Shackles Ch. 06

"A..." Try as she might, Trinity couldn't stop herself from providing the expected answer. "A s-slut!"

"Very good!" Ruby praised mockingly. "So what does that make you, huh?"

"I- ah!" This time, Trinity didn't bother trying. Her struggle was merely to get her words out through her own breathless moaning. "I'm a slut! I'm a fucking slut!"

"You sure are," Casey interjected. She was reaching underneath Trinity to grope her tits, every bit as sensitive and weak as her pussy. "A needy, submissive, exhibitionist slut."

"Yes!" Trinity found herself agreeing, in a voice that made it sound completely true. "A fucking p-pathetic, exhibitionist slut!"

At that, Casey and Ruby exchanged an amused look. "You're really getting in the mood, huh girl?" Ruby said. "From the way Vi was talking you up, I figured you had to warm up pretty good. Guess I was right."

To her horror Trinity realized that her mind was her own worst enemy. Radiance had demanded 'enthusiasm'. And, as someone who'd had plenty of toppy, kinky sex, Trinity knew exactly what enthusiasm looked like. Her own interpretation of Radiance's orders was driving her to provide exactly the kind of response Ruby and Casey were looked for.

Fuck, that was devious.

And it was so hot she almost came on the spot.

Trinity couldn't understand what Radiance had done to her that made it feel fucking good, but clearly her body knew something her mind didn't. Her overwhelming sense of helplessness was curdling inside her, and becoming something altogether different: pleasure. More than even the way Ruby and Casey were groping at her, she couldn't stop thinking about the way Radiance had her bound in a multitude of mental knots, controlling her behavior, limiting her speech, and forcing her to play the role of an enthusiastic, desperate submissive. The realization of her totally and utterly she was being controlled burned through her like a fireball, further helping to reduce her into a mewling, drooling mess.

There was no doubt about it. Nothing compared to this. She'd never been so turned on before in her life. Nothing had ever been so wickedly hot, or so viscerally pleasurable. Trinity wanted to tell herself she hated it, but that felt like a lie.

What was happening to her?

"Wait a moment," Radiance called out, breaking Trinity's train of thought. "I've got someone else here who wants to join in."

Ruby and Casey backed off momentarily, allowing Trinity to turn and look. She gasped. Radiance had extended the chain connecting them - was there anything she couldn't do with that power of hers? - and was back over at the bar, and standing next to her, looking much, much better, was Daisy.

Oh no.

"Woah," Casey exclaimed. "Daisy, I'm glad you're feeling better, but are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Completely," Daisy assured her, with smooth, easy confidence. "Don't you worry. I've never been better. Vi has got me completely evened out. She gave me... um... something, I think." Her eyes turned glassy for an instant, but only an instant. "It really helped. Plus, hearing the fun you've all been having has got me really, really riled up."

Looking closer, Trinity could really see it. Daisy was still blazing with a bit of the urgent dominance she had worked so hard to instill. It was just pointed in another direction: straight at her.

"Fuck," Trinity whimpered quietly.

Radiance really was smarter than she'd given her credit for. Trinity realized what she must have done. With a combination of words and her power, she had turned the unraveling of Trinity's mind control to her own advantage. It was all a matter of what to discourage, and what to reinforce. Radiance had already proven she couldn't be dominated. That particular impulse was already dashed against the rocks, in Daisy's mind. But the desire to dominate and the need to crown herself queen bitch through deed? That all remained. And Trinity would be willing to bet plenty that Radiance had sold her on the idea that the best way to prove her top cred was to put on the best possible show of dominating and fucking the bar's current resident exhibitionist slut.

It was exactly what Trinity would have done, anyway.

Ruby and Casey exchanged a look. "You know what they say," Ruby said brightly, after a moment. "The more, the merrier!"

Daisy wasted no time crossing the room to Trinity's side. Her movements were graceful and sure, and there was no hint of the broken girl Trinity had seen just a few minutes ago. She rested one hand on Trinity's head, petting her like an animal whilst keeping her firmly pressed down against the pool table at the same time, and used the other to start massaging Trinity's ass, squeezing her plump cheeks and rolling them between her fingers. Trinity felt like nothing but a piece of meat.

"Delightful," Daisy purred. "Thank you so much. I would have hated to miss out on this. She's gorgeous."

Somehow, the praise made Trinity blush just as hard as being called a slut had. She'd never been good with praise, and the arrogant, condescending note in Daisy's voice made it that much worse. It wasn't fair! She'd been the one in control. She'd had Daisy bent to her will. Now, it was all completely flipped. Her own pathetic inability to so much as protest left her gasping in outrage and arousal.

"And you got her all warmed up for me? Even better." Daisy's hand moved from cupping Trinity's ass to feeling at her cunt, pulling her panties all the way down to around her thighs. The stimulation was already almost more than Trinity could bear. She'd spent so much of the day worked up. She couldn't take much more of this. "You girls mind if I have the honor?"

"By all means," Casey replied, clearly pleased with Daisy's recovery.

Trinity turned her head from side to side, trying to get a look at what was going on behind her. Once she managed it, though, she went very, very still. Daisy had lifted the hem of her sundress above her hips and was swiftly fixing into a place a long, large strap-on dildo. Just looking at it made Trinity's mouth water, and had her clenching her thighs together so she could rub them against one another for stimulation.

"Now, now," Daisy chided. "None of that, princess."

Trinity hated how much being called that made her cunt drip.

A sharp spank on her ass robbed her of her ability to feel indignant.

Trinity yelped, the force of the blow pressing her against the table. Daisy hadn't struck her too hard, but her ass was still deliciously tender from the punishment Radiance had inflicted on her earlier. The pain, sweet and bitter and pleasurable all at once, was like a spark setting kindling ablaze. Trinity couldn't stop moaning now.

"My, my," Daisy mused. "Someone's already been having some fun, hm? These bruises are only just starting to come in."

She looked to Radiance for confirmation. The superhero remained impassive.

"Anyway." Daisy delivered another slap to Trinity's soft, sensitive ass, and then reached down to begin slipping her fingers between Trinity's thighs. "Apart."

With a whimper, Trinity obeyed. It was all she could do.

"Wider," Daisy commanded.

Trinity did her best to widen her stance, leaving her resting heavily against the pool table for support.

"Oh, come on!" Daisy jeered. "You can do better than that, whore."

With a groan that was both arousal and humiliation, Trinity splayed her legs apart as wide as they would go. She wasn't sure why she was obeying anymore; if it was Radiance's mind control, or simply her own will, beaten into submission. It was all the same. It all felt the same. She was nothing. Powerless. A slut, a whore. How could she be anything else when she was so turned on?

"Good girl," Daisy purred. "I knew you'd be good for me, once I showed you how. Isn't that right?"

The supervillain nodded furiously. The wetness from her pussy was leaking all the way down her leg to the floor, and the cloth beneath her face was damp with her own drool. She knew that with her legs spread so wide, she was showing everything to everyone. She looked utterly shameless. It felt so fucking good.

But that was nothing compared to how good it felt when Daisy pressed the tip of the strap-on against her pussy lips.

"You want this?" Daisy laughed in response to Trinity's keening moans. "Huh?"

Trinity wanted it. What was pride? What was pride compared to the absolute pleasure of getting filled and fucked? She could feel herself breaking, but she was past the point of being able to care.

"No, no, no," Daisy mocked. "You gotta say it, babygirl."

Trinity tried to tell herself that the words pouring out of her mouth were driven more by Radiance than by her own lust.

"Fuck me!" she babbled. "Fuck me, please, please fuck me. I want it! I want your strap-on! You gotta fuck me, I want it, I want it."

She collapsed into moans. Laughter echoed around the bar, and Daisy's laughter was loudest of all.

"Well, when you ask so nicely..."

With one single thrust, Daisy pushed her plastic cock all the way inside Trinity's wet, welcoming cunt.

Immediately, Trinity saw white, and she screamed with joy. It was exactly what her body had been longing for. Trinity was used to being the dominant one, but she was no stranger to the joys of being penetrated. After being denied release for so long, it all crashed over her at once. Trinity came, every muscle in her body clenching and squeezing as she did. Then Daisy pulled back, and then ploughed her once more, and Trinity came again. And then again. And then again.

It was pure, humiliating bliss.

Trinity could almost stop caring about how degrading it was. The pleasure was almost overwhelming enough to drown everything. Almost. But not quite. Trinity couldn't quite forget about where she was, out in public, being watched by dozens of people. She couldn't quite forget about how powerless she was, or about all the things Daisy, Ruby and Casey had called her. And most of all, she couldn't forget about Radiance, standing close by, connected to her by a chain, eyes burning on her skin. Instead, all those things were churning around inside her, taking her pleasure to greater, more intense heights. The idea that she wasn't a masochist or a submissive, that she didn't enjoy being treated this way, seemed utterly absurd given that she was cumming over and over again around Daisy's strap.

Radiance had done this to her. Radiance had made her this way. Radiance had broken her.

That one thought, more than any other, echoed in her head as she lost count of her own orgasms.

"Fuck," Casey breathed from close by, voice thick with lust. "That looks good. I'm almost jealous."

Daisy didn't reply. She was just grunting rhythmically as she ploughed into Trinity, all her concentration devoting to riding the captive supervillain as hard and as perfectly as she could.

"No need for us to just stand here and watch," Ruby mused.

And with that, two more pairs of hands started ravaging Trinity's exposed, naked body.

They were everywhere. Her tits, her ass, her face, her belly, her hips. Trinity couldn't tell them apart. It was all too much. Each sensation blended into the next, into the next, into the next, and greater than all of them was the feeling of that amazing artificial cock pounding in and out of her pussy, turning her thoughts to slush and melting every last little bit of her willpower. Nothing Trinity had ever felt before came close.

"Open up, whore," someone said, as Trinity was panting through gritted teeth - Trinity couldn't tell who, she was past being able to distinguish voices. When Trinity didn't react quickly enough, a hand squeezed at her tits, cruelly twisting her nipple so that she opened her mouth to yelp. As soon as she did, her cries of pleasure and pain were stifled by multiple fingers shoved into her mouth. Trinity started sucking immediately. Everyone laughed.

"Holy shit," said someone else - Ruby, maybe. "She really is a slut. You like this, huh?"

Trinity couldn't answer, so she just nodded. Apparently, that wasn't enough. "Answer me," Ruby demanded, and slapped Trinity across the face.

The blow, though not serious, had Trinity seeing stars. She whimpered, and tried to force herself to speak. All that came out around the fingers were a series of incoherent babbles. Everyone laughed again, more cruelly than before. It was clear they were all goading one another into a frenzy.

"P-p-please!" Trinity moaned, when the fingers retreated from her mouth to give her a chance to breathe. She wasn't sure what she was pleading for. She just wanted more. She was running off pure pleasure and adrenaline. She'd had too many orgasms. Her vision was turning white.

"You gotta bring this one back another night for a second round," commented Daisy, her arrogant, feminine voice clear above the din. "She's perfect. I can't believe you found yourself a submissive like this."

Trinity kept nodding. She couldn't process Daisy's words, but she had to be eager. She had to. She was helpless. Powerless. Just a toy, just a slut. She couldn't think. She could barely breathe.

"Wait!" came a different voice, concerned and authoritative. "Stop. I think she's had enough."

Trinity whined again, this time in protest. She had to be eager. Enthusiastic. She didn't want this to stop.

Clearly, neither did anyone else. They were all too caught up in the ecstasy of the act. Daisy, in particular, kept pounding her strap in and out of Trinity, driving her to fresh heights of bliss.

"I said stop!" the voice repeated, and to her shock, Trinity realized it was Radiance.

The superhero's voice brought her back to reality, just a little. Just enough to realize the fact that she was right. She was feeling dangerously light-headed, and her nerves were being driven to their limit. She needed air. But it wasn't happening.

"Fine," Daisy replied petulantly, as Ruby and Casey backed off. "Let me just..."

There was one more thrust, and then nothing. Trinity whined tearfully as Daisy pulled out of her. But then Daisy's fingers were right there, furiously finger-fucking her cunt. Trinity humped and gyrated against them like an animal heat, desperately for just one last taste.

It proved to be too much.

As Trinity blacked out, the last thing she saw was Radiance scooping her up in her strong, perfect arms.