"So, somehow she escaped. I don't know what happened, and that blond idiot in the Flying Fox costume hasn't shown up yet, either." The Queen of Hearts was fuming as she paced the floor of her sister's huge, sumptuously furnished den.
"Calm yourself, dear" purred the Queen of Diamonds. "Sooner or later, she will return to League headquarters, and our hidden camera will alert us. We can then pick her up at our leisure. In the meantime, let me thank you again for the lovely new wall decoration you brought me." Both women looked upward, and savored the sight which greeted them: the great Flying Fox, her costume in tatters, hung from leather restraints set in the wall. Her arms were raised above her head and secured by cuffs at her wrists. More straps surrounded her body at shoulders, hips, and legs, distributing her weight evenly. This had not been kindness on her captors' parts, but rather a desire to keep Flying Fox alive and conscious for further torment. She still wore her dark cowl, and the restraints did nothing to support her weary head, which drooped on her chest, red ballgag still filling her mouth. Seated about the large room were an assortment of the Queen of Diamonds' henchmen and henchwomen, reveling in the success of their boss and her sisters.
The Queen of Diamonds had been finishing her preparations for luring Power Blonde into her trap as her sister had arrived. With her was Nick, the henchman, who cradled the helplessly bound form of Flying Fox in his arms. From the look on his face, his ability to resist the passion-hungry heroine had just about run out. Flying Fox continued to writhe in his arms, nuzzle his face with her drooling mouth, and whimper through the ball in her mouth.
"Put her down," instructed the Queen of Diamonds. The man lay their captive on the ground, and the Queen of Hearts heaved a sigh and sank into a chair, relaxing her hold on Flying Fox. Immediately, the flames of passion departed the bound young woman, replaced with a shattering sense of shame, and exhaustion such as she had never known. She could feel hands unbinding her wrists, but her arms had no energy in them. All her instincts were to strike at her enemies quickly and savagely, but the Queen of Hearts' spell had left her too weak even to try and move. Flying Fox gave no resistance as the leather restraints were lowered from the wall, applied to her body, and then lifted up again, so the helpless heroine hung from the wall for her enemies' amusement.
"Let's take off her mask. Don't you want to know her secret identity?" asked Nick.
"Who cares?" replied the Queen of Diamonds. "Whoever she was before, she's ours now." She nodded to one of the other men. "Go ahead." There was a strange flickering of light; suddenly, the figure of a tall, cruel-looking brunette appeared in the center of the large room. Both women scrutinized it.
"Looks good," said the Queen of Hearts, "but I wish Clubs were here in the flesh, instead of just as a hologram. You know that my spell will barely have any effect on Power Blonde."
"Don't worry," came the Queen of Diamonds' reply, "I've told you, this lasso has enough power to captivate even Magna-Maid, and Power Blonde is no stronger than she. Besides, you know how impulsive dear Clubs can be. The place would get wrecked, Power Blonde would likely defeat her, and we'd still have to do it my way. And, now, unless I'm very much mistaken, here comes proof of the image's effectiveness."
There was a shattering crash, and part of one of the walls gave way. Through it stepped an angry figure in tight-fitting blue leotard and skirt, red cape swirling behind her.
"All right, your Club-ness, it's time that you and I had it out once and for all." Power Blonde gave a toss of her head, golden tresses dancing. Her blue eyes grew thoughtful, and she peered more closely at the unmoving image before her.
"Sorry, blondie, she's not here." Power Blonde turned to see that she had an audience: the two redheaded supervillainesses and an assortment of goons and lackeys. The heroine was startled, but not deterred.
"Well, then, if your moose of a sister isn't here to protect you, you'd all be wise to turn yourselves in to the police right now--it will save the trouble of my carrying you there in small pieces." The super-powered blonde sneered at her opponents: what would she ever have to fear from this assortment of cheap crooks?
"Oh, dear," smiled the Queen of Diamonds. "Well, then, if I'm going to jail, perhaps you'd keep this for me until I get out." With that, she took the golden lasso she had been wearing on her belt, swung it in the air, and threw it over Power Blonde's shoulders. The lasso settled gently about Power Blonde's arms. The startled superheroine looked at the Queen of Diamonds as though she'd lost her mind.
"If that's the best you can do, then you're not as clever as they say. I'll just snap this thing-" Power Blonde broke off as she realized that the easy shrugs which should have been sufficient to break such a thin cord had done nothing to free her. The Queen yanked harder on the lasso, and its unbreakability almost caused Power Blonde to topple over.
"All right, now I'm mad," Power Blonde stormed at the villainess. "I'm going to--"
"Kiss my feet." The Queen of Diamonds finished the sentence.
"What??? I'm not going to kiss your feet, I'm going to…." A strange look came over Power Blonde's face "I'm going to…kiss…your…feet." And with that, the enthralled heroine knelt at the Queen of Diamonds' feet. She lowered her proud head, and the Queen's feet disappeared in a curtain of silky blond hair.
"Very nice, Not-So-Powerful Blonde," snickered the Queen. "Something you've always wanted to do?"
"No…No…I…I…" Power Blonde could only stammer.
"I…I," mocked the Queen. "I'll tell you what it is. It is the lasso that once belonged to your friend, Magna-Maid. I borrowed it while she was a little too…ummm..'tied up' to need it, and so I've decided to put it to good use." The Queen held the lasso, and walked around the kneeling beauty, drinking in Power Blonde's helplessness. "Put your hands behind your back," she snapped. The helpless heroine complied. "Now, you will hold still while I fasten you a bit more securely." Unable to resist, Power Blonde could feel the woman draw her wrists together, and encircle them with the fine cord. After several turns ensured that she could not get free, the villainess moved on to Power Blonde's torso, looping the lasso around and around her captive's chest. Each turn was pulled tightly, and Power Blonde was astonished to discover that she could feel the biting pain. She was invulnerable to mortal weapons, but not to this enchanted artifact. "Now, just relax for a moment," giggled the Queen. Power Blonde continued to kneel as straight and tall as she could, to try and preserve what was left of her dignity. Suddenly, the Queen of Diamonds delivered a vicious kick to Power Blonde's back. Though it didn't really hurt the superheroine, the force was enough to knock her flat on her face. Helplessly, she lay face down on the ground, her vision obscured by the curtain of blond hair falling across her eyes, which she was powerless to brush aside. She could feel well enough, though, and the power of the magic lasso ensured that she could feel the thin cord binding her ankles together, and looping around her calves and thighs, biting into her skin right through her costume. She forgot that discomfort in a moment, as she felt a tearing pain in her scalp, and the Queen of Diamonds yanked her back to her knees by her hair.
"Oh, this is just too delicious," crowed the Queen. "All right, my proud beauty, let's see how mobile you can be on your knees." With that, she released her captive's hair, picked up a dark-colored object, and threw it to one of the grinning henchman. She indicated him with her hand. "Now, on your knees, I want you to go to this man; he is now your master." Trembling with rage, the bound heroine had no choice. To scuttle on her knees, bound as she was, was more painful mentally than physically, but the pain was real, all the same.
"Kiss his feet." Again, the golden head dipped forward, and the man's shoe disappeared in a wash of blond hair. "Raise your head." Power Blonde obeyed. "Now, I want you to look at what your master is holding." The man held out the dark object, which turned out to be a phallic-shaped piece of rubber, several inches long, with straps attached. Its vile purpose was clear. "Ask him to gag you with it."
Power Blonde's body trembled as she attempted, without success, to resist.
"Please gag me with that," muttered the girl. There came a tug on her leash.
"Louder, slut, and address him as 'Master'."
"Master, please gag me with that."
The thug looked ready to comply, but a glance from the Queen stopped him.
"Well, slave, your master must be displeased with you. Perhaps he doesn't understand just how badly you need that. Beg. Beg him to put that right into your mouth."
Near tears, the humbled heroine choked, "P-please, master. I-I beg you to put that in my mouth."
"All the way in," snapped the Queen.
"All the way in my mouth, I beg you, master." The Queen nodded, and the man reached down to the helpless woman at his feet.
"Open" ordered the Queen. Now, tears of shame began to fill Power Blonde's eyes as she was forced to part her full, red lips. The thug, still awestruck by the opportunity his boss had offered him, nearly trembled as he brought the rubber phallus to Power Blonde's mouth. He reached one hand behind her and cupped the back of her blond head; with the other hand, he began to insert the gag into the captive's mouth. Though Power Blonde tried to reach down into herself for some source of strength to counter the lasso's spell, there was nothing she could do as she felt the disgusting prod forced deeper into her mouth, reaching back into her throat. Pathetic grunts and moans came from Power Blonde's violated mouth, and her captor delighted in the sounds.
"Savor it," gloated the Queen. "Caress it with your lips and tongue, but I am NOT commanding you to enjoy it!" At this, there was a burst of laughter from the audience, made heartier by the sight of Power Blonde, with her lips working on the gag in her mouth, leather straps hanging around her face. She didn't know if the lasso's power could have made her enjoy what she was doing, but at the Queen's command not to enjoy, her natural revulsion seemed to grow even more. Shame and humiliation were mixed with a very real fear that she might choke on the disgusting thing.
"All right, fasten it on her."
Breathing heavily, the man then took the arrangement of straps and secured the foul gag more firmly in her mouth, drawing the straps over and behind her head, and fastening the buckles tightly over her shining hair.
"Now, Power Blonde, I think you can join your friend." For the first time, Power Blonde's blue eyes raised to the wall above her captor's head, and she saw the bound figure of Flying Fox. Her eyes were clenched closed. She had seen it! Flying Fox had been conscious, and had witnesses her friend's humiliation; she must have shut her eyes when the sight became too much to bear. At a signal from the Queen, two of the men lifted the blond captive, and, with the Queen still holding the end of the lasso, deposited her on the floor below Flying Fox.
"Now, Power Blonde, I command you to lie still." The bound heroine looked around the room. All she saw were men and women thoroughly enjoying the sight of their most powerful enemy humiliated and helpless. "What's all this?" The deep, disgruntled voice of the Queen of Clubs sounded as she entered the room. Over her shoulder she carried the shapely, tape-bound figure of the sorceress, Spellina.
"It's just I told you, my dear. I was able to handle Power Blonde just fine."
"I'm telling you, she's too dangerous for you to keep around here, even like that. You should let me finish her once and for all."
"Come, now," the Queen of Diamonds indicated the bound blue-clad figure on the floor. "You can see how helpless she is." She reached down and took hold of the gag strap running over the top of Power Blonde's head. She shook the girl's head, and drool spilled out the sides of her mouth around the vile gag. "I really doubt she'd let me do this to her if she wasn't totally in my power. Now, let's have no more of such talk. Why don't you share your contribution with all of us?"
Muttering under her breath, the Queen of Clubs tossed her burden to the floor. Spellina landed painfully on her rump; bound as she was, she had no way to try and break her fall.
"Well, I must say, you did a fine job of wrapping this parcel." The Queen of Diamonds regarded the captive sorceress: her long, dark hair had been pulled across her face, forced into her mouth, and taped in place, with what seemed like yards of duct tape. More of the tape wound around and around the shapely figure, and the assembled thugs were marveling at the curves so heightened by the bondage. "What's the matter, Spellina-cat got your tongue? Or is it something else?" By now, Spellina had learned not to even try and speak with a mouthful of her own hair. "All right," continued the Queen, "let's get these two displayed next to their friend. We'll make this room into our own 'Hall of Heroines.'" Several men and women eagerly came forward to begin the process of changing the bound women's restraints. The Queen of Diamonds handed her end of the lasso to her powerful sister. "Clubs, dear, you keep an eye on them. Hearts and I will see if there's any sign yet of our precious Princess Daphne." It hardly seemed possible, but the Queen's laugh was crueller than ever as she left the captured heroines to the tender mercies of the Queen of Clubs and the henchmen and women.