This was the mission. This was the day Spark was finally going to put an end to this.
It had been months since Hailstorm started causing problems, and she never seemed to learn her lesson. Spark would catch her in the act and be fully able to end it. Spark was able to teleport and create electricity. Both of those things made it quite easy to break out of Hailstorm's clutches, paralyze her, and save the day.
But Hailstorm never learned her lesson. She always kept coming back, ready to cause chaos. Soon, her plans began focusing on getting rid of Spark. Usually, they didn't work - Spark always had a way out, even with no sidekick. With Hailstorm's powers being barriers and other methods of bondage, and Spark being able to teleport seamlessly out of them, Hailstorm kept trying to experiment on methods to keep Spark still.
Spark had to wonder what her plans would be after capturing Spark. She couldn't figure it out. It didn't matter.
Spark would never get captured.
But even superheroes grow frustrated of their jobs. Every day was the same old thing - Hailstorm trying to capture an innocent citizen, getting Spark to come rescue them, and then trying to capture Spark and bond her permanently. And it always ended with the citizen getting saved, Hailstorm electrocuted and dashing away, and Spark fine as a diamond.
The cops usually didn't care about villains - at least, not the incompetent ones. Spark knew she could have been focusing on larger issues. But how could she when Hailstorm was always in the way?
So, today was the day. The day Spark would get Hailstorm locked up for good. In a power-suppressing chamber, of course.
Hailstorm's "evil lair" didn't look like an evil lair at all; it just looked like a regular science lab. Going through the vents, Spark looked down in the main experimentation room. Sure enough, Hailstorm was there, perfecting yet anothe one of her barrier machines.
Spark kicked down the vent, and jumped down. Of course, immediately garnering Hailstorm's attention in the process.
"Hailstorm," Spark said confidently, "this is the day your plans come to an end for real."
Hailstorm smirked, taking her hands off the machine. "Really?" she laughed. "What are you going to do? Electrocute me again? Get me - oh no - thrown in jail where I can get out easily?"
Spark shrugged. "Something like that." She held up her hands, sparks flying at the ready. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way."
"I think you know my answer to that." Hailstorm began advancing backwards. Her hands glowed a blueish-green, a familiar color to Spark at that point.
Spark began chasing after Hailstorm, making her moves around the lab. She used the tables and chairs as platforms, teleporting only when she needed to. Hailstorm kept evading her cleverly. That was the thing that dinged Spark's pride - she wasn't that predictable, was she?
Eventually, Spark stood at one end of the new barrier device. Well, new wasn't quite right. Spark had seen things like it before. *"But this one is different!"* she mocked Hailstorm in her head.
"Come and get me," Hailstorm said.
"Gladly," Spark said. She flew through the barrier, knowing that Hailstorm was about to try to capture her.
Sure enough, a force field came around Spark. Spark rolled her eyes. "You know I can teleport out of this, right?"
"Usually," Hailstorm chuckled. "I've figured out something I think will keep you... occupied."
Spark scoffed. "Yeah yeah, bound me in rope, smack me around a bit, blah blah blah. Just give me like, 30 seconds and you'll be still as a rock, with me dragging you to prison where you belong."
Hailstorm smirked. Something about that set Spark off. "Great. 30 seconds is all I need."
Spark bit her lip and began struggling out of the force field. She made little movements for the air to get in between the field and her body. By this point, Spark knew how these things worked. Hailstorm was so predictable, that it was almost illegal. Spark briefly thought she should add "being completely boring" to the list of charges against Hailstorm.
She could think of doing that later. Hailstorm had already made her way behind Spark. She was left out of Spark's field of vision, though it wasn't really a problem to her. With a couple large movements, Spark would be up and flying again.
One...
Two...
Before Spark could count to three, and weasel her way out, she felt hands against her. Against her armpits. Before Spark had a moment to process her confusion, she felt fingers.
Tickling her.
Spark gasped for air, and began convulsing in the force field uncontrollably. She gasped repeatedly as she tried to make her dash away from Hailstorm. There was some mixture of infuriation, bewilderment, and intrigue filling her whole body.
Weakly, Spark spoke - between heavy breaths - "make it stop, stop it now!"
Even more confusingly, Hailstorm complied. Spark was completely bound in the force field again, basically needing to start from square one. That wasn't on her mind, though. What was, instead, was Hailstorm's new, shocking - and oddly impressive - way of restraining Spark.
"W-what the hell?" Spark shouted. "What in the world are you doing?"
"Tickling you," Hailstorm responded matter-of-factly. "What else could it possibly look like?"
Spark shook her head - luckily being able to do that, at least. "T-that's messed up! We're not at a playground!"
Hailstorm grinned behind Spark. She could feel it on her static-y skin. Her hands started running up Spark's sides again, reaching that area once more. As if the situation wasn't degrading enough, Spark felt herself screaming 'no' over and over in her head. "And yet," Hailstorm started. "You're stuck here. Unable to move. You're gasping for air - obviously, you can't use your handy little powers like this." Hailstorm laughed. Her evil laugh felt more natural, now that - much to Spark's chagrin - she found something that might actually work.
Her hands lifted off Spark's skin, though her fingers kept lightly trailing up. Already, Spark felt herself holding her breath, struggling to break away. "To think your weakness was something as silly as tickling. Life is full of..." Her fingers were dangerously close once more, "little surprises, wouldn't you say?"
"S-stop this," Spark hissed between her teeth.
"What are you gonna do?" Hailstorm gently rubbed her fingers against that area again, making Spark twitch violently. "Call the police? Shock me to death? You can't do anything like this. But I..."
Hailstorm started tickling again. Somehow, this felt worse than the first time. Spark had just regained her energy - most of it - and suddenly, it all sank down the drain away. "I can do whatever I want with you. Isn't that right?"
Spark shivered and twitched around. She was instinctively trying to break loose, even just a smidge. But with her body bound like it was, Hailstorm had easy access to her body. Every part of it. "S-stop," Spark whimpered.
"Aww, are you scared?" Hailstorm cooed pityingly. "Tell me, Spark. On a scale of one to ten, how much do you hate this?"
Spark tried to respond - even just simply - but she couldn't form words. Hell, she couldn't even think of a coherent sentence. All she could think of was breaking out, getting the hell away, and leaving capturing Hailstorm for another week. "I thought so."
Hailstorm lifted her hands off once more. But instead of leaving Spark's body be for a minute, her hands went down to Spark's stomach. Hailstorm clutched onto her uniform, and began ripping it apart. That made Spark panic even more. "F-fuck off!" Spark shouted, using all of her energy for that. "G-get away from me!"
"Hmmm," Hailstorm fake-considered. "No." The villain ripped Spark's uniform to shreds. Now, Hailstorm had access to her stomach as well, no barriers in her way. She clutched her cold, icy hands onto Spark's stomach.
Spark knew what was about to happen. She wasn't thrilled about it.
As if on cue, Hailstorm started tickling again, all over Spark's stomach. Spark felt sick. Her body tried its hardest to double over, but she couldn't do that. She couldn't feel her body. Spark couldn't focus on anything else; and like this, her powers drained even further than they already had. Hailstorm wasn't letting her recharge. She wouldn't, of course. Not when she finally found Spark's weakness - as humiliating as it was.
"What's this about 30 seconds?" Hailstorm mocked. "What has it been, two minutes? Yeah, just about. And to think," Hailstorm leaned in, whispering into Spark's ear, "we've got hours and hours left of our day together."
"N-no," Spark weakly resisted. "Please, stop." That was all she could say before going back to panting and breathing uncontrollably. She hated the way it made her smile. Spark hated how out-of-control she felt - let along, the way her body and its movements were now controlled by her enemy.
        She couldn't access her powers. Spark was trying her hardest. Every time a bit of static curled around her hands, Hailstorm would grow more sadistic with her tickling, and it'd be nullified instantly. The superhero was powerless, and against something so simple and silly. It was degrading. She felt shame and humiliation throughout her whole body.
Spark kept trying to speak - mostly asking Hailstorm to stop - but the villain didn't. Spark couldn’t tell which was more degrading - the fact tickling was what broke her, or her shrieking laughter. She kept tickling Spark's stomach quickly with one hand, and used her other hand to cup Spark's breast. Spark struggled as much as she could. Everything was futile - Hailstorm controlled her whole body.
"It's so degrading, isn't it?" Hailstorm chuckled. "Look at you. You're laughing and giggling and smiling even as you struggle. Spark, just admit it - you like this. You like your body under someone's control - under my control."
Spark shook her head. That only made Hailstorm laugh more. "Oh, don't bother speaking. It's okay, I know what you really want." Hailstorm groped and squeezed Spark's tits.
Exhaustion slowly took over Spark's body. She wanted to struggle, to keep fighting back, to scream, but this form of torture would drain anyone - powers or no. Her body was weak, and its only motions were to follow Hailstorm's tickling. She could feel her brain melting.
Hailstorm cupped Spark's chin, holding it high and in place. "This whole facade, of you wanting to defeat me so you can put me in a cell, you never cared for any of that. You loved the fight. You loved our little tiffs, the struggle. But you were getting bored, weren't you?"
Spark couldn't respond. Her body continued to convulse. Finally, Hailstorm stopped tickling. She opted for violating the rest of Spark's body. Somehow, horrifically, that was more appealing to Spark's tired body.
"It's okay, Spark, dearie. You can finally rest."
Hailstorm's smile grew especially twisted.
"Your Mistress is here. Your lover is here."
        That statement alone made Spark's eyes furrow with disgust. Her Mistress? Her lover? Hailstorm couldn't have been serious. Hearing that sentence hit a nerve in Spark's brain. "F-fuck you," she murmured out. Being able to say that... it gave Spark a bit of hope. Maybe her strength - her defiance - wasn't completely gone.
Spark's train of thought ended nearly immediately. Hailstorm walked about Spark, and put her arms around her. Spark flinched, her skin still feeling fiery. Hailstorm wasn't tickling her anymore, but even the possessive skin-on-skin contact made Spark wince and struggle. "Don't worry, dear," Hailstorm laughed as she ran her hands up Spark's body. "You won't feel anger or pain soon. You'll just be mine. All... mine." Hailstorm's hands reached Spark's neck, and circled around its circumference.
Spark groaned and grunted, trying fruitlessly to get away. She exhaled, trying to tune out Hailstorm's monologue. Spark closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. She tried to tell herself... everything was fine. This wasn't happening. Her mind focused on electricity. If she could truly calm down, she could get out. And Spark felt close. She noticed hits of static electricity up and down her arms. A smile crossed her face. She could get out. She could.
Spark inhaled.
And tried to teleport.
Immediately, she was stopped by her neck. But she wasn't being grabbed by Hailstorm's hands. Instead, a collar wrapped around Spark's neck. Spark felt the faux leather constricting her throat. Her mind worked at a million miles a minute. Spark shook her head, gasping and panting. She felt defeated - Spark was so close to breaking free, to never having to see Hailstorm again.
She heard a click behind her. The collar locked shut. Somehow, Spark knew she was never going to get it off. She sure couldn't feel a locking mechanism on it.
"Do you know what this is, Spark?" Hailstorm asked. She kept her fingers around it, idly fingering the studs.
"A collar," Spark answered weakly.
"Good girl." Spark felt herself convulse for just a second. Why did those two words feel so... funny to her? "But it's not just any collar. It's a collar to show that, well, I own you now."
"No," Spark sobbed.
"Yes!" Hailstorm responded with a cackle. "And this collar is a bit special, too. You want to know how?"
Spark shook her head. Hailstorm didn't particularly care - it was obviously a rhetorical question. Spark heard a button click as Hailstorm pressed in a stub.
And suddenly, Spark's world began to change. Her body began to change. She gasped as she noticed the changes. Her heart rate sped up, her body felt hot, her mind was filled with fog, and most embarrassingly, she felt a wetness in her cunt. Her legs bucked together - or at least, they tried. All Spark could think about was getting used, fucked, destroyed. Somehow, she managed to get a question out. "W-what did you do?" Spark's voice came out more like an indecent moan.
Hailstorm giggled. Her laughing obviously showed she was mocking Spark, but somehow, it made those horny thoughts even stronger. "I just altered your body a bit," she explained. "Aphrodisiacs. Sensitizing substances. Y'know, things that'll turn your pesky brain off and make you *entirely* focused on serving me."
Spark couldn't resist. The chemicals slowly took over her body. As much as she wanted to think straight, she couldn't. Her jaw dropped, her eyes dilated. She was so turned on she didn't think anything - anything but being fucked relentlessly - would calm her down.
"Y'know, I'm curious," Hailstorm murmured. "If, maybe, making your body convulse with tickling would turn you on too. Doesn't that sound nice?"
Hailstorm's hands reached Spark's stomach.
"Let's try it."
And she started tickling. Spark's cute little murmurs turned into loud moans as her body shook with the motions. The fact she was instinctively trying to get away, and *couldn't*, and the way Hailstorm took advantage of that... it was hot. As much as she despised admitting it, Spark *wanted* to be taken advantage of. For some reason, tickling was the perfect way. Objectively, she couldn't fathom it or process the situation. But in her arousal, every quick yet tiny motion felt like it could make Spark explode. And all the same, she cackled, her body twitched uncontrollably. Spark’s body wanted to convulse more, to escape, but she was trapped. All she could do was shake her head, and laugh.
"Awww, that's so humiliating," Hailstorm commented. "You know, most people don't get brought to near-orgasm by tickling. But you? You love this, Spark. Why don't you thank me for making it even sweeter?"
Spark didn't respond immediately. At least not verbally. Hailstorm grabbed her chin and held it in place. This time, she growled. "Thank your Mistress, plaything."
"Thank you," Spark spoke between her humiliating chuckles.
"Thank you, what?"
"Thank you, Mistress!" Spark shouted. Her vocal chords worked for her. Spark had no control over any part of her body anymore. Her body, or the way she cackled as if this was fun, somehow. Spark, and her control over herself, belonged entirely to Hailstorm.
        Hailstorm cackled. Her laughter felt like nails dragged across Spark’s skin. “God, I wish you could feel how I’m feeling,” Hailstorm continued speaking as she violated Spark’s body. “Triumphant. I finally defeated you, Spark, in the most degrading way possible. You have nowhere to go. Soon enough, those chemicals are going to make you nothing but a horny, blissed-out mess.”
        “No,” Spark whimpered. She knew it was futile to resist. And yet, she still hoped something in her voice would hit a nerve in Hailstorm. Obviously, she was wrong.
        “Why not? Think about it, Spark,” Hailstorm spoke as she continued tickling, tickling, tickling, “you will never have to work another day in your life. That is, for no one other than me. And I’m going to make you feel really good in return! You’ll be smiling and giggling all day. Either because you’ll be so horny your brain cells die, or because I’ll be tickling you relentlessly, or because…” Hailstorm leaned in. “You’ll be laughing in victory, right next to my side, as you do whatever is told of you. You’re so powerful, Spark, we’ll fall all your allies and friends. Maybe if they’re cute enough, they’ll get a spot next to you, for my entertainment.”
        Hailstorm’s fingers worked expertly. Spark, distantly, had to wonder if Hailstorm practiced tickling techniques. It didn’t matter. The humiliation began to drain from Spark.  Actually, everything did. Her body slowly fell limp, only being held in mid air by the forcefield. She couldn’t form a coherent thought to save her life, other than how much she wanted this to end. And even that thought slowly faded away. Her willpower was nothing. It was entirely replaced with arousal, need.
Hailstorm pushed the bottom of Spark’s uniform out of the way, exposing her dripping pussy. The cold air hit her folds. Spark tried to close her legs. Of course, Hailstorm wasn’t too keen to let her do that. Her fingers began to rub up and down Spark’s folds, as her other hand tickled for… well, Spark didn’t know how much time had passed. Hailstorm’s fingers slid in, slowly, agonizingly. Spark’s body shivered. Instinctively, she resisted. Obviously, nothing she did had much value. Her body was exhausted from laughing and convulsing. Hailstorm’s fingering soon seemed tame in retrospect to the way she mercilessly finger-fucked Spark. Spark’s cunt twitched with her involuntary movements. She laughed uncontrollably – and that made her only contract more. 
Slowly, her thoughts began to shift from “make it end” to “never, ever stop”. Her mind resisted, but her body knew what it wanted. It wanted to be Hailstorm’s slut. Her plaything. Her toy to do whatever she wanted with. Spark couldn’t fight back even if her body willed it. Hailstorm’s snake-like fingers killed any thoughts of escape. Any thoughts in general, really.
        “You know, this didn’t have to be a sex thing,” Hailstorm explained. “I’m just doing what you wanted, Spark. You wanted to be my stupid tickle-slut. It was supposed to be torture, something to completely drain your energy. But now you’re getting off to it like some shameless slut. I mean, you? You’re completely soaked. Your hips are thrusting back. I don’t even have to insult you, Spark. You’re doing all the insulting for me.”
She was right. Spark's struggling slowly came to a halt. Whatever Hailstorm was doing - or wanted to do - Spark allowed it. Her body was exhausted. Her hips bucked back and forth in need. Her laughing continued as Hailstorm tickled.
She didn't even care to fight back. Spark didn't want to. It wasn't just that - Spark soon realized how much she wanted this to go on forever.
"You're getting so nice and wet," Hailstorm cooed as she pushed Spark's panties out of the way. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I got a taste of how wet you are." Hailstorm grinded her hips against Spark's pussy. Spark could feel something soft, made of silicone, too perfect to be real. A strap on. Her pussytwitched around it. Spark's mind instantly filled with images of getting ravaged by Hailstorm.
Hailstorm's other hand reached up to Spark's face. Her fingers stroked Spark's cheek. They slithered their way into Spark's mouth. At first, Hailstorm only hooked the corner of her cheek. But she went in deeper. Before Spark could process it, Hailstorm's fingers were deep in her mouth. Her moaning silenced, Hailstorm took the opportunity to begin face-fucking Spark with her fingers. Spark's gag reflex kicked in, and Hailstorm didn't care. That was fine. Spark instinctively began sucking on her fingers, bopping her head back and forth.
"You know, you can stop this at any point," Hailstorm teased. "All you have to do is ask me to stop, with a 'pretty please' at the end. Can't you do that, Spark? What was that about you not wanting this?"
Even if Spark wanted to resist, her mind was preoccupied. Her mouth was stuffed with Hailstorm's fingers; speaking wasn't an option. Her body spoke for her. Her cunt was as drenched as a long shower. She grinded against Hailstorm's strap on. Every inch of Spark showed how much she wanted this. Her uncontrollable laughter didn’t help in the slightest.
Spark's mind had truly broken.
"I thought so," Hailstorm smirked. She took her hand out of Spark's mouth, and reached back down to her stomach. She tickled. Lightly. Just enough to keep Spark from regaining her energy. Her other hand so close to her pussy... the aphrodisiacs made Spark go wild. She whimpered and panted. All she wanted was so get fucked and tickled like a dumb slut. How could she have wanted anything else?
"What do you want, Spark?"
"P-please," Spark whimpered.
"Please, what?" Hailstorm poked the collar again. Spark felt another rush of chemicals seep into her body. Whatever Spark wanted to say had completely twisted as the next round of aphrodisiacs and mind-melting drugs reached her neurons. "Please let you go? Please stop? Please release you?" Hailstorm poked it again. Another round of drugs. Spark nearly clutched onto her brain once more, but Hailstorm pressed it once more. She pressed repeatedly, each time a new round of drugs penetrated Spark's skin.
Spark knew, deep in her mind, a part of her wanted that. But she couldn't reach those thoughts. "Please fuck me," Spark whispered.
"Hmm?"
"Please fuck me!" Spark begged in a shout.
Hailstorm leaned in, and whispered. "Good girl."
Then she pressed the collar, and held down. Spark's body was filled with drugs from head to toe. Her nervous smile turned into a dopey grin. Her fear and anxiety had shifted to excitement and desire. Her cute whimpers no longer held back, she began gasping and huffing like a bitch in heat.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Spark pleaded. She didn't realize what she was saying, but she kept repeating that phrase.
"With pleasure." Hailstorm shifted her body. Spark felt the tip of her silicone dildo pressing against her folds. She pushed in further and further. Every millimeter made Spark's arousal build tenfold.
Hailstorm held onto Spark's sides as she pushed in, lightly tapping against her exhausted hips. "Oh, Spark," she cooed. "You're going to make a wonderful partner."
Hailstorm slammed her hips into Spark, shoving the strap on all the way in her cunt. She wasn't even in there for a second and Spark was already at the brink of orgasm.
"In crime," Hailstorm said as she began thrusting, "and in love."
Spark nodded. Her hips and body went along with Hailstorm's motions, letting her fuck and violate her body. Spark's brain was long gone. She was Hailstorm's partner. Not only that - she was Hailstorm's fleshlight, her tickle slut, her toy to do whatever she wanted with. Hailstorm fucked Spark at a merciless pace, huffing against Spark's skin. Her breath was cold. That tickled Spark's neck. Spark's body couldn't handle more, and yet, Hailstorm continued to make use of it.
"You want to obey me, Spark?"
"Yes, yes, yes..."
"Forever," Hailstorm spoke slowly, "and ever?"
"Mhmm," Spark whimpered and thrusted harder against Hailstorm's strap.
Hailstorm grinned wickedly. Spark could feel it on her skin. "Then pledge your obedience for me," she spoke, "with your orgasm."
The second Spark climaxed, her whole world went white. Hailstorm tickled and fucked her as she orgasmed, her pussy contracting against Hailstorm's strap-on. Spark kept uttering the word "yes", trying to prove how much she wanted this. She didn't even remember why she had come there in the first place.
The longer her orgasm went on, the less that mattered.
She was Hailstorm's devoted servant and fucktoy now.

~~

"Dear, would you come here?" Hailstorm sat in her throne, and spoke to Spark without turning her way.
"Yes, Mistress!" Spark responded obediently. Her outfit had completely swapped out. Instead of her yellow and white bodysuit, she wore nothing but a black bra and panties. If anything, her 'clothes' made her look even more naked.
Of course, she had to dress that way. Mistress' orders, after all. Hailstorm wanted easy access to Spark whenever she wanted her.
Spark obediently came to Hailstorm's front, and kneeled. "What may I do for you, Mistress?"
"Oh, I'm not sure, plaything," Hailstorm cooed. "I think I'm in need of some love... why don't you tell your Mistress how much you love her?"
Spark nodded eagerly. "Of course, Mistress! I love you so, so much. You saved me from the person I was. I devote my life to you forever."
"We make quite a couple, don't we?" Hailstorm smirked.
"Yes," Spark giggled. "We belong with each other."
Hailstorm began taking off her belt. She pulled her pants down, and lifted her strap vertically. "Then why don't you show your love for your Mistress, too?"
Spark nodded, and rose to her knees. "Yes, Mistress." Spark moved her way, spread her legs, and slowly lowered herself onto Hailstorm's strap. She moaned as the thick tendril slid into her already-wet pussy. Of course, with the size, it always hurt a bit to get in. But Spark obeyed her Mistress. She bit her lip and pushed down, letting out a large gasp.
As Hailstorm began to buck her hips into Spark, Spark weakly spoke. "M-Mistress?"
"Yes, dear?" Hailstorm asked, holding Spark onto her lap.
"May... may I make a request?"
Hailstorm's eyes narrowed. "What is the request?"
Spark flushed. Her eyes fluttered. "Would you... would you please tickle me again?"
Hailstorm's discontented frown turned into a wide smirk. Her fingers began to move, taking control of Spark again.
"Oh, plaything," Hailstorm laughed. "You don't even have to ask."