Laura Summers, a successful lawyer during daylight hours, transformed into the powerful hero known as Destiny's Dream at night. Today, however, her world would change drastically. As a superhero, she stood tall against crime, bringing justice to those who preyed on the innocent. Little did she know, her ultimate test awaited her in the shadows.
As the sun set, Destiny's Dream patrolled the streets, ever vigilant, protecting her city from the dangers lurking beneath the cover of darkness.
Unbeknownst to her, a sinister plan had been hatched against her, one that would challenge every fiber of her being.
Dr. Lance had spent countless hours researching and experimenting with ways to weaken a heroine and make her his. His obsession bordered on madness, but his intellect never wavered. As he sat, observing Destiny's Dream's movements through a hidden surveillance system, he knew it was time to make his move.
Destiny's Dream found herself cornered by Professor Zane's henchmen.
Their faces held no remorse; instead, they wore masks of hatred and contempt for the superhero. Suddenly with a trigger their ensnaring machine activated rapidly binding the heroine in an attempt to subdue her might. She tried to struggle against her bonds, only to feel the sharp leather straps cutting into her wrists. "What do you want?" she demanded, knowing the answer already lay within her heart.
"We want you," the henchmen replied, their voices echoing through the dimly lit lair. The smell of sweat and fear filled the air as they encircled her, their breath hot against her skin.
Dr. Lance watched from a distance, his cold eyes unwavering, calculating the perfect moment to strike. With swift movements, the henchmen expertly removed her magnificent Belt of Destiny the source of all of her remarkable powers. Upon removing her belt, her body shuddered violently as not only her powers vanished but also her imposing muscular form morphed into a vulnerable petite woman.
At the sight of her transformation, all of the henchman and Dr. Lance laughed uproariously. "You're not anything at all without your belt, are you Destiny's Dream? Admit it!"
With child like glee the henchmen continued to strip away her red latex uniform of the once great Destiny's Dream, exposing her flawless body to their leering gaze. "We want you to suffer," the villain whispered, running his fingers down along her breasts, tickling her nipples, and savagely grabbing her cunt.
As they bound her hands and feet, Dr. Lance approached Destiny's Dream with a confident swagger. He wanted her to understand the gravity of her situation.
"Look at yourself," he said, motioning to her exposed form. "This is your fate." Her eyes burned with unshed tears as she looked down at her vulnerable body. She felt the weight of their gazes upon her, heavy and suffocating. The reality of her predicament dawned on her, and her resolve faltered for a brief moment.
Then, Dr. Lance revealed his creation – the power belt that controlled Destiny's powers. He explained how he designed it to be easily removed at any moment, thus rendering her helpless. That whole story of ancient aliens picking you to be their champion was my personal fiction. My plan was always to give you these powers just to watch you humiliate yourself into helpless sexual sexitude.