A maiden in iron

A slight twinge of apprehension tingled in the back of Redwing's mind. Yes, she'd asked for this; she'd certainly fantasized about this, but some part of her was hesitant. There was still that little voice in the back of her head screaming at her that this was dirty and perverse, that she wasn't some gutter whore to be toyed with by criminals. It was right Redwing realized as she nervously bit her lip and it made her want to be used all the more.

She wanted to ask what the villain was going to do with her, but not knowing and imagining the worst was so much more arousing. Dusklord fiddled with her harness for a few seconds before it slowly slurped out of her freshly-climaxed pussy. She heard sounds of things sliding about; one such noise coming from between her legs, made her think the electrified rod had retreated, but with the black fog and the wall in front of her face, she had no way of knowing. Dusklord also removed her ankle shackles and ordered her to stand with her feet together. Lilly obeyed, not entirely sure the rod had been moved, and expecting her thighs to be zapped as she inched them closer together.

There was no zap; a tad disappointed, Redwing found herself only stepping onto a metal panel resting on the floor. The black mist began to thin, and Lilly risked a look around. Laid flat against the wall, some structure of black steel was splayed like the wings of a butterfly. Its coffin-like structure became immediately apparent, as with a rusty squeak the two halves on her right and left began to fold in like wings. We'll be trapped, her brain screamed, and she had to fight the urge to spring back as the metal slowly cocooned her. A darkness and claustrophobia infinitely more real than Dusklord's wisps slowly swallowed her whole.

Redwing's heart thundered inside her chest. It was pitch black inside her tight canister, but she knew exactly how close the walls were. She could feel her breath scrape against the metal surface in front of her. Every sound clawed at her ears as it bounced around her confined space. Primal panic tugged at her. Millions of years of evolution tugged at her mind, telling her subconscious she was trapped in a cave-in, or swallowed by a monster, or something worse. It was quite scary, and very exciting.

Her claustrophobic prison moved, causing Redwing to touch the wall with her back. It delivered a surprisingly painful jolt. She yelped, hearing her own pathetic cry wriggle through the canister with her. The space felt even smaller; now she couldn't even touch the walls of her tiny prison without being punished. Which proved particularly hard as the captured superheroine was moved. She was jostled within her cramped space and, despite her best efforts, a part of her often brushed one of the electrified walls: her shoulder, her ass, even her tit (that was particularly painful).

Eventually, she stopped moving, and Lilly was left alone with her fear. She chewed her lip. She wouldn't say she was having fun; the darkness and oppressive nature of her prison felt like it was choking her at times. But the helplessness wasn't bad; it was really the opposite of bad. It just wasn't good, in the normal way at least. She was playing on the knife's edge of fear and desire.

After being left in her juxtaposing thoughts and stale air for an eternity, the helpless heroine heard a latch slip at her prison's front. A thrill pulsed through her at the sound. She knew that even if she was released it was just so a worse fate would befall her. But she wasn't to be released. A hatch opened to merely expose her breasts, letting secondhand light weakly seep into her container and allowing cool air to caress her young chest. And it wasn't the only thing allowed to feel her full breasts, soon Redwing felt hands groping and fondling her bare globes. Plenty of hands actually, it seemed all who passed by could enjoy her tits to their heart's content. Redwings gasps and moans sounded pathetic to her, desperate and helpless, as they were reflected back to her, but she couldn't help herself.

It was obvious that men and women were enjoying her available flesh. Sometimes it was just a passing caress, while others would take their time to knead her soft flesh, some would even suck or nibble on her nipples. Lily found herself whimpering extra meekly when either nubbin of nerves was played with.

There was nothing to distract her in the tiny prison, just the feeling of her breasts being played with, the helpless sounds she made, and her own thoughts. The captive heroine wondered what tale he'd told his underlings before giving them access to her. Was she a subordinate who had failed him, or a captured and humiliated foe. Or had he told them the truth that this was her fantasy they were helping with.

She moaned. The naughtiness of that last thought flowed through her just as someone decided to slap her displayed tit. It didn't hurt, well maybe a little, but the sharp impact sent a jolt of delight up her spine. She moaned. Her reflexive response sounded whorish as it curled about her metal canister.

Arousal throbbed throughout her. If she was this depraved, this eager to be a plaything, shouldn't she be masturbating while in captivity? It seemed as good a rationale as any. Sneakily, her hands slid towards her aching pussy. The trapped heroine yelped as her movements caused her vulnerable flesh to brush the walls of her electrified container. And just like her moans, this startled squeal was reflected back to her weak and helpless.

Lustfully sucking on her lip, the imprisoned heroine started touching her moist slit. She tenderly stroked her middle finger along her folds before plunging it in seaking out her clit. Feverishly she rubbed herself, the strain of standing so still multiplying her desire. A thin glisten of sweat kissed her skin, by the time she plunged her middle and ring fingers into her wet womanhood. Her moans rose in passion as she fingered herself, feeling delight surge through her with each thrust. She quickly became lost in the pleasure.

The sudden slap was utterly startling, causing her to lose her balance and bump into the electrified walls. She let out a weak yelp, and it sounded like whoever was outside chuckled at her misfortune. More slaps followed, a rhythmic beating of her young female flesh. The vulnerability of her situation oozed through her like honey as she twitched reflexively from the new pain, yet tried to avoid the charged walls of her tiny prison.

As the tit slapping continued, poor helpless Lilly fingered herself faster and faster. She had no idea who was violating her tits, making the sensations all the more intense. That was until she felt the silk tendrils snake over her soft orbs. Redwing had fought her master enough times to recognize his touch.

Pleasure continued to mount her thoughts and churn within her whole body. Captive and captivated, the super-slut fingered her needy twat with ever increasing intensity. Without warning, the front of her prison swung open, and the shame of Lilly's activities were bared for her master to see. This sudden exposure didn't diminish her arousal in any way, and the former heroine continued to desperately touch herself as Dusklord slowly stepped forward.

His hand sternly replaced hers, and he probed the deep recesses of her intimate organ. He advanced further pressing his body into her, forcing her against the (thankfully no longer electrified) steel behind her. Lilly yielded to her master, delighting in his firm kiss as her hands tugged at his suit to pull him closer. "Cum for me," he softly ordered, breaking their kiss only momentarily.

Her obedience of this lewd command came moments after. A spasm of delight jolted throughout her whole body curling her toes and making her suck deeply on her master's mouth while her lower lips tightened around his fingers. A web of Dusklord's shadows held the climaxing heroine up as she surrendered to the ecstasy.

Letting the gentle euphoria continue to roll through her. Lilly slumped further into the inky bands, feeling them wrap entirely around her. They gripped her tight, dimpling her young flesh. More tendrils sprung out, acting like legs to carry Redwing beside Dusklord. "Where are you taking me?" she asked indignantly, but more strands of darkness simply gagged her. As her arch rival's cocooned captive, Redwing was dragged through the dark granite halls to parts unknown.