In a city where shadows cling to the skyscrapers like a second skin, a hero emerges. They call her "Vigil," a beacon of hope in a world drowning in despair. She is the nemesis of the city's most notorious crime boss, Vincenzo "Viper" Serpente.
The first time Vigil clashes with Viper's empire, it is in an underground casino. With just a few super powered punches, she easily disables security systems, armaments, and guards alike. "Your luck just ran out, Viper," she declares, as the police storm in, rounding up all the criminals except for Viper who narrowly escapes just by the skin of his teeth. Vigil uses her breathtakingly incomparable strength to hoist up all the thugs into the paddy wagon less their devious ringleader.
The second encounter is at a shipping dock, where Viper smuggles in illegal weapons. Vigil swoops down from the darkened sky like a hawk, her lycra pink jumpsuit glimmers like a blinding streak of light. She disarms the goons with a balletic grace, leaving them incapacitated but alive. "You can't slither away this time," she boasts, her eyes meeting Viper's. All the same he narrowly escapes again albeit without any of his weapons, hundreds of millions of dollars are seized. A missed opportunity for Vigil, she will live to regret.
Each time, Vigil foils Viper's plans, the city breathes a little easier. But Viper is cunning, and he grows increasingly obsessed with capturing her. "Enough games!" he hisses, staring at a wall filled with news clippings of Vigil's triumphant exploits. "It's time to end this busybody and her haughty masquerade."
Vigil receives an anonymous tip about a human trafficking operation from a spurious source at an abandoned factory. It smells like a trap, but she cannot ignore it. She must root out all potential evil wherever it could stem from! When she arrives, her senses immediately heighten, her brilliant faculties hum with anticipation. As she navigates through the eerie, misty labyrinthine corridors, she feels it--a shiver down her spine. "Strange, I've never felt anything like that before," she wonders to herself.
Suddenly, steel doors suddenly slam shut behind her, and blinding lights flicker on. She is in a chamber filled with mirrors and smoke, each reflecting her pink bodysuited visage. An impressively imposing heroine to behold indeed. A voice echos through hidden speakers, "Welcome to your final act, Vigil."
Viper appears in one of the mirrors, then another, his image multiplying until he surrounds her. "You see, I've learned from our little dances. This room is filling with a gas that not even you can withstand, bitch."
Vigil's eyes narrowed. She glares in the direction of the voice, "Give up, Viper! You'll never win! My powers make me INVINCIBLE!"
"Oh but you see, Vigil, they do not or, at least, they won't with this new gas I had made especially just for you. You see, it will neutralize ALL of your treasured powers but good."
"No! You can't!". Vigil is convinced, "There's no way (cough!) there's no way (ugh! cough!) I've never gagged before in my life. What is this?"
Viper laughs, "This is the end for you, Vigil, or, at least, the end of the life you once knew. I'm stripping away your powers once and for all. You're losing your strength. The formula assures me you will be rendered far weaker than the average woman. I'm taking your powers of flight. Stealing your super speed. Your invincible skin, your invulnerability is permanently being reprogrammed as we speak on a genetic level to make your skin hyper vulnerable and super sensitive. Along with your emotions. You have only ever known living above us humans. Arrogantly thinking yourself superior to everyone and playing the role of a haughty, proud heroine. Cunt that you are, only now you will know what pain means and I take immense joy in instructing you of your new limits. You can believe me, my Vigil, you are discovering you are now most limited. You are becoming irresistibly ticklish and incapable of resisting any kind of sensual touch. I'm also fixing you to be afraid, so we can work on that fucking attitude of yours.
The room fills even more with a hissing gas. Vigil holds her breath, her mind races frantically. She sees at her reflections, each one a reminder of the people she vowed to protect. She couldn't fail them now. The world needs her. The human race is counting on her to always win.
Vigil commands sternly, "Let me out, Viper. I don't know how (cough!) you're doing (gag!) this (cough!) but let me out. Why? Why? Why do I feel so ..."
"Weak?" Viper interjects mockingly, "The gas, stupid, I'm erasing your powers away. You're going to be my plaything and, oh, what fun you and I will have together."
As the gas reaches her knees, her consciousness wanes. Her eyes blink. She no longer can hold her head up as she collapses helplessly onto her butt, head hanging forward. She tries to stand back up but her legs, for the first time in her life (all her life so mighty, so powerful, able perform feats of strength most super powered beings could never dream of) her legs are unable to hold her up. Not even her own bodyweight as she is consumed by the gas. Her eyes blink even slower. Her head bangs against the side of the wall. She cries and whimpers something she has never done before in her entire life. Not even as a girl her powers always protected her from that, "No! (cough!) Let me (gag!) out (cough!)" Her eyes blink and lights out. She doesn't imagine what awaits her when she'll awake. The life she once knew. The pride she once felt in herself, in her body will soon be replaced by something new. A devastating feeling she is about to become all too painfully familiar with: mortification and fear.
Vigil, once a powerful superheroine, lies shivering in the cold, unforgiving air of the vast, subterranean chamber. Her once-invincible body now is fragile and helpless, leaving her feeling exposed, vulnerable, and desperate. Immediately she feels her once powerful muscular form instantaneously atrophy into the form a petite and delicate woman. "No!" she gasps as she sleeps. No longer a statuesque and muscular goddess. The heavy steel door is sealed shut securely behind her, blocking off any chance of escape, a sense of dread settles deep within her chest. She feels the weight of despair crushing her soul, a suffocating presence that threatens and consumes her whole soul.
Vigil struggles to comprehend the extent of her predicament, her heart pounds in her chest like an angry, restless drum. The loss of her powers leaves her feeling weak, defenseless -- a sensation she hasn't experienced ever, not even in her childhood.
As the gas continues to fill the chamber, Viper steps closer, an amused grin spreads across his face. "It's time to introduce you to your new reality, my dear," he bellows awakening her, his voice low and seductive.
"I'm going to make you a prisoner of pleasure."
Vigil trembles, a mix of fear and revulsion coursing through her veins. Despite the coldness of the chamber, sweat beads on her forehead, her limbs grow heavier with each passing moment.
"Let's begin," Viper whispers softly, his eyes burning with a lustful fire. The gas immediately is sucked from the room. It's done its job. He slowly looms over her, his muscles rippling beneath his hard skin. The man is indeed formidable and Vigil is now terrified of him physically and knows he is now a direct threat. Now he holds immense power over her vulnerable virginity. With brutish ownership, Viper tugs off her boots possessively ignoring Vigil's futile protests. Next he unceremoniously unfastens the clasp on her pink latex jumpsuit and aggressively jerks it down her full length. Yanking it right off of her now petite frame. In absolute futility, she resists him but it only makes her cries louder and more pathetic. Clad only in her sheer lingerie, she is laughably a shell of her former, glorious self.
However, the fact that he holds the power to strip her of her abilities leaves her weak in the knees and startlingly this turns her on. Even though she doesn't remember a time when she ever felt hungry, the thought of being helpless makes her stomach turn. Though it titillates her, too.
Viper moves closer, his gaze lingers on her lips and trails down her body. His breath brushes past her cheek, sending shivers down her spine. His touch makes her flesh shiver and her heart race.
The thought of resisting his advances makes her feel more vulnerable than ever. Trembling, she allows him to approach, her eyes wide with fear and arousal. As Viper runs his hands along her body, exploring every curve and crevice, Vigil finds herself experiencing sensations she has never known before. A warmth spreads throughout her entire being, making her yearn for more. Despite her initial fear, she realizes the allure of the unknown surpasses her apprehension.
Her body responds, craving the thrill of Viper's touch. "No!" she cries, "You can't do this to me! I am Vigil! Great protector of the city!"
Viper scoffs, "You should learn to appreciate what it feels like to lose everything."
Vigil wants to argue, to plead, but she knows her situation is dire. "I, uh, I don't know how you're doing this to me but back up. Quit it! Stop! I can feel my powers returning to me. I do. I swear it and, uh, I'm gonna smack you in the jaw with my mighty, er, super punch. Step back, I say!" she claims as she stood before Viper wearing nothing but her lace panties and a bra.
Viper steps the toe of his boot onto one of Vigil's bare feet and snarls at her.
"Feel how vulnerable you truly are now," he snaps, lifting his foot he pushes her forward and down towards the hard concrete floor. As Vigil tumbles and then rolls on the floor, her once firm muscles gone. Her delicate limbs flail gently, highlighting her femininity and vulnerability. She feels exposed, weak, and yet strangely excited by this newfound state.
"What are you doing?" she asks hesitantly, as Viper unzips his pants.
He replies coarsely, "Doing what every male wants to do to a vulnerable woman who needs protection," he chuckles. "Doing what every thug you've ever fucked over deserves to do to you in return."
"You, sweetheart, are my prize possession. And tonight, you're invited to see just how far I can go."
He falls directly on top of her with a chuckle pulls her close, pressing his lips roughly against hers. Brushing his unshaven chin against her smooth cheek. With his hand grasping her breast firmly, he squeezes it tightly, causing her to whimper in pain and pleasure. He then grabs her ass, pulling her close so they are locked together in an embrace. She is so confused. All of these feelings are all brand new to her. Helplessness, powerlessness, vulnerability, pain, arousal, no, no. Not arousal. Couldn't be...
Rolling around on top of her, his large hands cup her bottom, the muscles in his arms flexing as he molests her.
His touch sends a shiver down her spine and her breath hitches in anticipation. Her breasts jut out from her chest, small, perky nipples protruding scratching the fabric of her lace bra, while her pussy glistenes with desire cameltoe-ing around the fabric of her panties.
Viper lowers himself on top of his fallen prey, positioning himself between her legs. His eyes burn with intensity, hungry for the sight of her body beneath him.
