ESCAPE OF A SUPERHEROINE

I peered around the corner, cautiously, hoping not to see any of the seemingly-thousands of guards that were patrolling the complex. The way was clear, and I signalled to the Masked Avenger that we could continue. It was cold in this deserted, dark, silvery corridor - especially given our lack of clothing. The Masked Avenger had her mask and nothing else, whilst all I had was a pair of black latex opera gloves - and whilst they kept my arms warm, they didn't do much for the rest of me.

So, what were two virtually-naked women doing running from hiding place to hiding place in the secret, underground lair of the supervillain known as the Snake? Well, that's another story... all you need to know is that we were cold, frightened and vulnerable, and all we wanted to do was escape. Well, all I wanted to do was escape. The Masked Avenger had other plans - despite her nakedness and the ease by which both of us had been captured earlier, she still wanted to bring the villain to justice.

"Try that door," she hissed.

I quietly turned the handle and pushed, but it was locked - just like all the others.

"This is hopeless," I whispered, "we'll never find our way out of this labyrinth."

"Just be grateful that we haven't been discovered yet."

Somehow, by pure luck, we hadn't - we'd seen many guards patrolling, but thankfully they hadn't noticed us quickly ducking out of sight to hide as they passed. What would an army of evil henchmen do if they found two naked women wandering the corridors they were guarding... two naked women who had escaped their bonds and were engaged in a bid for freedom? I shuddered, trying to put such thoughts out of my mind.

"Feline! In here!" my superheroine friend and lover hissed.

She had found an unlocked door, and I quickly followed her into the pitch black room. I closed the door behind me as she turned on the light. It was a locker room, adjoined by a changing room and a shower room. I guessed that this was where the guards changed between shifts. Possibly not the most sensible place to be, but at least it had broken the monotony of the endless corridors. I ventured further into the room, past the lockers, to the changing room - many benches with hooks for hanging clothes indicated a very large population of guards.

"Feline!" hissed the Masked Avenger, "I can hear someone coming! You distract them and I'll..."

I didn't hear the rest of what she said, since the door to the locker room had closed behind her. The last thing I wanted to do was distract a guard... I quickly dashed to the door and pulled it open an inch (after turning off the light) so I could peer out into the corridor. A group of guards were advancing towards my hiding place, chatting with each other in a light-hearted way, and the Masked Avenger was nowhere to be seen. I couldn't run out into the corridor now without being seen, so I had to find somewhere inside the changing room to hide... but where?

I gently closed the door, and paced slowly through the darkness to the shower room. Hopefully, they weren't the most hygenic of guards, and would be in a hurry to get home. Hopefully.

The lights flickered on, and I suddenly felt very exposed - standing naked apart from a pair of gloves on the cold, white, tiled floor of the shower room. Multiple shower heads loomed over me in this communal shower - there was no place to hide if someone came in. I could hear the conversation of the guards as they talked about their day, about sport, about beer, about cars, about women... the usual topics of men. I found a wall to lean against while I waited for them to change and leave - I idly examined my gloved hands, picking off any pieces of dust that they had accumulated through the adventure, playing it cool. I tried to think of some plan of action for if I was discovered - I could never overpower that many guards... so what was I to do? My question was soon answered.

"Who are you?" said the naked henchman who had just wandered into the shower.

He was well-built, and I made sure that I slowly looked him up and down before responding. At least he hadn't recognised me - he can't have been involved in my abduction. I racked my brains for a plausible response, thinking along the lines of pretending to be lost, but he would never buy that... and the words of the Masked Avenger kept coming back to me, asking me to distract them.

"Erm... I'm a reward. Your reward. For being such good henchmen."

I smiled, nervously, while he grinned like an idiot. Then he took two strides towards me, grabbed my arm and span me around so I was facing the wall. He pressed me against the wall, hard, and reached down between my legs... I was surprised more than anything by the speed of his response... and there I was, my breasts pressed hard against the cold tiled wall, feeling rather helpless as I was overpowered by his strength, as his fingers penetrated me from behind... making me wet enough to take his hardening cock... and then his fingers withdrew and he pushed his full length into me, making me gasp... he used both of his hands to keep me firmly pressed against the wall as he slowly pumped into me... I struggled initially, but soon I was enjoying it as much as he was, anonymous sex in a communal shower, taking me higher and higher... I felt him tense and press me even harder into the tiles as he came inside me...

But I wasn't satisfied. Not yet, anyway.

"Hey, guys!" he called to his colleagues, "Look what the boss has given us!"

He grabbed my arm and pulled me out into the changing room - I staggered after him, off-balance, and suddenly felt very naked as ten pairs of eyes looked me up and down.

"Isn't that the girl we captured yesterday?" said one of them.

"Yeah - how did she escape?" said another

"What's she doing in here? Except for giving Lucas a good time?"

"Do you think the boss knows?"

"Does the boss have to know?"

"You mean..?"

"She did say she was our reward..."

"Anyone got any rope?"

"Yeah, I might have something suitable..."

And, with that, I was ushered into the locker room - my gloved hands were held firmly as a large ring-gag was pulled between my teeth and fastened tightly behind my head, forcing my mouth wide open. Next, a pair of handcuffs were padlocked to the back of the gag - my hands were raised to the back of my head, and my wrists quickly encircled tightly by the metal cuffs... And then my captors let go, watching me struggle in vain, my hands bound to the back of my head, my mouth wide open and inviting.

"It's time for a shower," one of the henchmen grinned, slapping my bum, hard.

I jumped, and tried to back away from him, but was stopped by another henchman. This was quickly getting out of hand, but at least I was doing my job of distracting them. Plus, the henchman who had discovered me in the shower originally hadn't fully satisfied me... I wanted more. Much more. I span out of the grip of my captors and led the way to the shower, as half a score of quickly-stripping henchmen followed me. The showers came on around me, spraying luke-warm water into the room, and I was briefly reminded of my university days when I was the mascot for the rugby team...

A hand gripping my right buttock pulled me from my reverie, and I turned to press my body against the owner of the hand, pressing my gagged lips to his ungagged lips as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. This was going to be fun. He picked me up and impaled me on his hard, soapy cock, returning my kiss, his hands supporting my bum and back as I wrapped my legs around him... with my hands bound as they were, I couldn't support myself to ride him properly, but still managed to jiggle a little... not nearly enough stimulation for the fire growing inside me, but more than enough to make him shoot his load inside me within minutes. As he let me back down onto the floor, I was grabbed from behind - rough hands bent me down forwards as I was impaled from behind, drool slowly escaping my gag as I felt my arousal growing further still, rough hands grabbing my breasts and playing with my hard nipples... Another guard approached and grabbed my hair, guiding his huge cock between my gagged lips, and soon I was being pumped from both ends... I was so hot and horny now, I almost imagined steam coming off where the water hit my body... It soon developed into a race between the three of us, who would come first... I was burning now, filled, moving with the henchmens' thrusts, groaning loudly into the gag... grinding on the cock behind me, hungrily licking the cock before me... pulling at my bonds in vain, wanting to get my hands on as many henchmen as possible, wanting more and more and more... the henchman behind me came first, filling me, a moment before the henchman in front filled my mouth with the seed of his arousal...

And while I panted, getting my breath back, still unsatisfied, I heard one of the guards talking into his radio, announcing to all of his colleagues on patrol in that endless labyrinth of corridors that there was fun to be had in Locker Room 4. I was certainly doing a good job of distracting as many guards as possible... but still hadn't had that satisfaction I craved...

Another guard grabbed me by the nipples and led me into the changing room, laying me on a bench on my back before he kneeled astride me, grabbing my breasts and pushing them together so that they enclosed his hard cock. He began to thrust, my nipples hardening as they were trapped between his fingers, while his cock hardened further between my wet, soapy breasts... I looked down at the head of his cock, as it thrust back and forth towards my wide-open mouth, and tried to reach it with my tongue... one touch was all that was required to set him off, and he shot load after load of hot cum into my mouth, onto my face and onto my breasts as he withdrew. I closed my eyes and licked up what I could, moaning softly as I felt a pair of hands part my legs and a tongue penetrate my sex... I was so hot, it didn't take long before wave after wave of wonderful orgasm washed over me, making me wriggle and writhe in pleasure on that changing room bench. But still it wasn't enough.

Reinforcements had arrived, and I wanted more. Every position was experienced, every hole was filled, every one was satisfied over the next few hours... I was passed from henchman to henchman, and pleasured each one in a different way while I enjoyed orgasm after orgasm... but they never released me from my bonds... and still more henchmen arrived for their share of the fun... and once I had exhausted the last one, the first one was ready for more... and so the cycle continued...

But eventually, it had to end. I blinked, yawning into my gag, not knowing exactly where I was - I must have fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion. I hope they hadn't taken offense. I was standing upright, in pitch blackness, in what felt like a very narrow box... they had locked me in a locker! My hands were still bound to the back of my head, my mouth still securely gagged... and all I wanted to do was reach down to my nipples which for some unknown reason hurt like hell... but I also wanted to reach down to the yearning warmth between my legs that wanted even more attention... but my bonds denied me that satisfaction, so all I could do was wait for the henchmen to return to use me again. I closed my eyes and tried to get as comfortable as possible, to try to get some sleep - I would need to be well-rested.

I was startled awake by the locker being opened - I blinked in the light as I saw the Masked Avenger, in her full costume, smiling. I staggered out of the locker and into her arms, relieved to see her - I was feeling so exhausted still, I didn't think I could entertain the henchmen again.

"You did it," she grinned, as she slowly unlocked my bonds.

"I did?" I asked, working my aching jaw once she'd removed the gag.

"You distracted enough guards for me to get to the Snake. He's now safely in police custody... you've saved the city."

I didn't reply. I was too tired to think. The Masked Avenger wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and supported my weight as we staggered together out of the locker room and along the corridors to the exit of the underground lair. And all I could think about was getting home and slipping into a nice, hot, candlelit bath... preferably with the Masked Avenger.

But then I heard another voice, a guard's voice: "Slap her - the silly bitch has passed out!"

I couldn't work out where the voice had come from, or what it meant. And the Masked Avenger certainly didn't look like she'd heard it. I blinked... and then awoke... I was kneeling on the floor of the shower, affixed to a grill in the centre of the floor by a chain attached to vicious clover clamps on my nipples. Much soapy water was draining down the grill, and I watched it for a moment before a hard slap on my ass brought me back to reality. I was still wearing the ring-gag, still had my hands cuffed behind my head... but now was securely tethered in the centre of the shower in the mens' changing room. I must have dreamed the whole experience in the locker... and the Masked Avenger hadn't come to rescue me, hadn't saved the day. For all I knew, she had been captured too, and there was no hope for me...

A naked guard knelt in front of me, and pulled my head down, guiding my open mouth over his hard cock - I instinctively tried to pull away, but the sudden harder grip of the clamps on my nipples stopped me. I moaned as I felt another guard behind me reaching between my legs, and I began to swirl my tongue around the cock in my mouth.

"What's going on in here?" came a man's voice from outside the shower, sounding rather loud and rather angry.

"Erm... we're making use of our reward for being such good henchmen..?"

"Hogswash! You've been tricked," the man said, wandering into the showers and looking down at me, "but I like her style. While you guys have been enjoying yourselves, the Masked Avenger has escaped! I should punish you all for being so easily distracted... and I think I will. You will have to share your new toy with everyone else."

The guards were rendered speechless, as this authoritative man knelt down in front of me and unpadlocked my nipple clamp chain from the drain grill below me. Holding the chain, he guided me to stand upright and led me outside, through the changing room where the henchmen in various states of undress watched me go with looks of disappointment on their faces, and out into the corridor. And I suddenly felt even more naked and vulnerable... wearing just a pair of opera gloves, my hands secured to the back of my head... and everyone turned to look at me as I was led past...

"I think," the man who was leading me smiled, "that we will first donate you to the ladies changing room. I'm sure that they will enjoy having a plaything... and then you will get to see the inside of the officers' locker room, the technicians' locker room... the list goes on."

He tugged on the chain between my nipples, and I gasped. My nipples were really hurting now, and I found the whole experience very arousing. I was likely to be here a while... My miraculous escape from the Snake's clutches had been postponed indefinitely. Whilst waiting for the Masked Avenger to rescue me, I decided, I might as well enjoy myself... I was met with a cheer from 20 women as I was led into the ladies changing room. Perhaps this ordeal wouldn't be so bad after all.