DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story, and belong to their respective copyright holders.
Also, beware SPOILERS for the PS4 Spider-Man game!
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As Silver Sablinova - better known as Silver Sable, leader of one of the world’s foremost paramilitary corporations - watched the redheaded intruder disappear into the distance clinging to her savior, she couldn’t help but feel this had been a rough week for Sable International.
It had started out as a fairly standard job: protect the client, eradicate the targets. Granted, in this case the targets were a sect of mind-controlled terrorists led by a living photo negative and there was a costumed vigilante who insisted on getting in her way instead of leaving the job to the professionals, but Sable International had dealt with superhumans before. She’d had some modifications made to her soldiers’ gear to better defend against the vigilante’s webs, but other than that it was business as usual.
And then everything went wrong. First this “Spider-Man” had caught their target on his own mere days after they were hired, with only the amount of collateral damage he caused doing so keeping her organization from looking completely incompetent. Then, before they could collect their paycheck and ship out, a balding scientist with robot arms had carried out a mass jailbreak and unleashed a highly-contagious bioweapon in Times Square, forcing the client to extend their contract and declare martial law. Which meant they were stuck dealing with not only an army of escaped convicts and superpowered psychopaths, but also Spider-Man, who was disrupting her operations all over the city for some ungodly reason. Didn’t he realize Sable International was the only thing keeping New York City from descending into complete anarchy?
“No,” she thought, “he’s probably one of those - what was the American expression again? Ah, yes, ‘bleeding-heart liberals’ screaming about oppression on social media. The type like that reporter, who would see us all dead rather than suffer a little inconvenience.”
Which brought her to her latest annoyance. Somehow, a reporter named Mary-Jane Watson, known for her outspoken criticism of Mayor Osborn and Sable International, had snuck past an entire unit of her supposedly highly-trained mercenaries - knocking several of them out with a stolen stun gun - broken into her client’s hidden laboratory, and escaped off the balcony with god-knows-how-much confidential Oscorp information. Explaining exactly how this had happened to Osborn would not be a pleasant conversation, especially once she brought up Spider-Man’s involvement.
“Send a priority message to every soldier we have in the city,” Sable ordered, storming away from the balcony. “If they see the reporter, they are to detain her immediately, with force if necessary.”
“Or - and this is just a suggestion, bear with me here - you could focus on fighting the actual criminals.”
Sable and her mercenaries stopped in their tracks. There was a pink-haired woman sitting on the edge of Norman Osborn’s dining room table, wearing only a pink corset, panties, and stockings. Her immodest attire was off-putting, but Sable was more concerned with the unmoving bodies of her soldiers lying scattered around the table.
“I mean, your strategy of beating up random citizens and fighting the only people in the city who can actually fix this mess seems to be working great so far,” the strange woman said, seemingly paying no attention as Sable’s remaining conscious men surrounded the table and trained their weapons on her. “Just thought you might want to switch things up a bit.”
“Who are you, and how did you get in here?” Sable demanded, her own pistols already locked on the intruder’s position.
“The name’s Savannah,” the woman introduced herself, looking Sable up and down. “I also answer to Mistress, Queen, Goddess, and a stream of rude words muffled by a ball gag. You’d be surprised how often people call me by that last one!”
Sable was visibly uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking, but she kept her composure, save for a faint blush. “You made a mistake breaking in here,” she said.
“No, you’re the one making mistakes here!” Savannah snapped with enough fury that one of Sable’s men took a step back. Sable privately resolved to subject him to remedial training once this situation was dealt with.
“It’s bad enough you made me spend all that time fighting those jetpack assholes who drop lightning blasts on you while staying just out of punching range. That would’ve been enough of a reason for me to hunt you down and spank the silver out of your hair. But then you did the worst possible thing you could’ve done. After a whole game of beating me up in cutscenes and being a massive cunt, you think you can just fucking leave on a journey to ‘find yourself’ or some bullshit without even giving me the courtesy of a boss fight?”
The room fell silent as Sable and her men tried to figure out what on earth the pink-haired woman was talking about. Sable was particularly dumbfounded; she’d had no reports of her forces encountering this woman, she had no memory of ever going on a journey of self-discovery, and she had absolutely no idea what a “boss fight” was.
“However you got in here without being noticed, you are clearly delusional,” Sable finally spoke. “Surrender immediately, or my men and I will shoot to kill.”
Savannah smiled in a way that would’ve made a less disciplined woman soak through her panties. “Oh, I’m sure you and your men would love to ‘interrogate’ me, sweetie. I’ve seen those electrified cables you love using so much. Perfect for holding someone still while you, shall we say, pump them for information.”
“She’s trying to distract you!” Sable barked, seeing her soldiers wavering. “Secure her, now!”
“Sorry, not interested,” Savannah said with a wave of her hand. “Only my girlfriend is allowed to dominate me. And speaking of my girlfriend…”
A loud beep sounded through the room, moments before the remaining Sable International mercenaries fell to the floor, screaming as electricity coursed through their armor. Too late, Sable’s keen eyes noticed a small disc stuck to the back of one of the soldiers, the likely source of the paralyzing discharge. Before she could recover from her surprise long enough to put a bullet through Savannah’s head, one of the supposedly-unconscious men on the floor leapt up and tackled her to the ground, putting her in an unnaturally strong sleeper hold.
“Don’t bother fighting,” the “soldier” whispered into Sable’s ear, their voice cold but clearly female. “You have no chance of escaping, and you’re going to need that strength for what we have planned for you.”
True to the disguised woman’s word, Sable’s efforts to break out of the hold bore no fruit. Her attacker was both stronger and more flexible than her, able to effortlessly counter every attempt she made to strike back or reposition herself. The only mercy was that none of her subordinates were awake to watch when she finally descended into darkness.
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Sable tensed her legs in anticipation, counting the seconds until she needed to move.
“Three... two... one... NOW!”
In an instant, she leapt forward, bounding right through the minuscule gap between the laser sights sweeping back and forth across the corridor. She’d almost made it to safety around the corner when one of the beams grazed her rear.
THWAP!
“MMMGH!” Sable screamed as she threw herself around the corner, knowing the damage had already been done. One more clean hit like that and the game would be over.
She struggled back to her feet, a task made much harder than it should have been by the ropes encircling her nearly-nude body. Her lower arms had been crossed behind her back and tied into a boxtie, with additional ropes looped just above and below her breasts in a harness that secured her upper arms to her sides. There was no chance of her reaching any of the knots, not that it mattered with the long cotton socks taped snugly into place over her hands to keep her from using her fingers. More rope had been used to bind her legs together at the knees and ankles, leaving hopping as her only available method of movement.
The restraints weren’t the only humiliation her kidnappers had visited on her, either. Her clothing had been taken and replaced with a white cotton bra and matching panties, but that was nothing compared to the excessive gag they’d used to silence her. According to what Catharsis - a woman with bright red skin who had apparently been the one disguised as one of her men - had told her upon waking, her mouth had been stuffed with her own socks and panties, tied with a thickly-knotted cloth to push the packing even further in, sealed over with three layers of masking tape, and finally covered with five differently-colored cloths that concealed her face from the nose down. The outermost cloth was hot pink, presumably selected by that pink-obsessed psycho herself.
Speaking of Savannah, she’d been the one to explain the rules of this “game” to Sable. If she could make it to the center of the maze, she’d have her memories wiped of everything that had happened since Savannah’s appearance and be returned to the exact place they’d kidnapped her from. However, the maze had been filled with military drones moving in fixed patterns. If one of the drones caught her with its laser sights, it would open fire with a paintball gun. Not only was this humiliating and painful, but if Sable was hit ten times, she’d be forced to spend a month as the two’s plaything before being put back into the maze to try again.
That was a fate Sable wanted to avoid at all costs. She’d seen the look in the pink-haired bitch’s eyes as she explained that part, and the way she’d licked her lips right afterward didn’t bode well either. Sable had a sinking feeling that if she lost this first round, she’d be in no shape to succeed when the second rolled around.
Given the option, Sable could’ve easily taken her time memorizing the drones’ patterns and made it through without a scratch. Unfortunately, the two had thought of that possibility, warning her that five minutes after she entered the maze, they would each take up their own paintball guns and start hunting her down. Unlike the drones, they weren’t restricted to firing a single shot when a visible beam was crossed. Sable’s tits still stung from when Catharsis had caught her in a dead end and opened fire, painting her chest bright green.
Still, that had been the worst mistake Sable had made in the maze. The drones’ patterns were tricky, but she was a highly-skilled combatant with years of experience. She’d taken a few lucky shots, but she was still resting comfortably at five-
THWAP!
“MMMGH!”
“Okay, six hits,” Sable thought, hopping out of the way of two oncoming lasers she was sure had switched direction trying to capitalize on that last hit. She took a hard right at the next fork, weaved carefully between a few more drones lining the passageway, and skidded to a halt seconds after she passed a doorway on her left.
“Wait, was that…?”
Turning on a dime, she hopped back to the turn she hadn’t taken. There it was! A banner labeled “FINISH!” in bright pink letters, hanging over a circular stone pedestal covered in scattered rose petals. It wasn’t exactly subtle, but it was exactly what Sable had been looking for. A feeling of victorious pride welling up within her, she hopped as quickly as she could toward her goal.
So quickly, in fact, she didn’t stop to consider the rose petals might be covering up a trap.
Sable had just enough time to recognize the sound of one of her own cable-mines going off before said cable was wrapped around her torso, shocking her until she fell on her face barely a few feet from the finish line. She tried to force herself forward, but the current turned back on every time she tried to move, and unlike the superhumans she’d designed it for use on, she didn’t have the enhanced strength needed to break free.
“Don’t panic too much there, babe. I turned down the power on those, so it won’t do any permanent damage. Not even enough to knock you out - just enough to sting like hell, though!”
“No, dammit!” Sable thought as she screamed into her gag. “Not her! Not now!”
Savannah had tracked her down, right at the very end. She had lost.
“Wow, you’re really covered with paint! How many times did we get you? Six? Seven?” Savannah teased. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a nice bath later. I’ll be sure to scrub every last bit of that nasty paint off you, whether you like it or not!”
Even through the pain of the shock cables, Sable could make out the sound of Savannah cocking her paintball gun behind her.
“Anyway, since I’m not sure how many time you got hit, and I don’t want to wait for Cathy to get here with the score, I’ll just have to hit you the full ten times to be sure!”
Sable could practically feel the pinkette’s gaze zeroing in on her panties. She braced herself, knowing full well it wouldn’t be enough to stop the pain.
“Now, let’s put some color in those cheeks!”
THWAP-THWAP-THWAP-THWAP-THWAP-THWAP-THWAP-THWAP-THWAP-THWAP!
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