I pull against my restraints, not in an attempt to escape, more to pass the time and try to ignore my cock painfully straining in its cage. As I lay chained to my bed I try to remember how I got here, it was so long ago now, life before this existence is a faint memory.

I was born with superpowers, many were in my generation, some could run super fast, others had super strength, some could fly, some could move objects with their mind, the list of powers was endless. Of course some became heroes, others used their powers to move up in the world be it legally or not so legally, some were taken and trained by the government as weapons. My power is immortality and healing, no matter have badly I'm injured my body will recover, even if I'm killed I'll just revive as if nothing happened,  not even a scratch, so I decided to try and be a hero, villainy didn't really appeal to me and I felt like I should do something with my powers. It went well for a while, even without strength or speed or lightning projection or mind reading or any of the other cool powers, the fact that I can take a bullet or knife without dying gave me the advantage. But I started feeling invincible and got overconfident and arrogant, which like so many before me led to my downfall, I decided to go after one of the big bads, a crimelord that even some superheroes failed to beat.

I sneak through the dark streets, my body feeling slightly exposed in my skintight costume, I always feel slightly ridiculous in this outfit but a superhero has to have a costume. The darkness is suddenly illumated as I check the map on my phone, the light blinding me for a moment, the crimelord's warehouse should be near here, if I can get in I can disrupt his operations or maybe if I go unnoticed but tracking devices on vehicles and maybe find the guy at the top. Part of me shivers slightly as I think of the idea of fighting him, or it's just the outfit I'm wearing, this material isn't very thick or insulating, he beat electro, Mr muscle, lady shadow and gizmo, all of which have disappeared, but none of them had the ability to heal like I do, it doesn't matter how many blows he hits me with or if he get ls a lucky shot, I'll still be standing. Besides when I beat him I'll become a famous hero, maybe even be invited to the league and being amongst the greats and finally make a living off of this, maybe even attract some men for some fun.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and move on, I can think about all that after I'm done here. Coming into a large open space outside the warehouse, no one seems to be here, maybe they've gotten overconfident after defeating several heroes. I walk towards the building, this seems to easy, maybe I should be more curious, even if I'm seen though I can always fight my way through the bad guys. I suddenly feel pain in my stomach as a loud sound rings in my ears, stumbling slightly I put my hand down to the bloody hole in my belly, I've been shot. As my body pushes the bullet out and heals itself I look around, out of the shadows at least 30 thugs surround me, it looks like this was a trap. I try to defend myself as they all rush at me, blocking and dodging several punches before a metal bar slams into my side, one of my ribs cracking and knocking the air from my lungs, quickly followed by a punch to my face. Another bar hits the back of my head causing me to fall dazed to the floor, I need to get back to my feet and regain control of the fight, as I try to get up a kick lands on my damaged ribs breaking them and dropping me back down to the ground before a hard boot stomps on my back and another kick breaks my noise. Pain ringing in my head I cough up blood as I struggle back up as my body tries to repair itself, I manage to get to my feet and start fighting again but my arms I quickly grabbed and I'm held still as several thugs beat my face and body, my struggles to get free fail as they punch and stab my body, cutting me and breaking my bones. My eyes swollen and my breathing difficult and painful I watch in horror as one of the thugs approaches with a metal pole and swings at my legs smashing my knees, causing me to scream in agony. As I fall I feel my arms pulled back even harder then before, the bones snapping with a sickening crunch and my shoulders are dislocated from their joints, ripping and tearing the muscles holding them in place. My battered face lands hard on the ground as my limp body is dropped, my body struggling to heal itself with so many injuries, I just need a few minutes and I can get out of here. The thugs don't allow me time to heal though as more blows rain down on my helpless and broken body, as I lay in a pool of my own blood, and at this point piss as I'd lost control over my bladder, overwhelmed my pain, my body refusing to fall unconscious as it keeps trying to heal itself. Eventually painful darkness finally takes me as my shattered body is lifted off the floor, my costume no longer covering me, ripped to shreds, parts of it clinging to my blood soaked body, still hanging off of me, as limp as my body, and I'm carried and thrown like a ragdoll into the back of a van, the last thing I feel is slamming into the cold metal floor.

I awake hanging from my wrists, I look around the windowless room as panic fills me. Where am I? How do I escape? What are this thugs going to do with me? I pull on the handcuffs holding me in the air, the metal painfully digging into my wrists and putting pressure on the joints. I suddenly look towards the door as it opens, a large man in a suit calmly enters with a sinister smile.

"So, you're the new hero who thought they could take me down with righteous justice?" He holds his arms out mockingly.

"Well here I am." I kick out at him but he calmly steps out of reach and grabs my leg, I try to pull free but his grip holds firm as he twists my foot breaking my ankle with a crunch, I cry out as he drops it, my leg swinging painfully below be as I cry in pain.

"The hero who can't die, that's an interesting one. The others, they suffered but they could only take so much. You on the other hand, you just heal, forever. I could have fun with you for as long as I want, I could break your bones and they'd be ready to break again the next day, I could whip you into a bloody pulp and your skin would be back to a blank canvas within a day, I could use you for target practice and you'd be a new and fresh target the next day." He steps inches aways from me, close enough to feel his waem breath on my explosed skin, and looks over my hanging body like a butcher studying a piece of meat, figuring out how best to curve it up.

"Yes I'll have fun with you." I watch as he turns and walks over to a metal cylinder in the corner of the room and pulls out a metal rod, the end of watch glows a bright, firy, orange. My heart races in fear as he steps calmly towards me holding out the white hot metal rod. I scream in agony as he stabs me with it, my flesh sizzling as it burns, filling the air with a burning smell.

I hang limply, my mind barely aware anymore, for so long all I have known is pain, everyday my captor enters my cell and tortures me. Yesterday he whipped my body until I was a bloody whimpering mess, my throat raw from the screaming, my tears stinging my shaking and shredded body. Over the last few months or so I've been shocked, stabbed, beaten, impaled, fucked roughly up the ass so many times that I've lost count, had my fingers broken, my ribs broken, nose broken, arms and legs broken amd left to hang from my broken arms, fingernails pulled off, pins under my nails, flesh burnt, body whipped, covered in acid, drowned in piss, riddled with bullets, sprayed with freezing cold liquid nitrogen, my insides pumped full of and filled with boiling water, my balls beaten and ruptured, large needless pierced through my body, like face, nipples and balls, dissected alive and so many other horrific tortures. At first he wanted to punish me, then he wanted to know if I was working with anyone else or was alone, I wish there was someone who knew where I was and who would save me but I'm alone, then he was just doing it for fun, I'm his eternal punching bag, my begging and pleading for mercy ignored as he enjoys my endless suffering.

I tremble in fear as the door opens once again, what does he have planned for me today? I watch terrified as he closes the door and looks at my now healed body, one ready for a new round of torture.

"P... p... please..." the crimelord stops, a curious look on his face.

"Do you want me to hurt you my slave?" I shake my head, I can't take this anymore.

"Please, I'll do whatever you want, just don't torture me anymore. I have learnt the error of my ways. I will serve you loyally my master." I flinch as he grabs my face and lowers it to look straight as him.

"You swear to serve and obey me for the rest of your life?"

"Yes master."

"You understand that any mistake or disobedience will lead to you returning here and I won't show the same mercy twice?" The threat of living through this nightmare again grips my soul, the potential punishment insuring my eternal loyalty and obedience.

"I understand sir. Please allow me to prove myself as your obedient servant?" The crimelord smiles, as if he wanted this from the start or maybe he is just pleased to have broken me in such a manner. For the first time in a long while the cuffs around my wrists are opened and I fall to the floor, the pain of hitting the hard surface is nothing compared to the rest of my capture. Feeling the blood flow freely into my hands and my wrists heal from having my body hang from them for so long and my aching shoulders stiffly oving back into a natural position, I look up fearfully at my master, part of me not believing his mercy and worried about making him angry. I watch as he undoes his trousers and pulls out his cock, without needing to give me the order I crawl towards him and take his cock in my mouth, quickly proving myself to him, as I'm rewarded with my first meal since being captured.

On that day he enslaved me, had shackles welded around my neck, wrists and ankles, I screamed as the torch and heated metal burnt my flesh, worse though was when they permanently sealed my cock in a steel chastity cage, my cock pierced and the device welded shut. I was then taken to this room and chained to the bed, pimped out day and night, sometimes I'm just fucked, sometimes I'm gangbanged, sometimes I'm used as a toilet, sometimes I'm made to lick dirty asses clean, sometimes I'm beaten, sometimes I'm choked and sometimes I'm tortured, my healing factor keeping me alive though it all and making me ready for the next day, unable to stay damaged and unaging. The healing factor also means that my ass remains tight, no matter how big the cock that tears it open is or how many enter me uncaringly, it always returns to its original state, before it's painfully stretched open again and again. Same with my cock, due to the my healing ability it never shrinks it fit its cage, even now it's squashed when limp in its tiny prison, and painfully crushed when I get hard, which at this point is nearly all the time as I'm constantly horny and desperate to cum, especially when I have clients.

I moan through my ring gag and pull on my chains once again as my cock tries desperately to grow. I don't really need to be chained up anymore, I have no desire to leave, I've been here for decades, anyone who knew me has long forgotten about me, no one is going to rescue me and the idea of returning to the outside world frightens me, not to mention the punishment for disobeying, one I wish to avoid for the rest of time and one far worse than this fate. Here I have purpose, I was never really committed to the whole hero thing, I only really did it cause that's what people with powers do, here I feel like I've found my place, my calling, I was given my powers for a reason, I have meaning, I use my powers to bring other people pleasure.

I look up as the door to my room opens and a client walks in, his hard cock visibly pressing against his trousers. I let out a slight moan and raise my ass into the air invitingly, my mind lost in lustful desire, I need to be fucked and I want to make him happy, I must fulfill my purpose.