The Submission of Ultrafemme - Part II - The Situation

By SSSlithis

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Ultrafemme groaned, her head pounding as though from a massive hangover, struggling up from the darkness. 'Goddess!' she thought, 'Protonite!' She moved as though to leap to her feet, only to collapse back down in agony as her head exploded from the effort. "Aaaugh!" She felt very weak, and felt the dull ache of nearby protonite. She distantly heard raucous laughter as consciousness faded once more.

A few minutes (or hours, she could not tell) later, she dimly, slowly woke up, feeling even more of the ache of nearby protonite -- Not enough to kill her, but she knew she was even weaker than an ordinary human female, although the protonite did not take away her natural resilience. Moving more slowly, she lifted her head, looking around. She realized she was still in the ringleader's chamber, although Wildfyre was no longer bound to the pedestal. She dimly noted that the vat was now mostly empty. She also noticed that the hole in the floor through which she came was completely sealed, no damage even visible from the low angle she had on the floor.

She could see spots on the ceiling which were fairly well away from her glowing with the evil blue glow of protonite. As she weakly stood up, she realized that she was in the center of a ring of protonite, just far enough away to keep her weak and powerless. If she was going to escape, it would have to be by her wits, not her awesome powers.

As she scanned the room, she realized there were men watching her from behind. Her ultramemory recognized them as the men watching as Heidi was tortured, along with the ringleader still sitting on the off-center dais' "throne".

"Welcome back, Ultraslut!" he taunted, his deep voice booming throughout the chamber. "Perhaps you're wondering why I've called you here..." The men in the room erupted with laughter. When it quieted down, he continued, "It seems you've been rather arrogantly talking about so-called 'feminine superiority' to males of every stripe. While I grant you, your power did make you more powerful than most men, it hardly makes you 'superior' to men. To that end, I've been requested to bring you down to your proper place, along with some other women of equally presumptuous and arrogant notions."

She sniffed, "If you let us go, I promise to speak on your behalf to the authorities when I hand you over to them!" Once more, the room erupted in a chorus of laughs. She stood there, hands on hips, supremely sure of her ability to handle any situation. "You are all clearly sick and in need of psychological help. Let me and the other women go now or else you will have to suffer the consequences!" Laughter followed once more. Angrily, she demanded, "LET US GO --- NOW ---- !!"

"...Or what, Ultrabitch?" He grinned, his blue skin making his sadistic smile all the more evident. "I'll tell you what, I'll let you take off your boots, if you want to amuse us..."

"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO ORDER --me-- AROUND?" She roared in fury.

"--I--" He replied cooly, "am your --MASTER--" With a cruel smile, he waved his hand, and she screamed and dropped to the floor, Desperately, she struggled to unzip the left boot, her fingers shaking as she whimpered and slowly managed to pull it down. "Oh, goddess, it hurts!" she moaned, and managed to pull the boot off her foot, revealing a slender, perfectly shaped foot attached to a trim ankle. She took the boot, its insole visibly glowing blue, and weakly tossed it away from her. With a sob and trembling fingers she slowly managed to get the other one off and threw it as far away as her weakened strength would let her.

The room erupted in cheers and high fives as the second boot fell to the floor and slid just outside the ring of protonite. Ultrafemme closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and composed herself, then weakly stood up, barefoot, and, gathering her strength, defiantly crossed her arms. "Big MAN!" she sneered. "I'm soooo impressed!"

"Now, you see, it's that bitchy attitude that has gotten you into this mess" His eyes lit with powerlust, he demanded, "Take off your cape. NOW." and he wiggled his hand in threat.

"All right, you prick!" With a frown, she complied, knowing he would have it glowing in a fraction of a second otherwise. "Throw it over with the boots. She sullenly obeyed, then turned to him and crossed her arms defiantly.

Inwardly, her spirit quailed, however, as she saw him look up and down her body, eyes brilliant with sadistic lust. He savored the anticipation of this incredibly beautiful woman, who presumptuously imagined she was the essence of feminine superiority, intrinsically helpless before him. His eyes roamed her flawless body, taking in the trim ankles, the long, slender legs, the tight miniskirt framing her slim hips and accentuating the narrow waist, which, in turn, suggested that her large breasts were even larger than they were. Her tight-fitting costume accentuated her delicious body perfectly, the diamond cutout at her breasts showing her cleavage, highlighting her firm, upthrust breasts, teasing and tantalizing any male in her presence. She was quite proud of her body, and enjoyed the hopeless desire it inspired in all the men she encountered.

"Now the top. Let's see what you've got to amuse us with, Ultracunt."

"Never! I refuse to submit any further to scum like you!" Once more, she stood there, her arms crossed, feet planted defiantly, her face showing her determination to defy his will.

"Heh." He looked over at his audience, "I just love it when the stuck-up little whores get uppity", and with a wave of his hand, he created a protonite area on her top, about 1 inch in diameter, at the tips of her tits. "Auuuughhhh!" she groaned, and clutched at her chest. She whimpered once or twice, then, aware of all the eyes focussed on her, waiting for her to tear off her top, she grimaced, straightened, and, through gritted teeth, exlaimed, "Do your worst, you son of a bitch! I'll NOT submit to the likes of a monster such as you!" and once more she crossed her arms defiantly. He grinned, waved, and the area of protonite increased to 2 inches in diameter. She stumbled as though struck, but closed her eyes, took another deep breath, and crossed her arms. "Go fuck yourself!" She snarled. "Self pleasuring was not the pleasure source I had in mind, I'm sorry to say..." Several men chuckled at his swift response. Another wave, and the protonite area increased to 3 inches. Her knees buckled this time, and she cried out in agony. She stood there with her hands on her knees, gasping for breath, then, with another gesture of defiance, she straightened up, threw her arms to her side, her face a mask of agony, but she gasped, "NO!" Her knees were very weak, though, and she swayed. Her breaths came deep and harsh as she tried to defy the pain.

"You sure you don't want to take that off, slitch?" He taunted. "F-Fuck you!" she defied, but the crack in her voice showed how close she was to collapse.

"Oh, you will, cunt, you will!" The room erupted in another chorus of laughter. He waved his hand another time, and the protonic area of her top became the entire envelope enclosing her full, high-thrust breasts. With a shreik of unbearable agony she collapsed to her hands and knees, then fell over onto her back, gasping and shuddering. "Some more, perhaps?" he taunted, another wave of his hand and the entire top became aglow with the evil blue radiations.She screamed again, her entire body arching in response to the awful torment, her hips thrust upwards, lifting her body off the floor until only her shoulders and bare feet touched. Her breathing became ragged as she came closer and closer to passing out, Her hips bucking up and down as she wailed in pain. With a final agonized gasp she collapsed.

He grinned, and with a quick pass of his hand, the top reverted to its normal state. He walked over to the lush,ripe body and easily pulled her unconscious form up by the wrists. "Computer. Force beams, Current Subject. Both Wrists. Minor Flex, Eight Feet Z, DXA Five Feet." In moments she was held in place by force beams applied to her wrists, about five feet apart. "Computer, Force Beams, Current Subject, Both Ankles, Max Two Foot Flex, DXA Four Feet." Force beams attached to her ankles stretched them until they were four feet apart." Noticing that this left her hanging 3 inches off the ground, he adjusted things "Computer, Current Subject, Adjustment, Lower Z component 2.5 inches." She would be able to barely touch the ground, now.

"Well, gentlemen, are we ready for some real fun now?" He grinned at the chorus of cheers and catcalls that followed...

End of Part II