Darkraven chewed on the chains that bound her to no avail. She spat them out and swore under her breath, “Damn it… I should be able to break these easily!”
Her eyes drifted up to the bright lights shining down on her and she let out a sigh, there was nothing to be done unless there was a power failure or something, her powers only worked in the dark.
She wasn’t sure exactly how she’d been captured, the last thing she remembered clearly was working her way through a dark factory down at the waterfront. She’d gotten a tip that something big was going down and she was determined to thwart it. Then… nothing.
She’d woken up a little while ago, her wrists bound and connected by the chain, her feet similarly restrained, and a pure white room with a single door without any windows that she now intensely stared at.
It was a little while later that the headache started, she squinted and rubbed her forehead. Hours and hours passed, with nothing changing, until even her stamina gave out and she laid down to try and get some sleep.
Darkraven felt the chain between her ass cheeks shift as she tried to relieve the stress on her arms. It had been days and days in the white room, the same routine, lots of nothing until she fell asleep and then when she woke up food would be there for her.
Well, food and a pot to piss in.
It was humiliating, but she’d eventually given in when she could hold it no longer.
Then one day when she woke up, she wasn’t in the white room any more. She wasn’t sure where she was, but she knew she was tightly bound in hot latex that hugged her body so tightly that not even darkness could exist between it and her skin.
But unlike the white room, where there was no stimulation of any kind, now she had two vibrators buzzing. One in her pussy, the other in her ass. In addition there was a dildo shoved half way down her throat and something attached to each of her nipples.
The vibrators went off at random intervals, the nipple attachments sent small shocks through her body, and once in a while the dildo spurt out a saltly liquid down her throat.
It was so distracting that she didn’t even notice the headaches any more, nor the soft, almost silent, voices that whispered in her ears.
Darkraven stood proudly in the sunlight on her Master balcony as she looked out over the city.
She could feet her Master’s gaze on her ass and she hoped he would soon come over and use her.
Her training in the light room and the dark room had shown her how much of a waste her life had been. How her Master would put her to much better use, and she did all she could to show him how much she appreciated it.
Eventually she heard his footsteps approach and then his hand land on her ass cheek with a smack.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” he demanded.
“Master, my body is ready to serve you in any way you wish.” she replied in a clipped, hurried, tone.
“Is that it?” he pressed.
A shiver ran through her as landed another smack on her exposed ass.
“Master! This slut is not worthy of your attention!” she called out and then bent over at the waist and pushed her ass out as far as she could, “Please Master, beat this sluts ass red!”
The flurry of blows that followed brought orgasm after orgasm and she couldn’t wait for him to use her ass over and over again.
