Blue Nebula: Patreon Adventure 💙

Story by Sking x Blue Nebula has been captured and all are agreed that she must be permanently removed from Metrocity but were having difficulty agree on how. Finally, it was decided that the council would make this their first “fund-raising” activity. First, Blue Nebula would be bound with her hands behind her back and her costume lowered to expose her lovely breasts in humiliation and posed in front of a web cam streaming live over the internet. She had once relished in shaking her ass for the cameras in victory now she will be mocked for her helplessness. Once her humiliation was complete, her fate would be decided by an on camera auction. The options were to be: 1. Sold as a sex slave 2. Death by shooting 3. Death by hanging 4. Death by strangulation 5. Death by stabbing 6. Death by poison 7. Death by drowning At $5 a call, viewers would call the listed number and enter which option they preferred and her fate would be decided by the option with the highest number of votes. Depending on the winning option the world’s last view of the lovely but doomed heroine would either be of her topless and bound for shipping as a sex slave or that of her lifeless body lying on the floor following her demise.

Starlight-Damsel

Hello, I am MidkinghtSentinel. I have a story to tell about how I defeated my greatest personal adversary. I was but a humble Mob boss in the unremarkable town of Metro City. I also dabbled in the dark arts. However, my plans to claim lordship of this township were thrown into disarray by one woman (an Alien, in fact) called Blue Nebula. She was a Lysquin. She possessed superhuman strength speed and reflexes. She could also fly. In case that wasn't enough, she was also a skilled mage in her own right. Her spells could allow her to fly, heal her wounds and conjure starlight to disorient, stun, or alter the temperature of objects or creature. One day, i had sent Jess Grissom (my most elite henchman) to kidnap a renowned chemist, Dr. Colby J. Fritz. I thought to hold him for ransom, he worked for the U.S. government after all. When suddenly her mission was interrupted by none other than Blue Nebula. They fought viscously, and (in desperation) Jess shot a vat of swirling gas to distract Blue. However, this gas was an experimental compound called X-32; designed to neutralize the powers of Lysquin. Blue Nebula still won, though only barley and only by using her magic. She was panting on the floor, almost blind. Jess was sporting a nasty burn and nearly lost her foot to frostbite, but she escaped and reported everything to me. I was angry, but also pleased. I did the unthinkable, I extended an olive branch to my rival crime lords. We had our minions commiting coordinated crimes throughout Metro City to distract Blue Nebula. We constructed a hidden Lair of Doom in the caves outside of town. Dr. Damnation, a super smart super villain, decoded the recipe for X-32 and began to synthesize it and I made Runestones of Silence to nullify her spells. Thus, when she at last discovered our Lair, she was easily defeated by our greatest goons. Jess herself clapped the defeated heroine in irons and gagged her, bringing her before me. In those dark caverns, Jess slapped or captive on her cheeks, all four of them, over and over, then I shot a tranquilizer dart into her tight rump. Jess carried her to my helicopter and we brought her to my cabin in the woods. While she remained unconscious i began a ritual. When she awoke, she saw a purple sky, and a corpse green sun peeking over distant mountains of shadow. "hello, i am Midkight Sentinel, welcome to my realm." She stood up, and tried to walk toward me, but could not. She was bound by my Golden Webs. She could no longer use ANY of her vaunted powers. She caught on quickly, recognizing the spells I had used. She pleaded with me to be released. I said no. She got on her knees and begged. I laughed. I then left her there , trapped for 2 days. When i returned she was famished and parched. She could not stand and begged for water. I told her she would have to strip. She looked sad, defeated, and utterly flummoxed. I had not come alone, I had invited Jess Grissom and Kahna the Head Crusher to watch. Kahna was also a Lysquin; a strong and largely smarter one, though she had no knowlege of magic. She had longed to see her greatest rival humiliated. When Blue Nebula Hesitate Kahna hurled a rock into her stomach. Blue Nebula winced. Then her face fell. She turned around and removed her costume, bending over and exposing her butt in its pink panties as the gold webs twisted about her lithe body. She slumped on the floor, bathed in Red moonlight when Jess whipped her back. Blue Neblua cried out with pain, and looked up facing her captors, absolutely defeated.

MIDKNIGHTSENTINEL22

You and your fellow villains are overjoyed to see the little blue nuisance reduced to how she is. Her annoying upbeat and cutesy attitude is, thankfully, nowhere to be found. All your fellow council members are busy shouting over each other and gesturing wildly at Blue Nebula as they try and get there plan heard over that of there fellows. As the founding member of the council, not to mention the one who discovered the use of the X32 compound, its only right that you should have the final say in the fate of Blue Nebula. It takes several hours, and the liberal application of death threats, bribes and half hearted promises, but you eventually settle the rest of the council down enough so that they can hear your plan. You cast your gaze over Blue Nebula as she kneels cuffed on the ground before you all. She looks up at you all, a look of intense concentration on her face as she studies her surroundings, trying to plan an escape. You smirk, this will be fun. “first thing is first, we should keep her powers suppressed. The success of the infused hideout walls shows that the X32 compound successfully suppresses her super powers. I have constructed a special collar that is also infused with X32. This will ensure that her powers remain suppressed and keep her at our mercy!” At this revelation, a flash of fear passes across Blue Nebula's face, missed by the rest of the council as they all lean in closer eager to hear what you have to say next. At your command your henchmen advance on Blue Nebula as she struggles against her cuffs in one final act of defiance. But it is no use. Your henchmen hold her in place and secure the collar around her neck, fastening it with a satisfying click, before backing away, leaving her in her predicament. The effect on her personality is almost instantaneous, as you watch her shoulders slump and a pleading look appears on her face as whatever half formed escape plan in her mind evaporates, leaving her completely and totally at your mercy. Your fellow council members clap, gloat and celebrate this total victory over Blue Nebula before looking to you to see what you will say next. A smile creeps it's way across your face as you prepare to tell the rest of the council your next phase of the plan. You do have to admit, even by your standards, this next part of your plan for the little blue heroine is devilishly delightful and carries a delicious sense of irony. The council of villains practically howled with approval when you told them what would happen next. And so you find yourself in an abandoned TV studio in the outskirts of Metrocity, with the now powerless Blue Nebula blindfolded, gagged and with her hands tied above her head. She has spent so much time on the news shaking her ass for the cameras and talking in that annoyingly upbeat attitude about being a 'shining star for the city' its only fair that she is now is a star of her own show made just for the dirty underbelly of the same city! At your command, you henchmen working the long unused equipment boot it up, broadcasting the image of a restrained and humiliated Blue Nebula to every secret hideout, dive bar and seedy club in Metrocity. “lets get this show on the road” you think to yourself as you watch Blue Nebula squirm and wriggle as the whirr of the machines booting up surprises her. You order your henchmen to remove her gag and back away again, leaving her to struggle against her bindings as she nervously breaths out, mouthing a plea asking where she is and what your plans for her are. After letting her pull against her bindings for a bit, just for the audience, you order her blindfold removed. Once again your loyal henchmen execute your order with the utmost haste, you should really give them a raise, or actually pay them, you idly think to yourself as they advance on the helpless heroine. The studio lights temporarily dazzle Blue Nebula, as she blinks and shies away from the sudden brightness on her eyes. Finally working out exactly what is going on, helped somewhat by the screens arrayed around the studio all showing the broadcast, a look of shock and embarrassment appears on her face, accompanied by a sudden blushing of her cheeks as she struggles futilely against her bonds. You lock eyes with her and utter a single command. “Dance.” It takes her a moment to understand exactly what you mean, the apparent absurdity of the command momentarily confusing her. When she understands that it is to do with how she shook her ass in front of the news cameras during her publicity rounds she nods in understanding. Blue Nebula begins dancing, well, as much as she can dance whilst in her current... state, swaying her hips and shaking her stuff for the cameras arrayed around her. Your agents scattered throughout Metrocity report back to you, telling you that the city is in a state of uproar with thousands of people tuning into your special program to see just what has happened to one of the cities shining defenders. At the end of the broadcast you shut down the equipment, pleased with yourself about how the show went off without a hitch. You order Blue Nebula to be let down and cuffed, before attaching a leash to the front of the X32 collar (which exceeded all of your expectations) before taking her back to your hideout. You have always wanted a new servant, and your science team report that there new hypnosis programme is coming along nicely, it would be a waste to just have her sat in some holding cell somewhere. It will take some training, and she is sure to fight you at every turn, but you don't mind getting your hands dirty every once in a while...