In public, the SupriDames continued as usual, fighting crime and protecting the populace. Even before Mistress had set forth the ground rules, they’d realized that for the six of them to suddenly come out as uninhibited lesbians would be incredibly suspicious. There might even be attempts to convert them back into neurotic repressed prudes, a horrifying prospect none of them wanted to risk.

Eventually, Mistress had told them, there would be time to start hinting at sparks of bi-curiosity and gradually escalate from there, with one or two members of the group taking point and the others following later claiming to have been inspired by their teammates’ examples. For now, it was essential that they remain closeted.

They made up for it by being all the more insatiably horny when they were able to find time and privacy to express their new sexual inclinations.

The special tub Aquinia had suggested was worth every penny, Tekminx thought as she enjoyed the view.

The tub resembled a giant champagne flute. Positioned on a high stem, it gave Tekminx a clear view from below of Amerpine’s naked body immersed up to the neck in Aquinia’s liquid form. A churning vortex between Amperine’s thighs obscured her pussy; however, Tekminx was more interested in watching how her body quivered as jets of living water probed her sensitive spots. For her part, she launched little electrical sparkles into the water from her fingers, causing the fluid to shimmy and wriggle like gelatin. It didn’t take much imagination to see that the hydrokinetic heroine was getting as good as she was giving.

Amperine arched her back and shuddered as the water became increasingly agitated, barely keeping her face above water, and moaned as she released a flurry of electrical sparks. The fluid became wildly turbulent; Aquinia’s orgasm might be less familiar than Amperine’s, but it was no less obvious.

Slowly, the fluid gathered itself together, about half of it continuing to surround Amperine’s body while the other half formed itself into the watery shape of Aquinia’s chest, arms, and head. The women shared a long intimate kiss before Aquinia once more allowed herself to dissolve into an erotic bath.

As the hydrokinetic heroine once again sent jets of living water to flow into her partner’s pussy, Tekminx felt an increasing need to do more than watch. Her thralls would have been perfectly willing to let her join in and make it a threesome, but that seemed a bit rude. She had other options; that was one reason she’d recruited a half-dozen playmates.

She tapped the wrist commlink. “Gravilass, meet me next to the champagne tub.”

It took only a moment for the heroine to answer the summons. She landed next to her Mistress while looking up to watch the couple in the glass. “Ooooh, kinky!” she simpered. “I want to take a bath like that sometime.”

“You and me both,” Mistress replied agreeably. Ever since she’d first seen what Aquinia wanted the giant champagne flute for, she’d been meaning to try it herself. She hadn’t yet gotten around to it, though. There were too many other fun things to try, and too few opportunities for the SupriDames to discreetly drop out of sight for SapphiDyke interludes.

“Both at once, maybe?” Gravilass saucily suggested. “It looks big enough.”

“Hmmm...” Tekminx murmured. “Or one of us dive into the tub while the other one pairs off with Amperine. Those sparks look... tingly.”

“Oh, they are!” Gravilass smirked. “Just cuddling up with her and feeling little zaps on my tongue and nipples and clit made me cum harder and faster than I ever did before.”

“‘Harder’ I like... ‘faster’ not so much. She ought to learn how to make it ‘harder’ and ‘slower’.”

They stood there for a few minutes leaning against each other, alternating between watching, kissing, and talking.

After Mistress Tekminx described what she’d like to do next, she applied a gentle slap to Gravilass’s backside. “Come with me, darling.”

The duo strode toward a door and walked down a hallway. They paused briefly to listen to the suggestive sounds coming from behind one door but politely refrained from peeking inside. At the end of the hallway, they arrived at Mistress Tekminx’s elegantly outfitted boudoir.

Tekminx sat at the foot of her bed and patted her thigh.

Gravilass smirked as she submissively draped herself over Mistress’s knee, her butt positioned to receive the spanking she craved.

They both smiled as they remembered the heroine’s first diffident request. Tekminx had been nonplused at first; the mental imprinting hadn’t included anything like that. Apparently the brainwashing that had shattered the heroine’s old inhibitions had also freed certain repressed desires, bringing them to the surface and blending them into her sex-slave programming.

It had been the first step in discovering other interesting kinks and fetishes her thralls now exhibited. Fortunately, she didn’t find any of them to be off-putting; at worst they were tastes she didn’t share but didn’t mind indulging.

Tekminx’s hand repeatedly came down on Gravilass’s bottom, hard enough to sting but not to really hurt. That seemed satisfactory; after each smack the heroine made a sound that was closer to a happy squeal than a cry of pain. That was helpful feedback; she had standing orders to make it known at once if she wasn’t enjoying herself.

“Oooh... pull down my tights! Please, Mistress!”

She obliged and continued the spanking.

That little ritual was one reason she hadn’t gone ahead with her idea of outfitting her SapphiDykes with “playtime” costumes consisting of demibra-and-thong parodies of their already rather revealing superheroine outfits. Gravilass’s spanking just wouldn’t be the same without her plea to take it on her bare behind, which would be pointless if her behind was bare to begin with.

“Now, have you learned your lesson?” Tekminx asked. The real question was whether Gravilass was sufficiently warmed up by this bit of foreplay.

“Yes, Mistress!” she said in a tone that somehow sounded both contrite and excited.

Tekminx picked up Gravilass, set her down on the bed, and stripped off everything but her mask as she lay utterly limp. It was another hitherto-buried fetish that had been brought to the surface.

She then doffed her own costume, also leaving only her mask. Then she took Gravilass’s hand and beckoned her to stand in front of her.

“Now, darling... take us to the moon.”

As they had discussed, Gravilass infused their bodies with anti-gravitic energy, reducing each woman’s weight to about twenty pounds. This made the next step much easier.

“Yum yum!” purred the villainess as she flipped her partner head-over-heels and lifted her into position for a standing sixty-nine. She felt just a bit nervous, despite the heroine’s assurances that the anti-gravitic charge would persist for some time without ongoing effort and would fade away slowly when it finally did expire.

As Gravilass’s tongue went to work, her body quivered. The conscious effort of bracing her suddenly wobbly knees and hips intensified the sensation.

She felt the heroine’s thighs gripping her head tightly as she pressed her face down to thrust her tongue deeper. She found Gravilass’s clit, and was rewarded as her thrall redoubled her own efforts to please her.

Tekminx managed to remain standing as her body shuddered with pleasure. As she recovered her composure, she applied some quick intense tongue action to send her partner over the brink.

As her orgasm faded into afterglow, Gravilass levitated for a moment, then flipped herself back onto her feet. The two women leaned into each other, hugging and kissing.

One of these days, Tekminx thought, she’d try taking this all the way to zero g and find out if it was really as awkward as some space-faring supers made it out to be. She’d want to install some netting and restraints first, though.

For now, she was content to start another round, with Gravilass holding her upside down this time. This time, she was free to let her body respond to the stimulation without making an effort to brace herself. That actually made it a bit less interesting, but it was still fun.

After concluding Round Two, they walked, a bit clumsily at first, back toward the main playroom. Tekminx let Gravilass trail behind her and enjoy the sight of her buns bouncing in the “low gravity”.

As they passed the door where they’d heard interesting activities going on, they heard more of the same.

Too curious to be polite, Tekminx opened the door.

Inside, Valkyrelle was bent forward over a table. She wore a skimpy frilly French maid outfit and six-inch heels. The skirt was flipped up over her back, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath it. MimicMaid was taking her from behind, wearing a shiny black open-crotch dominatrix outfit.

As the shapeshifter reacted to the intrusion by disengaging herself, Tekminx and Gravilass saw that she had sprouted two long thick cocks with which to double-penetrate the big burly heroine.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Tekminx said as she closed the door on the scene.

Valkyrelle’s submissive streak, over and above the submissiveness the enthralled heroines showed their Mistress, was another of the repressed traits that had surfaced after the concubine conversion. As for MimicMaid, jokes and memes about shapeshifter sexual flexibility were so common that some of them had probably seeped into her new preferences by cultural osmosis.

Tekminx couldn’t help chuckling as she heard the sounds of passion resume. Valkyrelle and MimicMaid had remarkable stamina even by superheroine standards, so it wasn’t surprising that they were still at it and probably would be for some time.

Back in the playroom, Aquinia and Amperine were now sitting naked on a couch watching Tongue Waggers. Neither was really paying attention to the program. Amperine gently zapped Aquinia’s pussy while the hydrokinetic returned the favor with little jets of water from her fingertips.

Gravilass sat down on the other side of Aquinia and began fondling her tits. The hydrokinetic obligingly put her other hand between Gravilass’s thighs and began pleasuring her as well.

After enjoying the show for a little while, Tekminx moved on. She opened a door and strode into the room where it had all begun.

She’d acquired additional recreational equipment, but the big sextuple bondage queue was still the centerpiece of her collection. She was saving it for an anniversary reenactment of the heroines’ initiation, if she had the willpower to wait that long. For now, however, she needed only one of its six stations.

She’d left her wrist commlink back in the bedroom along with her outfit, but the room had a wall intercom. “Kestrylenne, join me in the bondage playroom.”

As she waited for her playmate’s arrival, she reached into a drawer, took out a double dildo strap-on, lubricated it, inserted one end into herself, and fastened the waist and thigh belts. Just as she finished, Kestrylenne strode in and wordlessly took her place upon the rearmost pedestal.

Tekminx bound Kestrylenne’s wrists and ankles. She then took a vibrator plug from the drawer, lubricated it, and inserted it into her slavegirl’s pussy.

She pressed a few buttons on a wall-mounted panel. A seventh short pedestal rose from the floor a few feet behind the heroine. Tekminx stepped up onto it, positioning herself at just the right height, and waited for the timer countdown. It was only two minutes, much of which she’d already used for the final preparations, but it seemed interminable.

Finally, she felt herself beginning to slide forward as her dildo began to vibrate. Kestrylenne’s gasp confirmed that her vibrator had activated as well.

“Pussy, double dildo, asshole,” she cooed. The heroine joined the chant as it Tekminx softly repeated it.

Apparently this was the kink that had been lurking in the heroine’s subconscious. Or perhaps she sentimentally craved a reprise of the event that had led to her sexually liberating erotic enslavement. In any case, this was favorite way to make love with her Mistress. Tekminx was glad to indulge this preference.

Mistress thrust into her thrall. She was rewarded with sighs and moans. The feedback protocol she’d added to the vibrators made them quiver more intensely as the wand penetrated deeper.

The women’s hips rocked in rhythm, steadily increasing the shaft’s penetration. Once it was all the way inside, Tekminx ground her crotch into Kestrylenne’s ass and grabbed her tits to pull their bodies together even tighter.

They climaxed almost at the same moment. As the afterglow haze faded, Tekminx disengaged herself. She almost stumbled as she stepped down from the little pedestal and found that her weight had returned to normal while her attention was otherwise occupied.

After freeing Kestrylenne from her restraints and dumping the sex toys into a box to be cleaned, she led her thrall back to the playroom.

Tongue Waggers was over, but two of the three heroines were still seated on the couch while Amperine inserted a disc into the video player. A moment later, the opening credits of Slave of the Slime Sluts appeared on the screen.

Tekminx and Kestrylenne managed to find space on the couch. It was a tight squeeze for five women, but nobody seemed to mind.

While watching Vindiatrix’s onscreen character walking into the trap that would lead to her capture and sexual subjugation, Tekminx recalled the sensational start of the superheroine’s pornographic career. It had been quite obvious to her that Baroness Blackleather had captured and somehow brainwashed the real Vindiatrix and her sidekick Shield Lass. Impressively, the Baroness had managed to maintain her innocence and make it stick so firmly that the brainwashing accusations had been relegated to the level of crackpot conspiracy theory.

Well, she’d been called a “crackpot” before when boasting about some device she was working on, and yet every single one of her “crackpot” ideas had panned out. In particular, she had six shapely subjects to prove that her “crackpot” sexual conditioning technique worked perfectly, leaving no obvious signs of mind control and lasting indefinitely with occasional reinforcement.

The Baroness must have discovered something similar.

Tekminx made a mental note to get in touch with her and compare notes...

FINIS