"Ughhh...." Hurricane awoke with a grunt. His eyes flickered a moment then opened, realizing he was not where he last remembered. He looked around, his eyes searching wildly for any hints of where he was. He took in the room, it was dimly lit. Nothing strange in the room though. He pulled his arm forward and quickly looked up. "Huh?" came his gasp. He was handcuffed to the wall, his feet also shackled down.
Hurricane rubbed his cheek against his shoulder. His mask was still on. Good, one less thing for him to worry about. He leaned his head back and sighed. His eyes then scanned the room again and noticed something lime green on a chair. He looked down and saw his boots beside the chair. Slowly, he looked down. "What in hell?!" came his remark. He was shackled to a wall, in the nude, save for his mask.
A cloaked figure entered the room. "Who are you and what do you want?" Came Hurricane's demanding words. No answer. The figure lit candles around the room and dimmed the overhead light further. Hurricane pulled against his handcuffs, the clinking sounding throughout the room. The figure lit the last few candles and turned sharply, striding towards the chained Hurricane.
"What do you want with me?" Came Hurricane's words, followed by the clinking of his restraints. The figure walked up close to him, and breathed on his neck. Hands brushed across his chest, slowly out along his arms to his hands. He turned his head and looked at the hands, discovering the villain to be a female. Hurricane grunted his question again, as he felt the tip of the figure's tongue on his neck. With the clink of his handcuffs again, the figure stepped back and disrobed. The figure, fully clothed under the robe was revealed.
Hurricane scowled and grunted. "Fyre," he pulled at the handcuffs "I should've known."
Fyre grinned and stepped toward him, once again breathing on his neck knowing it as his weak spot. "Tell me what I want to know." She said as her tongue flicked his earlobe.
"N..no." Hurricane stammered. He bucked against the wall and sent Fyre backwards a bit. Hurricane tried to kick her but just heard his shackles clank against the floor.
"It's a pity. A super hero without a sidekick." She moved forward, her hand grazing down his chest and stomach to his navel. Her fingers playing with his piercing a moment before trailing back up to the middle of his chest again. "Tell me what I want to know." She demanded again.
"Never." Hurricane stated, with confidence.
Fyre grinned. "Well now, aren't you a confident one? I bet I can break you." She purred. Hurricane grunted and bucked in response as her lips pressed against his. Hurricane kept trying to move his head, but Fyre's lips kept finding his. Finally, she grabbed his chin and held him still. Her lips pressed roughly against his. She broke the kiss off and looked at him.
Hurricane swore. He tried to kick again but only heard a clanking sound for his efforts.
"My, such language!" Fyre smirked.
"I'll never tell you anything! You could do damage with this info--"
His rambling was broken off as Fyre quickly shoved her tongue into his mouth as he formed the "o" he was about to say. Hurricane tried to move his head, but Fyre quickly grabbed it and worked her tongue around inside his mouth. Hurricane bucked against the wall and shook his arms, only resulting in a slight movement.
Fyre stepped back when she was satisfied and grinned. "Ready to speak yet?"
"No." Hurricane replied.
"Fine. I will enjoy torturing you." She grinned and stepped toward him. Her tongue sticking out, the tip gently touching his right nipple. Hurricane gasped and arched his back against the wall. Fyre grinned and licked around his nipple, sucking it into her mouth a moment. Hurricane laid his head back firmly against the wall and bit his lower lip. His back still arched, Fyre dragged her tongue across his chest to his other nipple. Teasing it, her tongue flickered back and forth around it. Finally when her tongue rubbed across it, Hurricane let out a low moan from the back of his throat.
"Looks like the super hero is supersensitive, hm?" She stood back and looked over his body, a slight glaze of sweat glistening on it already. Again, she stepped forward, nipping on his nipple. He grunted and thrust his arms forward to no avail. Between her teeth, she grunted "Tell me now."
Hurricane shook his head and opened his mouth wide, with only a slight gasp escaping it. Fyre hissed and pinched his other nipple in her fingers as she let go of the one with her teeth. Hurricane grunted again. Fyre allowed her tongue to trail down his sweat-glazed body. The rise and fall of his chest and stomach pressed her tongue against him, then pulled it away again. His breaths were heavy and deep. Fyre glanced up at him with an evil glint in her eye and scraped her nails down his stomach.
Hurricane clenched his teeth and formed his hands into fists. His feet pulled at his shackles. Fyre's hands stopped at his waist. Her hands began rubbing down his tense thighs. Hurricane laid his head back again and opened his mouth with no sound. Fyre's fingertips massaged his thighs slowly, as he felt the tip of her tongue touch the head of his dick.
Hurricane moaned and pulled at his handcuffs. Fyre's tongue snaked around the head of his dick but no further. Hurricane moaned in short gasps as he looked down.
Fyre glanced up quickly at him. "Tell me what I want to hear."
"N... Never." Hurricane stammered under his breath.
