It had been a few weeks since the detention that had brainwashed Solargirl into Sheepgirl, and that had subjected Feline to Pavlovian conditioning via tickle torture. Most of the time, Solargirl was Solargirl, and she didn’t know about Sheepgirl. She knew she had gone undercover at Darling Academy, and that Feline was still at Darling Academy, but she ‘knew’ that nothing bad was happening at Darling Academy.

In the university library, in the middle of a study session about a group assignment, Solargirl’s phone pinged. She had received a text from someone called “Programming Tutor”. She did not have a programming tutor, but this did not seem odd to her. She just knew that whatever the text said must be very urgent.

“Time to pick up your pussycat – D,” said the text.

Solargirl’s life as a superheroine, always “on call”, had given her a skill and reputation for breaking engagements with no warning. With no more than an “I’ve got to go”, she abandoned her assignment partners, found a place to strip into her superhero spandex, and flew in a straight line to Darling Academy.

The Academy grounds were hidden from outside observers by towering hedge walls, and even those people inside the school grounds could not see through the frosted windows of the buildings. When she had first infiltrated the Academy, Solargirl had seen those hedges and windows as something sinister, a cloak for abuse. Now, she didn’t think anything at all about those details. She just felt a little warmth in her tummy, being so close to the Academy, and to Ms Darling. 

As Solargirl floated closer and closer to the school sports ground, she remembered she was not Solargirl. She had never been Solargirl. She was Sheepgirl. And she also remembered something very important. 

Sheepgirl couldn’t fly.

Two metres from the ground, her power of flight vanished, and she crashed onto her arse. She was in her Sheepgirl costume, which barely covered her bottom at all. She brushed the grass from her butt cheeks, and, with water from the drinking fountains, rubbed off the dirt and mud. She wouldn’t have a muddy bum when she met Ms Darling.

Sheepgirl stopped outside Ms Darling’s office, and knocked politely on the door.

“Come in!” said Ms Darling.

Ms Darling was in the middle of a call, quite plainly exasperated, but when she saw Sheepgirl, her face lit up. And when Sheepgirl’s face lit up to, when she saw Feline.

Feline was on top of Ms Darling’s desk, on all fours, purring like a kitten, and, because Ms Darling’s bare feet were up on the desk, Feline licked and lapped her tongue between her teacher’s toes. Feline was too absorbed in slipping her tongue between each of Ms Darling’s toes to notice Sheepgirl. Feline was wearing a schoolgirl uniform, and with her bum wagging back and forth in the air, Sheepgirl could see her striped panties. 

Ms Darling silently pressed her finger to her lip, and gestured for Sheepgirl to wait by the door. She continued with her phone call.

“Yes, Minister, I understand this Josephina is a bad influence on your daughter… I understand she wasn’t like this before college… But Josephina can’t be enrolled without the consent of her parents, or a judge…”

An angry male voice burst from the phone so loud that Sheepgirl heard it from the other end of the room. Ms Darling rolled her eyes.

“Minister, I have an appointment. I would suggest you call back when you are ready for a professional conversation.” Ms Darling hung up, and shut her smartphone away in a desk drawer.

“My favourite student! Here to collect my favourite pet.” 

Ms Darling slipped her foot out of Feline’s mouth, and with her big toe tapped Feline on the nose and pointed behind her. When Feline saw Sheepgirl, she meowed in kittenish delight. Hopping off the desk, she scampered on all fours to nuzzle against Sheepgirl’s legs, scratching her temples against the tops of Sheepgirl’s thigh-high boots.

Sheepgirl scratched her purring girlfriend’s ears. She was so proud of Feline.

“And best of all,” said Ms Darling, “she doesn’t even think she’s a cat.”

If Feline thought she was a cat, then it would be no big effort to act like a cat. Feline was perfectly aware she was a human girl called Yumiko Kizaru. She had been walking like a cat, meowing like a cat, and even eating from a cat’s bowl simply because Ms Darling had ordered her to ‘act like a cat’. 

That was three days ago. Ms Darling hadn’t told her to stop acting like a cat, so, of course, Feline had just kept acting like a cat. 

“Yumi.” Ms Darling clapped to get Feline’s attention. “No more acting like a cat. Time to stand on your human feet, and speak with your human tongue.

Feline stood up. It had been so long since she’d stood without the help of her hands that she was a little wobbly, and she had to watch her feet just to keep her balance.

“Pussy-Cat – That’s her new superhero name now. Pussy-Cat, tell your girlfriend how you feel about being a student at Darling Academy.”

“Nyah…” Pussy-Cat shook her head. “I mean… I’m so grateful to be a student at Darling Academy. I am so blessed that Ms Darling personally disciplined me. Before, I was a brat, a delinquent, I needed a–”

Ms Darling pressed a button on a remote control, and bird-song twittered out.

Pussy-Cat had already been unsteady on her legs, but the bird-song made her knees buckle and her toes curl. She tumbled into Sheepgirl’s arms, her swollen-nipples squishing against Sheepgirl’s bosom, arousal gushing through her panties and down her thighs.

Ms Darling gave Sheepgirl a report on Pussy-Cat’s progress over the last three weeks.

In the first week, Pussy-Cat had been her old self: violent, bratty, unrepentant. Each day, Ms Darling reinforced Pussy-Cat’s Pavlovian conditioning by subjecting her to five fifteen-minute sessions of tickle torture. Whenever Pussy-Cat disobeyed, whenever she talked back, whenever she so much as used a sullen tone of voice, Ms Darling would play the sound of tinkling bells. Pussy-Cat’s conditioning would have her rolling on the floor in delirious laughter. Ms Darling would only stop the tinkling bells when Pussy-Cat complied. Pussy-Cat always complied, eventually.

By the end of the first week, Pussy-Cat began complying all on her own, without Ms Darling even needing to wave the remote in front of her face. Oh, yes, Pussy-Cat might obey with a scowl on her face, but that’s still a start. 

If bad behaviour gets a punishment, good behaviour gets a reward. Ms Darling inserted a vibrator into Pussy-Cat’s cunt. Every time she obeyed without urging or complaint, Ms Darling would switch on the vibrator and turn on the noise of twittering birds. By the end of the second week, just the sound of bird-song would make her leak down her thighs.

By the middle of the third week, Pussy-Cat’s conditioning had advanced to its final stage. The bell tinkling and the bird-song were entirely unnecessary. The thought of disobedience had her breaking out in tummy-hurting giggles. Merely obeying Ms Darling, or any of her teachers, made her thighs rub together, and her nipples point through her blouse.

Sheepgirl hugged her girlfriend tightly. “I’m so proud of you, obeying authority without question!”

“Get ready to be even prouder of her, Sheepgirl,” said Ms Darling. “Pussy-Cat, it’s time for Operation Super-Sheep.”

Pussy-Cat was still a ninja. Before Sheepgirl could realise what was happening, Pussy-Cat had her on the ground, locked in a sleeper hold. Even when Sheepgirl had superstrength, she could never break free of one of her girlfriend’s ninjutsu grips, which would use the victim’s own strength against them.

“You’re attacking me, Yumiko? Just because Ms Darling told you to?” Sheepgirl asked. “I’m so proud–” She grunted a little as Pussy-Cat gripped tighter.

“During my first week here, Lily, I was so angry at you,” said Pussy-Cat. “You’d just given away my biggest weakness. You didn’t even try to defend me when those girls tickled me.”

Pussy-Cat’s arousal was dripping from her cunt onto Sheepgirl.

“In my second week, I forgave you… No, I saw that you did the right thing. An authority figure had ordered you, and you obeyed.”

“So… proud..” Sheepgirl’s eyes were fluttering.

“And in my third week, I was jealous of you. You got to show an authority figure… No, not just any authority figure. You got to show Ms Darling how important obeying authority was to you, by betraying me. I begged Ms Darling to give me the opportunity to betray you.”

Sheepgirl could only gurgle, losing consciousness fast.

“I’m sure that Sheepgirl is very proud of you for betraying her,” said Ms Darling.

Sheepgirl’s last action, before everything faded to black, was giving her girlfriend a trembling thumbs up. Her girlfriend had finally realised that the most important relationship in life was the equal partnership of lovers. It was the total submission of an inferior to a superior.

–

When Sheepgirl regained consciousness, she was strapped to a cushioned metal chair. She appeared to be in the school’s infirmary, all white and clean. Her wrists were tied to the armrests, and her calves were tied to the chair legs, so that her thighs were spread wide open. She was totally naked, apart from vibrators taped over each nipple, a love egg inserted up her cunt, and something cold and metallic on top of her head. She was wearing on her head a metal colander strapped around her chin like a bicycle helmet. Copper wires tied into the colander’s holes, dangling down behind her, leading nowhere.

Before she could worry about what was going on, Ms Darling came in, with Pussy-Cat following close behind. Pussy-Cat was still wearing her school uniform. Ms Darling told Pussy-Cat to sit on the infirmary bed behind Sheepgirl. She then addressed Sheepgirl.

“I fancy you’re wondering why you’re strapped to that chair.”

“Yes, Headmistress.”

“But because you know it was me who strapped you to that chair, you know that it’s for a good reason, don’t you?”

“Of course, Headmistress.” Indeed, the second Ms Darling had walked into the room, all the terror in her tummy had dissipated.

Ms Darling explained what was going to happen. Sheepgirl had only one superpower, the ability to obey her superiors perfectly. But such a good subordinate deserved more superpowers, and so Ms Darling was going to conduct an experimental procedure on her to give her the flight and superstrength.

In reality, Ms Darling was ‘giving’ the brainwashed Solargirl her own powers back. It had been fun to de-power a superheroine, but a slave with superpowers was simply more useful. This story about an “experimental procedure” was just there to give her brainwashed mind an excuse to use the superpowers she’d blocked from her consciousness.

Just from hearing this explanation, the room began to appear a lot more high-tech to Sheepgirl. This was not an school infirmary; it was a hospital room. The vibrators over her nipples and up her cunt were medical equipment. The colander on her head with pointless copper wiring dangling out was actually a sleek neuro-helmet with cables leading to supercomputers.

“Thank you, Headmistress! I promise I will never use my superpowers to annoy a politician or harass a billionaire.”

“Not unless a more authoritative politician or billionaire tells you to?”

“Um…” To be honest, Sheepgirl had never considered what she’d do if two authority figures disagreed with each other. 

“Sheepgirl, don’t worry. If you’re ever uncertain about which authority figure is more authoritative, you need only ask me.”

She was lucky an authority figure like Ms Darling would tell her how solve the conundrum. “Thank you, Headmistress.”

“And before I start the procedure,” said Ms Darling, “I need to make sure I have your informed consent. This procedure will give you flight and superstrength, but that power needs to come from somewhere. The cost of these powers is your intelligence.”

“My intelligence, Headmistress?”

“Your IQ will drop by thirty percent. Does that scare you, Sheepgirl?”

“A little, Headmistress,” said Sheepgirl. She’d always been proud of how smart she was. As a superheroine, she was known for her detective skills. Right now, however, Sheepgirl had different reason for fearing losing her smarts. “If I’m dumb… What if an authority figure gives me a tricky task?”

Ms Darling stroked her little bootlicker’s cheek. “What a forward-looking girl you are! But don’t worry. Your role is to do, not to plan. If you have trouble thinking of how to fulfil a superior’s command, you need only ask me for advice.”

The knot in Sheepgirl’s chest loosened. “That’s a relief, Headmistress.”

“And besides, being dumb is not all that bad,” said Ms Darling. “My scientists assure me that when your IQ drops, so does your neuroticism. You’ll become what’s called a ‘bimbo’. That doesn’t sound that bad, does it, being happy, giggly, agreeable?”

“No, it doesn’t, Headmistress.” Sheepgirl was already feeling silly for wanting to keep her intelligence.

“And now for your super-sheep serum.” Ms Darling held out a glass of foul-smelling green liquid. It was actually a superfood health shake, but as Ms Darling tipped the drink down Sheepgirl’s throat, Sheepgirl thought she could feel the super-sheep nanobots spreading through her body.

“Now to catalyse the reaction.” 

Ms Darling had her little remote, and today it was synced with Sheepgirl’s vibrators. She clicked it on. The vibrations pulsed over Sheepgirl’s nipples, and her breasts rippled like jelly. Ms Darling’s remote had a dial, and it was currently set to ‘low’. She clicked the dial up to ‘moderate’. The love-egg lodged deep in Sheepgirl’s canal throbbed, and pleasure crashed through her thighs and stomach. Ms Darling clicked the dial up, notch by notch, moan by moan, to ‘maximum’. Sheepgirl gasped and thrust forward her breasts as she ground her arse against her seat. The arousal was more than arousal now. The growth of pleasure in her cunt, through her breasts, was proof the procedure was working. She was rising towards orgasm, and when she came, her powers would explode outwards from her cunt and tits. But it would be a while before she came.

While Sheepgirl was occupied, Ms Darling turned her attention to Pussy-Cat, still sitting on the infirmary bed. The Japanese former-ninja was gawking at her girlfriend’s “experimental procedure”. As Sheepgirl’s eyes rolled back in arousal, Pussy-Cat’s nipples pointed against her school blouse, and her thighs drifted apart, exposing her panties.

Ms Darling stood in front of Pussy-Cat, blocking her view of Sheepgirl. She stood so close that when Pussy-Cat looked up at her, she could barely see Ms Darling’s head around the teacher’s massive bust.

“Are you ready for the last stage of your transformation?”

“Yes, Headmistress,” said Pussy-Cat.

A brainwashed superheroine was most useful when they could act normally ninety percent of the time. A prudent supervillain didn’t want friends, family, or superhero peers ringing alarm bells when they noticed their superheroine acting like she’d joined a cult.

“Pussy-Cat, I’m going to split your mind in two, just like Sheepgirl.” Ms Darling got to one knee in front of Pussy-Cat, looking up at her with mischievous tenderness. “One half of your mind will be your perfect Pussy-Cat self. Docile. Obedient. The kitten who knows her place. The other half will be your old, bratty self.”

“No, Head–”

Ms Darling shushed her sweetly. “Don’t worry, my favourite pet. I know what I’m doing.”

That made Pussy-Cat feel a little better.

“Have you ever been hypnotised, Pussy-Cat?”

Pussy-Cat shook her head. 

“But you have been brainwashed? You know I can mould your mind into whatever shape I wish, don’t you?”

“Yes, Headmistress.”

“Hypnosis is like brainwashing, but far swifter, sweeter, and more delicious. I’m going to hypnotise you, going to slide you into hazy compliance, because you’re a good girl, who does exactly what her teacher says. No more tickle torture, because I can trust you to be a good girl, who just listens to teacher, can’t I?”

Pussy-Cat’s voice was just as soft and slow as Ms Darling’s. “You can… Headmistress…”

The girl’s eyes were losing and gaining focus. A hypnotic induction was merely a matter of fixation, and she already fixated on Ms Darling’s every word.

“Such a good girl, who not only does as she is told, but thinks what she is told.” Ms Darling held her hand over Pussy-Cat’s wrist. She pinched the air. “Between my thumb and forefinger there is a string. That string is tied around your wrist, isn’t that so?”

Pussy-Cat could not see a string, but she could feel it. Slim, rough cords wrapped some dozen times around her wrist. And when Ms Darling lifted her hand up, the string tugged Pussy-Cat’s wrist upwards. Pussy-Cat’s arm felt totally limp and lifeless, but it dangled in the air from Ms Darling’s imaginary string. It followed the string, back and forth, as Ms Darling pulled Pussy-Cat’s wrist this way and that.

“You’re very suggestible,” cooed Ms Darling.

“Thank you, Headmistress.” Pussy-Cat was just watching Ms Darling puppet her hand round and round.

Ms Darling separated her thumb and forefinger, and Pussy-Cat’s hand slapped against her thigh.

“You can also imagine strings right here and here.” Ms Darling stroked either side of Pussy-Cat’s neck. “These are the strings that send your will from your brain to your body. When your brain tells your arms and legs to move, that command has to go through these strings. Even to sit up straight, your brain needs to send its intentions through these strings.”

Ms Darling made her fingers into scissors. “Snip, snip.” She cut the imaginary strings on both sides of Pussy-Cat’s neck, who flopped backwards onto the bed.

“Can you lift a finger, Pussy-Cat?” Ms Darling asked.

Pussy-Cat could not. She was struggling with all her strength, not that one could see that struggle anywhere but on her face, in her gritting teeth and clenching eyes. She strove to lift a finger, but they all remained limply curled atop the bedsheets. She tried to kick her legs, but her calves remained dangling off the edge of the bed. She could lift up her head, but every muscle from her shoulders down was loose as a ragdoll.

“No, Headmistress.” And she gave up.

Ms Darling was very pleased. Just a few weeks ago, this girl spent literal hours fighting against steel restraints. Now, with nothing at all physically holding her down, she had given up in just a minute.

Ms Darling crawled onto the bed, her knees on either side of Pussy-Cat’s thighs, her hands on either side of Pussy-Cat’s head. 

“My good pet. My suggestible pet. My pet who just needs to listen to her teacher talk before her brain turns to putty in my hands.” She twirled one finger in front of Pussy-Cat’s eyes, which followed the finger round and round, dizzy and dazed. “So open, vulnerable, and obliging, that just with a snap of my fingers, I can transform you into your old self.”

Ms Darling snapped her fingers.

“You bitch!” The dazed and blissful sleepiness was gone. Pussy-Cat – Feline was snarling, practically frothing at the mouth. “I’ll kill you!” But her arms and legs were still limp as a ragdoll. “My Sensei taught me how to resist hypnosis. I’ll–”

“And with another snap, you’re a good girl again.”

She snapped.

“You’re a genius, Headmistress!” The snarl had melted into ecstatic joy. She admired Ms Darling. She was so lucky that such a smart, intelligent, kind genius was hypnotising her. “I really thought I was my old–”

She snapped

“ -- my real self!”

“Your real self?” asked Ms Darling. Ms Darling had snuck her hand up Feline’s skirt, into Feline’s panties. Her cunt was wet, and Ms Darling’s two fingers entered so easily. “Then I can assume that this is your real arousal.”

“Fuck…” Feline moaned. “Fuck… you.”

Dripping with Feline’s arousal, Ms Darling dangled her fingers just above Feline’s mouth. Feline lunged up her head to bite off those fingers. 

SNAP!

Pussy-Cat sucked Ms Darling’s fingers clean.

SNAP!

Feline spat, and the spittle just landed on her face. “Fuck you, you evil, brainwashing–”

SNAP!

“-- my sweet, brainwashing teacher. I can’t wait for Lily to see how you’ve –”

SNAP!

“I can’t wait to free Lily and kick your arse!”

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! And with each snap, less than a second between each, Pussy-Cat’s personalities entirely switched, one barely having enough time to surface before the other dragged it down. SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! The rapid swings from fury to joy were becoming too much. Pussy-Cat was slurring. Her eyes were losing focus.

Ms Darling paused her snapping, but her fingers were poised just above Pussy-Cat’s eyes. Although, at that moment, she was Feline.

“I’ve… I can fight you…” Her eyelids were drooping. There was spittle on her lips. “I’ll…”

“Sleep.” Ms Darling snapped, and Pussy-Cat drifted off.

And when Ms Darling finished Pussy-Cat’s hypnotic programming, neither personality would be aware of the other. The mere thought that one side of her mind was betraying everything the other stood for would be too silly to contemplate.

Ms Darling looked back at Sheepgirl, still trembling from the vibrator in her cunt and on her nipples. The girl was drooling. She’d come twice already and blacked out once.

“Are you holding up well, Sheepgirl?”

“Yeah… Headmistress…” Her mouth was open and smiling like a dog. “Like, I fell super strong, like I could, just… just…”

Ms Darling had already mentally written off the chair. She knew the second Sheepgril ‘regained’ her strength, she would do something like this. Sheepgirl tore through the handcuffs shackling her wrists, the wood of the armrests splintering, and the tape wrapping around the chairlegs and her ankles tore open easy as butter.

Sheepgirl stood up. In fact she did more than stand, she floated to the roof.

A chairleg was still dangling from her ankle by a length of torn tape. She reached down to tear it off like it was a piece of toilet paper stuck to her foot. Being ‘new’ to flying, and thirty percent dumber, made this multi-tasking difficult. Bending over as she floated, she began to spiral to the ground, wallopping her head against the floor.

“Ouchy!”

Ms Darling helped the girl up, though she did not yet bother to remove the vibrators from the girl’s nipples and cunt, or the colander strapped to the girl’s head.

“How are you feeling, Sheepgirl!”

“Super tip-top, yummy-wummy, like a puppy with a ball.” The nineteen-year-old college student was rushing on with her words. “Like, I liked my old superpower, but flying…” She was already floating an inch above the floor. “... I feel so light… Like I lost twenty kilos.”

“And you’re not missing your intelligence?”

“My what? Oh! I’d totally forgotten about that.”

“A sign you never needed it.”

“That… is a great point, Headmistress. You’re, like, so smart!”

“And what a smart girl you are for listening,” said Ms Darling. “And who do you have to thank for your new superpowers.”

“You, Headmistress!” said Sheepgirl.

“Me and the establishment.”

“You and the establishment.” Sheepgirl giggled. She owed everything she had to the establishment.