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Tabitha Ooten, Taboo, admired her commissioned piece as she ran an outstretched finger over every string. It cost her millions to complete, but it was one of a kind and worth every penny. It was a luxury, yes. The golden harp was also a symbol of wealth, vanity, and power. Tabitha and her husband could have built a super yacht for less, but this was more rewarding than a boat that any number of millionaires could get their hands on. This was an original piece, not another like it in the entire world.

As Tabitha plucked each string they broke their beautiful notes and the two women attached to the harp moaned in tune with the music.

A feeling of guilt pulled at Tabitha's chest. The woman knew it was wrong to do this, to want this, and as she watched the two women struggle against their bindings Tabitha's heart sank.

With a sigh Tabitha slipped her black mask over her eyes and the guilt quickly faded, replaced by happiness and joy. Tabitha Ooten would never do this to two beautiful women, but Taboo could.

Taboo did.

Taboo could appreciate the harp for more than all of its opulent beauty. With the two captives attached to the large musical device the harp took on an entirely new look. Taboo could see each woman, both heroines, struggling against their golden bars and cuffs, but she knew they weren't strong enough to free themselves. It was this beautiful struggle, set against a gorgeous musical instrument, that Taboo would play her song.

Slowly
Softly
Methodically

Taboo was nude, like her captives. This was, of course, by design. The vibrations of her commissioned harp would drive the women attached to the harp insane with desire despite their better judgement and perilous situation. If Taboo, also nude, sat against the harp just close enough...

The fact that Taboo hid behind her mask while her captives were hooded and blind to their surroundings wasn't lost on the villain. The mask brought comfort, guilt free enjoyment, and a certain amount of disdain for the women attached to her musical instrument.

Taboo wasn't like The Therapist, who she regularly spoke with regarding her kinks and desires. The Therapist was without emotion, to the point of being a sociopath, but Taboo was nothing like that. Taboo was also nothing like her close friend White Lotus, a human trafficker who enjoyed humiliating women and forcing them into new lives as sex slaves. White Lotus and The Therapist both hated heroines, probably hated other strong women in general, and sought to punish and humiliate their enemies given the chance and opportunity.

No, that wasn't how Taboo did things because she was an artist.

An artist that heroines feared.

Everyone in Super City knew that Gallery Taboo was owned by Tabitha Ooten and that Taboo used Gallery Taboo as her designated art studio to display her "artwork".

Artwork that involved captured heroines.

Still, very few heroines or even law enforcement sought to bring the criminal down. Taboo considered this to be a sign of respect and fear. Taboo also knew that in certain circles, particularly among thrill seeking heroines, being put on display at Gallery Taboo was somewhat of a bragging right.

An honor.

The audience demanded to see their modern goddesses brought down, made human, and forced into subjugation if only for a single night.

However, Taboo wasn't performing for an audience this night. This wasn't a showing, an opening, or a display. Taboo was going to put on a show, for herself, and the two kidnapped heroines were just lucky enough to be a part of her performance.

Taboo sat and stopped lying to herself in that moment.

This would be a performance for someone, not for herself, but for someone who couldn't attend.

Wouldn't attend.

The villain pulled herself and the stool to the harp and ensured the body was firmly between her legs. Above, attached to the harmonic curve, Erica the Elemental Enchantress struggled to breath through the black asphyxiation hood. As a spell caster, Taboo couldn't make any mistakes with the blonde sorceress, even if the magic user had no idea how powerful she actually was. The asphyxiation hood would keep the captive in a constant state of panic as the tiny nostril holes barely provided enough airflow to maintain consciousness. Catherine Lancaster, one of Super City's celebrated socialites, fought hard against the pillar of the harp with no success. Catherine's predicament was no less dangerous than Erica's, as the heroine was forced to strain against the pillar and her bindings to keep the collar around her neck from choking her to death.

Taboo knew neither woman would last much longer and the concert, for someone who wasn't attending, had to get underway.

The villain wouldn't be playing for her husband, no. The older man had no stomach for Taboo's extracurricular activities, but he loved her no less for them. He knew her desires, understood her artwork, and respected Taboo's need for other things he couldn't possibly provide despite his wealth.

Taboo plucked a string
Then two
The women bound to the instrument moaned in tune
Taboo pressed herself against the harp tightly and squeezed her thighs
Several more strings
Her captives continued to whimper and whine loudly with each note
Taboo closed her eyes and felt the music between her legs

Taboo couldn't be sure that Catherine or Erica knew the song she played, but it didn't matter. Whether by magic or simple acoustic tuning and body positioning, the two women were brought closer to climax and moaned perfectly as each note played. Taboo lost herself in the music, the melody, and although the words didn't form in her mouth the harp knew the intent and the prisoners sang through their masks and gags with each sigh, whimper, and moan.

And Taboo with them.

The three women approached the event horizon of orgasm together. The two prisoners, helpless as they were, ground themselves against the harp attempting to find some relief from the cacophony of madness that overtook their bodies and minds. Taboo was lost in rapture as well, so close to the finale.

Crescendo
Release

Then, suddenly, Taboo stopped playing and the harp went silent. Erica passed out from lack of oxygen and went limp atop the harp, denied the ultimate orgasm at the last possible moment. Catherine bellowed a guttural groan through the bitgag in her mouth. Primitive, angry, she too was denied sweet release and howled in displeasure.

Taboo simply looked the two women over without a word. The villain removed her mask and tossed it across the room.

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En'Trance stood in the motel doorway and showed Taboo the face of her phone.

"A little dramatic, don't you think?" En'Trance shook her head at the woman lying on the bed.

"I was-" Taboo looked away from the beautiful woman "In a dark place and you weren't answering my calls or texts."

"I told you I would be unreachable, Tabi-"

Taboo interrupted, "Taboo. Tonight I'm Taboo and you. You owe me for two heroines I released for you."

En'Trance looked the woman over in curious fashion, "For me? Or for you?"

Taboo didn't answer.
Couldn't answer.

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Hours earlier...

En'Trance looked down at her phone as the text notification pinged.

Tabitha:
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

Tabitha:
I need to see you, tonight. You know where.

-------------------------

En'Trance mentioned, not pictured, is owned solely by devduck01 . Permission is required to use En'Trance.

Taboo, The Therapist, White Lotus, Erica, and Catherine are my creations.

Description
Tabitha Ooten, Taboo, admired her commissioned piece as she ran an outstretched finger over every string. It cost her millions to complete, but it was one of a kind and worth every penny. It was a luxury, yes. The golden harp was also a symbol of wealth, vanity, and power. Tabitha and her husband could have built a super yacht for less, but this was more rewarding than a boat that any number of millionaires could get their hands on. This was an original piece, not another like it in the entire world.

As Tabitha plucked each string they broke their beautiful notes and the two women attached to the harp moaned in tune with the music.

A feeling of guilt pulled at Tabitha's chest. The woman knew it was wrong to do this, to want this, and as she watched the two women struggle against their bindings Tabitha's heart sank.

With a sigh Tabitha slipped her black mask over her eyes and the guilt quickly faded, replaced by happiness and joy. Tabitha Ooten would never do this to two beautiful women, but Taboo could.

Taboo did.

Taboo could appreciate the harp for more than all of its opulent beauty. With the two captives attached to the large musical device the harp took on an entirely new look. Taboo could see each woman, both heroines, struggling against their golden bars and cuffs, but she knew they weren't strong enough to free themselves. It was this beautiful struggle, set against a gorgeous musical instrument, that Taboo would play her song.

Slowly
Softly
Methodically

Taboo was nude, like her captives. This was, of course, by design. The vibrations of her commissioned harp would drive the women attached to the harp insane with desire despite their better judgement and perilous situation. If Taboo, also nude, sat against the harp just close enough...

The fact that Taboo hid behind her mask while her captives were hooded and blind to their surroundings wasn't lost on the villain. The mask brought comfort, guilt free enjoyment, and a certain amount of disdain for the women attached to her musical instrument.

Taboo wasn't like The Therapist, who she regularly spoke with regarding her kinks and desires. The Therapist was without emotion, to the point of being a sociopath, but Taboo was nothing like that. Taboo was also nothing like her close friend White Lotus, a human trafficker who enjoyed humiliating women and forcing them into new lives as sex slaves. White Lotus and The Therapist both hated heroines, probably hated other strong women in general, and sought to punish and humiliate their enemies given the chance and opportunity.

No, that wasn't how Taboo did things because she was an artist.

An artist that heroines feared.

Everyone in Super City knew that Gallery Taboo was owned by Tabitha Ooten and that Taboo used Gallery Taboo as her designated art studio to display her "artwork".

Artwork that involved captured heroines.

Still, very few heroines or even law enforcement sought to bring the criminal down. Taboo considered this to be a sign of respect and fear. Taboo also knew that in certain circles, particularly among thrill seeking heroines, being put on display at Gallery Taboo was somewhat of a bragging right.

An honor.

The audience demanded to see their modern goddesses brought down, made human, and forced into subjugation if only for a single night.

However, Taboo wasn't performing for an audience this night. This wasn't a showing, an opening, or a display. Taboo was going to put on a show, for herself, and the two kidnapped heroines were just lucky enough to be a part of her performance.

Taboo sat and stopped lying to herself in that moment.

This would be a performance for someone, not for herself, but for someone who couldn't attend.

Wouldn't attend.

The villain pulled herself and the stool to the harp and ensured the body was firmly between her legs. Above, attached to the harmonic curve, Erica the Elemental Enchantress struggled to breath through the black asphyxiation hood. As a spell caster, Taboo couldn't make any mistakes with the blonde sorceress, even if the magic user had no idea how powerful she actually was. The asphyxiation hood would keep the captive in a constant state of panic as the tiny nostril holes barely provided enough airflow to maintain consciousness. Catherine Lancaster, one of Super City's celebrated socialites, fought hard against the pillar of the harp with no success. Catherine's predicament was no less dangerous than Erica's, as the heroine was forced to strain against the pillar and her bindings to keep the collar around her neck from choking her to death.

Taboo knew neither woman would last much longer and the concert, for someone who wasn't attending, had to get underway.

The villain wouldn't be playing for her husband, no. The older man had no stomach for Taboo's extracurricular activities, but he loved her no less for them. He knew her desires, understood her artwork, and respected Taboo's need for other things he couldn't possibly provide despite his wealth.

Taboo plucked a string
Then two
The women bound to the instrument moaned in tune
Taboo pressed herself against the harp tightly and squeezed her thighs
Several more strings
Her captives continued to whimper and whine loudly with each note
Taboo closed her eyes and felt the music between her legs

Taboo couldn't be sure that Catherine or Erica knew the song she played, but it didn't matter. Whether by magic or simple acoustic tuning and body positioning, the two women were brought closer to climax and moaned perfectly as each note played. Taboo lost herself in the music, the melody, and although the words didn't form in her mouth the harp knew the intent and the prisoners sang through their masks and gags with each sigh, whimper, and moan.

And Taboo with them.

The three women approached the event horizon of orgasm together. The two prisoners, helpless as they were, ground themselves against the harp attempting to find some relief from the cacophony of madness that overtook their bodies and minds. Taboo was lost in rapture as well, so close to the finale.

Crescendo
Release

Then, suddenly, Taboo stopped playing and the harp went silent. Erica passed out from lack of oxygen and went limp atop the harp, denied the ultimate orgasm at the last possible moment. Catherine bellowed a guttural groan through the bitgag in her mouth. Primitive, angry, she too was denied sweet release and howled in displeasure.

Taboo simply looked the two women over without a word. The villain removed her mask and tossed it across the room.

-------------------------

En'Trance stood in the motel doorway and showed Taboo the face of her phone.

"A little dramatic, don't you think?" En'Trance shook her head at the woman lying on the bed.

"I was-" Taboo looked away from the beautiful woman "In a dark place and you weren't answering my calls or texts."

"I told you I would be unreachable, Tabi-"

Taboo interrupted, "Taboo. Tonight I'm Taboo and you. You owe me for two heroines I released for you."

En'Trance looked the woman over in curious fashion, "For me? Or for you?"

Taboo didn't answer.
Couldn't answer.

------------------------

Hours earlier...

En'Trance looked down at her phone as the text notification pinged.

Tabitha:
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

Tabitha:
I need to see you, tonight. You know where.

-------------------------

En'Trance mentioned, not pictured, is owned solely by devduck01 . Permission is required to use En'Trance.

Taboo, The Therapist, White Lotus, Erica, and Catherine are my creations.