WARNING: This story contains graphic violence, rape and non-consensual sexual scenes. It is not suitable for children. It is intended for, and should only be read, by mature adults, over twenty-one years of age.
 
 

Fairmaiden had just completed her final, odious, disgusting homage to Devil Doll, when there was a wrapping on the dungeon door. Devil Doll jumped to her feet.  A moment later, Doctor Natas, himself, entered the hideous green room. Devil Doll flitted obsequiously to his side.

"Is our 'guest' ready, My Dear?" The "Good Doctor" purred, a wolfish sneer curving his thin, cruel lips.

"Oh, I'm sure she is Master!  She has become most cooperative!"  The scarlet demoness simpered.  "I'll prepare her!"

When Devil Doll turned back to her, Fairmaiden cowered away from her persecutrix, by now utterly terrified of provoking the demonic teen. Fairmaiden's fearful caution was useless, for Devil Doll seized her arm, and dragged her across the dungeon.

Devil Doll flung the whimpering Superheroine, naked and vulnerable, trembling in dread, down on her knees, at her demon master's feet, and held her there, by her implacable grip on flowing golden hair.

Trembling with uncontrollable terror, Fairmaiden, for the first time, looked up at the evil being, who's demonic cunning had orchestrated her defeat and disgrace.

Doctor Natas cast off his rusty, black robe. Beneath it, he was horribly naked.  His aged, corpse like body was emaciated and withered, but his male member was still huge and thick, and engorged with terrible, evil power. Fairmaiden gazed at the terrifying phallus, in dumb, paralyzed horror, with the mesmerized fascination of a helpless rabbit about to be devoured by a sinister snake.

As Fairmaiden knelt before the evil doctor, staring in stunned, terrified shock at that horrible, enormous penis, Devil Doll explained to her, in graphic detail, what she was to do. Fairmaiden hardly comprehended.

At last, grasping what was expected, the virtuous Fairmaiden stubbornly shut her mouth, whimpering in protest.  Laughing at her maidenly timidity, Devil Doll twisted the helpless Demigoddess's golden hair, until her mouth gaped wide in a squeal of pain.  At that moment, the "Good Doctor" thrust forward; his throbbing member rapaciously filling the blonde heroine's ripe mouth, with it's ancient, evil might.

Once the horrible thing burst past her trembling, pink lips, Devil Doll jerked Fairmaiden's head backward and forward so there was no choice but to mouth it's monstrous enormity.

Once the chaste demigoddess heroine orally satisfied the demonic doctor, an even more frightful ordeal awaited her. Devil Doll seized Fairmaiden's elegant, swanlike neck and twisted her body about, to vulnerably present her broad, shapely nether globes, of mouthwatering roundness, for the "Good Doctor's" pleasure.

When Doctor Natas, at last, sauntered off, strutting in triumphant satiety, Devil Doll affixed an iron collar and chain to Fairmaiden's neck, an unbreakable badge of her shame and defeat.

Perched, jocky-like, upon Fairmaiden's bent back, Devil Doll relentlessly drove her victim crawling about the dungeon floor, constantly smacking her behind to make her go faster.  Fairmaiden whimpered in weary aching pain.  Doctor Natas's potion continued to weaken her, more and more, with the passage of every minute, and even Devil Doll's trifling weight was become an unbearable burden, for she, who yesterday, was stronger than any mortal.  She wept, forlornly, at the pain. Her beautifully rounded, creamy bottom was in torment, blistered angry red by Devil Doll's hellish spanking, and, then, so viciously sodomized by the evil Doctor.

At last, brutally robbed of all her self reliant, Olympian pride, Fairmaiden whined a tearful, broken plea.

Even the demons of hell may grow sleepy, and it had been a very long day for Devil Doll, though incredibly satisfying. The young demoness yawned complacently. The hated Fairmaiden's final whimper for mercy was a high note to close the day.  Tomorrow promised to be another delightful day.  It was time to settle her abused captive for tonight.

"I suppose you have to use the bathroom before I bed you down?' Devil Doll yawned.  "Doctor Natas would be furious, if you peed on the floor!"

It had been nearly twenty-four hours, since Fairmaiden left on her evening patrol, the night before, and she needed to urinate desperately.

"Y-yes...yes.. pl-please!"  Fairmaiden whimpered, almost gratefully.

Devil Doll led the leashed superheroine, crawling on all fours, into a smaller anteroom of the dungeon.  In the corner was a large, flat box, filled with kitty litter.  Fairmaiden's heart sank even lower, when she saw it.

"C'mon we haven't got all night!" Devil Doll tugged on Fairmaiden's leash forcing her to crawl into the litter box.  "Make sure you don't pee on the floor, Slut!"  Devil Doll cautioned.

Fairmaiden knelt, miserably, in the middle of the litter box, with Devil Doll's smirking, soulless eyes glaring down on her.  Bad as she had to go, the thought of doing it in front of the hateful, snickering Devil Doll, in this contrivance meant for animals, caused untold mortification to the virtuous  superheroine, who still retained her maidenly modesty, despite the appalling vicious assaults she had endured.

"C'mon c'mon!  I toldya', we don't have all night!" Devil Doll snarled.

With a sob of desperate despair, Fairmaiden succumbed to nature's need.  Trying to stay within the cramped confines of the demeaning litter box, in her nervousness, the stream of urine ran down her leg.

Devil Doll was furious! Doctor Natas was a stickler for cleanliness, nay a fanatic, in ironic contradiction to the old adage that, 'cleanliness is next to godliness."

"Now I'll have to hose you down, you disgusting Pig!" Devil Doll snorted angrily, as Fairmaiden wept loudly, in shame.

In the other corner of the room, was a hose and a drain in the floor.  Devil Doll attached Fairmaiden's leash to a hook, so she was forced to stand above the drain.  She handed the leashed crimefighter a wash cloth and bar of soap.  Taking the hose, she turned it on, and played a stream of icy water over Fairmaiden's abused body, while the unfortunate heroine wearily washed herself.

Devil Doll nastily sprayed the water all over Fairmaiden, drenching her hair, then laughing at the bedraggled, harried look, so rare to a gorgeous Superheroine.  Of course, being a demigoddess, by the time Fairmaiden's hair dried, it would regain its normal, shimmering hue and impudent bounce.

After the harsh humiliating shower, Devil Doll chained up her abused captive for the night. Chained to the wall by a slave collar that bent her once proud neck low, Fairmaiden sniffled in humiliation and despair. How could such defeat and shame be inflicted on a demigoddess and superheroine? She wondered, miserably.

Oh, Fairmaiden, Fairmaiden! Defeated by a teenager, kidnapped, enslaved, stripped of her proud costume, repeatedly raped and abused!  What further misfortunes can befall our hapless heroine? Will no one rescue her? Will not her Divine Mother on Mount Olympus deliver her beloved daughter from this cruel ordeal, and punish the demonic evildoers?

To be continued in: The Adventure's of Fairmaiden. Chapter 3. Olympian Wrath.