The Submission of Ultrafemme - Part 1 - The Capture

By SSSlithis

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Constance City was in turmoil. In the last two weeks, a number of highly visible, incredibly gorgeous women had disappeared. Models, actresses, all seemed to be subject to sudden, overnight disappearances with no clear motive or purpose.

All they had in common was the fact that they were -- literally -- spectacularly beautiful.

In addition to the models, two new, lesser known superheroines, Powerlass and Wyldfyre, had also quietly disappeared, as well. Ultrafemme decided it was time she took a hand, since the authorities, mostly men, appeared utterly hopeless as far as she could see.

Flying high up into the sky, she hung over Constance and directed her ultravision downward, to scan for any suspicious action. One set of buildings stood out, because she could not see into them and yet it was not one of a small number of buildings she knew to have justifiable reasons to be lead-lined.

Many criminals made this mistake, not realizing that their efforts only called attention to what they were doing.

Another common error they made was forgetting the floor. She quickly burrowed a thousand feet down and underneath the buildings in question, then peered upwards into them. Indeed, she smiled, They had not thought to cover the floor!

Peering into the first room, she gasped as she saw a spectacularly beautiful woman, naked save for a tiny pair of lace panties, her arms were held in place, wide apart, by a pair of force beams applied to her delicate wrists, her long, slender legs similarly stretched wide by a similar pair working upon her trim ankles. She was held high, her lush, lean body stretched taut, standing on her toes to relieve some of the pull on her arms. Ultrafemme immediately recognized the gorgeous woman as the missing Hieke Floom, a lingerie model. There were six men in the room, five watching while the sixth whipped Heidi, her lush body quivering and shaking in response to each stroke of the lash, as Heidi begged for them to stop.

Ultrafemme scanned each of their faces into her memory, for her testimony at trial.

Transferring her vision to the next chamber, there, she saw another exquisite beauty, this one utterly naked, kneeling before a man with her full, ripe breasts wrapped around his clearly huge cock. Ultrafemme recognized her as Katrina Beill, a well-known TV actress. Her tormentor taunted her, exclaiming, "Katrina, I expect you to swallow it all this time, or else I'll need to give you another long whipping..." Katrina looked up at him, her tear-filled eyes pleading, and begged, "No, please!? I've done everything I can! You cum so much!" The sight of her, her pageboy hair framing her face, accentuating her long, slender neck, the trembling lips and lush breasts with swollen, jutting nipples, already coated with spent cum, tears pouring down her cheeks, clearly sent him over the edge, as he grabbed the back of her head and forced her down, her lips obediently parting with a humiliated groan to accept the giant cockhead. She slowly, helplessly slid her lips down the entire length of his shaft, deepthroating the largest cock she had ever known, as it began to explode in release. Her eyes closed in unbearable shame as she began to gulp at the heaving cock.

The next room Ultrafemme examined had another lushly beautiful woman, naked, dancing helplessly before three men, each armed with what clearly was a neural stimulator. Every time one of the men flicked his hand, she cried out, and recoiled, her long, slender legs kicking in reflex, her large, firm breasts jiggling in response to her motions. The three men repeatedly targeted the swollen, tender nipples, now jutting puffily out from the large, swaying globes. She begged them to stop whipping her, promising to do anything they wanted -- **anything**. They all laughed cruelly. "Not so high and mighty, now, are you, Keeley!?" the obvious leader taunted. "Where's all that attitude you had when we brought you in here? I thought you were far too good for the likes of us!?" She begged him to fuck her, if only he would stop the relentless whipping. Ultrafemme suddenly recognized who she was, a newly discovered pin-up model, a fantastically beautiful brunette, with long legs, slim hips, and a tiny waist.

Ultrafemme stared, mesmerized in horror, as they took her up on her offer, and the one who had taunted Keeley, released her, He pulled her, stumbling, over to a small ledge set into the wall and pushed her against and onto it. Dropping the shorts which seemed to be the regular outfit for the men there, he pushed her long, slender legs apart, stepping between the smooth, tanned thighs, and Keeley looked down in misery, and saw the enormous cock standing at full erection, pulsing and throbbing in anticipation of what was to come. "Oh, lord, NO?!?!" She cried, her eyes flaring wide as she saw his tremendous cock for the first time. "It's huge!?! I-I can't take that?" The three men laughed at her dismay. "We own you, bitch! You'll do as your masters command!" With ease he forced her futily struggling body back, pinning her against the wall, the magnificent breasts jiggling and swaying. He reached up and grabbed both of them in his hands, pumping and pawing at them, squeezing until she gasped in pain, "Aaauuugh! Stop it, please!?! Th-this is inhuman!?!" The room filled with their cruel laughter. He positioned the throbbing, purple cockhead for entry, then, with a rapid thrust, forced the enormous rod inside of her. She screamed in agony, impaled on the massive cock, her sweet body quivering helplessly as he withdrew, then thrust all the way in, again, and again, and again! She struggled futily, trying desperately to push him away, but it was no use, his powerful body pinned her to the wall and violated her relentlessly. "Oh, STOP IT! STOP IT!?!?" she sobbed, "Please, it hurts too much!?!?" "HAHAHAHAHAAaaaa!!" He taunted, "Take it, you stuck up little bitch, take it ALL!!" On and on he thrust, pounding himself into her tightly resisting pussy,until, finally, he exclaimed, "Oh, yeah, fuckin' AAAAaaaa! TAKE MY CUM!!" and his thrusts became spasmodic as his orgasm swept through him and he pumped spurt after spurt of cum deep into her unwilling, ungrateful form. Finally, after an eternity of spurting cum, he relaxed, taunting her "Not so high and mighty now, are you, you stuck up little cunt, with a fat load of cum dripping from your pussy!?!" He pulled his cock out, and stepped back, slapping the full, ripe tits, and one of the other two stepped forward to take his turn, eliciting a fresh, groaning wail of "Oh, NO, NO MORE!?!? PLEEEEaaaasee?!?", a wail that ended in a helpless scream as he, too, thrust his enormous cock into her ravished pussy!

Ultrafemme's fury left her quivering with barely controlled rage -- that men would DARE to subject any woman to such inhuman degradation! She memorized their faces, too, and scanned into the next room.

She frowned as there she saw yet a fourth captive, one she immediately recognized as one of the missing superheroines! Powerlass, a promising young woman, had been stripped naked, and, lacking her power gem, was little more than a playtoy for two vicious brutes.

Indeed, playtoy she had become, as they had bound her, naked, to an H-frame, her legs spread achingly wide, her flawless body utterly exposed to the two men actively raping her, one pounding his huge cock into her obscenely available pussy, the other brutally thrusting his enormous length down her gagging throat! Ultrafemme noted with some astonishment that each one of these rapists had cocks which were larger than most pornstars.

"C'mon, Crista!" taunted one of the men, "Show me your powerblowjob!" Ultrafemme gasped, realizing that they had apparently tortured her into revealing her true identity of Crista Noel! The two bastards laughed sadistically at Crista's choked response, as they stepped up the tempo of their violation, her back arched in anguish, as though offering up her flawless tits for their amusement. The one raping her reached up and pawed at the jiggling, swaying globes, pinching and sucking at the swollen, tender nipples.

She shook her head free and wailed, "Oh, stop it! Please, no MORE! You're insatiable! By the goddess, please, no more, NO MORE!!!" Her cries were choked off as he grabbed the back of her head and thrust himself back into the pouty little mouth, balls deep, holding her there. As though her pleas were a signal, both men began to cum, driving the full length of their gigantic cocks into her outraged, naked form, pumping their release into her again and again. Ultrafemme frowned as she noticed, by the large pools of cum on the floor beneath the H-frame that this was far from their first such experience at Crista's expense.

Room after room was similarly in use, including some locked rooms where scantily clad women lay on cots, sobbing, exhausted, or slept restlessly, tormented by nightmares quite apparently rehashing their ordeals as they begged and pleaded and whimpered.

She remembered each and every male she saw, committing his offenses against femininity to memory, intending to see them all put away for life, chemically castrated if she did not do it directly herself!

Finally, she scanned one large, central room, with a low sawhorse-like pedestal in it, and bent over the pedestal was the other missing superheroine, a ravishing beauty codenamed Wyldfyre. Wyldfyre, too, had been stripped of her equipment and costume, and was bent lengthwise, helpless, over the sawhorse-like arrangement, with an open one-gallon vat at the head end, with a fixed phallus with visible sensors running up and down its entire length above the vat. Wyldfyre's arms were bound behind and above her back by a single force beam, her long, slender legs bound on each side of the base of the horse. Wyldfyre's head was rapidly bobbing up and down on the enormous phallus, sliding from crown to base with a devotion born of desperation. Ultrafemme almost screamed in outrage as she realized that there was another, huge, non-fixed phallus, covered with metal discs, thrusting in and out of Wyldfyre's exposed, quivering pussy! Her ultravision sensed the evil purpose to the discs on the raping phallus, which was to stimulate various pain responses if Wyldfyre failed to suck the head phallus sufficiently well.

"How DARE they!?" Ultrafemme sputtered, unable to believe the cruelty of the device she observed. She looked closer, and she sensed that there was also a pain stimulus field enveloping Wyldfyre's full, ripe, quivering breasts as they swayed back and forth inside it in response to her desperate oral ministrations.

"Keep working it, Nikkala!!" Ultrafemme realized there was a man sitting there in an ornate chair sitting upon an off-center dais, clothed in heavy robes, watching Wyldfyre's torment, savoring it, as still another incredibly beautiful woman knelt before him - a long-limbed, slender blonde with full, pert breasts. Her head buried in his robes, judging from the motions beneath the robes, there could be no doubt as to her actions as she obediently bobbed her head up and down in his crotch. "You have a lot of things to learn about sucking cock tonight! Your girlfriend, Zoe, here, is at least a week ahead of you!" Ultrafemme realized in dismay that he had used Wyldfyre's real name, indicating that she, too, had been exposed. "Suck harder, Nikkala! You've only earned a cup or two from that vat, you stuck up slitch!"

Ultrafemme became horrified as she realized the diabolical nature of the device, even as Nikkala sensed the machine's psuedo-orgasm coming, and desperately slid her lips to the base, gulping submissively at the violating phallus even as she tried to force down her gag reflex. The phallus spasmed in her throat, and spat a thick glob of the vile sludge, spasmed again, and spat another... and another, faster and faster until it was pumping so much she could not swallow it all. UltraFemme watched in horror as Nikkala's perfect mouth filled with the disgusting goo, her cheeks puffing out, trying desperately to hold it all, but still the cruel machine pumped more into her.

Her tightly gripping lips began to fail, as glob after glob slipped from her mouth, coating her lips and chin with sticky, white sludge, only to drip slowly, oozingly, back down into the vat. Tears ran down Nikkala's cheeks, to drip into the vat, as she felt the pain stimulators in the raping mechanism begin to punish her for her failure to swallow it all. As the agony intensified, she could no longer gulp at the cruel oral invader, and pulled out, wailing in agony and shame, her muscles quivering. The breast stimulator kicked in and added even more to her torment. As she screamed in agony, the oral phallus continued to spray its goo all over her beautiful face.

Sobbing, babbling for mercy, she simply endured, most of the unswallowed cum-like substance dripped from her face back into the vat, as the tormenting phallus continued to pound in and out of her clutching pussy.

The sight of Nikkala's exquisitely flawless body quivering in torment before him drove him over the edge, and he roared, standing up, grabbing the back of Zoe's head and clearly burying his cock in the poor girl's robe-covered face, cumming. "Take it, you whores! Take it all, hahahahahahahah!!!"

Ultrafemme realized, then, that he was not human but a humaniform alien, as she saw that his skin was blue and not of normal texture. She watched, stunned, as he came and came and came, forcing Zoe to endure his massive release.

Realizing that this must be the ringleader, and unable, any longer, to bear watching this unbelievable outrage of feminine virtue, her fury boiled over. She quickly burrowed up through the floor to burst into the air in the Ringleader's chamber, shouting, "HOW DARE YOU!?!", her blue eyes flaring. She pointed at him and snarled, "You VILE, FILTHY MALE PIG! When I am through with you, you will never DARE touch another woman again!"

Wyldfyre cried out through cum-smeared lips, "Auuugh, NO, ULTRAFEMME!!" she sobbed, "I-it's aAAAAAAAGGGGG-a TRAP!?! Uhng! Uhhhhnggg! Guuuuh!"

Ultrafemme looked over at her, her feminine outrage blocking out the meaning of Nikkala's words, "I'll take care of this, don't worry, Wyldfyre!" She landed, and began to stride forcefully towards the ringleader, "YOU! You... MONSTER!"

To her dismay, he smiled, a cruel grin made all the more fearful by his blue skin. He let go of Zoe, who slumped exhausted to the ground at his feet. Then he waved his hand, and the ground at Ultrafemme's feet began to glow blue!

Horrified, Ultrafemme recognized the protonic nature of the glow. She had mere seconds before her strength would fade to nothingness! With an already weakening burst of ultraspeed she lept into the air, intending to burst through the ceiling and away from the dread protonic radiation. As she broke through the plaster of the ceiling though, she found that the layer of lead blocking her ultravision was not the exterior one, but a second layer, and sandwiched between the two was a thick mass of still more protonite!

The intense, closeup exposure to the ceiling layer of protonite finished what the flooring had started, and she felt her flying power, along with her strength, fade swiftly away. She plummetted to the floor, falling onto the large patch of protonite. She screamed once in agony as she felt consciousness fade from her.

End of Part I