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An anguished moan pierced the silence as Starr once again tried forcing the ropes. They’re just ropes, why can’t I break them? she wondered. She was kneeling on a bed, her ankles crossed and tied together beneath her with a tight rope binding them to the iron headboard. Her knees were spread apart and each one securely tied to its respective corner at the rear of the bed. Her forearms were pressed together, and a long strand encircled them from her wrists all the way to her elbows. Her arms were pulled back and tied to the headboard as well. Another rope had been braided into her hair, and it too attached to the headboard, pulling her head back at an uncomfortable angle and restricting her movement further. As if that weren’t enough, the final rope was snugly tied to her waist, then passed between her buttocks parting her labia and back up through the waist again and tied to the footboard like some kind of sick handmade thong.

The position forced her to push her hips forward while leaning her shoulders back, making quite a lascivious display for anyone entering the room, especially since her costume had been removed.

She tried one more time to dislodge the large rubber ball inside her mouth, but it had been fastened so tightly she was already feeling the corners of her mouth chafe against the straps.

The room itself was pretty ordinary. Posters of popular bands hung on the walls, a desk with a computer sat in one corner, a TV with several video game consoles stood in the other. This looks like a teenager’s room, she thought. What happened?

Starr once again tried running the day’s events back through her mind.

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She had showed up earlier at a local high school. She was just supposed to make an appearance and give a brief speech about good citizenship and other civic duty material, which she did. After the speech, she was meeting with the Honor Society kids. One of the seniors (Jimmy, was it?) had wanted to ask her something in private, so she accompanied him to an empty classroom. It was all a blank after that. The next thing she could remember was finding herself bound in this position.

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The sound of the doorknob turning snapped her attention back to the present. As much as her bondage would let her, she turned her head toward the door. The senior she had met with earlier walked in with a big smile on his face.

“Sorry to keep you waiting like this,” he said, dropping his bags and jacket on the desk chair, “but I had to go back to school for a while. Is everything still attached okay?”

The teenager lightly tugged at the restraints, paying extra attention to the one digging into Starr’s crotch. “Good, nothing came undone. I wasn’t sure I’d tied those knots right.”

Starr whined in confusion.

“Jimmy, remember?” he answered. Seeing the exasperation in Starr’s face, he continued, “Oh, you’re wondering why and how, not who. Let me explain…”

“See, ever since puberty, I’ve been able to do this ‘thing’ with my mind. I can listen in on people’s thoughts and even make them do stuff just by forcing them with my brain. It’s pretty cool, really. I actually used to be a straight-C student, but since I can listen in on all the smart kids during tests, I’m now in line to be valedictorian!”

“Not only that, but I’ve dated and fucked every cheerleader, too. Well, okay, not Tiffany, but just because she’s such a skank, I don’t know what I’d catch from her. Anyway, when you showed up today, I was like ‘Wow! I gotta get some of that action!’ Sure, I could’ve just had you fall madly in love with me, but my desires have been getting a little more… extreme… as of late.”

“You’re probably wondering why you can’t break free, right?” Jimmy asked.

Starr tried to nod her head, but only succeeded in pulling her own hair.

“That was something I wasn’t sure I could pull off,” Jimmy answered. “What I did was mentally block you access to your powers. Pretty cool, eh? I mean, you still got them, but you just can’t use any of them!”

A rage built up inside of Starr, and she yanked furiously against the ropes.

“Oh, don’t bother,” Jimmy scoffed. “If you haven’t gotten free by now, you aren’t going to until I let you.”

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Jimmy got up and opened the door. A middle-aged woman smiled. Starr bounced up and down and moaned frantically at the woman.

“Jimmy, dinner will be ready in about an hour, okay?”

“Sure thing, Mom,” replied Jimmy.

“Mmmmph! Mmmmph!” cried Starr.

“How’s your workload tonight?” continued the woman. “I thought maybe we all could sit around for a game later on.”

Jimmy looked back at Starr and grinned evilly. “Oh, I don’t know, Mom. I think I’m going to have a lot to get done tonight.”

“Mmmmph! Mmmmph!” cried Starr again. Why isn’t she responding?

“Okay, sweetie, you just keep hammering those books so you can go to a good college. I’ll see you at the table in a little bit.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Jimmy said as his mother turned away, letting him close the door once more.

Turning back to Starr, he preemptively answered her question. “I made sure she didn’t see or hear you. In fact, no one in this house is going to even realize you were here, except me, of course. Really, that gag isn’t necessary, but it just really adds to the mood, you know?”

Once more, Starr tried forcing her way free, but all she did was make Jimmy laugh.

“That’s why you gals have so much success. You never quit,” he taunted.

Jimmy climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of Starr, unable to take his eyes off her forward-thrusting chest. Taking each breast into a hand, he clumsily began kneading them together, occasionally licking each nipple.

Starr wanted to pull away, but the few inches she could move were hardly enough to escape Jimmy’s enthusiastic hands.

“Aren’t you enjoying this?” Jimmy asked.

Of course not, you stupid kid! Starr thought. First of all, you’re raping me and second, you’ve obviously never tried to actually please a woman or you’d have an idea how to do this right!

“You did catch the part where I said I could read thoughts, didn’t you?”

Oh, crap…

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders. “Well, maybe my technique does need some work, and there’s no better way to learn than to practice.”

Jimmy moved his hands up to Starr’s shoulders, then slowly caressed down her body, returning to the heroine’s ample breasts. He continued to play with each breast, flicking and pinching at her nipples.

Starr felt her nipples answer his touch, growing stiff with arousal even as she moaned in despair.

“Well, that sounds like an improvement,” Jimmy gloated.

Jimmy slid around behind Starr and slipped a hand between her helplessly spread legs. Starr jerked violently, but the ropes held the powerless heroine. Jimmy pressed his palm against her mound and rubbed in gentle rhythm along the crotch rope. He then grabbed the rope and gently shook it, sending painful, yet tantalizing, vibrations into Starr’s clitoris.

“This is kind of in the way, isn’t it?” Jimmy asked, tugging at the knot with his free hand. Starr sighed in momentary relief as Jimmy undid the crotch rope, allowing her slightly more movement.

Her respite was a brief one however, as Jimmy’s hand returned to her pussy. Two fingers extended along the length of her inflamed labia and easily slipped inside.

Jimmy grinned again. “Wet already? Looks like I’m figuring this out quicker than I thought.” Jimmy smiled at the notion that he was searching Starr’s mind and finding out what combinations excited her most. Everything was easier when you had the cheat sheet.

Jimmy slowly pushed his fingers all the way inside her, then curled them upward, around the pubic bone, and found what he was looking for: the Gräfenberg Spot. Just a few taps and rubs made Starr lurch and groan in pleasure as his palm filled with the gushing female ejaculate.

“Wow!” Jimmy exclaimed. “That does work! What happens if we keep doing that?”

Starr could feel herself weaken with each further assault on her most sensitive spot. After her fifth orgasm, she was barely able to remain conscious. The room was filled with the sounds of her gasping for breath through the gag.

Wiping his hand off on a towel, Jimmy commented, “Well, that was fun, but I’m done with the foreplay. Time for some real action.” He began unbuckling his belt and removing his trousers.

Oh God, Starr thought, I’m going to be raped by this kid. Worse, I’m going to enjoy it!

“That’s right, baby,” growled Jimmy as he knelt down in front of Starr. He grabbed her hips and pulled them forward. In her weakened state, Starr was helpless to resist.

With a single thrust combined with a groan of supremacy, Jimmy forced himself inside Starr. He pushed his throbbing phallus its full length into her sopping vagina. The teenager’s head lurched back in pleasure as he felt the powerful muscles of her cunt gripping his manhood. He pulled back and thrust repeatedly. This was even better than he’d hoped. Not only was he fucking the most powerful woman on the planet, but also he reveled in the pitiful sounds of her muffled cries. For several minutes, the room was filled with his grunts of victory and her stifled moans of defeat, until at last he erupted inside of her, collapsing against her heaving chest as his testicles emptied completely.

When he could finally think again, Jimmy pulled his semi-erect penis and wiped it off on Starr’s thighs. Jimmy pulled his pants back on and moved to stand beside his captive, glancing at his alarm clock.

“That was awesome! Thank you, Starr. Man, I’d like to keep you here forever, but someone will probably be looking for you before too long. We’ll definitely have to do this again sometime,” he exclaimed. “In fact, maybe we ought to do this with a couple of your teammates, too. That would be hot!”

Starr couldn’t even manage basic defiance at this point. This nobody punk with powers had humiliated and violated her in ways no one had done before.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” Jimmy ordered. “You’re going to remain perfectly still while I untie you. Then, you’re going to put on your costume and fly straight home. Finally, as soon as you get home, you’re going to forget me and everything that happened since you gave your speech this afternoon. Got it?”

Starr could feel Jimmy’s psychic commands imprinting themselves on her brain. She tried to fight it, but his mental abilities far outweighed her own willpower. She nodded as much as the rope holding her hair let her.

“Good girl,” grinned Jimmy.

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“Hey, where ya been?” asked Shadow Girl, as Starr walked into the command room. “You were supposed to relieve me an hour ago!”

“I had that speech to give at the high school this afternoon,” Starr replied.

Confused, Shadow Girl said, “I thought that was at two this afternoon. It’s six o’clock now! Don’t tell me you were there for four hours.”

Starr looked up at the clock. Sure enough, it was after six. Starr shook her head. “I’ve got no clue. I must’ve just been flying around during that time.”

Shadow Girl shrugged. “Well, that’s cool and all, but next time, how about a phone call or something? I was beginning to worry.”

“Will do,” replied Starr, taking a seat at the main terminal. “Sorry.”

“Hey, it happens. See ya later!” Shadow Girl waved as she left hurriedly.

As Starr scanned the data on the screen, she shifted uncomfortably in the chair. Where had she been, and why was she so darn sore all over?

The End