"Welcome to my lair, cutie, does the décor suit you? It's a little more spacious than those cramped spaces you're used to cooping up in, Hive tells me she has even larger safehouses but I'm rather fond of the basement setting. Really makes it feel like you're in my dungeon, you know? I don't plan on torturing you though, quite the opposite." Miss Murmur curls her lips into a crooked smile as she wheels a table into the middle of the basement space, parking it beside a gagged Wild Rosary. Strapped to the table is the online college professor by day and tech based heroine by night, Mint Maddison. 

"It's draughty." Mint states bluntly, wanting to keep up a strong sense of bravado to spite her sleepless kidnapper, eyes shifting to the right to check on Rose. 

"I still haven't gotten through to her, you know how she is. What Nova did to her makes the task a little more gruelling than I'd care to admit, but I think I'll convince her in the end. I've a protégé who will hopefully be dropping by later if she hasn't gone too off the rails, should be of great help. Without powers I can only do so much, but I sure am creative aren't I?" Murmur presses cracked black nail into Mint's soft cheek, earning a sharp gasp from that bundle of bravado. "I know this looks like a dissection table, but the only thing I'll be dissecting is your ego. You know how this goes, right? The classic villain brainwashing scheme, hero strapped down as some manner of hypnotic device threatens to corrupt their mind into a more obedient, pliant state. Something more agreeable to my grand designs now that I've decided to graduate from small time crook due to some recent inspirations."

"I'm not much of a hero and you're a pretty ironic villain, Misty." Mint scoffs, struggling in vain against the bindings that restrain her to the cold metal at her back while staring daggers at her would-be brainwasher. "So what, you gonna talk me around in circles until my head spins, all that classic hypnosis crap? You don't have any powers and I doubt you're capable of making equipment on the level I can, all you have is therapy babble right? Don't forget who got you on that self hypnosis shit in the first p--"

Snap!

When Mint comes to, she's now upright on a different table that can be adjusted just like Rosary's. If she were not so tied down, the woman would clutch her head and groan, it's disorienting to be dropped like that mid sentence. "Is... that all you've got? I'll admit it makes me feel vulnerable and I have no clue when or how you did it, but for the fucking record I still hate you as much as I did a minute ago."

"Au contraire..." Murmur grins, taking slow drag from a menthol cigarette as minty as her captive's curly hair. "It was more like twenty minutes, I was starting to wonder if you wanted a lie-in. Rosary dropped too, but she woke much quicker given her condition. Let's check on yours now, I'm curious what you were saying before about my therapy babble and lack of effective equipment. I'd like to correct you, dear. Sure, I could talk long and slow until you're hanging off my every word like every pretty thing foolish enough to entertain a conversation with yours truly... but ah, with several conquests back to back it can start to feel a little samey, you know? I thought we could change it up a little, maybe breaking people with more personalised methods could make for a fun game, eh?" 

"What happened to you?" Mint cannot pretend to be an expert on the human psyche and she's certainly not a social creature, her best friend being a tabby cat she experiments on out of boredom, but she knows enough. "You know... Nova almost kicked the shit out of me suspecting I'd been messing with you, blaming my subliminals for you going out of control. But you were already slipping by the time I first met you, I only really saw Misty in pictures from before the launch. You look so different in those, hell you're actually pretty cute without the eyebags and I don't even swing that way." Sure, she dated Hive and sometimes played with her in a female body, but Mint only really had eyes for the men she'd possess.

"You're at least a slither of bi or you wouldn't be kissing Nic's ass all the time, sweetie. I'll tear that crack wide open like a dam bursting free... yeah, I'll free you from that dour dating pool you've locked yourself into. Women like me are much more preferable, dark circles and all." Murmur leans down with a creak of leather pants and plants a cold black kiss onto her subject's rich ochre cheek. "I'll make you fall so hard you'll be a girl in the chair, every big time hero has their dutiful computer geek to lean on like a crutch, right? Well let's just say I've broken my proverbial ankle, no powers is a dangerous game as I'm sure you know too well."

"Pfft. You're going to make me fall in love with you? Unlike Nova I actually have some taste, and sense, so I'll take a hard pass on the falling thank you very much." Despite her tough talk, Mint understands that she can either comply with Murmur here or rot in this basement until Nova finally pulls her finger out and does something. Murmur acts as her own human shield where the city's mightiest hero is concerned, it's infuriating. "I'd rather talk about you, Misty. I've always been curious, since the topic is too taboo to even dare bring up in Nova's presence unless it's talking about some crook ruining our reputation. We'll discuss apprehending Miss Murmur just fine, but the woman behind the mask... well, I suppose you're not really wearing a mask huh?" Mint pauses with a wry smile, wondering if this reversal of babble is actually having any effect on the woman looking down at her so indifferently. "Tell me what you were like before that rocket exploded, photos only say so much."

Murmur wheels over her side table littered with so many toys she isn't sure which to play with first. "I got a full eight hours every night like a good girl. Just a coincidence, so don't read anything in that. My insomnia is not a disorder, but a disease, hereditary or so I'm told. I wouldn't really know." The midnight mistress prepares a syringe and Mint retracts against the table, fearing what this madwoman might be planning to inject into her bloodstream. Words seem so harmless in the face of something so tangible and dangerous looking. "Nicole came home to a living corpse, too tired to even cry at her return. While Nova was possessed of superhuman health, Misty's was rapidly declining. Most don't last long like this, but I'm a straggler. Let's see how long you can hold on with your own tech weaponised against you, Mint." As the needle pushes into her arm, Mint figures out the game and realises just how direct Murmur was being in her talk of personalised inductions. Tech control against the tech controller, how poetic.

"Th-that's the slave chip, right? You sure I didn't mislabel them? A misdirect planned in advance with the wires from earlier, haha..." Mint assumes that Murmur already injected herself with the master chip, which tricks Mint's body to produce the perfect mix of chemicals when prompted by the signal from Murmur's. It's not total control, made to work alongside subliminals and only usually applied after subjugation, but it is guaranteed to make the restrained professor more suggestible. As Murmur wears her down, the chip is only going to cement itself more into her psyche as it enacts a hostile takeover of the pleasure centre in her brain. 

"You need to be careful not to obey me now, Mint." Murmur speaks smugly, ignoring the pathetic bluff like she's doing the other a favour by moving past it swiftly. "Every time you do, your brain will get better at rewarding you for the act, until a flood of pretty pleasure has your eyes fluttering in delight at every 'Yes Miss' that spills from those lovely lips of yours. You'll get lost in me, by the time you've fallen and given up you won't even know there was a will to resist in that well trained body of yours." The small time villain, with two of New Cassiepeia's big four tied down in her lair while another acts on her command, runs a hand over her body with a flush of colour on her cheeks. Mint realises that Murmur has a fetish for this and grimaces, not knowing how best to combat her own tech while assuming more has yet to come out. It's impossible to resist, she designed it herself and she's a genius!

"Misty... or uh Murmur, whoever... let's strike a bargain okay? I'll work for you and... and convince Nova that--"

"Are you daft, girl? Are you slow? There's no stopping the train we're on so you might as well enjoy the ride, I know I will. You dropped so easily the first time I hypnotised you but then, your guard was down and you at least liked me enough to be cordial. I imagine your head was buried too deeply in mental blueprints to see the crow above my head, planning your next machine even during a night of food and conversation. I think I forgot how to cook that well these days, I used to be such a good housewife haha... my point is, people change, Mint. It can happen so quickly and so easily, I'll demonstrate it here today with yourself." With a playful tune whistling from puckered obsidian, cigarette cast onto the floor, Murmur runs her fingers over the various items of tech before settling on one decisively. 

"Ah, that's..." Mint's eyes widen when she recognises one of her many gadgets, several of which have been installed onto Discoman but she keeps plenty of spares for quick replacement. 

"I'm glad one of us knows what it does. I'll just have to figure it out practically!" Murmur laughs like she's imitating mad scientist, waving the chunky gadget in the air over a sweating Mint. "I've protection from subliminals in way of contacts and earplugs that won't make me mush like those you shoved on my Joy... but if it's a gun I might still shoot out my eye, taking risks can be such a thrill can't it Mint?"

"I-I can't say I share the same view, but... ah--" The woman bites her tongue when she realises that even answering a question is considered obedience, her body reacting in accordance to the chip's programming while her fingers clench into fists by her sides. 

"Ah, that's a good girl. So submissive already, maybe I don't even need this. There's a fine difference between need and want, however, and I really wanna test out some fun toys on you. A taste of your own medicine, ah that'd be funnier if you were a doctor but that's a different strain of nerd I suppose. 

Mint purses her lips when she considers that even this high school bully level of teasing is enough talking down to activate her slave chip and make her feel softer, meeker against the belittling speech. "I really wish it was a fucking gun, Misty."

"Nonsense, you're enjoying this even if you're going to feign misery. Let's see how long you can keep up such silly pretences, you don't strike me as a very convincing actress if I'm being entirely honest. I'm usually never entirely honest, so savour this as rare occasion. Time to bite the bullet, love, and I sure hope that's left in metaphor." 

"Give me a status report on my team, Hivemind. Is Rose getting on well enough with the frigid new recruit I set her up with? A fast track through the agency should be a good enough incentive for the girl to keep my reckless subordinate distracted, right?" Nova has one of Hivemind's drones in her lap, having undressed her almost an hour ago but yet to give her more than light touches here and there. Hive feels more like pet than partner, but she can't deny the comfort. "I worry if she runs into that Murmur woman, Rosary will pull a gun and do something she'd live to regret."

"That Murmur woman? You seem awfully worried over a street crook, hehe." Hive feels emboldened by the woman's vulnerability but knows well that she plays with fire. It's easier to take risks around dangerous people with so many bodies and since she linked with her mistress she's only become more reckless. 

Nova pushes fingers into the lap-cat's mouth to shut her up before she can finish vocalising any untoward thoughts. "I sometimes worry that your brainpower is spread thin over all those many bodies you possess, to speak so vapidly... of course I worry, it's bad metrics. Rosary was meant to cover up our embarrassing mistakes, not make them herself. Just tell me she's doing okay, won't you?"

After letting Hive performatively gag on her superior's fingers in a rehearsed show of submission, Nova retracts the digits to let the drone speak. "I'm paying her a visit right now, but she's alone so I can't comment on the status of her relationship. She... probably won't want to talk about it, regardless of whether it's going swimmingly or... well, abysmally. Do you want a report on Mint, too?" Hivemind shifts to get comfortable in her commander's lap, knowing it turns the woman on to be referred to as such but holding off from giving the city's most famous super exactly what she wants.

Nicole waves her hand dismissively, her fingers shiny with a stranger's spit while Hive pilots their body like she was born in it. What did this one do, wonders the golden goddess, remembering the days when she could remember all of Hivemind's drones and their criminal records. "Let me guess, she's in her basement glued to her desk, playing around with her gadgets and schemes?" The corners of Nova's lips curl lightly, knowing her tech specialist isn't one to break from script, just like her machines. 

"Uhh, more or less!" A giggle escapes Hivemind's lips at the closeness of Nova's claim given Mint's current circumstances, fortunately she's in control enough to let it loose from a pair of lips out of the woman's earshot. Hivemind is never usually this submissive and not nearly as horny, but she knows she isn't the top of her mental hierarchy anymore and the garden pollutes her personality like seeds sprouting in her afflicted brain. Ironic that unifying with her mistress' mind would make her more malleable, but Joy isn't the most stable. She's just a slut, the one they made her into. "Can... can we fuck, Nicole? Like... please? I'm really dying for it..."

Nova's eyes widen in surprise at the uncharacteristically bold request, her fingers tightening in the strange doll's hair. "Is that a serious question, Hivemind?" Fingers stroke up the undercover dryad's neck and make her shiver, still wet from her own slutty tongue. The firm touch lifts her chin up and up and up until Hivemind is leaning as far back into Nova as she can, eyes locked onto the other's and hair draping over those perky tits that came with a side order of sass. Seems the main course is due, because all of Hive's cheek left her the moment need took its hold. 

"Please... call me Helena, like you used to." Hivemind laces fingers into Nova's and the woman squeezes them painfully, making the needy dryad toy writhe in the number one hero's lap while her other hand is claimed in a possessive lace. Unable to touch herself as golden glow fills her vision even from this upside-down angle, Hivemind can only thrust her hips into the air. Hands held down, Hivemind is pulled into a deep kiss that spares her that overwhelming submission that just sent a shockwave over her entire array of selves. Is mistress going to be affected too? She's currently submitting to that butch anyway, so it's probably fine.

As Nova pulls away and stares down sternly at her pliant subordinate, she laughs a little drily. Hivemind really does see Murmur in her, like two sides of the same coin. It's no wonder... "I'll call you whatever I damn well please when we're alone like this, I still need to punish you for cocking up our important mission with the rookie don't I? Sure, I'll fuck you if you really want me to, but it'll be a loveless act you understand? I think love quite literally evades me, I'm beginning to think that since the incident I must naturally ward it off and make it do crazy things in retaliation. Perhaps I'll rub off on you, make you just as much a stranger to love after claiming you with my mouth and reducing you to a molten core of liquid gold. With these heatproof hands I could reshape your malleable metal form into whatsoever I choose, hm?"

"N-Nicole..." Hivemind opens her eyes secretly hoping for more specks of gold to get stuck in the sclera, but the woman is all too careful with the short bursts ever since what happened to Rose. "I don't care how you fuck me... rough, slow... gently, hatefully... I can take it a-and if I can't..."

"You have plenty of spares?" Harsh fingers grip Hivemind's chin and pull her head back further, another hand groping almost violently at that naked bust ready for action. Even with her hands now free, Hivemind is unable to put them to use. She really is just raw material right now, she needs to be refined by her commander's touch. "Don't worry, I probably won't break you. I've a reputation to uphold, people start to notice your morals degrading before you do, so I keep myself in check like I'm balancing knives." Nova isn't so deluded as to really believe what she's saying, but that's neither here nor there. Across from them in her office is a mirror in which the stare of submission has turned itself inwards a number of times to keep any overzealous birds hidden in clouds, better to be cuckoo than crow, Misty taught her that. "I stopped a commercial airliner from rapid descent into rocky mountains earlier today, so I think I'm due some indulgence don't you?"

"Frankly, goldy, I don't fucking care~ I just want you to fuck us so hard we're moaning in new languages, it'll be a breakthrough. I wanna forget how to walk against your touch, want you to teach me again as I start with crawling and bury my face into your crotch and..."

The hero Nova pushes Hivemind's shoulders back and inspects the woman curiously. "Are you on drugs, Helena?" This foreplay feels strange even for her, and back in her astronaut days her wife used to really ham it up, not quite the show stealing actress she is nowadays. 

"Ah! Y-you called me Helena~ Hold on one second Nic... I-I'm getting distracted by--"

"Typical, you're fucking insatiable you know that? How many people are you hooking up with right now? And here I thought I was enough as the most powerful person in this entire city and beyond. Guess I can't be jealous, I did promise you loveless and it seems you didn't need the memo." Nova feels ridiculous for her sulk given that she really does have no feelings for Hivemind beyond a useful lacky and a convenient amount of variety in bodies to run her hands all over. Maybe it's ego, then, as it usually always is. 

Hive blushes and feels hair being pulled in distant link, not sure how to answer Nova's question when she really is only with one right now. It's just that Joy's experiences feel like her own now, how can she explain that without betraying her mistress' one ironclad rule? "I only have eyes for you, boss. I'm only seeing you... you mentioned punishing me?"

"Hivemind... punishment can come in many shapes and forms, I've had to interrogate my fair share of villains so I tend to know how to read people rather well. You want me so badly, a part of that is because you know you can't have me. I'm so far above you it isn't even funny. I'll do you the kindness of laughing at the distance anyway. You should laugh with me, alllllll the way down to the floor." With a firm shove, Hive is pushed out of Nova's lap and finds herself crashing onto the floor of the Nova Hero Agency's top floor office. 

Ignoring the pain in her knees, Hivemind looks up meekly and lets out a shy giggle to comply with her given orders. "Mmmh... Nicole, I... hehe, you're the only one of the big four I haven't been able to sleep with. Myself included, obviously."

"I know, Hive, you're an endgame slut and you're damn good at it. You wanted to crawl, so crawl. Here, I'll lower my chair for you." The expensive office chair gently adjusts as Hivemind eagerly crawls back towards Nova and buries her overheating face into one of the woman's parted thighs. Nicole is still in costume, ready to save the day at a moment's notice while she's on the clock. Such a fucking hero, thinks Hive, her thoughts consumed by giddy lust. 

"Hive? Oh my god I only just noticed this branch from the sudden spike in heartrate and ah... is that who I think it is? Did Miss Murmur put you up to this?"

With her cheek still burning a hole in Nova's outfit, Hivemind feels a shudder at Miss Williams' voice reaching her through those invisible roots she's tethered to. The thighs slowly close around her face and a strong hand pushes her even deeper into them, fingers curling into her hair with a possessiveness Nova has only ever displayed with her former receptionist before now.

"You realise you're living out one of my... one of Joy's biggest fantasies right now, right? I... I tell you what. Let's swap, my Broodmare is up for another round soon and uhm... I may not be Nova's number one fan anymore but those thighs feel so heavenly that I..."

Without giving Hivemind a chance to respond, I take the reins in a rather ironic turn of phrase and immediately find myself overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation before me. I'm suddenly in another body, kneeling in my former idol's top floor office with my head smothered by her playful thighs. It's cathartic, and it's terrifying. Will she notice the switch? Not likely, I'm just as needy and we all know it. After what just happened, maybe I'm in good need of a strong hero to punish me for all those evil deeds I just committed! She doesn't have to know about all that, not yet, so I'll consider this paying it forward.

Nova's fingers grip my hair and pull my head away from heady flesh, inspecting me with a smugness I could die for. I was just having my hair pulled, if I'm not careful it'll become a mainstay fetish of mine... I'm starting to think it'll be a long list, gosh I'm such a slut. I don't need Hivemind to tell me anymore. "Did you figure out your punishment yet, Hivemind?" Nova's dripping, cloying smugness makes me feel queasy even if I know I should be wary of her after everything Murmur told me. I mean, I don't remember most of the things Murmur tells me, but I still remember how to feel and that's what's most important... I think. 

"Mrrr?" I sound just as lost and needy as the kitty who was in my place only moments ago, tilting my head and kissing over the material of her costume as I try to please her best I can. 

"I'm not going to let you fuck me, Hive, but I'll let you get so close it drives you to orgasm anyway. Here, let me show you just how powerful need can be even when it's left unfulfilled. Nurture your need into something less greedy, more disciplined. You love being put in your place, don't fucking lie to me and suggest otherwise." I do, I really do... I mean, I just learnt that even after breaking bad I'm still such a needy submissive when the occasion calls for it. Strong women are the best, with Broodmare it was the fact that she was my slave that let me know I still had the power at the end of the day. Here, it's the deceit that gives me leverage over Nova in the dynamic. So long as I'm secretly on top, I can indulge these submissive tendencies to my heart's content. 

Superpowered touch forces my face deeper and deeper as my knees scramble to fill the space beneath Nova's chair, inching closer until my nose brushes her mound through wicked weave. I see her game now, she's going to make me lose my mind with mounting desire while never intending to relinquish a drop of her sex in earnest. I'm going to degrade myself by huffing and kissing and... ah, gosh, I can see just how effective this is already. The power play is hotter than if she just let me tonguefuck her, how does that even make sense? 

My hands shoot down to start touching myself unprompted, thinking that there's no way the golden goddess could even see the movement. Like she has as many extra eyes as I do, Nova kicks my hands away with swatting foot before pushing my kneeling legs apart with her boot. I understand immediately, no psychic link required to read her mind here. With a demure look I make sure she doesn't overlook, I pull my hips up and straddle the woman's boot. When I lower down onto it and feel my sex against her leather shin, I gasp out weakly. My lips purse and embarrassment flushes my cheeks which can barely get any redder. This body feels so different to mine, the pleasure has a different flavour to it I need to adjust to. It isn't that she's more or less sensitive than Joy, she's just... unique.

"Slow, or I push your face away. I know you don't want that, it's right where it belongs right now. Isn't it, honey?" Nova is not at all the woman I thought she was, but right now she's not acting too far off how she would in my dreams. Wait, are these definitely my dreams I'm recalling? I was a huge Nova fangirl, sure, but I wasn't even a lesbian until recently. When those thighs begin to suffocate me again and I start grinding in steady motion to dictated pace, I come to an earth shattering epiphany. 

I simply don't fucking care anymore. 

"Let me know if you need to take a break, dear, so I can be sure to cruelly ignore your request and double my efforts." Murmur hums, fingers digging into Mint's shoulders from behind while her captive lets out long, laboured breaths. Resisting is tiring, but she'll hold on for as long as she's able to regardless. The first toy let out a high frequency subliminal that continues to distract Mint even now, Murmur having taped down the trigger and left it on her side table. The second toy was a rolling injector that filled her body with microscopic machines working to up her sensitivity tenfold. These, in combination with Mint's slave chip overriding the pleasure centre in her brain, are already too intense to handle for very long. Murmur isn't one to leave things there even with an inevitable victory on the horizon, where's the fun in a game that plays itself?

"Third toy, this one fits like a glove." Dark lips curl upwards, darker circles descending upon an exhausted Mint from above. Seems they share something in common at long last. 

"It... it is a f-friggin glove, miss. Ah... darn it!" The humiliated woman bites her lip and groans, already feeling compelled from Murmur's instructions not to curse... and to address her superior respectfully. She hates this, biting the air in front of her defiantly while Murmur secures voice modulator to her face with a playful wink. 

"Two for the price of one, I actually know how these ones work because you were so kind as to supply instructions. Was this supposed to be a commercial venture, I wonder? For what, bedroom play or ah, worker incentive? I'm sure Nic shut you down fast in any case, had to keep a copy for the collection right?" Judging by how scrappy it is, loose wires creasing with each flex of her fingers and the voice sounding less than pleasant to the naked ear, it is no doubt the original. Or more specifically, the prototype. 

"Medical use, jerk. I don't have to explain to you, maybe it'd have been useful for you too if your body weren't so darn stubborn." Staring up at the looming fingers, Mint decides not to admit how intimidating Murmur sounds with that deep, discordant tone of prototype modulator. Ever since Murmur snapped and Mint awoke fully undressed, she's felt so vulnerable and helpless, an itch she just can't scratch as miss lays her bare. 

"That makes one of us then, because your body is all too giving." Gloved hand slides languidly down Mint's bare shoulder as fingers cup around one of her pretty breasts. The tip of each finger sparks against the skin, cool metal plates quickly heating up and making Mint perspire. Murmur's fingers dig more deliberately into the flesh and the loose sparks cease, instead a current seeming to pulse and make Mint's artificially sensitive flesh feel intense euphoria she could not feign indifference to if she tried. 

"A-ahhn..." The woman gasps, somewhat glad her prototype only has one glove lest Murmur be dualwielding tits right now. That circuited grope makes her dizzy with all it's preliminary tingles, but they both know this is only the beginning. 

"That much from just the default touch, hm? Maybe you're just a slut. A nerdy goody-two shoes hero who can't even say swears but secretly craves her owner's supercharged fingers, wanting them to roam and ravage. How's that sounding, Mint?" 

The woman sighs and pushes her thighs together, hating how effective that voice is in combination with touch even if they're not even in proper use yet. "I'm none of those things you insane harlot. Why the juvenile insults?"

"Oh because, well, it's sort of funny to see how much such childish accusations really get to you. You're so desperate not to fit the stereotype that it's a little adorable, I thought it might be fun to reduce your efforts to a puddle of arousal dripping away all those parts of you that rebel against destiny. I'll make you a cartoon character, Mint, a stammering mess of a woman who's only use is sitting behind a computer and spouting technobabble. So pure and sheltered that crass language seems an extreme to you and your unrequited love towards your boss is fittingly sad. That would be me by the way, the only woman who can bring you true pleasure."

"Haaahhh! Hahh... ffffffu-frig!" Mint's entire body rocks against Murmur's impossible touch, sensations from each fingertip jolting her with more pleasure than she can handle. 

"Whoops, I think it's set to max. I'm not trying to wipe your mind entirely, though a pleasure addicted sex toy who can no longer remember her own name does sound interesting. I'm not so evil, not at this moment anyway. Any friend of Nicole's is a friend of mine, right? That's what I told you when we first shook hands anyway." Murmur releases Mint's breast and turns the dial on the back of her gloved hand to a more appropriate level, lacing her fingers into the other's mischievously. "Pain."

"Hrrrk--" 

"Shush, shush... I've got you, see, I'll just squeeze your hand gently." Murmur wears a sadistic smile as she does just that, sending a jolt of sharp pain through Mint's body. It's cruel, but when the pain is quickly replaced by pleasure again the tech in her body cannot help but make her ailing mind feel gratitude to the woman saving her from such discomfort. "Pleasure." The fingers unlace from Mint's hand and walk over her midriff, Murmur circling around her captive with a pleasant hum turned into jarring noise by the mask. "Numb." Her hand roughly cups the other's sex and as the metal tips get to work, Murmur turning the dial until Mint no longer has access to that heat between her legs. "I'll give it back if you're good for me, pet, but remember that it won't stop dripping just because you're unaware of it. Quite the opposite if I had to guess." Smirking under the mask, Murmur runs a finger down Mint's slit before pushing it inside gradually. "Your body still reacts even if you're charmingly unmoved! Ah, this is so fun... no hero to come in and punch my lights out while I indulge in such potent villainy."

Mint's hips buckle and she finds herself traitorously wishing she could feel the pleasure she's now being deliberately denied. This really is a torture of sorts, even if she's beginning to forget that she's meant to hate it. It's like she has to protect her mind from every angle. When pleasure and numbness both pose equal threat, there is no safety left to flee to. 

"You're pretty for an introvert, but I think you'd look cuter with some big dorky glasses on don't you? Ah, that's rather mean girl of me... did you know that Nicole used to wear a pair back before she went super. I was actually responsible for her switching from contacts, a silly thing to be self conscious about when she looked so cute with her face framed by the glasses I picked out for her. Of course, she doesn't wear them anymore, so I stole them back a while ago. My proudest heist yet, Nova Tower, and she didn't tell a soul." Murmur pouts a little in thought. "Or maybe she never noticed they were missing, heh..."

Taking controlled breaths while Murmur's fingers crawl over her sides, Mint can't find the strength to make this into a two sided conversation, blinking a few times while she tries to figure out where Murmur is going with all of this... oh right, of course. 

"We're just in luck, I found a pair of glasses that are gonna suit you perfectly. So clunky and awkward, it's a match made in heaven." Reaching for the side table yet again, Murmur takes the glasses and gently pushes them onto Mint's face until they rest nicely on the bridge of her nose, vision obscured by untrustworthy lenses. Another prototype she soon replaced with the contacts worn by her dronielle. The moment Murmur turns the subliminal glasses on, Mint knows to close her eyes and wonders with a shameful lipbite exactly how the woman intends to pry them back open. 

Smooth metallic touch rolls up Mint's stomach and over her chest, the restrained subject making sure to keep her eyes closed to avoid any further compromise even if she's only being stubborn at this stage. Murmur grins and adjusts the dial while Mint isn't looking before confidently pressing sparking fingers into flesh. "Look." Only single word prompts register properly and so she was torn between this and open, but knows the slut would have likely interpreted that much differently.

With little to no resistance, Mint's eyes flicker open and she looks dead ahead through those seductive glass lenses. Images flicker onto the glass through microscopic projectors in the frame and Mint knows all too well what they're telling her. It's your typical brainwashing amuse-bouche, telling her to obey and submit and... ah, she's feeling the rush of having done as instructed again even if given no choice. At this point, what is choice? 

"That's a lot of tech cooperating to make you mine, Captain Colgate. I don't think you'll be able to hold out much longer given how pathetically wet you've gotten." Murmur's teasing is just as hypnotic as the subliminals now, she can't trust herself to listen but can't help herself from following. It just feels too good to be docile like this, rewarded for the compliance with chemicals that make her toes curl. 

"I... I have?" Mint asks without a hint of defiance or doubt, feeling so desperate to reconnect with her disconnected desires down below.

"Oh yes, maybe if you give me just a slither of submission I'll consider returning that lost lust. Temptation and want are so difficult to deny, aren't they pet?" The gloved hand crawls over Mint's chest, electricity kissing her skin into compliance so subtly as the fingers make their way to firmly hold the woman's neck. Mint has never given a meeker look in her life, fitting given that it's the culmination of her life's work that now leads her to the mental slaughter. 

"Yes..." The confused, needy woman mutters under her heavy breath in response. Her voice is hushed and shameful, but determined all the same. "I-I'll be good, whatever you want I just... ahhn!"

Mumur tilts the other's chin up with those sparking fingers until her head leans back against the metal table, the professor having not considered any touch from elsewhere. She didn't even notice Murmur removing the mask, only finding out when those matte black lips closed around her overly sensitive nipple and began to suck like a greedy babe. "Mmf..." After a quick teasing of teeth and a parting lick, the woman pulls away and tilts Mint's face by her chin to have their eye contact fall so naturally. A smear of black darkens Mint's breast, every part of her body now conditioned to be laughably desperate for more. "Your body is so erotic now, but how about your mind? Even while you're staring over at me so wide-eyed, those subliminals between us make you that much easier to manipulate. It all works in tandem, it's really rather beautiful in a way. It's like, you remember why you're supposed to resist me, but it just doesn't seem as important anymore right? Your priority should be pleasing me, impressing me. I know you want to, most people do."

"M-Miss... I... how can I impress you?" Speaks the toy in training, not wanting to overstep her bounds beyond this. A part of her still wants to spew profanity, but when that's not an option why even bother trying?

Her other fingers still pressing firmly into Mint's chin, holding the girl's face and her destiny in a single weak hand, Murmur brushes metallic thumb over the woman's lips. "Open." Before anything else, Mint does as she's told, lips so tingly and stimulated by the light electrolysis. After she has done her duty and complied, the woman flicks her eyes over to Murmur and gasps through those freshly parted lips. 

"That's correct dear, I no longer need the mask and its modulator to stir you into action. Does that make you feel owned? It should, maybe by the end of this first and last session between master and slave, my bare fingers will stimulate your body and mind just as well as this gloved touch." Murmur makes no attempt to mask her smugness, causing Mint to gulp rather cartoonishly. Before the restrained woman can consider babbling in response to her new owner's mocking tone, a sparking thumb pushes into her mouth as cool metal presses into her soft tongue and completes the circuit of control once more. "I'm going to need to do some rather extensive personality adjustment, I won't rewrite you entirely but I want to make you as entertaining as possible for me until my business with Nic has been concluded. So for the next few hours, comrade, you should bid your thoughts adieu!"

"Wh-whhuh?" Mint's lips close around the thumb in demure act sure to please, the muscle in her mouth going limp against electrostimulation. 

"Empty." Murmur grips that face tight, deciding to turn off her toy for a while so she can mess around with the wires inside. 

"Nnnh..." But Mint persists, looking haggard as she puts up one final struggle for the ownership of her mind and the future of her personality. Like all of the big four, her ego is impressive. 

"Ah, you're so fun. I was hoping you wouldn't make it easy, glad to see you don't disappoint. I'm going to revel in the slow fade of expression on that adorably determined face of yours, cutie. Lights out, now. Empty."

Mint groans tiredly against the thumb pushing her tongue down, the current making her entire body so compliant even if her mind hangs on by endless threads. Murmur realises that the woman has more fight than she thought, but almost reaches a giggle when she remembers the trump card. "Okay, Mint. You know this defiance of yours is only effective because you're managing to focus on it, right? An overwhelming distraction would break you wide open. Empty."

Eyes dull for a fraction of a second before Mint thrashes her entire body in newfound struggle, fight or flight must have kicked in when the reality of becoming blank and rewritten finally occurred to her waning sense of reason. 

"Empty." With her free hand, Murmur begins to fingerfuck her slipping beauty with skill she had rekindled against her Joytoy. Ironically, her partner before that was a staunch top. 

It takes Mint a few seconds after the spoken word to realise something is different this time, her body is still thrashing but it does so to another tune. Unfortunately, her mental faculties are too overwhelmed right not to figure out the obvious, even if she can't consciously register the touch it still makes her weaker the closer she gets to that delightful edge. 

"Empty." Mint's vision begins to blur, her back slick with hot sweat and her folds glossy against Miss Murmur's commanding touch. It's all too much, if she could feel it all she'd have broken already. 

"Empty." This time, her eyes slowly cross before she blinks back into the forefront and slowly sucks on that pulsing thumb like she's forgotten where she is. Her hips rock against the touch and yet, Mint still hasn't figured out she's being fucked. Mentally and physically, fucked. 

"I'm very impressed with how long you held out, I don't think any of the girls I've been messing with lately would have gotten past the first toy hahaha. It has been a pleasure, Mint, but I can tell you're getting close now. In ah, more ways than one~" That well lubricated thumb pops out of Mint's limp mouth and the fingers trail down her entire body in a teasingly drawn out motion to build anticipation. Somewhere, roughly half way down her torso, Mint finally figures out what's going on. Knowing only makes her easier. 

"M-Miss, please..."

"Please stop?" Murmur's hand stops just past Mint's belly, fingers still sparking against the skin and softening her up. 

The desperate thing shakes her head pathetically, panic flooding her at the other's playful pause. "Please... let me feel it!"

"Good toy. Very well then." Murmur's gloved hand spreads fingers evenly over Mint's messy crotch. "Feel."

"A-ahhh! Oh f-frig... oh crap oh darn oh g-g-goddd... I'm so close!" Mint doesn't even care how humiliating her forced censorship feels anymore, it sort of fits anyway, she's just an embarrassing person. To be a self-proclaimed hero so turned on by a villain's touch you start begging her to finish you off, she's hopeless!

"Empty." The hand moves to take over, now pleasuring the girl with light electrostim while dulling the intensity with empty. It's a push and pull act, breaking her willpower bit by bit. Does she lean into the dull thoughts or the strong stimulation? The answer is both, she can't escape her own temptation to fall deeper into control anymore. Not when it feels this overpowering. 

"Ahhh... mmmgh... empty... I'm empty and I'm uh, really hot... you really got me good, Miss." The failure of hero lets her eyes glaze some, only able to focus on two sensations that make up her world right now. Pleasure and empty. Empty pleasure and a pleasurable emptiness that hold her hand as they frolic in this newfound nothing. She never knew that oblivion could feel so amazing, like her first time with the wand stretched out into infinity. 

"Good girl, Mint. I'll take good care of you, probably. Empty."

"E-Empt...y... gosh... sl-slipping..." It's interesting to see a subject soften and dull into emptiness while experiencing extreme pleasure. By all rights she should be moaning and thrashing in pleasurable throes, but she's just letting the lust wash over her like a fine polish to give that blank stare a new lustre. Her body is still so erotic, but it doesn't need her mind for that. "I... I like you miss, make me cum... please?" An empty giggle follows, the last coherent sound to leave those lips for a long while. When she's finally brought to climax, Mint's practically speaking in tongues, sighing out gibberish with a calm that does not match her convulsions. 

"Empty."

This time, Mint doesn't respond, chest rising and falling heavily as her body rides out that post orgasm autonomously. Murmur circles back around and gently pets that matted hair, kissing the empty doll's cheek. "Aren't you, dear?"

"Y e a h..." 

"Rise and shine, Rose. It's a new morning, probably. I don't keep track of day and night as much as I probably should, sleep is as elusive to me as I am to this city's guardians. Does that irk you, pretty?" Murmur pinches Wild Rosary's cheek and the woman spits, only then realising her gag has been taken off. 

"You... what the fuck did you do to Mint? Change her back, you freak, or we'll--"

"We? You mean Nova, right? All you three ever did was use her as a crutch, let her swoop in to take over when your baddies got too hard to handle. Really embarrassing shit, lady, and I'm sort of an expert on that. That woman now feels like she has to run this entire city by herself and for what? You've all taken advantage of her need to be the best, to be a hero. It was the same before she went super, everyone relied on her so much for that mission she ended up agreeing to every reckless request like she had to. She's a victim of her own ego, and you're the filthy fucking parasites who take advantage. At least mission control didn't wear silly costumes." Murmur twists fingers into Rosary's hair and considers slamming that head against the table before remembering that she's a cunning villain, not a violent one. 

"Miss Murmur! I ah, I've located Orchard for you. The coordinates have been sent to your phone now, I'm just tracking hers though so she must have it on. Did you try just calling her? N-not to imply you're uhm... not to say... ah darn..." 

Sharing a gleeful look with a tortured Rose, Murmur turns on her heels with a smirk and steps over to her girl in the chair. Hands drop down onto Mint's shoulders and the meek thing tenses up, retracting into her long white coat with a shameful blush. "Don't be silly, I value your input. Can you make it safe to call her, then? You're not the only hero in this city to have some technical knowhow and so I don't want to risk being listened in on."

Mint lights up, excited for the opportunity to prove herself to her superior, to her idol. "Yes! I-I, I can encrypt it easily and you can trust in my tech... okay?" 

"Always, you're the best Mint." Murmur tilts the girl's head to the side after brushing hair out of her face, kissing her slowly before pulling back and snapping her fingers. "Alright then, get to it. No time like the present and oh what a gift it is."

"Yes Miss!"