Chapter 1: Introduction
The New Year wouldn't wait for me. It never did, relentlessly marching forward for no man or superheroine, indifferent to the cold rain that whipped against my window panes.
I tugged at the gold and crimson scarf wrapped around my neck, feeling warmth infuse my body as I prepared to face the drizzle. It was the color of fire and sunlight, a gift from my little sister who thought it'd look great on me. She'd wanted me to wear it to the party tonight, but I had hesitated.
It wasn't the outfit itself that made me feel uneasy, but rather the connotations that came with it. The dress was simple enough, a red zip-up number with a fitted bodice and a flared skirt, but the lacey pink underwear underneath was another matter entirely.
I checked myself out in the mirror, running my fingers through my short blonde hair. My blue eyes met my reflection, and I could see the uncertainty flickering in them. I'd been a member of the Justice League for only a few months, but already I'd faced my fair share of dangers. I had the strength of a dozen men and an invulnerability that had saved my life countless times, but none of that prepared me for the challenges of being a woman in this world.
The doorbell rang, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I took a deep breath and opened the door, revealing my three college friends, their faces flushed with excitement. They were all wearing New Year's Eve outfits, their eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Cassie!" cried Sarah, throwing her arms around me. "We need your help with something."
"What's up?" I asked, stepping aside to let them in.
"We're going to a party tonight," said Lucy, "and the girls thought it'd be hilarious if we brought a tied-up Cassie as a gift."
I felt my heart race, and my palms grew clammy. "You want to tie me up and bring me to a party?"
"That's exactly what we want!" Emily exclaimed, her eyes gleaming.
Before I could even react, they pounced, their laughter echoing through the apartment.
I struggled against their grip, my super strength useless against their combined force. They dragged me into the living room, pushing me onto the couch.
"We've got her!" cried Sarah, holding up a length of rope.
My heart raced as they tied me up, their fingers quick and deft. They wound the rope around my wrists, securing them behind my back. Next, they bound my ankles, leaving me trussed up like a Christmas turkey.
"This is insane," I protested, my voice shaking.
But they just laughed and high-fived each other. "You're going to be the hit of the party!" said Lucy.
"We thought we'd give our gift a little boost."
Sarah, the one who'd initiated the idea, disappeared into Cassie's bedroom. A moment later, she returned with a deep red leotard, emblazoned with the word "Wonderslut" across the chest. It was the costume Harleyquinn had forced Cassie to wear once after kidnapping her.
Lucy unzipped Cassie's dress, revealing her pink lacey underwear. The sight sent a jolt through Cassie, but she fought to maintain her composure.
"Cassie, we didn't mean to embarrass you," said Sarah, her voice filled with sincerity. "We just wanted to make you the center of attention at the party."
Cassie remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ceiling.
She knew she couldn't tell them the truth about Harleyquinn and the forced humiliation she had endured.
"Oh, come on, Cassie! Why do you have it?" Emily asked, her voice dripping with curiosity.
Lucy leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Did you wear it for someone special?"
Cassie took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "I just thought it was funny," she said, her voice steady.
Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Funny? Or were you hoping to attract some attention?"
Cassie felt a blush creep up her cheeks. She didn't want to admit that she had once worn it for Harleyquinn, in a desperate attempt to win her affection.
"I don't know what you mean," she said, trying to sound nonchalant.
But her friends weren't buying it.
Sarah, in particular, seemed to take great delight in forcing Cassie to wear the "Wonderslut" costume, grinning at her with a malicious gleam in her eyes. The other girls joined in, laughing at Cassie's discomfort.
Cassie closed her eyes, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She knew she should have refused, but she had been so caught off guard that she hadn't thought to object. Now, as she stood there, bound and humiliated, she wished she had the courage to stand up for herself.
Sarah pulled out a silicone lip gag from her bag and handed it to Lucy.
"Lucy, I think this would be the perfect finishing touch," she said, grinning mischievously.
Cassie's heart raced as Lucy approached her, holding the gag. She tried to protest, but her voice was muffled by the ropes around her wrists. Lucy pressed the gag against Cassie's mouth, silencing her completely.
"There, that's better," said Lucy, patting Cassie's cheek.
Cassie's eyes widened with fear and anger as she realized she couldn't speak or scream. She tried to struggle, but the ropes held her firm.
Her friends laughed and high-fived each other, clearly enjoying their little prank.
Sarah, the ringleader, then produced a length of red rope, which she used to tie Cassie's arms in a tight box tie. Cassie's breath hitched as the rough fibers dug into her skin, but she didn't protest. She knew that fighting would only make things worse.
Once they had finished tying her up, Lucy attached a collar around Cassie's neck, fastening it with a heavy metal clasp. It was made of black leather, with silver studs and a shiny metal tag that read "Wonderslut" in bold letters. Cassie felt a shiver run down her spine as Lucy clipped a leash to the collar, giving it a playful tug.
"There, all done," said Sarah, stepping back to admire their handiwork. "You look amazing, Cassie.
Or should I say, Wonderslut?" Sarah said, giggling.
Lucy led Cassie out the door, but Cassie resisted. Sarah, growing impatient, slapped her ass and called her Wonderslut, forcing Cassie to hop after Lucy.
As they walked down the hallway, Cassie's mind raced. She couldn't believe what was happening. She felt humiliated and exposed, but at the same time, there was a thrill running through her veins.
She tried to focus on the party ahead, on the people she would meet and the conversations she would have. But every step she took, every jolt of her body, reminded her of her current state.
When they arrived at the party, they were greeted by a sea of people. The music was loud, and the lights were flashing.
Cassie felt her heart pounding in her chest as Sarah dragged her towards the stage. She tried to ask if they were going to free her, but the girls only laughed and pulled her forward. Sarah gave her a playful spank as they reached the stage, and Cassie felt her face flush with embarrassment.
The crowd was packed, and all eyes were on her. Cassie's heart raced as she looked out at the sea of faces, her body taut with anticipation. She knew she couldn't back down now, not after everything that had happened. She had to show these girls, and everyone else watching, that she was strong, that she was a fighter.
She could feel the weight of the leash around her neck, the rough texture of the rope digging into her wrists. But she refused to let it hold her back.
Sarah took a microphone and announced to the party that WonderSlut had arrived, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Lucy led Cassie through the throngs of people, her wrists bound behind her, and tied her to a St Ives cross in the middle of the room. Cassie could feel the eyes of everyone on her, and she blushed, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red.
She tried to pull against the ropes, testing their strength, but they held firm. She was trapped, exposed, and vulnerable. And yet, there was a thrill running through her veins, a sense of excitement that she had never felt before.
"You look amazing, Cassie," Sarah whispered in her ear, her breath hot against Cassie's skin.
"Ready for your first performance?"
Cassie could only nod, her heart racing as Sarah began to stroke the flogger against her skin, the sting making her gasp.
Lucy, meanwhile, had taken up position at Cassie's armpits, tickling them with feather-like precision. The sensation was almost too much for Cassie to bear, her body tensing and arching in response.
"That's it, Wonderslut," Sarah purred, her voice dripping with desire. "Let go."
Cassie felt herself slipping, the edge of pleasure and pain blurring together until she could no longer tell one from the other. She could feel herself coming, her body trembling and convulsing as the orgasm washed over her.
The crowd watched, entranced, as Cassie writhed in ecstasy.
Her eyes rolled back, her body arched, and she moaned softly.
But Lucy wasn't satisfied yet. She whispered something in Cassie's ear, her voice low and husky.
"If you cum without asking permission, you'll be punished," she warned.
Sarah, however, seemed intent on pushing Cassie to her limits. She continued to flog her, each stroke eliciting a gasp or a moan.
Cassie, caught up in the moment, lost track of time. She was a slave to her desires, her body craving release.
But Lucy's words lingered in her mind, a faint whisper of caution amidst the storm of pleasure. She tried to hold back, to resist the temptation, but it was like trying to stop a freight train with a feather.
Her body betrayed her, and she found herself careening towards the edge.
Cassie begged Lucy to let her orgasm, but Lucy refused.
"You have to learn control, Wondergirl," Lucy admonished, her voice stern. "You can't let your desires rule you."
Cassie whimpered in frustration, but she knew Lucy was right. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on something else, anything else.
The crowd around them cheered and jeered, the atmosphere thick with excitement and anticipation. Cassie could feel the sweat beading on her forehead, the tension in her muscles as she struggled to maintain her composure.
Lucy continued to tickle and flog her, each stroke and touch designed to push her closer and closer to the edge. But Cassie refused to give in, not without Lucy's permission.
"Good girl," Lucy murmured, her voice softening.
But her praise was short-lived as Sarah continued to wield the flogger, aiming for Cassie's clit with unyielding precision. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Cassie's body. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, leaving her breathless and gasping.
Lucy watched with a mixture of admiration and annoyance. "Sarah, stop," she said, her voice stern. "That's enough for now." But Sarah ignored her, her eyes wild with a mix of desire and cruelty.
Cassie's body trembled as she fought to regain control of herself. She was still bound, still on display for the partygoers who watched with rapt attention. Sarah finally stopped, but the damage had already been done.
Lucy, her patience worn thin, reached for a nearby bowl filled with icy water.
She lifted it high above Cassie's head, the droplets sparkling in the dim light.
"As a punishment for disobeying, you'll have to endure this," Lucy declared, her voice icy cold. She poured the contents of the bowl over Cassie's exposed chest, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the tied-up superheroine.
Cassie's body jerked and convulsed as the frigid water hit her sensitive skin. Her nipples hardened into tight peaks, and goosebumps erupted across her body.
Cassie squirmed, her bonds cutting into her wrists and ankles, as the crowd of partygoers gathered around her. They laughed and jeered, their hands reaching out to touch her, to tickle her, to tease her.
Sarah and Lucy had left her alone for three hours, leaving her at the mercy of the guests. Cassie tried to keep her eyes closed, but the bright lights and the constant movement made it impossible. She could hear the sounds of laughter and chatter all around her, the buzz of voices mixing with the thumping bass of the music.
She could feel hands on her body, exploring every inch of her, and she couldn't help but respond. A shiver ran through her as someone pinched her nipple, and she moaned softly, her body betraying her.
Time seemed to stretch on forever, each minute torturous as she waited for rescue.
The partygoers had grown tired of their game, and the room had slowly emptied out. The clock struck midnight, signaling the start of a new year, but Cassie couldn't bring herself to care.
As the last of the guests left, Sarah emerged from the shadows. She approached Cassie, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Sarah's eyes trailed over Cassie's body, lingering on the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles.
"I hope you had fun," Sarah said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I know I did."
Cassie glared at her, her heart racing as she tried to wriggle free from her restraints. But it was no use; the ropes held tight, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.
Sarah leaned in close, her lips brushing against Cassie's ear.
"Well, Wonderslut, what's it going to be?" she whispered seductively. "Shall I leave you here, on display for everyone to see? Or shall I take you to my bedroom and show you what real pleasure feels like?"
Cassie's heart raced as she considered her options. On one hand, she was humiliated and terrified, standing here bound and gagged, with strangers touching her and laughing at her. On the other hand, there was a part of her that was intrigued by Sarah's offer. She had never been with a woman before, and the thought of exploring that side of herself was both exciting and terrifying.
But she couldn't let Sarah have the satisfaction of thinking she had won. Cassie had to regain control of the situation.
"Neither," she hissed back, struggling against her restraints.
Sarah chuckled softly, her breath warm against Cassie's ear. "Well, that's too bad," she whispered. "I was hoping you'd choose the latter."
With a wicked grin, Sarah grabbed the leash attached to Cassie's collar and led her out of the living room, past the curious stares of the remaining partygoers.
Cassie stumbled after her, her heart pounding in her chest. She had no idea what awaited her in Sarah's bedroom, but she knew it wouldn't be good.
As they walked down the hallway, Cassie couldn't help but notice the strange noises coming from behind closed doors. Laughter, moans, and the occasional slap of flesh against flesh echoed through the narrow passageway, making Cassie's skin prickle with unease.
Sarah led her to a door at the end of the hallway, the sounds of pleasure growing louder with each step.
She pushed open the door and dragged Cassie inside, revealing a dimly lit room with red velvet wallpaper and a four-poster bed. The room was adorned with various sex toys and bondage gear, some of which Cassie recognized from her own collection.
In the middle of the room, Lucy was bound to a wooden St. Andrew's cross, her body writhing in pleasure as an A/vibrator tormented her sensitive spots. Her eyes were covered with a black silk blindfold, and her lips were stretched wide with a red ball gag.
"Look who I found!" Sarah exclaimed, pulling Cassie closer to the scene.
Lucy's head jerked up, her eyes widening in surprise as she recognized Cassie's voice.
Sarah wasted no time. She grabbed Cassie's arms, pulling them up and over her head, and secured them to the headboard with soft velvet ropes. Cassie struggled, but Sarah was too strong.
"Sarah, what are you doing?" Cassie demanded, her voice muffled by the ring gag.
Sarah ignored her, her eyes focused on the task at hand. She tied Cassie's legs to the footboard, spreading her wide and leaving her completely exposed.
Cassie's heart raced as she realized what was happening. She was completely vulnerable, unable to move or speak.
Lucy watched from her position on the cross, her eyes wide with excitement and curiosity. She had never seen Sarah like this before, so confident and in control.
Sarah turned her attention back to Cassie, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"Wonderslut," she purred, her voice dripping with malice. Before Cassie could react, Sarah's hand came down hard on her cheek, leaving a stinging sensation in its wake.
Cassie's eyes widened in shock as Sarah began to rain down slaps, one after another, each one harder than the last. Cassie's face burned with the force of the blows, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Lucy watched from her position on the cross, her own body trembling with anticipation and fear. She knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of Sarah's anger, and she couldn't bear to watch as Cassie suffered the same fate.
But there was nothing she could do. Her own hands and feet were bound, her body helpless to intervene.
She reached for the nearest item on the dresser, a small purple vibrator. Cassie's eyes widened with fear as Sarah slowly traced the tip of the vibrator along Cassie's inner thigh, teasing her and making her body tremble with desire. Sarah's other hand reached up to cup Cassie's breast, teasing her nipple until it was hard and aching.
"Sarah, please," Cassie begged, her voice muffled by the ring gag.
"I need to go to the bathroom." But Sarah just laughed and continued her assault on Cassie's body.
Lucy watched in horror, her own body trembling with fear and anticipation. She had never seen Sarah like this before, so cruel and dominant. She knew she had to do something, but she was bound and gagged, unable to move or speak.
Sarah's hand continued to tease Cassie's inner thigh, moving closer and closer to her wetness. Cassie's body tensed with anticipation, her breath hitching in her throat.
But just as Sarah was about to make contact, the doorbell rang. Sarah paused, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"Looks like we have company," she purred, her eyes shining with excitement. She untied Lucy from the cross, her hands quick and deft.
"I've got a surprise for you, my dear," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Lucy blinked, confused. "What's that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah grinned, her hand gesturing towards the door. "Come and see," she said, her voice filled with excitement.
Lucy followed her, her eyes wide with curiosity. She couldn't believe what she saw when she stepped into the living room.
A group of people stood there, their faces familiar but their names escaping her. They were all dressed in costumes, some more elaborate than others. There was a group of men dressed as Jokers, a group of women dressed as Harley Quinns, and even a group of people dressed as various superheroes.
"What's going on here?" Lucy asked, her voice trembling with confusion.
Sarah just grinned.
"I think it's time for some fun," she said, before pushing Lucy into the crowd.
The people around her gasped as Lucy stumbled forward, but they quickly recovered, closing in around her.
Before she knew it, Lucy was surrounded by a sea of bodies, all of them reaching out to touch her, to dress her up in their own twisted version of a superhero costume.
A man in a Batman mask handed her a skimpy red and blue leotard, the fabric barely covering her breasts and butt. Another woman, dressed as Wonder Woman, gave her a pair of fishnet stockings and high-heeled boots.
Lucy tried to protest, to push them away, but there were too many of them. They were like a tide, sweeping her up and carrying her away.
She felt hands on her body, touching her in places that no one had ever touched her before.
Her mind was swimming, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through her veins.
But suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by a voice calling her name.
"Cassie! Cassie, are you okay?"
The voice belonged to Sarah, who had returned to the room. But instead of helping her, Sarah ignored Cassie's pleas for the toilet and continued to tickle her.
Cassie squirmed, trying to get away, but Sarah was relentless. She tickled Cassie's ribs, her armpits, and even her feet.
"Please, Sarah, I really have to go," Cassie begged, her voice muffled by the gag.
Sarah laughed, enjoying the sight of Cassie's struggling.
"Oh, look, Wonderslut, you've gone and wet yourself!" she taunted, mockingly stroking the damp spot on Cassie's dress.
Cassie's face flushed with mortification, and she struggled even harder to break free. "Let me go, you bitch!" she shouted, the gag muffling her words.
Sarah just grinned, enjoying the show. "I don't think so," she said, grabbing a pair of scissors from the coffee table and cutting the ropes that bound Cassie's wrists.
Cassie rubbed her wrists, still angry but relieved to be free. She glared at Sarah, her eyes burning with hatred. "This isn't over, you fucking whore," she spat.
Sarah just shrugged, picking up the keys to the front door.
"It's time for our little guest to meet the rest of the party," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Cassie felt a chill run down her spine as Sarah opened the door and pushed her out into the hallway. The guests in the living room turned to stare at her, their eyes wide with curiosity and desire.
Lucy felt a wave of shame wash over her as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was still tied up, her wrists and ankles bound tightly with rope. She was wearing a red leotard that hugged her curves, with the words "Wonderslut" emblazoned across the chest.
She glanced down at herself, her heart sinking as she realized that she was still wet from her orgasm. The red fabric was soaked through, and she could feel the dampness spreading down her thighs.
She closed her eyes, praying for the floor to swallow her up. But her prayer went unanswered as the guests approached her, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
Lucy tried to struggle, but the ropes held her firm. She looked around frantically for Cassie, but she was nowhere to be seen. She had been separated from her friend earlier in the night, and now she was all alone.
"Look at her, isn't she just perfect?" A voice said from behind her. Lucy recognized it as Sarah, Cassie's roommate and the host of the party. She turned her head, trying to see what was happening.
Sarah was standing behind her, holding a camera. She took a step closer, snapping a picture of Lucy's bound form. "I'm going to make sure everyone sees this," she said with a wicked grin.