Gail woke up feeling as though she’d spend the entire night being bound, gagged, spanked, whipped and tortured, and she’d never felt so happy in her life. She flexed her muscles, sensing some sore spots and bruises but nothing worse than what she got with her training. And considering all of the times Yin and Yang made her cum she was more than willing to be a little sore.
    She tried to sit up in the unfamiliar bed and something rattled. Her hands couldn’t move. Gail looked over and saw that her wrists were handcuffed to the bedspread. She moved her legs and felt the same tight yank at her ankles. At the same time she realized that her cunt was wonderfully full. When Gail peeked down her body she saw that she only wore a pair of pink panties, definitely not hers, and they had a slight bulge at the bottom from the dildo they were holding in place inside her.
    For a moment Gail felt a surge of panic, her old hero instincts kicking in. Wondering how strong the wood bed-frame would be and if she could break it. Noting the pens on the desk nearby. They could be broken and twisted to pick the locks of the handcuffs.
    It was a surprising moment of clarity where she was fully Torch Gal again. The brave hero who would never give in.
    Then her pussy clenched greedily around the dildo filling her and Gail’s plans of escape melted away. Why would she want to leave? She was a slut who deserved to be kept trapped and needy. She writhed against her restraints, but only to feel the tight press of the metal against her wrists and ankles, savoring the sensation of being controlled. Captured.
    Gail bit her lip and hummed with delight. Yin and Yang must have betrayed her. They must have known she was Torch Gal this whole time. Stringing her along, making her act like a dumb, horny slut they could play with. Making her dress up for them. Making her hypnotize Major Virtue and betray her fellow hero. Even asking her to become a villain like them. They were corrupting her. Leading her on. But now they had her trapped and humiliated. They’d walk in and taunt her, tell her how silly and easy she was to trick. They were just getting off on making Gail want to be a villain, but now they were done pretending. They were going to use her as the brainwashed fucktoy she really was. And Gail would be trapped forever as the sisters fucked her mind into oblivion.
    Gail came hard, her hips humping the air. The dildo filling her had been such a teasing sensation, being stuffed but unable to get off. By thrusting her hips she was able to use the friction of the panties to get it to move just enough for her to cum. Gail fell back against the bed, dripping with sweat from the exertion. How long had she been humping pathetically like that? How long had she been fantasizing about such a terrible, wonderful fantasy?
    Or was it a fantasy? Maybe the sisters really were tricking her.
    Gail’s ass was already wriggling against the bed and getting ready for round two when the door of the unfamiliar bedroom opened.
    The hero tensed, braced to fight against her captors.
    The slut tensed, eager to be humiliated by her captors.
    Both sides of Gail were ready for the criminal sisters to enter and do their worst. What she wasn’t expecting was for Yin and Yang to walk into the room holding a tray of beautifully cooked breakfast, and for the girls to be wearing nothing but frilly white aprons that barely covered their lithe bodies.
    “Morning sleepyhead,” Yin giggled as she came over with a cup of orange juice. Yang gave a similar cheery greeting in Mandarin as she plopped the tray down on Gail’s lap. The bacon, eggs and toast smelled divine. As much as Gail had wanted to be humiliated, she found her stomach overpowering her cunt for once. The handcuffs rattled as she tried to reach for the food. Yin and Yang tittered, as if she were a pet doing something cute.
    “Um, what’s this?” Gail asked, wondering if this was a trick.
    “It’s breakfast in bed,” Yin said proudly. “What, did you think we’d fuck you for hours and not cook you breakfast?”
    “I- I guess I wasn’t expecting it.”
    Yin plopped a straw into the orange juice and held it up for Gail, who drank greedily. She didn’t realize how thirsty she was.
    “Hey, we’re villains but we’re not bad people.”
    Yang said something in agreement, and she picked up a bit of egg with a fork and then held it out to Gail, who blushed as she took a bite. She’d always hated having to be fed, like when she broke both arms taking down the Shadowlord and his Heavy Metal minions, but Gail had to admit it was nicer being fed by a cute girl in an apron, her butt on display as she leaned in to feed her.
    “Thanks,” Gail mumbled, the embarrassment of being fed only getting her turned on again. Then she fixed Yang with a confused look. “So I’ve been wanting to ask, but why do you only speak Mandarin? You can understand English, right?”
    Now it was Yang’s turn to blush, and she muttered something to Yin quietly. 
    “My sister’s the brains of the operation,” Yin said with a reassuring smile to Yang, “But she’s not as good with languages as I am. When our parent’s moved us here I picked up English fast. She can understand English pretty well but she can’t speak as fluently, and it’s frustrating for her not to be understood. She gets kind of embarrassed about it, so we decided to make it part of our shtick. I speak English, she speaks Mandarin. Make people think it’s an aesthetic thing.”
    Gail nodded. “That makes sense, I guess.”
    Sheepishly Yang looked up at her, concentrating as she slowly said, “I can… speak English… if you… you prefer.”
    Gail shook her head. “Do what makes you comfortable, Yang. You’re pretty easy to read.” The grateful smile on Yang’s face filled Gail with warmth. “Besides, it was a little hot having a mistress commanding me in a language I couldn’t understand.”
    Now Yang smirked as she leaned in close, stroking a finger along Gail’s jaw. She spoke in a confident, teasing tone that made Gail shiver pleasantly.
    Yin giggled. “She said-”
    “I’m guessing she could me a good slut?”
    Yin blinked, surprised. “Huh, you are good at reading her.”
    Gail trembled again. “She’s also rubbing my clit, so it seems, nggh, pretty obvious.”
    “Yang!” Yin smacked Yang’s shoulder, and she pulled her hand away guiltily, leaving Gail even more frustrated and needy. “We said no playing with her until after she had breakfast.”
    Yang stuck her tongue out at her sister.
    “You… you can play with me. If you want.”
    The sisters just smirked at her like she was some pathetic, desperate girl. It left her wet and shivering.
    “Nope. You’re going to have a nice breakfast with no teasing or pleasure.”
    Gail curled her toes and writhed in her restraints. “Please? Just a little? Anything you want to do to me.”
    “See, Yang? I told you she’d be begging in no time at all.”
    Gail blushed, realizing how easily she’d been manipulated. Wasn’t she just working with them to get close to Professor Doombringer? She was still a hero and they were criminals. So why was she feeling so satisfied sitting her tied up while the sisters teased and fed her? Why did this feel so perfect?
    “Don’t worry, Gail. We’ve got all day to use you. We can even cook you dinner tonight.”
    Which is when Gail remembered her plans with Erika.
    “Shit. I- I can’t stay, actually. I kind of have a date.”
    Gail immediately regretted mentioning the date. Would they get jealous?
    Instead, the sisters burst into huge grins.
    “Ooh!” Yang jumped up and hugged Gail’s arm, talking excitedly so her words almost blurred together.
    Yin grabbed her other arm, saying, “Yeah, tell us all about her! What are you two doing on your date?”
    Gail shrank back under the intense attention, blushing furiously. “It’s- It’s not a real date. I’m just meeting up with her.”
    “But you want it to be a date, right?”
    “Kinda,” Gail replied, voice cracking.
    “So what are you two doing? You could try to make it romantic.”
    “She’s just tying me up.”
    Yang and Yin’s eyes went wide as they oohed.
    “It’s not a kinky thing!” Gail added.
    “It might be. Why else would she be tying you up?”
    Gail gulped. She couldn’t say Erika was a fellow superhero who she was training with. “She’s… an artist. So she’s tying me up for… an art… thing.”
    Yin just chuckled and nudged Gail in the ribs. “But why’s she tying up girls if it’s not her kink? And did she ask other people, or ask you directly?”
    “I kind of volunteered to help. But she’s not interested in me. I know she’s not.”
    “Do you know?” Gail turned to the other side, surprised to see Yang looking at her intensely as she spoke English. Her words were slower, more careful as she spoke. “Or are you… just scared? She’ll say no. Rejection?”
    Gail hung her head. “Probably I’m just scared.”
    Yang furrowed her brow, her lips moving as she thought of what to say. Then she shook her head. She pulled Yin over to her and whispered in her ear, and a devious smile spread on Yin’s face.
    “Oooh, Yang that’s good.”
    “What?” Gail asked, nervous but a little excited. Why did the idea of the sisters conspiring against her turn her on so much? Stupid brainwashing.
    “My sister just wanted to remind you of something, but she wanted to get the words right. So just know this is courtesy of her.” Yin suddenly clapped her hands on either side of Gail’s head, pulling her forward as far as the handcuffs on Gail’s wrists would allow. Gail’s breath caught in her throat as she was brought right up to Yin’s face, close enough to be kissed.
    “You are our slave,” Yin said in confident tone.
    Something inside Gail went rigid. Her thoughts seemed to slow. All her attention was on Yin.
    “You are our slave. And I am your Mistress. I command you. And you obey. You exist to please your Mistress. To make your Mistress happy. You will do anything to make your Mistress happy.”
    “Yes,” Gail answered, completely unaware. The whole world had vanished. The room, the handcuffs, even the breakfast. Her body was gone too. Her arousal, her pleasure, her embarrassment. All of her thoughts. There was nothing but Yin and her voice. Her Mistress.
    “You are going to be confident tonight and will try to fuck this girl. Don’t worry about rejection. Simply do what you want to do. You do not even need to fuck her for tonight to be a success. Just make an honest effort of expressing your desires. Do you understand?”
    “Yes Mistress.”
    “What will you do when you see your date tonight?”
    “I… I will not worry about being rejected. I’ll be confident and express myself. I want to fuck her, so… I will try to fuck her.”
    “Good slave.”
    And then Gail blinked awake, laying back against the pillows on the bed. Yang had her arms wrapped around Gail, smiling up at her like a fox with a cornered rabbit. 
    “So how do you feel now?” Yin asked, hands on her hips.
    “I-” Gail grinned. “I feel great. I’m not worried anymore. I’m just gonna march up to her and tell her I like being tied up. That I like her tying me up. And I’ll ask her to fuck me.”
    The sisters giggled, and Gail blushed.
    “Okay, maybe I’ll be a little more subtle than just outright asking, but I’m going to hit on her.”
    “Good. Happy we can help.”
    Gail smiled at Yang. “How’d you know commanding me to fuck her would work?”
    Yang just shrugged, wearing a grin. “You are good slave.”
    Gail’s head burst with warm light. She was a good slave. And tonight she’d express her feelings to Erika like a good slave. She’d been wanting to fuck Erika since their first sparing session, and now she was ready to act on it. All to please her Mistress.
    Maybe this brainwashing had some benefits after all.
    “Alright, now eat up before it gets cold,” Yin said as she clapped her hands. She bent down over Gail, her apron dipping low to show off her tits as she fed another bite of food to Gail. “And you can tell us all about this girl.”
    Gail obediently ate, and was about to tell them all about Erika the Red, when she caught herself. It had been such an instant reaction. She would have casually given up Erika to them. Would have revealed herself as Torch Gal. 
    It scared her how naturally she had been about to betray herself, but thanks to the conditioning it also made her incredibly horny. She had to be careful about what Yin and Yang said to her. It felt so natural to obey. Gail just hoped they wouldn’t ask her to reveal anything that would ruin all this. If they found out she was Torch Gal they’d… 
    Feel betrayed, probably. She’d lied to them from the beginning.
    And they were supervillains. They’d have to treat her like an enemy.
    But that would make them sad. They liked her. It wasn’t a trick, Gail realized. They genuinely seemed to care about her.
    Which meant lying was okay, because that would keep her Mistresses happy. The truth wouldn’t, because it would devastate them.
    “Her name’s Natalie,” Gail said when she’d swallowed the food. “She’s an artist. And lives in a loft in a warehouse. It’s pretty cool.”
    “She certainly sounds like an art type,” Yin giggled, and Gail’s anxiety eased.
    Lying to her Mistress felt wrong, but keeping her happy was why she existed. So she’d lie about Erika. And she’d fuck Erika tonight to make Yin and Yang happier. Maybe if she was lucky she’d even be able to be with all of them. Fucking Natalie as Torch Gal, and being used by Yin and Yang as their slutty minion. Three amazing women to dominate and sleep with her, satisfying all these programmed urges inside her. It could be the perfect life for her.
    But things never did work out that neatly for Torch Gal.

 

~ ~ ~

 

    “I’ve always kind of thought of rope as a puzzle,” Natalie said as she weaved the rope between Gail’s arms, which were crossed behind her back. “Like on it’s own rope is nothing. But with a few twists and loops you can turn it into a knot. You can turn it into dozens of knots, each with a different purpose. You have to figure out how each knot works, but once you learn the proper steps you can do almost anything with it.”
    Gail just stood there happily listening to the other girl work, floating in a happy cloud as she felt herself being restrained tighter with every pass Natalie made with the rope. Natalie had her long red hair tied back into a bun, and was dressed in a comfortable white wool shirt with the sleeves pulled up to her wrists. To Gail she really did look like an artist, her hands working with expert precision as she manipulated the rope. Now she brought it over Gail’s shoulder and pressed it down between her breasts, pulling each end of the rope in a different direction. Gail’s pulse raced as she felt the tight rope pressing against her tits, but even more exciting was to see that, with just a few seemingly random passes, Natalie had crossed the rope over her chest so that it created a star design above her tits.
    “It’s just knowing that the rope can do anything you imagine it can. It’s almost like…”
    “Art,” Gail said, admiring the beautiful way her arms had been bound.
    For the first time Natalie paused in her work, looking at Gail with a surprised but pleased smile. “Yeah, it is. Thank you,” she said with a ridiculously happy smile. She had just told the truth, but Gail also enjoyed making Natalie happy. Tied up like this it would be so easy for Natalie to spank her or push her down to her knees, tower over her.
    Gail rubbed her thighs together. Natalie really would be a great Mistress.
    “You’re fidgeting,” the redhead remarked from behind her. “Is it too tight?”
    “It’s great. I’m just having fun.”
    “Really? I thought you had a problem with getting tied up. Isn’t that what we’re working on?”
    “Oh,” Gail said, remembering the pretense for their ‘training.’ She cleared her throat. “I do. But that’s for like villains. I trust you.” She did, too. Having Yin and Yang tie her up to dominate her last night had been great, but the bondage had just been a means to an end. A way to control her, or deny her. With Natalie, though, there was a clear love for the craft. She enjoyed working with rope, and Gail could see the beauty in it too. It really was like art in her hands.
    “I- I’m glad. You’re enjoying it, I mean.”
    As Natalie moved around in front of her Gail saw her face was bright red. And she saw the faint marks of her nipples peeking through her shirt. Gail grinned. She’d have doubted and second guessed before, but it was easy for her to see that Natalie was turned on tying her up. Yin and Yang had been right. Natalie enjoyed bondage just like her.
    “It’s really fun to watch you work. You’re so confident with what you’re doing. It’s like I’m completely at your mercy.”
    Natalie rolled her eyes. “Now you’re making me sound like a villain.”
    “Well if you were a villain I wouldn’t mind being captured by you.”
    “You sure about that?” the redhead countered, a playful gleam in her eyes. “If I get the great Torch Gal in my clutches there’s no telling what I might do to her, being an evil villain and all.”
    Natalie wrapped the rope around Gail’s waist like a belt, then slid it up to loop through the star pattern on her chest.
    Gail felt her body burning up. God did she need to be fucked. “Would you take advantage of a poor, bound hero?”
    “What? No.” Natalie stopped, giving her a strange look. “I’d never do that.”
    Gail felt herself go pale. Had she pushed too far? She was trying to flirt but she’d instantly gone the route of humiliating herself as a hero. The stupid programming in her head.
    “I didn’t mean you, of course you wouldn’t. You’re sweet and amazing.”
    Hearing that made Natalie blush. “You think so?”
    “Yeah,” Gail said, blushing herself. “I just meant if you were like an evil, sexy villain or something. And you were tying up a hero to, like…”
    “Dominate them?” There was a hitch in Natalie’s voice now.
    “Exactly. I’ve just heard stories about it.”
    “There are some kinky villains in this city,” Natalie said, almost absently.
    “And maybe if there was a really cute villain who was tying me up, maybe I’d be okay if they, you know, copped a feel or something.”
    Natalie raised an eyebrow, as she pulled the rope tighter around Gail. “Is that so?”
    “Not that I like supervillains or anything,” Gail added quickly. “It’s just the idea of being…”
    “Controlled.”
    “Yeah, and being kinda helpless.”
    “At their mercy,” Natalie said, weaving the rope around again.
    Gail nodded, fantasies running through her head. “It’s scary, thinking of myself that powerless. But it’s also a little hot.”
    “Maybe…” Natalie cleared her throat, and Gail heard apprehension in her voice. Like she was afraid of what she was going to say to her. “Maybe you enjoy that kind of thing.”
    “Maybe,” Gail muttered. “But wouldn’t that be bad for a hero?”
    “Well, it sounds like you don’t necessarily need them to be a villain. Maybe you just like the idea of a powerful woman tying you up.”
    “I do like the sound of that,” she agreed, as Natalie tugged on the rope tighter.
    “And that’s usually the kind of stuff that villains are into.”
    “That’s true.”
    Natalie paused behind her, staying silent for a few seconds, before she decided to say, “But maybe there are some heroes into it too.”
    Gail suppressed the urge to jump for joy. “Do you really think so?”
    “There’s a good chance.”
    “I’d love to meet one. Maybe they could tie me up. And take control. Give me some orders. And I could see if I like it.”
    “That…” She heard Natalie gulp. “That would be a good way to find out if you’re into it.”
    “If only I knew where to look,” Gail said longingly, playing it up. Natalie was interested, she was sure of it. But she was too shy to say anything. Gail had been like that until Mistress had commanded her to be confident. Now it all seemed so easy. She had to make Natalie step up and say what she wanted. Then she’d be able to melt for Natalie and be hers. “But where could I find a beautiful, strong, sexy woman to tie me up?”
    And that’s when Natalie reached around Gail’s waist, cinching the rope around her again. “You could get lucky,” Natalie said quietly into her ear. Her voice was shaky, but her fingers moved surely. She dipped the rope down between Gail’s legs and pulled it back up tight, driving it up against her crotch, pressing the rope along her dripping pussy. Gail moaned and bucked, melting into the unexpected pleasure. “Maybe there’s someone who could take control of you close by.”
    Gail licked her lips, ready to drop to her knees and swear obedience. But she couldn’t let herself submit that easily. So she acted like she wasn’t dripping wet already and said in a neutral voice, “That’d be nice. Do you know anyone?”
    The bait seemed to work, because Natalie tugged the rope up into Gail’s pussy again, this time nearly lifting her off the floor. It was absolutely divine and Gail couldn’t stop herself from whimpering as she felt Natalie tying the rope to her already bound wrists, to keep the tension in the rope between her legs.
    “I do know someone,” Natalie purred. There was no trace of hesitation now. She kept the rope taut around her hand, keeping Gail on her toes as her clit pulsed directly against the rope. “You might already know them.”
    “Take me,” Gail whispered, her mind already starting to melt away into submissive bliss. 
    “What was that?” Natalie asked, the rope slipping loose.
    Gail coughed and blushed. “T-tell me. Who it is.”
    Natalie’s laugh was music to her ears. The redhead spun Gail around to face her, looking deep into her eyes. “There’s a catch. If I tell you who they are, then you’ll have to let them play with you.”
    Gail shivered happily as Natalie traced her fingers along the star pattern above Gail’s chest. Her fingers slipped low to tease along Gail’s tits as they passed.
    This was it. Natalie was going to use her. Gail was about to be fucked and controlled by another hero, someone she could be honest with. She could confess about the brainwashing, let Natalie help her fight it and put her head back to normal. And when it was over she could keep being a good obedient slut for Natalie to use however she wanted. 
    It could be absolutely perfect.
    “If you tell me who wants to control me,” Gail said, voice trembling with excitement, “Then I’ll do anything they tell me.”
    Natalie reached up and cupped a finger under Gail’s chin, a broad smile on her face as she opened her mouth to speak.
    And that’s when the wall of Natalie’s warehouse exploded in a burst of red light.
    The shockwave threw them off their feet, but Natalie instantly wrapped herself around Gail to protect her from the spray of rubble that followed.
    Gail wheezed as she tried to catch her breath but there was dust everywhere, obscuring her vision.
    “Are you okay?” Natalie asked, still hugging her close.
    “I’m fine,” Gail muttered as she struggled up to her knees. Gail tried to use her arms but the complex rope pattern made it impossible to wriggle free.
    Instantly Natalie was working at the knots, but her fingers were slipping over the rope. It was clear she was panicking. “I gotta get you loose.”
    “Just calm down,” Gail instructed her, falling back on her training to slow her own racing heart. “What the hell was that explosion?”
    “I don’t know. I’ll get you free and we’ll see if anyone needs hel-”
    There was the smack of a meaty hit and suddenly Natalie was gone. Gail spun around and saw Natalie tumbling and skidding back across the floor, as a woman in black tights now stood in her place, her foot still extended out from the kick. Gail could see a glittering silver snake design coiling up her leg and weaving across the rest of her body, as if a metal snake had wrapped around her and been sewn into the black tights.
    The ninja drew her leg back and announced, “The only one who needs help is you, Erika the Red.”
    Natalie got back to her feet, rubbing her jaw as recognition hit her. “Silver Viper?”
    “That’s correct,” she replied with a smirk. Then Silver Viper gave Gail a curious glance. She was beautiful, with dark skin and amber eyes, her glossy black hair tied back in a deadly braid. She looked Indian, and there was a faint British accent to her voice as she said, “And what have we here?”
    “Leave her alone!”
    Silver Viper smirked at her. “Why Erika, I never knew you were so kinky.”
    Natalie’s face went red, and she stammered, “Th-that’s not what this is. We were just training. It’s superhero training stuff.”
    Silver Viper raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow at Gail. “So you’re a hero, then?”
    Gail was about to cry out that she was Torch Gal before rolling over to kick her in her condescending grin, but froze when she realized she wasn’t wearing her mask. This villain could recognize her out of costume if she told her that. She heard Natalie gasp, as she must have realized the same thing. While Gail sat there frozen before the ninja, Natalie turned and plucked up a coil of chain hidden behind a support beam. The heroic redhead swung the chain around in a controlled arc and whipped it against the ground, before pointing a finger at the villain. 
    “Forget about her. Worry about trying to beat me, considering all the times I’ve kicked your ass already!”
    Silver Viper clicked her tongue and glared at Natalie, no, at Erika the Red. “You ARE distressingly strong, Erika. That’s why I decided to bring help.”
    The cloud of dust behind them burst apart as a glowing red orb of energy launched through the warehouse, aimed right at Erika. She twisted and leapt to the side as the orb scraped the ground where she’d been standing. But just when it looked like she was clear the red orb burst into an explosion that left Gail’s ears ringing, and sent Erika hurtling through the air to slam against a storage container.
    “Erika!” Gail jumped to her feet, only for Silver Viper to easily sweep her legs out from under her with a quick kick. Gail flopped to the floor and banged her chin against the concrete.
    “Stay where you are, sweetie. The only reason I’m not going to hurt you is because you were kind enough to be gift wrapped for me.”
    Gail glared back at her, but there was something about that condescending confidence in Silver Viper’s eyes. Instantly her outrage was replaced with weak need. Even with Erika in trouble, Gail felt herself eager to be humiliated instead of leaping in to save her friend. Somehow she’d always imagined that the brainwashing hadn’t gone that deep. That she’d let herself be toyed with by villains, but that she’d at least be able to be a hero to save others.
    But Silver Viper planted a foot on her back and Gail’s body shivered with delight. Her pussy was dripping and desperate with the rope still wedged up between her legs. Even if she could get free, Gail knew right then and there that her body would find a way to betray her. Right here was a strong, dominant woman who could use her: Gail’s body had already decided to settle for Silver Viper.
    Gail whimpered as she watched Erika stumbling back to her feet. There was still a chance, though. If Erika beat Silver Viper she’d be stronger, and Gail wanted to be a slut for the strongest Mistress possible. She felt pleasure rumble through her body at the thought, and knew she’d be able to help Erika then. But only after she’d won.
    And Gail could hear the other villain approaching now, as the glow of crimson light creeped along the floor. She strained her neck to look up at the new villain, and was shocked to see a woman with red light pulsing around her hands, and wearing a bizarre outfit. The tall woman had on a green dress with red flowers all over it, a pair of combat boots, and a black leather jacket with metal spikes. Half of her hair was shaved off, and the rest was stylishly dyed green. Gail had seen a picture of her from some recent bank heist, where she’d blasted clean through a secured vault.
    “Cherry Bomb,” Erika said from across the warehouse. “So you teamed up with Silver Viper?”
    “That’s right,” Silver Viper said with a sly grin. She ground the heel of her foot into Gail’s back and it took everything inside Gail not to groan happily at the harsh treatment. “You might have beaten both of us in the past, Erika, but together we will-”
    “Get fucked!” the villain in the dress suddenly shouted, tossing out two more bright balls of energy. One flew towards Erika and tore apart the shipping container in a red blast, leaving it a hunk of twisted metal, but the other orb went way too high and crashed into the ceiling instead. Cherry Bomb didn’t seem to care that she missed. She threw up both hands triumphantly and screamed out, “Time to blast ya!”
    Explosive red energy welled up into a massive ball between her hands.
    “Cherry!” Silver Viper scolded. “What did I tell you!?”
    The powerful energy diminished as Cherry Bomb’s shoulders slumped. “That I gotta let you give your speech first.”
    “Exactly. We can’t have proper revenge without a speech.”
    “But she’s right there!” the punk girl snapped back. “And I can blast her up soooo easy.”
    “This isn’t about beating her easily. It’s about getting satisfying revenge.”
    Cherry Bomb dispelled the red energy from her hands. Pouting she crossed her arms and muttered, “You just wanna give a speech.”
    “I worked for a week on this speech!” Silver Viper snapped as she threw out a hand. “I just want it to be perfect.”
    “Fiiine,” Cherry Bomb groaned. “But only if I can crispify her after.”
    “You can blow her up all you like when I’m done,” Silver Viper said primly.
    The punk girl villain burst into a grin. “Deal.” Then she peered down at Gail, still firmly under the ninja’s foot. “Who’s the tied up chick?”
    “Another hero, apparently. Though I don’t think we have to worry. If she had any powers she would have used them already.”
    “Can I at least play with her while you give your big speech?”
    Silver Viper grinned as she kicked Gail, skidding her over towards Cherry Bomb. “Alright. Have fun, sweetie.”
    Cherry Bomb clapped her hands as she dropped down next to Gail, grabbing hold of her by her rope tie harness. “This is gonna be the best hero bashing ever!”
    “You still have to manage to beat me,” Erika shouted out. Gail was surprised to see that Erika was in her full outfit now, using their fighting as a distraction. Dressed like a viking warrior woman she leapt forward, swinging a chain from each hand and she stared the pair of villains down.
    Then she glanced at Cherry Bomb and paused. “Are your boobs bigger?”
    “They are!” Cherry grinned. “Hormones are taking to me really well. It’s like I was made to have tits.”
    “I’m glad the transition is going great. I’m proud of you.”
    “Thanks!”
    “But you blew up my warehouse so I’m going to have to kick your ass now.”
    “Not if I blow up your ass first!” Cherry cried, creating another red glowing bomb in her hand until a stern look from Silver Viper made her sigh and dispell it. “I gotta let Silver do her speech,” she moped.
    “That’s if I give her the chance.” Erika swing the chains and cracked them against the floor in an impressive flourish. “If you think Cherry Bomb will be enough to help you beat me then you’re mistaken.”
    A shadow moved behind Erika. Gail saw a woman dressed in black latex stepping out of the darkness, her face hidden behind a reflective gas mask. She didn’t make a sound despite the black heels built into the outrageous outfit. Erika opened her mouth to scream but Cherry Bomb clapped a hound over her mouth to silence her. 
    “Don’t spoil the surprise,” she whispered with glee.
    Silver Viper had her hands on her hips, staring down Erika as the latex clad woman slid up behind the hero. “What made you think that Cherry Bomb was all the help I have?”
    Erika reached back to throw one of her chains when the strange woman reached up from behind her and put a hand over Erika’s mouth. Gail had a brief glimpse of skin, the latex didn’t cover her hand entirely, and then green gas seeped from out of the villain’s hand.
    Erika shoved the mysterious villain back as she rounded on her, swinging her chains around menacingly. But then the chains started to slow, each rotation slowing down until the chains swung up, and then simply dropped down to the ground at Erika’s feet.
    Erika wasn’t moving. She stood there, arms out, shivering slightly, but not reacting at all as the woman in latex marched up to her.
    “It’s the confident heroes who are so easy to capture,” the woman laughed, her voice reverberating slightly from behind the gas mask.
    More of the green gas billowed out from her fingertips, and Erika stood there frozen, breathing it in. Erika’s eyes suddenly began to glow faintly with green light, and her body stopped shaking. Her arms fell limp to her sides as Erika stood there with a faint smile on her face, completely relaxed.
    And Gail shivered from the floor, watching as the latex villainess played with Erika, swinging her limp arms back and forth and rolling her compliant head side to side.
    Silver Viper clapped her hands. “That was wonderful! You’re worth everything we paid you, Madame Mist.”
    Madame Mist waved a hand dismissively, while she reached up and groped Erika’s breast. Erika didn’t react at all, just blinked slowly and stood there. “The money is simply so I’m commanded the respect I deserve. Honestly, capturing and humiliating heroic women is my life’s work.”
    “You truly are an artist with that power of yours.”
    “I’m only getting started,” Madame Mist exclaimed. She kept squeezing Erika’s breast, but reached up with her other hand to put her fingers just under Erika’s nose. Now streams of pink mist wafted up from her fingertips, and Erika breathed it in, unable to resist. That green glow in her eyes shifted, taking on a pink hue instead. Erika gasped, her body shuddering, and for a desperate moment Gail thought she was resisting.
    Instead Erika let out a happy moan, smiling as Madame Mist played with her tits.
    “Do you like that, Erika?”
    “Yesss,” she moaned, panting happily as she pressed her chest against Madame Mist’s hands.
    “Do you know where you are?”
    “Nooo.” Erika shook her head absently.
    “All that matters is the pleasure.”
    “Pleasure,” Erika gasped, her hips bucking.
    “Do you care who gives you pleasure?” Madame Mist asked, as she slowly unzipped Erika’s costume.
    “Don’t care,” Erika said with a happy sigh.
    “Good girl.”
    Gail watched in disbelief as the latex villainess stripped off Erika’s shirt, and Erika just smiled and moaned as she allowed her tits to be played with.
    Suddenly Silver Viper was beside Gail, kneeling on the other side of her. Both her and Cherry Bomb were grinning ear to ear. “Madame Mist can secrete several kinds of fun chemicals. One to paralyze. One to induce uncontrollable bliss. Even one to make you obey whatever command you receive.”
    Gail shuddered, her clit pulsing desperately. “Any command?”
    “That’s right,” Cherry Bomb giggled. “We’re going to make Erika do all sorts of humiliating stuff for us, and film it all for everyone to see. You’re friend is about to become famous as the sluttiest hero in Galaxy City.”
    Gail whimpered.
    “And since you’re already tied up, we might as well let you in on the fun. One whiff of Madame Mist’s fog and you’ll happily fuck any of us. Or maybe we’ll make you and Erika fuck while we cheer on and record the whole thing. What do you think, Cherry?”
    “I think that sounds fucking amazing. And we’ll make a fortune selling the sex tape.”
    Silver Viper reached down and gripped Gail’s hair, pulling her head back. “You’re going to be our good little sex slave, aren’t you?”
    Gail looked up and saw Erika already naked, fingering herself and moaning lewdly as she breathed in the pink mist from the Madame’s hand. She saw the hunger in Silver Viper and Cherry Bomb’s eyes. The villains were going to humiliate them. Use them for pleasure. Show everyone how pathetic they are.
    And Gail realized she couldn’t wait for them to begin.