by qazaq_2000
When we last left our heroine, SuperBecca had confronted Bluebeard, the notorious interstellar pirate, as he tried to break into the Smithsonian Museum and steal the priceless artifacts from the US space program. The guards lay unconscious around the museum doors, while tourists looked on, stunned by the appearance of an alien, and one that did not come in peace. But SuperBecca intercepted a police alert, and flew to the scene.
Landing on the steps of the Smithsonian, Becca looked every inch a superheroine, wearing her tight blue shirt with the famous S emblem, her tight, sexy red shorts, and equally sexy high heeled red boots. "Stop, Bluebeard. You may have stolen from every other planet you’ve visited, but Earth will not be a victim of your evil! You know your alien technology is no match for my powers!"
The alien pirate turned to face her. "SuperBecca! So, you are not just a legend! No matter, if you are for real then so everything else must be true, too!" With that he pulled out a pair of glowing lumps of green rock connected by a long cord.
"Kryptonite!" someone in the crowd gasped. Before Becca could react, Bluebeard had whirled the kryptonite rocks around by the long cord and flung his weapon at our valiant superheroine. The cord whipped around her thighs and waist, then wrapped around her arms and pinned them to her side as the kryptonite lodged against her blue shirt. Weakened and placed off-balance by the pirate’s attack, Becca fell to her knees. A murmur of dismay swept through the crowd of bystanders as they saw their supposedly invincible heroine brought down by the alien pirate.
"Hah, hah," chortled Bluebeard, "now I have the great SuperBecca. I will add you to my collection!" he said as Becca passed out from the effects of the kryptonite.
When Becca revived, she found herself strapped tightly into a chair. She seemed to be aboard Bluebeard’s spaceship. Her hands were tied behind her back and behind the wide back of the chair. Her arms were pulled taut as a result. Black straps wound around her waist like a seatbelt, only Becca didn’t think that Bluebeard had her safety in mind. More thick cords wrapped around her upper arms, further tightening her already merciless bondage, while more black straps lashed her legs together at the ankles and above the knees. Becca noticed that there were mirrors to her left and right; in the mirror she could she that Bluebeard had cruelly cleave-gagged her with a strip of red suede, forcing an unwilling smile on her face.
Becca tested her bonds, twisting and turning in her chair, but the restraints would not yield at all. "So weak…" she thought.
Just then Bluebeard entered the room. "Ah, welcome, SuperBecca. You can struggle all you want, but you’ll find that there is just enough kryptonite in the seat of that chair to keep you quite manageable. You won’t escape, my dear."
Becca glared silently as the pirate gloated. "My, my, but you are an exquisite superheroine, SuperBecca," Bluebeard said as her looked over his captive. "And, If I may say so, you are especially fetching all tied up."
Becca reacted angrily to his innuendo and began desperately to fight her bonds. But her helplessness made the pirate laugh evilly. "Please, SuperBecca, that was meant as a compliment! But I am not being a good host. Here, I think I should hear what you have to say." The alien then reached over to the back of Becca’s head. Becca could hear him pull a velcro strip; suddenly, the uncomfortable pressure from her gag was released, and the pirate pulled the suede gag away.
"Did the gag have to be leather?" Becca asked saucily.
"You’re not in a great position to negotiate, SuperBecca."
"I don’t negotiate with criminals, even interplanetary ones. When I get free, you’re in big trouble."
Bluebeard chuckled at Becca’s words. "An empty threat. As you have noticed by now, you are quite, quite powerless to stop me or even save yourself. You will never get free."
"I will never surrender to you!"
"That won’t matter in a little while."
Becca squirmed in her bonds. "I’ve faced death before. You don’t scare me!" she said bravely, even though she knew that the pirate had her just where he wanted her.
"Who said anything about death, SuperBecca? No, I have a device that will brainwash even a superheroine and make you my slave forever! Look up and you’ll see what I mean."
Becca looked and saw several large ray-gun weapons, supported by a great deal of complicated alien machinery, pointed straight at her.
The pirate continued. "The mirrors on either side of you are part of the machine. The weapons take the phosphrescent light from kryptonite and turn it into a mind-destroying ray. The mirrors reflect some of the stray light to intensify the, uh, experience."
Becca was aghast at this fate worse than death. To be Bluebeard’s personal slave forever! "You despicable fiend!" she cried as she thrashed impotently against her ties.
Bluebeard just laughed and ogled her in her hotpants, tight shirt and boots as she wriggled helplessly in her bonds. Then he continued, "Now, it takes a lot of energy to run this machine, especially when I want to reduce as fine a mind as yours to pea soup. We still haven’t left Earth yet, since I have to siphon off the energy from Earth’s electricity grid. That will take a few minutes... the only time left to you, SuperBecca! Happy struggles!" "You diabolical monster! You’ll never get away with…mmpphhff!" Becca’s defiant vow was cut off as Bluebeard regagged her, even more savagely than before. The pirate then left SuperBecca to her dismal fate, counting down the minutes until his infernal mind ray machine sapped her will forever!
Becca gasped into her gag as she fought her bindings to no avail. It was no use! Her powers were gone. How would she ever get out of this jam?
Is this the end for Superbecca? Will Bluebeard keep her in his collection for eternity? Or can our heroine find a way to escape?