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.

The End