The Blue Bolt Meets The Colonel

Diane had laughed and replied, "She's nothing special, besides, you can't see as much of her as the other women. Sister Gold is practically naked!"

"All the better," replied her husband, "she has an air of mystery the others lack." Jim had gotten a positively devilish look on his face and said, "Remember our deal, honey? Each of us is allowed one fantasy fling with no strings attached. I'm changing mine from Anne Hathaway to the Blue Bolt."

Diane donned an irked look and replied, "O.K, dearest, in the unlikely event that the Blue Bolt asks you to make love to her, you have my permission."

"Like that is going to happen!" laughed her husband before the conversation moved into safer waters.

Suddenly Diane's mind came crashing back to the present. It appeared that the Colonel was going to signal the Mind Bender again.

"No!" shouted Diane as she reached for the catch of her bustier. The lithe superheroine's spectacular and very large breasts were exposed to the harsh light of the enclosure. A combination of the chill of the room and nerves caused Diane's nipples to become hard. The Colonel gazed at her prominent tits, light brown areolas, and sharp pink nipples and licked his lips. Behind the camouflage mask, Diane managed to stifle her tears as she handed the garment to the clerk. It disappeared into the same box that contained the rest of her costume. Meeting the Colonel's hot gaze, Diane defiantly tugged at the hem of her blue panties. Diane's neatly trimmed brown thatched box came into view. Diane's eyes never left the Colonel's as she handed over her last bit of clothing.

The colonel broke the gaze and his eyes took a lustful tour of her exposed flesh. Diane understood instinctively that trying to cover herself with her hands and arms would be counter productive. She allowed her abductor to drink in her nudity. She imagined that this was as bad as things were likely to get. The Colonel had never encountered a more beautiful woman than the one before him now.

"Your mask, woman. You shall have no secrets from me."

"Colonel, I'm naked. No one knows who I am, please don't ask that of me!"

A twisting intense pain manifested itself in every atom of her body. Diane struggled to remain on her feet.

"I require obedience!" bellowed the Colonel.

Diane's composure fled with her last protection. Her mask and its beautiful camouflage visage appeared in her hands and tears streamed down her cheeks. She had never been without her mask before, not even in the presence of the president! Diane stifled a gasp as the face the world knew as the Blue Bolt's was confiscated.

The Colonel was stunned, without the mask, the Blue Bolt was just as beautiful. The face behind the high-tech mask was every bit as enchanting as the false projection. This face appeared more vulnerable and softer, however, also somehow younger, still it could have graced that of many fashion models. The Colonel understood he had been granted a view no other man had ever previously claimed. Diane wiped the tears from her face and tried to force the look of supreme bravery and confidence to her countenance. The mask had made that task so much easier. The confidence it imparted was more than psychological. Behind her mask, Diane could never fail to be super. Without the mask, she was simply Diane Wooters, anonymous secret service agent, wife, friend, and daughter. In a very real sense, Diane and the Blue Bolt were two separate people.

The Colonel's eyes focused on Diane's crotch, like many decadent western women, the Blue Bolt unashamedly wore pubic hair. Even though it was neatly trimmed, the Colonel despised its presence. A properly submissive woman kept her private parts hairless, like the women of his home country. "She is our prisoner, so she shall live according to rules of our nation." the Colonel thought quite delightfully.

The Colonel next donned a pair of latex gloves. Diane's eyes grew large with fear and revulsion.

"Your government does not allow my people to retain their dignity. Why should you be an exception?"

Diane tried to back away but her feet refused to obey her brain. She felt the alien presence of the Mind Bender and realized that any hope she had to preserve her dignity was nonexistent. The Mind Bender in his VR rig went into a squat and coughed and so did Diane. While she was squatting, unable to rise, the Colonel's latex clad fingers moved closer and closer. Diane wanted to vomit as the digits of her profound enemy entered her pussy. The Colonel smiled broadly as he felt up the proud super-heroine.

It seemed to Diane that her captor was taking far longer than necessary to complete his task. After an interminable interval, Diane felt the Colonel's large index finger enter her anus, forcing a surprised grunt of displeasure from her throat.

After sufficiently humiliating Diane, the Colonel stood, withdrew the gloves and waved them under his nose so that he could savor her essence before removing them and tossing them in a trash can. The guard handed the Colonel a camera.

"Prisoner, stand over there." he barked at Diane indicating a wall marked off in metric measurements. Diane stood where directed. The Colonel captured her from all angles and took far more pictures than he needed before he returned the camera to the guard. Diane had wanted to keep the angry scowl on her face but she felt her lips turning up as the Mind Bender forced her to smile. Diane raged within, those pictures would have profound propaganda value. America's darling super-heroine delighted at being a prisoner!

Next, Diane's fingerprints were taken. Her secret identity would vanish if her captors were able to tap into the federal fingerprint database, a feat they had accomplished at least twice in the past. For her cover as Secret Service agent, her prints were on file. It was a concession to verisimilitude that she never imagined would come back to haunt her.

After the ink was removed from her fingers Diane was made to stand before a harsh brick wall before an open drain. The Colonel let loose with a torrent of ice cold water from a hose nearly as large as one designed to fight fires. Diane was forced back against the wall by the force of the water, even so, she barely remained on her feet. Every part of her from her long brown hair to the soles of her feet felt the impact of the water, her skin broke out in goose pimples and her nipples became rock hard. Just at the point where Diane concluded that she would drown, the onslaught ceased.

Diane sputtered for breath as she reached for the towel, the only nicety she had so far been granted, proffered by the Colonel. Mind Bender eyed her sopping wet form hungrily and the Colonel wore an irritated expression while Diane dried herself off. When she was as dry as she was going to get, or at least, dry enough for her captors, the colonel retrieved the towel.

"OK, give me my degrading uniform and lock me up. Let's end this peep show." the partially dry woman stated, manifesting far more of the Blue Bolt's confidence and swagger than Diane thought herself capable of.

The Colonel was not intimidated in the least by Diane's show of bravado.

"You Americans, so arrogant, so barbarous. As I told you, bitch I am in control here. This ends when I say it does. You will be in your cell shortly, but your night is not finished yet. You still resemble a barbarian. As a prisoner of F.I.S.T., you shall abide by our laws. We do not OWE you a trial, we offer you one out of the goodness of our hearts. Our laws are not your laws. Our ways are not your ways. Your best option, woman, is obedience to me. It can either com willingly of my associate, the Mind Bender, will compel you. We had to get quite forceful with the one you call the Gecko. He too was full of American arrogance and pride. Perhaps, after he is sufficiently chastened, I will instruct the Mind Bender to restore his vision and return movement to his limbs."

After a moment to let his threat sink in the Colonel whispered to the guard who handed his leader a small satchel.

"Your cell is this way, bitch. Soon the one adjoining yours shall house the one you call Sister Gold. She is no doubt as arrogant and barbarous as yourself. In a short time, all of the so-called American superheroes will be housed here and your backward nation shall be ripe for harvesting. With them out of the way, your decadent arrogant nation of barbarous people will be woefully unprepared for our attack. The Mind Bender has developed ways to incapacitate an entire army! We will tear your nation from its high perch and cast it into the pit where it belongs. Oh, our victory shall be glorious!"

Diane felt a foreboding along her spine that had not been present before. IF the Mind Bender could mass produce his ability, America would be powerless. The Colonel opened the jail cell door. Within Diane spied only a simple cot, a blanket, and a bucket for a toilet.

"Get in!" growled the Colonel.

Her heart beating loudly Diane forced herself to enter the cell.

"Lie down!" hissed the Colonel.

"No!" Diane screamed. She made a step backward and then she felt the alien presence of the Mind Bender inside her skull once more. "No!" repeated Diane as she felt the alien force seize her body and compel her forward. Diane's mind rebelled and every fiber of her being fought the mental invader. Still, she ended up on her back on the cot. The Colonel leered at her.

"You western women have no sense of decorum. Our women keep their sexes bare as instructed by the Prophet. Living under our custody, means you follow our customs. The Colonel opened his small satchel and Diane's heart sank even further. From the bag, the Colonel produced a small can of shaving cream, a pair of cuticle scissors and a brand new disposable razor.

"Please! Don't!" cried Diane.

"When my people desired to live in peace, when we asked your president to stop what he was doing did he listen to us? Neither will I listen to you."

Diane felt her thighs involuntarily part, exposing all of her femininity to her captor. Diane abhorred the bald look. Her mind returned to the one time she had ever been hairless down there. It was her first college boyfriend. A man she had once admired and loved deeply. The relationship soon became sexual and, at first, Diane was quite content. But Diane could never quite satisfy him. He tried to alter her manner of dress and attempted to choose her friends. He asked her many times to shave for him but Diane had refused. If it was to be done, she argued it should be her decision. The boyfriend apparently dropped the issue but several weeks later she was studying at his apartment. He gave her a smoothie he had made. Diane stretched out on the couch for a suddenly needed nap. She awoke naked the next morning in his bed, every trace of pubic hair shorn from her body. Only then did she realize just how abusive and selfish the man she thought she loved actually was.

Diane broke the relationship off immediately. Shortly after her bush had grown back, she met Jim, a man who was wonderful and loving in ways that her previous boyfriends had never been. Jim loved her for who she was and just as she was. The thought of her husband made her even more depressed and fearful. "Will I ever see him again?" Diane found herself thinking. She battled the finality of that thought with everything she possessed.

The Colonel entered her field of vision as he approached Diane's mound, the cuticle scissors in his hand. He gathered up finger-fulls of her sacred place's covering and began clear-cutting the forest. Diane watch horrified as the Colonel deposited his trimmings in a small cedar box. He began whistling absentmindedly to himself, like a man engaged in mindless relaxing work. Diane could do nothing as her pussy was bared. Bad memories mated with this current indignity and Diane wanted to vomit. Her tummy fluttered in appalling ways as the Colonel finished the preliminaries and began applying shaving cream to her crotch. Wetting the razor with his spit, the Colonel took an agonizingly long time to completely denude her privates At times, he forced his fingers inside her so that he could part the lips of her sex and chase down any trace of hair. Diane tried to look away to close her eyes and imagine herself a million miles away. The Mind Bender refused her ability to do anything but stare as the evil terrorist commander completed his humiliating work.

"Finished!" he exclaimed at last. "Now you are a woman worthy of a real man. All you have been with is American running dogs. Let me show you what you have missed."

Diane's horrible day became that much worse when the Colonel lowered his mouth to Diane's pussy. The Mind Bender smiled behind his mask and Diane recognized the first tinglings of orgasm! "No!" She cried, attempting to force her thighs together. Her mind was completely divorced from her body. Diane was powerless as the Colonel's lips, tongue and fingers compelled an orgasm out of her. Her cries of pleasure were simultaneously cries of despair, shame, and frustration.

The Colonel rose and wiped Diane's juices from his lips with the back of his hand.

"Like all American woman, you reveal yourself to be a slut." The Colonel laughed uproariously. Diane attempted to hang her head in shame but was prevented from doing so by the Mind Bender.

As the Colonel stood, Diane could not help but notice the huge bulge in her tormentor's trousers.

"You Americans always taking what you want. Well, I shall take as well"

Diane's eyes flew wide in terror as she noted the Colonel's hands reaching for his belt buckle and the fly of his pants. After a loud "NO!" all that issued from Diane's lips was a sibilant hiss. The Colonel's huge cock came into view, like the prow of a ship ahead of his shaved cock and balls. Diane fought against the Mind Bender's invasion. Her powerlessness was every nightmare come to life. The horror multiplied as her already moistened pussy became even wetter. To her utter horror, Diane's own juices involuntarily flowed through her sex. The Colonel rudely forced his cock into Diane with a satisfied grunt. He began pumping with slow deliberation, forcing himself as deeply into the supine super-heroine as possible Diane wanted to cry out and rain curses down upon her abuser. Instead, her ears filled with the sounds of her own moans of pleasure. The Mind Bender was causing Diane's body to release its most intense orgasm ever. In consternation, she came just as the Colonel released his load deep inside her. Diane's body flushed crimson with shame. The Mind Bender's presence receded and Diane was, at last, able to hang her head in shame.

The Colonel tugged his pants up over his rapidly deflating manhood and gloated.

"See, woman, you are nothing more than a slut. Like all western women you respond to the power and charm of a real man."

He waited until Diane met his gaze again. She stared hotly at her tormentor. Any words she might have said vanished from her throat when she heard the Colonel's final words.

"After your trial, where you are certain to be found guilty, I will ask the judge to gift me you as a spoil of war. Perhaps, after you have birthed a dozen or so fine and noble sons to replace some of those men your government has killed, I will return you to your miserable country."

Both the Colonel and the Mind Bender shared a laugh before striding out of the cell. As he left the room, the Colonel doused the lights. In tears, Diane found the subsequent darkness the most horrifying yet.