Super Submission

Part I-5

With a start, I realized what had happened the night before. He had f****d me, and I had wanted him to. Even more, we had not used protection. I realized what that meant, and for a moment, I wondered what my brother would do if he discovered that I had borne his arch-enemy a healthy son, or daughter? Then again, Alpha Man had conquered the world, and probably wanted Apollo and the other Olympians to serve him. I remembered some of Alpha Man’s victory speech, and his bold declarations. It had sounded like the whole concept of heroes and villains no longer applied. I realized that it had been some time since I had seen a news broadcast. I had no idea what was happening in the world.

Then the memory of our session together flashed through me, and I felt my n*****s tighten at the memory. Goddess! That man could f**k! He’d made me surrender to him, forced me to admit my desire, and then he’d claimed me. No, I amended the thought, not claimed but taken! I was his prize; conquering the world was just the means of getting me, I was sure of it.

Dr. Asura (AKA Alpha Man), my new master, was a diabolical fiend, or so my brother Steve (Apollo) had always said. But what did I really know about him? I pondered, and tried to remember.

Alpha Man had appeared in the world just five years before. At first he was a bit of a mystery man. When I had first met him, he seemed like just another petty crook. He’d robbed a crowded liquor store and made his escape by ducking into a storm drain. I’d followed him there, caught him, and turned him over to the cops. At the time, the only notable thing I’d noticed was that he kept staring at my chest. I’d written him off as a low-grade pervert.

I later learned he’d jumped bail, and turned up again a week later, having graduated to bank robbery. He robbed six banks in quick succession, each one a bigger caper than the one before. By the time I caught up with him he had a crew of ten men and they had taken three tellers hostage. My method of catching them was simple. I’d read the mind of one of his thieves, and then waited for them at their hideout. Alpha Man allowed himself to be captured, but because he didn’t reveal himself to be a mega-human he broke out of the police car and got away.

The funny thing was that it turned out that he’d given every last dollar to needy children, and sent flowers and apologies to his former hostages. Half the news stations in town started calling him a modern-day Robin Hood.

Alpha Man next turned up at a medical college, stealing files and documents from a safe. He fought his way out of the place, and turned over everything to a TV reporter. The evening news ran a big story about the college dean selling phony licenses to unqualified doctors. The result was that the college gave this crusading ultra-criminal an honorary degree. This was why he was now calling himself Dr. Asura. One of the few times a super villain had an actual degree.

Over the ensuing years he and I fought several times, and he gradually let on that he had as much or more power than I did. I kept trying to figure out what his racket was; and he kept bobbing and weaving, metaphorically-speaking, never admitting a thing. But now that I was his willing slave, I thought I knew. He’d been studying me, learning about my limitations, my needs, and my whole psychology. And all the while he’d been secretly building alliances and assembling an army to do what every evildoer in a gaudy Halloween suit had ever said he wanted to do all along: take over the world! Alpha Man had finally done it! But what was he going to do with it? And, what was he going to do with me?

Out of the shower and dripping water on the floor I wrapped my short hair up in a small cone of towel on my head, and then made a discovery: there were no towels big enough to wrap myself up in. None of them were bigger than a tea towel. I could dry off, but I couldn’t cover myself. Alpha Man wasn’t giving me the luxury of anything remotely concealing.

Was this the first measure of his control over me? That he would clothe me when he felt like it?

Swallowing hard, I looked in the mirror and saw that my impromptu head scarf was already coming apart. I pulled it off my head and looked at myself, hair in disarray, blue eyes troubled, and still completely naked.

“Beginning to get the picture?” Slinky asked me, and I jumped. I’d not heard her come in.

“I’ve got nothing to wear,” I said.

“Your master wants you naked, all the time. What he wants, he gets, remember the deal?”

“Yes,” I muttered, and she struck my ass with her hand. Forgetting myself I turned and launched myself at her. She stepped back quickly and tripped me as I came out of the bathroom. I tumbled over her outstretched foot and fell face-down on the floor, only remembering to turn and let my shoulder take the impact at the last second.

She was on me in an instant, locking the manacles on my hands and feet together with padlocks, leaving me hogtied. I struggled, but I was held tightly.

“Now, Artemis, you and I are going to have a little talk.” She sat down cross-legged in front of me. She was dressed in black leather, and I saw for the first time that she was carrying a whip in one hand. She coiled its length and used it to rub my n*****s while she talked.

“Dr. Asura, or Alpha Man, if you like, has told me that he wants your training stepped up. After last night he’s worried that you’re still a bit too civilized. You actually spoke to him last night like you were his equal, and we both know that’s not true anymore.” She put her hand into my collar and pulled me closer. “So, we’re going to accelerate your training. But we can’t do that until we get a few things clear.

“First of all, in the absence of your master, I’m in charge, and you will call me Mistress, is that understood?” She tapped my breasts with her whip for emphasis.

“Yes, Mistress,” I whispered. The whip was really scaring me. I remembered what her paddle had felt like, and I could only imagine what a whip was like.

“If you fail to address me properly, the penalty is whipping. If you try to fight back, you’ll be whipped. If you try to run away, you'll be whipped long and hard. This is going to be your primary instrument of punishment. I don’t care if you cry, or scream for help because the walls are soundproofed, and by now every country in the world knows that he has named you his personal slave.”

My eyes bugged out and I stared. Slinky nodded, and rubbed my breasts with her whip. “Yes, he did that the night before he took you. Even your brother knows that you have gone from superhero to slave, and by the time I’m through with you, you’re going to be a simpering slave.”

My arms were beginning to ache from being bound like this, but Slinky didn’t give me a minute’s respite.

“Now, before we go any further, you have to be prepared.” She went into the bathroom and I heard water running. A moment later she came out with a foaming brush, a razor, and a cup of hot water. I could see the steam rising from it. “Your master likes to see p*****s naked, and he was very disappointed that you had a full bush. So, we’re just going to have to take care of that. She bent down and I heard a set of electric clippers hum into action. I held still as she buzzed my v****a clean, and then lathered hot shaving cream onto it. Delicately, she scraped around my pubis until it was as naked as she could get it. After toweling me clean she began to apply hair removal ointment to the area. The jellied stuff was cold and I shivered at the feel of it.

“Alpha Man did this to me when we first became an item,” she said. At my startled look, she laughed. “Sweetie, I told you before. We’ve been together for almost two years. He’s a very demanding lover. He demands absolute control; strict obedience is his watchword.”

“Has he ever whipped you, Mistress?”

“Many times,” she said, and then pulled up the back of her blouse. There were fading stripes across her back. “Sure, it hurts, but after a while they’re almost like the caresses of a lover. It’s like f*****g, really: the first few times it hurts, but then you learn to enjoy the hurting.”

I was shaking my head, and she laughed. “You’ll see, and I’m the one who gets to introduce you to the world we live in.” Her eyes were deep and dark pools and I could not see what was lurking there.

She unlocked my hands and arms and ordered me to stand up. “Now, turn and go through that door.” I went through and stepped into a dark room which was lit only by a couple of small red ten-watt bulbs in the ceiling. The walls and floors were completely black. I got a very cold chill in that room, though it seemed as though it were only about seventy-two degrees.

Slinky pushed me towards a wall and then had me turn about and face her. When I did, I gasped. She was wearing a black hood with square eye holes. “Open your mouth,” she said, and then thrust a red ball into my mouth. It had straps on the side and she tied it on behind my head.

“Hold out your hands,” she said and I did so, and she locked my manacles together. “Hold up your hands,” and no sooner did I do so then she spun me about and hooked my outstretched arms onto some sort of stud or nail. I was practically suspended, my feet barely touching the ground. It was extremely uncomfortable, but what scared me was that I got the feeling that someone else was in the room. I could see nothing, hear nothing, but someone was there, I was sure of it.

“Now, Daphne dear,” she said, crooning slightly. “You were disrespectful, and you tried to attack me. Remember what I said about that? There are punishments for being bad.”

My eyes gaped but all I could see was the black wall in front of me. I tried to plead, but the ball gag kept me from saying anything. I heard the leather fall on the ground, and a few experimental swishes in the air. My eyes were watering, and I was struggling to say that I would never do it again; I would be good; I would be the best slave in the world, but my words could not force themselves past my gag.

The leather swooped through the air and slapped against my naked butt. The first blow was an explosion of pain. My eyes practically burst from their sockets, and a scream erupted from my mouth. The ball gag practically fell out of my mouth. My hands opened convulsively and I hung from my manacles. Tears gathered in my eyes, and I shuddered. Alpha Man had told me that in surrendering I had won, but this was not victory. This was punishment.

How long I hung there I don’t know, but after a moment, Slinky helped me to my feet. I stared at her, sobbing in pain, and she shook her head. “That was just one stroke, Artemis. You’ve fourteen more to go.” I stared at her in disbelief, and then I fainted. I’ve never lost consciousness before in my life, but faint I did. A moment later, water splashed in my face. The pain told me that I wasn’t having a nightmare, and then Slinky loomed in front of me, her masked face looking like my executioner.

“You’ve got fifteen strokes coming, Artemis; ten for trying to attack me, and five more for not calling me Mistress. This is one punishment you’re never going to forget.”