Super Submission

Part I-3

“Yes, Master,” I whispered. He shook his head, and I said it again, louder. His grip tightened, and I thought I could hear my hair starting to rip, as though he was tearing it out by the roots. “Master, master, master, MASTER!” I screamed the words again and again, and he continued to drive my head lower until my forehead was on the floor. My words were echoing off the tiled floor, but I would keep saying them for hours if only he would give me back my hair.

Finally, minutes later (I had no sense of time) he let go of me, and placed his hand in front of my mouth to still my words. I could see his brown boots in front of me, and suddenly, without being told, I placed my head against them. The leather was freshly oiled, and it felt both hard and soft.

“That’s better,” he said, and his voice sounded almost kind. “You show promise.

“Now, get on all fours, and look up at me.”

When I did so, he was standing there with both arms akimbo. He was grinning. His black hair framed the tanned skin of his face, and his green eyes bored into me. I felt so small and insignificant that I cowered. He seemed to like that, and he bent lower, staring and smiling.

“My name is Dr. Erick Asura, and I am now the Emperor of the world.

“There are approximately twenty thousand nuclear weapons in the world right now. My allies are currently scattering them all over so that in a matter of days there will a few in every country. No one but we will know where. If the world is not run according to our rules, a city or town around the world will be destroyed. Every mega-human in the world will have to agree to be my foot-soldier—or slave—to save the life of innocents. The days of chaos and poverty are at an end. From now on, Asura rules the world.

“You know who Cassandra is, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” I said automatically, staring at him. He seemed so much larger suddenly. From my position on the floor I could see every detail about him: his muscles were taut, his face clean-shaven, even his fingernails were clean. There was a large bulge at his crotch, and I shivered at the sight.

“You and the other Olympians have always written her off, treating her like a pathetic fanboy. But she is more than just a superhero groupie. She has the power of prophecy, though few people ever believe her. But I had her look into the future, and what she saw was my ultimate victory. I will rule the world, and change our pathetic, divided world into a paradise of power and plenty.”

“She saw me sitting on a throne in a white hall of marble, and there were people lined up to speak to me. Many of them were wearing rich, expensive fabrics in odd fashions. A parade of courtiers was lined up, presenting me with rich gifts. Armed guards flanked my throne, and there, kneeling beside me, was you! You were naked, or, nearly so. My hand rested on your head, and I was stroking your hair almost like a man pets his dog. I was your lord and master, and you loved it.”

I felt repulsed, and at the same time, a queer sort of thrill. The Goddess Artemis demanded my virginity, so I had cut myself off from men, determined to never take the chance of letting them have me. Now, this insane vision filled me with wonder. I wasn’t capable of that kind of behavior, was I? To be a submissive pet; to be fondled by a world-conqueror, like some sort of harem girl? It wasn’t possible, was it? Suddenly, I remembered something, and I was so shocked that my mouth fell open.

“Speak,” he said.

“Cassandra once told me that only when I sacrificed everything would I have nothing, and then I would see riches pass before my eyes.”

He laughed. “And as my pet, so you shall!”

“This can’t be happening,” I cried.

“Your brother cursed her with the power of prophecy, but with the twist that no one ever listen to her. However, she has never been wrong.

“Before we first met, Cassandra also told me that the woman of my dreams would defeat me five times in combat. At the time I thought that was nonsense, but that is what you did. Now, you are mine!” He reached down and seized me by my biceps and yanked me to my feet. Again I was mesmerized by the brilliantly green eyes. Now they seemed to glow with triumph, and I felt a squirm in my stomach. There was something familiar about that look, as though I had seen it before.

“You know as well as I that a vision can only come true if all the pieces are in place. Now, that has come to pass.” He ran a stroking hand through my blonde hair, and I felt a quiver in his hands. “I have dreamed of this day, when you would be here before me, to do my beck and call.” His left hand stroked my hair again, and then descended down my shoulder and lingered on my arm. In an almost kindly gesture he raised my hand and allowed me to stroke his cheek. “You are my woman now. My willing slave, you said?”

“In return for my brother’s life, yes, Master,” I said, hating myself. I had once sworn to defend mankind against people like Asura, and now I was promising to be his thrall. My stomach squirmed again. My mouth was dry, as opposed to another part me that was starting to feel disgustingly damp.

“I command, and you obey?”

My teeth chattered, but somehow I managed, “Yes, Master.”

He folded his hands across his chest, dropped back into his chair, and gave me a tight smile. “Prove it. Take off your uniform, right now.”

Just as I thought; but, I had no choice. Cassandra had warned me that this would happen, but I had ignored her. Now, I had to pay the price.

I put my gloved hands in my waistband, and he shook his head. I stopped, and he smiled.

“First, the gloves, and place them neatly on the ground; slowly.”

My hands fumbled with my red leather gloves, but my master did not complain that I was clumsy. He smiled, but said nothing. The red gloves came off and I placed them on the ground, one at a time, on top of each other.

As I stood up, he smiled again, stood up, and stepped closer to me, leaned in, and whispered, “Go slower; I know that this is difficult for you. You are undressing for a stranger, for perhaps the first time?” I nodded, and he kissed my cheek. The tenderness of it startled me, and I looked at him in wonder. “I am not without feelings, Daphne. Just because you are my slave now does not mean that I don’t care about you.” His hand brushed my stomach and then, lightly, almost skating, his hand came up and grazed my left breast.

Something flip-flopped in my chest and my cheeks flushed. I brought my hands up to my face, and he took my hands away and held them by the wrists. “You are so beautiful at this moment.” He released my wrists and stepped back. “Now, remove your uniform collar.”

Like my brother, my costume has a steel removable mandarin collar. When we’re working inside crumbling masonry or burning buildings the last thing we need is for debris to go down our shirts. It took me a long time to get used to it, but it’s been very useful.

I reached behind my back underneath my hair and released the catch, and carefully removed the steel reinforced collar. I shook my head for a moment, and my shot hair flowed around me. I hadn’t realized how tight the collar had felt, and how much freer I felt without it. Bending down, I placed it on the ground beside the gloves.

Asura’s hands went to my neck, and he lightly touched my throat. For a moment I thought he was going to strangle me; he had done that once in a fight here in New York, but this time his touch was gentle. My hair was pushed aside, and he kissed the back of my neck. The hairs on my body seemed to stand up on end and then he was massaging my shoulders and back. It felt so good I groaned aloud, and then his breath was warm in my ear. “You’re so tense,” he hissed. “You need to loosen up. You’ve been carrying the burden of the world for too long.”

“It’s my duty,” I said, and he demurred.

“Not anymore,” he whispered, his fingers slowly cupped my breasts and squeezed. My eyes flew open, and he grinned. “From now on, your sole burden is obeying me. Now, remove your blouse, and slowly.” He turned and dropped back into his chair and sank back, enjoying my predicament.

I started to protest, but his face darkened, and he shook his head. I licked my lips and put my hands under my waistband and began to pull. This part of my clothing seemed to take the longest, and for each moment, my master’s face seemed to grow in joyous anticipation. And also, for each passing moment I felt the last vestiges of my freedom disappear.

Now I understood why he was having me strip in front of him. Not just for his pleasure; but also to prove to me that I was at his command. As I removed my superhero uniform, I became more his slave. When I stood naked before him, there would no longer be any doubt that I was his to command; his to control.

My shirt was halfway up my belly when my strength failed me. My hands fell at my sides, and my head slumped. The enormity of Asura’s victory overwhelmed me, and my legs almost buckled.

“Keep going,” he said.

“I can’t,” I said. “You’re torturing me, Asura.”

He stepped forward, his hand lashing back to strike me again, and I raised my head, tears stark in my eyes. “I don’t care if you hit me again. You can whip me, if you want. But this is torture, sheer torture!” My hands were waving, and I must have looked ridiculous, a Lycra body-shirt halfway up my belly, my bra showing underneath it, tears rolling down my cheeks. “I was a hero; a defender of the people and you’re tearing away the layers of my identity, and making me bear the weight of your victory! It hurts so much; I don’t think I can stand it.”

He struck me across the face again, then grabbed my hair and pulled me toward him. I raised my hands, expecting a fight, and then he was kissing me. His hands were on my shoulders and his tongue was inside my mouth battling with my own. He pulled me to him, and I felt his hard muscles against my chest. My Goddess! Was this the man whom I had fought for control of Con Edison? Was this the man who’d looted a Chase Manhattan vault and dropped half the contents over Harlem? The same man who had Vulcana knock me fifty miles across downtown Manhattan in the heat of battle? He was strong and hard, and I felt myself melting against him.

He yanked on my hair and pulled my head back, and oh-my-f*****g-goddess there was such a look there that I wanted to surrender right then and there. My p***y melted at the sight of that hunger.

“You have surrendered to me, Artemis, but that does not mean that you have lost. When a woman surrenders to a man, she wins. Do you understand?”

My v****a began to ache, and slowly I nodded.

“Remove your blouse,” he commanded, and I obeyed, gladly.

As I bared my chest, I lost sight of him, but soon I could feel his hands on my breasts still encased in my bra. His touch was gentle, slowly tracing imaginary lines across my boobs. My n*****s were hard, and he touched them with feather lightness.

As I straightened out my Lycra top and carefully folded it I realized with a start that he was smiling again. There was something almost gentle in that smile. For a moment I forgot that he was the emperor of the world, a villain, a conqueror. For an instant, I was just a woman, and he was just a man.