Having seen the advertisements for French billionaire Brichard Ramson's new 'Executive First Class Airline, SuperMum was delighted when she got an invite to be 'special guest of honour' on the inaugural transatlantic flight.
She had arrived early, as per the request and met the cabin crew and Brichard himself, who, she thought conducted himself as a billionaire should, despite the rather dodgy leather suit and the fact his glance lingered a bit too long as she climbed the steps to board the plane.
SuperMum was escorted to her seat, right at the front and nicely separated from the other passengers by the partition curtain. She paid no attention to the sound of the other passengers boarding, and didn't bat an eyelid to the fact she seemed to be the only passenger in Executive Class, as a flute of complimentary Champagne was presented to her.
She had only taken a few sips when the engines fired in to life and within minutes Flight 1266 was departing London Gatwick.............but those few minutes was all it took for the drugged Champagne to take effect.
SuperMum called for the Stewardess, and heard the curtain behind her part and the sound of someone approaching. Her mind wandered and her vision began to blur.
"Hello Superloser....enjoying the flight"? a voice mocked, a voice SuperMum recognised, or thought she did as she tried to focus on the apparition that now stood before her, a vague sense of recognition infiltrating her mind.
"Lu...Luci...Lucinite", was all she could mumble, as her head slumped and unconsciousness took over.
Lucinda Knight laughed as she took in the defeated heroine before her.
"Pleasant dreams sweetie".
A few hours later............................
"Well now, look who's back with us".
SuperMum slowly stirred, her mind clearing but her movement still limited. As her eyes focused she realised why!
"Bondage", she cried, or at least that's what she would have said had not several strips of tape been secured tightly over her mouth. Bondage indeed......poor SuperMum had been cuffed, not only at her feet, with the addition of a speader bar, but also her arms which were secured tightly behind her seat. Added to that were the two leather straps around her chest and neck pinning her to the said seat and we have one very bound heroine.......and let's not forget the strap making its acquaintance with her crotch!
"Well that was easy. You know, you Supers really do make life far too simple.....not to mention fun", Lucinite taunted her helpless captive. "And power really can buy anything. Even a billionaire"!
"Is nothing personal mom cherrie, just when an offer comes along that you can't refuse.....well.......you can't refuse it", Brichard, who had been skulking in the shadows, spoke, revealing himself to the trussed up Superheroine.
SuperMum struggled and spat insults his way, although luckily no-one could understand a word she muffled.
"I think SuperMum needs another rest", Lucinite grinned, "It looks as if this has all been too much for her".
Before she could spout off more incoherent profanities at the green clad Villainess, SuperMum's head was yanked back by the hair and a cloth pressed tightly over her face, the fumes instantly recogniseable.
"Chlorofo........", was her last thought before the blackness returned.
"Sleep well SuperMum. Just don't get too comfortable", she tapped the trunk before her with her foot. "I've measured it and you'll squeeze in there just nicely..... ".
Her smiled vanished as she turned towards Ransom. "Now go inform the pilots of the new destination, assuming Bend and Stretch haven't killed them. And when we get there, I'm taking little miss defeated here with me"!
She laughed as she watched the expression on Brichard's face change. "That's right. You honestly thought I'd was going to turn her over to you? Pathetic. Not only am I taking this spandex clad loser, but I'm taking your two little helpers here with me. We had a chance to talk earlier and it seems they'd rather have a life taking from the rich than serving them ......and for gods sake turn of that bloody recording - it sounds like I'm stuck in cattle class on a trip back from Malaga".