Superheroine Confessions: Entry 4 – ‘Fire & Ice, A Love Letter’

Dear Kurt,

(I still don’t know why I start these entries with that, you’re never going to read them. I hope no one ever does.)

I wish it hadn’t ended up like this, but really, you didn’t leave me a choice in the end. You’d just killed far too many people. I was the only one who stood a chance, of course they’d send me. That I was your ex wife, I’m sure, never crossed their minds.

Even before X-Day, you and I were opposites, somehow drawn to each other and yet still pushing each other away. In the time following; with my body transformed into a solid, living block of ice, getting close to anyone became an impossibility; physically, emotionally, or otherwise. You’d left a hole in me, and X-Day made what remained cold and untouchable. Fitting, then, that my body was the only one capable of withstanding the hate and fire you became so comfortable dealing out.

The wreckage of the house we once shared; sundered and charred, stood a stunning reminder of how far we’d fallen. There you were; glowing white, the air around you rippling with heat, staring me down. If you had intended for this to be poetic, like many things, I’ll never know. What I did know, was this stanza would be the last.

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Spinal Tap 2: Feedback (Lara Croft, Heroine, Femdom, Shower, Wrestling, Creature, Male Harem, Mind Control)

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[Acting on a trusted source, your expedition party to the Andes Mountains leads to the discovery of a hidden bunker, whose huge steel payload door appears once camouflaged but is now exposed. A handwritten note secured in a small messenger bag is the only indication of life you find]

“To Whomever Finds This,

Today is the fifth of June, 1995. If you’re reading this, and you seek what I sought in this place, know that it was never here, if it were anywhere at all. What I did find here both nearly killed me, in multiple ways, and you’re better off now that it’s gone. Gone too are the men that kept me here, and I assure you that you don’t want to find what’s left of them, either.

My name is Lara Croft

For nearly three months, I was held captive by a band of mercenaries captained by a man named Stellan. I was starved, suspended, beaten, waterboarded, interrogated, stripped, raped, interrogated, and still I refused to be broken. However, my captor was more resourceful than most. He wanted all of the contacts and leads I could offer, and when pain couldn’t extract them from me, he subjected me to the most intense pleasure I believe I will ever experience in my lifetime. I still do not know what this thing is, this being he procured. But whatever it is, it has a unique ability to sense and tap into the limbic system of its host, wherein it reads and amplifies…well…everything.

Superheroine Confessions: Entry 3 – Lessons Learned (Teacher/Student Femdom, fisting, pantygag, suspension bondage)

*Dragomirova Stanislava Maximovna, Codename: Crimson Fist, you stand accused of abuse of power, excessive physical harm of a trainee hero, sexual harassment, fraternizing with heroes under your command, and conduct unbecoming of The Power Guardian Code. Do you understand the charges levied against you by your superiors?*

**Superiors?! I used to sit on this Tribunal, or have you all forgotten? Don’t presume to speak down to me. Don’t you think, either, that I don’t know exactly who is sitting behind those Iron Curtains, -puff- I fucking designed them!**

*You are not allowed to smoke during this hear-*

**WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO? FIRE ME TWICE!? B’lyad’!**

*Judgement has not yet-*

**Not once in 25 years, has this tribunal not deemed fit to terminate anyone. It’s the last part of this institution I still respect. Don’t insult my intelligence! You think because you get to sit there and put on a show to appease the company, that I didn’t help build this place?**

*Your meritorious service record is being considered, as will be your testimony, once you manage to give it.*

Superheroine Confessions: Entry 2 “Admin Access” (Slave, Remote Control, Forced, Machine, Bondage, Humiliation)

Transcript: Interview w/ S. Wok, Pornhub Presents, 02-14-2025

[As the live feed queues up, on a small softly lit soundstage, a beautiful Chinese-Iranian woman sits across from a well-built adult actor in his mid-40’s, between them is a large display screen displaying the Pornhub logo]

*Hey Guys, Mark Hammerhard here for Pornhub Presents and I’m here with the very lovely Saffron Wok, who’s here to shed some light on some recently released footage.*

**Yes, that’s right. My team and I felt like it was just best to get out ahead of this.**

*I can certainly understand the need to be transparent…*

[As though on cue, Saffron’s titanium white business blouse and skirt become completely sheer for a few seconds, and she cracks a sly sarcastic smile without making the slightest effort to cover her exposed chest]

*about…these kinds of things. Hmm. Ok, let’s just cut right to the footage.*

[The monitor wipes over to a high definition clip of a figure in a suit of polished power armor with vaguely feminine features crashing through the roof of an abandoned warehouse]

*For those of you not aware, what you’re seeing is the superheroine known as Titania…*

“No Capes!” (Superheroine, Monster, Forced, Humiliation, Orgy)

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You know what sucks? Finding out on your 18th birthday that you’re super strong and super durable…by crushing your boyfriend’s dick with orgasmic contractions.

You know what else sucks? The entire town finding out, and you wanting to be invisible up until the point you CAN be, at least when you’re not wearing clothes. Oh, but you can’t control that when you’re a super emotional teenager, so you’re either a floating outfit, or, well, you know.

You know what really sucks? Turning 21 and finding out that no matter how much you try, you can’t possibly drink your troubles away. (Yay, healing and regeneration)

Fast forward another couple years and a couple thousand miles away and you’ve got a whole new opportunity to make a name for yourself. So that’s what Gust did! (That’s me, my superhero name is Gust. I know, I’m working on it) Come up with a sweet outfit, stop some robberies/murders/whatever, and maybe get recruited to a big team. That was the plan, and it was working out pretty well…

Then came the day when I bit off more than my petite mouth could chew, and I went from being Gust, to being called…Gush. You can probably tell where this is going, but I’ll go on anyway, it’s why you’re here, isn’t it?

Spinal Tap (Lara Croft, Creature, Forced O, Mind break/control)

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Coughing, bruised and battered, hanging from her restraints in a blank gray stone room: Lara rested as best she could while bracing for the next round of ‘interrogation’.
The strength in her legs sapped from having to keep herself upright while being caned in every conceivable place, her arms long since numb from being elevated, she could only think.

A low hum broke the rhythm of her labored breathing, as the lights once again came to life around her. Through the heavy iron door, her captor entered. A tall, slender Scandinavian man, he carried with him a glass cylinder, capped at both ends by steel hatches, containing a semi translucent fluid, though she knew not what.

“It seems you are much more resilient to pain than I was lead to believe, Lady Croft.” His thickly accented voice taunted. “You are forcing me, in your resilience, to resort to methods I could and would not otherwise employ. You see, before you lies a being not of this natural world; a being of, how you say, extra-dimensional origin?”
Lara turned to high alert, a fresh course of adrenaline rushing through her, preparing her to react in whatever way she could.
“I assure you, Lady Croft, that even were you not stripped of all but your wits, that you could not harm this being. As such, it in turn has no intent to harm you. The intentions of such a being are wholly benevolent, in as far as it can perceive.”

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