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"I apologise for the discomfort, but great art often requires us to make sacrifices, don't you agree?" Milo M'Beki asked rhetorically as he finished applying the second vibrating egg to En-Trance left nipple, deftly securing it in place with some medical tape.

"Mmpphh!!..U assardd!!! I ill uck u ufff ho bahddd!!" En-Trance growled, as she strained to reach Milo, her lavender eyes glowing fiercely. The metal cuffs about her wrists held the struggling heroine easily, and the soft silk gag over her mouth had been used by Milo for aesthetic purposes only. Beneath it the Shadow Siren's lips were held firmly shut by more tape, insuring that the curvaceous beauty would remain secured and powerless while Milo worked.

"I promised you a session like none you have ever had before Trance, and I am a man who keeps his promises. Do you mind if I call you Trance? En-Trance sound so formal and after all, given that you are about to put on a very intimate show for the cameras." Milo took a step back and nodded his head, his lips peeled back from his white teeth in an exultant smile of victory, before he turned and walked to a nearby table. He opened a small case and began to work on something, keeping his body carefully between the struggling Shadow Siren and whatever it was he was doing.

En-Trance glared at Milo's back, then twisted her head to view the cuffs and bars that held her in place. A few experimental tugs only reaffirmed their strength but the locks looked relatively simple and she snarled in frustration, knowing that if she could only reach the lock pick she kept hidden beneath her hair she would able to free herself. It was only a few feet away , so close! En-Trance tried to flex her legs, push her body up so her trapped hand could reach it. She groaned with the exertion, but the effort proved beyond her. She just wasn't strong enough. A sudden sharp pinch on her upper thigh brought her head snapping round and her eyes widened in horror as Milo stepped back, an empty syringe in his hand.

"Ot avve U ohnne?"

"Just a little something to take the edge off the discomfort, help you relax a little more. You should start to feel the effects pretty quickly." Milo replied in a conversational way as he placed the syringe back in its case, then walked beyond the spotlights he had trained on his captive. Milo checked the focus on the digital video camera and satisfied with the results he pressed record.

Milo picked up his digital SLR camera, the same one he had used to photograph her outside, and hung it around his neck by the strap before finally picking up a small remote control which he held up for En-Trance' inspection

"Normally, I don't go to all of this effort for a photo shoot. But as you are the first Super Heroine I am going to immortalise, I think the extra preparations are worth it. " Milo watched as En-Trance glared at him, but said nothing. He smiled again, luxuriating in the rush of power through his veins as he let his eyes roam over her body. The famous Shadow Siren was his, to do with as he wished, and he had real interesting plans for her.

"Normally I get the girls drunk, or just persuade them to be a little more daring and shoot the results. You would be surprised what women will do in the privacy of a photo studio. A little harmless dare. Is it my fault that they feel remorse the next day? " Milo shrugged. "I don't think so. But I do make use of it. You would be surprised just how many women in Racks View are under my thumb and willing to do me...little favours now and then, to keep the pictures out of public circulation." Milo's smile took on a lascivious cast as he ran his thumb over the buttons that would activate the devices taped to En-Trance body or pressed against her intimately.

"Oh not Super Nova, your friend didn't betray you. I stay well away from that one. And not Alchemica, though I did try. Drugs just don't work on her do they? But they work on you." Milo said slyly as he watched a little colour creep into En-Trance' cheeks, watched her breathing begin to increase as the potent booster shot of aphrodisiac and hallucinogen cocktail he had injected into her began to take effect.

"I wasn't lying by the way, I could have helped you find Alchemica. I know where she is, but as hard as it may be for you to believe right now Trance, you are better off where you are." Milo pressed a button and one of the vibrators taped to En-trance hardening nipple began to buzz gently. He nodded in satisfaction as En-Trance eyes closed, her hands clenched and she fought back a surprised moan of unexpected pleasure.

"Just taking pictures of you with your clothes off wouldn't have given me enough of a hold on you though. You have already bared all for Playboy. No, for you something else was required. More than a sexy Super Heroine, a sexy, defeated, Super Heroine."

En-Trance opened her eyes, shaking her head desperately as she battled to remain in control of her own body. "Nnhhoo...oonn't!!!"

"So, are you ready for your close ups Trance?" Milo ignored En-Trance' pleas as he activated the rest of the toys he had placed in intimate contract with the heroine's drug aroused body, then picked up his camera. "That's it, moan for me baby, that's good...give me more..."

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"I apologise for the discomfort, but great art often requires us to make sacrifices, don't you agree?" Milo M'Beki asked rhetorically as he finished applying the second vibrating egg to En-Trance left nipple, deftly securing it in place with some medical tape.

"Mmpphh!!..U assardd!!! I ill uck u ufff ho bahddd!!" En-Trance growled, as she strained to reach Milo, her lavender eyes glowing fiercely. The metal cuffs about her wrists held the struggling heroine easily, and the soft silk gag over her mouth had been used by Milo for aesthetic purposes only. Beneath it the Shadow Siren's lips were held firmly shut by more tape, insuring that the curvaceous beauty would remain secured and powerless while Milo worked.

"I promised you a session like none you have ever had before Trance, and I am a man who keeps his promises. Do you mind if I call you Trance? En-Trance sound so formal and after all, given that you are about to put on a very intimate show for the cameras." Milo took a step back and nodded his head, his lips peeled back from his white teeth in an exultant smile of victory, before he turned and walked to a nearby table. He opened a small case and began to work on something, keeping his body carefully between the struggling Shadow Siren and whatever it was he was doing.

En-Trance glared at Milo's back, then twisted her head to view the cuffs and bars that held her in place. A few experimental tugs only reaffirmed their strength but the locks looked relatively simple and she snarled in frustration, knowing that if she could only reach the lock pick she kept hidden beneath her hair she would able to free herself. It was only a few feet away , so close! En-Trance tried to flex her legs, push her body up so her trapped hand could reach it. She groaned with the exertion, but the effort proved beyond her. She just wasn't strong enough. A sudden sharp pinch on her upper thigh brought her head snapping round and her eyes widened in horror as Milo stepped back, an empty syringe in his hand.

"Ot avve U ohnne?"

"Just a little something to take the edge off the discomfort, help you relax a little more. You should start to feel the effects pretty quickly." Milo replied in a conversational way as he placed the syringe back in its case, then walked beyond the spotlights he had trained on his captive. Milo checked the focus on the digital video camera and satisfied with the results he pressed record.

Milo picked up his digital SLR camera, the same one he had used to photograph her outside, and hung it around his neck by the strap before finally picking up a small remote control which he held up for En-Trance' inspection

"Normally, I don't go to all of this effort for a photo shoot. But as you are the first Super Heroine I am going to immortalise, I think the extra preparations are worth it. " Milo watched as En-Trance glared at him, but said nothing. He smiled again, luxuriating in the rush of power through his veins as he let his eyes roam over her body. The famous Shadow Siren was his, to do with as he wished, and he had real interesting plans for her.

"Normally I get the girls drunk, or just persuade them to be a little more daring and shoot the results. You would be surprised what women will do in the privacy of a photo studio. A little harmless dare. Is it my fault that they feel remorse the next day? " Milo shrugged. "I don't think so. But I do make use of it. You would be surprised just how many women in Racks View are under my thumb and willing to do me...little favours now and then, to keep the pictures out of public circulation." Milo's smile took on a lascivious cast as he ran his thumb over the buttons that would activate the devices taped to En-Trance body or pressed against her intimately.

"Oh not Super Nova, your friend didn't betray you. I stay well away from that one. And not Alchemica, though I did try. Drugs just don't work on her do they? But they work on you." Milo said slyly as he watched a little colour creep into En-Trance' cheeks, watched her breathing begin to increase as the potent booster shot of aphrodisiac and hallucinogen cocktail he had injected into her began to take effect.

"I wasn't lying by the way, I could have helped you find Alchemica. I know where she is, but as hard as it may be for you to believe right now Trance, you are better off where you are." Milo pressed a button and one of the vibrators taped to En-trance hardening nipple began to buzz gently. He nodded in satisfaction as En-Trance eyes closed, her hands clenched and she fought back a surprised moan of unexpected pleasure.

"Just taking pictures of you with your clothes off wouldn't have given me enough of a hold on you though. You have already bared all for Playboy. No, for you something else was required. More than a sexy Super Heroine, a sexy, defeated, Super Heroine."

En-Trance opened her eyes, shaking her head desperately as she battled to remain in control of her own body. "Nnhhoo...oonn't!!!"

"So, are you ready for your close ups Trance?" Milo ignored En-Trance' pleas as he activated the rest of the toys he had placed in intimate contract with the heroine's drug aroused body, then picked up his camera. "That's it, moan for me baby, that's good...give me more..."

Previous Chapter

Mature Content

Next Chapter

Mature Content

( Milo delivers on his promise of a Photo Shoot En-Trance won't soon forget )

Art by

Milo M'Beki is the oc's of and may not be used without her permission

En-Trance and the mentioned Alchemica are my oc's and may not be used without permission

Story takes place in the Racks View universe created by