Redwing's sleeping arangements

Dusklord was dressed and she wasn't. Lilly didn't expect this fact would affect her as much as it did. So far their roleplay had had her bound, **** to answer degrading questions, and made to give a blowjob, but her nudity still felt unnatural, especially whenever she glanced at Dusklord and saw him fully dressed.

Maybe it was because the initial rush from starting this adventure had subsided to a simmer. Or it could be Dusklord's casual attitude. Despite, holding a leash of shadow connected to her neck the villain had his usual cavalier demeaner. Either way, this felt like it should be normal, a simple stroll with her rival. And she was naked! Starkers, nude, without a stitch! Her breasts jiggled, free and visible with every step. Her long legs and that comely spot where they met were on full display. Her subconscious mind writhed at the juxtaposition, demanding she run home and put something on.

Or at least most of her psyche did. A voice in the back of her mind recognized what this casual nudity meant and suggested her pussy prepare for another insertion. She wasn't naked, this voice reminded her, she wore handcuffs. And a mask so that anyone seeing her bared body (or doing something else) would know it was the famous superheroine Redwing they were defiling.

"This is where you'll spend your nights," announced Dusklord, pulling Lilly out of her fantasies. The heavy steel door they'd stopped at grudgingly rose into the ceiling. Beyond was a room of the same brutal concrete as the hall they were in but lit even less. The echo of Dusklords footsteps returned to them from distant walls, but only a small portion of the room was illuminated. "How well you behave during the day will reflect the condition you're allowed to sleep in," Dusklord continued, tugging Lilly along by her leash.

She obediently followed at his heel, walking across the top of a cage built into the dungeon's floor. Her over active imagination half expected a sea monster to reach through the bars and **** her. But looking down the young woman only saw cobwebs in a cold stone pit that was too small to stand or lie down in.

Past this shallow oubliette, Lilly saw a short post with chains and a leather gimp suit attached. She guessed that if she slept in that contraption she'd be mummified and kneeling throughout the night. The thought of such cruelty made a spark jump up her spine. What other devious devices were hidden in darkness of this room?

The third visible apparatus and their destination was a bed. It was little more than a sturdy metal frame with a lumpy mattress on top without so much as a blanket, but Lilly did spy chains welded to each of the four posts. She felt a shiver of anticipation and delight as she imagined what could be done to her while she struggled against said chains.

Dusklord smiled devilishly. "You were a very good captive today, so I'm going to let you have a comfy night." His hand knavishly cupped her chin. "Rest assured that many worse fates await you at the slightest lack of compliance." With his free hand, he gestured to the thick darkness and the groan of some ancient mechanical beast responded on cue.

Redwing smiled; the mastering of shadows allowed from some creative theatrics. She **** her face to scowl and ripped her chin from his grasp. "Do whatever you like to me," she spat in her best defiant captive voice. "Humiliate me during the day, and **** me throughout the night, but you will not break me." Dusklord's mischievous smile said more than any words he could manage, but it wasn't his only response. Lilly felt a snake of his shadow helix up her naked leg. She stiffened and moaned quietly as it spread her ass checks. It seemed an anal finger from the black tendril would be next, but the thing merely teased her tight bud, gliding across it before heading up to her handcuffs.

The shadow construct unlocked the cuffs. Then without warning the naked captive was pushed onto the bed. She spun herself face up on the bed trying to prepare for Dusklord's next move, but she was still startled as bindings of shadow coiled themselves around her wrists and ankles. Having only faced these constructs with her aid of her powers, Redwing was taken aback by how strong the tentacles were. She was their plaything, and they easily yanked her into a spread eagle position atop her bed before locking her limbs into the more permanent shackles.

Lilly squirmed against her steel restraints, only allowed to move her limbs an inch. She looked up at her nemesis but he didn't meet her gaze. His eyes were elsewhere. She could see, actually feel, them roaming her young body. They stared at her pert breasts, witch jiggled with each twist of her torso. The villain could see every part of her body every intimate detail. The gentle folds of her pussy glistened under his stare, as her vulnerability and useless struggles made her nakedness all the sweeter. She saw evidence of his arousal too: his erection strained within his trousers.

Yet he didn't pounce on her, or whip her splayed body, or perform any of the hundred kinky acts that raced through Lilly's mind. Instead he backed away. The lights above shut off with a loud thunk_ leaving only a scant illumination coming from the hallway. Dusklord stepped into it and then the seel door noisily slid shut, and Redwing was left alone in the darkness.

She struggled vainly for a time after. Partly this was to test her new bonds to feel the strength of steel upon her limbs, but mostly she was thrashing with frustration and a desperation for the play to continue. A need oozed through her loins like magma, but the chains held her back from addressing it; she couldn't even rub her thighs together. Of course simple metal was no stronger than tissue compared to her real power. And she was seriously tempted to tap into the inferno within; her fingers could be on her clit or in her pussy in an instant, or she could spin and rub herself on the bed post. Hell, there must be a dozen surfaces in the blackness of this sex dungeon that could fully satisfy her seeping cunt. But it wouldn't be real, the feeling of helplessness would only be a memory and not the thick blanket it was now. She restrained herself squirming against this foul dilemma until the ache for more settled into the back of her mind.

With the pulsing desire diminished, Lilly settled in for sleep. Yet her restraints remained a present in her mind. The cool grip of the manacles around her ankles and wrists lingered even as the rest of her senses dwindled. Every semi-conscious turn was halted by their strict tug. She carried their steel presence with her as she drifted into her dreams.

Redwing stood before the council of heros naked, both disrobed and de-masked. The nudity felt like ants creeping over her skin. "Pathetic," Avatar growled in his usual emotionless monotone. His voice was thick and gravely (replacing your vocal cords with granite will do that). His eyes were their usual orbs of molten iron, but she could feel a hatred burning within them.

"I'm sorry," Redwing meekly responded.

"The sun was blotted out," said her mentor with all the emotion of a landslide. "And where were you? Not at your post."

"I was taking some time for myself. It was just a--"

"You were whoring out your body in a villain's dungeon, eagerly letting him use whatever hole he liked."

Lilly swallowed hard. "It wasn't. I was just--"

"Playing kinky games with a criminal," Avatar roared over her, his voice still unsettlingly flat. "Did you do whatever it took to gratify him? Or did you look forward to the punishments you'd earn for displeasing him?"

Unable to answer Lilly just hung her head.

"You don't deserve the title of Redwing," Avatar curtly stated as he stepped closer. "You will no longer be a hero. We've scheduled a press conference for you to apologize publicly for pretending to be one." He smiled sadistically showing a slim glimpse of his diamond teeth. "In the meantime the Council has found a new use for your young body." Avatar was now right in front of her. With a wave of his hand obsidian shackles reached for her limbs. With the rough edges of volcanic glass grated painfully against her wrists, Lilly was pulled into a kneeling position. She looked up at Avatar unable to resist the desire she felt.

His cock was rock hard. Literally because it was made from stone, but he was also fully erect. She was only allowed to stare for a second before it has **** into her mouth and rammed against the back of her throat. Lilly's mind raced as she imagined the upcoming humiliating event. Would she be given her uniform back? Or even her mask? To think of her friends and family seeing her in such a state made her heart race. Maybe she'd have to walk down main street using her super strength to pull a monument to her defeat while the crowd yelled obscenities and threw things at her naked body. She doubled her speed, noisily pistoning her soft lips up and down the inflexible member. More of her dominator's obsidian constructs approached her, liquifying into a pitch as they did. These black tentacles roamed up her thighs and began lapping at her lower holes.

Moaning around the girthy shaft in her mouth Lilly felt her master's thick cum fill her mouth one squirt at a time. Would she be permited to orgasm too? No, when she'd be dragged before the masses, naked and unable to cover herself because of her bondage, it would be important for them to see her arousal, to see the superhero-turned-slut so **** to cum.

Lilly begged through whimpers and tugged at the chains holding her spread. With a surge of passion she awoke. The dream burned away like flash paper, but it's desires lingered gnawing within. The captive heroine tried to ignore the pleading from her body to be fucked, and shifted the little amount her bonds would allow in a vane attempt to get back to sleep. She told herself it was just a ridiculous dream. That wasn't her indomitable mentor's personality at all. Avatar had a rigid code he followed to protect the good he saw in humanity. He wasn't the sort to punish, preferring to just remove the threat as cleanly as possible; generally, the embodiment of nature's fury only imprisoned something if he couldn't kill it. Also Redwing had also never seen him use tentacles of liquid obsidian; she knew exactly who had tendrils like that. The squirming heroine tugged on her chains again. Maybe Dusklord was watching her; maybe he'd come if she begged.

Even as her arousal eventually waned, guilt tugged at the back of her mind; it felt wrong to have such an erotic dream about her coworker and mentor. In her mind she had besmirched the character of Earth's greatest hero. Sleep didn't come easily.