Fights off a gang then captured by Painatologist

Earlier that week

Megan began her career as a superheroine quite well. She soon realised she’d have quite a lot to balance. Going to school, homework, chores, and having to hide her nightly heroics from everyone. She found it all incredibly exciting, really. She had to buy a lock for her bedroom door, and think of excuses if her parents figured out she wasn’t in the house late at night. Fortunately, her parents were usually very busy themselves, or away on business trips, as they were both very important people. Of course, it broke her heart that they had such little time for her. But it was quite convenient for her superheroics.

As for school, she didn’t have any close friends. Being an only child, she usually always played by herself as a little girl. She was very confident around other people, and she made friends easily. She just had no desire to be close to anyone. So, she had no friends that would be inquisitive enough to figure out something was up, and there was no one she wished to tell.

Megan soon figured out she doesn’t get tired easily. Having her powers was like being on speed. She always had energy, and needed little sleep. So she had plenty of time and energy for both homework and crime fighting, and she still felt good and fresh in the morning.

She tested her strength on her Dad’s SUV, and discovered it was too heavy to lift over her head, so now she knew the limits of her strength. She could fly at around the same height of normal passenger planes, but felt really dizzy at that height.

Megan had a healthy interest in sex, but had never had a boyfriend. She had kissed boys at parties, but nothing more. But after she got her powers, she’d been masturbating like crazy. Usually after she’s been out doing her hero thing. The schoolgirl just felt incredibly sexy as a heroine. She loved the attention from the men, who sometimes whistled and hollered at her. Megan tried to get that same kind of sexual power at school. Wearing her plaid skirt higher up than usual, wearing a tighter shirt. She got lots of attention from guys, both students and teachers. But it just wasn’t the same kind of confidence boost and sexiness as when she was Teen Girl.

She made sure to tell everyone she rescued the name Teen Girl. By her third night out on the prowl cops and the people she saved knew her. The press was printing front page stories about the ‘brunette bombshell heroine’, ‘The Teen Girl’. Megan could tell little girls were looking up to her, shouting her name as she flew past, which made her really happy.

On the fourth day, she did several heroic poses for a lucky newspaper photographer. The pics ended up as top news. It was all very exciting. Her head was swimming. And the best thing, no one recognized her as Megan.

On the fifth day, Megan read an article saying a top Men’s magazine was offering $2 million for Teen Girl to do a sexy photoshoot. She considered it for all of two seconds. She wasn’t Paris Hilton. She was a superhero. Kids looked up to her. Peopled looked up to her. She was respected. She was very proud of what she was doing. That night, she saved 30 people from a burning building. They say every one of them would have died if it wasn’t for Teen Girl. The papers called it her most heroic feat yet.

The explosion when Megan first got her abilities, coupled with flying through a blaze of fire, made her realize she had largely increased protection from damage. This was put to the test on the fifth night.

It was getting late. 2 AM. Teen Girl was flying above the city streets, the cold wind caressing her, blowing her pigtails. The city had been peaceful, and then she heard screaming, not far from where she was. She flew over to investigate. She found a large gang, maybe 50 men, taking turns **** a woman. Teen Girl immediately felt disgusted, and very, very pissed off. She flew down as fast as she could, using herself as a human bowling ball, she knocked into 5 of them, their bodies flying all over the place.

Immediately, the rest of them forgot about the woman and tried to swarm Teen Girl. She swung her fists, knocking several large men to the side like they were nothing. She had learned a thing or two about fighting during her time as Teen Girl, but had never faced so many men. Like a football team, they charged her. Grabbing her arms and legs, some of them punching her tummy and face. It hurt, especially when guys with knuckle busters hit her. Then, someone threw a chain around her neck and started pulling it tight. She started ****. Then hands were all over her, groping her, ripping her clothes. She fell to the ground. They started kicking her, stomping on her everywhere. Dozens of feet and fists landing painful blows. The chain on her neck pulled again, getting tighter around her slim neck.

Teen Girl groaned. She felt like curling up into a ball. But she remembered who she was and what she could do. She started flying, pulling the guy with the chain with her. She swung him around, having finally gotten the chain off her neck, and then slammed the bastard into a wall with a loud and satisfying crunch.

She looked down and realized her tits were on display. They yelled, calling her a hot slut, telling her they were going to **** her. Now she was really pissed off. She flew into them like a bullet, swinging her fists everywhere. She heard bones snapping and breaking when she connected. They grabbed her tits, grabbed her hair, and then she’d permanently dislocate jaws and break legs when she kicked them. She was hit from all over. Sometimes with bottles and crowbars and pipes. The blows raining down onto her back, her face, her tits. But she was stronger than them. Soon, they were all lying in heaps. No one was left standing.

Teen Girl’s costume was finished. She couldn’t get it to cover her large tits. Her hair was a mess, the pigtails had fallen out and her hair covered her back and face. She was filthy, dirt covering her from head to toe. Her costume was ripped to shreds and her body was covered with bruises and cuts. She took a t-shirt from one of the scum, took the poor woman who was **** to hospital, and went home.

Poor Megan was sore all over. She felt humiliated. Those bastards took her top. They groped her. Filthy **** pigs. She cried softly into her pillow.

The next day, Saturday morning, she already felt a lot better. The pain was mostly gone, most of the cuts and bruises were gone. Incredible. She healed over night.

Sunday. Sunday is the day Teen Girl suffers the first of many humiliating defeats to come.

She had been flying around in the daylight, admiring the city, oblivious to the world. She bought herself 5 new swimsuits, in case she ever had another “accident” with her costume. This one was a little tighter. In the cold air, her nipples could clearly be seen. The thought of it made her cunt moist. She admonished herself. How could she think of a thing like that, after what happened on Friday?

As she was lost in her own thoughts, Professor Painatologist watched. He drove around in a black van, following our young hero. He had a specialized weapon he designed himself, and he had it targeted on Teen Girl. It was a sound blaster. It fires concentrated waves of sound only the target can hear. The sound is so high pitched it drives the victim to agony. He pressed the trigger.

Teen Girl immediately covered her ears, the high pitched sound giving her the worst headache she ever had. It was driving her mad, slamming and vibrating against the walls of her skull. She lost control of her flying, falling fast to the ground. WHOOOMPF!! She hit the ground hard, but she barely even noticed from the incredibly agonizing noise reverberating in her head. Her ears bled.

Professor Painatologist then pulled up in his van. He got out and held the weapon to her head. She screamed the first of many screams that day, barely able to get up on her knees. He attached his special metal cuffs to her hands legs, and then threw her and his device into the back of his van. The entire journey, the agonizing noise made her head feel like it was going to explode.

He took her to his secret hideout and has been torturing her ever since.

It started with the Professor pulling her by her pigtails and taking her out of the van. He started jamming an electric cattle prod into her sides and into her breasts, laughing like a big child. Then he thrust it onto her pussy, keeping it there for several minutes while shocking her poor cunt continuously. All the while, all she could do was yelp and moan helplessly. He stripped her naked, slapped her tits a few times, and then strapped her into his special electric device. Little did our young heroine know that this device would be her hell for the next four hours. A little metal bead buzzing against her clit, bringing her to the brink, and then pulling back, with thousands of volts slamming through her.

At first there were only clamps on her nipples. He’d shock them with hundreds of volts, then thousands. This alone was enough to make her scream her heart out. She had never felt such pain.

Then the evil sadist just kept adding more and more clamps, more and more wires tapped to her.

She thought the most painful was the headband. It fried her poor temples, they’d throb with excruciating pain. Then he put a clamp on her tongue. It made her squeal unnaturally to be shocked there. Then a clamp was put on her clit. When thousands of volts hit her clit, the teenager never cried so much in her life. Eventually, it was pure pain everywhere. Every nerve ending felt it. He’d keep making the voltage higher, and doing it for longer periods of time, only letting her rest between shocks while she struggled to keep herself from the brink of orgasm. Which wasn’t very long.

She screamed, she drooled, and she threw her head back in pain, wide eyed. Each time it was worse, and for longer. And he kept it up for four hours.

Then came the human microwave. A new kind of agony.

And we’re back where we left off. In the present. Megan lying at the feet of the Professor. She is in such incredible pain, while he has never been happier. She couldn’t move.

Megan is amazed to be alive. Does she want to die? A part of her wants to, the pain is so great. But a bigger part just wants to kick the shit out of the Professor.

Pain takes off his belt. “Your skin is so red. It must be incredibly tender and sensitive right now”

Pain starts hitting the poor girl with his belt, the leather biting into her soft teen flesh, her skin excruciating in her current state. He hit her again and again. The blows rain down on her. On her ass, the back of her legs, her back.

If young Megan could, she’d scream her head off right now. But all her throat can manage now are hoarse whispers. She stares off wide eyed, tears falling to the floor.

After hitting her 20 times, he turns the abused girl over and starts beating her front. Her tits, her tummy, her thighs, all over. Another 20 blows. The cruel leather bringing stinging agony with every hit.

Pain takes off his trousers, his boner now visible to the whole world. The first cock Megan had ever seen face to face. He gets down on top of her.

‘Oh God!’ She pleaded. _‘Please don’t let him **** me! Anything but that! I don’t want to lose my virginity to this monster!’ _Poor Megan’s heart and soul are breaking.

Pain grabs her massive tits, red and tender and covered in belt welts. It hurt so much for him just to touch them. Then he starts squeezing them. She moans underneath him. He starts moaning too. “Ugh! Ugh!” He starts coming all over the floor, then his dick goes soft. ‘Oh! Thank God! He’s not going to **** me! He’s not going to **** me!’ She is so happy in this moment, despite all the pain. He brings her to a cell on a stretcher, and then puts her to bed.

“Your body clearly needs to recover, if it can recover. Then I’m going to hurt you in ways that will make you beg to go back to the simple tortures of today!”

‘Yeah, fuck you too’, she thinks. She shuts out his voice, and then sleeps for 3 days straight.

Megan opens her pretty little eyes, her head feeling groggy. She sits up and immediately realizes she can move, and that she isn’t in agony. She has a few aches, but that’s it. She looks at her arms and hands, then down at the rest of her naked teen body. Not only is her skin not burnt or red, she has no marks at all. In fact, she even has her lovely tan back. ‘Maybe when I heal, the genes remember how my body was before I was injured’, she thinks. But she has no idea how it could be possible.

Megan is up out of bed. Besides a few aches, she feels great. She isn’t happy to see she’s in a cell, though. ‘I’m going to bend the bars, find Pain, and kick his fucking shit in.’

She goes over to the bars and places her hands on them. Big mistake. The high voltage electric bars send waves of electricity coursing through her. For a moment in her mind, she is back in that awful electric **** device. She screams, the pain coursing through her, then finally she is able to let go. She curls up on the floor, shaking. Partly because of the electric, but largely because of the fear of ending up back in that device again. Megan quivers.

Then suddenly, four large glass walls shoots up, surrounding her where she sits. Before she can think, the ceiling opened up, and the glass box is instantaneously filled with boiling water. Every part of her soft skin is instantly aflame. She swallows some water, and it burns the inside of her throat and mouth. It hurts like a bitch. She kicks the glass, breaking it, sending her sprawling to the floor, water spilling everywhere.

Poor Megan has flashes of being back inside the microwave. It terrifies the young girl to the core.

“A little reminder of the fun we had 3 days ago, and a light way to start the day” Professor Painatologist stands there in his lab coat, looking very smug.

‘Light? He calls that light?’ She wants nothing more than to jump out there and tear his head off. ‘Though’, she thinks, ‘compared to her first day with Pain, that was a walk in the park. She wonders, ‘Have I really been out for three days??’

The professor throws his high tech cuffs into the cell, and then points his sound blaster at her. “Now be good little pain slut and put the cuffs on. Or do you want me to fry your brain with sound?”

The pretty teen looks at the pathetic man with disgust. But the prospect of having to listen to that unbearable noise again is simply not an option. She places the cuffs on her arms and legs. They automatically lock in place.

Pain presses the trigger. Megan falls to her knees. She thinks her ear drums are going to explode. Her brain feels like someone is hitting it repeatedly with a sledgehammer. “Bastard!” she yells through gritted teeth.

He smiles. “C’mon”, he says, lowering the dial, easing her pain a little. “I need to use the gun to keep you in check! Besides, you’re beautiful when you’re in pain. Follow me”.

The curvy, still wet teen follows Pain, as he walks down a large corridor. The unbearable headache now a dull ache. The closer she gets, the more it hurts. So she keeps her distance.