Super Submission

Part I-4

My hands went to my bra, but he shook his head. He reached out and snapped the elastic of my pants.

Carefully, with exquisite slowness, I peeled off my spandex pants, being careful not to disturb my thong panties. As the spandex left my thighs, I could hear the wind escaping from his cheeks, and I felt a surge of pride. I’ve always been very careful to stay trim and healthy. Nobody likes a fat super heroine. With a start, I found myself hoping that he’d let me exercise. Was I warming to the idea of being his slave? Had Cassandra’s vision been real? Would I willingly kneel beside his throne while the world leaders paid him tribute? Would I wear some clingy negligee in public, while he led me by a leash? Would the world know me only as a conquered slut? I felt a dark desire surge in my chest; to have my lust paraded before the world with abandon. That had never been an option before. Now, it might be my only choice.

As I placed my pantsuit in a pile, my Master had moved around in back of me and was running his hands over my body. My skin turned to gooseflesh and I turned about, my p***y beginning to ache again. My mouth trembled, but he placed a hand on my lower lip and then held my shoulders. “Don’t speak, yet.” he said, and then stepped back.

He didn’t say anything, just stood there, staring at me. He was still in his uniform, with the A in flames on his chest. The bodysuit hugging the muscles which only minutes ago had cradled me and held me close. I was almost naked, in my bra and panties, my p***y beginning to pulse in anticipation. I was sure that he could tell that I was wet; moist and ready, expecting to be royally f****d.

For nearly five years of fights and battles Asura had taunted me, hit me, fought me across the country and through the landscapes of the world as he and Bulldozer or Scar fought with the Olympians over one thing or another. My brother and I had battled Alpha Man time and again, but he had always gotten away. We could never figure out what he was up to. Again and again I had scryed the multiple pathways of the future, trying to find out what his plan was. And now, I knew.

His plan was to have me; own me; strip me naked and make me his slave. And Goddess help me, I wanted him! I wanted to be his, totally.

All the fighting, all the battles, all the conflict was over. I had lost, and in a moment, he was going to be inside me. I ought to feel disgust, revulsion for this power-hungry madman, but I didn’t. Cumbrous desire burned through my body, and I wanted to run my hands across his chest. I wanted to feel his hands on me. I wanted those powerful muscles to tear off my brassiere and tug away my thong. My Goddess had abandoned me to my master’s lust, and somehow it just didn’t seem so bad anymore.

I had not surrendered myself to a super-villain, I had surrendered to a man; a man strong enough to be my master. I had seen in him the man powerful enough to make me lay aside my powers; determined enough to make me his woman. I had never known anyone like him, and I realized that I needed him, and I was sure that he needed me.

Without being told, I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra and my breasts fell free. This was the first I had ever done this when someone else was in the same room. I heard his whispered gasp. My n*****s flared erect at his exclamation, and I felt proud that I could make him so excited. I carefully laid my bra on the floor and stood up. Inhaling deeply, I ran my hands up my ribcage and under my boobs and gently pulled them upwards, letting my hands flow over the edges and gently pull on my areolas and yank up on my n*****s. My breasts bounced against my chest a few times, and then gently settled, resuming their shape. With a grin, I saw the bulge in his crotch again, and I felt the ache in my p***y. It was going to happen soon, and I wanted it to.

Slowly, savoring the moment, I eased my black thong panties down, slowly moving them over my knees and down to my ankles. I stepped out of them one by one and laid them on the floor. The only thing I was wearing now was a smile.

My powers might be gone, but I still had the innate power of a woman, and I could tell that it was considerable. He wanted me, all of me.

The moment seemed forever as I stood up and gently ran my hands over my body. “I am yours, Master.” My hands hung at my sides, and I stood before him, beautiful in my nakedness. His crotch was bulging, and I wanted him to bury it in me so badly. I couldn’t believe it, but in that one moment it was all I wanted in the world. In a rush, I told him so.

With a single motion he stripped off his uniform and strode toward me, a hirsute mass of muscle and a jutting c**k that seemed to be pulsing. My God, I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life. It was more than seven inches long and looked like it was made of oak.

He picked me up by the shoulders and pinned me against the wall. His stiff rod was pressed against my stomach and I whimpered. I wanted it inside me, but he seemed to want something else from me. His green eyes blazed with power and I felt a shrinking inside my body.

“Who am I?” he asked, still holding me flat against the wall.

“You’re my master,” I whispered.

“Yes, and who are you?”

“I am Daphne, your slave.”

“And what do you want right now, Slave?”

“I want you. I want you inside of me. I want to be yours, totally!”

He nodded, picked me up, and lowered me onto his c**k. My Goddess, it felt so good! He speared me, right up the middle and he was inside me! There was a slight resistance, and he pushed past it, and I groaned. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever known. I felt the quivering, stiffening, and pulsing manhood. He held me in his arms and then clenched me against his chest and in that one instant everything in the universe seemed to make sense. My breasts were being wonderfully scratched by his chest hair; the hairs were tickling my n*****s and I was laughing. He guffawed, maybe because my face was so funny and then he picked me up in his muscled hands; up, and nearly out of me, and then he rammed back inside me, slamming wonderfully against my c******s and suddenly I came. It was one quick, explosive orgasm and I shouted in his face.

"I'm sorry," I gasped. "That was my first time."

"It won't be your last," he grinned, and repeated the motion.

This time when I landed, his c**k seemed to go further inside me and I shrieked and kissed his face.

He seemed surprised, and he grabbed my shoulders, and I thought for a moment he would hit me, but then he picked me up and flipped me over, while he was still inside me. I landed on all fours, and then he was sliding in and out of me, doggy style.

I’d seen animals do this, but never people. I have to admit, there’s something to be said for it. His thrusts were deep and powerful and each time I thought he was going to split me open. I started to grip him with my internal muscles; I wanted to feel every single stroke. There was something primal about it; a motion from the dawn of time. Again, and again, again he drove himself into me, and I felt the tension building up in my body. He grabbed my breasts and steadied himself as he slammed into me, and it felt so good to be held there. His hands were rough, callused like a mechanic’s, but never has anything felt so right.

Animus and Anima, meant to be together as one.

He pulsed and shot me full of a hot tide, just as my own muscles flashed, and another powerful orgasm swept through my body. I screamed as my arms failed and we both fell to the floor. My new master had f****d me hard, and I was glad of it. I felt the burning sensation of his semen, and it was wonderfully sweet. Why, I wondered; why hadn’t I surrendered long ago? This felt so right!

“Oh, Master!” I shouted.

He turned me over and looked at me lying still in his arms. I was gasping for breath, but I smiled and reached up and touched his face. He had just taken my virginity, forced me to submit and name him my absolute master, and yet at this very moment I loved him. I loved the hungry look in his eyes; I loved the way his hands felt on my skin; I loved the way he held my boobs, as though confirming the reality of holding my naked body.

“I am yours, Master,” I said, feeling drained and helpless.

“Yes,” he said, grinning at me. “You are mine now, and forever.”

I shuddered in the post-coital glow, and shut my eyes, enjoying the sensation of being caressed. I felt him massaging my breasts and kissing them. I stroked the side of his face, and fell asleep.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

I woke up enchained. My neck was enclosed by a polished metal collar with a D-shaped ring at the front for attaching leashes or chains. My wrists and ankles had similar manacles on them, with D-rings as well. I had thought that Alpha Man might do this to me, but I had hoped for some sort of formal ceremony. Apparently he thought that I did not merit such an honor.

I was lying on some sort of low couch, with a heavy blanket thrown over me. I was still naked, and there was no sign of anything around that I could wear.

The room wasn’t the same, either. It was some sort of apartment: wood floors, a table and chairs, a stone fireplace near me, and then something caught my eye: a long narrow tube of metal with a single barred door at the front. I knew instinctively what that would be used for, and felt a quaver of fear.

Not far away was a breakfast bar with three tall stools. A stove, microwave, and refrigerator were visible.

I got up and hurried to find the bathroom, and finally found it. Afterwards, as the toilet flushed, I looked at myself in the mirror. My blonde hair was still short, and my boobs were the same as ever, but somehow I felt different. My collar was some sort of steel alloy, and was lined with soft leather on the interior so it wouldn’t chafe my skin. At the back I could feel a simple lock which would take an ordinary key.

The manacles on my wrists and ankles were of a similar design. They held my arms and legs fast. They could be picked, probably, but I knew the penalty of disobedience; my butt tingled at the thought of another spanking, and I shuddered.

The apartment was empty. No notes were visible, nor were there any windows. The only entrance was triple locked, and I couldn’t budge it. Once I could have simply ripped the door off its hinges, but without the blessing of my Goddess, I had no more strength than any other woman.

Shrugging, I got into the shower and washed up. There was soap and shampoo and conditioner freely available. If Alpha Man came back, he wouldn’t want me to be smelly and stinky. Last night’s lovemaking had burned up a lot of energy and I remembered sweat dripping off me as he slammed into me.