Chapter 4: The Capturing of Fantastagirl

Daisy pulled up her tiny purple shorts, more like panties really, as they rode up her ass like a thong. Like her thinly stretched top they were at least 2 sizes too small, a purposeful move on her Unkie’s part to make her look every bit the sexy super heroine.

It was all tight white lycra, with a large purple F plastered across her breasts, meaning Fantastagirl. Behind her a short cape flowed, running down her arching back to her fat voluptuous hormonally enhanced bottom. Her boobs popped out of the top for the once again. They simply did not fit!

“Unkie, haven’t you anything bigger? This is ridiculous.” "SHUT UP" was his answer, with a harrowing slap to her bum bum. “FFFUCK!” She yelped, glaring at him. “That hurt!” In came another. “SHUT UP AND GET THOSE TITS UNDER CONTROL YOU LITTLE PISS WHORE!”

She had never seen her Uncle like this, so forceful and angry, and she wasn’t sure if she liked it. “Don’t I get prefferential treatment for being your niece?” She asked, as another boob popped out.

“You signed your contract, so now you get treated like every other dumb whore that passes through this room.” He said. “Now stand on your spot whilst I explain things to you.” She waddled over, looking effortlessly buxom and sexy.

“Now, this feature is called the Harrowing adventures of Fantastagirl, as you know.” She nodded. So our first scene starts with you breaking down the fake door over there to be confronted by our goons here, say hello to Tyson and Mikey. Tyson and Mikey were two of the most large and muscular men she had ever seen, their job to dominate and tie her up, but let her struggle enough that it would look very good on camera.

“Um... Hi” she said nervously, they said nothing and grinned at her disgustingly. “Don’t talk much do they?” she said.

Her Uncle grinned also. “They’re not paid to talk, they’re paid to fuck you up!” Daisy could see that this was about to be quite an experience, and she could either embrace it or be bratty and fight against it. For now she kept her cards close to her heaving chest.

“You will come at Mikey with a kick, he will restrain you whilst Tyson grabs your lovely long hair and pulls you to the floor. You will struggle, giving your sexiest impression of a worm whilst they drag you around the place and hook you up to the ceiling via this long chain here. The chain swung ominously, it was massive and rusted, with a scary pair of shackles hanging from it. “Then, your real fun will begin.”

“Um, Okay... And what comes next?”

Her Uncle grinned again. “I think we'll keep that as a surprise shall we, you’ll enjoy it more that way.”

As instructed, she went for the door and stood behind it, awaiting the word ‘action!’ before busting through it. Her first line was “What?... What is this place?” At which point her assault would ensue.

She would struggle and mew, reciting the words “No! No you can’t! Stop! Stop it!” She would kick Mike, and he would step back, before moving in again to grab her, then the pair of them would wrestle her to the ground, picking her up by her incredible torso, and moving her over to the hanging chain.

The camera would leer at her as her wrists were haphazardly shackled, and she was suspended awkwardly. Eventually she was left as a hanging piece of meat, her mammoth sized tits popping out and in full view to be gawped at. “You.. You’ll never get away with this!” was her line as they laughed at her. “Get the boss, ” Tyson would say, “tell him that Fantastagirl is ready for her interrogation.”

The ‘Boss’ Daisy knew nothing about, other than his character name was ‘The Destructor’, which was ominous enough, and she would soon find out why....