by qazaq_2000
Satin was infiltrating the secret military complex of Colonel Wolf, a renegade mercenary leader who had built his own sinister network of criminals and comspirators. Secret agent Becca Edwards had been called in to sabotage the colonel’s organization from the inside. Becca was also Satin, superheroine of strength and stealth --- she was America’s best hope to defeat the destabilizing menace of Col Wolf and his supporters.
Becca had discovered the Wolf Den, the evil colonel’s hidden underground fortress. She was in Satin’s "stealth mode." Her green turtlenecked leotard was designed to minimize her "heat signature" so that infrared sensors would not see her. Her black slippers made her steps almost inaudible, even over creaky stairs or gravel paths. While it was not perfect, Satin’s stealth mode made her hard to notice unless you were looking right at her.
Becca had found her way to one of the secret consoles in the heart of Colonel Wolf’s complex. The console controlled several rocket systems that the renegade had threatened to use in a bid to blackmail the government into paying his organization protection money. Now Becca was about to sabotage that threat for good. The intelligence team had prepared a fake ID tag which she could use to gain access to the missile controls on the console. One swipe of the card, and she'd be online.
But instead, an alarm klaxon sounded and red lights began to flash! Somehow, her cover was blown! Becca was trapped in the heart of Colonel Wolf's secret lair. Even now, security personnel rounded the corner of one of the corridors leading to the room Satin currently occupied.
"Got to make a run for it!" Becca thought as she sprinted for the door opposite the corridor where the colonel's minions were swarming.
"That's the intruder! Get her!" barked the squad leader as his men rushed forward to capture the intrepid superspy.
Becca was too fast for them. She squeezed through the door and spiked it shut with a special pick that she had up the sleeve of her green leotard. That would slow those goons down, but Becca was still not safe. She raced down the corridor in her slippers and came to an intersection. She turned left, hoping to make a quick break to the exit, but as she turned she saw more guards coming toward her. "There she is!" Becca heard as she turned on her heels and fled in the other direction.
With the guards in hot pursuit, Becca ran down the corridor until she was able to turn left again. At the end of another long, antiseptically white hall she saw an exit sign. Becca was close to freedom!
The valiant superheroine could hear the guards closing on her around the corner! She sprinted down the corridor. The exit sign was only fifty feet away! Just ahead of her, Becca saw a metal bars, like the door to a jail cell, drop down from a slot in the ceiling and slam into the floor with a clang. Becca was running so quickly she could barely slow down in time before she collided with it. She wheeled around but to her dismay saw six guards blocking the other end of the corridor!
The leader of the guard detachment called to her. "So, Satin, looks like this time you won't get away!" Panting from her sprint, Becca pushed a button on her power belt.In a flash she was transformed, her slippers replaced by tight fitting black boots and dark hose. "You'll find I'm no pushover in battle mode!" Becca vowed.
"We'll see about that," said the guard squad leader.He approached the trapped heroine with a leisurely swagger.
"I won't go down without a fight!" Becca promised as she adopted a defensive stance, outnumbered and cornered.
"I wouldn't be so sure." Another gate of metal bars slung down between the squad leader and the super agent. Becca rushed up to the new gate, wrapped her hands around two of the bars and demanded, "You cowards! You won't even fight fair!"
But the guards just laughed and donned gas masks that they had in their gear. Becca looked around the perimeter of her cage, her eyes desperately searching for a means of escape. At any moment, she knew, there would be....
Gas! Suddenly bilious clouds of white smoky gas poured out of almost invisible vents! Becca coughed as she tried to fight the fumes. It was no use! She staggered, fell to her knees, her head spinning from the knockout gas. Finally, the brave superheroine collapsed to the floor, and passed out.
When Becca came around, she became aware that she was lying in a reclined position in some sort of chair in a windowless room. This chair had no arms to it, but Becca could feel her head supported by a headrest, like on a dentist's chair. She must still be in Col Wolf's secret lair, she thought. She tried to move, but found to her dismay that her arms were wrapped around the back of the chair, and her wrists were tightly bound. More cruel cords lashed her knees and booted ankles together and bound them to the chair, while ropes also wound around her waist and tied her more effectively to the chair. She tried to rock back and forth to see if she could move or tip over the chair, but it was to heavy for her to budge while she was tied up. Becca, still groggy from the knockout gas used to trap her, slowly was able to focus on the standing figure in front of her. Was he...yes, he was holding Satin's power belt in his hand, Becca realized with despair. "Well, well, it looks like our spy has awoken!" the tall man in fatigues said. "I am Colonel Wolf, and you are in a lot of trouble, Satin. Yes, we know your code name."
Becca squirmed in her impossibly tight bonds, trying to shake off the lingering miasma of the gas.
"Looking for this?" Wolf taunted his powerless prisoner as he held out Satin's all-important belt. Without it the superheroine was helpless! "I'm sorry, that is going to our research staff, who will take it apart. Once we find out how your powers work, we'll produce an army of our own superheroines that will help me dominate the world!"
Becca fought her restraints, groaning and gasping helplessly as the ties did not yield at all. "You'll never succeed!"
"And how exactly do you plan to stop me, Satin?" the colonel replied. Becca twisted impotently in her confinement. Even she had to admit things were not looking good for her.
The villain continued. "Satin, you are unable to save yourself, let alone stop me! Perhaps you are wondering why your security badge didn't work. You see, I already have a mole inside your agency. The mole set up your security tags to sound the alarm when you tried to log onto the missile system. I knew the government would send their top special agent. It shows how weak they are, sending a woman to do a man's job!"
Becca strained against her ties --this added insult to injury! "If you were so strong and brave you'd untie me and let me have my belt back. Then we'd see how you'd fare against a woman, you coward!"
Col Wolf would not be baited. "Unfortunately, my schedule doesn't have room for chivalry, my dear Satin. No, I think I prefer you tied up and powerless. In fact, I have big plans for you."
Becca shifted as best she could in the chair. "What are you going to do with me?"
"I have a little experiment in mind."
"You'll never make me talk."
The Colonel chuckled. "By my dear Satin, I don't want you to talk. Ever." He produced a long, thick red silk scarf and forced it into the superheroine's mouth. He tied it tightly at the back of her head, the knot just below the bottom of the dentist chair headrest. Then the villain wrapped the scarf once more around Satin's head, filling her mouth even more with a wide cleave gag, then pulled the ends back behind the metal supports for the headrest. Col Wolf then tied the scarf ends.Becca could now barely move her head from side to side; her gag also bound her to the headrest.
"Mmpphhhff!" the captive special agent moaned through her stifling gag.
"Heh, heh, heh," the colonel laughed derisively, "I love to see you squirm, Satin. What a waste to eliminate so beautiful an agent as you!"
Becca glowered at her merciless captor as she tugged uselessly at her unbreakable bonds.
"Observe, Satin, the large bronze objects on either side of you," the villain ordered. Becca forced her head to the left and saw a large metallic shell,like a hollowed out hemisphere, about six feet in diameter, supported by massive metal struts. A similar apparatus stood to her right. "You, Satin, will be the guinea pig for our new weapon test. This device works by sound.It's similar to the ultrasound tools used to break up plaque on teeth, only this is much, much more powerful."
The colonel walked over to one of the hemispheres and struck it with a small tuning fork. The hemisphere produced a low ring which did not fade, but lingered. "The device will gradually amplify that note by a sonic feedback, until the tone is strong enough to turn the very molecules in your delectable body to soup. Go ahead and struggle, Satin, there is no escape for you!"
The colonel left the room, abandoning the sexy superheroine to her fate. Becca noticed that the ringing was getting noticeably louder. Soon, it would be unbearable. Not much later, it would be lethal! Becca strained against her bondage. She arched her back to see if she could break free of the ropes holding her in the deadly chair. She flexed her lithe legs in vain attempts to loosen the restraints around her knees and ankles. The cords dug savagely into her sleek muscles as she writhed helplessly in her bonds. But no matter what she did, Becca could not break free. She was done for!
"Too tight...no powers....got to...get free!" Becca thought as she moaned into her taut silk gag. But as the hemispheres ringing built to a deadly crescendo, Becca feared that this time, there was no way out.
Is this the end for Satin? can she escape and get her powers back? Or will this be her swan song? As we leave Becca tied up and struggling, the answers lie ahead