Redwing is given a special cell.

Lilly's face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily as Dusklord finally escorted her to her cell. The rest of the crowd had left now, the villain had waved them away with all the authority of his station. The binding around Lilly's hands had been undone, and she was walking at his side, feeling the after-effects of her orgasm still resonating through her body.

"Did you enjoy that, Redwing?" Dusklord asked, she felt her face colouring. It seemed kind of pointless to deny it. They'd all seen her cum. More people than had ever seen her climax in her whole life up to this point, total strangers who didn't even know her and they had all seen her in one of her most private moments. It was mortifying, but also somehow brought her a sense of elation. Like she had been waiting her whole life to try something like this. it was the sort of thing no good little hero should ever even contemplate.

"Don't tell me that you didn't," she countered without actually answering the question, "You must have wanted to do something like that for ages, right?" She was grinning a little, though her face was still red. "You had me totally at your mercy, and you made me humiliate myself in front of all of your servants. It must have felt good."

"Well, vindicating, perhaps." He admitted, "You have bested me a number of times, so I will admit there is a certain amount of satisfaction in getting my own back, even if that's not really what's happening. But my dear, don't think I didn't notice how you didn't actually answer my question. Judging by the speech you gave, that I am going to ''show you what a slut you really are'' I would say that some part of you is enjoying this greatly."

Lilly fidgeted, being pinned to the wall by her own words wasn't exactly what she had hoped to happen. It got even worse a moment later, though.

"I will say that it sounded a bit rehearsed, though. Are you terribly sure that you haven't practised it before?"

"W-what?" She spluttered, "O-of course not! This has never happened before!"

"No, but I was wondering if you had had fantasies..."

"I mean..." She hesitated, then rallied magnificently, "You're acting like you didn't ham it up too! You did your evil overlord thing! You used used your number three laugh!"

"Y-you have my laughs numbered?"

"Of course! It's how we tell how dangerous a situation is, and how serious a villain is being!"

"By their laugh?" Dusklord actually looked confused. "You're not fucking with me right now, are you?"

"Well, now you say it like that, it does sound kind of silly..." Lilly thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to explain it. "It's like this, right? There are a bunch of different types of villains. You've got the ones who are in it to prove something, the ones who just want money, and the ones who see it as a game. Those three generally aren't too bad - the ones who want to prove something typically are pretty rare, the ones who want money aren't going to fight to kill, or hurt a bunch of bystanders. The ones who keep score have their own rules which keep things civil. Got it so far?"

"Yes," Dusklord said, "So far. How does laughter come into this?"

"I'm getting to that. There's also a fourth type of villain. The one that no one likes. Ones who either don't care about hurting or killing others, or who outright go for it as a goal. Like Gorehound."

Dusklord nodded, his face had become serious. Gorehound was a name that no one liked. A monstrous and brutal villain, he'd slaughtered his way through an entire city, laughing like a manic as he did. His power had been control over blood - and the more of it there was around him, the stronger he got. Strangely, it didn't seem to count when it was inside someone. So he'd killed and killed, and gotten stronger too, until eventually Avatar himself had been **** to fight. Before it got to that point though, he'd taken out several heroes, and some villains too who hadn't been able to stomach his ways.

"Gorehound was a psychopath." Dusklord said. "It still angers me to this day that I wasn't around to face him. If I had been, perhaps less people would have died."

"Oh, that's right." Lilly blinked, "You weren't here then, were you? Was that the time you were dead?"

"I believe so."

"Well, put it like that, you almost sound heroic."

"Now you're baiting me. Just because I don't want people to die doesn't make me a hero. I still break laws and take what I want, I just have a problem with rampant slaughter. If I had been around when Gorehound first attacked, I'd have taken him out, and then no one else would have died."

"We don't know that," Lilly said, "Gorehound was strong by the time we noticed him. Even I couldn't take him on alone, and we're about equal."

"That's true, but I have something you never will, my dear."

She raised her eyebrow and he smirked.

"I'm a villain. I don't play by the rules. I said I'd take out Gorehound, not that I'd march headfirst into his fists. Suffice it to say that I have other methods."

"Well, anyway..." Lilly said, feeling like they should get back on topic. "Once you've been a hero for a while, you can tell by how a villain laughs which group they roughly fall into. Not always, but usually. It helps you to identify the real threats, and know when the villain is actually just playing a game, or is no risk to innocent lives. That way you know how much **** to respond with, and how serious a given situation is."

"Huh. Well, you learn something new every day, I suppose." Dusklord said.

"You know..." Redwing said carefully, "If you're serious about giving up on villainy, you could always join the heroic side of things. You've got a reputation for being a gentleman villain. It wouldn't be too hard for you to flip - you've always had rules. We could work together."

Dusklord shook his head, a rueful smile on his face.

"You know that won't work. A nice villain is still a villain at the end of the day, and I have broken a lot of laws. For example, that tiger-"

"Which I still haven't seen, by the way."

"-I'm getting to it. Anyway, point is, there's no way they'd let me flip without trying to prosecute one of the oldest and strongest villains around. And yeah, I could do a stint in jail and then join. I am practically immortal, after all. But to have my face plastered over the news, my money taken, my home in ruins for who knows how long, and then only to be treated with suspicion by most of the heroes? I hope you can forgive me for not thinking it a tempting prospect. besides, who would care for the tiger?"

"It would go home, Dusklord. To the zoo. Where it was supposed to be. Before you stole it, is what I am trying to subtly hint."

"Bah," He waved a hand, "It's happier here. My point is, once this week is done, I'm probably just going to vanish for a while. A century or two of nothing to enjoy my money and life. Maybe then I'll come back as a hero, but probably not. All of those heroics don't much suit me. I have the complexion of a sheet, and a penchant for the colour black. We both know I was born to be a villain."

Redwing nodded sadly. She hadn't thought it was too likely she'd be able to convince him, but she'd figured it was worth a try. By now, the two f them had descended into the lower levels of the castle that Dusklord insisted was actually a mansion. It was colder down here, especially when you were naked! She became more and more aware of her own lack of clothes, walking side by side with the man she had fought for most of her adult life.

"This is what my employees insist on calling the dungeon." Dusklord gave a long suffering sigh. "I prefer to think of it as the cellar. Or perhaps subterranean storage."

She looked around carefully. The room was rather large and murky. It was divided in half by a big iron fence, the stakes were as thick as her arm, and the door heavily reinforced. Flickering lights had been set up to provide at least some illumination but paradoxically, they just seemed to illuminate the shadows. Boxes and containers had been stacked here, but most of them had been moved rather hastily elsewhere judging by the pattern of dust and clean spaces.

"Why is there a giant cell in your storage area?"

"Ah, well. Rather unfortunate, some of my ancestors were a bit more traditional than I am. Which is to say that while it is not a dungeon in the strict sense of the word, that is...well, largely because I refuse to call it a dungeon."

"I see..." She said, her heart was beating faster. She could see that something had been set up on the other side of the iron bars. It was a machine of some sort, and it was almost certainly waiting there for her. Dusklord noticed that she was looking at it.

"Last chance to back down," he said to her softly, "You can always just have a nice comfortable room like any other guest."

"I...." She felt her mouth drying, her heart beating, "I'm not any other guest, am I? I'm your ****, a captured heroine. You need to break me. You need to show me the sort of woman I am, and you can't do it without testing my defences."

"You know, as sexy as this all is, I have to admit it's a bit off-putting when it feels like you're the one reading from a script here and I am the one playing catch up. I rather feel it should be the inverse."

"Ah, um, sorry about that. I've just had a lot of time to wonder how this would go."

"And does it meet your expectations so far?"

Lilly took a deep breath.

"Absolutely."

"In that case," the cell door clattered open, "Your room awaits, my dear."

Lilly stepped into the cell. She felt like she was dragging a great weight behind her, her body was trembling as she looked at the machine. Was it excitement or was it fear? Both, perhaps? Either way, this machine looked like nothing that she had imagined during her fantasies.

It consisted of a staircase leading to a raised platform. Behind the platform, a large pillar of metal rose up to overshadow it. The pillar was a machine, and it hung over the main body of the platform, descending slightly to end in a set of reinforced manacles which hung from it on a chain. Lilly looked at them closely, realising that they were not made of normal metal, but of some kind of enhanced variant, the stuff that was pumped out by super scientists to make their robots, their ****-rays and their power armour. The kind of thing that could really take a beating.

If she put it on, she'd have a lot harder of a time getting them off than normal metal. She probably could still do it, but it would make her much more **** while she broke them. For a moment, she was frozen, but then she realised that she had already decided to place her trust in the man. After all, had she come here and done everything had merely to baulk now in the face of some bondage?

She strode up the stairs, ascending the metal approach to the machine. The frame rattled below her feet, and as she looked down, she realised that it was actually a hatch of some kind. She gulped, but plunged on. Her womanhood was tingling with interest, and she wanted to know what would happen next. She she took the manacles and snapped them into place around her wrists, locking them together crossed in front of her. They felt cold and hard, and she instantly knew she had been right - she would not be able to as easily break these. Before, it had been games, but this was the kind of set-up that might actually hold a heroine against her will.

Dusklord was standing next to a console on the other side of the bars. It was freely accessible from the corridor leading to the cell.

"Give me a moment please," he muttered, "Need to get this damned thing to boot-up... aaaaand here we go."

Lilly felt a jerk, the chain connected to the manacles began to be drawn back into the upper mechanism above her head. She felt her arms yanked upwards, **** above her. She also realised that there was a little slack in the chain, so that she could grip it with her hands, and even support herself with it, if only a little.

This was important because a moment later, the frame under her feet began to open up, and Lilly was **** to pull her body weight upwards with the chain. her toes dangled, and she heard a mechanical sound as something began to rise up. It looked like a long-handled vibrator, or magic want, though it was as long as her arm, and positioned right between her legs. The tip wasn't circular, however, but actually pointed like an arrow head. Lilly squeaked as it rose, her legs were **** to the side, and she felt the tip of the cold metal press right into her womanhood. It was angled, so that it would penetrate her lower lips if she let her weight rest upon it. Now, she knew why the chain was the way it was. If she pulled herself upwards, she could drag herself off the device, but only so long as she could hold herself like that. As soon as her muscles relaxed, she would feel its cold little head between her legs again.

"Now this," Dusklord said, "Would probably be actual **** if we did it to a normal woman. But you're not normal, are you Redwing? Your strength, stamina, and endurance are all vastly greater than a typical human. That's good because you will need it. You said before how a heroine should be broken, well this machine is made to do that. I procured it some time ago from a villain who had plans of a most base nature. Naturally, I couldn't allow such disgusting behaviour, so I made sure they never came to fruition. This device I kept mostly out of some kind of horrified fascination. I never thought I would use it, much less on you.

"Here is how it works. As you can tell, there is nothing for you to put your feet on, but if you use the chain which is connected to your manacles, you can dangle there, just above the device. If you do not do so, then your body will gradually descend onto it, the device is shaped - angled - so that it can penetrate that adorable little pussy of yours. You might think that it is a vibrator, but I am afraid it is not. It is actually a shock-wand. Once it detects a certain amount of weight on it, it will unleash an electrical charge through the tip. Which is, of course, where you will be. I imagine even for you a bolt of lightning between the legs would be painful. If the weight is then removed, the device resets. If the weight is not, it enters a new cycle. If you remain on it for fifteen seconds after you have been shocked, the voltage will increase permanently. The goal is to keep yourself off the tip of the wand by holding your body up with the muscles in your upper chest and arms, but of course, over time, those muscles will tire. You will begin to burn, you will feel yourself slowly losing your grip, knowing the inevitable punishment that awaits you, but totally unable to do anything about it.

"After the first shock, you will find your strength returning, and you will be able to rise again, for a little while. But you will already be tired, and before too long, you will sink again. How many times can you bob up and down, knowing that if you remain for too long, the charge will increase and it will become so much worse? Of course, the fun fact is that inevitably at some point, you WILL wait too long, and suffer because of it."

Dusklord turned away for a moment. Redwing wiggled, feeling the clamp of the manacles around her wrists, the chain which she had already wrapped around her hands. This felt exactly like one of her fantasies, where the heroine had been captured and put into one of those elaborate machines that villains made so often in fiction, but so rarely in life. Only, instead of trying to kill her, it was meant to torment and break her. To **** her to obey him.

"You have one chance to escape this fate," Dusklord said as he turned back to her. "If you swear to be my faithful **** for the rest of the week, doing whatever I say no matter how humiliating or degrading, you will not feel its sweet kiss. But if you do not, then I am afraid this will be the first of our challenges. You will remain here overnight. At dawn tomorrow, I will return to check on your progress. Oh, and also, as you have noticed, the control panel is on this side of the cell. That means that anyone who wanders this way can have some fun with you. What do you think, are you ready to call it quits?"

Lilly said nothing, looking away from him, and stiffening her body in an obvious show of defiance.

"Very well," Dusklord said, "But if you change your mind, all you need to do is beg for your master, and the machine will alert me to your change of heart. In the meantime, have fun."

He turned and left. Lilly remained dangling over the device, feeling the metal tip gently peeling apart her lower lips.

It was going to be a long night.