Chapter Two
June 18th, 1:52 AM
Erin didn't want to listen to Sunny's interminable chatter. The villainess's shrieky, self-satisfied voice was bad enough on its own; her words were even worse, as Sunny relished every humiliating detail of Erin's defeat. She had already recounted the Blue Lynx's unmasking three times.
"You have to understand, I wasn't really a hundred percent sure, even in that moment," she crowed. "Sure, I had a good theory, and yeah, I saw you go into the apartment. But until that mask flew off your face, I didn't know. And when everything was confirmed in that moment... It was just... Just..."
Sunny sighed. "It was glorious, Erin."
Erin groaned. It was all she could do. At the moment, she was literally a captive audience, trussed up like she'd never been trussed up before. They had placed her atop some kind of medium-sized wooden sawhorse, her legs astride the main bar, her thighs and shins both lashed with heavy rope to the table's back supports. Her forearms had been tucked underneath her upper body, her wrists also wrapped in rope, with additional rope securing her arms around the sawhorse's body. The bonds and the contraption had contorted her into a sort of sexy squat, forcing her ass in the air, but also allowing her to see in front of her, where Sunny stood, her arms folded, smiling. Erin's predicament was topped off by the large red ball gag that had been inserted between her lips and strapped around the back of her head.
The scene would've been straight out of one of Sunny's twisted erotic dreams but for the fact that Erin was still clothed... for the most part. She didn't have her belt-- the Spaniel hadn't allowed her to get it back. And, of course, she didn't have her mask. Her face was exposed. Which made her feel more naked than she'd ever felt.
"I could do this all night," Sunny said. "And I probably will. I feel so... elated. The thrill of dominating one of your foes. Surely you know it, Erin?"
She did.
"So how does it feel to be so thoroughly dominated, yourself?"
Erin wouldn't have answered this question even if she could have. Sunny didn't need to know what was going on in her head. She had to stay strong, resilient. She knew she was in deep, deep, deep trouble. She had been unmasked before, but never like this: never by a foe so malicious, someone so committed to the Blue Lynx's destruction, someone who recognized Erin Steele and was ready to use that knowledge for evil purposes. But she couldn't crack. Showing any sort of emotion would only enable Sunny, embolden her. She had to keep her superheroine composure.
The problem was, superheroine composure was a very difficult thing to keep in circumstances like this. Being "thoroughly dominated" felt awful. Every time Sunny said her name-- "ERIN STEELE," in that horrible voice-- Erin had to fight back tears. She was ashamed of being so helpless, of being so stupid and easy to surprise. She was also terrified. She didn't know what Sunny planned to do from here on out, but she knew that it was going to be far, far worse than anything the Spaniel cooked up. Brian had only wanted to play games with her. Sunny wanted to destroy her.
"You're not as witty as you were before I unmasked you," Sunny said. "Though I suppose that gag doesn't help."
Erin groaned. She couldn't think about this topic, again, so she instead wondered where they were. The nondescript, dark surroundings made it impossible to know for sure. Was this a secret room in Hammerson's house? Sunny's lair? One of those old warehouses that Hammerson had so often converted to a drug factory? The villains seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of creepy, dimly-lit storage rooms.
Had anyone seen her get captured? Had Margot been around? Erin had told her not to come, had insisted that dealing with Brian was the Blue Lynx's job alone. But Margot was the only person in the city who had the will and the ability to help Erin, now. The only other person who might even have a clue about what was going on was the Spaniel, and...
"I'll bet you're wondering what happened to your friend. The Spaniard."
Erin gulped. It was like Sunny had hacked into her brain. Was anything of hers a secret, anymore?
Sunny smiled. "Let's just say he's doing some, oh, re-training at the moment."
Re-training? So they'd captured him, too? And were... Hypnotizing him? Forcing him to do their bidding?
"He's the test subject, you see. What happens to him is going to determine what happens to you, my pet."
Test subject? Erin's body automatically tensed up. Sunny had a direction, a focus. She had a future mapped out for Brian and Erin. Everything from here on out was going to be completely controlled. And Erin, without her mask, bound and gagged, utterly in her foe's clutches, was just going to have to watch it happen.
Sunny laughed. "Yes, yes. You've got some busy days ahead, Erin. You should probably get some sleep." She strolled around her captured quarry. She paused. Erin took as deep a breath as her gag would allow.
"Just a couple of more minutes of fun, and then it's lights out," Sunny said.
Erin felt Sunny's fingers on her butt. The long nails scratched her rear's most outward point, digging into Erin's spandex and tugging it around. She heard Sunny giggle, and then felt two light pats on the side of her buttock. There was silence, and several seconds without movement, before the Sunny's hand touched her again, this time slapping the buttock hard with an open palm.
"MMPH!" Erin said.
Sunny laughed, stabilized Erin's jiggling butt with her fingernails, and then hit her again, harder this time. Erin howled into her gag, and Sunny hit her again. Within seconds she was furiously spanking Erin's defenseless, protuberant ass, knocking it around from side to side, forcing Erin to arch her back and slam her eyes shut, producing a steady, loud "MMMPHH" from Erin's sealed lips. Sunny hit her again and again, occasionally pausing to dance her nails on the seam of Erin's spandex, but mostly just smacking, the sounds of each swat cracking the still of the room.
"I need more space!" Sunny chortled. While one hand kept spanking, the other dragged the leg holes of Erin's costume up and into the heroine's butt crack, turning her bikini-cut into a thong. It gave Sunny an even bigger target, and she now attacked all around Erin's most sensitive places, with complete disregard for modesty or human decency. Even as the slaps began to lose their potency, with Erin's butt going numb, the pain continued in Erin's heart. Had she ever been subjected to such a demeaning, pointless torture?
She lowered her head. Once more she felt on the verge of tears. She could sense the waters welling up when suddenly, Sunny stopped.
"My God, you're all red," Sunny said. She had stepped back from her foe's bottom and was inspecting her work. "If we keep going like this, your ass is gonna be putty."
Erin exhaled. So it was over?
"I've got just one more treat for your butt tonight," Sunny continued. Erin heard her rustling in the dark. "This one's been Spaniel-approved. A muscle relaxer. But also a "will relaxer." Should make you easier to move."
Before Erin could consider the implications of a "will relaxer," she felt one more twinge of pain in her ass, and then saw Sunny walk back around to her front, shaking out a syringe. She had been... drugged?
Erin's vision became cloudy.
"Sleep..." Sunny cooed.
Was this what... she meant? Test... subject?
The rest of her body was becoming numb as her abused behind.
Her head wilted into her arms, her breasts smooshed against the table, her legs lost all their tension...
And once more, Erin was unconscious.
On to Chapter Three
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