An electrifying walk

The command was easier said than done. Redwing's ankles were held shoulder-width apart by the shackles, and when she attempted to move her right foot forward, her reflexes caused her to shift her body above her left foot. In the last instant. She stopped herself, barely managing to avoid touching the bar with her pussy-connected ring as she shifted her body back, barely having moved her foot forward an inch. As the second strongest of Earth's heroes, she used to fly through the air with easy; now walking was a challenge for her. Redwing let out a weak moan.

"Take too long, and I'll punish you," warned Dusklord.

A twinge of pleasure rippled through Lilly when she heard his threat. It startled her, making her cheeks flush both with arousal and embarrassment at her own perverted side. She made another attempt to step forward; this time deliberately rocking her arms to offset her shift in weight. Her eyes intently watched the hoop in front of her crotch as she tentatively stepped forward. She felt the collar tug at her neck, pulled sideways by her shifting arms, but she was able to step forward without touching the bar.

Lilly's legs trembled and her heart raced. She swallowed the lump in her throat caused by the strange mixture of emotions and was again reminded of her collar. Why did this feel so good? An intoxicating mixture of vulnerability and arousal made her skin prickle like it could feel every molecule of air kissing it. She didn't feel like she was a superhero. Perhaps because there was no real danger, her powers were distant; her instincts were as eager to call on them now as when she bought groceries from the corner store. But she wasn't buying groceries. Lilly was bound and naked, a helpless young woman collared and forced to play a villains perverted game. She took another trembling step forward.

Her pace was arduously slow. Even though Lilly was careful to not touch the bar, her body tingled like it was being electrified. It was impossible to forget she wore a collar; ever movement of her arms tugged on her neck, sometimes on her buttplug as well. Likewise with each step, the double-penetrated slave felt the shaft within her pussy, it's metal studs threatening pain, and it's leather surface promising pleasure. Each step arousing her further, she shuffled on, dragging the ankle restraints with her.

After a few minutes, she'd managed to walk to the first of the plastic supports that held the bar up, but her final steps were slowed by trepidation. There was no apparent way to get her ring around the support. Gingerly Lily probed the plastic with her ring; she was very aware that whatever she touched with the metal hoop literally had a direct line to her pussy, but with her strict bondage she had no other options. Fortunately, there was no burst of lightning within her most sensitive spot. In fact, the plastic support moved slightly, bending forward on some previously invisible hinge. Encouraged, Lilly pushed again, and it pushed back. There must have been a spring trying to keep it upright, not strong enough to stop Lilly, but it's steady press shifted the dildo within her. Involuntarily she moaned as the phallus found her g-spot; the plugged heroine stumbled at the pleasure coursing through her veins.

And then the ring grazed the bar.

A jolt danced up Lilly's pussy, causing her tender tunnel to tighten around the studded shaft within. A moan that wasn't entirely pain escaped the captive's lips. It was only a graze, so the moment ended as quick as it started. Lilly staggered slightly as the memory of the sensation tingled up her spine; she managed to avoid touching the bar again, but only barely.

Quivering like a helpless civilian, Lilly took another tiny step forward; now that she had felt the shock in her pussy, Lilly was all the more afraid of it. And aroused by it.

Her shackled steps took her clear of the plastic arm. Lilly gasped tenderly as the pressure was removed from her dildo. The arm swung back into its vertical position, not particularly loudly, but it was enough to make the helpless heroine flinch.

Lilly continued on, her pace still slowed by her bondage. She reached the other plastic supports one by one, briefly pushing them down with her dildo mounted apparatus. Occasionally, her ring would touch the electrified bar and she'd let out a pathetic cry or weak whimper while her pussy was punished. An irresistible vulnerability crept throughout her body, not from just the bondage and the pain, but the stimulation too. Her body felt more sensitive that it ever had been before. Her nipples were erect as if reaching forward and begging to be touched. Every shift in the air around her felt like a hand caressing her. She was constantly reminded of how naked she truly was and how much the slightest touch could effect her. Dusklord was watching her he could reach out caress her, pinch her, slap her, and the great Redwing, the second most powerful being on earth, had no say in it, no matter how much she wanted it. And she hadn't even made it halfway across the room.

The other side of the room was still obscured by Dusklord's shadowy mist. Lilly's imagination filled the inky fog with dozens of torture devices to whip and shock her sensitive flesh. Or maybe there'd be vibrators to edge her and make her beg. A jolt shot through her pussy. Lilly yelped. Looking forward had made her lose focus on the rod. She stiffened her whole body so she wouldn't be shocked again before cautiously resuming her walk.

The darkness barely yielded even when she entered it. The thick shadows encircled her as she nervously stepped into them, swirling around her and only allowing her to see about a foot of the tormenting bar between her legs. In the past, a fraction of her power could have scattered it like lightning at midnight, but now restrained by her promise, she was at its mercy. A gentle buzz danced across her skin, but Lilly didn't know if Dusklord was teasing her with his living shadow, or her subconscious was just reacting to the mixture of fear and anticipation she felt.

The captive's already slow speed was halved by the blackness. Sometimes it's tendrils would even block her view of the charged bar and she'd have to avoid it through memory alone. Which caused her to have more painful brushes with electricity twice in the first couple feet. She trembled as she advanced; the hopelessness of her situation thundered in her heart. The void smothered her. Somewhere within her subconscious, her animal instincts told her she was trapped, black walls loomed impossibly close on all sides. She knew it wasn't true, but that didn't stop a twinge of her claustrophobia from tormenting her.

Lily couldn't imagine how things could get any worse for her, or more erotic.

That was until the strap behind her back tightened. Her head was yanked back and her back was arched as the hook dug into her ass. The helpless heroine mewled meekly; she'd lost all sight of the electrified bar, and her tits were now pressed invitingly forward begging to be toyed with.

Answering this silent plea, Dusklord swung a flogger through the air and brought it down on Lilly's young tits. She squealed and stopped her reflexes wanting her to retreat, but Dusklord commanded her to go forward. "Keep moving, bitch; you don't have all day. Left, right, left, right," he barked, while cruelly dictating his rhythm on her breasts.

The vicious touch of the tails on her young breasts was very distracting for the bound captive, but she managed to stagger forward. This didn't do much good, however. Dusklord still smacked her pert tits. Moreover her clumsy steps caused her dildo to repeatedly tap against the electrified bar. Strangely enough Lilly felt a surge of pleasure each time, perhaps her arousal was en-kindling a masochism in her, or perhaps each jolt reached more than just her pain receptors; either way her pussy twitched and squeezed eagerly around the tormenting shaft within.

"Perhaps you need more motivation." Dusklord was close enough that Lilly could feel his breath on her ear. "Do you know what will happen if you run out of time? By the way you don't have much left." The rhythmic smacking of her tits slowed, and Dusklord's hand stroked up her inner thigh.

Between trembling steps and halting breaths, Redwing nodded.

"If you take too long, I'm going to tie you naked to a table, and present you to the sleaziest of my henchmen."

The helpless victim stumbled and yelped as her pussy was shocked again.

Dusklord's hand worked itself under her harness, pressing into her mons pubis. "I'm sure that after a few hours all your orifices will be sore and leaking quite a lot of cum." His fingers probed between Redwing's legs until they found her clit. He pinched it not quite hard enough to be painful, but he laughed sadistically when she moaned in response.

With buckling legs, Redwing tried to step forward, but her captor held her. He embraced her from behind tendrils of his shadow encircling her like an icy blanket. Her mind screamed that she'd been swallowed by an abyss, while Dusklord continued to rub her clit. Was this his plan all along? Give her the illusion of a competition only to force her to fail then punish her with a gangbang? Lilly moaned pleasure oozed from her clit like gasoline waiting for a match. Her mind filled with images of her tied to a filthy bar, covered in criminal's jizz, billiard balls crammed into her tight yet well used holes, and tally marks on her thigh counting just how many times she'd cum during her ordeal.

This vile fantasy brought with it a surge of passion that pushed Redwing over the edge. Her knees wobbled at for a moment it seemed like she was going to collapse, but as the throes of delight overwhelmed her, she stood on her tip toes, yanking up on the charged bar. It, in turn, flooded her pussy with tingling electricity that easily entwined with the waves of pleasure.

As the euphoria relaxed into a sublime caress, Lilly became aware that Dusklord was helping her balance. She felt his firm grip on the collar that still forced her back into a lewd curve. He loosened his hold allowing her to weakly stumble forward into the blackness. She only managed a half step before her pert breast touched something cold enough to make the mighty Redwing squeak. The uncaring metal of the opposite wall, she guessed.

"Well, you made it, with seconds to spare," taunted Dusklord, "I guess my men won't be defiling you just yet, but I see no reason why they can't enjoy a small taste of your young body now," he added while his hands slithered over Redwing.