Chapter 4 - Angel Blade: Resolution--Part 4

Part 4

She came to her senses slowly, her mind surfacing by degrees as if gradually rising though gelatin. The horrible dream she'd suffered was receding as she woke, the terrible images of her dear friend turning into the wicked mutant Karin fortunately fading as she revived.

The dream was slowly replaced by an increasing burning sensation in her shoulders and wrists which accompanied a rapidly increasing pain from the junction of her thighs.

Suddenly she snapped back to reality and discovered herself exactly in the same predicament she had seen “Seiryu” in on the phone. Her wrists were bound together over her head, almost all her weight hanging from them, making her shoulders beg for relief, and her legs were bound at the knees and drawn out far to each side, forcing Blade to hang there in a terribly embarrassing and vulnerable position, her sexual portions rubbing roughly against the sharp stone.

And she was definitely Angel Blade, not Moena. Most of the time if she lost consciousness for any length of time, she would revert to her “normal” state, that of the mousy little co-ed who helped wait tables in her aunt's cafe... the young woman so easy to overlook she was never considered as the possible alter-ego of the buxom, powerful Angel Blade. But even though she must have been out for a bit, she was still in her Angel Unit form. Her helmet, corset, long gloves and leggings were still in place. More obvious than this was her functionally naked body still supported a pair of DD breasts and an aggressively curved backside, all of which would vanish when she was “just Moena”, so somehow she was still in her superheroine form. It troubled her than was the case.

But the growing pain between her thighs was the biggest trouble. Now it was Blade herself who was suspended over the great gray stone wedge, its edge rubbing unmercifully at her labia, parting them with its cold hardness and torturing her sensitive inner membranes. She discovered she could afford herself brief periods of relief by pulling herself up with her arms, but she could only manage for a minute or so before her arms gave out. For some reason, her Angel strength seemed to have deserted her, and that was the thing she understood least of all.

As her arms began to fail, the pressure on her vagina sent a shooting pain through her and she gave a loud cry.

The pain made her open her eyes, and Blade took in her surroundings as best she could with the incredible discomfort she was feeling competing for her attention.

Of the mutant who had played the role of Seiryu there was no sign now. Instead, the same two minions who had been present during the call which had drawn her here were the only ones still there.

Colonel Elaine was dressed exactly as she had been when they had battled last, wearing a kind of pseudo-military ensemble that left her naked from chest to thighs, army green sleeves and shoulders of what could never qualify as a jacket any longer, matching military officer's hat reminiscent of the kind worn by Nazi commanders during WWII atop her bright fuchsia hair. A melodramatic eye patch covered one eye, decorated with a gold skull. Yet despite the dominatrix-styled outfit, she was a surprisingly attractive female. Or rather semi-female. She had a better-than-average chest and a fine derriere, but the effect was largely countered by the very masculine erection that pointed aggressively forward from her genitals. It marked her as distinctly mutant, a specialty that seemed to be common to all of the Phantom Lady's minions in spite of their predominantly female appearance.

To her other side was General Chloe. She wore no uniform or hat, but instead a set of gold ram's horns sprouted from her purple hair just above the temples, purple skin covering her throat and chin as well as decorating her cheeks (the rest of her being a “normal” flesh tone), golden armor covering her shoulders and high goat-like leggings finishing her satyr-styled fashion statement. She was bustier than her subordinate but still not as curvaceous as Blade, and she, too, possessed an erection the size of her forearm, the glans as big as her doubled-up fist. Her right hand casually held a riding crop that she tapped absently against her outer leg.

“The device the Mistress's daughter created seems to be working just as she predicted,” observed Elaine, a tone of gloating clear in her voice.

Though General Chloe was loathe to give credit or a compliment, she had to agree.

“Yes. Our little Angel Blade seems to be locked in her Angel form, yet quite unlike her former self except in appearance.”

Her sneer turned threatening as she drew close and took Blade's chin in her hand so their eyes would meet.

“And I still remember the promise I made when last we met. I remember what happened, and I will make sure to remind you of it as well... many times.”

The burning thirst for revenge in the eyes of her captor made Moena shudder.

Chloe laughed aloud and announced, “Speaking of that, let's begin with a few gentle reminders!”

And the crop slashed out to catch Blade across her beautiful left breast, leaving a long, vivid pink welt in its wake that crossed her nipple almost perfectly at the center.

Blade gave a loud shriek and tried to pull away, but this rubbed her tender vagina across the unyielding stone edge, making her cry out again, unable to avoid the pain from either source. She tried to bring her strength to bear and snap the ropes binding her wrists but found herself unable even though she was in her Angel state, a cry of fearful frustration breaking through momentarily but quickly being replaced by another whimper of sexual pain as the effort bounced her against her tortuous perch.

“It seems our new sister doesn't care for the welcome we have planned,” observed Elaine, mockery thick in her voice.

Her associate laughed with a tone that managed to be vicious and bordering on unbalanced (which was a normal state for Chloe.)

“The Mistress said we have as much time as we need,” said the so-called general with a gloat.  “Her friends are occupied elsewhere, and unless our little playmate here was smart enough to inform someone of what was happening and where she intended to go, no one knows where she is.”

Angel Blade wasn't sure if she was understanding what they were saying or not. They were right. She hadn't told anyone where she was going since there were so few who knew her secret and none were present when the call occurred.

But it sounded as if she were actually by herself here. Did that mean that Seiryu wasn't actually their prisoner? Was she truly all alone and at the non-existent mercy of her tormentors?

Gathering what control she could manage, Blade demanded of her captors, “What have you done with Miss Seiryu? Where is she?”

Chloe threw back her head and laughed, and Blade's heart sank.

It was Colonel Elaine who moved close, bringing her face near Angel Blade's so she could gloat all the more, savoring every moment of their prisoner's torment... the moment when she realized she had been so completely duped.

“Your girlfriend is not here, Angel Slut. She was never here. The Mistress' daughter played that part, and because you are so quick to rush to the rescue, you believed her completely, not even suspecting it was faked. You didn't even bother to check, did you? No, the great Angel Blade had to rush in and be the great savior, not waiting for her friends, not even making sure the urgency was real.”

The realization that she had been so foolish added fire to the panic slowly growing within Moena's mind.

Elaine raised her hand and Blade was unhappy to see that she, too, held a riding crop.

But she didn't strike. Instead, she reached out and gently teased Blade's pristine right nipple... the one that didn't show a pink welt.

“It's a shame the Mistress has decided she wants you intact... and unspoiled.” The leather flap at the end of the crop continued to brush around the point of pink flesh and Blade was embarrassed as her nipple tightened at the contact. She flicked the flap back and forth across the nipple she was teasing. “We could have had so much fun breaking you before destroying you... but the Mistress has plans for you. It seems you are to become one of us, and so we are to treat you accordingly.”

Leaning forward, Elaine brought her purple lips down until they closed over the erect tip of Angel Blade's nipple. She sucked strongly, drawing her tongue against it as it drew even tighter, the areola becoming a pronounced patch of goosebumps.

Blade was mortified when she let a whimper of pleasure escape, but the moment she did, Elaine's sharp teeth bit down painfully. The mutant held on, not letting Blade escape, her teeth pulling at the tip of Angel's breast, not to the point of breaking the skin but likely hard enough to leave a bruise later on. Her tongue rasped against the tortured skin, flicking back and forth in what should have been a pleasurable manner but only bringing pain as Elaine's cruel white teeth abused her this way.

Angel drew back as best she could, but this again drew her pussy against the edge of the stone parting her labia, bringing her even more pain to deal with, and both her captors laughed in response.

Elaine let go with her teeth and sucked as hard as she could as she pulled away from the perfect, full breast in front of her, stretching it out of shape as she kept up the pressure. Finally, the the seal of her lips couldn't maintain the suction any longer, snapping Blade's pained mammary back suddenly and making her gasp in a combination of pain and pleasure. Her back arched away involuntarily and the stone rubbing against her sent another stab of severe discomfort through her, but Moena was horrified to feel herself growing wet, the friction with the unfeeling rock she was forced to ride managing a result she'd never expected.

Chloe laughed and her crop reached out to tease around the point where Blade's hooded clitoris was in contact with the edge of the stone.

“You're more like us that you want anyone to know, aren't you, Blade? The pain is exciting you. You're growing moist just from the little we've done so far... no?”

Angel pulled herself away using her arms, trying to escape both the touch of the crop and the embarrassing evidence her lubrication was leaving on the rock.

“No!” she cried out pitifully in denial, refusing to accept that her body was indeed reacting as they said. She'd always been careful not to let anyone know how excited her body became when she had been in combat, but here she had no chance to hide her condition.

The sting of Elaine's crop across Angel's taut backside made her captive exclaim even louder but without words this time, the reddish stripe left in its wake leaving a reminder on the smooth flawless skin what self-deception would bring.

“Lying won't make it any easier on you,” the colonel observed in a cool tone. She said it as if her discipline were reasonable rather than what it was: the infliction of pain for its own sake. “Your body is more honest than your words.”

As Blade held herself up off the stone horse, Elaine reached in suddenly and drew her fingers up along the length of their prisoner's lower lips. Moena gasped in surprise and tried to twist away, but Elaine pushed her fingers inside roughly, making Moena's gasp turn into a cry that might have been either pleasure or pain. The mutant drew her hand back and held the sticky digits up for her captive to see.

“There's no denying this,” she sneered. “You may call yourself an angel, but beneath it all, you're just a slut who enjoys pain as much as pleasure.”

The truth was that the Angel process did cause an increase in the sex drive. It couldn't help but do so since it boosted all areas of the physical metabolism. The effect was so obvious that her father who had created the process had to alter the way the armor fit lest it render any Angel Unit defenseless from over-stimulation from where the armor rubbed against them at breasts, ass and crotch. This lead him to the simply expedient of leaving those areas bare. To do otherwise would have been like the Angel masturbating vigorously all the time she was in Angel mode.

“No!” denied Blade vehemently, but her cruel captor was uncomfortably close to the truth.

Moena wasn't a masochist, but Angel Blade was certainly a borderline case. The sexual juices running down the sides of the stone horse she sat atop proved that.

Swat! Swat! Both crops struck almost in unison, Elaine leaving another vivid stripe across Blade's ripe derriere while Chloe demonstrated just how accurate she could be with her crop by stinging just the erect tip of her right nipple.

“Stop! No!” cried the bound woman, but between the pain from the crops being expertly wielded by her captors and that from the rock edge threatening to rub her raw between her thighs, she was getting far too close to having an incredibly embarrassing climax at any moment.

“Don't you disobey the general that way,” Elaine warned her. “Lying. Giving orders to your betters. I told you what would happen.”

“No!” pleaded Blade. “Please!” She tried desperately to pull herself free, raising herself from the stone perch by several inches as she strained.

The general's crop flew once again, this time leaving another pink welt on Blade's left breast, forming an almost perfect X right across the tightened nipple.

A moment later, Elaine struck as well, but rather than stripe her backside again, she changed aim slightly and caught Angel across the back of her thigh. This let the leather flat wrap around far enough to curve in and strike directly across her exposed labia.

“It hurts!” she cried, and both mutants laughed wickedly as their plaything jerked and suddenly came.
