Crimson Valkyrie - Halloween Horror

Re-population Plan


"Nggggghhh..." Crimson gave a long groan as she slowly came to, her mind
feeling like someone had taken a blender to her brain. Everything was warm and
foggy, and she had a hard time getting her thoughts together. Her body was
still sore, various aches and pains making themselves evident as she became
more aware of her situation. She could also feel that she was being carried,
which was fine since she felt far too exhausted and weak to even walk under
her own power. As her consciousness fully returned she could feel the powerful
arms holding her in a front carry, along with the coils of heavy rope that
were wrapped around her body. "Ah, you are awake, excellent timing." A voice
spoke in her mind and Crimson let out a soft sigh as she was gently set down
on her boot heels. The lighting in the area was dim, but she could just barely
make out that she was in a long corridor that ended with a heavy circular
door. Her captor grabbed her firmly by the left arm and pushed her towards the
door, focing the sluggish heroine to slowly walk on her own.

Just feeling the strength of her captor's grasp told Crimson it was the same
strange purple humanoid that had attacked her earlier. She had responded to a
distress call from one of her sister heroines only to find the odd looking
humanoid creature laying waste to a small area of the city. Crimson had flown
into battle, only to find that her opponent was much stronger and faster,
while also possessing a strange energy leeching touch that had slowly
exhausted her as the battle had raged on. Crimson had no idea what she was up
against and had no clue where the odd purple skinned and white spotted entity
had come from. In the end the valiant red haired heroine had taken the beating
of her life, the tattered state of her once proud costume a testament to her
captor's power. Her once pristine red and black suit had been ripped to
shreds, while her utility belt had easily been torn from her waist and tossed
aside early in the battle. She had lost her vaunted magical pistols after
several powerful blows rendered her almost unconscious and her powerful
healing factor had been taxed by the purple humanoid's brutal assault.

Crimson was stopped as they came up to the heavy steel door, her captor easily
controlling her exhausted and bound form. She wanted to try to wriggle away or
to fight back, but she was completely worn out and heavily restrained to boot.
Ropes criss crossed over her fantastic body, wrapped snugly around her
shoulders and upper arms, while her wrists were crossed behind her back and
secured with several coils of the heavy rope. Another band of rope was wrapped
around her toned stomach, secured to another set of ropes that bound her arms
above her elbows. Even if she could manage to call on her fantastic strength,
she wouldn't have enough leverage to try and break free. "It is a shame you
had to resist as long as you did, I did not wish to harm you or any of your
associates." The strange voice, a mix of both male and female tones, spoke
once more in her mind. Crimson cringed as she felt smooth purple fingertips
glide over her exposed midsection, her captor's touch easily tracing the lines
of her toned abdominals.

Finally the heavy steel door fanned open and she was pushed inside a much
larger chamber, her eyes widening in shock at what was revealed to be in the
room. The floor was covered with a strange greenish and purple alien growth,
which even ran up to the walls in places. There was a mix of technology and
organic structures in the room, but the most notable thing was who the room
held. On the far wall Crimson easily identified her super heroine friend
Alicia Harding. The powerful MMA fighter turned super heroine was hanging from
the ceiling, her arms held in large metallic shackles that completely covered
her hands and forearms. Her snug fitting pink and black leotard had been torn
to shreds in what Crimson imagined had been a rather tough fight. She knew
Alicia wasn't one to quit and imagined their captor had delivered an even more
vigorous beating to the raven haired beauty. Alicia was clearly unconscious
and her legs were spread, similar shackles covering her boots and keeping her
in place.

As Crimson's eyes continued to the scan the room she spotted several others,
starting with the black clad Shadow Samurai, another friend and fellow
superheroine. Shadow was also hanging from the ceiling, trapped in some kind
of strange organic tentacles that seemed to wrap all around her lovely body.
There was no sign of her trademark Shadow Sword and Crimson thought that she
heard a soft moan slip from the unconscious Shadow's lips as the slimy
tentacles wrapped around her tights clad legs seemed to rub and undulate
against the trapped heroine long toned legs. Next to Shadow hung another
heroine that Crimson was familiar with, the lovely Galaxy, a super powered
beauty who often visited from Maxima City. Long strange metallic tubes and
wires hung down from the ceiling, entwined over the heroine's body. Galaxy was
unconscious and Crimson could clearly make out that some of the smaller wires
had injected themselves into her lovely soft skin, their sinister purpose
unknown. Crimson tried to pull away from her captor, wanting to run over and
free her friends, but she was far to weak to even move. Her captor seized her
more firmly by the upper arms, almost sensing her desire to escape.

"All excellent specimens, and thankfully mostly undamaged during our battle."
The strange voice spoke in her mind once more and Crimson slowly began to come
to terms with the fact that she was dealing with an incredibly powerful being,
one that could direct its thoughts directly into her mind. The being slowly
turned her to face the other side of the room, where she spotted her good
friend Bethany Hunter, who was dressed in her sexy black costume as the
heroine Nocturne. Nocturne was cocooned to the wall in some of the same
strange organic tentacles that bound the Shadow Samurai, only the front of her
tight fitting uniform was fully unzipped as a pair of smaller pulsating
tentacles had slipped inside her suit, no doubt to explore the soft treasures
of her beautiful body. A large organic green blob had adhered itself to the
brown haired heroine's face, and was obviously keeping her unconscious through
some sinister means. Next to Nocturne there was a large metallic looking table
that was resting at an angle. Secured to the table was the brightly costumed
blonde heroine known to the world as Miss America. The patriotic blonde was
held fast by heavy duty shackles that were secured around her arms, waist, and
ankles.

Crimson knew Miss America more personally as a lovely young woman named
Samantha who worked for the US armed forces. Now the patriotic powerhouse was
securely trapped, a strange looking visor covering the top half of her face
while she lay prone on the lab table. Crimson also noticed that Sam's boots
had been removed and what appeared to be two strange looking purple hued
organic sleeves were now wrapped around her lovely tights clad legs. The
sleeves seemed to flow and undulate against her long sexy legs, and Crimson
knew that was probably having a rather pleasurable effect on Miss America,
whether she was aware of her predicament or not. "Again I must apologize for
having to harm you and your associates. It was not my intention, but
communication with your kind is difficult." Crimson tried to turn around to
look at her captor, but she still felt entirely too sluggish to do much of
anything. "The six of you will make a fine breeding stock to continue my
species. We were nearly wiped out by a cosmic event, but you six will provide
suitable genetic variation for the repopulation of our world." Crimson's eyes
went wide at the revelation of the alien being's plan.

"You....you can't just...take us and...use us..." She weakly argued, but then
felt her captor's hand cover her mouth, muffling her protests.
"Nnnnnnhhhmmm..." Crimson felt her head swim and her eyes fluttered slowly
shut behind her mask as she felt the strange leeching power begin to drain
away what miniscule strength she had left. "You will not be harmed, and the
process will only take twenty of your Earth years, at which point you will all
be returned." Crimson wanted to scream at the revelation of what was about to
happen to her and her friends, but everything started to feel so far away as
her captor kept its hand secured firmly over her mouth and nose. Her mind felt
heavy and clouded and sleep quickly took her as she felt her alien captor
manuevering her further into the room.