She Wouldn't Break

"She wouldn't break," Dusklord said, "It's an annoying habit of hers, but her willpower is surprisingly hard to destroy. I think even this would fail."

Redwing nodded, and then, seemed to draw herself up, sitting up straighter even as she seemed to find some last reserve of strength. Her skin was pale and sweaty, and her hair was a mess. Her arms were pinned above her head, shackled and hanging from the machine's top. Her feet dangled, her toes pointing to the ground, and the weight of her body rested on the shock-wand, pressing it deeply inside of her. It must have been hideously uncomfortable, but she managed to get past that too, regarding him with a haughty look, as if this was just another battle between them, one of the many they had shared.

"Oh, you're back are you?" She said, "This is pointless, I won't break from this pathetic little machine. You should let me go, Dusklord. Things will turn out easier for you that way."

"Oh really?" Dusklord said, feeling a part of him responding to her tones, to the way she spoke and the game she presented. She looked so sexy, naked and pinned there, absolutely ****, and yet still with her pride and strength. She wasn't broken, he realised that now. Not in the game, and not in reality. Redwing really was stronger than that, and he was a fool for ever even imagining something like this might get to her.

He laughed.

"Oh, you are precious, Redwing. You really are. Here you are, naked in your enemy's lair, I could do anything to you, and yet you still defy me. Can't you see the wisdom in giving up? Become my sex ****, be the whore we both know you can be!"

"Whore?" She regarded him, pinning him in place with her eyes, "Stop projecting, Dusklord. That's what you want me to be in your little fantasies, but I'm not going to break, and I am especially not going to break for you. What can you do that's worse than what you already have?"

That was an invitation if he had ever heard one. He stalked forward, enjoying her gaze on his body, just as much as he enjoying gazing at her own naked body. A change had come over her now, when he'd entered the room, she'd been exhusted, pushed to her limit, her body worn down by stimulation and by tiredness. All of that was still there, but she'd locked it up, bound it behind an iron wall of pride and self assurance. The same strength that she always was able to draw on when she was losing an important fight. Redwing was widely regarded as the second strongest hero in New Ember City, but most people didn't realise why that was. In terms of power, Frostfire and a few other heavy hitters were technically more capable. What made her the second was this very thing. This well of pride and strength which she could use to bolster her body, pushing beyond what she should be able to do.

You had to knock down Frostfire but once. Mystic was powerful, but he was fragile, even Avatar took time to regenerate his body. But Redwing was never beaten so long as she was still breathing. No matter how badly she'd been put down, she'd get up again, just like the creature from which she took her name, the phoenix.

Darklord sometimes mused that even if she was killed in battle, she would probably still find time to beat her rival before her pride would allow her heart to stop.

That was what made all of this fun, that was what made her so damn sexy, and what made this game so thrilling for the two of them. For her, a chance to put her pride aside, and to pretend to be the victim she would never let herself become otherwise, to Dusklord, a chance to feel and experience a thing that was impossible in real life.

To break Redwing, even if only in pretend.

By now, he was standing in front of the platform, inches from her body. He could almost feel the heat of her skin, could see how wet she was, the tip of the wand still surrounded by her pussy. Surely no other woman could be haughty in a situation like this. No one else could be walked into in this state, and still act as if she had the advantage over you!

"I think I can make you eat those words, Redwing." Dusklord said. "Or at least make you regret that you said them."

"Go ahead and try it!"

"I was going to anyway," Dusklord said, "But thank you for the approval. Anyway, you've been teased by this machine all night. I can see that you don't really have the strength to lift yourself up anymore, so the wand is buried nice and deep into your pussy."

"Hnmmp."

"Not going to say anything to that? As you wish, your body says more than enough. Your mouth tells me that your are defiant, strong and proud. But your body is trembling, look at how sweaty you are. Did it feel good to experience the touch of the electricity? Did it make you jump and moan and writhe?"

As he spoke, he extended his powers, conjuring limbs of shadow which enveloped her body, fingers of darkness traced gently over her skin, making her back arch. A mouth played with her ear, while someone kissed her neck, fingers stroked the skin under her breasts, gently cupping them and pushing them up and out. Another pair of hands took hold of each of her thighs, forcing her legs open as wide as they could go without causing her pain.

Redwing flushed, trying not to show her reactions as his phantom hands played over her body, but she jumped each time he touched something sensitive, her breathing sped up, and she jerked again and again.

"This is nothing..." She said through gritted teeth. "I can take this..."

"Maybe you could before," Dusklord nodded, "But your body is strained, stimulated to the very limit, I can tell by the wetness of the wand that you have cum again and again. How many times did you orgasm, Redwing? How many times did you feel that pleasure rip through you?"

A tendril of shadow caressed her womanhood, flowing down the curve of her vulva. Redwing's eyes widened, though she tried not to show it. Her teeth grit, trying to bite back a moan.

"I can see your pussy is tender and red," Dusklord went on, " I can see that your lips are swollen, you're soaking down there, you know? I bet that your orgasms stopped being fun a while ago. I bet that you're so overstimulated by now that even one more would be _agony, _wouldn't it?"

"You're not..." Redwing said, "You wouldn't..."

"You ride that dildo well, Redwing. Admit that you're a slut, my slut, and I'll let you off the **** Maker. If you don't, I am going to have to keep going with my original plan. "

"Never!" Redwing snarled, "I don't care what you do, but I am not going to break for you!"

"As you wish."

The tendril which was caressing her pussy began to become more firm, moving in circular motions and picking up speed, Redwing jerked, her legs kicked out, but his phantom hands held them open, a strangled cry escaped her mouth.

Darklord wasn't done. He used his actual, real hands to reach for the control panel of the machine. There, he turned the electricity back on, but dialled it all the way down and set it to constant. It was a delight to watch the despair on Redwing's face as she felt the wand start to tickle her again, the voltage rising until it was stimulating the inside of her womanhood, not quite painful. It would have been pleasant at the start. But by now, she was so tired, and so stimulated that it was a source of **** for her. At the same time, he continued to play with her pussy, and the limbs which were teasing her breasts became more and more urgent, tweaking her bright pink nipples, massaging her chest, groping her breasts. She gasped sharply, her breathing becoming quicker. Her body wiggled, trying to escape the new wave of stimulation. Her face was going pale, and he could see her eyes closing as she struggled against the feelings.

She looked like she was torn between pleasure and pain, being made to cum so many times had already put her on an edge, but this time it wasn't a machine that was guiding her, but a man. Dusklord made sure to vary his moments, so she never quite knew what to anticipate, and he drew it out as well. Whenever she seemed to be close to cumming, her body jerking faster and faster, her hips would buck, and she would gasp and moan. When this happened, he would slow down, allowing her body to refresh itself before continuing. Each time, he brought her to the very edge of her climax, her senses were screaming, her nerves - especially those of her lower body - must have been burning. Each of his motions now brought a sharp breath from her, and her body was twitching and writhing, showing itself off wonderfully to him.

"No way to hide yourself, is there?" He chuckled, "No way to pretend this is anything but what it is. Pleasure and pain, Redwing. Lust like you've never felt it before. Come on, be my whore. You know that part of you wants it more than you've ever wanted anything in your life."

"F--f-fuck you!" Redwing moaned, her words came out in short gasps, her breathing was fast now, her chest rising and falling. Her breasts were still under constant ****, and her nipples were getting harder and harder. He targeted them, applying pressure and motion, making her whine and moan, thrusting her body out lewdly. Her hips bucked, by now, the tendril which was masturbating her was moving faster and faster, applying pressure to her the outside of her pussy while the wand pleasured her from the inside. The electricity buzzed, made her legs weak and her knees shake.

"Ah!" Redwing threw her head back, the sound tearing its way out of her mouth. "F-fuck! Fuck, fuck!"

She swore as he pleasured her, each touch of his powers sent shockwaves through her body, she moaned, the sound was ****, her whole body shook. Yet he did not let her cum, building the orgasm and snatching it away again and again. He enjoyed the look in her eyes, that sense of defeat which surfaced each time he took away her climax. Even though her body must surely have been burning from the night before, part of her still wanted to cum.

He held her back for as long as he could, allowing the feeling of helplessness to become part of their game. She would cum when he allowed it, and not one instant before. Redwing could only hang there, struggling as he snatched away her release again and again and again.

Only once he could not avoid it, when he felt her whole body lurching towards the edge, did he finally allow her to climax. She came hard, her whole body shaking, pleasure and pain mixed and became one and the same for her, flowing together and filling her mind. Her chest heaved, and she threw her head back, moaning more loudly than any porn star, her final climax covered the wand one last time, and then she was still. Gasping, hanging by her wrists.

Dusklord didn't bother to ask if she was still going to defy him. That part of the game was over. Instead, he turned to the panel, and released her wrists, allowing the frame to form under her feet, and the wand to retreat back into the machine. As she collapsed, he stepped forward, catching her naked body and setting her gently down on the ground.

"That was pretty sexy," Dark Angel commented, "She's a high class one, boss. You want me to..?"

"Yes." Dusklord nodded, "Go ahead and play your part."