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NightStorm awoke to complete blackness and the feeling of constraints one her entire body.  Not just on her wrists and ankles, but almost like there was something covering her entire body and squeezing it tightly.

She pulled on whatever was warped around her wrists and felt her strength pull against her own thigh. She tried to move her lets, but found them restrained, both too each other and to the same point on her thigh that her wrists were.  She could feel her head held in place by some kind of binding around her neck, trying to move her head forward accomplished nothing.

Suddenly a sound crackled to life, “Welcome NightStorm, please do try and escape, I’m told the bonds are strong enough to hold just about anyone, except perhaps those pesky aliens.”

She pulled again against her bonds but they refused to break, or even stretch for that matter.

“Good, now that we’ve gotten past that, we can get started for real.  I know you can’t see yourself at the moment, but if you could you’d recognized the suite I’ve borrowed from The Twister.”

‘Oh fuck!’ she thought to herself, there was something in her mouth that didn’t let her speak, but she knew what kind of trouble she was in now.  The Twister’s “conversion” suits were legendary, he’d managed to convert several A list hero’s in his time with them and that meant real trouble for her now.

“The good news is that while I was bored of our old games, that doesn’t mean I was bored with you.  No, I find you very pleasant to play with so instead of letting the suit do it’s work and disposing of you in some third world brothel, I’m going to keep you right here to play with.”

She tried to struggle once more, but she heard a click and suddenly her vision was filled with light and colour.  She tried to close her eyes but it was too late, her eyes widened as the sounds filled her ears as well.

Soon the lights and sounds changed, no longer undefined blobs and random hissing, they started to take focus and meaning.  Eventually she could make out words in the sound, images in the colours.

“You are a toy.”

The words filled her but she fought them, she was not a toy, not something for The Gamesman to play with.  She was NightStorm, a hero!

“You are a second player in the game.”

No, she was going to be an A list hero, not some second rate sidekick to a retired villain!

“You follow The Gamesman lead.”

She didn’t follow his lead… did she?  She did follow him to the town, but that was different wasn’t it?

“You enjoy being played with by The Gamesman.”

Suddenly something buzzed between her legs and pleasure shot up through her body as the words echoed in her ears.

‘Oh god, that felt good.’ she thought as the next words came across.

“You have played the game but have lost, The Gamesman always wins.”

She started to fight the words but just as suddenly as the pleasure had come from before, something buzzed in her backside and the pleasure was unbelievable.  A small orgasm washed over her as she struggled to regain her composer to fight it.

“You are a toy.”

She wasn’t a toy… sure, The Gamesman was playing with her like one at the moment, but that didn’t mean she was one… did it?  It was hard to think, the pleasure still clouding her mind.

“You are a second player in the game.”

Well maybe that was true, she’d never made the A list, never done anything to get on the front page of the paper.

“You follow The Gamesman lead.”

She had, hadn’t she.  He’d lead her right to him, like one of those children’s toys with a string that the child would pull along behind them.  He’d been leading her here all this time.

“You enjoy being played with by The Gamesman.”

She wanted to refute it, but as soon as the vibrator came to life between her legs all thought of refusing the pleasure was put aside.  He was playing with her right now and she loved every moment of it.

“You have played the game but have lost, The Gamesman always wins.”

She was still coming down from the pleasure of the vibrator in her pussy when the one in her ass came to life, sending an orgasm throughout her body. She hadn’t wanted to cum again, she knew it was wrong, but she had lost again, The Gamesman always won.

“You are a toy.”

Yes, she was a toy, The Gamesman’s toy to be played with.

“You are a second player in the game.”

She loved being the second player, it was all she was good for.  Never a first play, no, she was so much less than a first player.

“You follow The Gamesman lead.”

Of course, she followed his lead anywhere he wanted to go.  She was his to lead.

“You enjoy being played with by The Gamesman.”

She held her breath until the buzzing started once more.  It felt so good to be played with by The Gamesman, she cried out in pleasure as he did so.  She wanted to cum so badly, but she knew it wasn’t time yet, he wasn’t finished playing with her.

“You have played the game but have lost, The Gamesman always wins.”

The orgasm crashed over her as the vibrator in her ass came to life once more.  ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ she cried in her own head, ‘Yes I’ll do anything to ensure The Gamesman wins!’

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