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This is one part out of six involving a silly story that concerns Superhero
Bondage. To know if the version you are reading is complete,  the phrase "To be
Continued"  or "the End"  should be at the bottom.  If not,  then the part is
NOT whole.  

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 also has a
picture of Kiko.  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.

"Ok now,  " kiko began "I was willing to reward you for telling me what I
need,  but now this part is just personal.  I've snagged your pubic hair
between these nipple clips you used on me.  I've also attached them to that
wonderful Intimate Bondage Materials pulley machine over there.  Now because
I'm a sweetheart,  I've disabled the leg ropes from tightening any further."

"Storm's face went from bliss to terror.  "You can't be serious!"  she cried. 
"I told you everything I know,  and this is what I get?"  

Kiko stepped back and brushed her purple hair out of her face.  Her Asian
features were completely playful which only made Storm panic more.  

"Nope, you got a tongue lashing for your info remember?"  she answered.  "This
part is simply for my own sense of payback.  Unlike what you did to me,  the
machine really is set on a timer and I predict in about ten minutes,  your
snatch will be bald.  The hard way."

Kiko quickly ran off,  skipping as she exited the door.  She left a little
disappointed that she wouldn't be able to hear when the clips were done
pulling.  Ten minutes later,  she found out she was wrong about the quality of
the soundproofing.

To be continued,


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