Ariel stepped out of the elevator, and into a simple hallway that extended both to her left, and her right. Setting off in one direction, she passed many doors built into one side of the wall, with the other side completely void of any. To a perceptive viewer, the hallway curved gently, and it was true that if you kept walking long enough, you would circle back to the elevator. Sometimes, one of the doors was replaced with a stairwell, with simple broad stairs leading up or down. Many doors had a red light glowing above them, and she paid them no mind. Only when she came to a door that had a green light, did she stop. The door opened silently as she stood before the scanner, revealing what looked to be a small but comfortable spectator box, not unlike what one would find in a skybox at a stadium.
As she walked through the opening into the viewing room, she idly pressed a button on the wall next to the door. The door closed behind her, and on the outside, the green light switched to red, showing that this room was now occupied. The mistress made herself comfortable in one of the plush chairs and looked out of the full wall-sized window into the other side of the room. This, was theatre seven, one of the many floors designed to provide the space needed for larger training exercises. Friendly or not-so-friendly competitions between her staff, carefully regulated of course. Or, and this was the case right now, to serve as a public spot to punish someone who had made a serious transgression. A subtle pop-up in the corner of her eye alerted her to the request for any refreshments and knowing the inquisitor twins always delivered a stimulating show, she decided to have her favourite drink delivered, before focusing her attention on why she was there.
Ariel looked down on the centre stage, as her room was located one floor higher than the ground, and took in the sight before her. Placed in the middle of the stage was a gyroscopic device not unlike the one she had seen Supergirl a short hour ago. Like the other one, this one also held a female captive, but where Supergirl's position was simply to keep her in place and to provide easy access for the machine to fuck her brains out, this woman was held in a similar but much more straining way. She was held spread-eagle, yes, but her legs were pulled apart much further, exposing her sex in a humiliating way. Her arms were held above her head, but the size of the circular device made it so that her arms were stretched to a point that was just shy of unbearable. She was also completely naked, a dark steel collar around her neck to track and subdue her was the only item she wore.
Attending the captive was not a machine this time, though the fucking device was looming menacingly between her legs, ready to penetrate her exposed pussy or ass. Instead, A woman of clearly Hispanic descent was kneeling naked in front of the captive crotch, her face pressed against her sex. From the way her face moved, she was using her mouth to pleasure her prisoner. Standing behind the captive was another woman who was a perfect duplicate of the one sitting on her knees. She had her naked body pressed against the captive's back, and she had reached around with both her hands to grab one of the captive's large breasts. The fingers were moving and teasing the soft flesh of the breasts and based on the way the bound female helplessly twisted and pulled against her bonds, she was feeling the effects of the dual assault on her sexuality.
Surrounding the gyroscope and its prisoner, was a small collection of movable carts and cabinets. Each was filled with all the tools one could desire to inflict both pain and pleasure. Encasing the stage in a dome of faint blue light, was a kinetic barrier meant to keep everything in, and out.
Ariel pressed a button on a control panel next to her. Several smaller holographic windows appeared on the side of the glass wall, showing the stage from various angles and close-ups, courtesy of the swarm of recorder drones that hovered around the stage. A set of speakers became active, and the room filled with the strangled cries of ecstasy from the helplessly tormented woman below.
"PLEASE, HAVE SOME MERCY. JUST ONE. LET ME CUM JUST ONCE ALREADY, I BEG YOU."
The first window was focused on the prisoner's face, and the high-definition camera captured every emotion. Right now, the prisoner's eyes were glazed over with lust. Semi-dried tear trails ran from the corners down her cheeks. Her mouth was partially open, and she was taking deep breaths between each moan, wail or desperate plea. Her hair was sticking to her face in messy sweaty strings. In the corner of the screen, standing behind her, she saw the face of one of the women administering the punishment. Her lips were dangerously close to the prisoner's ear, and a moan of pleasure was torn from her lips with each hot breath she felt against her ear.
A second window was focused on the prisoner's breasts, and the large and plump mounds heaved erratically with each laboured breath she took. From this close-up, it was easy to see how painfully erect the woman's nipples were, as they stood firm and hard atop each breast. Two sun-tanned hands had grabbed a breast each, and they were massaging or mauling them with masterful skill and technique.
The third window was centred on the prisoner's crotch, and the drone had somehow found an angle that displayed enough of the woman's pussy, while also keeping the face of the woman eating her out the focus of attention. This second woman had a face just as beautiful as her partner, and her skin tone was the same shade of suntanned brown. Her mouth was moving up and down the bound woman's pussy at a measured pace. Using her tongue and lips she licked the outside of her charge's pussy, before pushing her tongue deep into the wet folds. Sometimes, her lips would concentrate on the erect and throbbing clit sitting atop the dripping slit, and she would gently suck and lick the sensitive spot. The woman's thighs were coated in a glistening layer of her juices, and a slow but steady string of sticky arousal was gently leaking from the woman's aching cunt.
A final window showed the prisoner in her entirely, and here it was clear to see the effect the dual assault had on the helpless woman. her entire body was taut, every muscle tightened to the breaking point, and her back arched slightly, pushing her lovely breasts further into the first warden's hands. Her hips visibly vibrated from the tension as she tried and failed to push her pelvis harder against the second warden's skilled lips. To an experienced eye, it was more than obvious that the woman was moments away from orgasm, but if her pleas for mercy or cumming were anything to go by, she had yet to reach that blissful moment.
Ariel was just about to pull up the prisoner's information, when a small door worked seamlessly into the wall opened up, and a young woman stepped into the room, holding a tray with a single glass on it.
The woman had deep brown almond-shaped eyes, and a full head of midnight black hair, that hung in loose curls reaching the small of her back. Her top consisted of only an Arabic-styled bikini, barely large enough to cover her generous chest. Her wrists were encased in silver bracelets, and a delicate dark steel chain ran from each bracelet to the equally dark steel collar around her neck. Her stomach was bare, showing off her midriff, and smooth skin as she walked carefully towards Ariel. Her crotch was covered minimally with a thong, barely able to hide her private parts. She wore silver bracelets around her ankles but was otherwise barefoot. Like with her wrists, similar finely crafted dark steel chains rand from the back of the bracelets along her spine towards her collar. The copious amount of skin she was showing revealed her Iraqi origin, making her far more exotic when compared to the Western captives in the complex
What stood out though, aside from her extraordinary beauty that only a young woman can achieve, was the gentle glow coming from around her. Her entire body was surrounded by softly glowing constructs of light. Each was a different colour that blended in seamlessly with each other to create a pleasing whole. the constructs themselves took the form of shawls, ribbons, and a veil "covering" the lower half of her face. It made her look like a stereotypical belly dancer. The constructs were not made of light, or holographic as people first thought. They were, in fact, the result of her powers.
This was Bahargül, or as the people of Baghdad called her for roughly a year; Crescent moon. And she was the most famous prisoner inside the complex. She could form special barriers around herself to protect her from most forms of harm. The barriers themself hovered just above her body, usually about 1 CM, and they could be shaped in whatever form she desired. While she was Crescent Moon, she had shaped them to encase her in radiant armour worn by her Iraqi ancestors, and she had proudly worn the crescent moon of her Islamic fate on top of the glowing helmet that hid her identity.
But Bahargül was not born with those powers, she was born as the only daughter of a wealthy nobleman. And as all privileged are prone to do when they are bored, they go do stupid things. In her case, she was enthralled by the many stories of vigilantes protecting big cities from evildoers. And her city was as big and important as they could come. She saw the crime and corruption spiral out of control around her, and after years of watching helplessly, she decided that she had to take action. After doing some research, she found a site on the deepest parts of the internet that sold a serum that, when consumed, would awaken any latent powers the consumer had. The logical thing was to run away from this as fast as her shapely legs could take her. The bored and spoiled young woman though saw it as a chance to live out her fantasies
She ordered the serum, and by doing so, awakened her powers and soon after became Crescent Moon. For a whole year, she was the talk of the town, stopping corruption where she found it and saving innocents wherever she could. Life was good, until shortly after her 18th birthday. By buying the serum, she had triggered every red flag Pravum had placed on that part of the internet, and they had a team tracking her adventures almost from the moment she began. They carefully tracked her behaviour, mapped out her habits, and even managed to install spy cameras inside the family mansion. The cameras, in particular, provided them with the final bits of information they needed. One; she was sexually inexperienced, she had never masturbated and was still a virgin. And two; Her father was going to throw a large party two weeks after her 18th birthday to celebrate his baby girl's first steps of being a grown woman. Little did they know, that both the party and Bahargül's lack of sexual experience would forever change the lives of both her and Pravum as a whole.
Masking as hired waitresses, a team of five agents had managed to infiltrate the party. Keeping careful tabs on the birthday girl, they carefully shadowed her until they found a moment to strike. That moment came when she was walking from her room through the empty and off-limit family quarters, back to the ballroom. With everything in place, they struck the moment she passed the empty room they had laid their trap in. Grabbing her from behind as she walked past them, one agent clasped her hand across Bahargül's mouth to keep her silent, while the second pushed her into the room. Inside, the remaining three agents quickly got to work. A dark steel power-suppressing collar was snapped around her neck. A big black ballgag was forced into her mouth and locked behind her face. Her wrists were forced behind her back, and a pair of handcuffs secured them in place. Bahargül tried to activate her powers, but the collar stopped that idea with a jolt of electricity. They wrapped her into a large sack, which they put into a custom-made duffle bag. The bag was placed into a waste car, and empty boxes from the kitchen were thrown on top of it to hide her from sight.
The whole action took less than ten minutes, and they were in the van and off the grounds with fifteen. The entire operation was completed in less than ten hours, the flight to Pravum HQ included, and Bahargül was now safely locked inside a holding cell, ready to be interrogated. For this round, they had chosen to secure her feet spread apart and chained to two rings bolted into the floor. Her arms were still behind her back, but a chain ran from between the cuffs, to a pully on the ceiling. One of her handlers pulled the chain, and her arms began to move up, bending her forward in the process, until she was put in a painful strappado position. The captive woman struggled as much as she could, but the serum had not given her any super-strength, only a now useless ability to create barriers. She was helpless to stop them as they used sharp knives to cut away the expensive dress her father had made for the party, revealing she wore nothing underneath it, except for some lacy black underwear, with her supple breasts dangling free beneath her.
Just as they were about to begin the long and boring process of breaking and then interrogating her, one of the handlers made a suggestion. She had recently begun to experiment with BDSM with her girlfriend, and she had discovered that when properly stimulated, she could make her girlfriend say or do anything. She wanted to see if the same would apply here. The idea was weird, but they did it anyway. A simple bullet vibrator was fetched, and after turning it on, they pushed it against the now frantic young woman's underwear. The result was almost instantaneous. Powerless to defend herself, and unable to handle these new feelings coming from between her legs, Bahargül came hard in less than a minute. Not stopping with one, they held the vibrator firmly against her now sensitive clit. Ten minutes, and four mind-shattering orgasms later, the woman once known as Crescent Moon was begging them to stop. Instead, they taped a wand vibrator against her thigh, with the rubber head pressed firmly against her pussy. They watched excitedly as orgasm after orgasm was forced from their prisoner. The lack of experience made her unable to defend herself, and she did the only thing she could think of to save herself. She began to talk.
For over an hour, she spilt every secret she had, her account data. her father's account data. Her friend's secrets, her own. Every detail of her adventures as Crescent Moon flowed from her lips, and if she showed any sign of hesitation, a flick of a switch had her convulsing on the ground in helpless ecstasy. The gamble had paid off, big time. The information checked out, and within a month, every vigilante in the Baghdad area had been taken into custody. The method was quickly adopted by other handlers, and one by one, every heroine that had resisted them broke.
Ariel watched expressionlessly as Bahargül put the glass of expensive wine on a small table before she gave a small bow and disappeared back through the door she entered from. Her thoughts lingered for a few more seconds on the girl, and how a bored little princess proved key to solving the superhero problem in the multiverse before a long wail of frustration had her focus back on the window and the spectacle below.
Taking a sip from her wine, an expensive vintage from the same region of France where she was born, she finally took the time to pull up the prisoner's information. A final window appeared underneath the four close-up shots, and it began to fill with all the details of the woman being punished.