SG & The Broker : Brokers Revenge Chp 06-07

[Abductorenmadrid]

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CHAPTER VI
UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL


The blonde awoke, she flinched as she found herself on the floor, or at least she thought, it was slightly soft, like a firm foam. She was on her side and realised her wrists were cuffed behind her back. She felt her cloak against her hands, her skirt too, she gave it a tug and felt it tug around her waist, then she noticed the familiar feel of her boots against her legs. Her breasts stung against the touch of her own one piece. The blindfold she was wearing was held firm against her eyes, she tried to nuzzle it away from her face using her shoulder but it felt like it had been tapped into place. She worked her jaw, stretching it out, closing it,opening it, this was the first time she had been without that snorkel in her mouth.

She carefully pushed herself up, onto her knees, head bowed, silently wondering what was happening, was she being watched, or was she alone? She rested her hands against her bottom through her skirt and felt the sting of the sunburn.

She considered calling out, but perhaps there might be something to be gained by exploring. She decided it best not to try and walk and so begun to shuffle on her knees in one direction, carefully reaching forward with her knee before putting it down and moving on with the next. She was bound to reach a wall and then could follow that until she reached a door.

The red head silently looked on bemused . She had removed most of the obstructions in the chamber, the jigsaw type foam matting had been put down for her own safety, not the blonde bimbos, and she was fascinated at the blondes continued resilience. She shuffled onwards, and the red head just rolled her eyes in boredom.

She rose to her feet and walked quietly up behind the kneeling blonde , taking a step each time the blonde shuffled. Finally the purple clad woman placed the sole of her heeled boot against the cloak covered shoulder blade of the pretty blonde .

The blonde managed a short gasp, a quick intake of breath and for a split second seemed to begin to rotate around to face the mystery person and then …. splat. The purple clad woman had given the blonde a good firm push with her foot and the cuffed woman lost her balance and went to the floor. She had managed to twist her torso ever so slightly and so her upper arm and shoulder took most of the force of her ending up flat on the floor.

“That ….” grunted the blonde . “That was cheap !”

The red head stayed silent as a huge grin appeared on her face.

“Nothing to say huh, or are you going to let the computer do your talking for you ?”

The red head sensed she was being goaded, perhaps letting the woman be un-gagged for this phase was a mistake, but she wanted to hear the blonde beg, it was time to encourage her.

The blonde wiggled on the floor and pushed herself up again, on her knees. She turned her head, listening carefully for movement in the room. With her powers she would have been able to hear her adversaries eyes blink but what she had now seemed more like deafness.
The red head walked to her stack of toys, she knew that her captive wasn’t going anywhere. She picked up a paddle and walked confidently back to the blonde .

“So, did you want us to talk or …...” said the blonde into the void.

The red knelt down, behind her victim, her knees either side of her prisoners booted legs and grabbed a handful of the blondes hair, pulling her body back closer to her own.

“Aahhh …..” snorted the blonde … “cant we just umm...what do you want?” the blonde blurted, confused. She turned her head towards the face of her abuser, she could hear their breathing in her ear.

The red head rested the paddle against one of the blondes breasts and gently circled the wooden surface over the tight shiny spandex. The blonde winced and tried to recoil away but her hair was firmly wrapped around the red heads fist.

The red head then started patting with the paddle, tap tap tap tap, with a slow firm steady rhythmic beating.

“Aaaaahhhh ...jeeeeez” the blonde protested her face contorted slightly with the pain. The red head continued slowly and steadily beating the blondes breasts with her toy as slowly the blonde began to melt against her, her head flopping back onto the red heads shoulder.

The red head dropped the paddle and grasped one of the blondes breasts firmly through her costume and began to knead it like dough. The blondes flesh was still warm, and sore from the sun burn torture and she tried to twist at the shoulder to escape only to have herself yanked back more firmly by the hair. The red head flicked at the nipples and the blonde could feel them harden in response, her skin still protesting at the touch.

The red head released the girls hair and reached around the other side and the pair of hands in unison gripped a nipple each between thump and first finger. The blonde didn’t know how to respond and just leant weakly against her tormentor.

“Aahhhh …... what are you doing to me ….....?.” the blonde gasped.

The red head was surprised at the control she had over the blonde even now that her head was free. The red head released the blondes nipples and wrapped one hand around the blondes waist and put one on her shoulder then forced the blonde down onto one side again.

The blonde wanted to rise but one heeled boot stretched out and placed itself onto a broad swathe of the golden hair splayed out on the floor. The blonde moved her head and felt she was trapped by her hair. The red skirt covering her behind was yanked up and her reddened flesh was revealed. The red head grabbed the sides of the blue one pieces, tugging them together forming a more thong like back revealing more flesh and began to spank the blonde.

The blonde, on her side, almost tried to shuffle like she was walking horizontally, trying to rotate herself away but their was no escape and the red head pummelled the poor girls already red raw behind.

The blondes mind was whirling, if she could just stay focused, but the pain, the feelings in her head, made it all so blurry. She felt helpless, and there was nothing she could do except try and stay alert to any chance that might present itself.

The red head by now had already marched away and was quickly heading back.

“What now?”, thought the blonde . The red head rolled the blonde onto her back and straddled her thighs with her knees. She reached forward and cupped the blonde behind her head and lifted her torso up closer to her own, a clump of hair firmly clasped in her hand.

“what are you doing ….?” pleaded the blonde .

The red head, with her free hand, picked up hair drier and turned it on to hot. She smiled wickedly as she gave a flick of the wrist and a quick blast of air shot over the blondes face. The prisoner tried to shuffle her legs and push herself back to no avail and then she felt it. The hot air was directed onto her breasts.

“Arrrghhhhhhhh …. wait …. we can talk ….... what do you want from me …please don’t that hurts !”

The red head smiled, finally the begging has begun, she thought.

The red head looked on mercilessly as she slowly turned the hair drier from side to side crossing back and forth over the spandex covered breasts.

“Please …. tell me what you want …..what can I do to make this stop ?….” the blonde pleaded.

The red head nearly broke her silence and had to contain herself from speaking. She frowned at her momentary lapse and stared down at the breasts that heaved in front of her. She let the drier linger in one spot, then the next, she could see sweat forming , darkening the spandex in places.

The blonde winced as she tried to move away from the heat tormenting her which made the red head grip her victim more tightly. Side to side the hair drier passed over the superheroines breasts, already sore from sunburn, the blonde snarled.


The red head then noticed that the material was suffering under the heat and began to shrivel and cling to the blonde . The red head turned off the hair drier and rose to her feet, she had another game to play and wanted that suit still left intact.

The blonde was on her side again and began to roll onto her front, her knees drawn up to her chest so she could rise once more, she didn’t want to show she was beaten. The red head returned and dropped onto her knees in front of the blonde and grasped the neck line of the one piece and pulling it away from the blondes flesh, the other hand plunged inside releasing its cargo.

The blonde tried to tear herself away to no avail and a second handful of terror was dropped onto her cleavage.

“Owwww ….... stop …...you're...you're …..oh my god ….” the blonde protested as the red head continued to load up nettle leaves inside her costume. Each one leaving the skin it touched with raised nettle rashes.

“What .. what did I do …?...... what did I do to you …?..” sobbed the blonde her resistance ebbing away, her lower lip trembling as she finally fell to tears.

The red head continued stuffing the blue costume with nettles, forcing them lower and lower inside. It was then that she lifted the blondes skirt that she discovered a new truth, a new secret, the blondes crotch was a soaking, sticky mess. The red head rubbed her finger over the blondes slit through the spandex, a fine film of super cum dragged away on her finger.

She was getting off on this in some way thought the red head. “I’m going to break her”, she decided and roughly set the blonde back down to the floor. She writhed in pain, the nettles trapped inside her suit stung her cruelly. The red head realised that her toys, were all instruments of pain and she suddenly realised that she was going to forcibly make the blonde climax against her will. The red head glanced upwards, visualising her own room and the vibrator in the draw.

BANG …. the steel door slammed shut as the red head made her way upstairs, the sudden noise causing the normally resilient blonde to flinch in a moment of fear.

Soon the red head returned, a clitoral vibrator in hand. She crouched next to the exhausted blonde and placed one boot on the blondes chest, the toe and heel spanning across both breasts. The knee of her other leg she forced between the blondes thighs, keeping them apart.

The red head turned on the vibe and put it to the blondes clit, the sticky shiny spandex which was clinging to her pussy made it easy for the red head to find the right spot. The blonde wailed and her face clenched up, as did her stomach muscles.

“Ffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu ….........” the blonde screamed ….

“That’s right whore … take it” …the red head said to herself triumphantly.

The blonde began to squirt juices inside her suit and her crotch flooded as she orgasmed incredibly easily.

“again ?! ..” moaned the blonde . The red head was confused, what did she mean “again”? Was that the second time? When was the first ?

The red head withdrew the vibrator and moved away from her captive. This is enough for one day, the red head thought and returned to her toy bag. Time for you to sleep ! The red head picked up a syringe and returned to the blonde who was panting in exhaustion.

“oh my god, oh my god …..” moaned the blonde slowly to herself, barely noticing as the syringe dosed her with the sedative.

“drugged me ? But ..I want …. make me …. ….” begged the blonde as she slowly drifted away.

Wait ….. no …. the red head grasped the blondes face …. make you what ? The red head cursed as the blonde fell into her deep sleep. Dammit ! The red heads mind raced, make you what … make you what ….. she wanted to know. If it was on the blondes mind she wanted to know, and now that secret was falling into the sleepy abyss.

DAMMIT !!!


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CHAPTER VII
SECRETS

The red head hunched over her keyboard. She hadn’t slept at all, her mind a whirl after dominating the blonde on the mat. She had physically beaten her, tortured her with the hair drier and had wanted to do so much more when the whole orgasm moment had thrown her off course. She hadn’t predicted that her victim would have responded in such a sexual way. She had been wanting to deliver pain, humiliation, to crush the young woman’s spirit. Instead she discovered she was responding sexually to her treatment. The red head had wanted to know more yet had accidentally prevented the weakened woman from revealing something. The red head replayed a recording of the little foray from the day before and couldn’t figure out what the blonde was going to tell her.


The blonde had been redressed, she was back in latex, her costume had been discarded on the floor disrespectfully and now she slept in a truly blissful sleep, one the best sleeps she had managed in a long time. Neither of them knew how ironic it was that each had inflicted on each other a different night.

DAMMIT ! I’m going to make her tell me ! The red head composed her new message ready to wake the bitch up.

“Message of the day ..”

The blonde slowly began to wake, the sound of her breathing echoed through her breathing tube the close warm latex hugged her skin. It was starting to become a familiar sensation, the plugs were back into her body, she knew that soon she would be experiencing some new humiliation, but for some reason this time she wasn’t afraid. Yesterday she had experienced something totally new, and she wanted to experience it again, it was heavenly. The other thing she learned yesterday was she was totally confident that her captor, or at least one of them, was a female. Sometimes she felt the long hair brush her body, they way she moved. The blonde steeled herself for what was to come next.

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The blondes mind raced. She wants to know ! The blonde thought her last words were contained only in her head but she had said it out loud. The blonde was confused, what should she do? She so wanted to experience the same thing again, but to do that she might have to ask for it, whatever it was, and it was the very thing the captor wanted to know. If the captor wanted to know it might be bad to let her find out what it was !

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The blondes shock turned to bliss as the icy water relieved some of the pain in her breasts, and the icy water that reached inside her caused her to shudder for a moment, her muscles clenched involuntarily with the cold.

The red head raised a smile, it gave a lot of pleasure to see the blonde suffer like that and she delighted as she watched the girl shake with cold, a contrast to the days of tanning lamps and heaters.

The red head looked on intently but there didn’t seem to be any sign the blonde wanted to confess and so she was resigned to enjoying the girl begin breakfast. The red head had loaded the food flasks in the backpack with baby food and smiled as the read outs indicated that the enemas had again rendered the blonde internally clean.

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The red head watched on as the animation on her back pack read out showed the contents of the feed bottle begin to discharge away, the flow directed into the defenceless blondes buttplug, the warm mush slowly filling her insides.

The blonde wiggled with slight discomfort as she felt her self swell, she knew she would have to bear this discomfort for a few minutes more before having the same stuff forced into her pussy which had already begun to involuntarily drip.

The red head smiled, there was worse than this still to come but that was for another time and she impatiently waited for the meal to get forced into the blondes body. She watched on, intrigued, what must it feel like, how was the blonde coping with it.

The little animation stopped and the red head picked up her headphones and listened in on the blondes breathing, waiting, waiting, and there it began, the rapid breathing picked up as the computer animation changed, the little animated pump switching direction, the flow of mushy food slowly being drawn out of the blondes ass and forced into her pussy. The sound of each stressed breath gave the red head pleasure, the blonde could merely moan, as she felt the pressure shift in her body.

“That’s right little one, just let it happen, I own your ass now”, the captor thought and slowly her hand drifted to her crotch and began to play as the meal progressed onwards. The red head glanced at the timer as the countdown reached zero and the food began its last leg of the journey. The pump animation on the computer screen and the animated valves danced into life, the food began to travel up the fine tubes towards the snorkel, inching forward with each little whir of the motors in the backpack.

The blondes eyes told everything, it wasn’t pleasant having to taste herself with every meal and today this was going to happen three times. The blonde could only slowly gulp the enforced meal as it arrived in her mouth and her eyes burned at the edge of tears. The red head was impressed that she had managed up until without sobbing her heart out, even without her powers she was still strong on the inside.

The red head flinched at this moment of sudden respect just as the laxative water begun to be administered. The red head made a note of the time and wondered how quickly the blonde would start to expel the meal that had just been force fed to her.

The red head rose from her chair and retired to her chamber, she would check in on the blonde later, for now she wanted to think about their encounter from the day before and what she could do to figure out what the blonde was hiding.


Meanwhile, the blonde groaned , she was resigned to having her meal run straight through her body once again. This was humiliation, knowing that the cameras saw everything, and her captor was selling it all to raise money for god knows what. She felt the first bout of spasms happen and the backpack reported the usual …. “expulsion detected ...pumping to waste bottle”. Every time that happened she knew that everyone watching had known she had soiled herself again.

The blonde was exhausted and tried to relax her body again, perhaps she could just let everything happen with no effort. She closed her eyes and just tried to let her body find a rhythm, a comfort zone. She just wished she could get that same feeling she had yesterday, it seemed almost addictive, what was it !

The red head was lying on her side, one hand buried in her crotch as she slept. She moaned as the bad dream carried her along in its own story. She was typing away at a keyboard .. “must save Kyle, must save Kyle, must save Kyle” , she murmured. “No ….. wait ….. I’m trying to save Kyle” ….. her arms, swiped weakly at the keyboard that vanished and then she was gripped tightly , her breathing almost stopped. The blonde looked down on her and smiled warmly. The red head looked up ….“No don’t, I promise Ill be good … please …..please …...... nooooo!”


The red head woke with sudden jolt, she was sweating, she had been crying in her sleep too. She sat up and glanced at the time, the blonde should be part way through her evening meal by now.

The red head returned to the control room and put the headphones on as she took her seat. The red head frowned, the blonde was humming a tune between slurps. The red head wondered if this was a sign, the blonde wanted to tell her what she was going to say yesterday. Her heart raced, what little secret might she learn, what weakness.

She quickly set about typing a quick message to be played to her captive.

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The blonde listened to the message. She knew she had been humming a tune for a while now and only now had the message come, were they not paying attention the whole time ? Perhaps there was only one person ? She wasn’t sure, but now there was a potential avenue to communicate with her host. She thought about the pros and cons again, about wanting that strange exhilarating sensation from the previous day, she wanted it badly , but she knew the red head wanted to know what she wanted too. That could be good, or bad, but she knew that for now she had a tiny bit of leverage over her captors.

The laxative water was running into her mouth but the blonde managed to get the opening bars of the star spangled banner hummed in between slurps when the next message arrived.

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The blonde continued to slurp the force fed liquid while the computer voice repeatedly reported “expulsion detected” to her shame. The blonde already felt empty and her muscles were exhausted and now she was going to have her ability to breathe controlled once again.

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The blonde gasped, her initial breath out was literally sucked from her lungs and she quickly resisted with her lungs and preserved what air she could. She quickly comprehended that a negative resistance would wrench the air from her if she wasn’t careful. Worse, just as she was nearly out of air and the resistance flipped to a positive number it was an effort to push the air out her snorkel to draw a new breath in. This new game needed focus, she had to do it for an hour, and potentially she might cause her captor to play this game all day tomorrow if they weren’t happy with her.

The red head rose from her keyboard excited about tomorrow, she was going to finally break the blonde bitch with whatever little secret she was going to confess. She would wait for the blonde to end her little breath play game and sedate her to set up a keyboard and monitor to communicate in real time.

END CHAPTER 07

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AEM

[tmon]

Very interesting!!

[DrDominator9]

This is turning into an interesting psychological battle. While the audio files are an interesting effect, they do tend to affect the story pacing significantly. I have taken the liberty of reading through it all at first and then going back and listening to the downloads where they're indicated. Whoever this person is (and I have my suspicions but won't put any spoilers out there) she sure is angry at Supergirl. I'm intrigued and look forward to the next chapters.