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Subject: {ASSM} "Heroines and Sluts, Part One" <M/F, Bondage, Rape, Science Fiction>
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	This story is copyrighted by me, Garvage Master.  You should be 
warned that this story is about original super heroines being captured 
and raped by a mad genius.  There is bondage, whippings, pain, 
submission, domination and sexual abuse to spare.  If this kind of 
thing is not your kink, then do us all a favor and go read something 
else.

	Any comments would be welcome at my address at 
garvagemaster493@hotmail.com 

"Heroines and Sluts, Part One"
By GarvageMaster 

"Master, Entrance Trap C is signaling a capture."

	I frowned as I stopped the Nuclear Displacement experiment.  Damn 
heroes, they always picked the worse time to come barging in.  Death 
Lord was waiting for a new nuclear bomb and so far I was still having 
trouble with the containment fields.  Now I had stupid heroes to 
contend with.

	"Very well, Helper Seven, let's go examine our catch," I said.

	Helper Seven nodded and took a position respectfully behind me.  
I noticed with satisfaction that I could not hear her as she walked 
behind me.  Her stealth modifications were working perfectly.

	We walked together to the Entrance Trap.  I gave the proper codes 
to the airlocks and they opened for us.  What I saw inside made me 
forget all about Death Lord and his latest request.  My trap had caught 
no less than three heroes, and they were all women!  The robotic 
tentacles of my trap had them strung up around the room and suspended 
them in mid-air.  The women were struggling but it was useless.  Each 
arm could hold an elephant in place and these lovely ladies were no 
elephants.    

	"Helper 7, I believe I am due for some rest and relaxation."

	"Yes, Master," Helper Seven replied.  She didn't really have an 
opinion.  That's why I preferred robots over human assistants.  

	The heroine closest to the door was an Asian beauty.  She was 
wearing hardly anything, just a red leather bikini top and bottom.  Two 
nasty swords were on the ground in front of her and I had no doubt that 
their keen edge would cause me no end of harm.  Her long black hair was 
tied into a strict braid while a red domino mask covered her eyes.

	The next nearest heroine was busty blonde in a black leather cat 
suit.  Her mask was suitably feline with exaggerated eyes and whiskers.  
She had a generous amount of cleavage spilling from her suit that must 
be quite the distraction for her male opponents.  A utility belt around 
her waist was packed with all sorts of gadgets but right now she 
couldn't reach any of them.

	Last in the trap was a slender black woman.  She wore a dark blue 
domino mask and a practical matching one-piece swimsuit.  Her hair was 
cut very short to her skull, giving her a sleek look I instantly 
admired.  The lack of armor or weapons was intriguing, and I wondered 
what powers she possessed.

	The women are stunned at first by the appearance of Helper Seven.  
Alas, how could they possibly recognize me as the true threat?  I had a 
rather normal appearance of a forty-something, slightly overweight man 
with a fading brown hairline.  Helper Seven on the other hand was six 
and a half feet golden robot in the shape of a nude woman.  They would 
learn soon enough whom to fear.

	The blonde spoke first.  "Release us at once!  I don't know who 
you think you are, but you've messed with the wrong superheroes!"

	I smiled.  "I'm glad you don't know who I am.  It shows that my 
security is as tight as ever.  I am the Technology Master, though you 
may call me Master for short."

	"Technology Master?  That's just a myth!" the black woman said.

	"No, it's quite true," I said.  "I provide weapons, robots, 
machines and other sciences to supervillians.  It's a profitable 
business though it's getting harder and harder to find places secret 
enough to conduct my experiments.  I didn't think any one would wonder 
down into this remote section of the sewer.  Tell me, how did you find 
me?"

	They were silent for a few moments until the Asian spoke.  Her 
accent was thick, but her voice was very musical.  I was going to enjoy 
making her scream.

	"We defeated Fire Bug last night at his hideout.  Among his 
stolen property was a map that detailed the sewers.  He had this 
location circled, but no explanation of what it was."

	I sighed.  Fire Bug had broken the only rule I had for the 
villains I worked with; he had allowed heroes to find me.  I made a 
mental note to put out a contract on him and returned my attention to 
the lovely ladies.  "So being heroes, you naturally came down to 
investigate."

	"Let us go and surrender yourself," the blonde said.  "With your 
connections to the underworld, the authorities would gladly let you 
plea bargain."

	That made me laugh.  "No thank you.  I don't surrender to heroes 
who haven't even told me their names."

	"Sunset Knife," the Asian said.

	"Night Cat" the blonde said.

	"Zapper," the black woman said.  And with that announcement, 
electricity surged through the metal tentacles holding her.  She 
grinned as sparks flew from the cables but only for a moment.  The trap 
adjusted itself and squeezed tighter around the heroine.  It was a test 
of wills as Zapper pumped more electricity into the trap and the trap 
squeezed her poor body to dangerous levels.  In the end though, Zapper 
was gasping for air and she stopped her energy output just before the 
metal arms crushed her ribs.  

	"Helper Seven, inject these ladies with Aphrodisiac X."

	 "Yes, Master," she replied.  Her middle finger transformed into 
a syringe and she approached Zapper first.  The gasping superhero was 
still trying to catch her breath and put up no resistance as Helper 
Seven injected her arm.  Like a good robot, Helper Seven used her laser 
vision to sterilize the needle before moving on to Sunset Knife.

	"What are you injecting us with?" the Asian demanded.

	"Just something Doctor Torture created for me.  He was very 
grateful after I designed his vivisection laser.  Aphrodisiac X highly 
sensitizes the body to make it addicted to orgasms.  Test subjects 
would choose masturbation over having food and several of them starved 
to death rather than pass up a climax.  It also creates the effect of 
making the body very sensitive to pain, escalating the smallest slap to 
overwhelming pain.  Finally, it makes your body crave semen as an 
opiate.  I find it makes my toys much more compliant."

	Sunset Knife tried to twist away from Helper Seven's syringe but 
it was useless.  The metal arms of the trap held her firmly and Helper 
Seven easily slipped the needle into Sunset's arm.  The Asian glared at 
me silently, perhaps planning my death at her swords.  Keep on 
dreaming, slut.

	Night Cat's leather suit was more difficult to deal with.  The 
black leather covered her entire body except for her breasts and face.  
I shook my head at the idiocy of the design.  Helper Seven hesitated 
until it made the correct calculation and plunged the syringe into 
Night Cat's exposed breast. 

	"What are you going to do with us?" Night Cat demanded.

	"Anything I want," I said.  "Helper Seven, take these three to 
the holding cages.  I know just the device I need to make for these 
sluts."

	I returned to my lab and put aside Death Lord's bomb.  The 
megalomaniac could wait.  The asshole could make his own damn bomb if 
he wanted it that bad.  Looking at my new prisoners, I was reminded of 
how long it had been since I created something purely for my own 
enjoyment.  Had it really been two years since I designed that laser-
whip?  For that matter, how long had it been since I added a mask to my 
collection?  It was too easy to caught up in making money and not 
enjoying the fruits of my genius.

	First I designed something to keep Zapper from using her powers.  
Next I dusted off my Kinetic-cuffs from the last time I had prisoners.  
I tested the cuffs to see if they still responded to the chip I had 
planted in my brain.  They worked perfectly.  Lastly, I created a new 
toy specifically for those lovely tits of Night Cat- a pair of Exo-
gloves that amplified my normal strength to ten times that of a normal 
man's.  

	This was going to be fun.

	When I was ready I walked to the Cage Room.  The place was far 
emptier than I remembered.  We had two dozen cages built for 
superheroes, but all of them were empty except for the three we had 
now.  Helper Seven had stripped Sunset Knife of her weapons and Night 
Cat no longer had her utility belt, but other than that they were left 
intact.  There will be plenty of time for stripping later.  

	Zapper and Night Cat were pacing their cages while Sunset Knife 
sat calmly in the middle of hers.  The cages were just over six feet 
tall and made of the strongest metal known to man.  The bars were only 
four inches apart while the top and bottom locked in concrete.  The 
locks were sealed with miniature black holes, a personal triumph in 
design.  Only a coded radio signal code activates them, and only Helper 
seven and I had the necessary implants to open them.  Out of kindness I 
gave each cage a hole in the floor that they could shit and piss in.

	Using my subvocal communicator, I instructed Helper Seven on what 
I wanted her to do as I handed her my inventions.  This way the three 
heroines wouldn't know what to expect.    

	"Right away, Master."

	I sat down in my observation chair, a stunning creation of 
leather and comfort.  A quick jab on the control panel opened up the 
mini bar and automated servers fixed my favorite drink.  It was always 
good to have a ringside seat.

	 Helper Seven entered Sunset Knife's cage first.  As expected, 
the Asian leapt into action like a springing tiger.  I was impressed.  
Her speed was amazing and against Helper Six, she might have succeeded, 
but this was Helper Seven.  My golden robot caught Sunset Knife in mid 
air by the throat.  The Asian choked and struggled with the single hand 
around her neck.  She lashed out with a kick but Helper Seven slapped a 
Kinetic-cuff around the ankle of the attacking leg.  It was already 
over for the heroine.

	I focused my mind and activated the chip that controlled the 
Kinetic-cuff.  The onboard anti-gravity engine fired up and wrenched 
Sunset's leg in the direction I wanted.  The cuff moved effortlessly in 
the air and the poor heroine had no idea what was going on.  While she 
was confused, Helper Seven put a cuff around her other ankle.  I willed 
the cuffs to come together and bring Sunset's legs straight down.  Now 
the heroine could no longer kick, walk or even crawl unless I willed 
it.

	Sunset resorted to punching Helper Seven's body and the dull 
clangs of flesh hitting metal echoed through the room.  It was all for 
nothing.  Helper Seven locked a cuff around each of Sunset's wrists and 
then I willed the Asian's hands behind her back.  Her muscles bulged 
but she couldn't resist the powerful anti-gravity engines.  

	Helper Seven was still holding up the heroine by the throat and I 
could see that Sunset Knife was starting to run out of air.  That 
didn't bother my robot.  She calmly grabbed a hold of Sunset Knife's 
red bikini top and ripped it from her body.  The Asian's breasts 
intrigued me; they were so large that she had to be half Caucasian.  
Either way, they were going to be fun to slap.

	With Sunset Knife's tits exposed, Helper Seven then applied my 
special invention.  A small silver disk was placed over each nipple, 
and the liquid metal contracted quickly and tightly.  The same chip 
that controlled the Kinetic-cuffs could adjust the nipple disks.  I did 
a test command and Sunset Knife screamed as her nipples were cinched.  
Excellent.

	Helper Seven dropped Sunset Knife and to my surprise, the martial 
artist landed on her bound feet.  I decided this was a little cheeky so 
I levitated her wrist cuffs above her head and spread her legs into an 
uncomfortable distance apart.  Her topless body looked glorious with 
the contrast of her intact bikini bottom.  I especially liked how her 
chest heaved while she struggled to regain her breath.

	"Just like a man," Night Cat yelled at me.  "Too lazy to do your 
own dirty work.  Why don't you come in here and put those on me 
yourself?"

	 I considered it.  "No."

	Helper Seven walked into Night Cat's cage and Night Cat surprised 
us both.  She pulled out small device from her long blonde hair and 
pointed it at Helper Seven.  A small laser shot out of the item and 
struck my robot square in the face.  Of course, the laser pinged off of 
the reflective surface but it the fact that Night Cat had sneaked in a 
weapon was worrisome.  On the other hand, it just made her that more 
exciting.

	The reaction of Helper Seven was swift and merciless.  Seconds 
after being shot at, she crossed the length of the cage and snatched 
the laser from Night Cat's hands.  Crushing the weapon in one hand, 
Helper Seven backhanded the heroine with the other.  Night Cat went 
flying and bounced painfully off the bars of the cage.  Before the 
heroine could get up, Helper Seven was right beside her, stepping on 
the blonde's hair.  Night Cat cried out as Helper Seven ground her heel 
in the heroine's hair.  While the blonde wailed, Helper Seven quickly 
and efficiently slapped the Kinetic-cuffs around her wrists and ankles.  
My robot didn't bother to remove the boots; she just locked the cuffs 
directly onto the leather.  Helper Seven knows how much I like a blonde 
in boots.

	I commanded the cuffs to pull Night Cat's hands and wrists 
together behind her back.  She struggled to no avail as the cuffs 
forced her into hog-tied position.  Helper Seven took her foot off the 
blonde's hair and then kicked Night Cat over onto her back.  She then 
bent down and unzipped that silly leather suit to reveal the blonde's 
tits.  

	My God, they were huge.  Seriously, why don't heroines get breast 
reductions?  Night Cat's tits flopped out and I couldn't imagine how 
she walked with them.  Helper Seven was unperturbed by all that flesh.  
She placed the nipple disks on Night Cat's nipples and the liquid metal 
cinched down automatically.  Night Call howled like a real cat as the 
cold metal bit down.

	For her, I commanded the Kinetic-cuffs to pick her entire body 
off the ground.  The cuffs spread her limbs out spread eagle but 
positioned her to be parallel to the floor and facing downward.  It 
allowed me a great view of her chest as her tits hanged there in 
midair.

	Helper Seven stood outside of Zapper's cage and waited.  The 
black heroine was grinning and cracking her knuckles.  Obviously she 
intended to let loose with her full power.  We were never going to give 
her that chance.

	Zapper was unprepared for a small flying dart to shoot out of 
Helper Seven's left tit.  It struck Zapper in the arm and the heroine 
was quick to pull it out.  It was too late; the dart had already 
delivered its payload right into Zapper's bloodstream.  The microscopic 
nanonites were headed all over her body, anchoring themselves at key 
locations.

	"I'm not going to let you drug me!" Zapper said.  She extended 
her hand and fired an arc of electricity through the bars at Helper 
Seven.  My robot weathered this attack with no problem.  Ever since 
Helper Three was destroyed a malfunctioning lightning tank, I've made 
all my robots electric resistant.
	       
	Zapper was disappointed by her lack of effect on Helper Seven but 
she was soon disturbed by the twin screams coming from the other cells.  
Sunset Knife and Night Cat were thrashing against the Kinetic-cuffs, 
yelling in pain.

	"What did you do to them?" Zapper demanded.

	"Nothing.  It's what you did.  I've implanted you with tiny 
nanonites that monitor your electrical levels.  Any time your charge 
goes above normal, it sends a signal to the nipple disks on your 
friends.  The disks electrocute your friends until your charge goes 
back to normal."

	"You bastard!" Zapper yelled.  

	She yelled other, more creative insults but I ignored them.  I 
sipped my drink and watched Helper Seven step into the cage.  Zapper 
might have impressive powers but physically she was just like any one 
else.  Helper Seven punched Zapper in the stomach and slipped the cuffs 
on the heroine while she was still gasping.  Using razor sharp finger 
extensions, Helper Seven also ripped a hole in Zapper's blue one-piece 
so that her lovely black tits would be exposed.  The poor heroine 
offered no resistance as Helper Seven placed the silver nipple disks 
over her tits.  

	I commanded Zapper's Kinetic-cuffs to force the black woman into 
a kneeling position.  Her feet stuck together and her hands were pulled 
helplessly out to either side of her.  Zapper's head hung down in shame 
and I felt that familiar sense of triumph.  Technology has overcome 
human stubbornness once again.

	My glass was empty so I had the mini-bar create me another.  I 
looked at my three prizes, torn on whom to abuse first.  There was 
Night Cat with her large tits and long blonde hair.  There was Sunset 
Knife with her cold icy demeanor that I couldn't wait to crack.  
Zapper, with her ebony skin and defiant attitude was just begging to be 
fucked.  All these choices were almost too much to handle.  I was 
enjoying the Hell out of it.

	"Helper Seven, select a random slut and initiate Entertainment 
Program Four."

	"Yes, Master," my faithful robot replied.  She scanned the cages 
until she made her selection.  She walked into Sunset Knife's cage and 
circled the hovering bound woman.  Helper Seven opened a compartment in 
her leg and removed an item the size of a regular flashlight.  She 
pressed a switch and a long line of energy snaked out.  The laser-whip 
crackled as she raised her arm and aimed at the back of Sunset.

	The first lash fell on Sunset's back and the stoic Asian merely 
grimaced.  Zapper and Night Cat gasped but they wisely kept quiet.  
Sunset's legs were still spread apart in the air and I decided to twist 
her arms so that they were crossed above her head.  The Kinetic-cuffs 
kept her firmly in place even though her muscles were clearly straining 
to break free.

	Helper Seven continued to whip Sunset's back, snapping the laser-
whip over and over again.  Each blow made Sunset jerk, resulting in 
those lovely breasts jiggling.  I split my attention between her 
bouncing tits and her increasingly paler face.  Aphrodisiac X was 
wearing her pain tolerance down and I wanted to see the exact moment 
she cracked.  

	I didn't have to wait long.  Helper Seven flicked the laser-whip 
so that it sliced around Sunset's chest and struck the Asian right on 
the breast.  The nipple disk protected her nipple but the cruel whip 
still stung the majority of her tit.  A pink welt emerged immediately 
and traced the path of the laser-whip.  Helper Seven shifted her focus 
and struck the other breast in the same manner.  That was when Sunset 
Knife screamed.

	It was a beautiful scream, full of anguish and outrage.  She 
glared at me with those almond eyes, damning me with every once of her 
soul.  Helper Seven increased the speed of her lashes and soon Sunset 
Knife's breasts were being struck every few seconds.  Her screams 
joined the crackling of the laser-whip and my erection just grew 
harder.

	"Stop it you asshole!  Can't you see you are killing her?" Zapper 
yelled.

	"Killing her?  I think not," I said.  Oh, Sunset Knife was 
suffering, that was plain to see.  Her lovely tits were criss--crossed 
now with bright red welts where the laser had burned her.  Tears were 
flowing down the Asian's face and her cries were getting louder and 
louder.  Her arms and legs strained against the floating Kinetic-cuffs, 
making her muscles bulge like a Vallejo painting.  Aphrodisiac X was 
amplifying every sting, every burn and discomfort into pure 
overwhelming sensation, but killing her?  No.  I have plans for her.

	Helper Seven continued her program.  She commanded the Kinetic-
cuffs to turn Sunset Knife around in mid air so that I could admire her 
back.  Lovely lines of pain had been delicately etched all over her 
back except for where the bikini bottom covered her ass.  Helper Seven 
grabbed a handful of the flimsy material and pulled the bikini off of 
Sunset's ass.  

	"You mother fucking pervert!  Zapper yelled.

	"You're nothing but a coward!" Night Call screamed.

	I tired of her insults.  I pressed a button on my chair and two 
white balls hovered out of a compartment.  Using the chip in my brain, 
I sent them on their way.  They flew towards Night Cat and Zapper and 
lodged themselves firmly in their mouths.  The two girls tried to spit 
the white rubber balls out but it was hopeless.  The gags had the same 
technology as the Kinetic-cuffs; they would stay there for at least 
thirty years if I so willed it.

	Meanwhile, Helper Seven was preparing to whip Sunset Knife's ass.  
As per her program, Helper Seven grabbed the Asian's braid and pulled 
her head painfully back.  The robot then delivered a tight slash of the 
laser-whip across Sunset Knife's buttocks.  The poor girl screamed in 
torment and her ass clenched together quite beautifully.  The first of 
many welts appeared on her bottom.

	I sat back and sipped my drink as Helper Seven whipped Sunset 
Knife's ass.  There was nothing like seeing an athletic ass clench and 
quiver in pain.  Her once smooth bottom was now covered in red lashes 
and welts.  The Aphrodisiac X had kicked in full strength because the 
formerly stoic Asian was screaming constantly now.  Helper Seven was 
also twisting the woman's braid in her robot hand, pulling and 
stretching her neck to intolerable levels.  Delightful.

	Helper Seven commanded the Kinetic-cuffs to spin Sunset Knife 
back around so that she was facing me.  The heroine was a mess.  Angry 
welts covered her body and tears were flowing freely down her face.  
She wasn't even struggling anymore as she had accepted the power of her 
bonds.  I had a feeling she would start struggling soon enough.

	Sunset Knife screamed an ear-piercing cry as the laser-whip 
lashed out between her legs and struck her on the pussy.  The Asian had 
shaved her twat, and I could see the pink line tracing where the whip 
had struck across her lips.  Sunset pulled hard against the Kinetic-
cuffs as she her body went into spasms.  She was fighting hard, trying 
anything to help her escape.  Helper Seven allowed her to struggle hard 
for two glorious minutes before continuing the pussy whipping.

	The effect on the other two heroines was intriguing.  Zapper 
looked away and kept her head down in embarrassment.  Night Cat on the 
other hand was watching every blow.  The blonde heroine was also 
struggling hard against her Kinetic-cuffs, trying to find some weakness 
with my invention.  There was fire in this one as opposed to the 
bluster in Zapper.  It was very arousing.

	"Stop, Helper Seven," I commanded.

	"Yes, Master," my robot replied.  Sunset Knife continued to 
writhe.  Pain was not so easily turned off.

	"Night Cat, would you like me to end your friends suffering?"

	The blonde nodded slowly.  She was a distrustful sort.

	I pressed a button on my command chair and the door to her cage 
popped open.  A mental command to her cuffs dropped Night Cat to the 
floor.  The busty blonde landed on her feet just like a cat.  It was 
something to keep in mind.  Before she got any ideas though, I 
commanded her wrist cuffs to snap behind her back and I yanked her 
ankles out from under her feet.  She landed hard on her knees and 
winced.

	"Approach me on your knees," I said.  "Crawl to me.  If you 
stand, I'll have Helper Seven whip your friend for an hour as 
punishment."

	Zapper muttered something that her gag prevented us from hearing.  
Sunset Knife just sobbed.  Night Cat glared at me but she began 
crawling.  Slowly, with her exposed tits bouncing from side to side, 
Night Cat crawled to me.  It was a long crawl, especially with her 
hands still bound behind her back.  I enjoyed every second of it.

	When she had crawled close enough, I reached down and grabbed a 
handful of her right breast.  My exo-glove increased my strength as I 
painfully squeezed her tit.  Night Cat whimpered behind her gag while 
my fingers sank into her soft flesh.  For fun, I had the nipple disk 
constrict by fifty percent.  That got a nice muffled cry of pain from 
her.

	With my other hand I unzipped my pants.  Night Cat's eyes widened 
behind her mask.  Good, I wanted her to see my cock as I pulled it out.  
Her eyes grew even wider at the strange sight.  I had heavily modified 
my cock with a few improvements.  For one thing, it was mostly cold 
steel.  Oh, I still had sensitivity.  I could feel the slightest touch 
on my metal cock thanks to a complicated relay system installed.  
Still, just the sight of metal erection stunned the poor Night Cat.

	"My offer to you is simple," I explained.  "Helper Seven is going 
to continue to whip your friend there.  She will do us until I climax.  
Yes, my cock is fully functional.  You will suck me off until I climax, 
and the longer you take, the longer your friend suffers.  Nod once if 
you understand."

	Night Cat nodded.  I plucked the white ball from between her lips 
and dropped it to the floor.  She gasped once the ball was removed but 
I didn't give her any time to relax her jaw.  I grabbed her harshly by 
the hair and lifted her head to my cock.  My hand forced her down over 
my cock while my other hand retained its painful grip on her poor 
breast.

	Ahhh, it was nice to have a slut's mouth on me again.    
	
Helper Seven resumed her whipping of Sunset Knife.  The Asian 
started screaming again and that certainly encouraged Night Cat to suck 
harder.  The busty heroine was sucking me down like a true heroine, 
licking and nibbling with all she had to save her friend.  My cock was 
deep in her throat but she still swallowed everything I had.  She tried 
biting down but she found out that my cock really was made of steel.  
Her blonde hair fell over my lap and I could feel the leather of her 
mask rubbing against my crotch.  My hand was still squeezing her tit, 
and every time I squeezed harder, Night Cat would deliciously moan in 
pain with her lips still around my cock.

Up and down Night Cat bobbed with my hand still wrapped tightly 
in her hair.  She slowed down at one point and I pulled her hair to 
yank her off of my cock.  She stared at me from behind that leather cat 
mask with those pretty blue eyes, curious why I had stopped her.  I 
didn't tell her why.  I merely slapped her across the face once, twice, 
three times and then shoved her stinging face back over my cock.  She 
fumed in helpless anger and started sucking me faster again.  Nothing 
encourages a slut more than a little face slapping.

Helper Seven had continued her methodical whipping.  You could no 
longer see the individual stripes of welts on Sunset's body anymore.  
Her entire body was red and glowing from the abuse she had been given.  
The laser-whip struck everywhere, from the bottom of her calves all the 
way up to tiny flicks on her face.  The Asian's eyes were bulging in 
shock at how much one body could hurt.  Every once in awhile her eyes 
would meet mine and I could see her struggling with herself over 
whether to beg for mercy from me.  She never did, and that impressed 
me.

"Suck harder slut," I told Night Cat.  "Can't you hear your 
friend suffering?"

Night Cat whimpered but she did suck harder on my metal cock.  To 
add to her discomfort, I enlarged my cock an extra three inches.  Night 
Cat choked as my metal extended but my grip on her hair kept her pinned 
to me.  A little choking was good for a slut.  

I was close to climaxing so I released my grip on her tit and 
used both hands to hold her silky blonde hair.  Night Cat whimpered as 
I wrapped both hands in her hair and twisted hard.  I looked down to 
see her staring up at me in hatred as I fucked her mouth.  I do love it 
when a woman in a mask glares at me.  It makes it that much more fun to 
pop in their mouth.

A grunt was the only warning I gave Night Cat when I climaxed.  
Course, nothing could prepare her for how my modified cock ejaculated.  
It literally shot my come out in a pressured spray, coating the inside 
of her mouth and throat with my seed.  Night Cat choked as the sudden 
flood entered her mouth but my tight grip kept her sealed over my cock.

Seconds after I climaxed, Night Cat moaned a deep guttural moan 
of pleasure that made me chuckle.  Aphrodisiac X had done its job once 
again.  Night Cat was experiencing an euphoria that couldn't be 
measured.  Instead of rejecting me she started sucking really hard now, 
trying to coax every drop of the pleasure-inducing come that she could.  
When I pulled her off of my cock, her mouth made a 'POP" noise as my 
cock left her lips.

"No more for you, slut," I chuckled.  

Night Cat was too busy licking her lips to answer.  I put my foot 
on her chest and kicked her back.  Falling over seemed to shake her out 
of her stupor but I wasn't about to let her speak.  I mentally 
commanded the gag that was lying on the floor to return to her mouth.  
The now dirty ball flew to her lips and I enjoyed the look of disgust 
that appeared on her face.

"Return to your cage by the time I count to seven, or else I will 
let Helper Seven continue whipping your friend."

Night Cat muttered something that the gag prevented me from 
hearing.  She got up and ran as fast as she could back to her cage.  I 
didn't even get to four in my count.  Once in her cage, she looked at 
Sunset Knife and visibly recoiled from the tortured sight she saw.  
Night Cat looked back at me and unleashed a new stream of gagged 
insults.

"Helper Seven, cease punishing Sunset Knife and grant her 
pleasure."

"Yes, Master," my robot replied.  She turned off the laser-whip 
and returned it to her storage compartment.  Standing behind the bound 
woman, Helper Seven reached under Sunset's ass and slipped her middle 
finger into Sunset's cunt.  Sunset's eyes snapped open but instead of a 
scream she uttered one long sensuous moan.

  "Yes, even the slightest touch in her pussy can cause pleasure 
once under the effects of Aphrodisiac X," I told the stunned Zapper and 
Night Cat.  "Before long, you too will be begging for a finger inside 
you."

If they had any doubts Sunset Knife's hip movements soon 
dispelled them.  The bound Asian was actually thrusting into Helper 
Seven's golden finger.  It was no surprise.  Her body had been 
chemically altered to block out pain at the slightest sexual arousal.  
Each thrust of her athletic body was diminishing the brutal whipping 
she had just undergone.  Instead of whimpering in pain, Sunset was 
whimpering because the Kinetic-cuffs were stopping her from 
masturbating.  She had to rely on the cold affections of Helper Seven.

Helper Seven activated the vibration option on her finger and 
Sunset Knife moaned like a cat in heat.  Her whole body convulsed and 
twisted in the Kinetic-cuffs as she relished the extra stimulation.  
Night Cat and Zapper couldn't believe their eyes as Sunset Knife's welt 
covered body humped Helper Seven's finger.  The heroine was out of 
shame, she just wanted to climax.

"Yes!" Sunset Knife hissed as she finally came.  Helper Seven 
removed her glistening finger and wiped it on the Asian's hair.  Sunset 
didn't care.  She was completely defeated and exhausted.  When Helper 
Seven stepped out of her cage, I deactivated the Kinetic-cuffs and 
watched as Sunset collapsed to the ground.  The worn out heroine didn't 
move an inch on the floor.  She was done for.  That didn't stop me from 
sending a flying gag into her mouth though.  

"I'm turning off your restraints," I told the women.  "You'll 
find your cages inescapable.  I will leave the gags in your mouth so 
that you con contemplate your new fates as my sluts.  No sense in you 
ladies giving each other false hope.  Oh, and I also encourage you to 
masturbate.  Remember, every orgasm you have reduces your will to 
escape."

With that final bit of advice, I left the Cage Room with Helper 
Seven following behind me.  I had a feeling it was going to be a long 
night for my new toys.     

To be continued,

Though to be honest, I am more likely to continue this story if I 
receive positive encouragement at garvagemaster493@hotmail.com

  
            
	  
	         

	        

	  

   

	  

	 
	         
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