My name is Jason King and I am a white slaver. I occupy a somewhat niche market, in that I specialise in the capture and conversion of superheroines. I have been plying my trade for over thirty years. It happened pretty much by accident. In the late 1960’s I was running a global white slavery business, with branches in all the worlds major cities. I satisfied my wealthy clients with the daughters of dukes, well-known fashion models, film actresses and international athletes. I suppose that sooner or later someone would take notice.
It was while I was in Metro City, clinching a deal with a wealthy Arab oil sheikh, that things came to a head. I had procured a beautiful English duchess and her twin 18-year-old daughters. The women had already been crated up and shipped out; all that was left was to settle the bill. We were in my private warehouse making the exchange, when Ms Vigilante and her teenage sidekick Justice Girl burst in upon us. My guest and I quickly withdrew to one side, as they engaged my henchmen in combat. I’m afraid good staff were hard to come by in those days and my men were getting soundly thrashed.
However, I learned a serious lesson that day, that has stood me in good stead ever since: superheroines have two serious flaws, one is overconfidence and the other is sheer stupidity. On the verge of victory they paused to deliver one of those tedious speeches, you know what I mean “… desist foul villain for justice will prevail” or words to that effect. Just enough time for me to grab an anaesthetic dart gun and pop them both in their tits. I always fancied myself as a bit of a marksman.
Well they went down like bowling pins, but what was I to do? I was about to have them eliminated, when Sheikh Ahmed piped up. “I say old boy, they show quite a lot of spirit, and I could do with some good breeding stock for my pony-girl stud farm. What say you break them in, for delivery in a couple of months?”
“I don’t know”, I said dubiously, “they don’t look as if they’ll break easy.”
“A million American dollars each, says you can do it!”
“Consider it done!” I said.
Well it wasn’t easy, in the end I had to hire in a Russian mind control expert; but a combination of psychoactive drugs, sensory deprivation and discipline did the trick in the end. We were pioneers in those days; but those techniques have been developed and refined, over many years, to the extent that any resistance can be broken.
Since those early days I have been responsible for the mysterious disappearance of many superheroines. One of my greatest achievements was the capture of an entire team: the Falcon Force. It took a lot of hard work and preparation, which in the end paid dividends. I lured them into a specially constructed maze, which enabled me to pick them off one-by-one. I believe Dr Diabolical is using them to breed a new generation of super villains. Now here I am again Metro City with another Justice Girl in my possession. This will be the third one, shortly to be joined by the third Ms Vigilante I hope. The first Ms Vigilante had been a press photographer and her sidekick a cub reporter. I believe they were sold to a brothel in Bangkok when Sheikh Ahmed tired of them. Several years later the second pair fell into my hands, they turned out to be a wealthy socialite, of some notoriety, and the Mayor’s daughter! They fetched a high price at auction, even by the standards of the 1980s, and the last I heard; they were the lesbian slaves of Queen Abidola in her secret kingdom beneath the South Pole.
Each had been recruited by a secret foundation dedicated to bringing order to the lawless streets. Now the third generation of heroine lay before me, bound to the surgical couch by mechanical restraints. She was a red-haired girl of some eighteen years. Her blue and gold latex body suit lay on a nearby table, she was naked apart from her latex thigh boots and long latex gloves. I examined the suit it appeared to have been treated to resist weapons. It was an improvement on Lycra. She was awake and I could see the fear in her eyes. She had already spent 16 hours in the isolation tube and her body had been connected to devices, meant both stimulate and indoctrinate. Her resistance was at low ebb. I picked up a hypospray of erotizone and applied the gun to her neck just below the restraint. I watched her gasp as the powerful aphrodisiac took effect.
I put my hand between her legs. “Noooohhh”, she moaned, I felt her grow moist at my touch.
“I am your Master and you must obey me. Now, what is your real name?” I stroked her pussy gently.
“Jane,” she sighed, “Jane Greene, Master.”
“What do you do when your not fighting crime Jane” I stroked her clit a little harder.
“Ooooo, I’m a student at a private school for girls, Master.”
“Who is Ms Vigilante Jane?”
“I.. I can’t”,
“I think that I need to pump you for a little more information Jane.”
I slipped of my robe and after parting her legs mounted her. She gave no resistance as my cock slid deep into her waiting pussy.
“Ohhhh God!! Julia Payne! Ms Vigilante is Julia Payne, Masteeeerrr”
“Julia Payne, the super model?”
“Yes Master, ooh YES!”
This was good news indeed a superheroine who had a secret identity as a supermodel; I’d hit the jackpot!
“So how did you become Julia’s sidekick?”
“Julia found me in an orphanage when I was fifteen, she adopted me and took me to her mansion. Mmmmm, when I was sixteen she crept into bed with me and we became lovers. After that she confided that she was Ms Vigilante and that’s how I became Justice Girl, Master… Oh God! Oh God, I’m your slave, master, please fuck me Master!”
So this Ms Vigilante had a dark secret, lesbian sex with an underage girl! She would be doubly keen to get Justice Girl back, to save her reputation alone. Ideal bait for a trap!
I swiftly brought Jane, or Justice Girl, to a climax. The erotizone immediately caused her to pass out, even as I too came.
Interrogation was one the many pleasurable perks of the job.
I summoned a couple of minions and within minutes she was installed within the Perspex isolation tube.
Floating in its saline solution wearing a sensory deprivation helmet, a double dildo in cunt and ass, stimulators attached to nipples and clitoris, she has being slowly pleasured into submission.
Computer generated voices whispered “obey, obey” in her ears and erotizone vapour was added to her air supply to intensify the effect.
The following day Justice Girl was brought before me.
She was dressed very fetchingly in a black, velvet, boned corset, latex thigh boots with a nine-inch heel, and long latex gloves. Both her breasts and pubic region were, of course, exposed. I was pleased to see that care had been take to shave her cunt and that her breasts had been nicely polished. I beckoned; she came to me, kneeled and kissed my shoes.
“How may I serve my Master?” she asked demurely.
“You will make a recording for me. It will be a cry for help, but you will say only what I want you to. Do you understand Jane.”?
“Yes, Master I am yours, to use as you see fit.”
“Whilst we wait for the equipment to be set up, I have another task for that agile little tongue of yours”.
As Justice Girl’s mouth slid over my cock I remembered why it was good to be the King. Subliminal training had its advantages, but it was no substitute for practice. I took pride in training my girls. So, as the endgame was set in motion, I took the time to instruct Justice Girl in the finer points of fellatio.
So it was, some time later, that the trap was set. Justice Girl had, as instructed recorded a pitiful cry for help, which we broadcast on the Justice Organisation frequency. Great care was taken to reduce the quality of the broadcast for authenticity’s sake. A disused warehouse was given as the location where she was being held.
Synthetic henchmen patrolled the floor. These were a Japanese innovation: androids that passed as humans.
They would be easily defeated, but that was their purpose.
They would draw the strength of their opponent like a toreador would weaken a bull for the matador.
My matador awaited in the wings. I had added my own little touch to their function.
Some while ago, I had a commission to capture Savana the Magician. Being a metahuman, I enlisted the help of the master villain Mordered the Runemaster.
Serena, who dressed more like a magicians assistant than a magician, was caught in a mystic web, which robbed her of her powers. #
I believe that she is now turning tricks for the Sultan of Obahn.
However, amongst her belongings, I found a set of amulets that drew the strength of those that touched them.
I in incorporated these into my synthetic henchmen. Now all we had to do was wait.
Later that day Ms Vigilante made her move.
A slim figure slipped in through an upstairs window; silently she made her way from the gangway and down the stairs.
Little did she know that I was following every move with hidden cameras.
I had to express some admiration at the way she moved: lithe like a panther.
Once in position she launched herself at the synthetic goons.
Of course, they did not stand a chance, but with each one she struck them down, a little of her strength and speed slipped away.
I bided my time. The last goon fell; Ms Vigilante staggered a little, but recovered her composure and made her way the captive Justice girl.
“Now!” I shouted, an internal door slid back revealing my latest toy: the Mark V Capture Droid, the pride of the Mitsihentai Corporation.
The device rolled out on its six wheels and targeted Ms Vigilante with a taser net.
Even weakened the superheroine was able to dodge it and roll out of the way.
A barrage of tranquilliser darts narrowly missed their target.
Memo to self “do not invest in cheap Taiwanese crap”.
Fortunately, a couple of the darts had hit her buttocks.
The drug slowed her sufficiently for the droid to hit her with a blast of anaesthetic foam. The stuff solidified around the struggling superheroine and soon she was cocooned and unconscious.
I sat behind my plush mahogany desk with remote control in hand.
Ms. Vigilante knelt before me. Whilst she was unconscious, she had been stripped of her black leather catsuit.
She was naked except for black nylon stockings and black nine-inch heels.
Brass cups were attached to each nipple with a chain between them; a brass chastity belt was about her loins; her hands manacled behind her back; and a large brass collar around her neck.
These were not ordinary restraints; they contained sophisticated electronics that could deliver painful shocks or even render their victim unconscious.
“Julia Payne, fashion model”, I said “who would have thought your alter ego was Vigilante. Your little hussy friend was quite forthcoming about the nature of your relationship. Not something that would go down well with the public.”
“Go to hell!” she spat.
I pressed the red button my remote control she obligingly writhed in agony on the ground. “You will speak when spoken to”, I said.
“You’ll never get away with this.” A second shock convulsed her body.
I pressed the green button on my remote; a large TV screen came to life.
“Here is the video footage of the first Vigilante and Justice Girl; a little dated by today’s standards.
Sheikh Ahmed was keen to show me the finer points of pony girl training.
Now, we have the second Vigilante and Justice Girl on the catwalk and then the auction block.
Very pretty, aren’t they, they fetched a high price.
So you see, you are not the first heroines to pass through my hands.”
I slipped off my robe. “Soon you will be a submissive slave like your partner.” I put my hand on her head, my erect cock slipped into her mouth. She may think she had me licked, but I knew who her buyer was. I almost felt pity.
Vigilante spent almost a week in the isolation tube, interspersed with periods of training. In time, her will was broken and this gave me the opportunity to consider how I was going to display the goods.
Both women were dressed in satin evening dresses. These were identical in design, but were in the colours of their original uniforms. They were split, at the front, to the crotch displaying their shaven cunts. Their outer lips had been pierced and metal grommets inserted. Like a pair of shoes, their sexual organs were laced tight, the ends of the lace caught in a seal. An inverted heart shape had been cut out of the bodice, so that the superheroine’s breasts were on display. Each nipple had been pierced and a gold chain strung between them.
“Ladies”, I said “time to meet your new owner”.
A large gentleman in oriental robes stepped from his place in the shadows. Both women gasped, it was the Samakhan the Warlord the most feared oriental supervillain.
“You have done well Mr King”, he rasped, “These specimens will be the start of my breeding programme. I cannot let Dr Diabolical go unchallenged. Only the most fearsome of my demon warriors will be allowed to breed with these, after I have had my way with them of course.”
“Just call me when you want some more and I’ll see what I can do.”
With that the deal was concluded, the dais sank into the basement, where my assistants hyposprayed the not so dynamic duo, and put them into stasis pods for shipment.
Thus I contemplated my next job, an anonymous billionaire had put up the deposit for the capture and conversion of Hypergirl. Now that will be a challenge.
The end.
© 2004 Mr Ed.
The Stage is Set
The stage was set and dressed. Justice Girl lay seductively on a mattress in the corner of the room furthest from the door.
Her right ankle was manacled to the floor and she had a gold electrolytic ball gag in her mouth.
Although I was certain she was broken, I didn’t want to take any chances.
The ball gag paralysed her speech centres so she could not cry out a warning.
Captured
Sold
So it was that both Justice Girl and Vigilante were brought from their cells and were given to the makeover team.
Presently, they were brought into the display room and placed on the dais.
They looked stunning under the spotlights.