Message-ID: <7015eli$9803171823@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Lord Shon <LordShon@aol.com> Subject: Bound Ninja in Spandex Part 3 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: <53cc2b62.350db039@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 3 By Shon Richards Kiko awoke, shaking the drugged feeling from her head. The first thing she noticed was that her wrists and ankles were bound and that she was bent over a sawbench. The second thing she noticed was that her swimsuit had been removed, which made her thankful the sawbench was padded, splinters can be a bitch. The last thing she noticed was that her hair smelled funny. When she tossed her head to look at her hair, she noticed it was purple! She let out an angry scream. It was fucking bad enough that her father made her dress like the character Pyslocke from the comic books. It was bad enough she was forced to wear ribbons on her limbs, six inch heel boots and a purple swimsuit that clung like saram wrap. But when her father insisted she get a breast enlargement to complete her appearance, she had put her foot down over her hair being dyed purple. She fumed and pulled at the restraints, eager to kick someone's ass. "Quit that silly struggling." a voice commanded. Kiko's memories returned with a shock. Her father had sent her to steal a statue rumored to grant incredible luck from a Mark Demeaned. After she had broken into the place and was captured, she learned Mark preferred to be called Vengeance lad and had a fetish for superheroine bondage. He was a nutcase with his own website dedicated to his sick fantasies. Kiko slumped as she remembered that she was going to be their star attraction this week. Her beautiful oval eggshell face and her father's obsession with having a comic book femme fatale for a daughter was going to result in her porn debut over the internet. She turned her head and looked the room over. It was a rather large studio, complete with automated cameras set up on the walls. The walls were a sickly lime green, with strange organic looking decorations, creating the effect of being in a bad "Alien" movie set. Even the bench she was on was bright green, looking more like some freakish stump of alien growth. And standing right beside her was the Wonder Woman look-a-like assistant, the one Mark called Diana. A wicked smile on her face, framed in black hair and a tiara. "I'm glad you're awake, you slept till eight o'clock this evening and we wanted to get at least two hours taping done before the night was out. At least it gave your hair time to dry after we dyed it." said the grinning amazon. "When I crack your fingers one by one, I'll ask if dying my hair was worth it." said Kiko. "What the hell is this setup anyway?" The woman never stopped smiling. "Take a look at the ceiling, it's one of our most popular attractions" Kiko turned her head upwards and giggled. There was a giant foam rubber "monster" hanging from the ceiling. It was a dark shade of green, and had multiple tentacles that hanged ominously low to the ground. It might of been frightening except for the goofy large blue glass eyes that circled the gaping mouth. The mouth was frozen in an open expression that made Kiko think it was going to suck on a whale's cock. The woman reached for a tentacle and wrapped it around one of Kiko's ankles. "For some fucking reason, giant tentacleed monsters are very popular for raping women." she explained. "It's always the same, the monster rams us with tentacle cocks and molests us for the audience's enjoyment." "If you think I'm going to pretend some horny octopus is going to fuck me, you are in for a disappointment." Kiko said. She also tried to shake her bound leg so that the tentacle wouldn't stay on. Diana smacked her once on Kiko's ass. "You had better stop struggling," she warned. "This is not some monster prop, but an invention from Intimate Bondage Materials. It's a fully automated creation that needs to know your exact placement in order for it to molest you. Keep struggling and you'll end up with a cock tentacle trying to enter your pussy through your shin." That graphic image made Kiko stop moving. She watched Diana pull a tentacle around wrap it around each leg and arm. After a tentacle was in place, she would press a button on the master tentacle that would format that position. As each tentacle was activated, it would grip her tightly and Diana would remove a cuff from the bench. In a matter of minutes, Kiko was firmly held by the robot monster and more helpless than when she was held by escapable cuffs. A tentacle was wrapped around her neck, and when the grip tightened, Kiko knew she was in very deep shit indeed. A tentacle was inserted into her sex, Diana working the large rubber phallus into her. Kiko felt herself stretch to accommodate it, and she worried that the device inserted into her to record her sexuality would be going nuts. Everytime she had an orgasm and the monitor back home detected it, she could kiss a week's allowance good-bye. It was a bitch being a Ninja for a strict father who dressed you as a knockout but believed you should live like a nun. When a rubber appendage was placed an inch inside her ass, Kiko stayed very still. She didn't even breath until she saw Diana hit the format button on the master tentacle. Kiko didn't like trusting a guy in her ass unless he was made aware how easy it would be for her to kill him if anything went wrong. Now she had some automated pervert's nightmare in her ass. Things were not going well. Suction cup tentacles were placed on her large breasts, and Kiko was surprised by the warm liquid touch. These tentacles felt like a hungry hot mouth and she found it easy to close her eyes and imagine her scientist friend Pedro was the one doing it. It sure beat the hell out of the thought of getting turned on by a decadent octopus. She was lost in these pleasant thoughts when she heard Diana swearing. "Damn, I wanted to use extra tentacles in case you were strong enough to resist." said Diana. "But now that you are wrapped pretty tightly I'm out of tentacles for you to suck on." She tapped the master tentacle in her hand while she pondered the problem. Kiko saw a way out of this, "Why don't you just use that tentacle? It's a little bit smaller, but you have to cut me some kind of a break." Diana's face broke into her familiar smile. "You have no idea how many times I have had to let this machine fuck me" she said. "Every week we get more requests for Wonder Woman to get gangbanged by the monster. Today, someone else can suck on rubber alien dick for a change!" And with that final insult, she shoved the tentacle into Kiko's mouth and pressed the format button. Diana then set the start timer for three minutes. Kiko felt the tentacle tense in her mouth, but her eyes were on the "off" button a mere 10 inches up the rubber arm. Diana walked out of the room, and entered the recording studio. A glass window separated the two rooms, but the camera angles were done to eliminate the anomaly. Kiko noted with disgust that a camera was directly pointed at her head, ready to record her beautiful face with the freakish purple hair suck down monster cock. A wave of terror passed through her at the thought of fanboys all over the world wanking off, imprinting her face into their minds forever. Escape was a must. The timer expired and the bench she was on depressed into the ground. The tentacle around her waist held her in the same position but allowed for more visual exposure. The creature's eyes flashed like a horny pinball machine and the mouth issued what was suppossed to be a threatening laugh. Kiko's disgust at this cheesiness was disrupted by the machine's carnal motions. Her sex was penetrated roughly by the seeking tentacle and she nearly gagged on the cock in her mouth from the size of it. It entered in and out of her so slowly, she felt herself contract and squeeze on every inch. The tentacles on her breasts only added to her arousal , creating a direct line of arousal connecting her chest to her clit. The tentacle in her ass did not move yet and she was grateful, for it allowed her to enjoy herself for a moment. Her ribbons bounced wildly off her arms and legs as the machine and Kiko melded into each other. Kiko snapped out of her bliss. If her monitor records her orgasm, she was in serious trouble. She began implementing her escape plan, and sucked hard on the cock in her mouth. She recognized the off button on the master tentacle when she saw it, all Intimate Bondage Materials were very much alike. if she could reach that button, she could be free! Sucking on rubber was extremely hard. The rubber drained her moisture while the taste was awful. The tentacle in her Ninja delta was pumping faster and it was extremely distracting. She tilted her head to suck more of the tentacle into her mouth, but the waves of pleasure from her sex were breaking her concentration. The simulated mouths on her nipples were sucking harder while the grips on her thighs were pulling her wider. She moaned a low guttural sound, and she lost two of the inches she had managed to deep throat. The tentacle began to vibrate inside her and she knew it was now or never. Delaying her orgasm was driving her nuts as well as causing Pedro back at home to marvel at her perseverance. Her sex was fighting her to have an orgasm the entire time Kiko sucked harder. Inch by inch she managed into her mouth, estimating that she would have to deep throat a full twelve inches if she was going to succeed. She also knew she was giving the video performance of a life time to these losers, but that couldn't be helped now. She had sucked 10 inches down when her body gave up and had an orgasm. She nearly choked as she shook with the power of the explosion in her sex. Defeat washed over her as she realized she lost another allowance. Her body was just beginning to untense from the orgasm when the anal tentacle shoot a slippery fluid onto her ass, and dived in. Meanwhile Pedro was writing down the time and intensity of the orgasm. He was very proud of his invention, it had solved the perplexing problem of catching Kiko at play. She had a long record of corrupting people who were trying to report on her. There was no way she could bribe the machine, no way she could blowjob her way into a false report. The best part about the whole situation, was that Pedro was finding it extremely arousing. It was very easy to listen to the beeps and whistles and try to imagine what Kiko must be doing to generate these feelings. He had been stroking himself for the past ten minutes, keeping his strokes in time with the beeps. "Man, she must be having the fuck-fest of her life." Pedro muttered to an empty room. Meanwhile Kiko was shaking under the assault. The anal tentacle dived in and retracted with a viciousness that surprised her. The tentacle in her sex expanded very slightly, but was enough to make her feel like she had just been re-entered for the the first time today. The restraining tentacles increased their grip and Kiko decided not to wait any longer if she could help it. Before she could re-focus on her oral escape, the tentacles came. She was startled by the ejaculation of hot sweet frosting into her mouth. She tasted vanilla in the thick icing, and had only a moment to reflect on it before the other tentacles ejaculated as well. Hot frosting shot into her sex, creamed out of her ass and shot out of the tentacles restraining her. The white icing flying everywhere made her the center of an alien cum shower and she was not amused. She arched her head as straight as she could and sucked the cock into her mouth. Her eyes squinted as she sought to take as much as she could into her. The anal and vaginal attacks were taking their toll on her self control and Kiko cursed herself for being so horny. She would never escape if she kept cuming like this. She imagined the tentacle in her mouth to be Antonio Banderas's cock and slurped her way down the rubber dildo. Inch by inch she sucked, the icing sticking to her exhausted body. Finally, her tongue touched a button and Kiko used her powerful tongue to press it. Holding her breath and hoping she pressed the right one, she let it out as the arms relaxed and she dropped to the floor. She hit the floor hard, the cock in her ass hurting especially. As the pain subsided, she spit out the cock in her mouth. She saw Diana stand up looking shocked. Diana rushed to the door to the studio, in the time it took Kiko to stand and pull the tentacle out of her ass. She assumed her deadly fighting stance and looked forward to an ass kicking. Diana ran in, her powerful arms raised to grab Kiko. Kiko side stepped her easily and watched as Diana slipped on a patch of white frosting. Before her ass had hit the ground, Kiko had landed a kick to her head, knocking her out cold. Diana awoke to find herself strapped onto the padded sawbench. she was not surprised. She was however surprised to see Kiko wearing her Wonder Woman swimsuit. Kiko was constantly falling out of the suit as she walked around Diana, but she didn't care. She was too busy attaching tentacles. "What are you doing?" asked Diana a little hysterically. "You don't know how to program it!" "That's right," Kiko answered. "It'll run off of the positions that you programmed for me." Diana looked at her with large frightened eyes. "but I'm a good half foot taller than you, it won't compensate at all!" she yelled. Kiko popped a non-master control tentacle in Diana's mouth. "Yep, that's what I figured" she said. She set the timer and walked off. She examined the controls and tried to figure out how to erase the tape of her being alien fucked. She discovered that although a copy of the tape was edited here for production, a master copy was already copied to the main computer. Kiko kicked the desk as she realized she would need to find that copy as well as the Ruby Tits of Luck statue before she left. She went into the studio bathroom to take care of non-erotic urgent matters. She used the sink to wash off most of the alien cum icing, but it still left her a little sticky. Steeling herself, she saw herself in the mirror. The purple hair on her Asian features didn't look that bad, which pissed her off that she had even a slight liking to her dye job. Worst, a glob of the icing was stuck in her hair. Now she had a white mess making a portion of her hair stick out at a right angle. Someone was going to pay. She turned to the toilet and before she sat down, she saw the camera. With an angry karate chop, she destroyed the camera, as well as dealing a blow to the expectations of fanboys who had hoped to get a video titled "Psylocke pisses!" from WWW.takeitbitch.com. She was using the studio bathroom when the timer went off on Diana. Kiko finished her business quickly and watched with satisfaction as the tentacles went a lot deeper into Diana than she was used to. Despite the fact that the "Wonder Woman" one piece wasn't able to hold her cleavage in, it was better than nothing. And seeing Diana struggle helplessly under a rain of frosting did wonders to cheer Kiko's mood. Recalling that the floor plans she studied showed heavy reconstruction on the attic, she left the studio to search for a hiding place for the statue. She knew she was on the second floor, and the sounds of the television downstairs assured her that she may be alone up here. Proceeding very carefully to the attic stairs, she moved as silent as a battery dead vibrator. The attic door was unlocked, and the lights were off. As she turned on the light switch, she saw that this room was an extensive dungeon setting. Hooks hanged from the ceiling, whips and cuffs decorated the walls and there were quite a few beds with restraints. The room was done in black, except for the podium on which the Ruby Nipples of Luck statue stood! Kiko walked towards it carefully, her heart pounding. She examined it and found no light sensors or what appeared to be pressure plates. She wasn't sure what it was doing here, but she admitted that the gold and ruby statue did add a nice contrast. Her gloved hands picking the obscene statue up, she turned to leave the attic. Holding the statue in one hand, she reached for the doorknob and froze as electricity arced through her. When the voltage stopped, she fell to the ground. The door opened and Vengeance Lad and the women dressed as Supergirl and Batgirl followed. "That was a good idea Kara, letting her have the run of the house till we saw what she wanted." Vengeance Lad said. The girl dressed as Supergirl smiled. "Does this mean I get to do the video I wanted to with her?" she asked. "I don't know Kara," said the Batgirl. "If we hadn't of been watching on remote feed, we would of never known she escaped from Diana. Maybe we should just kill her." "Nonsense, " Vengeance Lad said. "I like her idea, and what she did to Diana was a fluke. She won't escape a second time. Kara picked Kiko up by the long hair and turned to the Batgirl. "C'mon Barbara and help me out, we have a lot of work to do if she's going to be ready by morning." she said, an evil malice alight in her eyes. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |