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Platinum Angel: Hypnotica’s Pets

Chapter 7

Hypnotica turned on a heel and led the way deeper into the basement. Joey and Britney forced Platinum Angel to follow. The heroine struggled. It wasn’t her first time in a hobble chain, but the drug made it hard to control her limbs and adjust her steps. She tripped to her knees five times in the short walk to the very back of the basement.

“Why am I not surprised,” the platinum beauty whispered upon arrival.

Hypnotica had a nicely stocked BDSM dungeon setup in the basement. The floor remained concrete, but she’d painted the walls a deep blood red. All of the bondage furniture was lacquered shiny black. There was a small wet bar in one corner, with large screen TVs on three of the walls. One of the minions turned the TVs on, and wicked, nasty BDSM porn filled the screens.

Cheyenne pulled the heroine’s bikini bottoms down and off. Platinum Angel’s insides melted, becoming hot and fluttery. Her pussy felt like molten sex, throbbing intensely. And then the blonde beauty pressed up to Platinum Angel’s back, kissing the heroine’s neck while one hand snaked between her legs from behind.

“Oooooh,” Platinum Angel groaned, eyes rolling up when Cheyenne began to rub her throbbing pussy. The heroine’s back bowed, as she thrust her butt out to give Cheyenne easier access without even thinking about it. “Yes. Just like that.”

“What did you say?” Hypnotica asked, looking amused. “Are you already primed and ready to rock and roll? No fight whatsoever? Just, let’s fuck, baby!”

“No!” Platinum Angel cried. “I mean, it’s the drug.”

“Don’t lie to yourself, cunt,” Hypnotica sneered. “You’re a hot little whore and you know it.”

“Actually, Mistress,” Victoria said. “Maybe Platinum Cunt is telling the truth. I think it is the drug, too.”

“It’s not an aphrodisiac,” Hypnotica said.

“Exactly, but it does strip away all inhibitions,” Victoria said, starting to smirk. “The drug stripped away Platinum Cunt’s stern exterior, all fake, to reveal the horny as hell slut underneath. Her true slutty self.”

“No. That's not it,” Platinum Angel said. “It’s just. Just… I don’t know why I’m so horny.”

“So you arehorny?” Hypnotica said. She pressed up close, sandwiching Platinum Angel between her and Cheyenne. And then the evil brunette started rubbing the heroine’s clit, while Cheyenne redoubled her efforts on her pussy. The lactose vampire’s voice dropped an octave, getting all husky and breathless sexy. “I’m glad you admit that. I’m horny, too. We all are horny. And now we will all sate those wickedly wonderful urges and desires.”

Hypnotica claimed the heroine’s soft, warm lips, while the minion continued to kiss and nibble her neck and shoulder. Platinum Angel writhed, and wiggled, but didn’t really struggle. She knew she should be fighting them off, but…

So hard. So… So…“Mmmmm.”

Platinum Angel’s pussy throbbed like crazy, in sync with her racing heart. Soon, she started thrusting her hips, grinding into Hypnotica’s magical hand. Then her captor opened the heroine’s mouth with her own, and their tongues began to wrestle deep in the blonde’s mouth. Cheyenne moaned, and then Platinum Angel and Hypnotica groaned.

So wonderful. So sweet.

Hot tingles flowed up from her achy pussy, spreading into her already fluttery belly. Her tits tingled more than ached now, and then the hot tingles flowed in a rush down into her thighs. Platinum Angel knew there was no stopping it now.

Her core erupted. Pure euphoria washed through her oversexed, quivering body. Hypnotica refused to release her lips, demanding that Platinum Angel give everything to her. Demanding satisfaction. And the vanquished heroine tried to please.

Her body stiffened, back bowed as pleasure continued to sing through her very bones. The heroine’s eyes were huge in disbelief. Both of her tormentors continued to rub her most sensitive spots. And they were so damned good at it.

Nonono! What is wrong with me? Platinum Angel silently screamed. I must fight them, fight my needs and desires. I can’t give them an inch, or they will claim my very soul.

Platinum Angel drove her right knee straight up between Hypnotica’s thighs…

“Aaaiiee!” she cried, when the hobble chain snapped tight, digging the steel cuffs brutally into her ankles. Her knee didn’t even come close to contact. So she head-butted the lactose vampire. “Get off me!”

Hypnotica staggered back two steps, blood under her nose. She wiped it away, looked at the blood staining her fingertips with a scowl, and then turned furious eyes on the bound heroine.

“Lock her down on the bondage horse.”

Joey, Cheyenne, and Britney wrestled the struggling heroine over to a black wooden construct. To Platinum Angel it looked like a heavy-duty sawhorse with a black leather padded top ridge. The heroine was forced belly down atop it, with Cheyenne straddling her back to hold her down. Then Platinum Angel’s legs were freed from the shackles, pulled wider, and secured to the legs with wide leather straps. Joey unlocked the handcuffs. Britney forced her right arm down to the front right leg, and buckled a wide leather cuff around her wrist, securing her to the leg. Joey did the same on the left, and then Cheyenne slipped off and Platinum Angel’s captors stood around her in a circle and smiled at their sexy trophy.

Platinum Angel struggled with all the vigor and strength she could muster. All to no avail. She couldn’t move more than a few inches in any direction. Worse, she felt the cool air all up and down her crack, from her leaking pussy to her puckered anus. From past setbacks, she understood just how vulnerable and open to sexual exploitation she was at that moment.

“Gird my loins, Krista,” Hypnotica commanded. “I will take this wild minx for once and for all. By morning, Platinum Angel will be purring like my pet kitten.”

“Negative! No way! I refuse to admit defeat,” Platinum Angel screamed. “I am a super heroine, dammit. Treat me with respect or else!”

“You want respect?” Hypnotica asked.

“Yes. I demand respect.”

The lactose vampire grinned with wicked glee. “So be it. I’ll give you so much respect you will scream my name all night long.”

Krista returned with a massive black strap-on dildo. Platinum Angel’s eyes locked on the actual dildo. It looked two feet long in her head, but probably closer to 10 to 12 inches, but thicker than anything she’d seen or experienced before. And then she groaned miserably, reading in big bold white letters along the length of it: RESPECT.

“Gag her.”

“Wait. Can’t we come to an agreement?” Platinum Angel cried, unable to pull her eyes off that monster bitch tamer. “I’m willing to – ”

Victoria cut her off by shoving a bright red ball gag into her mouth. Using the heel of her hand, she shoved it in unto the entire ball was behind Platinum Angel’s teeth, filling up her mouth with firm rubber. Multiple straps went under her chin, around her head, and across both cheeks to meet on the bridge of her nose, and then pass up between her eyes.

Platinum Angel looked around wild-eyed, bucking and wiggling her butt in a vain try to avoid being impaled. Hypnotica moved up behind her, guided the end of the now well-lubricated dildo to her pussy. She pushed past the heroine’s fleshy nether lips, right up to her entrance. The platinum-maned beauty started to pant through her nose, head whipping back and forth in an attempt to see what was happening behind her.

Hypnotica grabbed the helpless masked vigilante’s hips, fingers digging in, and then… THRUST.

“Ugggh!”

“Damn, she’s tighter than I expected,” Hypnotica said. “Even better. She’s truly going to FEEL this.”

She thrust again, a little deeper. And again, and again. Platinum Angel grunted with every thrust. Her entire body bowed up with every thrust. The busty heroine’s eyes rolled up into her head as the initial pain and stress slowly morphed into pleasure. And every stroke intensified the pleasure, much to her chagrin.

No, please, pain is better, Platinum Angel thought miserably. I don’t get lost in pain.

It didn’t take Hypnotica long to completely sheath RESPECT inside Platinum Angel. And then she started the longest, full-length stroke imaginable. Her pace started slow and steady. The heroine gasped, grunted, and groaned, her thoughts in chaos, her core singing like a choir. Platinum Angel understood the threat. Her body loved it too much, while her mind was coming around. When her emotions turned on her, then she was lost. And Hypnotica, curse her soul, never faltered.

Hypnotica fucked Platinum Angel long and hard, until the heroine cried out with startled blue eyes. Her insides changed. Shifted. Tension built. That rush to climax had started. Platinum Angel fought the need to climax. Desperately fought, but she realized quickly that she was not strong enough.

“Aagggggh!” she screamed around the ball gag when her traitorous body exploded with such intensity.

Her thoughts grew still when Hypnotica didn’t stop. No, she increased the speed of her thrust. Platinum Angel whimpered. She understood the end was nigh. The poor heroine no longer had the will to fight. And it really did feel so God-damned amazing.

Hypnotica fucked Platinum Angel through six more mind-numbing orgasms. She left the once proud beauty a limp mess, body as shiny as her costume. And then each of the minions took her turn with the helpless heroine, giving her more RESPECT than she could handle.

“Well, we haven’t had that much fun in ages,” Hypnotica purred. “We’re all exhausted playing with you, my pet.” She caressed Platinum Angel’s silky soft hair. “But all good things come to an end. Time to finish with your complete destruction and get some well-earned rest.”

Platinum Angel lifted weary baby blues. Her captor grinned, and then reached for her face. The heroine’s breath caught when the villainess touched her silver mask. And then she felt her face heating up, body trembling when Hypnotica curled her fingertips under the edge of the mask.

Hypnotica started pulling. “Let’s find out who’s been hiding behind this mask for the last ten years.”

Platinum Angel bucked and squealed around the ball gag, but nothing stopped that wicked lactose vampire. And then she relaxed, when the mask stayed firmly on her face. The heroine smiled.

“I guess it is true. Sisterhood masks can’t be removed without the help of the super heroine.”

Platinum Angel nodded.

Hypnotica smiled cruelly, leaned over to press her lips to the heroine’s ear.

“You will remove that mask tomorrow, and give it to me like a good little hucow minion tomorrow. I promise.”