over her
nose and mouth and her head pulled backward and was
pinned on some one's shoulder, throwing her off
balance.
At first it just seemed like a wet rag but as she
struggled and breathed, her eyes lit up in desperation
as the fumes of the chloroform became all too apparent.
She fought to free herself but her assailant kept her
off balance, always moving backward or to one side
never letting her get a firm foot hold.
Her hips gyrated frantically as more and more of the
ether fumes invaded her lungs. With her one free hand
she reached over her head behind her in a desperate
grab at her assailant. Her hand did not connect like
she thought it would and she began to realize that her
attacker was as short or even shorter than she was and
that was why she could not grab him to throw him.
Shanna's valiant struggling began to slow. Her eyelids
grew heavy as the super strong anesthetic soaked away
her consciousness like a sponge soaking up water. Her
thrashings and gyrations quickly faded as her fiery
will was extinguished. All grew dark as her eyes were
forced closed and, with a final defiant sighing moan,
Shanna felt the world spin out from underneath her and
the bikini-clad Amazon fell unconscious.
"Over here," Mockingbird whispered as Black Widow
sauntered through the darkness, "I think we can get in
here."
"Where's Shanna," Black Widow asked.
"I don't know but we don't have time to find her.
She'll figure out how to get in," Mockingbird whispered
as both girls entered the castle through a rotted door
in the stone wall.
The courtyard was a menagerie of macabre shadows
stretched across the walls and ground. The outer wall
circled a large stone structure, which resembled a huge
house more than a castle. The house was extremely run
down with most of the windows broken out and vines
growing like mold over most of the walls. Except for
the warm night wind rustling through the trees, the
building was eerily quite.
"This place gives me the willies," whispered
Mockingbird. "Let's get this little jerk and get out of
here."
"My sentiments exactly", replied Black Widow as the two
stealthily maneuvered their way across the inner
courtyard toward the main entrance. Suddenly a low
dull thud from just beyond the front door broke the
silence. The two heroines looked at each other then at
the door and, cautiously, Black Widow slowly turned the
knob and both girls entered.
Slowly and softly, her eyes began to open and the fuzzy
images and echoing sounds grew more focused. Her head
turned slightly from side to side and her eyes blinked
slowly as life returned to her motionless body. Still
disoriented, Shanna reached to rub the sleep from her
eyes but was shocked to find herself unable to pull her
arms down from over her head. Her hands were tied
together at the wrists and tied, over her head, to a
large iron ring bolted to the stone floor.
Her legs were also bound but each one was tied to a
separate ring on the floor leaving her in a semi-
spread eagle formation. She wiggled and pulled
frantically at the binds but quickly froze letting out
a moan of shock and fear.
"My bikini! It's GONE! I've been stripped naked!" Her
body surged upward in an arc, pulling at the ropes, as
she screamed frantically for help but only a muffled
whine could be heard from the heroine.
A rag had been stuffed into her mouth and a thick towel
was tied around her head, firmly holding the rag in
place and gagging Shanna. She continued to struggle,
letting out moans and whines, as she remained
helplessly bound and gagged to the floor of the stone
room. After several minutes of futile struggling,
Shanna settled down to calm herself.
"Its OK. I'm not dead yet," Shanna reassured herself,
"Who ever knocked me out and tied me up wants me alive,
at least for now. I just hope the others can find me."
Suddenly, the large wooden door to the room burst open.
In the doorway several large shadowy figures stood
silent. They then entered, forming a circle around
Shanna's tied body. There were five of them, two women
and three men, but they were the most unusual people
she had ever seen. Even though the room was dimly lit,
she could tell the visitors were not human. They were
large and very well built. The two women had very
large, globular breasts, almost as large as Black
Widows, and very shapely figures with large buttocks.
The men were very large and muscular and were shaped
like champion body builders.
Their forms were highlighted by their skin color, which
was a dull, soft white and which appeared to be made of
some kind of plastic. They also had absolutely no body
hair. Even the women were completely hairless. They had
very simple facial features and their eyes possessed no
pupils. Instead, they stared outward, never blinking,
with eyes made of the same material as their bodies.
"Do you like them my dear?"
Shanna stared up in astonishment as a little red light
came on from the ceiling revealing the dull reddish
outline of a video camera and microphone. "So good of
you to join me. I hope your little nap wasn't too
unpleasant? I do so love to chloroform beautiful women.
They look so sensual when they are subdued like you
were."
Shanna gyrated in defiance as she blurted out muffled
words of protest at the mysterious voice.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am called The Geek."
Shanna's eyes lit up in shock. "That's not fair! That's
the guy we were supposed to catch!" she thought to
herself.
"I see you have also met my cybots. Yes that's right,
they are robots but very special robots. They're
actually more like androids except they obey my every
wish."
Shanna stared at her automated audience, wondering at
their complexity and elegance. She was amazed at how
life like they moved and looked. "You three ladies
have been giving me quite a hard time," the voice
continued, "And, quite frankly I've had enough! You
walk around with barely a stitch of clothing on,
flaunting your bodies and shoving your perfect beauty
in my face! Take a closer look at my cybot friends my
dear." And with that the cybots turned to face Shanna.
Shanna's eyes lit up in horror as she looked again at
her five visitors. The men had turned to face her and,
hanging slightly erect between their legs, were three
of the largest penises she had ever seen. They began to
grow firm and full and some kind of white, oily
lubricant began to drip slowly from them.
Her eyes darted quickly to the two females and her body
surged and tightened with shock. Each of the female
cybots held a large white dildo. These also were coated
heavily with the same white liquid and which dripped
from the large phallic.
"I've been waiting a long time to see you get this Ms.
Jungle Queen! I think being gang-banged for a few hours
should take the fight out of you and finally put you in
your place!"
As the Geek spoke, the five cybots slowly bent down to
the floor and started grabbing Shanna's gyrating body.
Hands grabbed her everywhere as her assailants began to
stroke her all over.
Forcefully they began raping Shanna. The two females
each grabbed a breast, violently massaging their prize,
sucking on each tit as though draining Shanna of her
life's milk.
At the same time, one of the males forced itself
between Shanna's legs and began penetrating her,
thrusting its huge member into her struggling,
defenseless vagina. Her hips thrust and swayed
frantically as the cybot's hands cupped her buttocks,
clamping her gyrating pelvis to its, pulling her
struggling hips downward and forcing itself deep inside
her. After several minutes, the next male took its
turn, and then the next, each one more intense than the
last. As each took their turn, the other two stood over
Shanna's bare body ejaculating lubricant all over her.
No part of her went without assaulted.
One of the females then relinquished a breast, which
was immediately molested by one of the males, and
removed Shanna's gag. The frantic jungle queen gasped
to scream but her cry was muffled. The female cybot
plunged one of her large breasts into Shanna's mouth,
and with a firm hand, began forcing Shanna to suck from
her tit.
The five cybots formed a mass of bodies on the floor,
which slowly surged and shifted as the violated jungle
queen below them struggled in vain to escape.
"Don't worry my dear," said the Geek in a patronizing
voice, "Your two friends will share the same fate as
you." and with that the room faded to darkness, the
only sounds being the movements of bodies and the
defiant cries from Shanna's gagged mouth.
"I think that noise came from in here somewhere. I
think it would be better if we split up. It will make
the search go much faster," Black Widow whispered to
Mockingbird.
"I think you're right. This Geek guy can't be that
dangerous. Just one of us could probably handle him
with no problem," whispered back Mockingbird. "I'll
head toward the upstairs while you search down here",
and with that the buxom blonde turned toward the
stairs.
At that moment, a large clunking sound beneath their
feet startled both girls. With a sudden whoosh, the
floor opened up under both of them and the two heroines
disappeared through the trapdoors below them, their
shapely silhouettes swallowed up by the darkness.
The two girls' bodies banged and smashed into the sides
of the smooth, cylindrical shaft and into each other as
they plummeted downward into the darkness both groping
at the cold steel only to find it too smooth to grasp.
Then with a sudden burst, both girls shot out of the
end of the shaft, falling a short distance onto some
very large, baggy pillows. Still dazed and confused,
each tried to get up, rolling and falling again and
again due to the thickness and unevenness of the
cushions. Suddenly, before they could get their
balance, two shadowy assailants pounced upon each girl.
The mysterious attackers grabbed each heroine from
behind, wrapping an arm around each waist. Both girls
struggled feverishly as they fought to get up and deal
with their opponents but were thrown off balance at
every turn.
"Mockingbird! Try and flip..." but before Black Widow
could finish her sentence, a large cotton wad was
clamped down over her nose and mouth. Black Widow's
eyes lit up with terror as the heavy ether fumes of the
chloroform entered her lungs. Next to her, Mockingbird
moaned and struggled as she too was being chloroformed
by her attacker. Both girls gyrated and struggled,
moaning and crying out muffled screams as they rolled
about fighting the powerful anesthetic. Valiantly they
fought but inevitably they were doomed.
After several minutes, their thrusting hips and
wiggling bodies began to slow. Their eyes grew heavy,
as their spirits were soaked away. Then, with one last
sigh of resistance, each girl fell to her attacker.
The whir of machinery broke the thick darkness. The
Widow's eyes slowly opened as the effects of the drug
wore off. The first thing she could see was a soft
white light which slowly focused into a dim fluorescent
lamp hanging from the ceiling. She moved her head
slowly as she let out a groggy moan. She quickly
realized her mouth was gagged. Surgical tape had been
taped over her mouth, completely preventing any screams
for help. She tried to move her arms but found them
pinned, along with her legs. As the moments passed, she
began to see where she was.
Black Widow lay on a thinly padded flat table that
resembled a doctor's examination table. Her arms were
tied with leather straps, over her head, her hands
bound together. Her legs were tied separately each one
strapped to the table and spread apart at about 30
degrees. As she struggle she also noticed she had been
stripped naked. Across the room she could see her
costume lying on a small steel table. The room was
small and dimly lit. The only sources of light were the
small lamp above her, various blinking lights from some
sort of computer equipment and a video monitor.
Positioned over the table was a video camera connected
to an elaborate robotic arm.
The camera began sweeping back and forth, zooming in
and drawing back as it peered over Black Widow's naked,
prone body. She twisted and pulled as the camera
closely passed over every inch of her.
As it reached her breasts, it stopped, focusing in and
out and sliding from side to side. On the monitor to
her side she could see her breasts being displayed as a
computer readout. The image would zoom in to a close-up
of her nipple then back to show the full breast, then
over to the next breast for the same shots.
As the images displayed in a window on the screen, a
heads up display, super imposed over the pictures of
her bare breasts, showed various pieces of information
indicating the placement of the nipple, size of the
breast, volume and so on.
The camera continued on down, sweeping over her
stomach, suddenly stopping between her legs. Black
Widow let out a fiery moan as her hips thrust upward in
defiance. The camera performed the same operation as
before, hovering over her bare vagina. On the display,
she could see herself being scanned as every inch of
her strawberry red pussy was examined in close,
scrutinous detail. After several minutes the camera
continued on and finished its voyeuristic examination.
The monitor then came to life as various programs began
executing. As the machine busily executed its tasks,
Black Widow could feel activity below her from under
the table. She began to realize that this was not just
a table but an elaborate mechanical device. Various
robotic arms began unfolding from the sides of the
table and rose up over her. The camera then positioned
itself over her face and her eyes lit up in
astonishment as a robotic voice said, "Welcome human
female."
"I have scanned your body and have located all target
points. You are an excellent specimen. Your well
developed sexual organs and large mammary glands will
make it easy to perform my task."
Black Widow struggled and thrust at the computer's
blunt and obscene statement but her horror began to
escalate as she looked at the screen. On the monitor a
program was executing, its command prerogative flashed
in large red letters:
OBJECTIVE: BREAK HUMAN FEMALE'S WILL
MODE: GANG BANG
INTENSITY: ULTRA-VIOLENT
At that moment two of the many robotic arms came up
from each side of the table and loomed over her chest.
On the end of each arm was a large, white, flexible,
semi- spherical cone, similar to a suction cup. Inside,
at the base of each cup she could see a small orifice,
which curled, in and out in a sort of sucking motion.
She thrust and gyrated as the cups moved closer.
Her breasts shimmied and sloshed around in exaggerated
semi-circles. With fiery zeal, she tried to keep the
large glands away from the demonic arms. Being so large
and fluid, however, she was bound to fail as the first
tit was corralled and pounced upon by its respective
cup. The cup curled and expanded as it worked its way
over the surface of the breast. Like a kid sucking up
Jell-O, the cone drew the breast inside itself, shaping
and maneuvering the nipple toward the base of the arm.
The nipple was then sucked into the small orifice at
the base of the arm. The orifice began biting down on
the nipple oscillating in and out in a violent sucking
motion. As Black Widow thrust and struggled watching
her left breast being engulfed, the right breast
quickly fell to the other arm. With both beasts
captured and both nipples being drawn from, both cones
began to oscillate, pulling the breasts upward in a
hard sucking motion, squeezing them tightly, then
forcing them down hard and flat against her chest.
The arms pumped faster and faster, her breasts rippling
and jiggling frantically as they were pushed together,
flattened, stretched and massaged over and over again.
Black Widow moaned and cried in defiance as her chest
heaved and twisted against the mammary onslaught.
"Human, you are weak." the computer voice declared.
"Your will power will snap, PENETRATE... PENETRATE...
PENETRATE..."
Black Widow thrust her head forward and screamed a
muffled cry of terror as another robotic arm moved into
position, this time over her vagina. On the end
protruded a large phallic which vibrated intensely and
dripped a white oily substance. The arm slowly
approached her gyrating hips, carefully gaining each
inch as it neared its unprotected target. Black Widow
let out an animalistic cry as the vibrator's tip,
slowly and forcefully, parted her lips and steadily
entered her unprotected vagina. Her cries changed to
low, deep moans, her hips swayed and her thighs slid
back and forth as the huge phallic entered deeper and
deeper, twisting and shaking as it made its way inside.
After several agonizing moments the phallic became
almost fully engulfed as it reached her unprotected
womb. The arm began sliding back and forth, inserting
and withdrawing the vibrator relentlessly. The buxom
heroine grunted with each thrust, growing tighter and
tighter as the rhythm of the thrusts grew quicker and
quicker. Her whole body gyrated and thrust at an ever-
quickening pace as she drew closer to the inevitable.
Faster and faster the machine pumped the vibrator in
and out of her in response to her increasingly faster
struggling. Her breasts jiggled and rippled quicker and
quicker and the milking became more and more violent,
the rhythm of the massage growing more and more
intense. Her grunting and moaning becoming quicker and
shorter. Her body stiffened tighter and tighter as it
surged upward in a high arch.
Then, like a balloon ready to burst, her body stiffened
as tightly as possible, and there was a long silence
from the heroine, the only sounds being the rhythmic
pumping of the machine.
After what seemed like an eternity, the heroine surged
one last time in a defiant thrust upward, letting out a
fiery, animalistic moan as she inexorably climaxed and
was taken by the insidious machine. Her body fell to
the table defeated as she softly moaned, her legs
slowly sliding back and forth from the penetration.
The dildo withdrew itself and the arm moved away.
"Human female... You are weak... You must be
climaxed... You must be taught a lesson. Your body will
be gang banged until you are totally defeated." Lying
in a dazed state Black Widow gasped and screamed in
terror as the next arm moved into place. The larger,
rippled phallic hit home and she again was penetrated.
As her body thrust and gyrated in hopeless defiance,
the lights faded on a beautiful, buxom silhouette
struggling in the lonely darkness. Trapped, she could
only fight in futility as she was climaxed again and
again by her mechanical tormentor, a tormentor that
never grew tired, a tormentor who would not stop until
it broke her will.
Mockingbird awoke and rolled over on her side. She
slowly opened her eyes but found only darkness. Her
costume was still intact though she had no reason to
expect it wouldn't be. Shaking her head slightly she
rose to her feet and tried to let her eyes adjust. When
they finally did, what she saw was not promising. There
was one massive steel door which see wasn't even going
to try and open. Otherwise the room was empty. Its
walls were just over two meters apart and seemed to be
made of the same dark steel. She scanned her eyes
around the room.
Then she saw it.
An air vent just above her reach. She slipped silently
over to the door; not knowing what guards would be
listening. Quickly and smoothly her slim body rose up
through the air as she leapt and grabbed the grill. It
came away easily with her weight and she placed it on
the floor.
Her training in S.H.I.E.L.D had been very useful in her
line of work and this wasn't any different. She slid
through the slim vents, barely large enough for a human
body. Mocking bird was lucky that she was small and
athletic. Neither of her two companions would have been
so lucky. The shaft was horizontal and turned several
times but she could find no offshoots, so was forced to
move on. Finally she saw a light at the end of the
tunnel.
Quickening her pace she slid towards the light. It was
only when she reached it that she discovered it was an
illuminated panel. She groaned with frustration. These
tunnels were hard to go back in. Suddenly the light
vanished as a metal panel closed quickly over it.
Mockingbird looked over her shoulder and saw a second
panel blocking her path. It was moving towards her,
threatening to crush the heroine. As it closed in
Mockingbird folded up on herself, kneeling and curling
her arms in close.
Just as she was about to give up hope the panel
stopped. She tried to move but found herself wedged
tightly in place in the tiny box. She swore in a most
unladylike manner, thinking of options. Then she heard
a soft humming as it became louder.
"What the..? FFUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKK!"
Mockingbird screamed as the unavoidable walls crackled
with energy. It lanced through her, numbing her body,
which twitched uncontrollably. Her limbs tried to flail
but were blocked by the walls and her position. When
the energy finally stopped she wanted to collapse but
there was no room. She smelt the air, which was scented
with burning. Then she realized what had happened.
Somehow her costume had been totally burned off.
She was now stark naked and boxed in the darkness.
Slowly the darkness receded as the walls somehow became
visible. She saw the tattered remains of her suit.
Obviously there was no way out. "It appears I have
caged the mocking bird." a voice called out.
"Who are you?" Mockingbird asked a little scared.
"I'm the Geek. Let us begin."
"Begin what?"
She heard a humming and moved her head down as two
panels opened and snake like hoses extended out. She
immediately realized their target. Her breasts were
hanging down, making them seem larger than they were.
She shook as much as her space allowed but it was too
little. Her hands were wedged by her sides. Slowly the
rubber mouths slid up and sucked on to her nipples. It
was a tight suck at first but then they loosened
slightly, still firm no matter how she shook.
"I like the way your tits wobble." the Geek said.
Mockingbird stopped suddenly, looking for a camera.
Suddenly she was very self-conscious.
Another hum was heard and although she couldn't see the
location was clear enough. Already vibrating the thick,
oozing probe was heading towards her helpless body. She
shuddered as it pushed apart her vulva and drove deep
into her vagina. She gasped in revulsion as the
vibrating phallic began to vibrate inside her.
At the same time the hoses started to suck rhythmically
at her nipples. In addition they sent back electric
pulses, which shot through the flesh of her breasts in
waves of pleasure. The arm holding the vibrator moved
back and forth, in and out of her helpless pussy as it
shuddered. It was specially ribbed and designed to
press against her clit so that the slightest movement
would pleasure her.
Mockingbird howled in horror and pleasure but the
sounds simply bounced back from the walls. In the
confined environment her body was starting to sweat
heavily, dripping over her forehead and chest. The more
her tits sweated the more effect the shocks had on
them. Her howls turned slowly to moans as the treatment
went on, her body gyrating as much as it could in the
little space. The vibrator and suckers became faster
and faster until at last her body stiffened in a
massive orgasm.
"OAAAAHHHH!" her voice reverberated off the close walls
She shook and shuddered but her body was still tightly
packed. The vibrator slipped from out of her as she
shook and returned to the hole. The suckers kept
working on her gently. Mockingbird panted to herself
glad that the torment was over.
"VIBRATOR RELUBRICATED. RECOMMENCE PENETRATION!"
Mockingbird howled once again as the newly slick
vibrator began working at her yet again. The suckers
were even harsher on her tits now and despite her
outrage another orgasm was on its way. Howling became
moaning fast.
Shanna panted as the last of the cybots finally
withdrew, leaving her panting as she hung. Somehow over
the course of the torture she had been pulled upright
but her mind was too boggled to think. She had lost
track of time the way she had lost track of orgasms.
Her body was now dripping with the lubrications of the
cybots. She had never felt so terrible in her life.
"Enjoy your little romp dear?" the voice of the Geek
asked.
"Go to hell." she muttered.
"I would if all the she devils were like you. But until
then I'd rather have you here. Meet another one of my
cybots. A very special model I call Connie."
The door opened and another cybot entered. She was tall
and powerful looking, hairless like the others, and the
same color. Shanna didn't want to ask what was
different. As she came closer she saw the massive
breasts of the cybot, bigger than the other androids
and much bigger than her own. "I'll leave Connie the
job of convincing you to join me."
"Join you? You're mad."
There was no reply.
Connie walked up to Shanna silently. She could see the
soulless eyes of the thing staring at her. Connie
raised both her arms and Shanna could see that her
hands were like cones, no fingers or palms. Before she
could think the hands had closed firmly over the sides
of her head, cones covering her ears. Shanna realized
she could no longer hear. Connie drew herself up to
Shanna, the super heroine feeling the massive breasts
as they engulfed hers. In fact they were totally
engulfing hers. Shanna felt them knead and suck in her
own glands pressing them tightly. There was no way to
pull away, she had no leverage and the android seemed
stronger. Then Shanna felt a stronger sensation.
Something was pushing towards her groin. Whether the
droid possessed an external organ or it was extending
from within her, Shanna couldn't figure. She felt the
phallus push apart her lips and fill her totally. It
drove deeper into her tenderized pussy, pushing further
and further until she felt as if she would burst.
Connie kissed her.
She hadn't been expecting it and the mouth latched
tightly to hers. She felt a massive tongue probing her
and slimy liquid filling her mouth. Then Shanna
realized the eyes of the thing were starting to glow.
Not just glow but flicker and spin round and round.
Before she realized what was happening the breasts
started to knead her own. Somewhere in the massive
synthetic glands she was being sucked off. And the
massive penis began its work too. Every inch of it
connected with her vaginal walls so ever inch felt the
pleasure.
"NNNGGGGMMMM" Shanna muttered as she gagged and
swallowed some of the slime. Sound started to buffet
her ears too. It was shrill and painful, driving into
her mind as relentlessly as the whirling eyes of
Connie.
With the attentions of the massive organ pumping at her
and the breast treatment, Shanna climaxed quickly. As
she did the lights and sound became even more intense
and Shanna felt her mind starting to drift. On an on
Connie worked, orgasm after orgasm, breaking down
Shanna's minds. After twelve the light was burning into
her mind and Shanna was almost motionless. Inside her
the mighty vibrator was humming furiously, never
letting her down from her sexual high.
Connie the Convincer was relentless.
It had seemed like forever that Black Widow had been
assailed. Time and again the machines slowed and
released her only to start again, climaxing her yet
again. There seemed no end to the torment in the
darkness. Suddenly the light flicked on again and the
devices retracted from her body. She felt the rush of
air and a snap as her breasts were freed from the
cones. Her whole body was covered in sweat and she was
flushed all over. She panted, getting her wind back.
"Human female. You are weak. You will succumb."
She looked to one side at the monitor as it flashed
figures and symbols.
Finally it came up with words.
OBJECTIVE: CONTROL HUMAN FEMALE'S WILL
MODE: SUCK-FUCK
INTENSITY: TOTAL SUBMISSION
Below it flashed the words.
DANGER: LEVEL EXCEEDS SAFTEY PARAMETERS.
Black Widow moaned through her gag but could say
nothing.
"Human Female attempts to speak. Ungag."
An arm moved swiftly and ripped the tape from her mouth
sharply.
"You can't do this!"
"You are weak. You will succumb! Initiate secondary
mammary manipulators."
She struggled once more and complained verbally but to
no avail. Twin arms extended from under her again,
this time ending in even larger cones, ones that
dwarfed her breasts. They were ringed with rubber of
some sort. One cup descended slowly and once again she
tried to jiggle about but the cup was even larger than
before and her efforts were wasted. The cup pressed
down on her, sucking and creating and airtight seal on
her sweaty skin. The volume of the cup was almost twice
that of her large breast and it didn't even touch the
sides. Held in place the second cup had no trouble
connecting.
"Place vaginal stimulator."
Widow saw a third arm ending in a similar cone. This
one was triangular shaped and pressed down over the red
mound between her legs. Like the tit cups it left a
large space.
"Initiate neural interface."
Black widow felt sudden clamps strike her head, holding
it firmly in place. She shivered as tiny earplugs
pushed themselves into her. Out of the corner of her
eye she saw smaller mechanical arms extending. They
quickly flicked over her face. Before she could move
her eyes had been locked open by mechanical hooks.
"NO!" she screamed but it was useless to do so.
Above her face a thin box appeared, hovering over her
eyes.
"COMMENCE SUBMISSION!"
Black widow gasped as she felt all three cones fill
rapidly with a freezing cold gel. It was even worse in
her vagina, the gel oozing into her cavities, pumped
forward by the machines. As soon as the cones were full
they began to send a special frequency to vibrate the
gel. Every square inch of her filled cavity began to
pulse in unison. Her clitoris was completely surrounded
by the cool gel and immediately she began to quiver.
Above her the box started to run a red laser over her
eyes. It wasn't much different from a super market
scanner but this one was designed to brainwash her. She
wanted to resist the light but her eyes wouldn't close.
Neither could she block her ears from the hypnotic
sounds of the earplugs.
She shuddered as she her body rose nearer and nearer to
orgasm. She didn't know that the gel was specifically
designed to prevent any type of release only to keep
the pleasure rising. The vibrations became faster and
faster, stimulating her tits and pussy relentlessly.
They stayed totally cold, chilling her flesh but
stimulating it at the same time, her nipples were
rising to dramatic new peaks in the gel. The light
dancing over her face became faster and more intense
too, red bathing her retinas.
"HUMAN FEMALE. YOU ARE WEAK. YOU WILL BE BROKEN!"
"No." she panted feebly, feeling her resistances slip
away already.
"YOUR TITS ARE HUGE. YOUR CLIT IS WEAK. YOU WILL
SUCCUMB! YOU WILL SUCCUMB! YOU WILL SUCCUMB!"
The voice droned over and over again in Widows mind and
before long she began to believe it.
"I will succumb." she began to repeat in time. "I will
succumb. I will succumb..."
Mockingbird was so used to the cycling orgasms that the
machine was giving her that it shocked her when it
finally stopped. The vibrator removed itself from her
vagina and the cups detached from her nipples. She was
left alone in the dim light, panting to herself and
dripping with swat. The humidity of the tiny space was
tremendous and the heat wasn't far below it. She gasped
and tried to clear her head, making out what had
happened. "So Mockingbird. How did you enjoy your
shafting in the shaft?"
"What is all this going to get you Geek?"
"That's for me to know my dear. Now lets take a fall."
"Whaaaaa...?" she yelled as the metal below her gave
way and she tumbled downwards. She rolled head over
heels, bumping off the walls of the shaft before
finally bumping to a halt. Obviously her fall had been
cushioned by something. In the dim light she tried to
make out her surroundings.
She seemed to be at the bottom of a thin tube. Her head
and shoulders were pressed against the end while her
legs were folded up above her. She tried to right
herself but again there was no space. Her arms were
tightly wedged behind her back. She could straighten
her legs a little but to no avail.
She was just as trapped as before. Beside her a panel
opened and cables snaked forth. Unlike the earlier ones
these ended in larger cups. She helplessly watched as
they latched over her sweaty tits, pressing for a seal.
Above her she saw a larger tube descending.
She tried to kick at it but had no real power. It
reached down towards her, softly spread apart her wet
lips and penetrated her. Once more the machines began
to work her over. Pumping fully at her tits, which were
much smaller than Black Widows but still well
developed. They were sloshed and jiggled forcefully,
vibrated and sucked all at once. The vibrator inside
her worked on her clit again.
It had successfully made her come over a dozen times
before and would do so again. She looked up and
struggled slightly sweat glistening as it trailed down
her body. Mockingbird realized that the glistening was
becoming brighter. She looked at the walls and saw they
were starting to glow with light. Not only that but she
could see patterns on the walls moving and spiraling.
The patterns were moving round the walls in a clockwise
motion, the same was that the phallus was beginning to
spin inside her. Its ribbed surface was stimulating
every bit of her inside especially her clitoris. The
images started to become more varied, brighter but in
many colors, red, blues, greens and yellows all
spinning around and around faster and faster.
The lights were enthralling to Mockingbird, almost
enough to stop her caring about her masturbation. There
were sounds now too, soft; melodic tunes which wafted
through her hot air. Soon the discomfort of her body
was ignored. Her juices were starting to flow down her
body, over her waist and chest, mingling with her sweat
but she ignored this.
"Reeeeelaaaaaax," a soft voice commanded.
"Relax." Mockingbird almost smiled. She felt so good as
the light danced over her. It made her body feel good
too. She was getting horny fast and the machines were
working to speed up. She was pumped faster and faster,
vibrator shaking and spinning in time with the pulsing,
spinning lights. "Come." the voice commanded.
"Ooooooo." Mockingbird let out a quiet gasp as a
peaceful orgasm rocked her.
"Come." it commanded again.
"Aaaaaah." another release wafted through her as the
lights penetrated her mind.
"Come."
"Oooooo."
"Come."
"Oooooo."
Mockingbird kept climaxing on command as the system
worked her over, relaxing her, masturbating her and
brainwashing her fully. After the fifteenth orgasm
there was no resistance.
All three heroines stood naked in front of the Geek. He
sat on his chair smiling at the three prizes he had
gathered. All three stood with their hands at their
sides, chests puffed out proudly. Their faces were the
only sign of their resistance. Each face strained,
sweat dripping from it and down over their nude forms.
Not only was he super intelligent but he also possessed
psychic powers. Having almost broken the women to his
command he now exercised his own power over them. It
was easy for him to battle all three at once. Their
minds had been beaten down after all. "You will obey
me Shanna," he said plainly.
"N..noo." she gritted her teeth.
"You will."
"I..I. I..."
"You will!"
"I will." her face went blank as the struggle ended
quickly.
"Obey me Shanna. Start coming and don't stop."
"Yes master.... UUUUNNNGGGG!" she fell to the floor in
a quivering heap.
"You will obey me Widow."
"I won't!" she growled.
"You will."
"No."
He considered his situation. He could break her but it
would take time.
Better to do it quickly it's more fun.
"Mockingbird you will obey me!"
"Yes master!"
He smiled. She always had been easy.
"Massage Black Widows tits!"
Mocking bird turned and clasped each massive breast in
a hand. She pushed and jiggled them roughly. The
additional stimulation was too much for the Widow.
"Obey me Widow!"
"Yes master."
"Fuck Mockingbird!"
"Yes. Fuck Mockingbird."
She pulled her to the ground as she kept massaging her
tits. Gently she slipped her fingers into Mockingbird.
Shanna howled again as she kept coming.
The Geek smiled as he watched the girls. Brains were
certainly an asset.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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