The Prisoner
"What did you think about today?" the powerful superheroine asked as she got real close and cuddly to the man whose lap she was sitting on, her strong arms wrapped around his shoulder while she laid her head against his neck. "I hope it was about me and not about that horrible, horrible wife that you used to have."
"W-well of course it was you," Vincent stammered as his trembling hands clasped over Power Princess's thick thigh. "I missed you while you were gone, in fact. I'm glad that you're here with me."
"Awe, babe!" the superhero exclaimed as she pecked at his neck before kissing his cheek. "You always know just what to say. ANA, would you kindly make some dinner for the two of us?"
"Yes, Jan," the female-voiced AI that controlled the base replied, where the automated kitchen got to work. "Do you have any requests?"
"Make it something with red meat, I hear it's an aphrodisiac," the blonde-haired woman cooed as she stroked Vincent's chest with her finger, causing him to blush and shudder.
"Yes ma'am."
"H-hey, honey, do you mind if I use the bathroom?" the brown-haired man asked. "I had some apple juice with lunch."
"Go ahead, hun, I'll keep your spot warm!" the heroine replied as she used a small key to unlock the heavy iron collar on his neck. "Don't take too long though. You know I start to have my thoughts."
"D-don't worry, I'll be back before you know it!"
Rising up from the couch as Passion Princess slid off his lap, Vincent scurried off down the cool, metal hallway, before soon arriving at the thick wooden door of the first floor lavatory. Turning the handle, he slipped inside, where he immediately leaned up against the simplistic black sink and stared into his own bloodshot eyes in the mirror.
"I have to get out of here, I have to get home," he whimpered to himself.
Vincent O'Donovan used to be a normal 25-year-old salaryman. Working in the sales office of a ball bearing factory, he had a lovely wife named Jessica, with whom he had a 5-year-old daughter. Life was good, until his admittedly-attractive new coworker, a woman named Jasmine January, commonly known as "Jan", began to flirt with him. Despite the temptation, Vincent remained faithful to his wife, and refused Jan's advances. Finally, she left him alone, and Vincent went on about his storybook life. For another week, anyway.
Leaving work one day, Vincent was assaulted and knocked unconscious, where he awoke hours later to find himself chained to a bed somewhere in a subterranean fortress. Calling for help, he was initially relieved when Passion Princess, the world's most powerful superhero, showed up. Only, there was something oddly familiar about the tall, buxom blonde. That's when the heroine revealed to the horrified man that "Jasmine January" was her secret identity, and that she was sickly in love with him. She showed him vast amounts of pictures that she'd stealthy taken of him from above, and talked about how Jessica did not deserve him and that he belonged with only her.
Vincent didn't know what to think at first. He laughed it off, assuming that it was some kind of deranged prank, but Passion Princess made it abundantly clear that she was not joking. She kept him held against his will and restrained for a vast majority of the day, where she clung to him like a dog to a bone, kissing and cuddling him constantly, and even sexually abusing him. Vincent soon learned that if he tried to escape or beg for his life—especially if he mentioned his wife, then Jan would go ballistic.
She'd beaten him, slapped him, and nearly strangled him to death on multiple occasions. Passion Princess proved to be an extremely jealous and possessive person. Even if Vincent merely looked at another girl on TV the wrong way, he'd sometimes find himself flung across the room like a ragdoll by the superhuman woman, only to be cradled and kissed in her arms as she wiped the blood from his nose. Her friendly, courageous public persona was nothing but a mask. Jan was a straight psychopath, and in the 3 months since he'd been kidnapped, Vincent had learned to play along with the deluded heroine for his own survival.
As he did his business in the bathroom and washed his hands afterwards, the captive man splashed some water on his face, savoring every bit of freedom he could while he rubbed his sore, chafed neck. Returning to his reflection's gaze, Vincent wondered what Jessica and his little girl were up to. He wondered if they were worried about him or even knew if he was alive. Despite his predicament, he'd never lost hope, and continued to wait patiently for a window of escape. If that were even possible.
"You will get home, you will get home to Jessy," Vincent repeated to himself in the mirror. "I swear, I'll find my way back. Even if I—
"Sweetie! Who are you talking to!?" Jan exclaimed from outside. A loud cracking sound was heard as the solid wood door was ripped from its hinges, where Passion Princess effortlessly tossed the slab down the hall as she loomed over him in the doorway
"J-just singing to myself!" Vincent stammered as he fell back against in wall, falling beneath the tall, voluptuous woman's shadow.
"Liar. I heard something about escape," the heroine sneered as her eyes began to glow blue. "I have super hearing, remember?!"
"N-no!! You have it all wrong!" the young man cried as he fell to his knees and hugged his arms around the stalwart woman's large, muscular thighs. "Honestly, Jan, I love you and only you. Please don't be mad, I'll do anything you want."
Vincent felt like his heart was going to stop as Jan's hand clutched his shoulder, before squeezing progressively harder. Whimpering in terror as he felt as if his bones were going to snap off, the man continued to hug the superhero tight, where he even started to desperately kiss at her legs. This gesture seemed to soften her heart a little, and Jan eventually loosened her grip.
"Fine…I have a weakness to your kisses," Passion Princess smirked as her eyes returned to normal. "But thinking that you might still be trying to escape really upset me, so I hope you have a way of making it up to me."
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Vincent grunted in pain as he felt Jan's lips kiss upon his bare chest, before sucking so hard that he almost felt as if his skin was about to be ripped from his body. A deep, dark bruise quickly started to appear from where she kissed. Tied to her large, king-sized bed, the young man was subjected to many, many hickies/love bites from the superhero, silently enduring the pain as dozens of bruises now covered his body.
"Now everyone will know that you belong to me," Passion Princess sighed, herself stripped down to a red and blue matching bra and panty set as she laid her long, blonde-haired head on his chest. "Well…I wish they could see this. But I never want you to leave this place, ever. You can't. You might be tempted by another woman."
"That's never going to happen. I love you," Vincent smiled weakly as he wrapped an arm around the heroine. "I'm glad that I'm here. I wouldn't change it for the world."
"G-good. I just love so strongly, the world doesn't understand," Jan cooed as she cuddled up to her restrained prisoner. "Mmm I'm so tired, and now I'm so comfy. Goodnight, honey bun."
"Good night," the young man smiled.
And then, he waited.
An hour later, Vincent was sure that his captor had fallen asleep. Twisting his wrists, he easily wiggled out of his binds. He had become quite adept at getting free from Passion Princess's bonds—though he'd never dare do it in front of her, lest he be beaten severely.
"This is it, I have to go tonight," Vincent muttered to himself as he gently slid off the bed. Tiptoeing across the metal floor, he left the bedroom and silently sprinted towards the staircase. He climbed back up to the first floor of the subterranean lair, where he entered the elevator that led up to the surface.
"Master Vincent, where might you be going this late?" ANA asked innocently. The AI was seemingly oblivious to Passion Princess's misdeeds, but didn't seem to agree with them at the same time.
"J-just heading out to get some fresh air," Vincent replied, his heart in his throat.
"Roger that. Elevator will now depart for the surface level," ANA answered.
Relief flooding him as the elevator ascended, the young man almost wanted to jump for joy as the doors opened—revealing to him the barren, tree-covered island at night with the lights of nearby Graveport in the distance. Sucking in the fresh air, Vincent took off running to the water. Even if he had to swim the 3 or 4 miles to shore, he'd happily do it to escape.
"I'm coming, Jessica!" he smiled as he sprinted towards the black water.