Supervillain Log #5: The Amazon, Part 2
I Bound the Arrogant Amazon
The livestream started with her voice.
"My name is Diana Lorde, known better by my alias the Amazon, the most powerful superhero on Earth." Her lasso of truth bound her wrists. The rope hung from a hook in the ceiling, suspending the Amazon, so her bare toes wriggled several inches from the floor. "My Master is recording me for profit. He kicked my pretty little superheroine ass, from wall-to-wall, in my own home. He rubbed me and squeezed me and spanked me to the brink of orgasm, and then he fucked me senseless. It was the hottest, the best thing that's ever happened to me. He taught me to love submission, to love being dominated."
I should add, the 'pretty little superheroine ass' bit was not part of our rehearsal. She ad libbed that. And, strictly speaking, it's not true. Despite her slim waist, her ass was huge. As were her boobs. All of that was on display in her new outfit. She still wore her tiara and her gold cuffs, but nothing else of her costume. Instead, I dressed her in a silk bra and panties, both virginal white. The bra covered most of her breasts, but couldn't conceal the long, deep line of her cleavage. The panties were thick enough to hide the shape of her vulva, but not so thick that they didn't visibly darken with the wetness between her lips. Not to brag too much, but I picked the outfit myself, and it was perfect. The whiteness perfectly contrasted with her long, black hair. In that underwear, her face was less fierce, more cute and naive. A long fall for the once-hardened queen of the amazons.
I stepped out from behind the camera. "My clients have paid a great deal not only to punish you physically, but to dominate you sexually. Shall we demonstrate?"
"Please, Master." Her voice dripped with lust as she hung there.
"I've continued to experiment with Mesopotamian relics and rituals," I said. "My powers have never been greater. I can control you- your body, your mind- with just my voice. But I don't think I'll need to control your mind to arouse you."
The Amazon whispered, as if more to herself than to me. "Yes, I'm so turned on."
"Then with your mind free and willing, feel me control just your body with my voice." My tone was low, deep. It was mostly smooth, though bristling occasionally to remind her of her place. "My voice is as tangible as a tongue on your clit, as a vibrator in your pussy, as hands massaging your tits, as fingers pinching your nipples."
The Amazon's breaths became shallow. Goosebumps arose across her arms and chest. The room was dark, save for the stage lights angled on her bound body, so I could watch every twitch of muscle, every quiver of skin.
"Your breasts are cool, soft, pliant under the grip of your conqueror. I could easily use my strength to crush you, but instead I use it to please you. Thank me."
"Thank you, Master."
"Your nipples are hardening with arousal."
The play of light and shadow on the Amazon's bra perfectly outlined her areolas and nipples as they pressed into the silk.
"Your lips are dry with expectation."
The Amazon's eyelids fluttered, and she ran her tongue over her lips. She swung, slightly, in her binding.
"You sweat with anticipation, as my voice rises from your breasts to your neck."
On command, sweat sprouted on the Amazon's body, glowing across her voluptuous figure. The perspiration ran from her collarbone into the crevice between her breasts; down her arms and over the muscle and sinew shifting beneath the skin of her exposed armpits.
"My voice squeezes your neck. Tightly, at first, so you can't breathe. Then loosening, allowing for air."
The Amazon's firm jaw lifted. Her mouth widened, gagging on air she couldn't swallow. The pressure released, and she grabbed a husky breath.
I've got to admit, as someone who's never done this before- never controlled anyone merely with my voice- I felt like a god toying with a helpless mortal.
"My voice stays on your neck, stays on your breasts, but it also lowers. It snaps your bra, then slides down your stomach. It tickles the hem of your panties."
The Amazon closed her eyes and bit her lower lip.
"It sneaks around to your back. Slaps your ass."
She yelped.
"And back to your front. It runs up and down your vulva, up and down, just occasionally sparking against your clit."
The Amazon panted. Her stomach and hips flexed, as if she were rubbing herself off against the air.
"Finally, my voice dips under your panties. You feel it directly against your wet labia."
Her wetness, now, had turned the whole strip of fabric between her legs into a gray splotch. Her arousal ran, along with perspiration, down her shapely thighs.
"My voice spreads you apart, pressing, rolling, spinning around and over your clit."
"Please!" she screamed, her body now flailing. "Please fuck me."
"Not yet." I admired her convulsions, her body's desperate bid for relief. "My voice circles your vagina, but it does not press in."
"Please, God, please!" The Amazon's voice reached pitches I'd never heard from her. She wailed in heat. "I need it, Daddy. Please Master. Please fuck me. Please fuck your helpless little heroine."
"My voice swirls around your vagina and then- still squeezing your breasts, still holding your neck, still circling your clit- it fucks you."
The Amazon's eyes rolled back as her mouth dropped open in a silent scream. My voice filled her pussy, stretched her out so that it hurt; but then thrusted in and out until she felt nothing but wet hot pleasure. She found her voice as the first of several orgasms burst inside her.
Shrieking, thrusting her hips against an invisible cock, the Amazon came again and again.
By the time she finished, her voice was scratchy- though still flutey and feminine- with exhaustion. She rested her forehead against her up-stretched arm. Her loins twitched in aftershock.
I walked toward her as her wispy moans slowly returned to wispy breaths.
