Ampere Story - Part Three
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Ampere forced her eyes open, initially aware only of the great heat
that suffused her body. Her bleary eyes took several seconds to focus
enough to recognise the leering face of the Confectioner. He seemed to
watching her, expecting some sort of reaction, but the heroine
struggled to ignore the evil villain while she orientated herself.
Beyond the all-encompassing warmth, the first thing to draw Ampere's
attention, was the slender plastic shackle which still held her wrists
together. Looking down at the rest of herself, the heroine was startled
to see her dark chocolate cocoon. She tried to kick her legs, to
somehow break loose, but realised almost immediately that she was well
and truly stuck. She became aware that the Confectioner was talking to
her at the same moment that her growing ardour impinged on her
consciousness.
"Hello again sweet Ampere, I trust that you had a nice rest",
grinned the villain superciliously, then, noticing the widening of her
eyes and the flush that rose up into her face he continued, "Ah, I
see that my sugar crust is helping you to relax even more!"
Ampere's retort died on her lips as a wave of pleasure flowed gently
through her. It seemed to begin at her toes, starting as a soft
tingling which slowly grew in intensity and seeped up her legs and into
her belly. The heroine bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan of desire.
The villain simply laughed at her discomfort, knowing that there was
nothing the young woman could do to stop the inevitable climax she was
building to.
The pleasure crested Ampere's chest, tingling delightfully across her
nipples as it climbed into her neck. Then, still getting more intense,
the wave rolled into her face and seemed to explode through the top of
her head. With the pleasure came another wave of lethargy, a heaviness
that pressed down on her, seeming to force her into the floor itself.
The heroine felt so weak now, but she knew that she had to try to
resist the sensation, to keep awake so that she could fight.
Then, a second wave of tingling excitement rolled more quickly up from
her toes, followed almost immediately by a third. It was too much for
Ampere, she gasped out her breaths, moaning as her arousal steadily
grew, she couldn't move, could hardly think, all she wanted was for
the release that her orgasm would grant her, at that moment she would
have considered almost anything, just to have that release. Then,
without warning, she reached that peak and once more the heroine felt
her mind being driven down into darkness as she climaxed, screaming in
pleasure.
The Confectioner was awed by his captive's display, and not a little
aroused by her apparent helplessness in the face of his new formulae.
Not for the first time, the villain wondered exactly how she had
managed to resist his gob-stopper. However, it seemed clear that this
particular approach was certainly effective, and he wondered how many
more climaxes it would require before she would be ready to move onto
the next phase.
The villain knew that although it would be "entertaining" to watch
Ampere succumb again and again, he actually needed to check on some of
his other experiments and concoctions. Therefore, reluctantly, he left
his captive, knowing that each time she awoke, the sugar coating her
body would drive her to orgasm and then back into helpless slumber.
Pausing at the door of the chamber, to blow her a kiss, the villain
walked out, locking her inside.
Ampere, groaned, waking this time was even more of a battle, but her
desire not to be beaten was strong. She just hoped that it was strong
enough to get her out of her predicament. The heroine fought against
the intense tingling that was even now beginning to roll up her body
and forcing herself to concentrate she looked at what assets she could
draw on. The list was very short, and she almost gave into despair,
letting the pleasure take her consciousness away once more. But the
thought of letting the villain win was so abhorrent to her, that she
knew that she had to fight to the bitter end.
She knew that she was trapped in a room without electrical devices, her
body was sealed in tough chocolate, and every time the insidious sugar
brought her to climax, she was getting weaker. However, although they
were shackled, her arms were free of the chocolate shell, and, perhaps
more importantly, she still had her goggles. Ampere suddenly cried out,
the stimulation getting so powerful now, and that terrible sleepy
sensation threatening to overwhelm her once more.
Knowing that she must do something right now, the heroine reached out
with her powers, easily isolating the battery for her goggles, and
siphoning the energy into her body. Immediately she was invigorated,
the small charge enough to re-energise the faltering woman and grant
her a momentary reprieve. The tingling sensation was more intense now,
but she was able to concentrate on her task, and somehow shunt the
sensations into the back of her mind. Still, it was all the young woman
could do to stifle her groans.
Focussing on the small amount of energy she had at her disposal, Ampere
strained, expanding her power as much as she had ever attempted, she
was now draining the very static charge, hanging in the air around her.
Once she was certain that she had as much as she could gather, the
heroine poured her power out, through the lenses of her goggles, the
electricity transformed into an almost coherent beam of pure energy. It
lasted for only a few seconds, but that was enough.
The beam cut through the narrow plastic shackle, and then played for a
moment over her imprisoned body. A small puff of smoke rose from her
ankles as she focussed and neatly bisected the binding around her
ankles, and then, just as the beam began to die, she locked her gaze on
the heavy metal door which sealed the chamber. The beam flickered for a
moment, and then died, Ampere let out a cry of anguish, the stress of
pushing her powers still searing through her, fortunately driving away
her desire for at least the moment.
Sobbing in pain, the heroine gingerly flexed her legs, and was
delighted to feel the chocolate coating give. She kicked forcefully,
and the thick brown shell cracked, splintering into fragments as she
gyrated. Relieved, Ampere slumped back to the floor. She was free of
the bindings, but still trapped deep inside the Confectioner's lair,
and still coated with his evil sugar dip. Almost on cue, the wonderful
tingling began again, this time even more insistent.
Desperately, Ampere used her gloved hands to try to sweep the splinters
of chocolate and the thick sugar frost off of her body. As soon as she
touched herself she realised her mistake. Her skin was alive, more
sensitive than she could ever have imagined, and her touch sent shivers
of delight which rippled over her body. She groaned, her body doubling
over, and although the brave girl tried to clamp down on her feelings,
it really was no use.
Ampere's groans turned to a shrill cry, almost a scream. Her body,
now unconfined by the chocolate cocoon, convulsed and gyrated. She
arched her back in her need, pumping her hips and wave after wave of
sensation pounded her frail body. She wasn't really conscious in the
true sense of the word, but a deeper darkness rose up to claim her, and
after what seemed an eternity, she fell, panting, back onto the hard
floor of her cell. The poor heroine's last conscious thought before
she gave into the blackness which engulfed her, was a fervent hope that
she would awaken before the villain returned.