Man’s Ruin Pt 1: Stan Dare Sub-Marine

Man’s Ruin
Amazing Tales of Heroic Masochism
The True Story of Stan Dare, Sub-Marine
by Lola Klein and Vince Ray

Torpedo Bra Torment ~ With his superhuman masochistic strength Stan Dare was a formidable weapon in America’s struggle against the world’s super villains but could this tormentress in a torpedo bra crush his helmet of steel?

Man’s Ruin Pt 1: Stan Dare Sub-Marine
Amazing Tales of Heroic Masochism
The True Story of Stan Dare, Sub-Marine

Stan strained against the leather bonds, his arms pulled tightly around the back of the chair. His legs were similarly restrained, stretched wide apart. In front of him stood his captor, the evil Stella Stern, a superior smile on her face. She contemplated her prey with dark eyes, absently tapping her crop against one shiny riding boot. When she spoke, Stan wasn’t surprised to hear the guttural purr of an Eastern European accent.

“I hear you are a hard man to break captain. This is good. I like my men hard.” She gazed at the spot where his combat fatigues were tightly stretched across his vulnerable groin.

I was Held Captive by an Evil Bitch Hell Dominatrix

“It makes the breaking so much more pleasurable. Intelligence informs us that you have the secret formula which we require…”
Stella flexed the crop in front of her, her eyes fixed on his. She swished it suddenly down across Stan’s thighs.
“… and I intend to relieve you of it.”
Stan greeted his teeth against the stinging pain. His words were disdainful.
“You’ll get nothing out of me, you Teutonic Tormentor.”
“I doubt that, Captain,” Stella curled her lip into a scaring smile, “by the time I’m finished, you will be leaking more than secreta.”

To Hell & Back with Stella Stern

Her long magenta fingernails traced a path down Stan’s muscular chest, pinching his nipples cruelly, twisting them until he grimaced. Picking up a pair of large metal crocodile clips, she attached them to his now stiff and swollen nipples. Stan groaned with pleasure exciting a furious glare from Stella.
“Allow me to wipe that smile off your face, you decadent western pervert.”
She slapped him roughly across the face, back-and-forth until a trickle of blood showed at the corner of his mouth.
“I’ve had worse on a first date, honey,” brazened the marine, coolly.
“Perhaps this will help to loosen your lips.” Opening a large aluminium case, Stella drew out a strange futuristic bull whip made from strands of wire.
“It is especially made to my own design. An electric whip, which delivers a small shock with each lash.” She flicked a switch in the handle and flexed her arm, cracking the whip loudly. Moments later the Marine’s khakis were in shreds. Stan looked impressed.
“I’ve got to hand it to you East Europeans, you certainly get all the best gadgets.”
The increasingly frustrated villainess threw down her weapon in disgust.

I was Whipped by a Woman on a Tropical Island

“You’ve met your match, you sadistic siren,” the stoical Marine said, cigar still clamped between his teeth. As Stella rummaged in the case to extract some villainous new device, Stan strained to catch a glimpse. What he saw made his blood run cold and for the first time, fear showed in his eyes. Stella quickly strapped on the appliance and stood spread-legged before him.
“It seems I have found your soft spot.”
A trickle of sweat roll down stands forehead and with it slid the ‘mole’, or micro dot containing the secret formula. Stella carefully caught the microdot on the end of her finger and smiled a victorious smile.
“So, Captain, I win. I suppose I must now release you. However…” she pulled on the starting cord and the vibrating dildo sprang into life,
“the night is young and it seems a shame not to road test my new toy,”
Stan’s eyes whitened with a measure of fear and excitement.
“Vorsh sprung technik.”

With the incredible comic strip artwork of Vince Ray www.VinceRay.com
& story/text by Lola Klein.
And, you may notice a remarkable resemblance to our very own Mistress Sidonia 🙂

Man’s Ruin
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