Redwing's First Time in the Maker

Lilly was hanging on by a thread. Her arms were burning, her upper chest was sore. Muscles she didn't normally use for such an extended period of time were making their complaints felt. Sweat beaded her body gleaming under the soft light in the cell. She could feel her brown hair sticking to her skin, as she heaved for breath. Her hands were still held by the shackles, a chain wrapped around both her fingers which she used to haul herself upwards. By now, the chain had left an indent in her skin, marking where she had held it so tightly.

Her legs were spread, and she was dangling. Lilly could feel her heart hammering in her chest, a sense of total vulnerability had swept over her, she couldn't even pull her legs together due to the way the protrusion of the shock-wand rose between them, the tip of it nestling just below her thighs. If her grip slackened for even a moment, she would feel its pointy little head at the lips of her pussy, and if she didn't immediately catch herself, then she would feel it start to **** its way inside of her. She was hanging, her feet dangling, totally naked, and desperately trying to avoid a punishment she knew was inevitable.

How long had it been now? She didn't know, it felt like an eternity. Her muscles were burning, so it must have been hours at least. Her arms ached, begging her to relax, just for a few moments. But she didn't have a few moments, she had only a few seconds, and during that time, the tip of the wand would make alarming hissing sounds, making her extremely aware of what was coming.

At first, holding herself up had been easy. She was a superheroine, after all, and one of the things she had was enhanced strength. It wasn't her main power, but she was pretty strong. Strong enough to shatter even the reinforced shackles which held her suspended if she really wanted to. But she soon realised that it didn't come down to pure strength at all; the creator of this device had clearly intended for it to be used against heroines. Because of the way it held her, and how she had to constantly exert upwards ****, she was **** to use muscles in her upper arms and chest that weren't used to constant activity. This meant that they were not prepared for the agony in store, and she was **** to ensure their slowly rising protests. At first, it was aches, and then pains, and now it was a sort of agony which washed along her shoulders and arms, begging her to release just for a moment, to let her body rest. But the upward motion was the only thing that was keeping her from impaling her lower mouth on the wand, feeling its cold plastic push through her pussy's lips, and fill her up.

At first, she'd held herself up for as long as she could, but as her arms had grown more and more tired, Lilly had found herself sinking lower and lower. The tip of the dildo-like wand rose from its place between her thighs, inching closer to her entrance. Redwing struggled to find the strength to keep going, but it was impossible, and made worse by the fact that she was possibly more turned on than she ever had been in her life up to this point.

It was shameful and humiliating to admit it, and even worse because she had noticed there were cameras in the dungeon, one of them pointed directly at her. Feeling the tense anticipation, as well as the fact that this so mirrored one of her earliest fantasies, of being thrown into some elaborate sexual device for a villain to enjoy, made it so that Lilly felt herself getting more and more turned on the longer she struggled. It was like she was living out one of her girlhood daydreams, and she was constantly aware of little things, like how the fact that she had to exert her upper body pushed out her breasts, and how the wetness between her legs was slowly leaking downwards, by the time the wand actually penetrated her, she would have lubbed it already.

Lilly could feel how stiff her nipples had gotten. A strong breeze was enough to make her shudder now. Even though her upper arms were in such pain, it was nothing compared to feeling that blazed between her legs. Each second that ticked by made her more and more ****, more and more aware of the inevitable.

It was going to happen. She knew it was going to happen, the camera knew it was going to happen, whoever was watching it knew that it was going to happen. Lilly was torn between dreading that instant and putting it off as long as possible and embracing it. The camera watched her, a silent judge, waiting for her to break. Lilly's pussy tingled, her outer lips were already engorged, her labia pulled back to reveal her core, as if her body wanted to drive in just how absolutely turned on she was. Her skin felt tight, her body felt hot. She was breathing faster and faster, not just because of the pain.

She closed her eyes, biting back a moan when she felt the very tip of the wand press into her womanhood. The touch was very light, but after so long, it made her legs feel weak. She the cold, hard plastic against her skin, the tip poking just into her womanhood, promising more if only she released her hold. Lilly could feel the tears in the corners of her eyes, the moment was intense, and she was so, so tempted to let it fill her up, to release her hold, and let the weight of her body carry her onto the device, feeling it as it spread her lower lips, and delivered her the stimulation she so very much craved.

She didn't, though. She was supposed to be a hero, she was supposed to be better than this! She resisted, eking out every last reserve of strength, trying desperately to hold onto her place, even as her body yearned to slip lower, and to feel the pointed tip press into her.

She took a deep breath, willing herself to be strong. But even as she did, the her muscles continued to give, and she felt the dildo sink another hand inch into her. The slow stimulation was somehow sensual. it would have been boring on its own, so little and so slowly, but the scenario made it. The tautness of the muscles in her upper body, the feeling of humiliation from being watched, the mirroring of her girlish daydreams from back when she first became a hero. It all came together to make the scene impossibly erotic, the gradual progress of the wand into her pussy was a slow but humiliating event, and Lilly couldn't help but blush as she felt it gradually forcing her lower lips aside. Her hips bucked, she didn't know whether it was to escape or to stimulate herself against it.

It didn't matter, though because a moment later it shocked her. The crackling built and built, and then Lilly felt the zap of electricity arching through her womanhood. She gasped, her eyes went wide, and her back arched, the dancing currents flashed through her body, filling her world for a moment. She'd always wondered what it would be like to be zapped down there. To have her most tender place targeted by a villain who had captured her and wanted to make her beg. Now, she knew. The feeling made her buck, crying out as she her arms found new strength to haul her body off the wand. Her pussy tingled with fire and heat as she hauled it away from the instrument of ****, and for a moment, she hung there, cursing to herself.

It didn't last, though. Soon enough, the adrenaline faded, and Lilly began to realise what a sadistic little device this machine was. Below her, the wand gleamed, its pointed tip aimed right at her womanhood. She knew it was there, she could practically feel it there, a silent, deadly threat. So long as her strength held, she knew she could avoid it, but her strength was fading again, and so she felt it coming nearer and nearer. There was only one conclusion possible, and now she had been shocked once, Lilly was starting to realise just how much of this **** was tied up in the anticipation of the inevitable.

Her toes curled under her feet, her breasts bounced as she tried to find a new grip on the chains, she knew she was giving whoever was watching a show, but she didn't care. Her whole world had become focused on the tip of the wand, alternately dreading and yet anticipating its touch.

It shocked her again. The current swept through her body, making her breasts jiggle as her muscles responded to the sudden surge of pain between her legs. She gritted her teeth, but the moan escaped her lips anyway. The true humiliation went beyond pain, though. Under that, it felt good. the whole machine was about building anticipation, making her horny, making it so she did everything to avoid the final payoff, so that by the time she was **** to take it, she was so strung out, her pussy so wet and wanting that even the touch of the electricity felt good in some way.

Lilly felt its effects as she hauled herself off it a second time. The machine was designed not just to make her struggle, not just to make her dance and moan, and give onlookers the sight of a great heroine reduced to this, it also **** her into the humiliating position of getting off on the pain of the shocks. It put her into a sexual position, made sure to prime her, to give her no way out, and then made sure there was no other way for her to find release. She was just dangling there, waiting for the moment of penetration, knowing that it would be followed by pain and punishment, and yet that the electricity would also mean pleasure.

It was meant to break her down, to make her want to fail. To accept the pain as part of the pleasure, and to accept her place as a **** to her master. This more than anything else turned her on as she realised it was a machine that was meant to break a woman into a ****. To make it so punishment and reward were one and the same, and to destroy any pride that a heroine had in herself. To make her a shivering, naked whore, to make a show of her, to break her before her enemies.

As Dusklord had promised, the voltage did increase gradually. But it wasn't what Redwing had expected. It increased only so that she didn't build a tolerance to it. Making it so each **** was new and fresh, and she never got used to it. The pain wasn't the point, the humiliation and degradation were. More than anything else, the machine was meant to take a woman and output a ****. With repeated uses, it was meant to break your sense of self, and make it so you desired only to serve your master.

Redwing desperately hoped that the rest of the night would be over soon.