BellaDonna

Year of smut 156/365

Being a powerful superheroine with vocal powers was meaningless with a heavy leather gag and five inches of numbing agent coated dildo pushed into your throat; so Victoria Damon (AKA The Scarlet Siren) was learning. It was all her agent's fault, really. She'd been so convincing when she explaining the benefit to her secret identity's career as a singer and model of a risque shoot. Victoria had gone along, confident that any problem she ran into she could solve with her magic singing. The shoot had been both off-putting but strangely pleasureable. He'd kept shooting as he added strap after strap tighening her down until she couldn't move her body at all. Then, when she'd been distracted by the strange, new, pleasureable feelings, he slipped the dildo and gag into her mouth in a single sudden motion. She was still choking on it by the time the numbing agent had deadened her ability to sing. Then he'd dissappeared. For two hours. At first the spike of fear had cut through any arousal, but the tightness of the pose, combined with the memories of how erotic it was before she was gagged was starting to get her a touch squirmy.

When the bondage artist finally re-emerged, Victoria wasn't sure what was the scariest: that he was flanked by her smirking agent and an ultra rich super villain, that he was carrying a syringe loaded with a plastic surgery paralytic that would leave her unable to sing for months, or that she felt a pulse of arousal at seeing him return...