Atlanta

StrongGal begins her mission to abduct Atlanta.

The time was finally here for Kelvo to take his risk. StrongGal had become a more promising candidate than he could have hoped for. Her strength benchmarks were not much higher than anticipated but she was surprisingly robust. She healed quickly and was incredibly durable. Her mental state was also much easier to manipulate than he could have hoped for. Her recent sexual escapade during training was proof that there were plenty of weak points for him to potentially use later. He hoped she would succeed but now he also hoped that she survived the encounter. He had prepared the capture team to allow her to fall if it gave them the opportunity to surprise Atlanta. He wouldn’t change these orders, she was expendable, but he hoped not to have to lose her.

“How are you feeling StrongGal?” He asked over the intercom.

“Like I’m about to do something I’ll regret.” She examined the collar he fitted her with. “Won’t this be suspicious?”

“I’m sure Atlanta will have plenty of questions but I doubt your collar will be at the top of her list of curiosities. Remember, you’ll probably have to explain your disappearance.”

“I know. I was on vacation.”

“Good. Now, I will have to cover your eyes and ears as we prepare to transport you.”

“I know. I don’t see why it has to be fetish gear though.”

“It’s more fun that way.” Kelvo watched as she pulled the latex mask over her head and donned the blindfold. She then secured the noise canceling earmuffs and stood ready. The guards came into her cell and escorted her towards the car. James was one of the men escorting her and he lifted her earmuff.

“A gift from me to you super sow.” StrongGal recognized the voice and felt as he pressed a round object against her lips. He tightened something behind her head and the ball gag entered her mouth and forced her jaw open. She shover her elbow back and caught James in the ribs of his armor. He doubled over but quickly caught up to their captive and his comrade. His comrade smiled and cupped her muscular ass as they moved her into the van. StrongGal knew this was all part of their game, to humiliate her, and she was frustrated it was working. She felt like a sex doll in her tight uniform and ball gag. As the van hummed along she couldn’t help it as drool slid from her lips. She was under constant threat with this collar. If she chose to try to escape here Kelvo would probably just shock her to death or detonate the bomb. She prepared herself for what was to come. She would have to abduct Atlanta.

Unbeknownst to StrongGal, the caputure team was having a ball taking pictures of her in her ball gag. They slid their cameras between her thighs to get the outline of her pussy lips through the costume, they posed next to her head, making sure to highlight her gag and drool. Many of them were bitter about the harsh training sessions and saw this as an opportunity to soothe their battered egos. After a few hours the van came to a stop. James removed the ball gag and blindfold and earmuffs. StrongGal immediately tore away the latex mask and threw it to the ground. She stepped out of the van to the smell of the ocean. It was sunny and bright and her eyes took a moment to adjust. One of the men handed her an earpiece and she put it in.

“Can you hear me StrongGal?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Excellent. Atlanta was sighted nearby by my team. It’s a quiet day and the cycle of the moon has made her weaker. This is our best chance to secure her. My team will give you some tools, but if all else fails, you’ll need to subdue her.” StrongGal felt her nerves roiling in her stomach. “Once you’ve secured at Atlanta, my team will pick you both up.”

“And if she starts beating the shit out me you’ll just watch?”

“We will assist how we can.”

“And what are you going to do to her?”

“I just want to speak with her.”

“No chance she’s going to end up in your weird sex dungeon?”

“Just because you had sex in my dungeon, doesn’t make it a sex dungeon. A statistical anomaly if you will.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works but whatever. I want reassurance that once I do this, my sister is safe forever.”

“I promise that after you secure Atlanata, you will never fear for your sister’s safety from me.”

StrongGal didn’t trust any of this but she didn’t have much of a choice. She was not confident she could withstand a bomb exploding on her neck and rolling those dice would only be a last resort. Two of the capture team opened a box and ushered StrongGal over.

“This is a gas mask, you’ll need to hide it somehow before you use this.” He pointed to a small round object. “This contains a potent gas that should knock anyone within several meters of the explosion unconscious within 2 minutes. You’ll need to ensure she inhales at least a couple times while in the cloud, so get it close and make sure you have your mask on.” They placed the gas mask and grenade in a paper bag and handed them to her. “Additionally, this is an injectable paralytic. The needle was tested on you so even if she is durable, it should work.”

“I’m hearing a lot of should’s.”

“We don’t know the extent of her durability or stamina. On any normal person these would be overkill but they were much less effective on you. We are assuming the same goes for most supers.”

“So i need to get close, stick her with this, and then gas her if that doesnt work?”

“That’s the idea. We also have a stun baton, if you want it.”

“I mean shit, I’ll take it. Do you have a belt or something I can put these on so I’m not walking up carrying a bunch of weapons?”

“Sure, we’ll prep that.”

StrongGal put on the belt, it clashed with her outfit but there wasn’t time to worry about that now.

“Good luck.” Kelvo said in her ear.

“Thanks.” StrongGal said venemously. With that she made her way down the road parallel to the beach. This was the first time she’d been outside in weeks and it felt incredible. The smell of the ocean and the cool breeze clashing with the warm sun on her face made for an odd backdrop to a kidnapping. She walked for over an hour, stopped several times to take pictures with people who recognized her before seeing Atlanta knee deep in the water as she carried someone out of the ocean.

Atlanta had beautiful brown skin, covered by a green sports bra shaped scaled armor and a similar pair of short shorts. She struck an impressive figure, muscular but thin, lithe, and floaty as she walked. She moved effortlessly through the waves as if the water parted around her legs.

She laid the almost drowned man on his back on the shore and made to return to the ocean. StrongGal sprinted over.

“Atlanta!” She called after the hero.

Atlanta turned to see who called. She looked like she was about to keep walking but StrongGal was too fast for her to ignore.

“Greetings.” She said, her voice stern.

“Do you not recognize me?” StrongGal asked, as if offended.

“No.” Atlanta replied flatly.

“I’m StrongGal!”

“I don’t know you. Good day.” She said as she attempted to return to the sea.

“Wait, remember we fought Mad Maniac together.”

Atlanta stopped and looked at StrongGal as though seeing her for the first time.

“Ah yes, StrongGal, very on the nose. You threw his truck at him.”

“That’s me!”

“Good to see you.” StrongGal was getting frustrated as Atlanta turned to leave again.

“You wanna grab lunch?”

“Are you desperate for friends?” Atlanta asked, clearly annoyed.

“I just don’t know that many Supers and I thought maybe we could catch up.” StrongGal didn’t have to act offended. She had expected Atlanta to be standoffish but this was ridiculous.

Atlanta looked uncomfortable and she shifted slightly towards the beckoning waves.

“Look I know it’s weird.”

“Are you asking me on a date?” Atlanta cut her off. StrongGal was taken aback.

“Yes. I would like to go on a date with you.”

Atlanta continued to eye the brawny woman in front of her. “Hmm. Fine. I will meet you at Jordan’s seafront at 4pm.”

“Yay! I’ll be there.”

“I would have expected you to be.” With that Atlanta slipped into the ocean.

“Smooth.” Kelvo hummed in StrongGal’s ear.

“Shut up.”