A costumed figure leapt over the rooftops of Galaxy City. The woman was dressed in a tight fitting costume of orange leather, though she’d swapped out her trademark red skirt for a matching pair of leather pants. Didn’t want to risk the skirt getting caught and flashing her panties at a city street. Again. She’d also left her red cape at home, the one that had gotten wrapped around a lamp pole and knocked her on her ass. 
    In an elegant display the superhero landed atop the national museum and brushed out her short brunette hair, taking a moment to make sure her red mask was firmly in place to cover her eyes. She couldn’t afford letting it slip off like it did last time. Boot heels clicking the young woman walked over to the skylight and peered inside, noticing a security guard lazily making his rounds and texting on his phone.
    Torch Gal let out a sigh, wondering why people couldn’t be more responsible. They’d received reports that the devious Yin Yang sisters would be attempting to steal the Rorschach Diamond, and if the other guards inside took their jobs as seriously as this slacker than it may all come down to her being able to stop the cat burglar siblings. Torch Gal gulped, hand sliding to her hip for her cell phone as she thought of calling for reinforcements, but stopped herself at the last second.
    No, she couldn’t just admit defeat. She was finally becoming a popular superhero in Galaxy City, and that meant she couldn’t let this stupid problem of hers win.
    Torch Gal was starting to feel confident when her boot caught the edge of the skylight and sent her stumbling ahead, arms wheeling around desperately to catch her balance. Tipping over wildly she grunted and managed to right herself, heart pounding. Just a week ago she’d been a master gymnast, capable of scaling buildings without a sweat. Now she nearly tripped walking in a straight line!
    The superheroine slapped the side of her face to focus. This was what that damn supervillain wanted, to try and psyche her out. She still had all of her skills in martial arts, her honed strength and speed of an Olympic athlete. Not to mention the special tools and gadgets she’d inherited from her mentor, the Torchbearer. Torch Gal had everything she needed to be one of the most successful superheroes in the country.
    And last week Professor Doombringer had managed to defeat her in the most humiliating way possible.
    Torch Gal cursed under her breath, remembering that day. It had just been a careless mistake of not grabbing her miniature breathing apparatus in time when he’d unleashed his knockout gas. She remembered fumbling with the gadget as the sweet taste of the pink gas filled her mouth. Next thing she knew Torch Gal found herself strapped to an examining table, the villainous doctor standing over her in his trademark robotic skull mask. But the most shocking part was the collection of television screens behind him, each one flashing with a different hypnotic pattern. Torch Gal had been trained to resist brainwashing, every fifth supervillain tried to use some cheap hypnotic trick to make a superhero slave, but with the knockout gas still inhibiting her thoughts there was nothing she could do to snap out of it.
    When Torch Gal finally came to she was still on the examining table, the professor laughing madly at her.
    “What did you do to me?” she’d demanded, struggling against the restraints.
    “Not much, Torch Gal,” his mechanical voice said with the grinding of gears, distorted by the skull mask. “I just gave you a little gift, that’s all. Now, time for the fun to begin.”
    Torch Gal was ready for him to try and brainwash her into fighting her friends. The hero was ready for more sadistic torture. She was ready for Professor Doombringer to try and ransom her off to the city. 
    Instead, to her complete disbelief, Professor Doombringer released the restraints and told her she was free to go. Utterly humiliated Torch Gal had fled and made sure not to tell anyone of her capture. She’d spent three days back at her apartment, going over her thoughts but couldn’t find anything different about herself. It wasn’t until she’d gone on her first mission after some drug dealers that she’d figured out what the villain had done to her.
    The memory was burned into her mind with terrible clarity. Torch Gal running into the air craft hanger, red cape billowing valiantly behind her as she charged in. The drug smugglers turning in shock, realizing they were destined for jail if the great Torch Gal had discovered them. Her arm poised with a flame-styled throwing star in hand, ready to take out the female leader.
    When suddenly her cape caught under her boot and sent her tumbling off balance. Torch Gal had thrown out her hands to flip into the fall as she’d been taught, only instead of her usual graceful strength her gloved hands slipped and Torch Gal had fallen flat on her face. Even worse the momentum made her flip over and she landed hard on her back, her legs splaying out and her skirt bunched up at her waist. She lifted her head to find herself flashing her panties at the drug smugglers.
    For a moment they’d all stood in shock at this exposed superhero, before they all burst into laughter. She was blushing furiously but was back on her feet in seconds, tugging the skirt back into place. She’d always worn blue spats to go with her outfit in case a flip or jump went a little too high, but all she had on underneath were a pair of white cotton panties. When had she forgotten to put her spats on?
    Torch Gal fought down her embarrassment and hurled her flame throwing star with all of her strength, arcing it in the air to knock the machine gun from the leader’s hands. Instead the throwing star wobbled and went completely off course, thudding harmlessly into the side of a plane at least ten feet from the nearest goon.
    The criminals only laughed harder, the leader doubling over and smacking her knees. When she finally straightened up she shouted “This isn’t Torch Gal, boys. It’s just some crappy impostor.”
    Torch Gal cursed and balled her fists, body burning up with anger. How dare these assholes think she was some rookie impostor? But it wasn’t just the condescending criminals; Torch Gal was furious with herself. She’d busted hundreds of small time crooks like this without a flaw, even when she’d just started out as Torchbearer’s sidekick. What the hell was wrong with her today?
    Torch Gal shook with anger, heart racing as she took a deep breath and… moaned?
    She clapped a hand over her mouth, glad she was far enough away that no one hard. Torch Gal glanced down at her body and realized with horror that she was hornier than she’d ever been in her life. Her nipples were painfully stiff, rubbing against the tight leather of the costume and sending out teasing rumblings of pleasure through her body. Torch Gal took a step back and was surprised to find her panties soaked, dripping juices as she squeezed her thighs tight.
    This was without a doubt the most humiliating moment of her life, and it made her drench her panties?
    Torch Gal’s mind was reeling, trying to come to grips with what was happening. She had to stop the criminals, but every step only reminded her of that uncomfortable dampness between her legs. Worse, if she fell over again she could end up flashing the drug smugglers her panties, only now the white cotton would be so visibly wet there’d be no hiding how horny she was. Torch Gal paled at the thought, and that only turned her body on even more. She bit her lip to suppress another moan and raced out of the hanger, cursing as pleasure teased at her with every step, the criminals mocking laughter chasing her out of the hangar.
    That’s when she’d realized what the sadistic Professor Doombringer had done to her. The monster had given the once proud superheroine a fetish for being utterly humiliated and defeated.
    Suddenly an alarm began to blare and Torch Gal was knocked out of those shameful memories. She jogged to the skylight, carefully, so she didn’t trip again, to see two lithe figures racing through the museum. Dressed in white and black outfits the two Chinese woman easily knocked the overweight guard out, before making their way to the secured glass case that housed the priceless Rorschach diamond.
    Torch Gal felt a stab of fear as Yin and Yang began cutting into the glass case. There was no one else around. She’d have to take the thieves on by herself. The brunette girl shook her head as thoughts of defeat and humiliation filtered in, along with the unmistakable fluttering in her stomach that she felt whenever she’d started to get aroused.
    “No, I’m not losing this time,” she said to boost her confidence, though her voice wavered as she spoke. Torch Gal took a deep breath as she fixed her rope line to the railing, cinching it to the grappling device on her belt. She did a quick check to make sure she was prepared for this, with nothing on her costume to betray her. The cape was outdated anyway, though she did miss having to give up her pleated red skirt, but it was too much of a liability. The orange pants were a little bulkier but it was worth eliminating the risk of flashing someone. Even then she’d triple checked to make sure she still wore blue spats underneath, just in case. She’d been to the gym everyday, flawlessly going through her routines without a single misstep. All those times before were just that stupid Professor Doombringer getting into her head.
    Torch Gal leapt on top of the railing with a confident grin. This time nothing would stop her from taking down the pair of female crooks. Plus diving in from above would give her the element of surprise. Ready for her triumphant entrance Torch Gal threw a throwing star at the skylight, only for the flame-shaped metal disk to bounce harmlessly off the glass as it hit sideways. It skittered off to the side as Torch Gal’s heart sunk into her stomach. She couldn’t even defeat glass.
    Shaking slightly and praying that wasn’t an omen of things to come, Torch Gal threw another throwing star a little harder, this time managing to shatter the skylight. With a moment of hesitation she dove in after it, the device on her belt slowing her decent and holding her upright as she flew down into the museum.
    The shards of glass fell down right above the diamond, forcing the Yin Yang sisters to leap back away from it’s display case before they could break in. The pair of villains glanced up and saw Torch Gal diving down at them, wearing a confident smirk. Half the time the criminals ran as soon as the hero showed up, and part of her hoped they’d take off running. But another part of Torch Gal wanted the criminals to put up a fight. She had a lot of aggression to work through tonight.
    “Get away from the diamond!” Torch Gal shouted righteously. “I’m going to teach you girls not to mess with-”
    Suddenly the device on her belt controlling her decent jammed on the rope, jerking her forward when she was only halfway down. Torch Gal flipped over upside down, instantly grateful that she’d swapped out the skirt. She reached for her belt to free the pinched rope, but her fumbling fingers accidentally released it completely and Torch Gal suddenly found herself falling headfirst towards the ground. With her quick reflexes she hooked her legs around the rope, raising her hands and catching the robe below her head. Gripping tight she managed to slow her fall and save herself.
    Heart racing from the shock Torch Gal let herself slide down the rope upside down until she was nearly to the bottom. There was still a chance she could play it off as a stylish entrance and not a near death experience. When she was close enough Torch Gal released the rope and went to flip to her feet, only to discover her ankles had gotten tangled in the rope. In her panic she found herself spinning around in circles, and when she reached for the rope somehow she managed to loop it around her wrists and ended up pulling it into a tied knot.
    Torch Gal writhed uselessly as she found herself dangling ten feet off the ground in an accidental hogtie. Staring down at her with expressions of disbelief where the two Chinese criminals, the masked women exchanging a quick glance with each other before bursting into laughter.
    “Wow, that’s got to be the worst entrance I’ve ever seen,” Yin cackled. Wearing a matching white and block outfit her sister Yang answered in Mandarin so Torch Gal couldn’t understand, but the mocking sneer was all too clear.
    Hanging upside down the hero tried to keep a straight face. “The police are already on their way so I suggest you two forget about trying to steal the diamond.”
    “Like we’re going to take advice from the human yo-yo,” Yin said mockingly. She reached up and swatted Torch Gal on the shoulder, sending her spinning around like a top. Still completely restrained she was forced to bear through the dizzying spin. By the time she slowed down Torch Gal saw that Yang was back to cutting through the glass case of the diamond. 
    The superhero flexed her muscles and felt the rope give just a little. It was awkward hanging upside down but she knew she’d be an embarrassment if she let the pair of thieves get away. So Torch Gal kicked out hard and felt the snagged rope slip free, dropping her. Instantly she prepared to flip around to her feet where she could untie her hands easily. Instead as soon as she swung her legs she felt the leather pants of her outfit catching onto the rope and yanking hard. Her belt popped free and Torch Gal gasped as she literally fell out of her pants, exposing the blue spanks she’d put on over her panties. Her boots caught inside of her pants and Torch Gal was left dangling like before, only now that she’d fallen three feet her tied hands were firmly behind her back in a proper hogtie, pants around her ankles.
    Torch Gal felt her face burning red as Yin and Yang only laughed harder at her. Managing to capture yourself was probably the most humiliating thing a professional superheroine could endure. And like someone lit a fuse Torch Gal gasped as her body burst with erotic ecstasy, writhing in her restraints. She wasn’t even touching herself and somehow the girl felt more fulfilling pleasure than she’d ever had with a partner. Her hips bucked out of her control, her dampening pussy crying out with a need to be touched. 
    She heard Yang talking in Mandarin, that arrogant tone in her voice only setting Torch Gal off worse.
    “You’re right,” Yin snickered. “I did hear about some impostor pretending to be Torch Gal. Guess that must be you.”
    Still upside down Torch Gal saw the Chinese sisters standing over her, casually tossing the Rorschach diamond between them. Yin knelt down beside her and laughed into Torch Gal’s beet red face. 
    “A word of advice. You should quit before you get yourself hurt. Although I do appreciate you going through the trouble of gift wrapping yourself for us.”
    “I’m not-” An impostor, she was about to say but caught herself. Did she really want this being part of her reputation? Torch Gal swallowed her pride and forced herself to lie. “I just wanted to be like Torch Gal.” She shivered in revulsion, hating that she was pretending to be someone else so these criminals wouldn’t judge her. At the same time lying about herself made her mind reel with pleasure, getting off on degrading herself for the two women. She’d say anything if it meant being set free.
    “Well you clearly suck at it,” the thief snapped, slapping her lightly on the face to prove how powerless she was. Torch Gal trembled as the slap sent pure electricity pulsing through her nervous system and down into her cunt. How could she have possibly been brainwashed to enjoy being treated like this?
    Behind them Yang started to speak in Mandarin, shock in her voice. Yin stood up fast and gasped, sending a small ember of hope into Torch Gal’s heart. Was she saying the police were here so they’d let her go?
    Instead Yin held her hand up over her mouth and gave that same mocking laugh. “Oh my god, Yang, you’re right. This little slut is getting off on this.”
    Torch Gal froze in terror, following their gaze and realizing that they were staring at her blue spats. She shifted against the rope and felt how incredibly soaked she was. Torch Gal tried to think of something to say when Yang reach out and slid two fingers against her pussy. Instantly the superhero’s mind melted as she felt the pressure against her pussy lips, digging the material of her panties down against her clit.
    “Nrrrghhhh oooohhhh fuuuuuck.” Torch Gal’s face burned bright red, unable to keep the moan in.
    “Wow, you naughty little slut,” Yin said as she knelt down beside her again. “You’ve soaked right through those shorts of yours. You’re not some wannabe hero, are you?” The grinning supervillain grabbed Torch Gal’s head and lifted her up to stare into her eyes. “You’re really some pervert dressing up like Torch Gal so you can be captured and humiliated.”
    “No! I’m…”
    Her mind locked up, completely at a loss of what to do. They thought she was some pervert playing dress up, but they were wrong.
    “I’m the real…”
    But if they knew she was the real Torch Gal that would only ruin her reputation completely. None of the heroes would respect her if she was left tied up and so horny she soaked her panties through.
    “I’m a per…”
    She bit her lip, refusing to say it. Torch Gal struggled against the rope, her helplessness only making her drip more. What the hell was she supposed to say?
    “I’m sorry,” she said in a quiet, defeated voice. “I- I’m just a pervert,”
    Yin broke into a predatory grin. “What was that, dear?”
    “I’m a filthy pervert,” Torch Gal wailed, her heart racing and her clit throbbing. “I just wanted to get tied up so you could laugh at me, insult me and make me feel completely worthless. I’m so fucking horny being humiliated like this, I couldn’t help myself. I- ahhhh!”
    She broke off as Yang slipped a hand into her panties, running her gloved fingers over her dripping cunt. Torch Gal moaned and tried to buck her hips up to force her fingers inside. Yin suddenly slapped the hero’s face hard, knocking her back. Torch Gal’s eyes filled with fear, cheek burning brightly, and then she let out a ragged moan of pure bliss. 
    The Chinese woman licked her lips. “Luckily for you, we’re the kind of girls who get off on punishing heroes.”
    Yin grabbed hold of Torch Gal by her short hair, lifting her up for a kiss. Torch Gal tried to pull back but it was useless, she was nothing but a toy for them to bat around as they wished. She melted into Yin’s kiss, and groaned happily as Yang’s fingers entered her pussy. 
    Torch Gal wriggled against the rope binding her arms and legs, but escape was still useless. She hung upside down, half-naked as the pair of beautiful cat burglars played with her. Yang slid Torch Gal’s soaked spats and panties up, revealing just how soaked the humiliated hero was. And Yin was making out with her, yet Torch Gal couldn’t bring herself to resist the kiss at all.
    She knew it was the evil programming in her head that was behind all of this. Professor Doombringer had made her some kind of humiliation slut, and that’s why her body had gotten itself tied up in the rope like this. That was why her pussy was begging to be touched and why she was moaning into Yin’s mouth. This wasn’t the real her. She was a great hero.
    But right now she was just a horny pervert who wanted to cum.
    And as Yang’s tongue ran over her drenched pussy lips, Torch Gal was pretty certain she’d get exactly what she craved.
    She whimpered pathetically as Yin broke the kiss, and stretched out her tongue into the air for more. Then Torch Gal remembered who she was and pulled her tongue back in, cheeks painted a humiliated shade of red.
    “So needy,” Yin chuckled, stroking her hair. Torch Gal would have said something to defend her honor but the thief’s sister was still eating her out and anything she said would only turn into a shameful moan.
    “How does she taste, Yang?”
    Yang took a long, final lick of the hero’s cunt before peeling herself away and saying something in Mandarin. Yin grinned down at the upside down girl, clearly liking what she heard.
    “That good? Maybe I should have a taste for myself.” Yin pushed Torch Gal’s legs as far apart as the restraining rope would allow, placing her head so that her lips hovered just above Torch Gal’s drenched pussy. The hero writhed and let out a small groan, but even she couldn’t tell if she was struggling to stop the villainess from eating her out or encouraging her to do it faster. Trembling with excitement Torch Gal watched Yin opened her mouth, stretching out that delicious tongue of hers and-
    Sirens wailed in the distance. “Great, now the cops show up.” Yin regretfully pulled her head back. Torch Gal knew she should have been glad to be rescued, but all she felt was crushing disappointment that Yin couldn’t eat her out.
    She nearly begged Yin to use her quick. Her body was so worked up she could cum in no time, but Torch Gal managed to hold herself back.
    “Sorry, but looks like our playtime is over,” Yin said as she patted Torch Gal’s hip. Amazingly it sounded like she really was upset they couldn’t abuse her more. And it burned away at Torch Gal’s pride that she felt equally upset that they couldn’t play.
    “I suppose I should at least cut you down,” the thief muttered, when Yang suddenly tapped her on the shoulder and spoke excitedly. Torch Gal couldn’t understand a word she said but the way Yin’s face lit up with an evil grin certainly didn’t inspire hope.
    “Ooh, that’s perfect! I’ll get her ready.” Suddenly Yin groped at Torch Gal’s impressive chest, the hero gasping at the indignity. Then again, they had just been eating her out, why should she be upset at being groped? Only the thought of offering herself up to the Chinese sister’s abuse only made the hero more disappointed with how far she’d fallen. She felt a tug on her uniform and realized that Yin had found the zipper to her leather top. In a deft motion the thief opened her uniform, exposing her blue sports bra.
    “What are you- wait! Please no!”
    Torch Gal cried out and wriggled helplessly against the rope as Yin grabbed her bra and pulled it up, exposing her large tits. With her breasts out in the open and her soaked pussy on display, Torch Gal had never felt so exposed in all of her life. She pressed her thighs together and bucked her hips, moaning as she become hornier than she’d ever imagined possible. This was it. She truly was completely defeated and humiliated. And part of her had never been so happy to experience this.
    Yin laughed and wrapped the almost naked Torch Gal in a big hug, licking at her big tits while her sister snapped picture after picture on their phone. Each flash from the camera sent another wave of hot shame and burning lust through her body as she imagined the pictures of her naked body being sent to every supervillain in Galaxy City. Forget that, they could put this shameful display online where anyone could recognize her. The sisters believed she was some perverted girl pretending to be Torch Gal but the people online would never stop and listen to that. They’d think it was really her, that Torch Gal was some sick slut who got off on being abused by supervillains. Except, wasn’t that what she really was now?
    The admission made Torch Gal gasp as an orgasm overwhelmed her body, toes curling as her glistening pussy dripped juices down to her stomach.
    Yin recognized the squeal of suppressing an orgasm and stared at Torch Gal with a look that almost seemed impressed. “Damn, so turned on you came without us even touching you. Now I really do wish we could have played.” Her eyes saw the shining little drip of her juices on Torch Gal’s stomach and eagerly dove in, licking her tongue over her toned muscles and purring at the taste.
    Torch Gal couldn’t suppress the fluttering little moans of delight at the sensitive touch of her tongue. Yin pulled away, licking her lips. “You really are delicious.”
    They heard shouting in Mandarin and looked up to see Yang putting the Rorschach diamond in her satchel, calling her sister to leave before the cops showed up. Yin hesitated, then quickly produced a pen and started writing something down, earning another shout in Mandarin that was probably about wasting time.
    “Just a second!” Yin shouted, and tore off the note. She knelt beside Torch Gal, stuffing the note in a pocket on the hero’s uniform. “That’s the address to The Lair, it’s a secret villain hang out spot. If you want to play with us more we’re there every Wednesday. Just show up in something black and white so we know it’s you. Preferably something skimpy,” Yin said with a wink.
    Torch Gal just stared back at her with disbelief. The criminal had just spent the last few minutes utterly humiliating her, and now she was asking her out? She wanted to feel indignant, and yet Torch Gal couldn’t resist how wonderful she felt. Being bound and at the sister’s mercy had made her cum harder than she’d ever thought possible. 
    Before Torch Gal could come up with something to say, Yin gave her a last passionate kiss then sprinted away. Torch Gal watched the sexy cat burglar go, her dazed mind trying to catch up to everything that happened. She’d been given her most crushing defeat, and yet she’d never felt more fulfilled in her life. She hung there, naked and suspended in the air with a surprised smile on her face. Then red and blue lights flashed from the windows and Torch Gal realized she was naked and suspended in the air.
    “W-wait! You have to let me go!”
    The criminal sisters were nearly out of the exhibit but both laughed. Realizing she was gonna be trapped for the cops to discover Torch Gal bit down on her pride.
    “If the cops arrest me for public indecency I can’t come find you,” she shouted desperately. Yin seemed to hesitate for a moment, then ran on out of the doorway. Torch Gal cursed as her heart began hammering faster. Now she really was fucked. If the cops didn’t arrest her for this they’d at least realize she was the real Torch Gal. She struggled against the ropes, only getting wetter at the thought of her life being completely ruined.
    Suddenly a knife flew out of the darkened doorway that Yin and Yang had fled through, gliding through the air and slicing the rope that held her up. Torch Gal yelped as she fell to the floor in a heap, but she was free! Working quickly she managed to slip her hands out of the knot then bolted for the exit, stumbling as she hastily put her outfit back on.
    Minutes later she was ducking into an alley, just escaping before she heard cops storming into the bank to check out the alarm. Torch Gal collapsed against a wall to catch her breath. In her entire career as a criminal she’d never been so completely humiliated in her life. And she’d never cum so hard. 
    Even now she wanted nothing more than to reach a hand into her pants and get herself off on the memory of having the criminals sisters make her cum. Then she thought of the shame of being caught fingering herself in an alley, and Torch Gal groaned as her hand slipped into her pants to rub her clit. She knelt there in the alley, rubbing and shuddering, her eyes darting around to see if anyone was watching. Aroused and terrified, Torch Gal almost wished somebody was watching her.
    The thought sent her over the edge as she came again, and it took everything she had not to cry out shamelessly. Torch Gal pulled her hand out of her pants and let her head fall back against the brick wall behind her. What the hell was happening to her?
    Torch Gal had to do something about this brainwashing soon. Because there was no way for her to deny that this was the best night of her life.