Message-ID: <7010eli$9803171810@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Lord Shon <LordShon@aol.com> Subject: Bound Ninja in Spandex Part 5 <revised> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <2ba74a64.350db0e5@aol.com> This is one part out of six involving a silly story that concerns Superhero Bondage. The entire story contains scenes involving M/F, F/F, Bondage, Light Humiliation, Domination and Robotic Bestiality. Certain parts contain certain scenes. It is not meant to be taken seriously, and does not in any way mean to infringe on the copyrights of the companies who own the characters mentioned. In fact, all characters are NOT from the comics, they just dress like them. This is a story about people who are involved in Superhero Bondage, and the trials that always come from the subject. While I poke fun at the genre, I hope none of the fine writers who have written a SuperHero Bondage story take offense. At the same time, if you have never read a story of this genre, I think you may still like this story for the way it shows how silly it can all be. As always, comments are welcome by e-mail. You can also visit my website at http://members.aol.com/GntlShon/Kiko.html to show your approval. It does not contain any stories, but has a few notes about the story. More importantly, it contains a counter so I can judge how popular this story is by how many hits I get. Bound Ninja in Spandex Part 5 By Shon Richards Kiko walked quietly through dark mansion. Her senses were on the lookout for any attack, her body prepared to fight for it's life. So far she had been captured and filmed on video twice. Her ass was sore, her sex had been filled with dildos and rubber monster tentacles and her jaw was still sore from where the bitch dressed as Black cat had slugged her. Kiko was determined not to let any more abuse happen to her. Walking down the corridors Kiko noticed herself in the full length mirror on the wall. She frowned at her long hair that had been dyed purple. It fell past her shoulders making her asian features glow in contrast to the dark purple. Her eyes were drawn to the clump of hair sticking up, still sticky from the "alien" vanilla frosting cum. Her clothes consisted of a simple t-shirt, a not so simple leather bikini bottom, her six inch heel boots and of course, about a dozen ribbons strapped on her arms and legs. "Damn," Kiko muttered. "I look like Psylocke the night after the frat party." Turning to continue searching the mansion for the Ruby Tits of Luck statue, she noticed someone moving down the hall. Realizing that three of her five tormentors were locked upstairs, she rushed to the end of the hall, eager to eliminate another. She turned the corner and saw a door close. Confident and feeling in control for the first time in a long time, she kicked the door open. She rushed in to find another recording studio, complete with more bondage toys and furniture. Of the person, she saw nobody. She walked carefully around the studio, keeping an eye out for traps. Because she had been shocked one time, she avoided anything metallic. Because she had been gassed another time, she propped the door open as she came in. And after being needled once, she was making sure no one could sneak behind her. Her caution resulting in no one attacking, she finished her search and promptly fell asleep. Kiko awoke and before she had even opened her eyes, she asked "How?" out loud. "It was simple, " a soothing feminine voice answered. "We drugged that ham sandwich they feed you. We wanted you to be awake for the attack, but fall asleep shortly after so you couldn't escape. It's a good thing too, you escaped before they got a chance to fuck you, but it knocked you out all the same." Kiko tilted her head to see how she was bound this time. Kiko was beginning to take this all in stride, even though she was humiliated and video taped, she at least always got laid. She was bound upright to a metal X-frame, t-shirt and bikini bottom removed once again. her wrists were held down by ropes that worked off of some kind of pulley system. She noticed that under her a hollow pole had been placed right beneath her sex, the pole ending at the floor above a cup that was sitting on a scale balance. Kiko had no idea what the scales were for, and hoped she didn't have to drip out of her pussy to fill that cup. "If that's what they have in mind then they are in for a rude lesson in female anatomy" Kiko muttered to herself. She then examined the last remaining henchwoman of Vengeance Lad. The black lady was wearing a white wig that trailed down to the floor. her white spandex bodysuit was so tight Kiko knew the woman had a shaved pubic region. She knew this lady to be the copy of Storm, which made sense considering how many black women there were in comics. She thought that having to wear the same outfit everyday while the other former Lesbian Gladiators could wear any costume they like as long as they changed wigs, must of been frustrating for the Storm girl. Storm approached her, holding two wires that she pulled from a machine across from Kiko. Storm quickly tied the wires to two large green clips, and then clamped them over each of Kiko's nipples. "OUCH!" Kiko yelled, "What the fuck are these for?" Storm didn't say a word as she then placed a dildo made of ice onto an odd looking motor device. Kiko recognized the motor from the Intimate Bondage Materials catalog and shuddered. It was 9800 Pump-n-Thrust motor, designed to give the phallus of your choice that realistic fucking motion women crave. Storm then plunged the frozen dildo into Kiko without any preparation. As Kiko screamed from the cold and gave the X-frame her best thrashing as she tried desperately to escape. the evil women then attached the motor and dildo to the pole and stepped back to admire her handiwork. "Quit your screaming and listen, I'm only going to explain this once." the white clad black woman ordered. Kiko stopped screaming and shuddered quietly as Storm explained. "Vengeance Lad had decided to cut his losses and finish you off in a gruesome and graphicly entertaining way for his fans. The ropes on your arms and the wires on your nipples are hooked up to the same pulley system. Every two minutes they will pull an inch. Eventually your arms will be ripped from their sockets and your nipples will be a mess. We have decided to give you a futile chance to prolong your fate. The ice dildo will slowly melt inside of you and drip down to the scales. For every two ounces that drip, the pulley will release an inch of slack. We have allowed you enough room that you can hump on the dildo in an attempt to make it melt. In the off chance you don't want to cooperate, the dildo has a motor that will fuck you anyway. Any questions?" Kiko stopped shivering long enough to ask "You assholes are really going to kill me?" Storm nodded. "Right now Vengeance Lad has spent his entire fortune on the computers, our salaries, bondage equipment and enough comic books to jerk a high school off with. We can not afford to have you get free and tell what we have done to you. Of course my boss is a wimp who won't be able to see your corpse much less witness your death, so you'll have to be satisfied with me watching your doom. And recording it of course." And with that explanation completed, she turned around went to the adjacent recording studio. Kiko watched as the woman made herself comfortable, flipped some switches and began reading an issue of Cosmos. Before Kiko could plot her escape, the motor on her dildo came to life. The shivering that she was barely able to control was returned with vengeance as the ice plunged up and out of her. The frozen shaft fucked her faster than Kiko could react to. Up and down the ice plunged, almost moving too fast for her to feel the cold, her body shaking from the assault. She twisted in her bonds as she felt the familiar feelings of an orgasm approaching. The machine across the room started up with a gentle hum that kiko didn't hear. But she immediately became aware of it when her wrists were pulled an inch outward. She cried out from the sudden pain, and cried out louder when the clips on her nipples were tugged outward. She forgot the icy intrusion of the dildo as her breasts were aflame with pain. She looked down at her huge man-made breasts and was horrified at how obscenely they were pulled out. The callus phallas continued to fuck her as she reflected on her dilemma. Now that she was pulled tight from the wrists and chest, Kiko couldn't squirm as much. Trying to stand still while she was being fucked was driving her senses crazy. Her sex was so wet, she noticed how much easier the dildo was sliding into her. As she panted loudly on the X-frame, the wrist ropes tugged again, followed by her nipple clips. Her eyes widened in alarm. There was no way that another minute had passed yet the ropes were pulling again so soon. Kiko came to the grim conclusion that unless she did something extremely soon, her arms were going to be hanging from the ceiling. Kiko wouldn't let herself think about the fate of her nipples. She examined her ankles, hoping to see a flaw she could exploit. She saw that it was a simple leather belt strap that held her ankles, but as far as they were, they might as well be made of steel. looking down also gave her a clear view of the ice phallus pumping inside her. Seeing how huge it was gave her new respect for how much cock she could hold. She stopped looking at it when she realized she was just getting horny, and right now humping back would not go easy on her nipples. She turned her attention to her wrist restraints and immediately saw possibilities. As the ropes tugged another inch and her nipples screamed at her in outraged pain, she blinked away tears to confirm what she saw. Her hands were tied to the ropes only, not to the X-frame at all. The cuffs were simple leather belt straps there too. A plan rose to her trained mind, and hoping she completes it before cumming, she began her attempt at freedom. She gripped her sex around the ice phallus and began squeezing as hard as she could. Years ago, her yoga taught had taught her how to control her muscles in such a way to prevent rape. Fully tightened, she could prevent anyone from entering her, with something inside her, she could make sure it would never leave. She only hoped that she was strong enough and could concentrate enough to crush the ice. The action of tightening around the ice also resulted in heightening her sensitivity. Her mind focused on her sex, she moaned quietly yet strongly as the ice filled and tugged at her from inside. The ropes pulled her arms again, and her concentration was almost ruined when her nipples were pulled shortly after. Kiko tried to imagine the wracking pain as Pedro biting on her nipples too hard. After fixing this in her mind, the pain became almost sensual and she felt her body tensing to cum. In a panic, she tried to squeeze the ice harder. tighter and tighter, her Ninja vicegrip tightened. Her sex so slick and wet from the ice and her arousal, she almost didn't notice the dildo shattering within her. Wimpering a little as her potential orgasm faded away without anything to rub against, she released her vice grip. The broken ice fell from her deadly pussy, right down the hollow pole and fell in a heap inside the cup. The scale sunk to the floor, and the Kiko heard a loud clicking as the machine calculated how much slack to give her. She hoped they were telling the truth about the slack and to her delighted surprise, the wires on her nipples went completely limp, followed by the tension on her arm. Her wrists no longer held up, she quickly undid her restraints and untied her ankles. She kept her eye on Storm inside the control booth the entire time, but fortunately, she was still reading her magazine while eating some crackers. Kiko stepped down quietly from the X-frame, her eyes on Storm's back, and snapped off her nipple clamps. She had taken one step before dropping to her knees as the blood rushed back into her sore tits. Kiko reached over and quickly grabbed some of the crushed ice. Pressing the ice to her bosom, she sighed as relief flooded over her. "Oh yes," Kiko whispered as she blew her purple hair out of her face, "she is going to pay for this and then some." It was an easy task for Kiko to enter the recording studio without making a sound. It was even easier to sneak up behind Storm while she was eating the crackers nosily. What wasn't hard at all for the embittered Asian beauty was kicking Storm about the head three times before she hit the ground. She then discovered a remote control as it fell from Storm's grasp. As Kiko examined it, she realized it operated the pulley system. "Timed my ass!" she cursed. "That bitch was just tightening it everytime she felt like it!" Storm sputtered as the cold water splashed her face. She spit out a chunk of ice and became aware that she was now strapped in the X-frame, abeit, upside down. The cool air on her ass told her she was butt naked, a situation she was prepared for. Everytime this asian bitch escaped, she tended to fuck over her captors worse than what she had suffered. Storm knew something awful was going to happen soon, she could see Kiko standing right in front of her, her hands on Storm's thighs. "I'm going to give you the same courtesy you gave me," Kiko began. "I'm only going to explain this once as well. I've attached the pulley ropes to your ankles, I'm not going to use the clip wires you used. I have a feeling that the threat of having your legs ripped out might be enough to motivate you. But because I believe it's easier to interrogate someone with honey than arsenic, I'll give you a reward everytime you tell me something useful. Understand?" "I'm not telling you anything bitch!" Storm yelled with more bravo than she had. Kiko suppressed a giggle. She was trying to be cool and evil but she was actually having a blast and that made it hard not to laugh. her finger hovered by the remote's button. "Ok, first question, where the hell can I get something to eat that isn't drugged?" Kiko asked. "Eat shit and JESUS that hurts!" Storm screamed. The pulley ropes had tugged her much harder than she had thought they would. She breathed heavily a few times as the pain faded to a dull ache. "It hurts alot doesn't it?" Kiko asked. "Just imagine what would happen if I tapped the button a dozen times. You could almost say there was a Storm breaking." Storm decided to force a laugh at that pun. She decided that being at the hands of a pissed off Ninja was not the time to not laugh at stupid jokes. "Ok, let's try again, where can I get some non-tainted food?" Kiko demanded. "We each have a fridge in our bedrooms." Storm replied. "The boss likes to spike our food from time to time so we caught on and store our own food. You can go right down the hall and the blue door is my room. EAT all you like." "That wasn't so hard no was it?" Kiko asked. "Now you get your reward." And as Storm tensed for some cruel attack to happen, she was surprised to feel a tongue lick along side her pubic hair. A soft delicate tongue licked small lappings around her sex, and sent shivers down to her head. "I had a feeling you might like that." Kiko said. "If I remember from the television show Lesbian Gladiators, you always tended to scissor people between your legs. Seems to me to be a desperate cry for a licking." Storm said nothing as Kiko stopped her oral teasing. She tried to remind herself that she was in a dangerous situation. but those thoughts faded with each breath Kiko exhaled on her moist sex. "Now a tougher question, where has the statue been moved?" asked Kiko, her fingers tracing the contours of Storm's bush. Storm bit her lip before replying "He moved it to his secret master studio." She was rewarded with some more of Kiko's mouth, this time parting her sex with her tongue. Storm moaned as she felt Kiko's hair between her thighs. The tender tongue danced through her, sending electricity down her body. Kiko paused, and blew gently across Storm's clit. When Storm stopped shuddering from this, Kiko asked her next question. "Now where is this Master Studio?" she cooed. Storm was silent for almost thirty seconds before saying "I don't know, really." Kiko leaned her head on Storm's thigh and pressed the button. Her legs were wrenched another inch and Kiko kissed her thigh as it passed. Storm tried to struggle out of this pull, but even she knew that it was impossible. When she ceased fighting, Kiko asked her again. "I really can't say," Storm pleaded. "He knows that's what you are looking for, and he's afraid that you'll ruin all the great footage we have of you." "Gee, you mean you are more afraid of Vengeance Dork than you are of me?" asked Kiko who then pressed the button twice more. Storm shrieked as her legs strained under the pressure. Her crotch was wider than she was used to by far. Her hips were on fire and her blood was rushing to her head. She debated between the indignities Vengeance Lad could create and the mercy of this ribbon clad bitch. The bitch won out. "The master studio is behind a secret panel in his bedroom. That way he could jerk off and go right to bed. Now please stop pulling the ropes! You're killing me!" she screamed. "No," Kiko corrected, "what you were doing to me was murder, this is just fun." Storm's blood froze at that threat, but instantly re-heated as Kiko licked savagely at her rainbox. Kiko's mouth was clamped over her sex, and the heat from her tongue lashing away inside her almost made her forget her painful legs. Kiko sucked away at her pussy, her mouth feeding at Storm's drainpipe. Her orgasm approaching, Storm's thighs tried to clench together despite their pain. It was then that Kiko decided to stop licking. "Next question," Kiko said casually. "Is there any defences or anything that will knock me out? I get the feeling the next time you guys capture me, you might get smart and just kill me." Storm knew that this whole episode was probably on tape. She knew that if she betrayed her boss that he would have evidence of it. She knew how much being punished by that robot dog hurt. But all of those worries slipped away as Kiko blew softly across her wetness. the tingling of her sex, so ready to explode clouded her judgement and she revealed all she knew in a deluge of information. Kiko listened as Storm outline all the traps between here and the Master Bedroom. She found most of them easy to remember and the rest were too silly for her to fall victim to anyway. She was impressed by how much she was babbling, Kiko had no idea her tongue was that persuasive. When Storm finished revealing the secret weapons of Vengeance lad, Kiko kept to her word and rewarded her. Her small mouth buried itself in Storm's wet delta. As Storm shrieked in delight, Kiko's tongue sought her clit and rapidly tapped it. Kiko practiced her morse code on Storm's clit and only made it to the letter J before Storm came. Kiko sucked every once of pussy rain from her, tasting and licking from every place her tongue could reach. When she thought she had recovered from her orgasm, Kiko applied the clips she had waiting. Storm shuddered as her sensitive pubic hairs were suddenly bunched together very roughly. She strained to lift her head up to see what the Ninja was doing, but all she could tell was by what she felt. And it felt like her hairs were being divided between two clips -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |