Chapter 2: Subjugation

The first thing Kestrylenne knew was that she was standing upright. The second and third things she knew were that there was something in her mouth and something in her pussy. For a moment she was confused by wondering which she’d noticed first, but after a moment she realized what a pointless question that was.

She opened her eyes. She still couldn’t see anything.

All she had was touch and kinesthesia. They told her that her arms were bound above her head and her feet were bound to the floor. She could also feel straps under her armpits that seemed to be supporting her weight. That explained how she was standing up while unconscious.

There was something a lot heavier than her mask strapped over her face; that must be why she couldn’t see anything. She could also feel something large and soft pressing against her ears. There was something snugly fitted around her neck. It made the back of her neck tingle.

Kestrylenne yanked as hard as she could with her right arm, and then her left. Her bonds didn’t loosen a bit. Attempts to pull her feet free were equally unavailing. She tried to put her full weight into another attempt to pull her arms free; all she accomplished was to confirm that the straps she felt were supporting most of that weight.

“I see that the SupriDames are awake.”

It was Tekminx’s voice, and at the same moment she saw a large video screen floating in midair displaying Tekminx’s face. She blinked, and then she understood. She was wearing video goggles that presented an virtual viewscreen image. The padding over her ears must be headphones, relaying the villainess’s voice.

Her captor controlled what she saw and heard. That was bad. She had to get out of this!

The cuffs on her wrists and ankles remained firm despite her best efforts, however.

“Each of the SupriDames is wearing two of my latest inventions,” the villainess declared in a cheerful tone. “First, each of them has a DuoDiddler wand inserted into her and strapped tightly into place.”

As she spoke the name, the word “DuoDiddler” appeared as a caption in hot pink feminine script, followed by a trademark symbol.

The display went blank. A wireframe model of a curvaceous nude woman appeared and was filled in by a translucent body of an olive-complexioned brunette. A hot pink shaft appeared, half inside her body and half protruding from her crotch, accompanied by black straps around her waist and thighs to hold it in place.

“It’s firm enough to provide strong stimulation, but flexible enough to accommodate any position and smoothly transmit each thrusting action.”

Another nude wireframe appeared and became a translucent fair-skinned blonde. The brunette thrust the shaft into the blonde, and they stood face to face rocking their hips back and forth as cartoon arrows followed the curve of the shaft.

The image cross-faded into a scene of the blonde bent forward as the brunette took her doggie-style. A few seconds later, another cross-fade put them in bed with the brunette mounting the blonde cowgirl style. The next transition showed the blonde atop the brunette riding the shaft in a reverse cowgirl position. For each variation, the configuration of the double dildo and the animated arrows indicating how it transmitted hip thrusts from partner to partner were prominently illustrated.

Kestrylenne yanked at her restraints even more desperately as she yelled protests into her gag. She froze for a moment as it occurred to her that watching her struggle was probably making Tekminx even more excited about whatever perverted sexual game she was playing. Taking a deep breath, she focused everything on another attempt to get her right hand loose. Maybe her efforts weren’t accomplishing anything but to entertain her captor, but she couldn’t just quit.

An image of the animated blonde lying on a table with her legs wrapped around the standing brunette was replaced by Tekminx’s leering face. “Now, it’s time to start the live demonstration featuring the SupriDames.” The team name appeared as a caption in the same style, complete with trademark symbol.

The display showed a montage of closeups: wrists pulling at cuffs chained to overhead rails, ankles straining to get free of shackles fastened to steel pedestals, faces wearing goggles and headphones color-coded to match the heroines’ masks, bosoms heaving as their bodies flexed with their ongoing struggles, asses framed by black waistbands and thighbands, and finally crotches from which the glistening DuoDiddler shafts protruded.

Kestrylenne tried to close her eyes, not wanting to watch the blatantly objectifying images of herself and her teammates in bondage. Her eyelids refused to remain closed for more than a split second.

She shuddered as she realized that something else was restraining her besides her bonds. Tekminx had mentioned two inventions...

As if answering her thought, Tekminx said, “Now, let’s check on that second invention I mentioned.” The montage zoomed in on a series of electronic readouts, each mounted to a collar fastened around a heroine’s neck.

“All six Neural Inducers are activated,” Tekminx stated. “Very soon, the combination of intense sexual stimulation and irresistible irreversible neural imprinting will convert the self-righteous straight vanilla SupriDames into slutty kinky lesbian SapphiDykes, ready and willing harem slaves for Mistress Tekminx.”

The tingle at the back of Kestrylenne’s neck intensified, or maybe it just felt that way now that she knew the purpose of the collar. Tekminx intended to brainwash her. According to everything she knew, that should be impossible. She had a sinking feeling that this would be yet another example of the gadgeteer genius accomplishing the impossible...

The video display now showed a widely spaced line of six silhouettes: female profiles each standing on a short pedestal and sporting a faux erection. The view was presented in a soft focus blur, framed to show the figures from the neck down and backlit to conceal features and complexions in shadow. The one third from the rear was probably the tall muscular Valkyrelle, but other than that it was impossible to tell which was which.

A horizontal dotted line briefly crossed the image, showing that the varying heights of their pedestals had placed their crotches on precisely the same level.

“The SupriDames...” Once again the mocking caption appeared. “...are about to be linked pussy, double dildo, asshole into a daisy chain gang-bang of kinky lesbian sodomy that will convert them into SapphiDykes!” their captor’s voice simpered.

Though the image was blurred and partially obscured by the new name prominently plastered across it, it was evident that the six figures were desperately struggling to escape their bonds. These efforts were as futile as ever.

Kestrylenne felt the platform beneath her feet vibrate for a moment as it began to move. There was also a gentle but unmistakable tug at her wrists.

“They’re thinking about that, fantasizing about that, practically feeling the experience already,” the villainess purred. “They can’t help it. The more they think about it, the more the Neural Inducers make them want it.”

Kestrylenne felt a shiver in her behind as though she were already being rear-penetrated. It felt much more pleasurable than she wanted to admit.

The image zoomed out slightly to reveal two additional silhouettes, one at each end of the line.

“I’ve added a robot partner for the SapphiDyke at the front of the line.” Blinking arrows indicated the frontmost figure. “It’s not advanced enough to be a real sex bot, but all it needs to do is stand there and reciprocate the hip thrusts. That’s good enough for a ‘butt bot’.”

The blinking arrows now indicated the rearmost figure. “As for the SapphiDyke at the rear end, I’ll personally be entering the queue from behind to give her the same double-penetration as the others,” Tekminx beamed. “It wouldn’t be fair to leave any of these lovely superheroines out of the full double penetration experience.”

The view inside the goggles slowly cross-faded into a full-body view of Tekminx posing naked in front of a trio of full-length mirrors, showing off every inch of her in full detail.

Once again, Kestrylenne tried to close her eyes. She tried to look away. She tried to bring up some other mental image to shut out the erotic display. She tried, and she failed. All she could manage to do was shift her attention from her captor’s chest to her backside or vice versa.

She shuddered as the shaft within her began vibrating. She felt a familiar tingle between the thighs. She told herself that it was a meaningless involuntary response to physical stimulation.

Those statements felt hollow as she stared at the villainess’s curves and felt unmistakable arousal. She knew the Neural Inducer was putting it into her head, but that didn’t make it feel any less real.

She heard a rhythmic beat in her headphones. The sounds resolved into a chant delivered in a soft but penetrating whisper:

Bondage offers liberation

Your enforced participation

Gives you guilt-free validation

To enjoy this copulation

Kestrylenne growled into her gag. She hated all the jokes about superheroes and superheroines -- especially superheroines -- that made them out to be perverts who dressed up in fetish outfits and got themselves captured in order to engage in kinky bondage hookups with other costumed sexual deviants.

Desperately, she tried to shut out her arousal by focusing on her indignation. She remembered the idiot shock jocks who had made lewd wisecracks on the air about Valkyrelle while describing how she’d saved their lives from an electrical fire at their radio station. She clung to that memory. She focused on the anger. Anger fueled her determination to resist.

The anger made her wonder whether it was worth putting on the costume and risking her neck to protect people who showed that kind of ingratitude...

Was that demoralizing thought pushed into her head by Tekminx’s gadget? She remembered being righteously pissed off at tabloid guttersnipes and loudmouth pundits who treated all costumed supers, law-abiding or otherwise, as freaks and menaces, but she knew that she’d never seriously considered quitting because of it.

Damn it, if she had quit she wouldn’t be in this mess! Maybe she should have hung up the mask. Maybe this was her own damn fault...

More defeatism. The damn brainwashing was subverting her will on so many different fronts that it was harder and harder to keep up. She felt her anger, and the strength it gave her, fading away.

All she could do was tell herself that she hadn’t been beaten yet. She was still herself. She was her own woman. She was still a fighter. She was still straight...

Her concentration was broken by a sudden nasty taste filling her mouth and icky wetness splattering her cheeks. It was jizz from a guy who rudely made her swallow and wear it after she’d been obliging enough to blow him.

Obviously it wasn’t real. Her utterly nauseated reaction wasn’t real either. When that happened to her for real it was annoying, not stomach-turning. The Neural Inducer was creating an illusion to derail her attempts to cling to her heterosexuality.

She felt even more queasy when she realized just how insidiously the device was twisting her thoughts and memories. The more she tried to tell herself that these repulsive sensations weren’t real, the worse it got. She felt like her mouth was full of foul sludge and her face was covered in vile slime, and she could neither spit it out nor wipe it away.

One thought kept resurfacing no matter how firmly she tried to push it away. She needed the sweet musk between another woman’s thighs to cleanse herself of the revolting scum.

The situation was starting to feel hopeless. If false thoughts and memories kept overriding her real ones, how could she possibly resist this?

This arrangement was designed to subvert her resistance by reducing her to a plaything. That was why this arrangement combined so many elements of sexual perversion. That was why Tekminx was monologuing about her as if she were narrating an advertisement for her inventions instead of gloating directly at her. That was why her position in the queue was hidden, so that the imminent double hookup would be anonymous.

She was assuming that this was going to happen, she realized. She didn’t know whether that was the Neural Inducer or her own brutally honest assessment of the situation. It didn’t matter. It took an effort of will to try tugging at her restraints again. She told herself that was because she knew it was useless, not because she wanted to surrender.

Relaxing and letting this happen felt like a better idea than wasting her time with more pointless angst or futile escape attempts. If this was going to happen whether she wanted it or not, why decide that she wanted it? Why not enjoy it? There wasn’t anything wrong with being lesbian or engaging in kinky group sex. Thinking those things were wrong was the thing that really was wrong. She’d risked her life to defend innocent people against that kind of bigotry when Pastor Purification attacked “heathens” with the pyrokinetic powers he believed to be a gift from the narrow-minded God he’d created in his own image...

Kestrylenne was vaguely aware that she was letting rationalizations undercut the faltering remnants of her resistance. She should keep fighting. She shouldn’t let Tekminx have her way.

Those thoughts kept slipping away even as she tried to focus on them. The voices in her head telling her to embrace the experience kept getting clearer and more persuasive.

Bondage did bring liberation. It was all starting to make sense now. Being pushed into trying kinky lesbian sex might be the best thing that had ever happened to her. She wouldn’t know until she knew how it felt. There was no need to feel awkward about it. She hadn’t done anything wrong. It wasn’t her idea. But it might be a good idea...

As she relaxed and let herself be swept along that train of thought, the words playing in her headphones changed:

No more sexual frustration

No more frigid hesitation

Give in to the consummation

Of erotic celebration

Yesss... fighting this brought only grief. Surrendering to it would bring joy.

A small voice of resistance spoke up once last time, telling her that she was falling into Tekminx’s trap. She shushed it. She simply couldn’t make herself care any more.

The view of naked Mistress Tekminx faded. In its place was a montage of still pictures and brief video clips depicting her teammates. Some of the images showed them in costume, posed to highlight their curves. Others were artistic presentations in which they wore only masks and boots and coyly posed to semi-reveal their naughty bits. Still others were blatantly sexual displays of masked but otherwise naked heroines making out with each other.

Kestrylenne stared at them all, making no attempt to shut them out or squelch the lust they stoked within her. She momentarily wondered where Mistress had gotten the sexy pictures. Maybe they were AI fakes. It didn’t matter. She let the question drift away as she enjoyed the show.

Her world became a blur of seductive words and arousing images and stimulating vibrations. She was momentarily nudged out of her reverie as she felt her vibrator wand encountering resistance up ahead at the same moment something hard poked her in the ass.

She blinked, and she remembered. She was fucking the woman in front of her and being fucked by the woman behind her. She shifted her hips to help push the front rod into position while taking the rear rod into her body.

Her hips reflexively thrust forward and then shifted backward. Once again, the words in her ears changed, this time into a pair of repeating lines:

Pussy, double dildo, asshole

Sensual erotic steamroll

A few more hip thrusts got her dildo firmly planted into the ass of the woman she was fucking. She felt another wand sliding deeper into her asshole. She gasped into her gag as the fore and aft vibrations intensified.

She idly wondered which of the women were on the other ends of those wands. She hoped Mistress was one of them, preferably the one taking her from behind. It didn’t really matter, though. Mistress wanted her, and Mistress would make love to her soon enough if she wasn’t doing it already.

It occurred to her that, really, no matter where she was in the queue she was making love to Mistress and to each and every one of her teammates. The thought sent a warm thrill through her body.

Kestrylenne mumbled into her gag, echoing the “Pussy, double dildo, asshole... Sensual erotic steamroll...” mantra. The double penetrations deepened, and the vibrations intensified, and her mutterings became gasps as she was brought to climax.

There was no time for her to relax into the afterglow, however. The sexual steamroller kept its momentum, and her hips worked to ride it in tandem with the hips in front of her and behind her.

It was the best sex she’d ever head. It had brought joy, and it had brought enlightenment. Deep down, she’d always been a lesbian. She’d always been secretly in love with her teammates. She’d always wanted her sexuality to be as adventurous as her superheroics.

Mistress Tekminx had freed her from her neurotic inhibitions, guiding her into a sexual scenario that shattered taboos wholesale and left her free to be her true self.

She wished that this had happened years ago, when she’d first started her heroic career. She wouldn’t have wasted so much time harassing Mistress Tekminx and interfering with her attempts to create remarkable inventions.

Those thoughts blurred into the overwhelming pleasure they’d now made possible. She rode the waves of pleasure until she gasped into her gag as her body was rocked with a second climax even more powerful than the first.

It didn’t end there. The experience became even more intense. All she knew were the two vibrating wands probing deep inside her and the steady hip action sliding them in and out and the gasps and moans into her gag and the bright colorful flickering swirls in her eyes and the whirring hum that sounded like an indistinct cacophony of whispers in her ears.

Finally, in the long afterglow of her third orgasm, she felt the wands stop vibrating. She slid backwards, disengaging from her partner in front, and felt the shaft in her ass pulling out. She felt a bit of wistful disappointment, but mostly contentment. This was the end of one sexual encounter, but it was the beginning of her new life of sensual delight under Mistress’s guidance.

Her hands fell to her sides as her wrist cuffs were unfastened, and she felt her other restraints loosen. Her collar and headphones were removed. She reached to take off her goggles, which now showed her nothing but blackness, but stopped when she heard Mistress Tekminx’s voice.

“No, leave your goggles on.” A hand took hold of hers. “Step down off the pedestal... come this way.”

She carefully stepped down to the floor and followed trustingly as she was led.

“Wait here.” She stood where Mistress left her, basking in her memories of the pleasure she’d just experienced. Another woman brushed against her, and she reached out. Her blind-fighting experience served her well as her hand found the other woman’s backside and gave it a pinch. She felt a fumbling hand touch her, make its way to her behind, and return the gesture.

Soon, the heroines were gathered together, engaged in a game of sexual blind girl’s bluff where everyone was “it”.

“Everyone take off your goggles,” Mistress Tekminx commanded.

They complied. After a moment of disorientation while their eyes adapted to the light, the heroines leered shamelessly at each other and leered rather more deferentially at their Mistress. All seven women, naked except for their masks, began striking sexy poses to catch each other’s attention.

“Do you want us to take off our masks, too?” Amperine asked. She raised a hand to her face, several others did likewise.

“Don’t. I don’t want just harem girls. I want you.”

“And we want you, so everything works out,” Gravilass chimed in agreeably.

“Yes it does,” Tekminx nodded. “Without the masks, it just isn’t the same. Sometimes a bit of secrecy adds spice to a relationship.” She grinned. “That’s why I left your goggles on until now. You’ll never know which of you was the first one to make love with me.”

The heroines looked at each other.

“It doesn’t matter. We’re all about to make love with each other.” In a sharp voice she commanded, “LairBrain, raise the curtain.”

A curtain at one side of the room rose, revealing a gigantic mattress platform about three times the size of a standard king bed.

“No toys, no cuffs, no blindfolds, nothing kinky unless you count wearing masks,” she said. “Just lots and lots and lots of plain simple lesbian sex to teach you ladies how it’s done without training wheels.”

“I know how it’s done!” Valkyrelle objected. “I had a girlfriend in college--”

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Mistress held up a hand to shush her. “Don’t ruin it. This is the night when the pure righteous straight vanilla SupriDames tumbled into bed together and turned into hot hedonistic lesbian SapphiDykes with just a little nudge from me.”

“Sorry,” Valkyrelle apologized. “Would it help if I said we were just pretending to be girlfriends to get guys hot and bothered?”

Tekminx laughed. “I’ll just forget you said anything.”

The heroines, Valkyrelle included, chuckled with her as the women made their way toward the bed.

Tekminx watched the recordings her cameras had captured. Her initiation of the SapphiDykes as her superheroine harem was a very special occasion. It was an event she’d want rewatch and reminisce about for years to come. She grinned as she pictured herself a few years from now showing this recording to her thralls and teasing them about their newbie awkwardness.

They’d been less awkward than she’d expected, she had to admit. She’d briefly eaten each of them out, just enough to bring them to a low sexual sizzle, and the attentions she’d received in return suggested that each of them had the potention to become a champion clitlicker with practice.

Well, they’d certainly get plenty of practice, she thought as she stood and stretched. She winced. Despite her statement that there would be no “kinks” in their bedroom romp, she’d definitely gotten one in her back somewhere along the way. She needed better physical conditioning if she wanted to keep up with a superpowered harem. Even when they weren’t using their powers their strength and stamina were considerably better than hers. Her engineering mind was already conjuring up ideas for bedroom gadgetry to help with that problem, but she didn’t want that to be her only option.

Normal humans could keep pace with supers if they put in the effort. Kestrylenne did. She made a mental note to arrange sessions with her in the gym... a gym with plenty of padded mats for post-workout recreation.

She grinned. She’d put Kestrylenne at the rear of the queue and made her the first SupriDame to experience her personal attention. This was partly to give herself a bit of extra space if the power suppressors failed and she needed to run for it, but mostly because the martial artist had the nicest ass on the team.

Putting these musings aside, she turned her attention back to the recording. She’d gotten to the part where MimicMaid and Aquinia alternately slid fingers into her while the other four paired up into sixty-nines.

Indeed, they were learning faster than she’d anticipated. Her new lovergirls had mostly figured out Lesbianism 101 for themselves. Tekminx looked forward to teaching them some advanced courses while reinforcing their conditioning to insure that they’d be hers forever.