The heroine strained against her bonds. A small amount of sweat formed across her brow, causing her fiery red hair to stick to her skin. The young woman couldn't break free of her restraints. With no choice she had to take in the reality of her situation.
Bright-Star, a powerful hero of her city, was strapped to a padded chair similar to those in gynecologist examinations. Leather belts bonded to her wrists, elbows, neck, abdomen, mid thighs and ankles held her in place with very little room to wiggle. The room was dim lit with little to see except her own body. And above all else, to her humiliation, she was bare ass naked.
"Ah, I see you're coming to your senses." a voice spoke from the darkness.
"More like completely senseless," Bright-Star responded "under normal circumstances I'd pop outta' this chair and slap whomever you are..."
"Whomever I am?" the voice interrupted. "I'm almost stunned you don't even recognize my voice."
The mysterious person stepped into the light. A tall man dressed in head-to-toe black attire. His features were strong but he was a bug by comparison to the superheroine. He slowly approached her, even in her restraints he was hesitant to get too close.
"Oh, it's you. Dr. Acula." Bright-Star spoke in a smug manner.
"You'll never let me live that name down, will you?" the villainous man frowned.
"What can I say? When you get caught robbing a diamond exchange, during Halloween Night, and dressed like a vampire, you pretty much deserve a dumb name given to you by the media."
"I guess every villain has their one truly humiliating moment. And that one was mine. But then again, even heroes can be humiliated too."
The man approached the young woman, this time with a little more assertiveness. When he was within range, he straightened his arm, balled up his fist and extended his index finger. And finally, his fingernail made contact with the sole of Bright-Star's right foot. With the slightest flexing of muscles, the nail scratched at the flesh. The reaction was astonishing.
Bright-Star shrieked loudly. Her instincts caused her fists to shake in her bonds. Her leg tried kicking away the assault. And her toes curled tightly. The reaction was just what the Villain wanted. He continued his attack, using all of his fingers next. Bright-Star screamed and wiggled in her bonds. Her abdomen rose and fell quickly as the unmistakable sound of laughter soon followed her outcry. The man continued for just a little longer and then finally stopped. He only tickled her sole for less than a minute, but for Bright-Star it was a hellish eternity.
"Not so super anymore, are you?"
"You bastard," Bright-Star spat "what have you done to me?"
"For a hot redhead, I'd swear you're about as dumb as a bubblegum blonde. I'd almost bet money I'd confuse the hell out of you if I told you to go sit in the corner of a round room. Or better yet you'd drown yourself trying to enjoy a scratch-and-sniff sticker at the bottom of a pool."
Bright-Star composed herself. Her stare alone easily demanded an explanation. The Villain could only roll his eyes.
"I. Took. Away. Your. Powers."
"How?"
"We've been at this game for quite some time, and through it all I've been able to study you and your abilities."
"Stalker, much?" Bright-Star taunted.
"I know your powers came from a lab accident at the local college, and a solar flare that passed over the city at almost the exact same time. And thus, your powers are linked to solar energy. So, I created the very solar lamps you sit under, but these stop you from receiving power. In simplest terms, it's just like what happens with Superman if exposed to red solar radiation. Immediately powerless."
"You know comic books are for losers, right?" Bright-Star snarled.
"I'm actually a little hurt by that statement," the Villain looked at the floor "so for that, you shall be punished."
The man stood just in front of Bright-Star's spread legs. His hands raised, fingers flexing over and over and slowly approaching the woman's bare soles. A look of terror washed over her face. This sensation, this type of torture was truly foreign to her and she did not know how to endure it. Within an instant his fingernails made contact with her feet and he did not hold back.
Bright-Star found herself screaming once again. Breasts rising and falling as air escaped her lungs. Her abs flexing as her breathing was broken to gasps. Her toes curled trying to grip the man's fingers and make him stop what he was doing. His assault was almost flawless. His nails would start at her heels and go up her arches and under the padding of her toes, then back down again. Only on occasion would his attack become random, and no less leave the poor woman shrieking. Never did Bright-Star believe she'd be tortured just from being, of all things, tickled.
The man stopped and gave the poor woman a chance to catch her breath. She was truly vulnerable. A small tear left her eye and ran down her cheek. Finally, her breathing returned to normal and she spoke.
"You are a sick bastard."
"I'm just getting started." the man grinned. "Nurse Chyler."
The sound of high heels clicked against the floor and approached. Out of the darkness entered a beautiful brunette woman dressed in head to toe white. Her outfit easily contrasting the Villain's. In her hands was a tripod with a device mounted at the end. She set up the tripod and aimed the device at the bound woman. Next she looked at the man and winked at him. Then she looked at Bright-Star and blew her a coy kiss.
"You remember Nurse Chyler, don't you?"
"Yeah, I do. Your brainwashed sex doll, allegedly."
"She's just being modest, my dear." the Villain turned to his henchwoman.
"Oh! I really like her!" Nurse Chyler finally spoke.
