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WARNING - WARNING - WARNING - WARNING - WARNING
This story contains very descriptive scenes of sex, bondage and rape. If you do not like to read such material DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!!!!
I wrote this story a loooooonnnngggg time ago and never finished it. If you can stomach an incomplete story, enjoy.
The large castle loomed ominously like a big, dark mountain in the late evening moonlight. The wind made the trees rustle softly in the warm summer night. From a hilltop, three shapely silhouettes spied the fortress intensely. Almost a quickly as they appeared the three amazons stealthily slipped through the trees and foliage like panthers stalking some unsuspecting prey.
"We can't let him know we're here", whispered the Black Widow, "We need the element of surprise." The other two nodded in agreement as they approached a clear area of short grass that encircled the ancient structure. Knowing that no moonlight would reveal them, they slowly sauntered in a semi triangular formation toward the stone wall.
The three heroines, Black Widow, Mockingbird and Shanna the She-Devil, had teamed up to catch one of the most troublesome and ingenious, international villains they had ever faced. His name was The Geek.
The Geek was a young boy, in his mid teens, who had accidentally been subjected to a high degree of gamma radiation that left him with an incredibly high analytical and technical intellect. With this new abilities, he had set out to acquire vast fortunes from the world's banking systems through the use of computers and various exotic inventions.
For months the three heroines had worked together to thwart his every attempt at attaining immense wealth. He still had managed to acquire a small fortune however, and this he had used to buy an abandoned castle on a large estate in England.
Though he was incredibly technically oriented, he still had the mentality and wisdom of a 16 year old. This made him more of a nuisance than a threat and the three ladies found themselves loathing their assignment to apprehend and bring in the bothersome teenager.
"I never knew one kid could be such a pain." said Mockingbird in a dull, griping murmur.
"Its almost a joke how we keep messing up his operations even though he's got an IQ of a bizillion." replied Shanna.
All three heroines reached the castle wall. Anchoring their backs to it, they stared upward toward the top of the wall for any signs of movement. "We made it. Now what?" said Mockingbird in a slightly concerned voice.
"We must gain entry while its still dark," replied Black Widow in a sultry whisper, "the only thing I can think of is for us to split up and find a way inside."
The other two nodded and the three split up. Black Widow headed down one side of the wall while Mockingbird stealthily moved along the other. Shanna, however, had other plans and headed back across the field in hopes of finding another structure that may lead inside.
She reached the tree line and moved stealthily through the moonlit forest. She remembered seeing a smaller stone structure toward the east side of the estate when the three first arrived. "I bet there's some kind of connecting passage to the castle," she told herself as she pushed through the foliage.
As she moved, branches with summer leaves lightly brushed against her bare legs. In the dark, the tingling sensation of the branches touching her thighs brought on a sense of arousal. She was always turned on by danger, by the thrill of suspense, the titillating excitement of being alone in such a dangerous place.
As she moved on, her imagination began to flow through her mind. Each shadow began to take new form. Each gust of wind brought on more exhilaration. She envisioned villains behind each tree, ready to pounce, ready to seize her body, ready to pin her defenseless with dozens of forceful arms and tie her. Yes, tie her and gag her. Tie her with a thousand lengths of rope. Tie every part of her struggling body.
"Ouch!" she gasped as her head hit the wall of the small brick building. She stood, rubbing her head and stared at the side of the structure and feeling silly for letting her imagination run away with her.
"This looks like one of the servants' houses but it looks abandoned." Circling around front she entered the building through a doorway which was once covered by a thin wooden door which now lay rotted on the cold, stone floor.
After several minutes of searching she realized the building had been deserted for years. "Damn, I was hoping for a break. Maybe a sewer entrance or underground tunnel not uncle Tom's cabin." she said cursing the small house.
She walked outside and looked across an open field lit by moonlight and spied some more buildings. "Maybe I can get lucky over there." and she headed off toward the other houses.
Suddenly, as she left the doorway, she felt a gloved hand grab her left wrist. Instantly her arm was pulled and painfully twisted up and behind her back. At that same moment, a cotton rag came clamping down over her nose and mouth and her head pulled backward and was pinned on some one's shoulder, throwing her off balance.
At first it just seemed like a wet rag but as she struggled and breathed, her eyes lit up in desperation as the fumes of the chloroform became all too apparent. She fought to free herself but her assailant kept her off balance, always moving backward or to one side never letting her get a firm foot hold.
Her hips gyrated frantically as more and more of the ether fumes invaded her lungs. With her one free hand she reached over her head behind her in a desperate grab at her assailant. Her hand did not connect like she thought it would and she began to realize that her attacker was as short or even shorter than she was and that was why she could not grab him to throw him.
Shanna's valiant struggling began to slow. Her eye lids grew heavy as the super, strong anesthetic soaked away her consciousness like a sponge soaking up water. Her thrashings and gyrations quickly faded as her fiery will was extinguished. All grew dark as her eyes were forced closed and, with a final defiant sighing moan, Shanna felt the world spin out from underneath her and the bikini-clad amazon fell unconscious.
- - -
"Over here," Mockingbird whispered as Black Widow sauntered through the darkness, "I think we can get in here."
"Where's Shanna," Black Widow asked.
"I don't know but we don't have time to find her. She'll figure out how to get in.", Mockingbird whispered as both girls entered the castle through a rotted door in the stone wall.
The courtyard was a menagerie of macabre shadows stretched across the walls and ground. The outer wall circled a large stone structure which resembled a huge house more than a castle. The house was extremely run down with most of the windows broken out and vines growing like mold over most of the walls. Except for the warm night wind rustling through the trees, the building was eerily quite.
"This place gives me the willies," whispered Mockingbird. "Lets get this little jerk and get out of here."
"My sentiments exactly", replied Black Widow as the two stealthily maneuvered their way across the inner courtyard toward the main entrance.
Suddenly a low dull thud from just beyond the front door broke the silence. The two heroines looked at each other then at the door and, cautiously, Black Widow slowly turned the knob and both girls entered.
- - -
Slowly and softly, her eyes began to open and the fuzzy images and echoing sounds grew more focused. Her head turned slightly from side to side and her eyes blinked slowly as life returned to her motionless body.
Still disoriented, Shanna reached to rub the sleep from her eyes but, was shocked to find herself unable to pull her arms down from over her head. Her hands were tied together at the wrists and tied, over her head, to a large iron ring bolted to the stone floor.
Her legs were also bound but each one was tied to a separate ring on the floor leaving her in a semi- spread eagle formation. She wiggled and pulled frantically at the binds but quickly froze letting out a moan of shock and fear. "My bikini! Its GONE! I've been stripped naked!".
Her body surged upward in an arc, pulling at the ropes, as she screamed frantically for help but only a muffled whine could be heard from the heroine. A rag had been stuffed into her mouth and a thick towel was tied around her head, firmly holding the rag in place and gagging Shanna. She continued to struggle, letting out moans and whines as she remained helplessly bound and gagged to the floor of the stone room.
After several minutes of futile struggling, Shanna settled down to calm herself. "Its OK. I'm not dead yet.", Shanna reassured herself, "Who ever knocked me out and tied me up wants me alive, at least for now. I just hope the others can find me."
Suddenly, the large wooden door to the room burst open. In the doorway several large shadowy figures stood silent. They then entered, forming a circle around Shanna's tied body. There were five of them, two women and three men, but they were the most unusual people she had ever seen. Even though the room was dimly lit, she could tell the visitors were not human.
They were large and very well built. The two women had very large, globular breasts, almost as large as Black Widow's, and very shapely figures with large buttocks. The men were very large and muscular and were shaped like champion body builders.
Their forms were highlighted by there skin color, which was a dull, soft white and which appeared to be made of some kind of plastic. They also had absolutely no body hair. Even the women were completely hairless. They had very simple facial features and there eyes possessed no pupils. Instead, they stared outward, never blinking, with eyes made of the same material as their bodies.
"Do you like them my dear?"
Shanna stared up in astonishment as a little red light came on from the ceiling revealing the dull reddish outline of a video camera and microphone.
"So good of you to join me. I hope your little nap wasn't too unpleasant? I do so love to chloroform beautiful women. They look so sensual when they are subdued like you were."
Shanna gyrated in defiance as she blurted out muffled words of protest at the mysterious voice.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am called The Geek." Shanna's eyes lit up in shock. "That's not fair! That's the guy we were supposed to catch!" she thought to herself.
"I see you have also met my sybots. Yes that's right, they are robots but very special robots. They're actually more like androids except they obey my every wish."
Shanna stared at her automated audience, wondering at their complexity and elegance. She was amazed at how life like they moved and looked.
"You three ladies have been giving me quite a hard time.", the voice continued, "And, quite frankly I've had enough!" "You walk around with barely a stitch of clothing on, flaunting your bodies and shoving your perfect beauty in my face!" "Take a closer look at my sybot friends my dear." and with that the sybots turned to face Shanna.
Shanna's eyes lit up in horror as she looked again at her five visitors. The men had turned to face her and, hanging slightly erect between their legs, were three of the largest penises she had ever seen. They began to grow firm and full and some kind of white, oily lubricant began to drip slowly from them.
Her eyes darted quickly to the two females and her body surged and tightened with shock. Each of the female sybots held a large white dildo. These also were coated heavily with the same white liquid and which dripped from the large phallic.
"I've been waiting a long time to see you get this Ms. Jungle Queen!" "I think being gang-banged for a few hours should take the fight out of you and finally put you in your place!"
As the Geek spoke, the five sybots slowly bent down to the floor and started grabbing Shanna's gyrating body. Hands grabbed her everywhere as her assailants began to stroke her all over.
Forcefully they began raping Shanna. The two females each grabbed a breast, violently massaging their prize, sucking on each tit as though draining Shanna of her life's milk.
At the same time, one of the males forced itself between Shanna's legs and began penetrating her, thrusting its huge member into her struggling, defenseless vagina. Her hips thrust and swayed frantically as the sybot's hands cupped her buttocks, clamping her gyrating pelvis to its, pulling her struggling hips downward and forcing itself deep inside her.
After several minutes, the next male took its turn, and then the next, each one more intense than the last. As each took their turn, the other two stood over Shanna's bare body ejaculating lubricant all over her. No part of her went unassaulted.
One of the females then relinquished a breast, which was immediately molested by one of the males, and removed Shanna's gag. The frantic jungle queen gasped to scream but her cry was muffled. The female sybot plunged one of her large breasts into Shanna's mouth, and with a firm hand, began forcing Shanna to suck from her tit.
The five sybots formed a mass of bodies on the floor, which slowly surged and shifted as the violated jungle queen below them struggled in vain to escape.
"Don't worry my dear," said the Geek in a patronizing voice, "Your two friends will share the same fate as you." and with that the room faded to darkness, the only sounds being the movements of bodies and the defiant cries from Shanna's gagged mouth.
"I think it would be better if we split up. It will make the search go much faster", Black Widow whispered to Mockingbird.
"I think you're right. This Geek guy can't be that dangerous. Just one of us could probably handle him with no problem.", whispered back the blonde. "I'll head toward the upstairs while you search down here", and with that the buxom blonde turned toward the stairs.
At that moment, both girls were startled by a large clunking sound beneath their feet. With a sudden whoosh, the floor opened up under both of them and the two heroines disappeared through the trapdoors below them, their shapely silhouettes swallowed up by the darkness.
The two girls' bodies banged and smashed into the sides of the smooth, cylindrical shaft and into each other as they plummeted downward into the darkness both groping at the cold steel only to find it too smooth to grasp. Then with a sudden burst, both girls shot out of the end of the shaft, falling a short distance onto some very large, baggy pillows.
Still dazed and confused, each tried to get up, rolling and falling again and again due to the thickness and unevenness of the cushions.
Suddenly, before they could get their balance, each girl was pounced upon by two shadowy assailants. The mysterious attackers grabbed each heroine from behind, wrapping an arm around each waste. Both girls struggled feverishly as they fought to get up and deal with their opponents but were thrown off balance at every turn.
"Mockingbird! Try and flip...", but before Black Widow could finish her sentence, a large cotton wad was clamped down over her nose and mouth.
Black Widow's eyes lit up with terror as the heavy ether fumes of the chloroform entered her lungs. Next to her, Mockingbird moaned and struggled as she too was being chloroformed by her attacker. Both girls gyrated and struggled, moaning and crying out muffled screams as they rolled about fighting the powerful anesthetic. Valiantly they fought but inevitably they were doomed.
After several minutes, their thrusting hips and wiggling bodies began to slow. Their eyes grew heavy as their spirits were soaked away. Then, with one last sigh of resistance, each girl fell to her attacker.
- - -
The whir of machinery broke the thick darkness. Natalia's eyes slowly opened as the effects of the drug wore off. The first thing she could see was a soft white light which slowly focused into a dim fluorescent lamp hanging from the ceiling. She moved her head slowly as she let out a groggy moan. She quickly realized her mouth was gagged. Surgical tape had been taped over her mouth, completely preventing any screams for help. She tried to move her arms but found them pinned, along with her legs. As the moments passed, she began to see where she was.
Black Widow lay on a thinly padded flat table that resembled a doctor's examination table. Her arms were tied with leather straps, over her head, her hands bound together. Her legs were tied separately each one strapped to the table and spread apart at about 30 degrees.
As she struggle she also noticed she had been stripped naked. Across the room she could see her costume laying on a small steel table. The room was small and dimly lit. The only sources of light were the small lamp above her, various blinking lights from some sort of computer equipment and a video monitor. Positioned over the table was a video camera connected to an elaborate robotic arm.
The camera began sweeping back and forth, zooming in and drawing back as it peered over Black Widow's naked, prone body. She twisted and pulled as the camera closely passed over every inch of her.
As it reached her breasts, it stopped, focusing in and out and sliding from side to side. On the monitor to her side she could see her breasts being displayed as a computer readout. The image would zoom in to a close-up of her nipple then back to show the full breast, then over to the next breast for the same shots.
As the images displayed in a window on the screen, a heads up display, super imposed over the pictures of her bare breasts, showed various pieces of information indicating the placement of the nipple, size of the breast, volume and so on.
The camera continued on down, sweeping over her stomach, suddenly stopping between her legs. Black Widow let out a fiery moan as her hips thrust upward in defiance. The camera performed the same operation as before, hovering over her bare vagina. On the display, she could see herself being scanned as every inch of her strawberry red pussy was examined in close, scrutinous detail. After several minutes the camera continued on and finished its voyeuristic examination.
The monitor then came to life as various programs began executing. As the machine busily executed its tasks, Black Widow could feel activity below her from under the table. She began to realize that this was not just a table but an elaborate mechanical device. Various robotic arms began unfolding from the sides of the table and rose up over her. The camera then positioned itself over her face and her eyes lit up in astonishment as a robotic voice said, "Welcome human female".
"I have scanned your body and have located all target points". "You are an excellent specimen. Your well developed sexual organs and large mammary glands will make it easy to perform my task".
Black Widow struggled and thrust at the computer's blunt and obscene statement but her horror began to escalate as she looked at the screen. On the monitor a program was executing, its command prerogative flashed in large red letters:
OBJECTIVE: BREAK HUMAN FEMALE'S WILL MODE: GANG BANG INTENSITY: ULTRA-VIOLENT
At that moment two of the many robotic arms came up from each side of the table and loomed over her chest. On the end of each arm was a large, white, flexible, semi- spherical cone, similar to a suction cup. Inside, at the base of each cup she could see a small orifice which curled in and out in a sort of sucking motion. She thrust and gyrated as the cups moved closer. Her breasts shimmied and sloshed around in exaggerated semi-circles.
With fiery zeal, she tried to keep the large glands away from the demonic arms. Being so large and fluid, however, she was bound to fail as the first tit was corralled and pounced upon by its respective cup.
The cup curled and expanded as it worked its way over the surface of the breast. Like a kid sucking up jello, the cone drew the breast inside itself, shaping and maneuvering the nipple toward the base of the arm. The nipple was then sucked into the small orifice at the base of the arm. The orifice began biting down on the nipple oscillating in and out in a violent sucking motion. As Black Widow thrust and struggled watching her left breast being engulfed, the right breast quickly fell to the other arm.
With both beasts captured and both nipples being drawn from, both cones began to oscillate, pulling the breasts upward in a hard sucking motion, squeezing them tightly, then forcing them down hard and flat against her chest.
The arms pumped faster and faster, her breasts rippling and jiggling frantically as they were pushed together, flattened, stretched and massaged over and over again.
Black Widow moaned and cried in defiance as her chest heaved and twisted against the mammary onslaught. "Human, you are weak." the computer voice declared. "Your will power will snap", "PENETRATE... PENETRATE... PENETRATE...".
Black Widow thrust her head forward and screamed a muffled cry of terror as another robotic arm moved into position, this time over her vagina. On the end protruded a large phallic which vibrated intensely and dripped a white oily substance. The arm slowly approached her gyrating hips, carefully gaining each inch as it neared its unprotected target.
Black Widow let out an animalistic cry as the vibrator's tip, slowly and forcefully, parted her lips and steadily entered her unprotected vagina. Her cries changed to low, deep moans, her hips swayed and her thighs slid back and forth as the huge phallic entered deeper and deeper, twisting and shaking as it made its way inside. After several agonizing moments the phallic became almost fully engulfed as it reached her unprotected womb.
The arm began sliding back and forth, inserting and withdrawing the vibrator relentlessly. The buxom heroine grunted with each thrust, growing tighter and tighter as the rhythm of the thrusts grew quicker and quicker. Her whole body gyrated and thrust at an ever quickening pace as she drew closer to the inevitable.
Faster and faster the machine pumped the vibrator in and out of her in response to her increasingly faster struggling. Her breasts jiggled and rippled quicker and quicker and the milking became more and more violent, the rhythm of the massage growing more and more intense. Her grunting and moaning becoming quicker and shorter. Her body stiffened tighter and tighter as it surged upward in a high arch.
Then, like a balloon ready to burst, her body stiffened as tightly as possible, and there was a long silence from the heroine, the only sounds being the rhythmic pumping of the machine.
After what seemed like an eternity, the heroine surged one last time in a defiant thrust upward, letting out an fiery, animalistic moan as she inexorably climaxed and was taken by the insidious machine. Her body fell to the table defeated as she softly moaned, her legs slowly sliding back and forth from the penetration.
The dildo withdrew itself and the arm moved away. "Human female... You are weak... You must be climaxed... You must be taught a lesson. Your body will be gang banged until you are totally defeated."
Lying in a dazed state Black Widow gasped and screamed in terror as the next arm moved into place. The larger, rippled phallic hit home and she again was penetrated.
As her body thrust and gyrated in hopeless defiance, the lights faded on a beautiful, buxom silhouette struggling in the lonely darkness. Trapped, she could only fight in futility as she was climaxed again and again by her mechanical tormentor, a tormentor that never grew tired, a tormentor who will not stop until it broke her will.