Super Submission

Part I-2

My eyes widened, and she laughed. With a single motion she sat down on my bunk, threw me over her knee and paddled my bare butt with something hard. The first blow shocked me. With a laugh she spanked me harder, and harder, and then harder still.

“How’s that, honey. You like it? You want some more?”

I was biting my lips, trying not to start crying out, but as the spanking continued a groan burst out of me. Then another, and then I tried to stop her. But the handcuffs wouldn’t break; I had no mighty power anymore. Somehow, Alpha Man had put me in a place which neutralized my powers! Slinky easily pushed my arms away. “Uh-uh, honey, doctor’s orders.” She laughed, and paddled me again.

“Ohhh,” I wailed, and struggled to sit up, but Slinky held me prone over her knees.

“Tell you what,” she said, stopping for a moment. I groaned again, my voice dragging. My eyes were stinging. “Let’s stop with the hair brush.... and try this instead!” There was a swooshing sound, and a ringing slap echoed in my cell. The pain was incredible. A ferocious burst of agony went through my butt, and I screamed.

I began to cry. This couldn’t be happening! I was a hero. I’d saved lives, fought evil, and pulled children out of burning buildings. I could fly faster than an airplane. I’d been on the cover of magazines. Little girls dressed up like me on Halloween and wanted to be me. How could I be slung over the knees of a criminal and be spanked like some naughty child?

My ass was on fire and still she continued to spank me. I was bawling, wailing like a damned soul, my face must have been streaked by tears, and still she continued to rain blows on my butt and the back of my legs. I was lashing back and forth, but she held me fast. My crying became screeches, inhuman sounds, and still the tears poured out.

Finally, it was over. Slinky pushed me off her lap and I collapsed on the floor, rolling away from her. My eyes were blurry from my tears, but all I could think of was to get away. I rolled to the far side of the room and lay there, shuddering and snuffling.

There were some odd sounds, and then someone rolling me. I started to protest, and then I felt some cream being applied to my ass and legs. It was cold, and I yelled at the touch, but Slinky pinned me down with the weight of her hand.

“Hold still, and let me put this on you. You ass is chapped and red, but this is hydrocortisone. It will help you heal.”

“Why…?” I murmured.

“Alpha Man wants you fit and ready. We’re starting the lessons tomorrow.” She knelt beside me as she continued to apply the lotion. “This was lesson one. Just because you’re the boss’s property doesn’t mean you’re free. As your teacher, I choose your punishment, and I can make you hurt. Understand?

“He told me I could have my revenge: spank you until my arm got tired. You held out longer than I thought.” I cried a bit, thinking that this was the way the world would be. Evil was ascendant, and payback was a b***h.

“You’re Alpha Man’s property, now, and he wants you trained. You’re going to be a very busy little girl, understand?” I nodded, and she smiled. “He’s going to be occupied for a while, getting ready to rule the world. Your job will be to ease the stress he’s going to build up from being the emperor. When he does come to you, he’s going to be tired, and ready to play. That’s where you come in. It’s my job to see that you become the best courtesan in the world. He and I have been an item for two years, and I’ll tell you, honey, he’s got a log to put a bear to shame!”

I gasped, and she laughed, and pulled me closer. I tried to go fetal, but she was down on me in a second. I flinched, and then there was a delicate little stroke on my labia. I jumped and cried, and Slinky laughed.

“Not bad, honey, not bad at all,” and I felt her tongue on me again, the most private part of me.

I threw my head back and began to cry again.

Slinky got up and snapped up her briefcase. Then she knelt and held me and stroked my face almost kindly. Almost as an afterthought she undid my handcuffs and watched me crawl away. “Heal up fast, Artemis, because the lessons are going to demand everything you’ve got.” She wiped my eyes with a tissue and kissed my face. “It’s not easy to do what you’re going to do, but I think you’re going to be a great at it.”

The door slammed, and I collapsed and cried myself to sleep.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

For three days I was in limbo, not knowing what Alpha Man and the Battalion of Evil were doing. Slinky or Locksmith appeared with my meals, pushed in through a slot at the bottom of my cell door. I got oatmeal for breakfast; stews for lunch and for supper, and nothing to drink but water, and always in a metal bowl, without utensils. I had to tip the bowl to eat from it, and then lick it clean. Failure to eat it all earned me another spanking, harder than the first time.

Finally, at the end of the third day, Slinky opened my cell door and ordered me to precede her to a shower room to clean myself up. When I said “Okay,” she slapped me. That was the first rule: she was mistress, and I was just a slave. Each time I spoke, I had to use the “proper” form of address. It galled me, but I had given my word, on pain of the death of millions.

Once at the shower room Slinky removed my manacles and then chased me into the shower stall, slapping my butt with a towel. Only when the water was running and the shower curtain pulled back did she leave me alone. I knew she was going to be a hard taskmaster.

Worse still, as I was showering, I made a horrible discovery: my powers were gone! One of my favorite bathing tricks was to levitate and turn about under the pelting water. But I couldn’t fly! I tried to bend the shower rod with my fist, but it wouldn’t budge. Why?

In answer, an image of my Goddess, Diana, appeared to me. “You broke your vow. You called a man Master and bowed to his domination.” I started to protest that I had done so to save a life, to save millions of lives, but her face was as unforgiving as her statues. She shook her eternal face and vanished. I was alone again, a normal woman.

Slinky gave me a three-minute warning, and I swallowed hard. I hadn’t been normal since the age of eleven. Now, Goddess Diana had turned her back on me when I needed her most. I shuddered, and lowered my head under the pelting water so I wouldn’t feel my tears.

“Hurry up, girl,” Alpha Man’s voice sounded from outside. “You have a duty to perform.”

“All right,” I said, and then the door splintered open. He was there, still wearing his forest green bodysuit with the capital ‘A’ on his chest, surrounded by red flames. Slinky stood to one side, grinning.

“Yes, what?” he asked, seizing me by my blonde hair and yanking me within an inch of his goggled face.

“Yes, Master,” I ground out from between clenched teeth.

“You’re learning,” he said, releasing my hair. He tore the towel from my body and ordered me to raise my arms. He prowled around me once, and then again, looking at every part of me. One hand massaged the side of my face. He had removed his heavy gloves, and for the first time I felt his hand on my face. It was surprisingly gentle.

“Your Goddess abandoned you, I assume?” I gasped, and he laughed. “It had to happen. The true Artemis was a lifelong virgin. She would never stand by and let her namesake submit to a man.” He ran a hand across my belly, and watched me cringe. “Slinky, from now on you’ll have to be careful not to mark her permanently. Discipline her when necessary, but within limits.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, throwing him a mock salute. Her black hair sloughed over her face, making her look very cruel.

Dr. Asura ran his fingers through my short blonde hair, and then snapped his fingers. Slinky handed over my uniform, cleaned and pressed. “Dress carefully, my dear, I want this to be perfect.” he said, and then held up a small square bottle with an atomizer attached. “Wear this perfume, or I’ll nuke Provincetown.”

“Yes, Master,” I said.

I returned to the bathroom brushed out my hair, applied his special perfume, and dressed myself in my uniform again. Like my brother’s costume, I wear a form-fitting Lycra bodysuit; blue with white highlights and gold piping on the leggings. The red ‘A’ on my chest is accentuated by my breasts, a perfect 36D, for the record.

Like most mega-humans we disdain capes. That was one thing The Incredibles got right, by the way. Capes and cloaks are showy, but they’re also dangerous in combat. Besides, they distract from my curves, and like any woman, I like to look my best for people.

“I’m waiting!” Alpha Man shouted, and I felt a qualm of fear. I knew what was coming next, and despite the degradation of it all, I had agreed.

At least Slinky was gone, and there weren’t any television cameras. My humiliation was going to be his to savor.

I walked back into the room. Asura was sitting in a black leather chair that hadn’t been there before. His goggles were off, and for the first time I could see that he had bright green eyes, which surprised me. As I learned later, he was of Indian and Turkish descent. His skin is an extremely light brown, almost tanned.

He indicated a spot in front of his chair, slightly to the left of it, and I stood there.

“What is your true name, Artemis?”

My mouth was dry, and my stomach fluttered. “Daphne Atlas.”

“Daphne Atlas, you have promised to be my obedient slave, in exchange for your brother’s life and the safety of the world. I have agreed, and sent him to live in Australia. Are you prepared to live up to your end of the bargain?”

For a moment my voice failed me. He must have expected this, because he brought out a remote with a single button on it. I knew what it meant, and he smiled at me and moved his thumb toward it.

“YES!” I shouted.

In an instant Alpha Man was on his feet and he cuffed me across the face with the flat of his hand. My face was blasted to the left, the impact let out a shockwave. The room seemed to spin, and my anger took over. My hands knotted up his bodysuit and I lifted him off the floor, my mouth was open to deliver a challenge. Had my Goddess come back to me?

“Put me down, slave,” he said quietly, just as my knees started to buckle. No Goddess, just adrenaline, after all.

With murmured apologies, I did as commanded, looking quickly at the remote. His thumb was on the button, but it hadn’t been pushed. I marveled at his control.

He straightened his bodysuit with one hand, and then carefully set the remote down on the right armrest of his well-stuffed armchair. Straightening up, he looked at me and then cuffed me again. The strength of his hand surprised me; it hurt, but it was gentler than before. I just glowered at him, and he returned the look.

“Master,” he said, his voice was low and seethed with anger. “You will always call me ‘Master’, from now on. If you don’t, the consequences will be immediate, for you, and for the world.” He seized my blonde hair and yanked me off my feet, and then drove me to my knees. “Say it!”

My heart was beating faster and faster and I wanted to run away, but there was nowhere to go. The villains had won, and I had made the near-ultimate sacrifice. My enemy was now my lord and master, and he was demanding fealty. I had no choice but to give it. His hand twisted the knot of my hair and oh Goddess, it hurt!