The Good Girl

by Aletessa -- http:deviantart.com/aletessa(And check out her brand new blog at https://aletessawrites.blogspot.com/ )

The steel door was no match for power of a goddess; Super Michelle's punch sent it flying dozens of feet back from the opening.  She strode boldly into the warehouse, but there was no sign of Rozan's gang within.  Three other doors led out, two obviously to storage rooms.  The other led to a short hallway with stairs up and down; Super Michelle heard a clattering from the latter, and started down.  At the bottom of the stairs was another hall leading into a dark room.  As she got closer, she saw its door was steel as well, like that of a vault.  Another clattering from beyond the doorway claimed her attention, and she entered the room.

As she did, the steel door clanged shut behind her; she'd pretty much been expecting that, it was an obvious and elementary trap, but nothing she couldn't punch her way back out of when she'd searched the room.  Then she heard a hissing sound from above; were they trying to use gas?  There were pipes running along the ceiling, and as Super Michelle looked up at them, a white mist abruptly burst out of them... a freezing mist that battered at her, sapping her strength by the second.  She turned back to the vault door, punching at it... but the mist had already done too much; the door dented under her assault, but didn't break open.

Super Michelle stayed on her feet; the cold could weaken her enough to prevent her from breaking out of the vault, but not enough to prevent her from outfighting anyone who came in.  But whoever had designed this trap had thought of that too; the heroine was beginning to feel lightheaded and sluggish... the freezing mist was also laced with a drug of some kind, one that was affecting her as her energy faded. Frantically, she looked around for another way out, a weak point in the walls if she couldn't get through the door; but before she could find anything, her legs gave way.

She tried to get up as the battered door opened and men came in, but she could barely move.  They picked her up and carried her to a steel pillar in the centre of the vault, then wrapped lengths of industrial chain around her to hold her in place; ankles, knees, waist, wrists, elbows, chest, neck.  Super Michelle struggled against the bondage, but both the chains and pillar held firm.  But the mist was dissipating; it would no longer be weakening her or dosing her with the drug.  Assuming nothing else went wrong, she should recover enough energy soon to break free.

One more man walked into the room; obviously Rozan himself, complete with smirk and sharp suit.  He walked up to Super Michelle as if she were no threat to him at all... which a humiliated part of her brain reminded her was quite true at the moment.

"Well," he said.  "A goddess in chains, at my mercy."

"Only because your men did all the hard work," she answered.

"That is why I pay them.  Still, it's my turn now."  He reached out and caressed her cheek, letting out a small laugh at her instinctive flinch.

He told his men to clear the room, and removed two ear buds from his pocket; he reached up and inserted them into Super Michelle's ears.

"You're going to play me music?" she asked.  "You could have just asked."

"I'm going to enjoy quashing that spirit of yours," Rozan answered.  He removed something else from his pocket, but his time he reached between the captive heroine's legs, easing aside the fabric of her skimpy costume and sliding something into her; something round and metallic, it felt like... she tried to resist the intrusion, but there was nothing she could do, she was helpless to stop him as he inserted the egg-like object, and then another.

The next thing he removed from his pocked looked like a remote control; the impression proved true when he pressed a button and the objects inside her started to vibrate.  A second button and the earbuds began to send out little pulses of sound.  Rozan just stood for a few minutes, then, his body still only a few inches from hers.  She was defenceless, and he could reach out at any second and touch her, her costume was no barrier; and resist as she might, the constant stimulation from the metal eggs was beginning to arouse her.

She shook and twisted her body, trying to dislodge them somehow, but she could barely move within her chains, and all she did was make them shift around inside her, spreading their effect further... and the movement mixed with the sounds in her ears made her dizzy.  For few moments she tried to relax, let herself centre.  But then the frequency of the eggs picked up, the faster vibration reaching down into her pasage, and into her clit; she couldn't help letting out a slight moan at the sensation, but she thought she managed to stifle it before Rozan heard.  The sound changed too, some tiny extra note that her mind instinctively tried to pin down.

"I think we're ready to start."  Rozan's voice mingled with the sounds from the earphones in a way that... that Super Michelle couldn't quite work out, they just seemed to go together.  And their pitches matched the rhythm of the eggs inside her; claiming and penetrating the senses of both her body and mind; the thought of the eggs made her clench her thighs together, feeling another pulse of arousal as she did. She let out another moan as she felt Rozan's hands on her breasts, reaching beneath her costume to knead at her.

"I can feel your resistance," Rozan said to her.  "Struggling against the chains, or against the eggs, or my music.  You must know you can't get free.  The chains are too strong, and I am the one in control of the eggs and the sounds.  You're just depleting yourself, for no gain. Isn't it better to relax?"

"I... have to fight...  I'm a heroine."

"Yes, you're good.  A good girl."

"That's not-"

"But surely it's better to relax for now.  Let your strength come back."  He ran his thumbs across Super Michelle's nipples, pressing on them slightly, before cupping and lifting her breasts.

It did make sense in a way... the stimulation of her womb and breasts was slowing her recovery of energy.  Maybe if she just let herself-

"That's right," came Rozan's soothing voice.  "Just relax."  He pressed her nipples again, this time with a slight pinch between fingers and thumbs.

Michelled moaned again, trying to recover her train of thought.  But it was hard; his mouth was on one her nipples now, licking and nipping, while the hand it had replaced was down at her mound, teasing at her clit.

"Yes," Rozan continued.  "Just relax.  And feel.  And listen."  His mouth was on her other nipple now, while he kneaded and squeezed at the vacated breast; and fingers caressed her clit and labia, already sensitive from the vibration of the eggs, building her further.  It was all she could do, right now... and if she listened, maybe she could finally figure out what that extra noise was in the sounds from the earbuds, if she could only figure out why it was important.  "Relax," Rozen said; "just let your body grow still and listen to my voice."  Making her body still... yes, if she could do that, it might help her fight off its arousal.  As if to make it easier for her, Rozen ended his stimulation of her nipples and clit, and returned to gently kneading her breasts.

"That's right.  Your body is very still now.  All you have to do is relax; stop trying to feel and let feeling come over you.  I can help you.  You just have to listen.  Can you listen to me?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"Good girl."

A stray doubt came into Super Michelle's head, but she tried to banish it.

"I'm going to count down from five to one," Rozen said.  "As I say each number, your body will grow more relaxed, and your mind more calm and empty, until I reach one where you will be completely relaxed in your body and mind  Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good girl.  Five.  You can feel a warmth in your muscles now."  He was right, it was spreading out from her aroused and stimulated parts, through the rest of her.  "Four.  You can feel how delightful that warmth is; you don't want to move or think, just let it bathe you."  Despite his words, she writhed a little, feeling a slight thrill as her arousal pulsed, sending more of the warmth through her.  "Three.  Relaxing your body and mind, surrendering to the warmth, to my warmth."  She closed her eyes and let his warmth penetrate every part of her.  "Two.  My warmth is in all of you; you're ready to surrender now."  She let out an almost silent moan at a slight brushing against her lips.  "And now one.  Completely relaxed.  Completely empty.  Completely surrendered."

"Say, 'I am relaxed,'" he told her.

"I am relaxed," she replied.

"Good girl.  Now say, 'I am empty.'"

"I am empty."

"Good girl.  Now say, 'I am surrendered, master.'"

"I am surrendered, master."

"Good girl."

Once more she felt a slight brush against her lips.  "And finally," he said, "say, 'I am a good girl, master.'"

"I am a good girl, master."

"I know you're a good girl.  But you want to show me, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Say, 'I want to show you I'm a good girl, master.'"

"I want to show you I'm a good girl, master."

"Perfect.  There are special ways that you can show me how good a girl you are.  Do you want me to tell you what they are?"

She did want to know; it was important to know, if she wanted to be a good girl.  "In a few moments," he said, "I will tell you to wake up. When you see me, you will realise that I am your master.  A good girl would know that, and you're a good girl, so tell me what you will know when you see me?"

"I will know that you are my master," she said.

"And you will want to please me, like a good girl.  And you will want to obey me, like a good girl.  Do you understand?"

"Yes.  I will want to please you and obey you."

"Perfect.  Good girl."  She felt a slight thrill as he said the words.

"Now I'm going to count from one to five.  As I pass through each number, you will grow more awake and aware, but you will remember that you are a good girl, and I am your master.  One.  Two.  Three.  Four.  Five."

Super Michelle came to, still in her chains.  Rozan wasn't touching her any more, and the eggs had stopped; no, they were gone, thank heaven.  She could start to recover and escape.  She looked around, and saw him; her master.  Her knees grew weak at the sight of him, until her chains might have been all that were holding her up.  As his mouth opened, she knew she was about to receive her first command; she knew she would obey, and her master would be pleased... because she was a good girl.