A wet morning

Redwing didn't end up going back to sleep. She managed to force the feelings of arousal and resulting guilt to the back of her mind by counting sheep, but a restlessness remained. The athletic young woman suspected it was morning and time for her usual exercises, but a window, much like clothes, was not a luxury she had as a defeated and humiliated captive in Dusklord's dungeon.

After some time, which the prisoner could only guess at because she didn't have a clock either, Dusklord crept into her room carrying a bucket of water. The gentleman villian had a rather uncharacteristicly giddy smile tugging at his lips as he prepared to splash his wake up call onto Redwing. He of course realised she was awake, and his face fell somewhat. But with a shrug, he chose to dump the ice water unto the helpless heroine anyway. He laughed joyfully as Redwing yelp and jumped against her bonds. "Rise and shine," he said still chuckling light-heartedly.

It was a chuckle that proved infections as Redwing couldn't help but grin at his glee. Yet she still managed a somewhat hateful glare after a moment. "What do you plan to do with me, you vile imp?" she spat back at him trying to play the role of a captured heroine. "Parade me naked in front of your minions to show your supposed superiority?"

Dusklord's grin shifted to the more confident smirk, the kind you can only master through decades of being an arch villain. "Would you like me to?" He was asking for consent.

She would, she realized. It had just been a simple thing to say, but now that he was seriously asking her, the idea was very appealing. The desire to be publically degraded was like a lance of arousal burning burning out from her deepest desires. But it would ruin the game to out right say it, so Lilly let her body speak for her. Seductively, she chewed her lip and balled her hands into fists as the implications of his offer churned through her. No, it wasn't an offer, that mischievous masochist within her said. He'd already made up his mind. She was going to be suffer like only a defeated captive could; her arch nemesis just wanted to know if it would be a dreaded fate for her, or if she'd be doubly humiliated by enjoying it. Redwing rubbed her legs together, or tried to; the chains spreading her across the bed wouldn't allow even that. As arousal forced the desire to fidget upon her she could only placate it by wiggling her young chest enticingly. "I'm your captive," she whispered meekly, "your toy to do whatever you like to."

Dusklord raised an eyebrow at her response. "Indeed, and since you're my plaything, I get to do something every villian for the past 200 years has wanted to do to a captive damsel." He loomed over her. It might have been Lilly's imagination, but the light grew dim and her chains became just a bit tighter. His hand trailed up her leg to her wet pussy, but stayed on the cusp of pleasuring her as he leaned over her close enough that she could feel his hot breath on her cheek. After a moment of letting her squirm in frustration, he softly whispered, "I'm going to tie you to the tracks."

Waiting was the worst part. Okay, maybe being naked and collared was the worst part, but either way Lilly could barely stand the denial twisting within her loins. But Dusklord insisted she have a breakfast and shower before any fun could begin, guiding her to a much more normal section of the concrete bunker. This section even had wooden floors. He'd even let her shower in privacy, which was super weird because he was easily able to ogle her naked glory both before and after she washed herself in the steamy water.

Of course the prospect of relieving some of the tension by masturbating in the shower crossed her mind quite a few times. The shower even had a detachable head. But it wouldn't be the same if the pleasure wasn't forced on her by her captor. A part of her wondered if it was some sort of a test. Was Dusklord watching her through a hidden camera, or a oneway mirror? Lilly's heart pounded as she imagined being punished for orgasming without permission. Would the footage of her masturbation be released? Or perhaps she'd be forced to publically play with herself. Repeatedly cum over and over until her body couldn't anymore. Redwing had never tested her limits in that way, but as a young superhero, she had impressive stamina. Could she mange fifty public orgasms at her own hand? Her pussy buzzed with delight at the thought. After towelling off, Redwing stepped towards her captor still damp and very wet.

The period of denial eventually ended, and Dusklord led his leashed heroine back to the military part of the bunker. Redwing felt her anticipation build as she stepped onto the cold cement again and began to boil when she saw the room of her first challenge as Dusklord's captive.

The apparatus was long spanning the entirety of a room big enough to be a hanger. Some sort of steel bar on some twenty or so plastic supports, Lilly stared at it wondering how it be used to torment her body. She could be bent over it and spanked or fucked. Dusklord had said he'd tie her to the tracks; maybe she'd be bound to it like a nude monorail and be dragged along through various punishment, her pussy leaving a slick line of lube as it was ground against the cool metal. One end of the bar was hidden in shadow, any number of cruel mechanisms could be lying in wait.

"Get moving whore!" Dusklord snapped. A tendril of living shadow coalesced in his hand, and he swung it towards her naked ass. Instead of smacking her vulnerable posterior, however, it hooked at the last second and dove into her tight anus.

Redwing stiffened and whimpered quietly as the tip enlarged within her. Mercilessly, Dusklord gave the anal leash a gentle tug that made the young woman's knees quake. She followed him, being guided by the humiliated leash. It teased her terribly, stretching her hole just the right amount to give her a taste of anal sex.

Walking was difficult; she staggered and had to fight against the reflex to turn her ass to him with every tug. It was a deviously subtle torture. Lilly wondered how she would have reacted if this wasn't a game. Would she still be aroused? Possibly. She'd probably try to hide it behind angry grunts or a vicious snarl, but it wouldn't work. Eventually her captors would smell her arousal as she could now.

Dusklord marched his squirming captive directly to the room spanning bar then along it's length towards the well lit end. The leashed hero still had no idea what it was for, but she knew it was long and knew that he wanted her to know how long. There were two more rails imbedded in the ground on either side. Perhaps anchor points for her upcoming bondage. Lilly was sure she'd be tied in some way to this track, but had no idea how. The bar was too low to tease her pussy if she walked above it.

Lilly felt her attention build. Her senses drank in her surroundings: the smell of wet concrete, the echo of Dusklords steps across the otherwise silent room, the gentle pull of her leash within her. Skin prickling with sweat, she reached the wall having gained no information.

Her captor commanded her to stop with a sharp upward pull on her anal leash that made Redwing yelp to her tiptoes. "Cross your arms behind your back," he ordered coolly, "cup your elbows."

Redwing obeyed. She looked at him over her shoulder, wondering what his view of her was like. This pose highlighted her feminine curves, in her full ass, her arched back, and the glimpse of her breast. It was even a bit graceful with the way her fingers curled up her elbow. Despite her outward poise, Lilly's heart raised. She was Dusklord's toy, his plaything. He'd let her drink-in the presence of this unknown torture device, and instead of telling her what it did, he was making her stand all prim and vulnerable beside it. He could force her on it any second now, or let the anticipation build for hours.

The tendril of darkness that penetrated her ass, began to wriggle up her back like an inky tongue. Redwing shivered as it traced her spine. It expanded to encase her forearms in a latex muff, then continued on. Slithering between her shoulder blades it reached her neck. She tried to control her breathing as inch by inch it slowly encircled her throat. Once it had, the rope of shadow running down her back tightened abruptly, simultaneously tugging on her plug and her collar. The helpless heroine gasped as her body was bent into an even more alluring curve.

"Straddle the bar," her captor ordered before Lily had fully adjusted to the snugness of her bondage.

She gingerly obeyed; she had to raise her left leg high to clear, and with her hands box-tied behind her back balancing was tricky. Just as her toes touched the concrete floor, her right thigh grazed the steel bar.

And it shocked her.

A small jolt of electricity licked her inner thigh. Redwing yelped in surprise and quickly widened her legs to avoid future zaps. Fortunately her exposed womanhood was still several inches above the bar, but the danger of her next predicament tickled in the back of her mind.

Helplessly bound and spread, Redwing watched as her captor opened up a small case containing various bits of chain and other metal bindings. He started by applying a cuff around each ankle and anchoring it with a short chain into the tracks she'd noticed earlier. Dusklord crouched beside her, securing one of her legs with his own hands while his shadow tendrils saw to the other. When he was finished, he glanced up fully appreciating the sight of her tight pussy with a smirk, then slowly stood up. His fingers trailed up the inside of her leg but stopped just short of her lower lips, a gentle reminder that he could touch her as much or as little as he wanted.

The last piece of Redwing's bondage was a harness. Even as a limp collection of straps it obviously meant for her crotch because of the attached dildo. The shaft was made from stiff black rubber but had steel studs poking out of it. These little bumps were cold to the touch and made Lilly squirm as the toy was slowly slid into her slick hole. Having her ass stuffed, made the young hero's pussy all the tighter, and the walls of her sensitive tunnel wrapped firmly around its intruder. A short arm extended from her dildo harness about six inches. At this arms end, Dusklord assembled a small metal ring, pointing down to encircle the electrified bar. It was fairly easy for Lilly to piece together what this would entail. If she wasn't careful, the ring would touch the electrified rail, and a jolt would no doubt travel up her dildo to painfully tickle her pussy.

Dusklord stepped back enjoying the sight of the bound heroine before ordering her to walk.