Ampere Story - Part Two
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The Confectioner had been busy while Ampere slept. He used a special
solvent to remove the majority of the heroine's costume. Once again
he decided to allow her the familiarity of her goggles, and he left the
sticky gum coating both of her hands. In her unconscious state, it had
been easy for the villain to close her hands into tight fists, then a
second chemical had returned the material back into its original form
- skin tight and resilient.
This produced two very useful effects for the villain, firstly, with
her fingers trapped in tiny gloves, the heroine wouldn't be able to
use them to help her escape, and secondly, by insulating her hands he
made sure she couldn't use her electrical attack. The rest of her
costume was discarded, she certainly would not be needing it any more
and having been trapped by it before, it seemed unlikely she could be
coaxed into donning it again.
The next stage was to move Ampere to the chamber where her new ordeal
would begin. Lifting her as though she weighed nothing, the villain
carried her easily across the short distance. This particular room
contained nothing electronic at all, everything was mechanical, and
although perhaps slightly less effective than more modern systems, the
Confectioner was sure that it could not be influenced by the
heroine's powers.
Once inside, he draped her body onto a raised platform in the centre of
the chamber. Quickly he locked a single large manacle around both of
her wrists. It was made entirely from plastic and attached to a thin
ribbon of cord that disappeared into the ceiling. A similar manacle
went around the young woman's ankles, locking them together, the only
difference being that this one did not have any cord attached. Happy
that she was now sufficiently secured, the villain left the room,
closing the heavy door behind him, and spinning the large wheel that
locked it shut.
The villain's only regret was that he could allow no cameras inside
the room, otherwise he would have been able to record the upcoming
events for posterity. But this was a very dangerous woman he had to
remind himself, she had escaped one of his most fiendish traps before,
and he could not allow that to happen again. No, he would have to
content himself by watching proceedings initially through the heavy
glass window set in the door.
Ampere woke, her consciousness again swimming sluggishly back up to
wakefulness. It was an enormous effort, all she wanted to do was lie
back and sleep, but somewhere deep down she knew that to do that would
be to give in, and if she gave in, then she was lost. So, with
difficulty, the heroine groggily recovered, and began to take in her
new surroundings. She was not surprised to find her costume had been
stripped from her again, and given its role in capturing her before,
she was not entirely upset to see it go.
As before, one of her first thoughts was to check her goggles, to make
sure her identity was still hidden. She was relieved to find them still
in place, but equally concerned by the tight gloves that bunched her
hands into almost useless fists, and the clear plastic shackle that
secured her arms. Tugging on the cord she found that although she had a
little movement in her arms, she could not bring them below her
collarbones before the cord pulled tight.
Almost as if in response to her struggles, machinery concealed within
the chamber whirred into life. Ampere suddenly felt herself dragged
upright as the cord was winched into the ceiling. Then, just as she
thought it had finished, the cord was dragged another foot upwards, and
she was lifted bodily off of her feet. The young heroine's shoulders
strained, but although it was uncomfortable, she was able to bear it,
at least in the short term.
Ampere dangled for several minutes, her body swinging back and forth.
This gave her a good opportunity to notice the shackle which secured
her ankles, and also to stretch out with her powers to look for
anything electrical to subvert. She couldn't sense anything near
enough to influence, and when she tried to use her lightning bolts to
sever the cord, she discovered that her new gloves merely absorbed the
energy before she could launch it.
The heroine was desperately trying to come up with another plan, when
she was swung suddenly to the right. The movement stopped almost as
soon as it had begun, and Ampere heard a grinding sound beneath her. As
she looked down, she saw a large circular hatch, which opened like an
iris. Steam rose from the hole, and a rich, sweet smell assailed her
nostrils. Then, the cord began to lengthen, dropping her towards the
bubbling liquid below.
The scent of the steam was enough to make the young heroine's head
spin. Although she didn't realise it, this was the raw form of the
material used to make the Confectioner's nefarious candy canes.
Ampere tried to hold her breath, but as she dropped closer and closer
to the opening, she realised that she was about to be dunked directly
into the thick sugary syrup. Throwing her body this way and that, she
tried to get herself swinging again. If only she could land her feet to
one side of the hole, then perhaps she could avoid her sticky fate.
It seemed to be working, slowly, oh so slowly, Ampere began to swing in
steadily lengthening arcs. All thoughts of holding her breath were
forgotten as she concentrated on keeping the momentum going. The
opening loomed beneath her, and with a superhuman effort, she kicked
for one last swing, just at the moment that she dropped that last few
feet. Ampere's feet landed just to the right of the hole, and pulling
quickly on her wrists she was able to drag her bottom onto the floor,
next to the opening.
Relieved, and unusually exhausted from so simple a task, Ampere let
herself lie back and try to recover her breath. The cord had stopped
lengthening, and the heroine didn't seem to be able to summon the
energy to get back to her feet. The heavy steam swirled around her, and
it seemed to spark something in the young woman. She could feel her
nipples hardening, there was excitement there, perhaps at the narrow
escape, but also something more primal.
Slowly the steam worked its evil magic on Ampere, stimulating her body
and mind, and of course, as she began to succumb, the Dream Syrup had
its effect as well. Most of this was lost on poor Ampere, all she knew
was that it felt very good to just lie back and rest, and that as time
went by, it seemed to be getting harder and harder to do anything at
all. By the time the machinery began to reel the cord in again, the
heroine just let herself be drawn up, hanging limply in her bonds. This
time, when the she was lowered, the thought of swinging free never
occurred to her, and even if it had, it is unlikely, weak as she was,
that she'd have been able to do much about it.
If the steam had been subtle in its effects, and gentle as it slowly
increased her arousal, being plunged into the raw, hot syrup was
anything but. Ampere shot from being pleasantly aroused, to being more
horny than she could possibly imagine. By the time she had been
submerged to chin, the heroine had almost lost the capacity for
rational thought. If she hadn't felt so weak and powerless, she would
have been trashing around in pure, unadulterated need, but drugged as
she was, her body could hardly quiver.
The orgasm came as she was being raised out of the vat, a great wave of
feelings that drove her down into a black pit as it stole her senses.
The pleasure started somewhere deep in her belly, rolling outwards,
throughout her frail body in ever increasing pulses. Despite her
torpor, she convulsed and shook in her bonds, before finally subsiding,
her red face slumped onto her chest as she continued to take deep,
ragged breaths, even in sleep.
Of course, the machinery continued its evil work, raising the helpless
heroine out of the vat, and waiting while the rivulets of syrup stopped
dripping from her naked body. Then she was swung slowly to the left,
and another hatch opened beneath her. This time she was just dunked
into the vat, her unresisting body fitting neatly through the opening.
When she was raised again, several moments later, Ampere's entire
body glistened from the neck down, with a rich ebony glaze.
The dark chocolate shell rapidly hardened in the air, sealing the
heroine in a tough casing. Beneath this casing the sugar syrup
continued to arouse and stimulate the young woman. Once the chocolate
had solidified, Ampere was swung back to the centre of the room and
gently lowered to the floor. It was later still when the heavy door was
once more opened, and the Confectioner walked back in, regarding his
prize, and smiling as she slowly struggled to wake.
Unclipping the cord from her wrists, the villain lifted her into his
arms, admiring the way the chocolate had moulded itself to every curve
of her body. Her flushed features showed her continued arousal, and
although her eyes had begun to blink open, she didn't seem to
register anything around her. The Confectioner carried her into another
specially prepared chamber, and carefully laid her onto a large plastic
sheet, spread out on the floor. Sitting himself down beside her, he
watched as realisation began to dawn on the poor heroine, and the next
cycle began.