Captured [ff] [humiliation]

Hello, I’m Daxter Connors, author of super heroine erotica. This is an excerpt from my latest in the Ultra series, *Captured.* For more, please check out my blog — link in comments.

We find our heroine in a perilous situation, bound in tight shibari bondage, having been captured by the deviant known as Alexa, a latex-clad dominatrix and her two bad-girl companions. Will Ultra, AKA Anna Blane, find a way out or submit to Alexa’s whims? This is part of a series dubbed BAD END… so, I suppose, you have your answer…

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*Click click click.*

I turned my head to the left and saw Alexa approaching, her high heels clicking on the cement with every step as she walked slowly, methodically. I huffed and tried again to break the restraints, but again, failed.

“You embarrassed me in front of my girls,” she said, watching me writhe. She knelt down beside me and pulled my head up by the base of my auburn hair. I grimaced, gritting my teeth. “I love the look, shibari,” she said. “Japanese rope bondage. You’ll find that the knots only grow stronger the more you struggle. I made a bet with the girls that it won’t take long to break you,” she said, gripping my hair tightly, then she stood and smiled.

With a nod, I felt a sudden tug on my arms and legs and realized quickly that I was being lifted into the air. I dangled from a rope as it lifted me higher, until I was eye to eye with Alexa. I growled at the woman as tears of rage came to my eyes, and then groaned as my own weight worked against me to tighten the ropes.

“Untie me and we’ll see who’s boss!” I said.

Alexa reached out and gently pat my cheek, then she ran her fingers down and over my neck. I huffed again as I struggled, finding it difficult to maintain the strength as my body stretched. The woman’s fingers moved down my chest, tracing the ropes that cross between my breasts. She took both hands and cupped them both.

I gasped as she squeezed, running her thumbs over where she figured my nipples to be — and she was right. The material of the suit might as well have been bare skin. My nipples perked up and I could feel her tugging at them through the suit. With her index and thumb, she took each of my nipples and squeezed, hard. I bit my lip. She squeezed harder. I groaned, and finally, with a twist of her wrists, she made me yelp. She laughed as she let go of my nipples, her hands traveling then over my sides and to my hips, where she slowly spun me until she could gaze between my legs. With her riding crop, she gently pat my crotch. I could feel the weight of the weapon; worse, I could feel myself becoming aroused. I clenched my eyes tight.

“Don’t you do this,” I said to myself, “Don’t give her the pleasure!”

*I can’t do anything to stop you from becoming aroused,* said the Spirit, and I sighed.

“This won’t do,” said Alexa. From her pocket she retrieved a small pen knife. With it, she found the crevice between the panels of my armored suit and slowly cut at it. I could feel the material give way to the sharp object as she exposed me.

“What are you doing?!” I said, struggling harder, but she held me still with a firm grip on my inner thigh. Soon, a window had been cut into my armor, and the chill grew ever colder.

It was when I felt her cold fingers on my ass that I cried out. Using both hands, she spread my ass cheeks wide, pressing my thighs apart, I could feel her gaze on my asshole and pussy.

“Oh,” she said. “You’re wetter than I am.”

“Get your hands off of me!” I growled.

She held me open with one hand and with her other ran an index finger up my pussy, from my clit to my hole, rubbing gently around its edge. I shuddered. I could feel the slick digit prodding me softly, and then I felt it enter me until she had inserted it entirely, twisting it in a come-hither motion – expertly locating my g-spot. I gasped as she rubbed the ridged area. I whimpered as she caressed it, and when she pulled it out, I sighed with relief.

Walking to stand so that she could look me in the eyes, she then put her finger to my face, and it glistened under the dim light. With her other hand, she took me by the hair, and rubbed her finger on my lips.

I shook my head and clenched my lips shut, but I could feel the moisture as she rubbed it on me, the taste of myself lingering, my face turning red with embarrassment.

Holding my hair, she then gripped my right nipple, tugging hard. I grimaced and she let go of my head, only to retrieve the knife once more. This time, she used it cut holes around my breasts, exposing them, my nipples pressing against thin threads of my formerly impenetrable armor. When I looked down, I could see my rock hard nipples exposed, tits pointing toward the ground, hanging freely.

I began to panic. This woman, Alexa, had exposed me; this wasn’t supposed to happen. As Ultra, I’d never been defeated. She wasted no time, not allowing me to feel pity for myself, as she walked behind me. With two fingers, she spread my pussy lips open and inserted a firm, cylindrical object inside of me quickly. I cried out as it entered me, the woman pressing it in deeply. She moved it in and then out again, repeatedly, until I started to groan, until my groans became cries echoing off the walls in the large warehouse.

I could hear the object as it slid back and forth inside of my pussy, the moist sucking sound as it took it all hungrily. Alexa moved faster, then, gripping my ass with one hand as she fucked me with the object, my tits swinging. I gasped, breathing deeply, until the worst happened — I felt an orgasm coming on.

“Please, no!” I said. “Please!”

“Please?” she asked, stopping immediately, ripping the object from my pussy. I could hear the splatter of my own juices falling in droplets onto the cement below.

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