20 comments/ 76437 views/ 98 favorites Bimbo-fying Superchick By: silkstockingslover Note 1: This story is dedicated to college coed Jenny who requested the kinky Superhero tale of submission. Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991 for his usual editing expertise and Wayne and goamz86 for a second look. Bimbo-fying Superchick SUPERCHICK HAS BEEN CAPTURED A big cock slid in and out of her tight pussy, while her moans were muffled by the big stiff rod in her mouth. "That's it Superchick," a voice teased, "You are such a good little slut." Superchick moaned in agreement as she bobbed up and down on the cock in her mouth craving his hot seed, which coated her throat seconds later. Once she had swallowed all the unknown man's seed, she allowed it to slide out of her mouth. Her moans increased and she screamed, "Oh yes, fuck my pussy, fuck my tight cunt, oh God yes, yeeeeeees, I'm coming, Master." Superchick was jolted awake at the word 'Master', her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. She quickly stopped playing with herself and looked at the clock, 8:30. She must have fallen asleep while watching the evening news. It had been a long day and trying to calm herself down, and put these dreams which were getting more frequent of late out of her head, she went to have a bubble bath. While in the sudsy water, she tried to figure out who was the man who had been infiltrating her dreams. She never saw his face, only saw his big cock and heard his powerful voice. The eighteen-year-old virgin was tormented by these dreams as she strongly believed in the purity of the superhero. She must remain unstained...she must remain pure. Any such corruption could weaken her senses and make her vulnerable. As she finally calmed her vagina down, she sensed someone in crisis. Frantic she hopped out of the tub, quickly got into her patent pink leotard, black skirt, pink belt, black heeled boots, mocha pantyhose and trademark pink cape. She cursed, well cursed for Superchick, "Darn it, I forgot my panties." She began to remove her leotard when she felt the urgency of a girl in crisis. She flew quickly to the rescue and arrived in an abandoned building; 'why is it always an abandoned building?' she thought to herself. Once inside, she saw a damsel in distress and flew towards her. Suddenly, she felt darts hit her in the leg and back. Instantly, she felt weak, off balance and began to quickly descend. As she helplessly fell, she felt weak and dizzy and.... ***** "Superchick," an attractive blonde villain purred to the tied-up superhero. Suddenly awake, Superchick tried to break free and was shocked when she was unable to free herself. She also had some sort of gag in her mouth so she couldn't speak. "You can't break free this time," the evil blonde smugly announced with a devious laugh. Superchick desperately tried to hide her frustration by being cocky, looking at the two villains, neither of whom she recognized, although from the look of their outfits they were definitely members of The Plague, the most despicable crime organization in America. "You see," the female villain began, "You have thwarted us for the last time. We have implanted a mind chemical contraption chip in your head. Your powers are gone...forever." The male villain, an attractive man no more than twenty-three, finally spoke, "Unless, I turn it off with this remote control." Superchick desperately attempted to fight back, refusing to believe her powers were gone, desperately trying to break the restraints she had broken so many times in the past, and trying to figure out a way to get that remote control. The pretty blonde villain explained, "You see, we have glorious plans for you." The well-built male chuckled, as he unbuckled his pants, "That is a pleasant way to put it." Superchick's eyes went wide as she suddenly realized what he had planned. As his cock came into view, Superchick gasped into the gag. It was the same cock that had been pleasuring her night after night in her dreams. Uncontrollably, her vagina tingled. Superchick was mortified at her indecent reaction during her perilous situation. "Scarlet, come and get me ready." The blonde sauntered over and smiled at the helpless Superhero, dropping to her knees, "Don't worry, Superchick, you will have plenty of opportunities to slobber over this 'Super' cock." Superchick watched the voyeuristic show as the blonde bobbed back and forth on the big cock. As much as Superchick wanted to be repulsed by the scene, she could feel a growing wetness down below. She closed her eyes to avoid watching anymore. Suddenly, Superchick felt hands pawing at her leotard as it was cut open with scissors. She opened her eyes and demanded, "Stop that right now." The villains laughed as they ignored Superchick's protests. Instead Scarlet ripped the helpless superhero's pantyhose at the crotch. "The superhero slut isn't even wearing panties," Scarlet laughed. "Excellent," the now completely naked male villain said, "I knew she would be hot to trot." "And she is dripping wet," Scarlet added, her finger sliding easily between Superchick's glistening pussy lips. Superchick moaned into the gag against her will. "She is fucking revved up and ready to go, Billy" Scarlet announced, as the big-cocked villain moved between Superchick's legs. Superchick adamantly shook her head no as Billy asked, "Does Superchick want to say something?" Scarlet took the gag out of Superchick's mouth and Superchick instantly pleaded, "Please don't do this, I am a virgin." "Fuck-off," Scarlet gasped. "I didn't know anyone was still a virgin at eighteen." "Sweet, I get to pop Superchick's cherry," Billy announced, his cock slowly rubbing up and down her pussy lips. Superchick continued begging, "Please, don't do this." Ignoring the young girl's desperate plea, Billy buried his cock in her pussy. Superchick let out a loud, "Noooooooooooo," which was a mixture of refusal and yet a clear indication of pleasure she couldn't deny. In her mind, she fought the urge to enjoy the pleasure her vagina was feeling. Each thrust by the violator had her vagina betraying her more and more. She desperately tried to fight the urge to enjoy the building feeling inside her. But the harder he pumped his cock in her wet cunt, the weaker Superchick's resistance became. Eventually she could no longer fight the pleasure and soft moans escaped her lips. Scarlet laughed, "The slut is enjoying being fucked." Billy grunted, "Her cunt is so fucking tight." Superchick, although unable to resist the pleasurable sensation flowing through her body, still tried to beg for him to stop. "Please stop raping me." Scarlet laughed spitefully, "You seem to be enjoying it to me." Billy ordered, "Shut her up. Why don't you straddle her and give her the privilege of her first pussy-pleasing experience?" "That is a great idea," Scarlet concurred. "Have you ever eaten cunt before?" "God, no," Superchick gasped as she realized this horrific situation was actually going to get worse. She watched helplessly as the pretty girl undressed, climbed onto the bed, straddled the bound superhero's face and lowered her pussy. The cock thrusting in and out of her now very wet vagina was a great distraction that was giving her pleasure she had never felt before. She tried to resist it, but felt helpless against the sweet pleasure. Scarlet ordered, "If you know what is good for you, you'll lick my pussy, or you will suffocate as I fuck myself on your face." Superchick stared at the hairy vagina directly in front of her, the intoxicating scent swarming her senses. She hesitated briefly and just as Scarlet began to lower her vagina onto her face, she began licking. It was awkward in her restrained position, but she licked the hairy vagina. It took a bit but she made a path through the pubic hair and began licking the evil girl's wet vaginal lips. The taste while not amazing, was also not repulsive. Superchick simply closed her eyes and attempted to get the criminal off as quickly as she could. As she licked, there was an undeniable building of her own orgasm which she was unable to control. With each deep thrust into her wet vagina, her moans increased until finally her body betrayed her completely and she orgasmed, screaming into Scarlet's vagina. "Fuck, the slut is flooding out like a dam just broke," Billy laughed. Scarlet added, "Well you just broke her dam I imagine." Humiliated, Superchick just wanted to get it over with and began frantically licking the villain's pussy. Scarlet's moans began to increase too as she purred, "I think we got ourselves a very good little cunt- licker." "A super cunt-licker," Billy added, his cock still pumping in and out of the no longer virgin. "Super indeeeeeeeed," Scarlet moaned, as her orgasm exploded out of her and her juice coated the humiliated superhero's face. Billy began huffing and puffing too as he asked, "Should I cum in her cunt?" "Yes, fill the slave with your seed. Maybe you can knock her up and we can have some super villain babies," Scarlet replied, laughing. Superchick bucked as best she could, demanding, "Don't you dare cum in me, don't you dare." But her adamant demand was ignored as Billy coated her pussy walls with his seed. "Aaaaaaah, take my cum, slut, it is the first of many times you will take my cum." "Nooooooooooo," Superchick screamed, mortified and suddenly petrified that she could get pregnant. Pulling out of the superhero, Billy tapped his cock on her clit and Superchick twitched on contact. Billy laughed, "The so-called virgin slut is still horny." "She's not a virgin anymore," Scarlet pointed out as she crawled off the bound hero's face. "I just took Superchick's virginity. Imagine that. Wait till I tell the gang," Billy beamed. "And I was her first pussy she pleased," Scarlet smiled, moving between Superchick's legs. Leaning in close, she said, "Hmmm, Superchick do you need to come again?" "Noooooo," Superchick replied, still very horny, but not wanting to even remotely give the criminal pair any sort of satisfaction. Scarlet licked Superchick's pussy, the taste a mixture of pussy juice and cum. "Hmmmm." Superchick let out a small yelp, unable to control the pleasure. "She likes it, she really likes it," Scarlet mocked, sucking Superchick's clit into her mouth. "Aaaaaah," Superchick screamed, the intense pleasure more than she could handle. Scarlet swirled her tongue around the superhero's swollen clit and slid two fingers inside the superhero's sticky pussy. No matter how much Superchick tried to ignore the growing pleasure, she could not and eventually she just gave in to the sin, allowing the experienced girl to pleasure her pussy. Slight pulsations tremored through her body, and her second orgasm was inevitable. As soon as the girl hooked her fingers inside Superchick's vagina and found her g-spot, Superchick screamed, "Oh myyyyyyyy God," as she passed out. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE When Superchick awoke, she was in a different, windowless room and no longer restrained. She was also dressed again completely in her Superchick costume; she tried to use her superpowers, but they were still not working. She cursed to herself, unable to see an obvious way out of this current predicament. She felt weak and slightly dishevelled as she replayed the events of yesterday in her mind. Tears began to stream down her face as she remembered being raped and sadly coming from it. She was brought back to the present when a TV came on and she saw her arch nemesis The Producer. His dark voice sent chills down her spine; of course, he would be responsible for her capture. "Superchick, or should I say Sara Zord? I have waited a long time for this, a long, long, time." Superchick panicked at her secret identity being discovered. How could he know? Hiding her inner panic, she responded, "Let me go." The Producer laughed hard. "Oh Sara, don't you see you are no longer Superchick. I took your super abilities away, oh sure, I could give them back, but that isn't going to happen, at least not until you're properly trained to be my bimbo-slut super-villain. No, no, you are just a pretty, 18-year-old girl now. Nothing more, nothing less." "If I am no longer a threat, let me go," Sara demanded, her frustration building. The Producer apologized, "Sorry about last night. Those two were not supposed to do that to you. They have been punished for their disobedience." The TV cut to Billy, the bastard who stole her virginity, getting fucked in the ass by the robot Matrix-Prime. Sara gasped in shock and yet a slight smile crossed her face at seeing justice served. Just as quickly her smile disappeared as she felt guilty for her negative thought. It then switched to Scarlet. She was in a dog kennel, with a leash, outside, naked. The screen returning to the hooded Director, he explained, "You see, Sara, my organization runs on structure, on discipline, on unquestionable loyalty, on obedience. You too will soon learn these things." "What, I will never," Superchick began. "Never say never, Sara. I have learned everything eventually happens. Plus, I was told I could never stop you, yet here I am and here you are." "I will get out of here," Sara confidently predicted. "Oh you silly girl. You have a chemical contraception in your head I concocted just for you; you have no powers anymore. You are my captive and your training starts now." "Training?" Sara questioned as the TV screen went black briefly and then came back on and Sara was suddenly watching her rape. The video played on a constant loop for hours, with full sound, driving Sara nuts. She went through a variety of emotions. At first she was mortified having to relive the horrifying ordeal again, followed by anger at having her precious virginity stolen from her so harshly, followed by tears as the black and white reality of her helpless situation became crystal clear and lastly by frustration that her vagina was somehow begging for attention. This led back to being mortified at the reality that she was horny at all. The hours ticked by and Sara continued to refuse the growing temptation to relieve her building desire to touch herself. She closed her eyes. She used the thin pillow to cover her ears. She screamed to silence her moans from the video. She cried until no more tears remained. She moved her hand away from her vagina just before she touched herself. Suddenly, The Producer's voice returned. Once you bring yourself to orgasm, I will shut off the video. Give in to your desires, Sara. Resistance is futile...we have released the sleeping sin that was inside you and there is no turning back. You crave the pleasure you felt yesterday; your mind is denying it...fighting it with all your might...yet your cunt...your sweet tight cunt...is begging for attention, pleading for release...." Sara was a nervous wreck. The continuous video was driving her crazy, The Producer was right her vagina was twitching, begging for attention and yet there was no way she could give in. Giving in would show weakness. Another hour passed by, then another, as Sara continued to focus on fighting her wanton desires. She reminisced to her many heroic moments and convinced herself that this was just another heroic moment. She was startled when a tray slid through a slot in the bottom of the door. Sara went over to it. It was a sandwich, soup, milk and a vibrator. The Producer's voice again echoed through her small prison. "You must be famished by now, both your belly and your cunt. So here is something to satisfy both." Superchick roared, "How do I know these aren't poisoned?" The Producer laughed, "If I wanted you dead, my pretty, you would be dead already. Oh no, no, I have much bigger plans for you. Grand plans. The promise remains. Once you have fucked yourself to an orgasm, I will shut off this video...unless you want it to stay on." "Damn you," Superchick roared, "Why are you doing this?" "Why? Partly because I can; partly because you have cost me a lot of money with your morally right heroism; partly because you are fucking hot and I look forward to turning you into a eager bimbo slut who obeys my every command; and, partly because you will make a great ally in my quest for world domination." "That will never happen," Superchick confidently retorted. "We will see, my pretty, we will see," he ominously replied. "Now back to our regularly scheduled program." The video of Superchick's rape returned and she collapsed on the bed. Famished, she eventually grabbed the sandwich and ate it. She drank the milk and slowly sampled the soup. She ignored the slick pink vibrator even though the tingling down below was screaming for attention. The videotape looped three more times before Sara began to show signs of weakening again. She thought to herself: if I just quickly cum I will be thinking straight again and this damn video will be shut off. Just as quickly her conscious argued: don't you dare weaken now. This debate in her mind continued through another loop, her left hand slowly slithering towards her wanton flesh just inches away from touching herself. The video suddenly changed to a hardcore porno of a girl getting fucked hard. The girl's screams were loud, ecstatic screams of unbridled pleasure and Sara's vagina began to leak without being touched. The 18-year-old was unable to take her eyes off the screen and without even mentally knowing it, her fingers reached her vagina and she mindlessly began to finger herself. Her eyes glued to the couple fucking as she furiously pumped one, then two fingers inside her burning vagina. Her moans echoed in the small room as she let herself go. After hours of simmering near the surface, it took less than a minute for her vagina to boil over and she screamed as her orgasm quaked her entire being. As she collapsed onto the bed, the screen went blank and silence finally filled the room. Once the orgasm faded, Sara cursed herself and her weakness. The Producer in the room next door smiled, it had taken longer than expected, but she broke down. He edited the video briefly and then sent it to a free porn site that would upload it ASAP and by tomorrow the whole world would see Superchick on a bed, in her uniform masturbating to a porn film. The Producer gloated to himself as he updated his master plan. His elaborate plan for Superchick was under way: 1. Capture Superchick. (Check) 2. Implant chemical contraption in her. (check) 3. Implant experimental drug in her blood stream that weakens her moral fibre mental capacity with each orgasm until she is an insipid bimbo. (check) 4. Make her masturbate and tape it. (Check) 5. Discredit Superchick. (In process) 6. Begin bimbo slut training. (Tomorrow) 7. Make her my eager submissive slut (in early process). 8. Make her a Super-villain (in early process). The video now off, Superchick sighed relieved to have silence. The rest of the evening she was alone in the room with lots of time to consider her predicament and pray that Superdude was looking for her. ORGASM CONTROL Unknown to Superchick, by the next morning, the video had gone viral and the top headlines around the world were about the fallen eighteen-year-old hero. Superchick was awakened to find herself again bound and helpless, but this time in a much more humiliating position. As she looked down she saw she was completely naked, her legs were spread wide open and a strange contraption with a dildo was just touching her vagina. Suddenly, The Producer's voice started her. "Good morning, Superslut." Instantly the blonde superhero was angry. "Let me go, the others must be looking for me by now." "Oh trust me, you are the talk of the town," The Producer chuckled. Bimbo-fying Superchick Sara noticed his ominous tone and asked tentatively already sensing something was wrong, "What do you mean?" "It is better if you just see for yourself," The Producer answered. "What?" Superchick asked just as the TV turned back on. Instantly the news was on and Superchick gasped. She watched the horrifying story about the fall of Superchick. The reporter spoke, as a picture of Sara's face in what was clearly orgasmic bliss was in the corner, "We cannot show the tape because of its explicit shocking content, but let's just say that the video shows our young heroine in a very, very compromising situation... with herself." "Noooo," Sara screamed, furious and demoralized, as she desperately tried to break free of her chains. The Producer laughed. "Sara, it is futile. Your conditioning is beginning now." "What conditioniiiiiiiiing," she began to ask as her pussy was suddenly filled by the dildo. Another laugh from The Producer. "Bimbo making and orgasm control, my slut to be. Have a good day, Superchick, or should I say, Superslut?" The voice disappeared and Sara was left with the TV switched from her scandal to a porn movie. She screamed, "Let me gooooooo," just as the dildo forcefully filled her again. For the next hour the dildo pumped into Superchick exactly every ten seconds, sat inside her for three seconds and pulled back out, before repeating the mind numbing, cunt teasing cycle. The consistency was a constant tease that had Sara in a state of perpetual almost orgasm that drove her more and more nuts as time went by. Sara had no idea how long the dildo teased her before The Producer's voice returned. "How are you, my pet?" "I am not your fucking pet," Sara snapped. "Tisk, tisk, such hostility, my dear," The Producer teased, "That is not how a Superhero talks." "Let me goooo," Sara demanded, as the dildo plunged back into her. "Do you want to come?" The Producer asked. "No," Sara stubbornly answered, lying. "It looks like you do," The Producer replied. "Fuck you," Superchick snapped. "All in good time, my pet," The Producer volleyed back, a confidence that only added to Sara's anger. "I will never break," Sara spit back out, venom in each word. "We will see," The Producer said. "By the way here is your breakfast." A moment later, three men entered the room naked. Each walked over to Superchick and began pumping their cocks. "What, no?" Sara gasped. "I wouldn't refuse your breakfast, it is all you are going to get this morning and trust me it is at least full of protein," The Producer informed in his usual monotone voice. Sara closed her mouth and eyes as the three men pumped their cocks. There was no way she was going to have cum for breakfast. Again time became irrelevant as the dildo continued its constant tease. Keeping her mouth shut during each forceful thrust was difficult, but she was determined to outlast the maniacal villain. She heard a grunt and seconds later felt the disgusting cum hit her closed lips and her face, surprisingly warm. She cursed to herself for her predicament as she was treated like a cheap slut. Another minute later, a second load hit her face covering her in cum. She refused to open her eyes, praying the humiliation was soon going to be over, but then felt a cock on her lips. "Open up, slut," the firm voice ordered. Sara shook her head. "Your loss, you stupid fucking cunt," the voice ridiculed and a third load of sticky white goo soon exploded all over the helpless teenage superhero. Sara was burning with anger but refused to open her mouth. Soon she heard the door close and assumed she was alone. She opened her eyes and learned she was right, she was alone again. She sighed at her predicament and the fact that her face was coated with cum. To make matters worse, she couldn't opened her mouth without getting cum in it. The door opened again and Sara heard the clicking of what had to be heels. A chubby brunette with a camera said, "Say cheese, Superchick." The first flash occurred before Sara could respond and she opened her mouth, accidentally allowing cum to go in as she protested, "Please, don't." The camera flashed and flashed and yet again Sara was helpless against the humiliation. Just as quickly as the woman came, she left and Sara was again alone, but now with the taste of cum in her mouth. The dildo in her cunt continued to keep her horny, yet not close enough to orgasm. The next hour ticked by with excruciating slowness as the constant pattern drove Sara nuts. She could literally feel herself weakening, willing to do anything to cum and stop the mind-numbing repetitive torture. Finally, the mundane consistency was changed when the door again opened and the three men returned naked. They proceeded to again pump their cocks in front of the growingly frustrated superhero. The Producer's voice returned. "Sara, you refused breakfast the first time. We will call this brunch. I highly suggest you eat this time. You are going to be there for a while." Sara weakly pleaded, "Please stop this." A laugh echoed through the speakers. "Oh, Sara, this is just the beginning." The men stroking their cocks laughed also. "I need water," Sara countered, "I feel dehydrated." "Well, have your brunch and I will give you all the water you need, my pet," The Producer promised. Sara cursed to herself. The constant dildo going in and out of her vagina was mentally exhausting, but it had also completely dehydrated her. She was hungry, thirsty and horny, a terrible frustrating mixture that led to her accepting her brief fate. She opened her mouth and waited for the disgusting cum that was bound to follow. "Good girl," one of the men said. Sara closed her eyes again, resigning herself to her humiliating fate. A minute later, without warning, the first sprays of cum hit her straight in the mouth and she allowed it to glide down her throat and into her famished belly. Before she had time to think, another grunt came and a second full load of cum was shot in her still open mouth. Oddly, Sara couldn't believe how the cum seemed to warm her belly and satisfy her in ways she could not explain...but she blamed her bound situation for the strange erotic satisfaction. Sara felt her head turned sideways and the last man ordered, "Suck my cock, slut." Sara's mouth was suddenly full of cock and she just tried not to gag as the ruthless stranger used her mouth savagely. Thankfully, in only a couple of minutes Sara felt the hot stream of cum fill her mouth. She swallowed it all and finally her temporary humiliation was complete. The man pulled his cock out of her and said, as he patted her head, "Good cocksucker," as if he was praising a dog. Sara snapped, "Fuck you." "All in good time," he chuckled, his foreboding tone sending a nervous chill up Sara's back, just like the Producer had earlier. A minute later, The Producer kept his word when the girl who had earlier taken Superchick's cum covered face photograph came in with bottles of water. "Lean up," the woman said. Sara obeyed dying of thirst and hoping to get rid of the aftertaste of three loads of cum. Sara opened her mouth and the woman poured the water in. So helpless she couldn't even drink water on her own only enhanced the frustration inside the superhero. Over a couple of minutes, Sara finished a whole bottle of water before the woman again left leaving the superhero alone yet again. Another hour slowly ticked by as the cock continued its slow in and out torment of the superhero. Sara tried to think about better times, but it was getting harder and harder as her pussy was begging for orgasmic release but was unable to achieve it. Again the click of heels was heard by a near delirious Sara. "Lunch time, slut," a voice said. Sara opened her eyes to see a different woman, naked who proceeded to climb on top of her and lower her cunt onto the bound superhero's face. At first Sara lay there disgusted and refusing to do anything until she heard the stranger say, "Either lick me to orgasm or I will suffocate you, you dumb bitch." Realizing her helpless predicament yet again, Sara reluctantly began licking. Much to her surprise, the taste was rather pleasant, which she figured was because she was famished and not in her usual state of mind because of the fucking dildo moving in and out of her. The bound superhero licked and licked suddenly hungry for more. So immersed on fulfilling her hunger, she forgot what she was doing. After a few minutes of licking, her face was suddenly sprayed with an excessive amount of juice. She opened her mouth trying to get as much of the sweet nectar as possible. A minute later, the stranger climbed off and said, "Apparently you enjoy pussy over cock, slut." It was just another humiliating slap in the face for the superhero. The scent of the stranger lingered long after as some pussy juice was in her nose after the rough treatment. Another hour ticked by at a snails' pace, the constant tease driving Sara crazy before a woman came in and gave Sara more water. Sara no longer knew how many hours had passed, she had become immune to the constant moaning sounds coming from the screen and she was mentally exhausted. Her desire to come overwhelmed any other desires, the hours of constant stimulation breaking her resistance down. The Producer's voice finally returned and was a good break in the monotone of the abuse Sara was currently suffering. "Do you want to come, my pet?" "I am not your pet," Sara snapped, not willing to bow down to the bastard. "You are a stubborn one aren't you, slut?" The Producer accused, the machine suddenly speeding up as the dildo began pumping in and out of the superhero's cunt. "I am not a sluuuut," the weak superhero yelled, suddenly distracted by the enhanced pleasure, her concentration broke, her orgasm began building past the point of no return. "Come for me my super slut, my submissive pet, my slave," The Producer riddled derogatory terms at her. "Dammiiiiit," Sara screamed, unable to stop the tidal wave that was crashing down on her. As soon as her orgasm hit her mind blanked as she felt a pleasure unlike any other, a pleasure she didn't want to end. The Producer's laughter a minute later, brought Sara back to her harsh reality, even as he body trembled. "One down, a few to go, my pet." Sara cursed at again being unable to resist her own carnal desires, the evil laughter of The Producer only frustrating her more. "This video will be a big seller," The Producer said. The machine continued pumping in and out of the bound superhero, not allowing the orgasm to completely subside, as a second orgasm began to build, like wave after wave crashing into the shore. Sara couldn't believe how good the orgasm was and how the continual pleasure was continuing to bring her pleasure she had never felt before. She lost track of how many orgasms quaked through her body. Finally, her body near exhaustion, her binds magically unlocked and Sara stood up and then fell to the floor, her legs weak from the hours of being strapped spread open. Through the door opening, a couple bottles of water appeared and Sara crawled to them and eagerly downed the whole first bottle without breathing. The Producer's voice returned, "Did you enjoy yourself, slave?" "No," Sara snapped, denying the cold hard reality that she just had the most intense orgasms, and the first multiple orgasms, of her life. "The video begs to differ, my pet," The Producer retorted, his tone clearly amused. "I, like, had no control over my body," Sara screamed at the voice. "It's already beginning," The Producer announced. "What is?" Sara glared. "You'll see," The Producer chuckled. "Tomorrow we will continue your training." Looking at his check list, The Producer was giddy with excitement. He had accomplished number 5 (discredit Superchick), and the last three on the list were well on their way to fruition, the bimbo slut training working faster than he anticipated. Tomorrow, he would have to make sure she had multiple orgasms again as patience was not one of his virtues. He wanted her completely bimbo-fied ASAP. Sara desperately tried to stay awake not wanting to wake up bound again, as she wracked her brain trying to figure a way out of her humiliating predicament. She needed to get her bearings so she could fight the evil plan of The Producer and thus had to refrain from submitting sexually. That said, her head was in a fog, unable to think straight. Unfortunately, the day had taken its toll and eventually she drifted off to sleep. The Producer smiled as he had the biggest surprise yet coming tomorrow. Meanwhile, across town, Superdude had hit rock bottom getting drunk for the first time in his life. Josie Blaine, his beautiful wife, had been missing for a month and he had not been able to locate her even with all his powers. But after seeing the video of his sister's sexual humiliation. He knew instantly that whoever had Sara also had his wife. Furious at himself for putting the two women he cared about in danger, frustrated that he hadn't been able to find them and devastated at what had happened to Sara and what assumedly had happening to his wife, he called the League of Heroes. A Stunning Surprise Sara woke up sitting on a Sybian, her arms and legs bound to keep her in position, again in her Superchick outfit and a buzzing inside her cunt. She screamed, "Like, what is going on here." A moment later, a female voice in the bubbliest voice ever came over the intercom, "Good moooooorning, Sara." "Who are you? Like, help me, please," Sara pleaded, the voice seemingly familiar, praying this woman would have some compassion. "Sure," the voice said, and a moment later the buzzing in Sara's cunt increased ten-fold. "Shiiiiiit, noooooo," Sara whimpered, as an intense pleasure hit her vagina. "Shiiiiiiit, yes," the voice mocked with a giggle. "Master has, like, accelerated your training, you silly thing." "Noooo, please help me," Sara begged. "Master is helping you," the voice replied. "I knooooow you," Sara moaned, the familiar voice driving her nuts, as was the buzzing in my pussy. "Of course you do silly," the voice giggled, "we are like besties." "Josie?" Sara finally gasped, recognizing Superdude's wife's voice. "No, silly goose, it's Jojo now," the voice giggled. "What has happened to yooou?" Sara moaned against her will, as she tried to understand how one of the smartest and strongest women she knew ended up sounding like a complete ditz. The Producer's voice interrupted the conversation. "We may have overdone it with her training, she is pretty much completely incompetent now. Have a snack, slut." "Oh thank you, Master," Jojo eagerly replied as the TV came on and Sara saw a now blonde Josie, her brother's wife, bobbing on the biggest cock she had ever seen. "What did you doooo to her?" Sara snapped, assuming that he had brainwashed her somehow and made her his slut. "I traaaaained her," The Producer mocked before adding, "Like I am doing to you as we speak. Are you close to coming, my dear?" "Noooo," Sara lied, the orgasm bound to come whether she wanted it or not. "Reeeeeally," The Producer again mocked. "You see I have injected you with a mind control drug that slowly turns you into a bimbo. It is triggered each time you orgasm." "Yooou can't, like, be serious," Sara gasped, fear taming the orgasm that had been rising. "Like, yes I am," The Producer mocked. Sara suddenly realized she had been saying 'like' on occasion and gasped. "Aaaah, clarity hits the bimbo to be," The Producer chuckled. "Please, stop," Sara pleaded. "I no longer have control over your fate, you do. You only get dumber and conversely sluttier with each orgasm. Resist the temptation to come and you will continue to be in control of your mental state," The Producer informed her. "Fuck you, you fucking bastard," Sara blasted. "Sounding like a bimbo already," he laughed, before adding, "have fun, Superchick, let's see how strong you really are resisting the temptation to give in to your carnal desires." His voice disappeared and again porn was on the TV. This time Sara was forced to watch or, at the very least, listen to Josie Blaine being gangbanged by at least a dozen men and seemingly loving it. Over the intercom, The Producer said, "Pretty soon Sara that will be you too." "Neeeeever," Sara screamed back closing her eyes, unable to watch her friend be debased in such a way. "Never say never," The Producer said, "your friend Jojo said the same thing when she thought her hero would save her." "Damn yooooooooooooou," Sara moaned, as the toy in her continued pleasing her. "Have fun," he laughed. "I got to finish feeding Jojo her morning snack, don't I, my pet?" "Hmmm, yes Master," Jojo purred back. "Be strong, Josie," Sara yelled. "Don't be so silly, Master knows best," Josie replied before Sara heard slurping sounds. "Good luck resisting," The Producer said. The next hour Sara fought every urge to just let go and come, the buzzing inside her bringing continual pleasure. Again getting thirsty, Sara begged, "Water, I need water." A moment later Josie Blaine came in with water dressed in pigtails, pink thigh highs, five inch heels and nothing else, except the nipple clamps that showcased her 38D breasts, much larger since the breast enhancements courtesy of The Producer. "Josie, like, what happened to you?" Sara asked, cursing herself for using the word like. "Master saved me," she shrugged, as she reached her sister by marriage and began pouring water in Sara's mouth. Sara was silenced briefly as she was re-hydrated. Once the bottle was done, Josie said, "Hmmmm, Jojo is here to help." Sara watched stunned as her brother's feminist wife bent down and began licking Sara's pussy. "God no, Josie, don't." Josie giggled, "There is no Josie here, only Jojo." "Fine, Jojo, please stop," Sara pleaded, Josie's tongue on her clit making it impossible to control herself from the orgasm that had been simmering forever. "Don't be silly, I love to help," Josie said with a giggle, never quitting pleasuring her sister's clit. Sara whimpered, her sister's tongue feeling so good after all the teasing. Feeling her orgasm rise, she begged, "Please no more, I, like, am going to, like, come hard, fuck." "Of course you are, silly," Jojo giggled, "Sara needs to come." "Noooooo, I can't come," Sara tried to rationalize, desperate to make her predicament clear to the once proud woman. "I will fix that," Jojo promised and put extra pressure on Sara's clit. That was the straw that broke the camel's back as Sara, unable to control the internal inferno inside her, screamed, "Noooooooooo, fuuuuuuck, yooou made me coooooooome." Josie kept licking savoring the bound girl's sweet nectar. Once the orgasm had completely finished its course, Jojo stood up and said, "Hmmmm, Jojo likey." The Producer's voice chuckled as he said, "This should be another best seller online." Sara snapped as she threatened, "When I get out of this I am like going to make you pay." "Insubordination, I can't have that from one of my bimbos," he scolded, and instantly Sara felt her bound arms being pulled up and then suddenly she was dropped back down. "Nooooo," Sara moaned as her body slammed back onto the vibrating pleasure stick. "Keep licking her Jojo, she is your lunch," The Producer said. "Yes, Master," the once famous reporter replied as if in a submissive trance, falling to her knees again and awkwardly licking the young girl's clit. A moment later she giggled, "This is soooo yummy for my tummy," Bimbo-fying Superchick "No, don't you dare Josie," Sara demanded. "Me not Josie, me Jojo," the now blonde haired beauty said while continuing to fulfill her Master's task. "Damn it, you are Josie Blaine, wife of Superduuuuuuuuuuuude," Sara explained and moaned as her body again landed with full force onto the pleasure penis. Jojo giggled, "Markie had such a small cockie, but Master's cockie is like super-big, he is the real Superdude," and returned to having her lunch. "Josie you just, like, gave away your husband's secret identity," Sara gasped. Jojo said, "Yes, Superdude is Markie Blaine a TV reporter at Fox News and trust me he is not super in the bedroom." "Oh my God," Sara gasped again at Josie's complete disrespect for Superdude as another orgasm was rising. Jojo thought that meant Sara was close and doubled her focus on getting the bound, cute teen off. Sara's second orgasm was so close and there seemed to be nothing she could do to stop it. The double pleasure of the cock she was involuntarily riding and Josie's tongue was driving her crazy. She wasn't sure how much more she could take. Giving up on trying to convince the seemingly lost cause that was once Josie Blaine, she knew she had to double her resolve to not come or she would end up like Josie. Sara focused her brain on revenge. Imagining crushing The Producer brought a brief smile to her face as did the thought of what Superdude would do to him once he saved Josie. Although the thoughts slowed down the orgasm simmering inside her it didn't squelch it. Sara had no idea how long she held off the inevitable, but when it came her body shook uncontrollably in her bound position. "Dammmiiiiiiiiit, fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck," she screamed as she cursed the reality that she had succumbed to her carnal desires even if it was against her wishes and just as instantly the forced movements from her bindings quit. Jojo eagerly licked up as much of the teen's delicious pussy juice treating it like champagne her addiction to come of any sorts more powerful than any drug. "Hmmm, so goody-good." Sara was still in orgasm mode, furious with herself for coming again, when she snapped at the dumb bimbo licking her. "Stop speaking like a fucking dummy, it's ridiculous." "That hurtie my feelings," Jojo instantly pouted tears filling her eyes. Sara instantly felt bad, it wasn't Josie's fault she had been turned into a slutty bimbo. "I'm sorry Jojo, I didn't mean it," Sara said softly, even as her body continued to tremble from her second orgasm. "Oh goody, me do better," Jojo said, bursting with enthusiasm and diving back into Sara's pussy. "Fuuuuck, noooooo," Sara whined, as the aggressive attack on her now sensitive pussy was bringing on yet another orgasm. "Me make you come again," Jojo mumbled ignoring Sara's protests, as she took Sara's clit in-between her lips and began shaking her head back and forth. The sensations from the eager bimbo had Sara on the brink of a third orgasm in almost no time at all. "Please stop," Sara pleaded, assuming The Producer's words of bimbo-fication were true. Although she didn't feel any dumber, or want to be a slut like Josie had become, she did feel her defenses getting weaker. For the next half hour, Sara begged many times for Josie to stop and used every ounce of will power to resist the growing temptation to cum. Unfortunately, the bimbo's hungry determined eagerness was eventually too much and Sara couldn't prevent the inevitable third straight orgasm as she screamed, "Dammiiiiiiiiit, not again." Finally, Josie stood up, kissed her sister on the lips and said, "Thank you for lunchie." Sara sighed, knowing it was no use to be mean, "You're welcome." Sara watched her mirage of a sister walk out as she felt exhausted, weak and frustrated. A minute later, two men came in and released Sara from her restrictive bindings. Sara fell to the ground shivering and broken, with tears streaming down her face as for the first time since her capture she felt a sense of lost hopelessness. As The Producer watched the defeated superhero and while Jojo sucked his cock slowly, he checked the list and smiled, thinking to himself this is going better than expected. 1. Capture Superchick. (Check) 2. Implant kryptonite chip in her. (Check) 3. Implant experimental drug in her blood stream that weakens her moral fibre mental capacity with each orgasm until she is an insipid bimbo. (Check) 4. Make her masturbate and tape it. (Check) 5. Discredit Superchick. (Check) 6. Begin bimbo slut training. (In Progress) 7. Make her my eager submissive slut (in early process). 8. Make her a Super-villain (in early process). Although Superchick was way stronger than Josie Blaine was, it was still only a matter of time before she was his unconditional submissive. He added the new video to his money making website Superchickslut which had already hit a million views and over 300,000 subscribers at 30 bucks a pop. The addition of today's lesbian video would really boom his subscribers he thought as would other upcoming videos. Horny again, he ordered, "Bend over Jojo, time for your daily ass treatment." Jojo eagerly stood up, bent over the desk like she usually did and waited for the thrill of being sodomized by her glorious big-dicked Master. The Producer smiled, "This is too good to be true." Meanwhile, the League of Heroes had all showed up for the emergency meeting each of them determined to help Superdude get his wife and sister back, each of them knowing their loved ones could be next. TO BE CONCLUDED>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Can Superchick resist the bimbo-fication? Can Superdude save his wife and sister from the peril they are currently in? Will The Plague and The Producer finally take control of New York City? These and many other questions will be answered in the exciting conclusion of Bimbo-fying Superchick coming to a Literotica website near you in later in 2015.