Superhero vs The Bitch Goddess

Part I

Whaaa! Oh no! Your mask and tights are torn! Got to get away before she has a chance to see your face, or worse…

“UNHH! Some kind of stunrays, bombarding me… overloading my spandexsense!!! Can barely move…”

“Loosing your grip.Spandex-man? hahahah”

“…..unh falling….but got to hang on…oh no she’s closing in!”

Thinking back you knew in the back of your mind you were walking into a trap as you entered that abandoned jewelry warehouse…

But then when you’re a superhero you always expect a trap. Your spandexsense (that superhero secret weakness, that 6th sense that alerts you to the presence of dangerously kinky spandex fetish criminals) was working overtime. Your head was pulsing as you slipped into the room. The same spandexsense that allerted you to danger was about to be the death of you. Sure there were a few villains like Lycrata, Sperminator and the Torturess that knew the secret weakness, but they were harmless party girls compared to some. With them it was a game you both knew how to play. But now, someone is hunting all the heros and she promises the ultimate video. A $20 million bounty for the final cuming of Spandexman. You hoped this would be good/ As you move toward the “diamond” You foolishly step into a snare. Your ankle pulls against a pair of black elastic cords stretched low and taught across the entrance. Instantly you are entangled. Loosing your balance, Twisting to free yourself, you are forced down on bended knee. Momentarily distracted, your opponent moves quickly as you are blinded by a Spandex hood sinched tight about your neck. Instinctively your gloved hands reach up to your neck to tear off the hood, but she is there ready and waiting to cuff both hands behind your back. Her spandex covered breasts press forcefully into your back. Swiftly she cuffs your ankles and you crumble to the ground. With the speed of a rodeo clown you are hogtied, a spandex collar about your neck is loooped back to your feet to keep your back arched and slightly light headed from the restriction on your windpipe. ” unhhh the fiend,,,” you mutter. Still unsure of whats happened, , she’s got you trapped…what will happen now?! Camera flashes tell you she is documenting your humiliation for her Website the lair of the Lycraweb.

A small buzzing sound!!. A minitature vibrator! She tucks it down the front of your tights. ..Thrashing about trying to get free the vibrator randomly comes in contact between you and the floor! “Just a little something to keep you preoccupied….” your evil captor purrs.

If that weren’t enough, she fires a weapon, instantly encasing you in a sheer pink sack of spandex, that slowly shrinks about you. The added layer of spandex and increased exertion make you begin to sweat. intensify the smell of sex and fear you exude. Moving quickly she is on top of you pressing her well spandex encased body against your well muscled form and whispering “The fun and games have only just begun my little superhero…and your defeat will be glorious! HAHAHHAH”

PART II – TIME for a FLASHBACK…

(previously: Spandex-man walked into a trap by his arch-enemy the evil and seductive, ball-blasting, bitch goddess, Lady Lycra, the Katwoman. Bound, weakend, and at her sinister disposal, you think back to your last meeting with this fiend who is bent on defeating you.…)

You stood on the edge of the building and looked down at the back alley entrance to a seedy warehouse, your spandex senses tingling in anticipation of the coming conflict. “Time to break up their little meeting,” you thought as you dove over the fourth story roof. “I’ll catch hold of that light fire escape ladder to slow my descent…,” you visualized your every move as you fell. With effortless ease you caught hold of the cold black metal, letting it slide through your gloved fingers, slowing your fall. You arced your body, pumping your legs over your head to complete a double somersault. you planned to land on your feet just outside the door. Only you got surprised. In mid-rotation, the heavy steel door opened and you saw the glint of reflection on a strange pronged weapon as its holder took careful aim at you.

The weapon, appeared to be a glowing trident, was held by a masked woman. By her costume, she had to be a supervillainess. Her incredibly gorgeous body was encased in a very revealing seamed black fishnet body stocking over another sheer red catsuit. The leather corset-like harness wrapped about her torso cupping her breasts and snaking down her ribs, ending in a thong back. Elbow length black leather gloves and thigh high stilletto boots only helped make her already long legs, look even longer. A snug hood hugged her face, forcing her jet black hair to emerge in a long pony tail out the top. Her makeup was stark and cold, like a vampire, but with blue black lipstick. The cool night air surrounds her with a cloud. You flash a little smile at the stern vixen through your mask as if to say ‘aren’t I too cute to hurt?’, when suddenly… (Of course all this takes place in an instant as you look up at the multi color flash from her weapon.) Instantly your spandex senses go wild. throbbing like crazy, it felt like your head could burst. The second beam burned like thousands of tiny needles scratching your skin, as your costume began to desolve!!! The third and final arc of the beam was like a cooling mist that calmed the effects of the other two beams.

Helplessly Spandex-man falls, overpowered by the rays.. Your superpowers are gone! In wide-eyed terror you tried to carefully continued your role. “If my timing is just right…,” you thought as the door swung wide under you. “Ung can barely focus. Losing my grip, falling! Got to hang on! If I can fire a safety line! Ah! missed. Falling…” you frantically clawed at the empty air, hoping for something to pull you back up as your back cracked across the top edge of the door. WUMP. Unh! you pressed your retractable safety tow line shooters again, but nothing happened!!! HSSSTTT just gas oozed forth… The back of your head slammed against the door as the rest of you tumbled down. For a moment you hung there, balanced on the narrow edge of the doorway, before doubling over like a rag doll and landing in an inverted heap at the booted heel of this fiendish amazon. “Looks like you really can kiss your ass good-bye,” she laughed, the bright lights from inside the room behind her making her appear as a very mysterious figure in the doorway.

Spandex-man, still upside down and at her feet, stared helplessly up at his devilish victor entranced. “She’s gorgeous,” you thought as your delirious eyes traced the seams of her fishnet body suit. your mask was torn in two places: Blood oozed from your exposed and trembling lips and across your stubbly unshaven chin; and a shock of dark hair hung over your exposed right eye. The cool night air blowing across your left nipple made it harden and further told you your shirt was also torn on the shoulder exposing your rounded and cut pecs, and a hard right bicep. your tights were barely holding together, torn as they were (disolved?) on both legs from above the knee to his inseam, and then again just above your belt line.

“WWWWhaaa! Oh no! My mask and tights are torn! Got to get away before she has a chance to see my face, or worse…”

“Where’s the jokes, tightsman? You just don’t seem to be your same old self. What’s happened? Lost your edge? Can’t cut it anymore?”

Whunk! She delivers a kick to your midsection. As you struggle to rise from all fours, she moves behind you, hooking her boot between your legs and lifts. “Here let me help you get up!” You gasp, stifling a cry of pain. Rising slightly your body tightening and roles over into a ball. Poking at you with her trident, you uncurl, doing your best in your weakened state to fend her off. “Lets see how I did. Are you hardly moving … or just hard?” Rolling you over to your back, she presses her booted heel against your neck, “Lie still my bugman.” Focusing her trident at your face, she strokes it down your body pausing halfway. “Is that a weapon or are you just glad to see me?” She fires her trident.

“UNHH! Some kind of stunrays, bombarding me… Can barely move… Loosing my grip……unh ….but got to hang on….” With a muffled groan, your body tightens and arches skyward. In a second she releases you. You can barely move.

Quickly slipping a noose around your neck, you barely recovered to see her lithe well formed body seize you from behind. your heart jumps, She was a beautiful seductress and a fiend. Your eyes meet, lust in back of them, but you had to resist or be killed. She pulled the noose tight. you choked and gasped as you began to turn purple. Your head and spine arched backward toward her. You could see her firm breasts before you She bent down and kissed you fiercely, forcing her tongue into your mouth.. You felt as though you would explode partly form the excitement of the moment of being captured and humiliated. She grabbed your weapons belt from your waist and held it above her, taunting you. You feebly reached for it. falling backward she laughed. as she crushed the weapons shooters under her heel. She took aim with her ray gun and fired. This bolt cursed through you again as you began to vibrate you thought for sure you would loose it. She expected it , but you held back. She fumed at this and took careful aim again ..this time a direct hit. your body shook like Vesuvius. you screamed and bucked as she pulled tight at your neck. Careful not to touch your tights which were know painfully tender. She slided down on you and began to suck your nipples and licked her way down your chest and stomach stopping just before your belt buckle. Your eyes met.again “..oh no she’s closing in.. unhhh the fiend,,,, she’s got me trapped…what will happen now?!?” you think as you struggle to remain conscious.

“Not dead yet? Well, well let’s really have some fun,” she said as she roughly reached for your mask. You instinctively recoiled “Wish I had a camera,” she said as she carefully began to peel your torn mask away from your chin, “because I probably won’t know who the hell you are.” And then she justa s quickly let it snap back again.

“Time to blow,” she whispered as she took careful aim and fired another bolt of energy into you. Every muscle in your body bucked and tightened, and with a shudder you slumped over relaxed. “Always like to leave em’ smiling.”

PART III – final flashback – or what else does a superhero think about when he’s captured?

(Bound and gagged by a beautiful supervillainess,Lady Lycra, the Katwoman, the helpless Spandex-man recalls his last meeting against this kinky foe as he wonders what new fate she has is store for him….)

A sharp knife slides along your lycra clad body, slicing easily through the straps that bind you to the table. “Get up and go…” you warily push off from the table. As you turn around, you notice a giant projection screen filled with live video of you leaving. You hesitate. Suddenly, the lights darken and loud music pounds the air. That strange gas from before hisses along the floor. You’re grabbed from behind, Suddenly, a thick rubbery hose tightens about your neck! A switch is flicked and it begins to vibrate, sending chills through your body. A gloved hand runs along the smooth fabric of your tights, circling your stomach, and rubbing your crotch. You struggle to get free. “Fool! I wasn’t going to let you go yet, not until I peel off that mask of yours!!” Her other hand works its way to your masked face! “Won’t let you unmask you!” you try to pull away, but she catches you by the waist of your tights! she pulls you to your knees, yanking down your tights… your cock pops out of the seam as you rip at the thong…tights about your thighs…You struggle to one knee. she bends you back and begins to lift the mask.. exposing a firm solid chin, the lycra brushes against your bottom lip, your mouth gapes wide, silently screaming, your lips stretch tightly, your body begins to shudder, she knows you are close, struggling to contain your load, she knows that will be the end of you “Can’t let you unmask me!!” “C’mon stud, smile for the camera!!” ….the camera whirs, locking onto your writhing grimacing face…now your nose, nostrils flare as the cold air strikes your exposed cheeks…both hands are restrained, the vibrator coiled about your neck tightens… the music blares…unh.. desperately you finger your utility belt….unh …nothing…just the wisp of air,,,the mask is just below your eyes, unhg..another quarter of an inch and all is revealed.. ufff.. your lashes flutter against the fabric teetering on the edge…your own pulse matches that of the frantic throbbing pounding music … she tips your head back..your lips are hot…peering up your mask at your shadowed face, she smiles wickedly, “peek a boo…” Then suddenly, she thrusts a knee between your shoulder blades, sharply sending your body forward, your legs arcing out straight beneath you like a crucifix. “Midnight HERO! Time to be UNMASKED!!!” you bite your lip and close your eyes tight as the mask rolls roughly past them, over your brow, fingers scraping against your forehead, brushing your thick hair back. “gasp for the camera” she laughs as she sends the jolts of electricity from the collar cursing through your body. your unmasked face fills the giant video screen!!! As you surrender, you make a final desperate attempt and fire your wad shooters one last time…”SPPPPPT!” thick wet globs of foam capture netting

rain forth, shooting high into the air and falling across both you and your captor, entangling you both and BLINDING her!! “Curses! I can’t see! I didn’t see your face!!! You blinded me with that accursed webbing…!” As you spew forth the final drops, you desperately crawl your way across the floor in search of your mask! “It’s not over yet, spandex-boy! I’ll have this webbing off me in secunds and then your identitu is mine!”

She’s right, but what do you do first? Go for your mask or retrieve the video tape of your unmasking…decide Spandx-man decide…

PART IV – Back to the Present…

(bound and gaged and at your sinister disposal you realize that a mask and torn tights are the least of your worries. as the room starts to spin, and that “other Feeling” comes over you, realising last time you were lucky to escape with your mask, and destroy the tape before she could free herself. Yes that’s why she’s so mad…and desperate to defeat you…but….)

It occurred to you that there is no better way for a super hero to die, than Facing fearful odds. for the Ashes of his father and the temple of his gods!

That throbbing feeling, that incredible character stiffening feeling. but it does not progress. it does not stop, it just throbs ! and while you hands are not free, your mouth is. and there appears your captor with a Small Task for you to do.

The throbbing continues, relentless. Marching ever forward and yet remaining on the edge… You strain against your bonds, and cannot break them,. You struggle and squirm. Your breathing growing more labored. You wonder what will happen next as your spandexclad torturess bends close, her lips brushing against your spandex covered ear as she hisses “You are mine…” Her chin is strong and her eyes are bright with an inner fire. A heady purrfume overpowers your senses. You feel as though You cannot contain myself. You are compelled to obey your commands.

Her claw like nails delicately, torturously trace a path across your bound body. “What makes you a SUPER hero?” she taunts. “Where are you clever quips now?”

You must free myself to fight again. But You are a superhero and You would rather die than surrender to these fiends demands. “Oh finish you …” You hungrily bury your mouth in her gloved hand as she loosens your gag.. “Not yet”, she warns, her other hand circling your pectorals,, .” We have more games in store for you…”.

Bound as you are, the more you struggled, the tighter the bindings became. “”Games”" you thought, Games should be fun, this is not fun anymore.!

“Well your little super hero in torn tights, Lets see if you know what to do?” She Picked Up A Knife, And Cut The Bonds To your Wrists. Again, She Cut The Bonds At your Ankles. ” Get Up!” She commanded. You scrambled to your feet, and stood for a moment unsteady and confused. She takes the Gag from your mouth, and slaps your face hard. “There! are you awake?” “The Door Is Unlocked, You can Leave now! if you stay, you will be enslaved to my power and worship me as your goddess.” Beneath your mask you smirk at her over the top seriousness villainrey, and turn to go thinking she is a serious nut case. She leers after you, watching your firm athletic ass flexing with every step beneath its spandex covering. “know this too, That If you do Leave, When We Meet Again, I Will Kill You!” Your spandex covered feet stop dead, taking in the cold of the concrete floor. “In this world, Evil Wins. Crime Pays. And Super Hero’s are cartoons.” The Katwoman’s words send a powerful chill through you. This is one serious opponent, You think to myself. Beautiful and dangerous. Your face still stinging from her slap, You cautiously move. Turning back to her, you square off like two animals stalking one another. Carefully eyeing eachother. Each of you encased in your skintight spandex are sights to behold. The mirrored walls afford you both views of yourself and eachother from nearly every imaginable angle. You are getting turned on by this “dance”. Trying to hide your growing erection you crouch low. But while this hides your cock, it intensifies the sensation. You are no cartoon, but without your superpowers your just another guy in tights, a costume. She allows you to get close. Moving behind her your bodies rub. Cupping and kneading her spandex covered breasts. She twists and now she is behind you moving me into full view of the mirror you can watch her as she goes to work on you… cupping your balls and tracing the outline of your cock through your tights, teasing it to attention. The tension stretching your tights to near a breaking point. Precum stains the tip . You pull away. Playing the game. She leaves your dance belt alone. pinching your nipples.. She’s good…but does she know how to defeat me? You don’t know if she just got lucky or she really knew your weakness, the way she drained your spandex powers and captured you…

“I’ll take my chances and bet you won’t kill me, You’d rather have another opportunity to enslave me.” You head for the door, “You forgot something,” she calls. Suddenly, she is on you! You feel a noose tighten about your neck. Yanking you sharply backward and to your knees. Riding your back like a horse, her spandex covered thighs wrapping tight about your torso, she pulls at your dance belt! She knows!!! “Fool! Did you think I would let a prize like you so easily waltz out the door, out of my web?” Slap! again her hand strikes you stinging the flesh. The room is cold and the slap is biting. “You are mine!” she whispers wrapping her legs tighter about you, knocking the wind out of you. You try to throw her, scrambling on your knees you shred holes in the front of your tights…blood on the floor. The tingling of your spandex sense grows to a frenzied pulse, warning you of the danger. Producing a vibrator she attaches it to your cock, the buzzing is Intense, mixed with the strangulation from the noose and her pulling on your thong it looks like she means to finish you in this humiliating fashion..As you futilely grasp at the collar tightly secured about your neck, You gasp as she puts a gas to you.. She has you again!

PART V – the Climax, the FINISH, the little death… Or V is for victory or vanquish?

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Meoooooow! “Your dear ex, super hero, strapped to a table facing the mirrored ceiling, you are in for a treat.”she pulls a lever and the room is flooded with blinding light. Illuminating the elaborate death trap you are strapped into. Staring up at yourself, you are bound spread eagle, your costume shredded but enough remains to cover your identity and balls… “YOU silly cartoon man, you are now to be drained of your precious body fluids She is wearing a wireless headset and the atmosphere more circus like. You feel like you have been out for days. You gasp in wonder! as she cuts away the last bit of your tights setting free your cock…over the smallest scraps of your tights The Cock and Ball Harness fit too snug. The Vacuum device Fit even tighter the silent Pumping action brought the spandex covered hero boy near to spew your essence. then in the tense moment before the flash of ecstasy, the device was removed. the harness released and the poor throbbing little appendage withered in the cold.. all sense of right or wrong, of truth, justice or the american way have melted in the frustration of your loins “please, Please, PLEASE!”you shout. HAHHAHHAHH she laughs suddenly bells ring….like a jackpot payoff at las vegas.. You win” She can’t hear you she is indifferent to your needs. you realize the mirror in the ceiling is a two way mirror and the room above is full of an Others who are enjoying your torment. A whos who of supervillains Then whips, canes, and riding crops come from the side of the room, each in the hands of a woman who knows how to use them Lycrata, Sperminator, and Torturess! Each paying huge sacks of cash to your captor. “You did it girlfirend.” “Congratulations…” They take turns patting your painful full balls and swollen cock..”You got him to ask for it” “HAHAHHAH we sure exposed these SuperHeros for what they are, eh? “

They each take a turn each applying there unique “touch” and while your head is spinning with pain, the Vacuum pump is started again. A bet? Your life as a superhero forfit all for a bet>?

Drawing close your mistress of pain explains her plan like any good supervillain. “There is a very heavy blade on guide rails over your neck. there is an electro conductive sensor in the device. the moment your precious sexual excretions flood the device the contact will allow the blade to fall…..heh, heh, heh, hmmm” She purrs orgasmicly delighted with her clever trap and your anguish, and all the time you are being whipped, coaxed and teased. “you see, I told you I would kill you” … ha ha ha ha ah ah ah ha ! the crowd’s laughter echo’s in your ears as the tension builds in your testicles the spectators chant, and take bets on how long you will last! the throbbing, the pain, the laughter, and the tension builds. Straddling your struggling form, she traces her claws torturessly across your flesh, “Drop, by drop, your essence is flowing into a mental tea cup balanced on the edge. you know that when the cup is full it will spill and when it spills your silly seed, you will hear the blade start to slide down,… and …” Amid the laughter and the chanting you cry “stop, wait, stoppp ” but they can’t hear you. So you Scream “wait , Stop! I’ll do any thing Please stop…” Turning sharply and placing her stiletto heal to your throat she says, “No you won’t, you will only do one thing, and it will be the last thing you do” and she turns away.

A heady rush of adrenalin in those LAST Few Seconds as You Buck against your restraints, Heart Pounding, Breaths Fast, panicky, growing short, body Shaking trembling. Your captor has known your every secret desire.. If only she had sought to humiliate you by making you eat your cum, You might have regained your powers in time and be free, to face her again. But no! Oh the flood of feeling. The humiliation, the pain, the ecstasy swirl about with each silent pump and touch of the lash.

The pressure builds and builds and You bite your lip as the chanting reaches a crescendo “Die hero Die! DIE SPANDEX-MAN, DIE! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE…”

“And now for the Killing STROKE!” Breathless You plead “..don..’t.. stop..” She laughs as she Pulls your head back, forcing you to watch in the mirrored ceiling as she Rips off your Mask and Yanks your Head Back By The Hair. “Spandex-man UNMASKED AT LAST!!! Spandex-man DEFEATED! HA HA HA” Your face is a paroxysm of anguish and ecstacy. The chants to “DIE” echo each silent PUMP of the Vacuum as the polaroids FLASH! climaxing your captors exquisite humiliation.

It is too much, above the noise You hear a “click”, a drop of your precum has partially released the blade. You teeter toward the ABYSS… straining to hold back… a helping-hand reaches out, manicured nails pinch your nipple. You silent Roar Lightning shoots through you erupting out your cock “AHHHHHHHHHHHUHH AHHH UHHUNGHUNGHU HNGHU UNGHU HU HU UNGH UNGH UNGH UH UHU HUH… “clack!” “swhhwhhhhhH…” You hear the blade.

Your body arches high, pumping hard against your bonds, You are a volcano. but for all yor effort, this coming has drained your superpowers and your are helpless as Hot thick globs o jiz rain down like ticker tape across the crowd. Desperate you strain to catch even the smallest drop, thick like honey. Your throat is raw and dry

“ssshhWHWHWHWHWRRRRR…” You hear the blade rumble.

The KAT is close. A dribble of your cum running down her cheek dripping from her hair. Her hot moist with your cum she draws near to kiss you and instead hungrily licks and swallowa away that restorative cum as she whispers, “Worship me and be free, just reveal your name and confess your weakness…”

“Goddess, I am …” she draws near to kisss me, but instead spits out the last of your sperm. Hissing “I know your secret…” “RRRRRRMMMMMMM!” You can only hear the blade roar…. In wide eyed terror you look up. you can only hear the roar of the blade as she says “so end all the super heros in todays society. The Bitch Goddess rules all. and the day that all know it is the day that peace and tranquility will exist. when all is evil and evil is supreme, there will be no need of cartoon heros. just recepticals of pain and pleasure. he awoke in an alley, buried in a trash dumpster. Cold and numb. winter night was harsh on your bare flesh. the tatterrred remains of a leotard and gloves were all you wore. your cum stained tights and mask a trophy somewhere…

what a fool you was to play at being a superhero you nearly died. how? had you survived the tortures of the night or was this all a fevered dream? your aching member was a testament to the painful pleasure you experienced so blissfully. you had fantasized about such a defeat forever, fearing to share it, now that you had tasted it you wanted to rush back for more… but first you must rest. ——————– somewhere bathed in the dim blue flickering of a video monitor a couple enjoy your taped struggles …

Originally posted 2009-09-10 15:04:29. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

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