Part One: The Gruesome Gripping Gum Garment
The Confectioner had been forced to relocate, somewhat hurriedly, after his last encounter with Ampere. His breakneck flight took the villain back to the sweet shop, where Allyson had originally been caught. Fortunately the villain had been able to collect all three of his remaining captives before the authorities arrived. So, although the main prize, Ampere herself, had eluded him, he could at least salvage something from the debacle. He knew that the heroine would be searching for him and the missing girls; in fact, to a certain extent he was counting on it.
He had big plans for her, plans that had become even more of an obsession after she escaped from his last trap. The injury and pain had long since disappeared. But he could still remember his failure, and was determined that the wilful woman would be his, no matter what the cost. All his other plans had been forgotten. The girls, for example, due to be sold off to various foreign interests, remained in their holding chambers. The Confectioner was a supervillain possessed and all of his considerable skills and knowledge were bent to the sole purpose of capturing and breaking Ampere.
Before, the villain had planned to use the special gobstoppers on his three prisoners. Certainly, his buyers would prefer to acquire someone easily moulded to their own desires and needs. But his experience with Ampere had shaken the villain’s confidence. There was no way that she should have been able to resist the cocktail of powerful drugs, and yet, not only had she retained her memory, she had been able to move with more than enough speed and strength to incapacitate him and make her escape.
Unsure what flaw might exist in his memory-wiping candy, the Confectioner decided to stick with the tried and tested. As a result, Allyson, Emma and Natalie were completely covered in his special honey, and then placed in special foam-lined containers. They would remain there, while he decided what to do next. The villain reflected on what exquisite torture it must be for his captives, paralysed but aware, each girl stimulated to the point of breaking by the combination of honey, and his fiendish sugar canes.
He was startled out of this delicious reverie but an insistent buzzing. The perimeter alarm had been tripped, and the villain was quite sure that only one person could have tracked him here. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw each of his security cameras start to drop off line, one by one. It had to be Ampere, using her electrical powers to over-ride his surveillance systems. That was typical of the brash superheroine, announcing her arrival with no concept of stealth or subtlety.
* * *
Ampere had managed to track the supervillain back to the shop. The exotic ingredients he used to craft his malignant sweets left a paper trail leading right to his door. Once inside, it hadn’t taken long to discover first the back room, filled with bubbling pots and tanks, and then the hidden access to the villain’s laboratory.
Now an almost invisible field of energy surrounded the heroine, jamming all electrical activity within range. Ampere’s shielded goggles allowed her to see in total darkness, and she was moving at pace, desperate to reach the villain before he bolted, or worse, harmed one of his captives.
Of course, knowing at least some of his enemy’s capabilities, the Confectioner had not relied entirely on high-tech traps to protect his lair. Moving as fast as she was, the heroine couldn’t hope to notice the hair-thin wire strung across the corridor she was charging down. Even when her leg brushed against it, she remained unaware of its presence. It was only when the overhead sprinkler system sprung to life that she realised she was in trouble.
The deluge lasted mere seconds, but it effectively drenched Ampere to the skin. Her mind raced. The spray didn’t seem to be having any discernable effect, and that went against it being some sort of poison. It was a trap, obviously, but she couldn’t think what it was meant to achieve. Then, suddenly it came to her, and she almost laughed out loud. The villain had obviously assumed that water would somehow 'short-out' her electrical powers, and if he was relying on that to save him, he was going to be in for a very unpleasant surprise.
Moving slightly more slowly, and a lot more warily, Ampere continued down the corridor. Eventually she reached the point where it opened into a large chamber. The heroine rushed inside, both arms already crackling with energy. The Confectioner stood in the centre of the room, surrounded by vats of strange chemicals. He wore a shocked expression on his face, apparently stunned by her sudden appearance.
Striking a confident pose, hands on hips, the heroine regarded the Confectioner with disdain.
“Your little trap failed villain. This ends now!” She started confidently.
The Confectioner’s head was bowed; seemingly accepting defeat. But, when the villain eventually looked up at his nemesis, his miserable face very slowly broke into a malicious grin. Ampere was confused and not a little unnerved by the change. But she tried to regain the upper hand.
“Now, before I take you off to be arrested, tell me where those poor women are… If you’ve harmed them in any way…”
“Then, what!” Demanded the villain suddenly, interrupting her threat.
Ampere had already had quite enough. She let the charge build in her hands and prepared to unleash her heaviest blast directly into the sneering Confectioner. Much to her surprise, he didn’t seem in the least concerned as the crackling energy surrounding her limbs. She reasoned that he must be relying on the water-trap to protect him; either that or he was using the same 'earthing' trick he had tried previously. Whatever it was, the heroine was going to teach him a very painful lesson. She had more than a few tricks of her own.
What she didn’t realise, was that the water spray had activated several tiny sachets, which had been sew into her costume when the Confectioner last had her in his clutches. However, when she tried to raise her arms to aim at the villain, her predicament abruptly became much more obvious.
While she’d been standing, posing and posturing, her costume had been changed at the molecular level. It now had a consistency resembling that of thick, tacky chewing gum, and her bare hands had slowly sunk into its grip while she talked.
They were now tightly mired in place and, no matter how hard she pulled, Ampere simply couldn’t get them loose. Her struggles became more desperate as the villain approached. She let loose unaimed bolts of lightning. But the gum seemed to absorb most of the blast and, even those which hit the villain, had no discernible effect.
Then he was on top of her, pressing her arms against her sides, and leering in her face. The Confectioner was wearing a pair of shiny gloves and, with these he was able to touch the sticky gum, without fear of becoming stuck himself. Ampere tried to kick out, but found her feet were now firmly stuck to the floor. Energy arced around the pair, at least until the villain smoothed the gum completely over her hands. Once they had been covered in the substance, the heroine found that she was effectively insulated.
Stepping back for a moment, the villain admired his captive and his face split into a wide smile.
“So nice of you to drop in, Ampere, my dear. I’m so glad you decided to stick around!” He punned mercilessly.
“You’ll never get away with thmmppppfffffff!” The heroine began, before being silenced when the villain smeared more gum over her lips.
“You know, Ampere dear? It’s so much more exciting when you take some time to quietly contemplate what’s happening to you.”
Ampere’s eyes were angry over her impromptu gag, and her muffled moans were not in the least ladylike, but the villain didn’t seem to notice. He had already moved to one of his vats and was carefully scooping something out. All the while his eyes remaining locked with the heroine’s. Shielding whatever he had picked up from her view, the villain wandered back nonchalantly.
“I’ve got something for you. A brand new sweet treat that I’m sure you will enjoy. Later we’ll have a proper chat, but for now I think you need to relax and rest after your stressful day.”
With that he brandished a large glass syringe filled with a deep green fluid. Ampere tried to pull away, her eyes now wide with fear, but the Confectioner had a firm grip on the back of her neck, and there really was no contest. Slowly, inexorably, he brought the needle towards her neck. Then, quite suddenly he jabbed and, with a sharp scratch, the fine point pierced her soft flesh.
Ampere yelled into the gag, more from shock than actual pain. The Confectioner slowly depressed the plunger, forcing the entire syringe-full of liquid into the helpless heroine’s vein. She was whimpering now. The fear of what was happening, almost too much to bear. Then, without warning, the fear began to dissipate. All too soon it evaporated completely, leaving her with a surreal sense of calm.
* * *
The villain leaned close, and whispered into the heroine’s ear, explaining what he had done. The Confectioner loved an appreciative audience; it was part of what drove him. And yet, so many of his captives just couldn’t understand the subtle intricacies of his plans. But this was not the case with Ampere, and he relished the despair she would feel when she knew what he intended.
“I’ve just given you a heroine-sized dose of my Dream Syrup. Eventually I’ll be able to make it in sweet form, but for now I’m afraid it has to be injected. Quite crude, but I’m sure you won’t say a word of complaint, will you?” The villain laughed at his own joke.
* * *
Ampere knew the poison was already working on her, but it was very hard to work out exactly what it was doing. Certainly all her concerns seemed suddenly less compelling. She knew she was in trouble, but had a hard time getting excited about that prospect. The villain was still talking, although she couldn’t really remember what he had been saying. Something about dream syrup she knew, but there had been other things after that. It just seemed so difficult to focus properly.
“At such a high dose, the poison will put you to sleep for a little while, my dear. But it will stay in your body for some time to come, and of course I can top up your supply whenever it seems to be running low. You’ll be delighted with its long term effects I’m sure.
“You see, darling Ampere, from now on, every time you are sexually aroused you will become more and more sleepy, weak and helpless. When you finally climax, you will slip back into a lovely slumber, and each climax will erode a little more of your ability to resist,” whispered the villain, ignoring the glazed look that had appeared on Ampere’s face.
It seemed so warm in the chamber. Maybe it was the sticky gum cocooning her, or maybe something else, but the heat was almost overpowering. Ampere had to admit, it wasn’t an entirely unpleasant sensation. The heat was soothing rather than burning. It seemed to be working on her muscles, almost melting them, leaving them utterly flaccid.
It really was almost too much effort to even attempt to move. Very slowly, as if lulled by the villain’s soft whispers, Ampere’s eyes rolled back, showing only the whites. The Confectioner caught her deftly as she fell, boneless, to the floor.
* * *
She would need to be prepared while she slept. After that the fun could really begin. Breaking her would not be easy, of that he had no doubt. But this time he was going to make very sure the heroine had no hope of escape.
To be continued
Ampere's Sleepy Adventures
Re: Ampere's Sleepy Adventures
Part Two: The Drowsy Damsel Dunking Dilemma
The Confectioner had been busy while Ampere slept. First he used a special solvent to remove the majority of the heroine’s costume. Once again he allowed her the familiarity of the high-tech goggles and he left the sticky gum coating her hands. In her unconscious and pliable state, it was easy for the villain to ball her hands into tight fists. Then, a special catalyst could return the material back into its original form - skin tight and resilient.
This produced two very useful effects for the villain. Firstly, with her fingers trapped in tiny, fingerless gloves, the heroine couldn’t use them to help her escape. Secondly, by insulating her hands, he made sure she was unable to effectively use her electrical attack. The rest of her costume he simply discarded. She certainly wouldn’t be needing it any more and, having been trapped in it already, it seemed unlikely she could be coaxed into donning it again.
The next stage was moving Ampere to the specially prepared chamber where her new ordeal would begin. Lifting her limp body as though she weighed nothing, the villain carried her the short distance. This particular room contained no electronic devices at all. Everything was mechanical and, although they were perhaps slightly less effective than more modern systems, the Confectioner had to be sure there was nothing that could be influenced by the heroine’s power.
Once inside, he draped her naked body over a raised platform in the centre of the chamber. Quickly he locked a single large manacle around her wrists. It was made entirely from plastic and attached to a thin ribbon of cord that disappeared into the ceiling. A similar manacle went around the young woman’s ankles, locking them inescapably together. Happy that his prisoner was now sufficiently secured, the villain left the room. He closed the heavy door behind him, and then span the large wheel in its centre, locking it shut.
The villain’s only real regret was that he couldn’t risk placing any cameras inside the room. Otherwise he would have been able to record the heroine’s fate for posterity. But he had to remind himself that this was a very dangerous woman. She had escaped one of his most fiendish traps before, and he could not allow that to happen again. No, he would have to content himself with watching proceedings through the heavy glass window set in the door.
Soon enough he would have the opportunity to get a lot more ‘hands on’ with his captive, he just needed to be patient.
* * *
Ampere woke, her consciousness again swimming its way sluggishly back up to wakefulness. It was an enormous effort. All she wanted to do was lie back and sleep. But, somewhere deep down, she knew that if she did so she would just be giving in and, if she gave in, then she was lost. So, with an enormous effort, the heroine forced herself to recover, and began to take in her new surroundings.
She wasn’t surprised to discover her costume had been stripped from her again. Given its role in her capture, she found that her embarrassment was tempered by relief at finally being free from its remorseless grip.
As before, her immediate reaction was to check her goggles. She instinctively needed to make sure her identity was still hidden. Ampere was relieved to find them still in place. But she was equally concerned by the tight gloves that bunched her hands into almost useless fists, and the clear plastic shackle that secured her arms. Tugging on the dangling cord she found that, although there was a little give in the tether, she still couldn’t bring her wrists below her collarbones before the cord pulled tight.
Almost as if it was responding to her struggles, machinery concealed within the chamber abruptly whirred into life. Ampere suddenly found herself being dragged upright as the cord was winched into the ceiling. Then, just as she thought it had finished, the cord was dragged another foot upwards, and she was lifted bodily off her feet. The young heroine’s shoulders strained. But, although it was uncomfortable, she was able to bear it, at least in the short term.
Ampere dangled for several minutes, her body swinging slowly back and forth. This gave her a good opportunity to notice the shackle securing her ankles and, to stretch out with her powers, looking for anything electrical to subvert. She couldn’t sense anything near enough to influence, although there were systems lurking in the distance, just out of reach. When she tried using her lightning to sever the cord, she discovered her new gloves merely absorbed the energy she attempted to launch.
The heroine was still desperately trying to come up with a new plan, when she was swung suddenly to the right. The movement stopped almost as soon as it began and then Ampere heard a grinding sound beneath her. She looked down and saw a large circular hatch opening like an iris. Steam rose from the hole and, a rich, sweet smell assailed her nostrils. Then, the cord began to lengthen, rapidly dropping her towards the bubbling liquid below.
The scent of the steam was enough to make the young heroine’s head spin. Although she didn’t realise, this was the raw material used to make the Confectioner’s nefarious candy canes. Ampere tried to hold her breath. But, as she dropped closer to the opening, she realised she was about to be dunked directly into the thick sugary syrup. Throwing her body this way and that, she tried to get herself swinging again. If she could only land her feet to one side of the hole, then perhaps she could avoid this sticky fate.
It seemed to be working, slowly, oh so very slowly, Ampere began to swing in steadily lengthening arcs. All thoughts of holding her breath were forgotten as she concentrated on keeping the momentum going. The opening loomed beneath her and then, with a superhuman effort, just at the moment she dropped that final foot, she kicked for one last swing. Ampere’s feet landed just to the right of the hole, and, by pulling quickly on her wrists, she was able to drag herself away from the treacherous opening.
Relieved, but unusually exhausted from so simple a task, Ampere let herself lie back on the tiled floor. Her head was still spinning as she tried to catch her breath. The cord had stopped lengthening and the heroine didn’t even seem able to summon the energy to get back to her feet. The heavy steam swirled around her, and it seemed to spark something in the young woman. She could feel her nipples hardening under its silken caress. There was excitement there, perhaps because of her narrow escape, but it also stirred something far more primal.
Slowly the steam worked its evil magic on Ampere, stimulating her body and mind. Of course, as she began to succumb, the Dream Syrup had its effect as well. Most of this was lost on poor Ampere. All she knew was that it felt very good to just lie back and rest. And, as time went by, it seemed to be getting harder and harder to do anything else at all.
By the time the machinery began to reel the cord back in again, the heroine just let herself be drawn up, hanging limply in her bonds. This time, when she was lowered, the thought of swinging free never occurred to her. And, even if it had, it was unlikely, weak as she was, that she’d have been able to act upon it.
If the steam had been subtle in its effects and, gentle as it slowly massaged her libido, being plunged into the raw, hot syrup was anything but. Ampere rocketed from being pleasantly aroused, to being more horny than she could possibly imagine. By the time she had been submerged to her chin, the heroine had almost lost the capacity for rational thought. If she hadn’t felt so weak and powerless, she would have been trashing around in pure, unadulterated need. But, drugged as she was, her body could hardly quiver.
The first orgasm came as she was being raised out of the vat. A great wave of feeling that drove her down into a black pit as it stole her senses. The pleasure started somewhere deep in her belly, rolling outwards, through her frail body in ever building pulses. Despite her torpor, she still convulsed and shook in her bonds. Then she finally subsided, her flushed face slumped onto her chest, while she continued to take deep, ragged breaths, even in sleep.
* * *
While she dozed, the machinery continued its evil work. It raised the helpless heroine out of the vat, and waited while the rivulets of syrup slowly dripped from her naked body. Then she was swung slowly to the left, and another hatch opened beneath her. This time she was simply dunked into the vat. Her unresisting body fitted neatly through the narrow opening. When she was raised again, several moments later, Ampere’s entire body glistened from the neck down, with a rich ebony glaze.
The dark chocolate shell hardened rapidly in the cool air, sealing the heroine in a tough casing. Beneath this coat, the sugar syrup continued to arouse and stimulate the young woman. Once the chocolate had solidified, Ampere was swung back to the centre of the room and gently lowered to the floor. It was later still when the heavy door was opened once again, and the Confectioner walked back in. He regarded his prize, smiling as she continued to struggle weakly, trying to wake.
He unclipped the cord from her wrists and lifted his prisoner into his arms. For a moment he paused to admire how the chocolate had moulded itself to every curve of her body. Her flushed features showed her continued arousal and, although her eyes had begun to blink open, she didn’t seem to register anything around her. The Confectioner carried her into another specially prepared chamber, and carefully laid her on a large plastic sheet, spread out on the floor. Sitting himself down beside her, he watched as realisation began to dawn on the poor heroine’s face and the next cycle began.
To be continued
The Confectioner had been busy while Ampere slept. First he used a special solvent to remove the majority of the heroine’s costume. Once again he allowed her the familiarity of the high-tech goggles and he left the sticky gum coating her hands. In her unconscious and pliable state, it was easy for the villain to ball her hands into tight fists. Then, a special catalyst could return the material back into its original form - skin tight and resilient.
This produced two very useful effects for the villain. Firstly, with her fingers trapped in tiny, fingerless gloves, the heroine couldn’t use them to help her escape. Secondly, by insulating her hands, he made sure she was unable to effectively use her electrical attack. The rest of her costume he simply discarded. She certainly wouldn’t be needing it any more and, having been trapped in it already, it seemed unlikely she could be coaxed into donning it again.
The next stage was moving Ampere to the specially prepared chamber where her new ordeal would begin. Lifting her limp body as though she weighed nothing, the villain carried her the short distance. This particular room contained no electronic devices at all. Everything was mechanical and, although they were perhaps slightly less effective than more modern systems, the Confectioner had to be sure there was nothing that could be influenced by the heroine’s power.
Once inside, he draped her naked body over a raised platform in the centre of the chamber. Quickly he locked a single large manacle around her wrists. It was made entirely from plastic and attached to a thin ribbon of cord that disappeared into the ceiling. A similar manacle went around the young woman’s ankles, locking them inescapably together. Happy that his prisoner was now sufficiently secured, the villain left the room. He closed the heavy door behind him, and then span the large wheel in its centre, locking it shut.
The villain’s only real regret was that he couldn’t risk placing any cameras inside the room. Otherwise he would have been able to record the heroine’s fate for posterity. But he had to remind himself that this was a very dangerous woman. She had escaped one of his most fiendish traps before, and he could not allow that to happen again. No, he would have to content himself with watching proceedings through the heavy glass window set in the door.
Soon enough he would have the opportunity to get a lot more ‘hands on’ with his captive, he just needed to be patient.
* * *
Ampere woke, her consciousness again swimming its way sluggishly back up to wakefulness. It was an enormous effort. All she wanted to do was lie back and sleep. But, somewhere deep down, she knew that if she did so she would just be giving in and, if she gave in, then she was lost. So, with an enormous effort, the heroine forced herself to recover, and began to take in her new surroundings.
She wasn’t surprised to discover her costume had been stripped from her again. Given its role in her capture, she found that her embarrassment was tempered by relief at finally being free from its remorseless grip.
As before, her immediate reaction was to check her goggles. She instinctively needed to make sure her identity was still hidden. Ampere was relieved to find them still in place. But she was equally concerned by the tight gloves that bunched her hands into almost useless fists, and the clear plastic shackle that secured her arms. Tugging on the dangling cord she found that, although there was a little give in the tether, she still couldn’t bring her wrists below her collarbones before the cord pulled tight.
Almost as if it was responding to her struggles, machinery concealed within the chamber abruptly whirred into life. Ampere suddenly found herself being dragged upright as the cord was winched into the ceiling. Then, just as she thought it had finished, the cord was dragged another foot upwards, and she was lifted bodily off her feet. The young heroine’s shoulders strained. But, although it was uncomfortable, she was able to bear it, at least in the short term.
Ampere dangled for several minutes, her body swinging slowly back and forth. This gave her a good opportunity to notice the shackle securing her ankles and, to stretch out with her powers, looking for anything electrical to subvert. She couldn’t sense anything near enough to influence, although there were systems lurking in the distance, just out of reach. When she tried using her lightning to sever the cord, she discovered her new gloves merely absorbed the energy she attempted to launch.
The heroine was still desperately trying to come up with a new plan, when she was swung suddenly to the right. The movement stopped almost as soon as it began and then Ampere heard a grinding sound beneath her. She looked down and saw a large circular hatch opening like an iris. Steam rose from the hole and, a rich, sweet smell assailed her nostrils. Then, the cord began to lengthen, rapidly dropping her towards the bubbling liquid below.
The scent of the steam was enough to make the young heroine’s head spin. Although she didn’t realise, this was the raw material used to make the Confectioner’s nefarious candy canes. Ampere tried to hold her breath. But, as she dropped closer to the opening, she realised she was about to be dunked directly into the thick sugary syrup. Throwing her body this way and that, she tried to get herself swinging again. If she could only land her feet to one side of the hole, then perhaps she could avoid this sticky fate.
It seemed to be working, slowly, oh so very slowly, Ampere began to swing in steadily lengthening arcs. All thoughts of holding her breath were forgotten as she concentrated on keeping the momentum going. The opening loomed beneath her and then, with a superhuman effort, just at the moment she dropped that final foot, she kicked for one last swing. Ampere’s feet landed just to the right of the hole, and, by pulling quickly on her wrists, she was able to drag herself away from the treacherous opening.
Relieved, but unusually exhausted from so simple a task, Ampere let herself lie back on the tiled floor. Her head was still spinning as she tried to catch her breath. The cord had stopped lengthening and the heroine didn’t even seem able to summon the energy to get back to her feet. The heavy steam swirled around her, and it seemed to spark something in the young woman. She could feel her nipples hardening under its silken caress. There was excitement there, perhaps because of her narrow escape, but it also stirred something far more primal.
Slowly the steam worked its evil magic on Ampere, stimulating her body and mind. Of course, as she began to succumb, the Dream Syrup had its effect as well. Most of this was lost on poor Ampere. All she knew was that it felt very good to just lie back and rest. And, as time went by, it seemed to be getting harder and harder to do anything else at all.
By the time the machinery began to reel the cord back in again, the heroine just let herself be drawn up, hanging limply in her bonds. This time, when she was lowered, the thought of swinging free never occurred to her. And, even if it had, it was unlikely, weak as she was, that she’d have been able to act upon it.
If the steam had been subtle in its effects and, gentle as it slowly massaged her libido, being plunged into the raw, hot syrup was anything but. Ampere rocketed from being pleasantly aroused, to being more horny than she could possibly imagine. By the time she had been submerged to her chin, the heroine had almost lost the capacity for rational thought. If she hadn’t felt so weak and powerless, she would have been trashing around in pure, unadulterated need. But, drugged as she was, her body could hardly quiver.
The first orgasm came as she was being raised out of the vat. A great wave of feeling that drove her down into a black pit as it stole her senses. The pleasure started somewhere deep in her belly, rolling outwards, through her frail body in ever building pulses. Despite her torpor, she still convulsed and shook in her bonds. Then she finally subsided, her flushed face slumped onto her chest, while she continued to take deep, ragged breaths, even in sleep.
* * *
While she dozed, the machinery continued its evil work. It raised the helpless heroine out of the vat, and waited while the rivulets of syrup slowly dripped from her naked body. Then she was swung slowly to the left, and another hatch opened beneath her. This time she was simply dunked into the vat. Her unresisting body fitted neatly through the narrow opening. When she was raised again, several moments later, Ampere’s entire body glistened from the neck down, with a rich ebony glaze.
The dark chocolate shell hardened rapidly in the cool air, sealing the heroine in a tough casing. Beneath this coat, the sugar syrup continued to arouse and stimulate the young woman. Once the chocolate had solidified, Ampere was swung back to the centre of the room and gently lowered to the floor. It was later still when the heavy door was opened once again, and the Confectioner walked back in. He regarded his prize, smiling as she continued to struggle weakly, trying to wake.
He unclipped the cord from her wrists and lifted his prisoner into his arms. For a moment he paused to admire how the chocolate had moulded itself to every curve of her body. Her flushed features showed her continued arousal and, although her eyes had begun to blink open, she didn’t seem to register anything around her. The Confectioner carried her into another specially prepared chamber, and carefully laid her on a large plastic sheet, spread out on the floor. Sitting himself down beside her, he watched as realisation began to dawn on the poor heroine’s face and the next cycle began.
To be continued
Re: Ampere's Sleepy Adventures
Part Three: The Chocolate Covered Cutie Conundrum
Ampere forced her eyes to open. Initially she was only aware of the great heat that suffused her body. Her bleary eyes took several seconds to bring the leering face of the Confectioner into focus. He seemed to be watching her, as if expecting some sort of reaction. But the heroine struggled to ignore the evil villain while she orientated herself again.
Beyond the all-encompassing warmth, the first thing that drew Ampere’s attention was the slender plastic shackle still holding her wrists together. Looking down, the heroine was startled to see her dark chocolate cocoon. She tried to kick her legs, to somehow break loose. But, she realised almost immediately that she was well and truly stuck. She realised the Confectioner was talking to her at precisely the same moment her growing ardour impinged on her awareness.
“Hello again, sweet Ampere. I trust you had a nice rest,” grinned the villain superciliously. Then, as he noticed her eyes widening and the flush rising up into her face, he continued. “Ah, I see that my sugar crust is helping you relax even more!”
Ampere’s retort died on her lips as a wave of pleasure flowed gently through her. It began in her toes, starting as a soft tingling, which slowly grew in intensity, before seeping up her legs and into her belly. The heroine bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan of desire. The villain simply laughed at her discomfort, knowing there was nothing the young woman could do to stop the powerful climax she was building towards.
The pleasure crested Ampere’s chest, tingling delightfully across her nipples as it climbed into her neck. Then, its intensity still increasing, the wave rolled into her face and seemed to explode through the top of her head. With the pleasure came another wave of lethargy, a heaviness that pressed down on her, seeming to force her into the floor itself. The heroine felt so weak now, but she knew she had to try to resist the sensation, to stay awake so she could fight.
But then, a second wave of tingling excitement rolled more quickly up from her toes, followed almost immediately by a third. It was just too much for Ampere. She gasped out her breath, moaning as her arousal grew explosively. She couldn’t move, in fact she could hardly think. All she wanted was the release her orgasm would grant her. At that moment, she would have agreed to almost anything, just to have it. Then, without warning, she reached her peak and, once more, felt her mind being driven down into darkness as she climaxed, screaming her pleasure.
* * *
The Confectioner was awed by his captive’s display, and not a little aroused by her apparent helplessness in the face of his new formula. Not for the first time, the villain wondered exactly how she had managed to resist his gob-stopper. However, it seemed clear that this particular approach was going to be effective, and he wondered how many more climaxes it would take before she would be ready to move onto the next phase.
The villain knew that although it would be 'entertaining' to watch Ampere succumb again and again, he really needed to work on some of his other experiments and concoctions. Therefore, reluctantly, he left his captive, walking somewhat stiffly back to his laboratory. He knew that, each time she woke, the sugar coating her body would drive her to another orgasm and subsequently back down into helpless slumber. Pausing at the door of the chamber, he blew her a kiss and then walked out, locking her safely inside.
* * *
Ampere groaned. Waking this time was even more of a battle, but her desire not to be beaten was strong. She just hoped that it would be strong enough to get her out of this predicament. The heroine fought against the intense tingling, that was even now beginning to roll up her body, and forced herself to concentrate.
She looked around, trying to see what assets she could draw upon. The list was very short, and she almost gave into despair, letting the pleasure take her consciousness away once more. But the thought of letting the villain win was so abhorrent to her and she was determined to fight to the bitter end.
The heroine knew she was trapped in a room without electrical devices. Her body was sealed in tough chocolate and, every time the insidious sugar brought her to climax, she was getting weaker. However, although they were shackled, her arms were free of the chocolate shell and, perhaps more importantly, she still had her goggles.
Ampere cried out quiet suddenly, as the relentless stimulation became even more powerful and the terrible, sleepy sensation threatening to overwhelm her once more.
Knowing that she had to do something right now, the heroine reached out with her powers. She was easily able to isolate the battery for her goggles and, quickly began to siphon its energy into her body. Immediately she felt invigorated. The small charge was enough to re-energise the faltering woman and grant her a momentary reprieve.
The tingling sensation was more intense now. But, for the moment at least, she was able to concentrate on her task, and somehow shunt the sensations into the back of her mind. Despite that, it was still all that she could do not to groan aloud.
Focussing on the minute amount of energy she had at her disposal, Ampere strained, expanding her power as much as she had ever attempted. Within moments she was draining the static charge from the air around her.
Only once she was certain she had as much as she could gather, did the heroine poured her power out, through the lenses of her goggles. The electricity was transformed into an almost coherent beam of pure energy. It lasted for only a fraction of a second, but that was enough.
The beam cut through the narrow plastic shackle, and then played for a moment over her imprisoned body. A small puff of smoke rose from her ankles, as she focussed upon, and neatly bisected the other shackle. Then, just as the beam began to die, she locked her gaze on the heavy metal door, which sealed the chamber.
The beam flickered for a moment, and then died, Ampere let out a cry of anguish. The stress of pushing her powers still seared through her, fortunately driving away her desire, at least for the moment.
Sobbing in pain, the heroine gingerly flexed her legs, and was delighted to feel the chocolate coating give. She kicked forcefully, and the thick brown shell cracked, splintering into fragments as she gyrated. Relieved, Ampere slumped back to the floor. She was free of the bindings, but still trapped deep inside the Confectioner’s lair and coated with his evil sugar dip. Almost on cue, the wonderful tingling began again, this time even more insistently.
Desperately, Ampere used her gloved hands to try to sweep the splinters of chocolate and the thick sugar frost from her body. As soon as she touched herself she realised her mistake. Her skin was alive, more sensitive than she could ever have imagined, and her touch sent shivers of delight rippling over her body. She groaned, her body doubling over and, although the brave girl tried to clamp down on her feelings, it really was no use.
Ampere’s groans turned into a shrill cry that was almost a scream. Her body, now unconfined by the chocolate cocoon, convulsed and gyrated. She arched her back in desperate need, pumping her hips as wave after wave of sensation pounded her frail body.
She wasn’t really conscious in the true sense of the word. But a deeper darkness rose up to claim her and, after what seemed an eternity, she fell, panting, back onto the hard floor of her cell. The poor heroine’s last conscious thought before she finally gave into the blackness, was the fervent hope she would awaken before the villain returned.
To be continued
Ampere forced her eyes to open. Initially she was only aware of the great heat that suffused her body. Her bleary eyes took several seconds to bring the leering face of the Confectioner into focus. He seemed to be watching her, as if expecting some sort of reaction. But the heroine struggled to ignore the evil villain while she orientated herself again.
Beyond the all-encompassing warmth, the first thing that drew Ampere’s attention was the slender plastic shackle still holding her wrists together. Looking down, the heroine was startled to see her dark chocolate cocoon. She tried to kick her legs, to somehow break loose. But, she realised almost immediately that she was well and truly stuck. She realised the Confectioner was talking to her at precisely the same moment her growing ardour impinged on her awareness.
“Hello again, sweet Ampere. I trust you had a nice rest,” grinned the villain superciliously. Then, as he noticed her eyes widening and the flush rising up into her face, he continued. “Ah, I see that my sugar crust is helping you relax even more!”
Ampere’s retort died on her lips as a wave of pleasure flowed gently through her. It began in her toes, starting as a soft tingling, which slowly grew in intensity, before seeping up her legs and into her belly. The heroine bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan of desire. The villain simply laughed at her discomfort, knowing there was nothing the young woman could do to stop the powerful climax she was building towards.
The pleasure crested Ampere’s chest, tingling delightfully across her nipples as it climbed into her neck. Then, its intensity still increasing, the wave rolled into her face and seemed to explode through the top of her head. With the pleasure came another wave of lethargy, a heaviness that pressed down on her, seeming to force her into the floor itself. The heroine felt so weak now, but she knew she had to try to resist the sensation, to stay awake so she could fight.
But then, a second wave of tingling excitement rolled more quickly up from her toes, followed almost immediately by a third. It was just too much for Ampere. She gasped out her breath, moaning as her arousal grew explosively. She couldn’t move, in fact she could hardly think. All she wanted was the release her orgasm would grant her. At that moment, she would have agreed to almost anything, just to have it. Then, without warning, she reached her peak and, once more, felt her mind being driven down into darkness as she climaxed, screaming her pleasure.
* * *
The Confectioner was awed by his captive’s display, and not a little aroused by her apparent helplessness in the face of his new formula. Not for the first time, the villain wondered exactly how she had managed to resist his gob-stopper. However, it seemed clear that this particular approach was going to be effective, and he wondered how many more climaxes it would take before she would be ready to move onto the next phase.
The villain knew that although it would be 'entertaining' to watch Ampere succumb again and again, he really needed to work on some of his other experiments and concoctions. Therefore, reluctantly, he left his captive, walking somewhat stiffly back to his laboratory. He knew that, each time she woke, the sugar coating her body would drive her to another orgasm and subsequently back down into helpless slumber. Pausing at the door of the chamber, he blew her a kiss and then walked out, locking her safely inside.
* * *
Ampere groaned. Waking this time was even more of a battle, but her desire not to be beaten was strong. She just hoped that it would be strong enough to get her out of this predicament. The heroine fought against the intense tingling, that was even now beginning to roll up her body, and forced herself to concentrate.
She looked around, trying to see what assets she could draw upon. The list was very short, and she almost gave into despair, letting the pleasure take her consciousness away once more. But the thought of letting the villain win was so abhorrent to her and she was determined to fight to the bitter end.
The heroine knew she was trapped in a room without electrical devices. Her body was sealed in tough chocolate and, every time the insidious sugar brought her to climax, she was getting weaker. However, although they were shackled, her arms were free of the chocolate shell and, perhaps more importantly, she still had her goggles.
Ampere cried out quiet suddenly, as the relentless stimulation became even more powerful and the terrible, sleepy sensation threatening to overwhelm her once more.
Knowing that she had to do something right now, the heroine reached out with her powers. She was easily able to isolate the battery for her goggles and, quickly began to siphon its energy into her body. Immediately she felt invigorated. The small charge was enough to re-energise the faltering woman and grant her a momentary reprieve.
The tingling sensation was more intense now. But, for the moment at least, she was able to concentrate on her task, and somehow shunt the sensations into the back of her mind. Despite that, it was still all that she could do not to groan aloud.
Focussing on the minute amount of energy she had at her disposal, Ampere strained, expanding her power as much as she had ever attempted. Within moments she was draining the static charge from the air around her.
Only once she was certain she had as much as she could gather, did the heroine poured her power out, through the lenses of her goggles. The electricity was transformed into an almost coherent beam of pure energy. It lasted for only a fraction of a second, but that was enough.
The beam cut through the narrow plastic shackle, and then played for a moment over her imprisoned body. A small puff of smoke rose from her ankles, as she focussed upon, and neatly bisected the other shackle. Then, just as the beam began to die, she locked her gaze on the heavy metal door, which sealed the chamber.
The beam flickered for a moment, and then died, Ampere let out a cry of anguish. The stress of pushing her powers still seared through her, fortunately driving away her desire, at least for the moment.
Sobbing in pain, the heroine gingerly flexed her legs, and was delighted to feel the chocolate coating give. She kicked forcefully, and the thick brown shell cracked, splintering into fragments as she gyrated. Relieved, Ampere slumped back to the floor. She was free of the bindings, but still trapped deep inside the Confectioner’s lair and coated with his evil sugar dip. Almost on cue, the wonderful tingling began again, this time even more insistently.
Desperately, Ampere used her gloved hands to try to sweep the splinters of chocolate and the thick sugar frost from her body. As soon as she touched herself she realised her mistake. Her skin was alive, more sensitive than she could ever have imagined, and her touch sent shivers of delight rippling over her body. She groaned, her body doubling over and, although the brave girl tried to clamp down on her feelings, it really was no use.
Ampere’s groans turned into a shrill cry that was almost a scream. Her body, now unconfined by the chocolate cocoon, convulsed and gyrated. She arched her back in desperate need, pumping her hips as wave after wave of sensation pounded her frail body.
She wasn’t really conscious in the true sense of the word. But a deeper darkness rose up to claim her and, after what seemed an eternity, she fell, panting, back onto the hard floor of her cell. The poor heroine’s last conscious thought before she finally gave into the blackness, was the fervent hope she would awaken before the villain returned.
To be continued
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Part Four: The Pitiless Pit Predicament
The Confectioner finished his experiments and, after a brief stop over to check on his three other guests, all of whom were still helplessly mired in his paralysing honey coating, he returned to check on Ampere’s progress. He hoped she would be far enough into the sleepy, orgasm cycle, that he would be able to use another of his fiendish sweets on her.
Life was certainly good when you loved your work, and the thought of the proud heroine mindlessly serving his ever whim was more than enough to add a new spring to his step.
* * *
Meanwhile, Ampere had only just managed to force her eyes open again. Her head felt clouded and her body seemed weighed down. The stimulation had begun, almost before she came around this time and, all the heroine wanted to do, was lie back and let the next orgasm take her.
She was ready to surrender. Whatever her eventual fate might be, it would have to be better than this. Then, suddenly, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. In that instant Ampere acted, forcing herself up onto legs that felt as though they were made of rubber.
Some heroic instinct surfaced and, she knew if she was going to be beaten, then at least she would go down fighting. The futility of her defiance wasn’t lost on the poor heroine. She could barely stand and, yet here she was, about to fight against someone seemingly immune to her most powerful attacks. Then, the footsteps halted, and Ampere knew the Confectioner had reached the door.
* * *
The villain grasped the large metal handle, and tried to turn it. He was shocked when the centre of the door came away in his hands, leaving a perfectly circular hole, its edges scorched and melted. He was even more surprised to see a particularly wobbly-looking Ampere, standing free from her bonds and apparently waiting to do battle with him.
The surprise was only short lived. It was obvious to everyone that the heroine was in no condition to resist.
* * *
Ampere watched as the grinning villain carefully ducked down and stepped through the opening her eye beam had cut. She was trying to fight down the urge to simply collapse again. But, from the look on the villain’s face, he had already seen how weak she really was.
Suddenly, the heroine’s drug-dazed brain realised what the now open doorway meant, and she felt her spirits lift. Reaching out with her powers, as the villain casually walked towards her, Ampere began to seek out any unshielded power sources beyond the insulated chamber.
* * *
The Confectioner reached into his pocket, and drew out a long green strand of liquorice. He was taking his time, relishing the look of horror etched onto his captive’s face. Then abruptly, the look changed, from one of fear and trepidation, to a look of complete triumph. The villain took a moment to try to work out where this new conviction had come from. Then, very slowly, he swung around and gazed in sudden understanding at the open chamber door.
* * *
Energy suffused the young heroine, the villain’s lair was filled with power sources and, in that moment, she began channelling almost all of them. All her fatigue just vanished, replaced by a boundless energy. Lightning crackled over her naked body, melting the sugar in an instant, vaporising it and freeing her from its chemical caress. The villain’s Dream Syrup still coursed through her veins, but without some form of sexual stimulant she was freed from its drowsy grip.
* * *
The Confectioner turned back in horror, seeing his victim surrounded by a bright blue, electrical aura. But, despite this display he knew he was protected from her attacks, and was confident that his strength was more than equal to the challenge of defeating this infuriatingly resilient opponent. Looping his trick liquorice around one hand, the villain charged at Ampere, and attempted to grab hold of her.
* * *
Ampere fought down the euphoria. Having this much power at her disposal was certainly a “rush”, but she needed to stay focussed. She saw the villain tense, and was in motion just as he began his charge. Kicking off the ground, the heroine leapt nimbly over the Confectioner. She landed tucked and rolled quickly up onto her feet, using the momentum to propel her towards the door. The villain almost ran headlong into the wall and, by the time he regained his balance, the heroine had dived outside.
* * *
Roaring in anger the villain charged after her. He shouted at the base defences, demanding that they trap Ampere, but there was no response. He smashed his arm into a large vat, denting the side and causing a dark red mixture to splash onto the floor.
Oh, how he was going to make this heroine pay!
Almost incandescent with rage, he chased after her, closing rapidly, even as she continued her desperate zigzagging progress. Despite all her best efforts, the fleeing woman just couldn’t get away and, after several minutes of dodging, the villain finally managed to force her into a corner.
There was only one possible escape route and, to his glee, the Confectioner saw Ampere dive back into the chamber where he had first placed her.
She tried to slam the heavy door shut on him, but he easily caught the edge and forced it open again. Ampere backed away from him and, keeping one eye on the tricky woman, the villain sealed the door shut behind him. Of course, she was still obviously supercharged with the energy she had stolen, but at least now he had cut her off from any more power.
* * *
Ampere glared at the villain, eyes blazing angrily behind her goggles. He ignored her, taking his time and allowing his eyes roam freely over her naked form. Then, grinning in anticipation, the villain strode over to where she stood, and reached out to grasp her. The heroine knew that she couldn’t beat him in a fair fight, but then she had no intention of playing fair. As the Confectioner stepped towards her, she stamped down with her foot, smashing her heel into his ankle joint. He staggered, and the heroine jumped up, pushing against his back while bringing her knee up sharply into his face.
It was a heavy blow, but somehow the villain seemed to shrug off its effects. Ampere danced away, putting distance between them. Her gloved hands tried to twist the heavy metal wheel, but she found that she was unable to grip at all. A snarl of rage behind her made the heroine spin back to her assailant. The Confectioner flung his liquorice directly at her, and because the gloves prevented her from hurling lightning, the strand struck her cleanly across the chest. It coiled about her, pinning her arms against her torso, and the villain came rushing after.
Ampere’s eyes darted around the room. Then, unexpectedly, she focussed on one point. Every iota of energy she possessed was forced into that one beam. Her goggles once again produced the brilliant beam of almost solid light. It lasted less than a second, this time at a far higher intensity, and then it died. Ampere fell back against the door, and looked up into the eyes of the villain.
* * *
The Confectioner had broken his stride as the beam of energy narrowly missed him, instead striking the floor at his feet. He laughed, seeing that his victim had shot her final bolt, and missed. The villain stepped towards her, ready to claim his prize. This time he would never leave her alone and, he would use a combination of all of his nefarious confectionery. After all, how could anyone possible resist the simultaneous actions of his honey, his dream syrup and his gob stoppers?
Then, without warning, the ground beneath him fell away. In that instant he saw Ampere’s eyes flash with triumph. He looked down and saw the hatch beneath him collapse where her eye beam had melted through it. The Confectioner cried out, plummeting downwards, screaming. There was a loud splash as he landed in the steaming vat of his Sugar Cane Syrup. Then the screams began in earnest.
* * *
Ampere struggled to block out the anguished cries as she worked to force open the chamber and, by the time she had managed to twist the heavy handle, no sounds rose from the vat at all.
Once outside, it was a fairly simple matter to locate the missing girls.
The police arrived with ambulances to whisk them away for treatment, and in the confusion, a very relieved and very naked heroine managed to make her escape. She harboured an understandable reluctance to wear any clothes that she found discarded in a villain’s lair.
The rescuers did find the Confectioner’s vat of syrup, but of the villain himself, there was no sign. Ampere made her own vow. The next time they met, would be the last. But, unfortunately for the heroine, the Confectioner had made the very same vow.
* * *
End of Arc Two
The Confectioner finished his experiments and, after a brief stop over to check on his three other guests, all of whom were still helplessly mired in his paralysing honey coating, he returned to check on Ampere’s progress. He hoped she would be far enough into the sleepy, orgasm cycle, that he would be able to use another of his fiendish sweets on her.
Life was certainly good when you loved your work, and the thought of the proud heroine mindlessly serving his ever whim was more than enough to add a new spring to his step.
* * *
Meanwhile, Ampere had only just managed to force her eyes open again. Her head felt clouded and her body seemed weighed down. The stimulation had begun, almost before she came around this time and, all the heroine wanted to do, was lie back and let the next orgasm take her.
She was ready to surrender. Whatever her eventual fate might be, it would have to be better than this. Then, suddenly, she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. In that instant Ampere acted, forcing herself up onto legs that felt as though they were made of rubber.
Some heroic instinct surfaced and, she knew if she was going to be beaten, then at least she would go down fighting. The futility of her defiance wasn’t lost on the poor heroine. She could barely stand and, yet here she was, about to fight against someone seemingly immune to her most powerful attacks. Then, the footsteps halted, and Ampere knew the Confectioner had reached the door.
* * *
The villain grasped the large metal handle, and tried to turn it. He was shocked when the centre of the door came away in his hands, leaving a perfectly circular hole, its edges scorched and melted. He was even more surprised to see a particularly wobbly-looking Ampere, standing free from her bonds and apparently waiting to do battle with him.
The surprise was only short lived. It was obvious to everyone that the heroine was in no condition to resist.
* * *
Ampere watched as the grinning villain carefully ducked down and stepped through the opening her eye beam had cut. She was trying to fight down the urge to simply collapse again. But, from the look on the villain’s face, he had already seen how weak she really was.
Suddenly, the heroine’s drug-dazed brain realised what the now open doorway meant, and she felt her spirits lift. Reaching out with her powers, as the villain casually walked towards her, Ampere began to seek out any unshielded power sources beyond the insulated chamber.
* * *
The Confectioner reached into his pocket, and drew out a long green strand of liquorice. He was taking his time, relishing the look of horror etched onto his captive’s face. Then abruptly, the look changed, from one of fear and trepidation, to a look of complete triumph. The villain took a moment to try to work out where this new conviction had come from. Then, very slowly, he swung around and gazed in sudden understanding at the open chamber door.
* * *
Energy suffused the young heroine, the villain’s lair was filled with power sources and, in that moment, she began channelling almost all of them. All her fatigue just vanished, replaced by a boundless energy. Lightning crackled over her naked body, melting the sugar in an instant, vaporising it and freeing her from its chemical caress. The villain’s Dream Syrup still coursed through her veins, but without some form of sexual stimulant she was freed from its drowsy grip.
* * *
The Confectioner turned back in horror, seeing his victim surrounded by a bright blue, electrical aura. But, despite this display he knew he was protected from her attacks, and was confident that his strength was more than equal to the challenge of defeating this infuriatingly resilient opponent. Looping his trick liquorice around one hand, the villain charged at Ampere, and attempted to grab hold of her.
* * *
Ampere fought down the euphoria. Having this much power at her disposal was certainly a “rush”, but she needed to stay focussed. She saw the villain tense, and was in motion just as he began his charge. Kicking off the ground, the heroine leapt nimbly over the Confectioner. She landed tucked and rolled quickly up onto her feet, using the momentum to propel her towards the door. The villain almost ran headlong into the wall and, by the time he regained his balance, the heroine had dived outside.
* * *
Roaring in anger the villain charged after her. He shouted at the base defences, demanding that they trap Ampere, but there was no response. He smashed his arm into a large vat, denting the side and causing a dark red mixture to splash onto the floor.
Oh, how he was going to make this heroine pay!
Almost incandescent with rage, he chased after her, closing rapidly, even as she continued her desperate zigzagging progress. Despite all her best efforts, the fleeing woman just couldn’t get away and, after several minutes of dodging, the villain finally managed to force her into a corner.
There was only one possible escape route and, to his glee, the Confectioner saw Ampere dive back into the chamber where he had first placed her.
She tried to slam the heavy door shut on him, but he easily caught the edge and forced it open again. Ampere backed away from him and, keeping one eye on the tricky woman, the villain sealed the door shut behind him. Of course, she was still obviously supercharged with the energy she had stolen, but at least now he had cut her off from any more power.
* * *
Ampere glared at the villain, eyes blazing angrily behind her goggles. He ignored her, taking his time and allowing his eyes roam freely over her naked form. Then, grinning in anticipation, the villain strode over to where she stood, and reached out to grasp her. The heroine knew that she couldn’t beat him in a fair fight, but then she had no intention of playing fair. As the Confectioner stepped towards her, she stamped down with her foot, smashing her heel into his ankle joint. He staggered, and the heroine jumped up, pushing against his back while bringing her knee up sharply into his face.
It was a heavy blow, but somehow the villain seemed to shrug off its effects. Ampere danced away, putting distance between them. Her gloved hands tried to twist the heavy metal wheel, but she found that she was unable to grip at all. A snarl of rage behind her made the heroine spin back to her assailant. The Confectioner flung his liquorice directly at her, and because the gloves prevented her from hurling lightning, the strand struck her cleanly across the chest. It coiled about her, pinning her arms against her torso, and the villain came rushing after.
Ampere’s eyes darted around the room. Then, unexpectedly, she focussed on one point. Every iota of energy she possessed was forced into that one beam. Her goggles once again produced the brilliant beam of almost solid light. It lasted less than a second, this time at a far higher intensity, and then it died. Ampere fell back against the door, and looked up into the eyes of the villain.
* * *
The Confectioner had broken his stride as the beam of energy narrowly missed him, instead striking the floor at his feet. He laughed, seeing that his victim had shot her final bolt, and missed. The villain stepped towards her, ready to claim his prize. This time he would never leave her alone and, he would use a combination of all of his nefarious confectionery. After all, how could anyone possible resist the simultaneous actions of his honey, his dream syrup and his gob stoppers?
Then, without warning, the ground beneath him fell away. In that instant he saw Ampere’s eyes flash with triumph. He looked down and saw the hatch beneath him collapse where her eye beam had melted through it. The Confectioner cried out, plummeting downwards, screaming. There was a loud splash as he landed in the steaming vat of his Sugar Cane Syrup. Then the screams began in earnest.
* * *
Ampere struggled to block out the anguished cries as she worked to force open the chamber and, by the time she had managed to twist the heavy handle, no sounds rose from the vat at all.
Once outside, it was a fairly simple matter to locate the missing girls.
The police arrived with ambulances to whisk them away for treatment, and in the confusion, a very relieved and very naked heroine managed to make her escape. She harboured an understandable reluctance to wear any clothes that she found discarded in a villain’s lair.
The rescuers did find the Confectioner’s vat of syrup, but of the villain himself, there was no sign. Ampere made her own vow. The next time they met, would be the last. But, unfortunately for the heroine, the Confectioner had made the very same vow.
* * *
End of Arc Two
Re: Ampere's Sleepy Adventures
Thanks for reading - glad to hear the second arc has been well received.
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Re: Ampere's Sleepy Adventures
wow that must have taken some effort to write, great story. Makes me think what perverted minds us supheroine fans have 
Re: Ampere's Sleepy Adventures
Thank you both for reading/commenting (and I'm pleased that the story is still going down well). I can't comment on anyone else's, but I'll freely admit to having a thoroughly perverted mind!
*grins*
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Re: Ampere's Sleepy Adventures
Great stuff! Would love to see more from Ampere or any other heroine from your imagination! 