The L-Girl Manifesto

Chapter Four: Striking A Pose

By: L-GirlWriter

Where we left off, I was flying through the air with Agent X. I had been tortured and raped with a wine bottle. Not a great way to start the night. My suit was torn, my genitals were shredded, my ribs were cracked. And I was at the mercy of a woman who not too long ago had tormented me. What her intentions were in saving my life, I do not know. I just remember what my friend at SPEW had said: “Stay away from her, if you have any regard for your life whatsoever.” Perhaps I should have just let go of her and ended it quickly. Splatter-Girl.

She took me into a cluttered apartment in the Marina District and laid me on the floor.

“Where are you hurt?” she said, kneeling over me.

“Everywhere.”

“Where does it hurt the most?” I pointed between my legs. She slipped her soft tongue beneath the torn fabric of my suit into my ravaged pussy, and with every stroke I could feel my wounds healing. I could also feel my body mounting a climax. Her touch was so soft and delicate. Sometimes it was nice to have something soft and wet inside me. But she wouldn’t let me climax. Even she knew that my weakened body couldn’t withstand such a thing. When she had healed me, she removed her tongue.

“Where else?” She said.

“My stomach. And my ribs are broken, too.” She placed one of her magic hands on my stomach. She frowned, shaking her head.

“This is very bad,” she said. “Much internal bleeding.”

“Can you stop it?”

“You need to take off your suit.” She must have seen the frightened look in my eyes. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just need to be able to touch the skin. It is more effective that way.” I wiggled out of the lycra. Though it probably wasn’t necessary, she unzipped my boots and pulled them off. She smiled as she looked at my naked body. She licked my navel.

“Tasty,” she said. Then she placed her hand over my stomach, working her fingers into it. I could feel the pain dissipating.

“So you’re name’s Anya?” I said. “That’s a pretty name.”

“You are never to call me that. I should kill you just for knowing it.”

She pulled her hand away, grasping her arm.

“Kiss me,” she said.

“Huh?”

“It helps with the healing.” I kissed her. She had a beautiful mouth, with full, moist lips. She swished her tongue against mine. Then she bit me on my lip and I let out a little sigh.

“Yummy,” she said, licking her lips. She placed her hand on my stomach again. When she got around to my side, she pressed her fingers deep into my rib cage. It was a very weird sensation. I felt like I was being operated on. But I could feel the pain go away.

“All better now,” she said. “How does my baby feel?”

“I’m tired.”

“Yes, time for rest. Into your cage then.”

“Cage?” I had noticed that there was one in a corner of the apartment. I assumed she had a dog. “That’s funny, but you don’t you have a sleeper sofa do you?”
“I said into your cage, slave!” She was quite serious.

“Please, I’ll just sleep on the floor.”

“You go in the cage or I'll reverse every wound I just healed and make them ten times worse, and I'll never heal them back.” She was furious. Exhausted and defeated, I crawled, naked, into the opening of the cage which was made for a large dog. I barely fit into it.

“That’s a good girl,” she said. She closed the door to the cage and locked it with a padlock. “If you’re real good I’ll let you out.” She shut off the lights and went into another room. I didn’t get a minute’s worth of sleep. There was nothing to cushion me from the rigid steel grid of the cage. My neck and back ached. There were pins and needles all over my body. It was just one more torture I had to suffer that night.

In the morning she came back into the room and was sitting at a desk reading a newspaper. She walked over to the cage and held the newspaper up so I could read it. The headline read “L-Girl Uses Super-Powers To Halt Major Drug Deal.” The story was saying that I took out Orlov. Agent X was chuckling.

“Do you like it?” she said.

“But I didn’t kill Orlov.”

“I wrote the article, dear. You’re going to be a big star now.”

"Why would you do that?"

"Because I like you."

“Are you going to let me out?”

“Only if you promise to be good.”

“I promise.”

“Say, ‘I promise to be good, master.’ ” I said it. She let me out. Need I remind you that I was still naked, and I didn’t see the suit that I took off, although it was torn and indecent anyway. I couldn’t walk across town naked in broad daylight. Not with my body.

“I have something for you,” she said. She handed me a bag. Inside it was my uniform- my lycra suit, which wasn’t torn, a pair of sparkling boots, a sash, and a mask.

“Put it on,” she said. I stretched into the unitard, pulling the tight costume over my supple breasts. I zipped the tight boots up my thighs. Agent X was staring at me in my uniform hungrily, rubbing her crotch over the leather suit as she sat in her chair. It was a few moments before she said anything.

“Those boots are very special,” she finally said. She walked up to me and stroked my legs. “They make you fly. Something to do with anti-gravity. They are powered by your suit. Very high tech. You’re a real super girl now.” Her hand came between my thighs and she grabbed me. I gasped.

“So sexy,” she said. “I want to eat you.”

“Why are you doing this for me?” I said, backing away from her.

“I have nothing else to do. Life is very boring when you’re someone like me. But you, you get to have excitement. But your boots can be disabled by electric current, so stay out of the lightning, dear.”

“I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what I did to deserve all this.” Agent X chuckled.

“You don’t deserve any of it. You’re a silly little girl who thinks she’s a superheroine. But you’re my silly little girl.”

“So, can I go now?”

“You’re not going to thank your master for her generous gifts?”

“What do you want me to do?” I said, cringing inside.

“You’re a real superheroine now, so give me your best superheroine pose. Legs spread, hands on your hips, proud smile. That’s it.” I struck my pose for her. When I saw myself in the mirror, even I got a little turned on. “Now, you stay like that,” she said. Sitting in the chair, she unzipped the front of her suit and pulled it down, and started to masturbate as she stared at me. It kind of exciting to see what her body looked like under the leather suit. She had gorgeous, round breasts and perfect, golden skin. As I watched her masturbate to me, I started to get turned on, too, and I slipped one of my fingers under suit. She liked that.

“Come here,” she said. “Finish me off.” I knelt between her legs and prodded my tongue in her pussy. She came and made me kiss her while I had her juices on my tongue. Then she let me leave. It was time to figure out how my boots worked.