Thread: Empire - City of Wonder (Black_Out and The Supple Nail)

They waited in the depths of the thrill ride of fear. Concealed in the darkened corners of the twisting and weaving passage ways. There upon the floor the magical blade sat unattended, bathed in a soft hue of red from a nearby lone emergency light. It would draw her in, like a mouse craving cheese. There was ample time though to pass before she would arrive to reclaim what was hers. Time well spent in planning her downfall. Debating over the various potential scenarios that might play out when their quarry would finally arrive. They whispered, collaborating together on how best to bring such a mighty adversary down. How long will it take until she is feeling the full effect? Conquest inquired of the man in the insidious mechanical vulturesque mask. It's hard to say with one such as she. The demented scientist known as Paradox responded while he idly played with a variety of syringes hanging from his hip. If it effects her like it would a typical woman, she'll feel it almost immediately. The mask stared out towards the bait that was her sword from under the canopy of its hood. All of my test subjects have shown strong reactions after initial exposure. The lens crafted into the metallic mask turned to regard the hunter. If, it takes hold like normal, in ten minutes it will have saturated into her brain. That's when the real fun begins. The tone of his voice was wispy and sinister and full of delight. So she'll be distracted? The mercenary kept himself limber and prepared with simple stretching routines and shifts in his stance. That should make her an easy target. Do you have anything to, subdue her? He inquired of his cohort with a sideways glance. A deep nod came from the masked doctor of despair. Oh, yes, I think this might come in handy. His gloved hand slipped beneath his thick mustard yellow robes and returned to display a sleek charcoal grey sphere resting within his palm. I call it a bondage bomb. How does it work? -------------------------- It was all to obvious in the short breath of time after Wonder Woman had reclaimed her sword that the vile erotic serum was taking hold. It seeped into her hand, warming her core almost immediately as it infiltrated into her veins, swept quickly through her body with every pump of her heart. The potent drug was drawn to her nerve endings, hacking into the very fiber of how they received impulses from the world around her. They coveted her erogenous zones most of all and sent surge after surge of thrilling arousal into their very foundations. Going somewhere, Wonder Woman? Conquest inquired as he slipped out of the blanket of shadows that concealed him, lurking a safe distance down the tunnel from Diana. There's no need to hurry, we just want a few minutes of your attention. From behind her, lobbed with a casual underhanded toss a darkly shaded grey sphere fell against the floor beneath her quivering red boots. The explosion was instant, though hardly destructive by the standards of a normal grenade. No, instead of shrapnel and searing heat being expelled from the shattered device, a spiral of sinew like rubber strands erupted from beneath Wonder Woman. They slapped across her body like a storm of wild lashing whips, curling around her athletic figure in strand after strand of resilient elastic rope. They flung about her legs, stifled her arms, and smothered every limb that they found purchase upon. One sank around her gasping shocked ruby lips, pressing firmly against the corners of her mouth as it suppressed her gasps. Another snapped right between her legs, sinking into the subtly moist fabric of her gusset and pressing flush against the folds of her flowering sex beneath her star spangled blue bottoms. Then the warmth of her body caused them to tighten, constrict, and squeeze. All the while, the drug sang to her body, calling out to her, growing clearer and clearer as it flooded her with it's perverse intentions. It suggested and beckoned her into it's inescapable embrace, mouthing at her from all around, while threatening to swallow her into the darkness of her own unthinkable fantasies. It just needed time. Time to seep into her mind, cloud her will to resist, and wipe her away. Once it had a hold, it would drag her down like an undertow. Keeping her helplessly awake, and oh so erotically comfortable and warm. Last edited Jan 9, 2019