I sobbed and hung there from the staple in the wall. The whip uncoiled and Slinky struck me again. I managed to stay conscious through three more blows on my butt and back, and then I passed out again.
It became something of a system. Whipping, fainting, splashed awake, and repeat it all again.
By the time it was over, Slinky let me down and I collapsed. I was scored and red, the pain coating my body, my body worn thin from the agony and humiliation. Overlaying it was the knowledge that my noble sacrifice had been reduced to simple slavery in the eyes of the world. Alpha Man had announced that I was no longer a hero, simply his bonded girl to be abused and penetrated as he pleased. My superhero uniform was gone; my reputation was in shreds; I was naked and alone.
Or was I alone? Despit
