Spellbinder vs The Collector

Spellbinder vs. The Collector
Part 2  The Collector’s Revenge—The Trap

After his defeat to Spellbinder, the Collector had to lay low for six months-- plenty of time to plan his revenge.  He had set his traps-- his hand playing with the microwave remote controller.  All he needed was the proper bait.  Spellbinder had destroyed his reputation of never failing, the mob was after him and his money reserves were almost completely drained.  This had to be a precise operation, three quick abductions to re-establish his reputation and his cash reserves and get Spellbinder.  He had to execute his plan quickly and effectively before word of his return reached the “mob.” 
The Collector pushed the first button on his remote. 

At that moment, Yvette Sinclear, a well-endowed supermodel famous for her lingerie and swimsuit layouts was visiting a posh downtown boutique, Intimate Apparel owned by long time friend, Cassy Somers.  Yvette always got VIP treatment there--complete privacy away from everything, no harassments, no cameras and reporters.  Yvette always got a posh little dressing room in the back away from everything.  Yvette always bought the best lingerie.  She could spend half a day trying on the latest lingerie and money was no option.  Yvette tried on several satin and silk lace teddies with matching thongs; push up bras and matching panties, a few bikini sets.  Nothing caught her eye; she needed something special for her next shoot. 

She decided to take a break and sip a little coffee at the dressing table when she noticed a black velvet box with a tag with her name hand written on it.  It’s probably something from Cassy from her exclusive line.  Yvette opened the box to reveal the most delicate silk lace lingerie she’s ever seen.  The lingerie was very unique—the silk lace seemed interwoven with metallic strands giving the lingerie a shimmering effect.  She quickly stripped off her present lingerie and pulled the delicate thong over her long tan legs to rest on her shapely hips.  She could almost see thru the thin material but it seemed surprisingly strong.  The bra was lacey and shimmering as she put it on over her full breasts.  She looked into the mirror, the lingerie covered very little of her Swedish-Hungarian figure.  The lingerie seemed to highlight with her long blond hair. 

Yvette had the feeling this was exactly what she was looking for her next shoot.  She peeked into the box to find more items, a lacey garter belt, black fishnet stockings interwoven with the same metallic strands, long opera gloves, and a silk choker accented with a small ruby in the front.  Before she knew it, Yvette had slipped on all the items and was admiring the view in the mirror.  The detail on the lingerie was incredible.  The tops of the stockings and opera gloves were fringed with extra metallic strands infused the elastic giving it extra support both tightly around her firm thighs and upper arms.  A tiny ruby accenting the tops of each. 

As she was admiring herself in the mirror, she heard a faint voice coming from the mirror.  She approached the mirror, suddenly the rubies on her lingerie sparkled to life.  Her choker tightening around her neck, all the lingerie seemed to tighten.  She couldn’t catch her breath.  She was getting light headed and was about to pass out then it suddenly released its hold.  “Now that I got your attention.  I could do much more damage with a flick of a switch.  You’ll find some special items on the bottom to the lingerie box.”  Yvette slid open a hidden compartment and found a leather gag.  “Please be a good girl and put it on.  Any resistance or scream….”   Suddenly her collar tightened around her neck and released.  Yvette reluctantly put the phallic shaped bulb into her mouth, pushing down her tongue and leaving a horrible leather taste in her mouth.  “Keep going”  Yvette pushed until it was all the way in almost touching the back of her throat.  “Now strap it on tightly.”  Yvette buckled it around her head until it was tight and flush with her face; the flat panel on the leather gag making a smooth line on her face. 

“Now I have a few more surprises for you.”  With a flip of a switch, Yvette’s legs were uncontrollably pulled together.  Yvette struggled to separate her legs almost losing her balance on her 4-inch heels.  “Now place your hand together behind your back.”  Yvette had no choice and placed her hands behind her.  Suddenly her hands were drawn together by an unseen force but it pulled the opera gloves together along its full length until her elbows touched--her breasts jutting out from the strain until they burst thru the bra cups thin material.  Yvette struggled for all she was worth but couldn’t break out of her bondage.  She was quite helpless. 

“Do you like my micro circuitry I infused into your lingerie?  You’ll like this.”  Yvette felt her thong tighten, pushing into her clitoris and between the cheeks of her buttocks like a crotch tie.  But her hands were also drawn to the back of her thong where it seem to fuse to the back of the thong.  The bra straps seem the fuse to the opera gloves.  Yvette’s arms were cinched down tightly.  Her breasts tightly bound above and below by the lacey metallic straps what was left of her bra.  Yvette was effectively single sheathed top and bottom.   The full-length mirror on the wall suddenly slid open to reveal six-foot crate.  “Please hop over to the box and get into it”  Yvette had no choice; she hopped over to the open box and was pulled in by an unseen force.  The foam, laced with the same metallic strands, began to take her shape molding to her curves.  Metallic straps shot around her and pulled her in deeper into the foam.  A padded cover swung shut over the helpless female.  Yvette couldn’t move or utter a sound in complete blackness but heard the faint laughter and jest,  “you’ve been abducted by the Collector.”  The crate slowly descended into the floor to an awaiting truck below.

 The Collector smiled and pushed the second button on his remote. 

 Kianna Lee, famous Hawaiian triathlon athlete and part time swimsuit model, was swimming her laps in her private pool on the outskirts of Central City.  A tiny black bikini barely covering her body, her long tan legs accented by the high cut bikini bottom, her long black hair flowing behind her almost touching her full round buttocks, swam gracefully under the water.  Kianna swam as much as she could.  It relaxed her after a long day of modeling.  She just finished her daily 100 laps and floated lazily over the water on her back relaxing-- her full breast breaking the surface of the water.  She emerged from the pool.   The water ran down her six-foot frame—glistening in the sun as she headed to her hot tub.  She always ended her workouts with a long soak in her 32-jet hot tub. 

She slid into the hot water; the bubbles washing over and caressing her entire body.  She laid on the molded seat in the hot tub, the water just coming up to her chin, enjoying the heat.  She heard the whirr of electrical motors kick in.  She raised her head and looked around—nothing seems out of place.  Kianna relaxed and laid back into the water when she felt something brush her bare leg.  She sat up but it was too late.  She felt a tightness wrap around her legs then up her body.  Kianna instinct reached down to free her legs.  The tightness seem to work its way up her body pinning her arms to the side of her body.  Kianna couldn’t see what was happening with all the bubbles and steam.  She braced her bound arms as best as she could on the molded seat of the hot tub and raised her bound legs out of the water making sure not to slip further down into the hot tub and drown herself. 

Kianna was surprise to see a fine net wrapped around both legs.  She couldn’t separate her legs more than an inch.  She bent her legs and braced them on the edge of the molded seat and pushed with all she was worth and pushed herself out of the water onto the ledge of the hot tub and swimming pool.  Kianna looked down to see her entire body tightly wrapped in the same netting to just under her chin.  She wiggled and rolled for all she was worth but nothing came loose or budged—she was like a beached whale.  All Kianna did was loosen her top to reveal one of her full breasts. She was wet and cold and in complete disarray.  Kianna struggled to reach the patio door.  She inched her way and partly rolled but before she could reach the door, she felt herself pulled back into the hot tub.  Her netting was tethered somehow.  She fought it the best she could but ended up plunging back into the hot water feet first—her head slipped under for just a minute until she got her bearings. 

Kianna was panicking now.  She let out a faint scream but was pulled under instantly.  A moment later her head burst thru the water surface gasping for air.  Kianna heard a voice, “Don’t struggle.  You cannot break your bonds.  Remain still and I won’t hurt you.  I want your mouth just under the surface of the water with your nose just above the water.  Comply for your own good.”  Kianna struggled for all she was worth but couldn’t break the netting.  She reluctantly lay there with her mouth just under the surface of the water.  The jets on the hot tub stopped.  The water became very calm.  Then Kianna noticed the water was infused with a faint blue dye.  She tried her bonds again but she noticed the water becoming syrupy and more viscous—it began to gel.  In a few seconds the water hardened into clear solid trapping the beautiful brunette.  Her mouth trapped close just under the surface of the solid.  Her near naked form trapped in the solid unable to move and for all to see.  She couldn’t scream when the solid with her in it began to sink into the ground to the waiting hands of the Collector’s henchmen in the underground sewer system. 

 The Collector smiled and pushed the third button on his remote. 

 Cassandra Cummings lounged around her penthouse apartment.  She was in a white silk chemise tank top and matching panty.  She just got out of a long relaxing bath.  She pulled on a pair of silk pajama pants and was preparing for bed.  After her experience with the Collector, Cassandra decided to lay low for a while.  She was getting some consulting for her experience at the hands of the Collector.  Cassandra decided to take a leave from modeling and acting for now.  She slid into bed under her satin sheets.  The satin felt good on her bare shoulders.  She was starting to dose off when she felt something odd on her legs.  Suddenly the satin sheets pulled tight, Cassandra was pinned down to her bed.  She felt her pants being pulled off underneath the sheets.  Her chemise top was being ripped off her body.  She struggled but couldn’t wiggle out from beneath her sheets—a very feminine form struggled underneath the shiny satin.  She felt something tugging on her panty; it slid down her hips and then down her legs.  She was completely nude in a matter of minutes. 

Cassandra felt the cool satin on her bare skin—her naked outline underneath the satin sheets.  Cassandra knew this was the work of the Collector.  She struggled more but the satin sheet pulled down even tighter.  She felt something wrap around her ankles pulling them together, then above and below her knees pulling them tightly together, then around mid thigh.  Cassandra slide her hands down to try to untie the restraints on her legs when she felt something wrap around her wrists and pull them to the sides of her thighs where they seem to bind around her thighs just below her crotch—effectively thigh cuffed.  She felt something brush between her legs and her crotch and then between her buttocks and then suddenly tightness, Cassandra let out a small scream—she was now tightly crotch tied. 

She felt the wrappings above and below her breasts pinning her arms to her body.  A satin strap worked its way like a snake behind Cassandra’s head.  Before she could react, the satin strap wrapped around Cassandra’s lower face several times tightly around her mouth.  Cassandra rolled free of the sheets when she felt them loosen.  She looked down at her bondage.  Satin strips encircled her naked body tightly.  She struggled but nothing moved or loosened.  Cassandra was about to slide off the bed when the satin sheet corner she was lying on flipped over her body.  Cassandra was then flipped by the thin material and rolled tightly several times.  Before she knew it, the satin sheets making her bondage even tighter wrapped Cassandra tightly—she was a very erotic silk mummy that outlined all her curves, her full breasts, hips and legs. 

To Cassandra’s horror, the middle of the bed began to sink into itself with her along with it.  She screamed for all she was worth as she sunk into the sub-flooring, where a conveyer belt took the bound and gagged mummy to awaiting hands of the Collector’s henchmen. 

 The Collector was smiling as three green lights on the remote lighted up meaning his traps had been successful.  Three abductions down, he now was free to leave a message personally for Spellbinder.

 Kelsie Chambers, star reporter for the Tribune, came running into the empty newsroom.  She had received an urgent message from her personal assistant, Annie Lang a half hour ago.  Kelsie knew it was important since Annie wouldn’t have disturbed her at her own award banquet for her series on organized crime and the Collector.  She came running in her long black evening gown that hugged her sexy body in all the right places.  Kelsie knew something was wrong when she entered.  Her assistant was nowhere to be seen.  Kelsie didn’t notice the buttons she stepped on with her 4-inch heels or the ripped material pushed off to the sides.  She entered her office to find the office intern tied spread eagled to her desk.  The young 20 year old’s blouse torn open and her skirt pulled up to reveal her thong panties, garter belt and sexy stockings. 

Kelsie knew this was a job for Spellbinder, she took a step back the way she came to transform to Spellbinder when the Collector steps out of the shadows.  He rolled an office chair out with him.  On the chair was her assistant Annie bound and gagged.  The Collector had fun with her too.  Annie was bound just in her bra and panties, her ripped clothes laid all around her.  Her legs tied spread opened to the arms of the chair for maximum exposure with a very tight crotch tie cutting deep into her panties; her breasts were framed by ropes above and below tightly, her mouth filled with a huge ball gag, her eyes covered with a leather blindfold.  The Collector had a gun on Annie, “Do what I say or your assistant will pay the price.  Reach into the black bag and gag yourself with the nice ballgag.” 

Kelsie had to comply; she couldn’t risk exposing her secret identity.  “Now pick up the leather cuffs and strap them on your ankles and wrists.”  Kelsie reluctantly complied.  The Collector flipped some kind of switch and the cuffs connected to a fine chain pulled Kelsie’s wrists and ankles tightly into a standing spread eagle—her dress stretched to the max.  The Collector approached Kelsie and ripped the straining evening gown new slits revealed her long tan legs and her black French cut thongs and garter belt.  “Don’t worry.  I’m not after you although you would make an excellent addition to my collection or would get a good price on the market.  You are quite striking.” 

The Collector pulls down the top of Kelsie’s dress to reveal her black pushup bra and tan full breasts—giving them a slight squeeze and brush.  “I want you to give a message to Spellbinder.  Tell her to meet me on Pier 46 at midnight tomorrow.  The fate of Cassandra Cummings, Yvette Sinclear and Kianna Lee rests in her hands”    He turns and leaves and Kelsie screams into her gag.  “I’ll leave you like you are for the morning staff to find.  A little payback for the stories you wrote about me.”  Kelsie struggles but cannot break the chains; it would reveal her identity to her co-workers.  The top of her dress slid further down to rest on her stomach—how embarrassing.

 The next morning, the morning staff found the bound co-workers.  After what seem like an hour-long photo feeding frenzy, the bound captives were finally freed from their bondages-there photos making the morning edition although slightly edited—a little airbrushing in sensitive areas.  Kelsie quickly left the office after writing her story and editorial.  She wanted some payback.  She was on the cover of every major newspaper bound and gagged and nearly naked—how embarrassing.

 Spellbinder recon the area around Pier 46, she knew it was a trap.  Why would the Collector tell his location to her if it wasn’t?  She found some simple trip wires, trap doors and other obvious traps.  She snuck into the warehouse unseen by the guards posted by the front door.  She explored the warehouse carefully.  Several henchmen jumped out spraying the neuro-paralysis foam at her.  Spellbinder jumped out of the way.  Some foam catching her cape and dissolved part of it.  She took out the henchmen quickly but her presence was known.  She searched the warehouse for the Collector’s prisoners quickly.  Taking out a guard here and there along the way.  This was too easy where was the Collector?

She found a reinforced room and door.  Spellbinder easily broke down the door.  Using her hyper senses, she recon the room quickly.  The room was about 25feet by 25 feet.  The walls, ceiling and floor all seem to be made of a reflective shiny metal.  In the middle of the room were three metal poles with the captives she was looking for.  All were practically naked except for the tiny lingerie and leather straps encircling their bodies and the black hoods that trapped their heads.  Their hands were all bound above their heads in a standing position, their toes barely touching the shiny floor.  The captives’ body glistened in perspiration—their lingerie almost translucent from the moisture.  The room must have been over a hundred degrees in there. 

Spellbinder took a few steps into the room when she felt something on her boots.  She looked down in horror to see the shiny mirror-like substance streaming up her boots.  It seemed to slither and coat its way up her boot.  She tried to shake it off her boots and run away from the silvery liquid.    She was trying to remove her boots but the liquid metal topped her thigh high boots and flowed into her boots.  The liquid metal felt cold against Spellbinder’s skin on her feet.  Spellbinder felt it coat and work its way up her calves, knees, and thighs.  When the cold liquid metal reached the bottom of her costume, it entered by worked its way under the high cut openings of her costume for her legs.  Spellbinder felt it coating her crotch area, her pelvis, up her stomach, over her breasts, down her arms, up her neck, over her chin and over her face. Spellbinder looked into the mirror in the corner of the room to find a silver covered heroine.  All of her skin was covered with the mirror-like liquid metal except for her costume.  Spellbinder knew this was the Collector’s trap. 

As if on cue, the Collector stepped into view of the doorway.  “Do you like my liquid metal?  It’s the latest in nano-technology, tiny microscopic machines that do my bidding.”  The Collector held a tiny remote in his hands that he pressed.  Instantly the silver coating hardened into a solid steel coating turning Spellbinder into a standing statue. 
“What have you done to me?  You’ll pay for this,” with all the bravado Spellbinder could muster.  The Collector pushed another button and pointed the remote at Spellbinders head.  The liquid metal on Spellbinder’s lower face pulled tight, her lips disappeared under a smooth layer of metal.  Spellbinder couldn’t make a sound now     The Collector approached the immobile Spellbinder and slowly slipped the straps of her costume over her shoulders and slide them down her arms.    He then pulled the top of her costume down to reveal her full D cup breasts and flat tummy until her costume was down on the floor by her feet.  A tiny g-string was the only thing left on Spellbinder silver covered body.  Spellbinder couldn’t do anything as the Collector just tore the flimsy g-string from her now naked body. 

“Spellbinder, you’ve spoiled my plans for the last time.  You are going to be my newest edition to my personal collection.  I am going to enjoy breaking you.  You’re going to produce super strength off-springs for me and when I tire of you, I’ll sell you to the highest bidder to mother their super strength off springs or be their private sex slave.”  Spellbinder struggled and scream but she couldn’t move.  The Collector picked up the Spellbinder statue easily and carried her to a hidden chamber deep underground below the pier.  To Spellbinder’s horror, the Collector carried her into his bedroom with a huge bed in the middle of the room.  He laid her down in the middle.  He played with the remote and adjusted a few setting.  Suddenly her arms and legs moved to the corners of the bed.  Her naked body lay in a spread eagle with her legs wide open.  The Collector pushed the remote again and the liquid metal retracted away from her breast. 

The Collector played with Spellbinder’s nipples until they hardened under the stimulation.  The Collector pushed another button and waved the remote over her pelvic region and to Spellbinder’s horror; she felt the liquid metal open up to reveal her vaginal area.  Spellbinder couldn’t do a thing.  The Collector was on top of her now naked from the waist down.  She felt his hard member touching her clitoris parting her sensitive lips.  He was massaging her breasts up top when he plunged his hard member into her—pumping hard and fast.  She screamed into her gag but worst of all, her body started to respond to the stimulus—she was getting wet.  She fought the sensations as best as she could but the Collector was a master at female manipulations, she was close to orgasm.  Her body erupted and spasm as the orgasm ravaged her body.  Spellbinder couldn’t do a thing as the Collector raped her and raped her again and again before she passed out.

 When Spellbinder regained consciousness, her body ached everywhere and in places she didn’t know could hurt.  She was covered in perspiration.  She tried to move but couldn’t.  As her senses came back, she felt out her bondage.  She was standing but bent forward.  Her wrists were bound together behind her and pulled high in the air causing her to bend forward at her waist.  She was facing her knees looking at metal bands encircling her knees.  Her legs were mashed together tightly wrapped in steel bands at her ankles, above and below her knees and around her thighs.   She glanced down her body to see she was wearing black latex half bra and tight panties—at least she wasn’t naked but it covered very little. 

To her horror, vibrating nipple clamps clamped painfully on her sore nipples began to vibrate and she felt a dildo deep in her vagina with a large butt plug invading her anus.  She was shocked when both invaders started to vibrate violently in unison with the nipple clamps.  She was about to orgasm from all the stimulation but suddenly the vibrations stop—always kept right on the edge of orgasm but denied the final release by sensors within the invaders.  The cycle started again, the vibrators doing their magic and as Spellbinder builds to a peak, they suddenly stop.  A minute or two later the cycle starts again.  She screams in frustration but no sounds comes out of her mouth, stretched to the limit with a ballgag strapped tightly around her head.  Spellbinder wasn’t going or saying anything anytime soon in her tight stappendo bondage. 

Spellbinder looked around the room to find the Collector’s henchmen busy at work.  It looked like they were preparing his captives for transport.  Each captive was stretched out naked on a hospital gurney.  They looked like they had enema bags inserted in them.  They looked like they were given laxatives to purge their intestines and probably other chemicals to slow their metabolism.  They were in a semi-conscious state.  They looked like they been cleaned up, their hair combed out and their makeup done.  The Collector was lecturing his henchmen.  “Everything is in the packaging boys.  Each captive has special instructions on how their new owners want their captive to arrive.  Please follow the invoice instructions exactly.”

 Cassandra was first.  The head foreman checking the invoice, a chasity bound nude, grabbed a few things out of a black bag and handed them over to the other henchmen.  The henchman roughly pulled on a metal chastity belt forcing the embedded dildo and butt plug deep into her private openings and locking them in place with a very solid looking padlock.  They then roughly rolled Cassandra over onto her tummy and pulled on a tight black spandex single sleeve up her arms and around her shoulders—it was so tight that it pulled her elbows together forcing her breasts to jet forward when they rolled Cassandra back on her back.  The henchmen then pulled a tight spandex bag up over her feet up her long legs, mashing them together, over her curvy hips, over her full breasts and kept on going until it reached the knap of her neck.  They forced a ballgag into her mouth and pulled a tight spandex hood over her head to attach to the spandex bag with several small padlocks.  They put the keys into a special pouch on the back of the hood for the new owner to open.  Cassandra couldn’t budge a muscle in her black tight reinforced spandex.  The henchmen then lifted the bound package into an open-ended oxygen tank and started to screw down the top of the tank.  The henchmen stood back to admire their work.  From the outside it just looks like any other 8-foot medical oxygen tank.  If they turned the valve, pressurized oxygen would come out.  If the custom people x-ray the tank, the tank would look like any other because of the special leaded shielding in the tank.  They listened for a minute but no sounds came out of the padded tank.  The first captive was ready for shipment.

Kianna was next.  The henchmen studied the instruction sheet.  She was to arrive in leather and nothing else.  They pulled out a leather harness, several leather straps and a few things Spellbinder couldn’t see.  Kianna was untied from her bondage only long enough for them to strap on the black leather body harness.  They pulled the straps down tight causing her breast to peak out between the straps.  The crotch strap had an embedded dildo and butt plug which was pushed deep into Kianna’s opening without mercy.  Kianna began to squirm but the henchman held her down while they strapped her arms together behind her until her elbows met.  They cinched her arms down to the harness with additional straps.  Kianna struggled but couldn’t move her arms at all.  They strapped her legs together mid thigh, above and below her knees and at her ankles.  To make in tighter they folded her legs at her knees and strapped them so tightly that her ankles touched the back of her thighs.  Kianna protested but couldn’t do a thing—even twitch a muscle.  The henchman again lifted the immobile Kianna up and into an awaiting open-ended oxygen tank, which was screwed down tight after the insertion of the captive. 

Yvette began to struggle for all she was worth when the henchman approached her.  Her invoice said she was to arrive in sexy lingerie like the ones in her magazine spreads.  They untied her from the gurney and held her down as they dressed her in a red lace silk corset that pushed up her breasts and cinched her middle into a sexy hourglass figure.  They pulled french high cut thongs that hid little of her full buttocks, garter belts with matching stockings up Yvette’s sexy long legs—slight brushes to sensitive areas, hands running down up and down her sexy body.   They then made the captive helpless with a red leather single sleeve up her arms with straps that pulled her elbows together forcing her breasts to jet forward from the strain.  A tight crotch tie was applied cutting deep into the delicate material of her thong and the sensitive tissue below and cinching down the single sleeve.  The henchman then applied tight breast ties above and below her breast that also fused the single sleeve to Yvette’s body.  Next Yvette’s legs were tied roughly together mid thigh, above and below the knees, and ankles.  A leather panel gag filled her mouth and a leather blindfold covered her eyes.  When they finished, the henchmen lifted the bound and gagged captive into her own oxygen tank and screwed down the lid tightly.

Spellbinder could only watch as henchman using a forklift to load the especially loaded oxygen tanks into a cargo truck with 50 other tanks ready to go overseas.  She struggled against her bondage but couldn’t get free.  Her concentration broken by the vibrating intruders.  Her body covered in perspiration and wracked with waves of passion.  She couldn’t do a thing as the truck with the three captives pulled away.  She felt helpless, defeated.  Spellbinder had to worry about herself now and she knew she was in trouble.

The Collector was ecstatic that his plan went so well.  He got his three captives and sent them off without a hitch.  He had money again.  He has Spellbinder as his slave and was going to enjoy breaking her and adding her to his collection.  He wanted to celebrate.  He went over to Spellbinder and undid the tie holding her wrists in the air.  The Collector ran his hand up and down Spellbinder’s tone body.  He suddenly tore off her latex bra and fondled her full breasts.  He turned the vibrators to full.  He flung his bound and gagged captive on his shoulder and carried her to his private chambers where he planned to have his way with her.  Spellbinder struggled and screamed for all she was worth but the bondage held.  The Collector smiled.  He was going to enjoy this. 

To be continued… 

20/08/01

story continues in Spellbinder vs. the Collector - Part 3

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