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A series of collaborations with PostWatershedArt involving his artwork and my stories, with a character we've worked on together! Flourish, budding superheroine is doomed to face more than she expected when she first put on her mask.

Part 4:

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Mature Content

Part 6: Coming soon!
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After a brief and unfortunately pitiful struggle, Flourish was put into a new position and set of binds, encouraged forcefully by several of the men who ambushed her and a copious amount of painful electric shocks. Her senses returning as her cells felt on fire from the shocks, she saw the blurs of the men leave and the soon-to-be familiar labcoat of the mastermind come into view. Flourish was bound upside down, her legs tied tightly together. Her hands were tied to a barbell which was loaded with weights and held against her shoulders with more rope - weight enough to make her body feel stretched and taut. In addition to a long, thin spike pointed downwards in front of her, she finally saw the large vat of water just below her head.

"I hesitated to use this little test first..." the scientist told her, apparently a fan of showing her working. "It provides a lot of opportunity for the day to be... cut short." As the woman spoke, Flourish noticed herself slowly being lowered, inch by inch. As the top of her head touched the water she realised her situation and began to crunch her abs to curl her head upwards and above the water level. "But then, most of todays experiments have the same problem." she admitted, her tone disinterested despite the calculated and hungry gaze she cast on her captive's flexing body.

The lowering of Flourish's body did not stop until she had to hold her upper body and the weight parrallel to the water, her body forming an L-shape, held by her tough abs that fought against her own body weight as well as the barbells added pressure. She soon remembered the spike, which was now positioned an inch from her neck, forbidding anything other than a perfect 90 degree angle of her body. The girl waited for the voice of the sadistic woman - perhaps another explanation of some analysis of her body but none came. Moments turned to minutes and Flourish bit her lip, holding and holding for longer and longer. The burn she was familiar with from her training started to creep into her abs and before long, torture them. Her heart pounded with the tension sending useful adrenaline to her muscles. With this weight she knew she'd have been dead a long while ago without the gem, but even it could ultimately not stave off the pain of her overworked muscles.

Description
A series of collaborations with PostWatershedArt involving his artwork and my stories, with a character we've worked on together! Flourish, budding superheroine is doomed to face more than she expected when she first put on her mask.

Part 4:


Mature Content

Part 6: Coming soon!
--

After a brief and unfortunately pitiful struggle, Flourish was put into a new position and set of binds, encouraged forcefully by several of the men who ambushed her and a copious amount of painful electric shocks. Her senses returning as her cells felt on fire from the shocks, she saw the blurs of the men leave and the soon-to-be familiar labcoat of the mastermind come into view. Flourish was bound upside down, her legs tied tightly together. Her hands were tied to a barbell which was loaded with weights and held against her shoulders with more rope - weight enough to make her body feel stretched and taut. In addition to a long, thin spike pointed downwards in front of her, she finally saw the large vat of water just below her head.

"I hesitated to use this little test first..." the scientist told her, apparently a fan of showing her working. "It provides a lot of opportunity for the day to be... cut short." As the woman spoke, Flourish noticed herself slowly being lowered, inch by inch. As the top of her head touched the water she realised her situation and began to crunch her abs to curl her head upwards and above the water level. "But then, most of todays experiments have the same problem." she admitted, her tone disinterested despite the calculated and hungry gaze she cast on her captive's flexing body.

The lowering of Flourish's body did not stop until she had to hold her upper body and the weight parrallel to the water, her body forming an L-shape, held by her tough abs that fought against her own body weight as well as the barbells added pressure. She soon remembered the spike, which was now positioned an inch from her neck, forbidding anything other than a perfect 90 degree angle of her body. The girl waited for the voice of the sadistic woman - perhaps another explanation of some analysis of her body but none came. Moments turned to minutes and Flourish bit her lip, holding and holding for longer and longer. The burn she was familiar with from her training started to creep into her abs and before long, torture them. Her heart pounded with the tension sending useful adrenaline to her muscles. With this weight she knew she'd have been dead a long while ago without the gem, but even it could ultimately not stave off the pain of her overworked muscles.