A different vibe

Ultragirl knocked aside the door with one punch, the metal crumpling like cardboard. With a cautious confidence, she floated down the corridor, fists raised for anything that might be thrown at her. From the end of the corridor, she heard human voices, glasses clinking, laughing... moaning. When she finally emerged into the atrium, she was shocked at what she saw.

The atrium was filled with ridiculously beautiful women, in various revealing outfits - or no outfit at all. They were chatting, laughing, drinking, making out with one another. And at the centre of them was {if Futa==true}Mikaela. Evelyn was dismayed to recognise Rachel was one of the two women who clung to her side, stroking her muscular, sensual, feminine body and laughing at something she'd just said. What was even more disturbing was the sight of Girl 2.0, nude, kneeling between Mikaela's legs as she enthusiastically ate her pussy and sucked her... her cock??!! It was huge. Beautiful. Impossible. She tried to ignore it - but wherever she looked, she saw women engaging in unsightly lesbian lovemaking.{else}Michael. Evelyn was dismayed to recognise Rachel was one of the two women who clung to his side, stroking his muscular body and laughing at something he'd just said. What was even more disturbing was the sight of Girl 2.0, nude, kneeling between Michael's legs as she enthusiastically sucked his cock.{endif}

Ultragirl blinked, not sure if this was another illusion. But she could smell the scent of sex in the air. She shook her head in disbelief. The {if Futa==true}woman who thought herself capable of becoming queen of the world found her base was under attack by a superhero taskforce, and this was her reaction? She{else}man who thought himself a future ruler of the world found his base was under attack by a superhero taskforce, and this was his reaction? He{endif} was even more stupid and arrogant than she had thought. She was glad to see the rest of the superheroes and marines filtering into the atrium through various entrances, weapons readied at the seemingly oblivious tenants.

Trying not to pay attention to two nearby redheads openly groping one another's naked breasts - was that Missfire? - Ultragirl floated forwards, clearing her throat. "{if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif} Abbott, 'Alpha', you are under arrest. You are hopelessly outnumbered. Surrender peacefully, and your... concubines need not be harmed. But you must face justice for the atrocities you have committed."

Her speech finally drew the crowd's attention, as most of the girls turned to face her. Their expressions ranged from angry to contemptuous to amused to (disconcertingly) pitying.

{if Futa==true}After a few seconds that seemed to last an eternity, Mikaela slinked to her feet. The motion was smooth, elegant, defying the Amazonian woman's powerful build. She met her stare with a disdainful gaze, which held a sparkle of amusement, and a bass thrum of sheer lust. Just that look alone somehow stirred up Evelyn's insides. Girl 2.0 and the two girls flanking Mikaela also stood up, and the superheroine did her best not to look at her bared nipples, and her cock. Her huge, throbbing cock. It was like something out of a nightmare. Or a fantasy. She couldn't decide which. Ultragirl shook herself, and clenched her jaw. She just needed to not think about the fact that Mikaela was an incredibly well-hung hermaphrodite. Just don't think about it, and take her down.

"I think you've rather misunderstood your position here," Alpha smirked contemptuously. "I'm not outnumbered. And I won't be going anywhere." Ultragirl's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Swan?" She looked to her right, and the black-haired girl lifted an arm. Suddenly every single one of the marines was lifted into the air and slammed against the nearest wall, knocking every one of them ****. Before Evelyn could react, Mikaela uttered, "Everybody, cum."{else}After a few seconds that seemed to last an eternity, Michael stood up. He met her stare with a cool, confident gaze, that somehow stirred up Evelyn's insides. Girl 2.0 and the two girls flanking him also stood up, and the superheroine did her best not to look at his cock. His huge, throbbing cock. Ultragirl clenched her jaw. She didn't care how sexy he might be - he had to go down.

"I think you've rather misunderstood your position here," he smiled calmly. "I'm not outnumbered. And I won't be going anywhere." Ultragirl's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Swan?" He looked to his right, and the black-haired girl lifted an arm. Suddenly every single one of the marines was lifted into the air and slammed against the nearest wall, knocking every one of them ****. Before Evelyn could react, Michael uttered, "Everybody, cum."{endif}

At that word, every single woman other than Ultragirl cried out in a huge, synchronised orgasm. She watched, fearfully, as not only Alpha's harem, but Foxgloves, Artemis, Phantom, and Miss Veritas gasped and moaned and squirmed and collapsed to the floor, their bodies wracked by orgasms that looked more intense than anything the white-and-gold heroine had ever experienced.

"How... what have you done to them?" Ultragirl flew across the room until she was inches away from {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}, her fist drawn back ready for a punch.

"I hypnotised them," said {if Futa==true}Mikaela, still smirking confidently.{else}Michael, still utterly calm.{endif} "It's a trigger word. Like this one: activate."

Evelyn watched, shocked, as her fellow superheroes' stance shifted. Where Artemis had been getting to her feet with visible rage, she now shifted to a more relaxed posture. Foxgloves's frown turned to a relieved, knowing smile. Even the male heroes, Woodpecker, Hurricane and Bowler, relaxed their combat-ready stances, no longer looking at Alpha or {if Futa==true}her{else}his{endif} harem as the threat. Instead, they stood alongside the harem - looking at her.

The blonde shook her head. "We had Miss Veritas scour everyone's minds regularly. You couldn't have altered them without us knowing. This is an illusion. But there is nothing you can do to stop me. I will bring you to justice."

"Oh, honey, it's not an illusion," smiled Foxgloves. The green-skinned girl walked over to the floating heroine, who tensed but didn't move as her teammate placed a cool hand on her arm. "See?" Stems sprouted from Foxgloves's fingers, wrapping around Evelyn's forearm and sprouting into small pink flowers. The blonde could feel the plants pressing against her suit, smell the flowers. Maybe... it is real.

"Carly here was the first superhero to see the light, weren't you?" Foxgloves turned around, to nod happily at {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}. "I hypnotised her with some instructions to carry out, but made her forget what she was doing and why. She brought Khara to me, and I brought her into our group as well, again sending her back with no memory of her true purpose. Once your mind-reader was mine, converting the rest of S.P.E.R.M. to serve me was trivial."

Evelyn searched {if Futa==true}her eyes, looking for any hint of deception, processing her story... but her only conclusion was that she{else}his eyes, looking for any hint of deception, processing his story... but her only conclusion was that he{endif} was probably telling the truth.

"There is one flaw in your plan, though," glowered the blonde. "Me."

{if Futa==true}Ultragirl's punches could kill any ordinary human instantly. They could shatter concrete and stop trains. So when she threw a punch at Mikaela, a woman with only minor enhancements to her strength and resilience, she expected her to receive permanent brain damage - at the bare minimum.

She caught her punch.

Ultragirl stared in disbelief as she strained against the villainess's hand, which held her fist seemingly effortlessly. She tried again with her left arm - but Mikaela caught that punch with equal ease. She pushed against her, with strength that could tear titanium, but she somehow didn't budge. Now Evelyn's heart was pounding, her breaths shaky. She glanced at Rachel, wondering if the telekinetic girl was stopping her - but the girl clad in Black raised her palms innocently. Besides, her telekinesis wasn't nearly strong enough to directly fight Ultragirl. But... this didn't make sense either. S.P.E.R.M. scientists had analysed Alpha's abilities - it wasn't possible for her to increase her physical capabilities beyond two or three times the maximum of a regular human. So how was she doing this?

Then Mikaela bent her arms, twisting her wrists hard enough that she cried out in pain and disbelief, drawing her still closer to the futa. She kicked at her, but her blows bounced off her captor like a toddler assaulting an adult. It doesn't make sense. It doesn't make sense. The words kept swirling around her head.

"This... isn't possible..." groaned Ultragirl, as the villainess **** her back down to the ground, then to her knees. "How are you doing this?"

"Oh, darling. You're so cute. Thinking you ever had a chance against me," laughed Mikaela musically. "You've probably been told that you are immune to all biological or chemical attacks. But that's almost true. You're 99% immune to 99% of them. So you may be immune to my pheromones and my semen for all intents and purposes - but there are some weaknesses we can exploit. It turns out that the most potent, most basal element of my mutation is to induce respect for the Alpha. Emma was able to isolate the specific compound that triggers this response in the brain, and concentrate it to levels that would be lethal for everyone else. But for you... it makes you unable to physically fight me. And if I bind you..." she wrapped a steel cable around the heroine's wrists, and summoned Missfire. With a focused flame from her finger, she fused the two ends together. "...You cannot break your bonds."

She released one of her arms, allowing Ultragirl to try to snap the cable. The heroine took a few breaths first, working out her plan of action. She would have to knock out Black Swan first, which would distract Alpha and win her a second, allowing her to break the picture window and fly to safety. She couldn't believe she was thinking of escape, but for the first time in a decade her fight or flight instinct was screaming 'FLIGHT'. But when she tried to tear apart the cable, a trivial task for her - she couldn't. She tried again, tugging, but it felt like... well, like what she imagined steel felt like to normal people.

After trying a few more times, she let out a frustrated cry. "You're saying this is all in my head? That my own brain is stopping me from ripping your windpipe out of your perfect throat here and now?"

"Essentially," yawned her tormentor, squeezing her own breasts absent-mindedly. "In theory, those bindings could be made of paper, and no matter how hard you tried you'd still be unable to break them. But I've gone with steel to make sure you don't tear them by accident."

She tried kicking her again, throwing all of her supernatural strength into it, but it was just as ineffectual as all the previous times. Evelyn realised that she truly was a captive. For now, at least.

"Well, what's your plan now?" snarled the heroine. "Because it doesn't matter if you can restrain me, bitch. I'll eventually find a way out of here, and come back to kill you. And most of all, I will never be your ****."{else}Ultragirl's punches could kill a man instantly. They could shatter concrete and stop trains. So when she threw a punch at Michael, a man with only minor enhancements to his strength and resilience, she expected him to receive permanent brain damage - at the bare minimum.

He caught her punch.

Ultragirl stared in disbelief as she strained against his hand, which held her fist seemingly effortlessly. She tried again with her left arm - but he caught that punch with equal ease. She pushed against him, with strength that could tear titanium, but he somehow didn't budge. Now Evelyn's heart was pounding, her breaths shaky. She glanced at Rachel, wondering if the telekinetic girl was stopping her - but the girl clad in Black raised her palms innocently. Besides, her telekinesis wasn't nearly strong enough to directly fight Ultragirl. But... this didn't make sense either. S.P.E.R.M. scientists had analysed Alpha's abilities - it wasn't possible for him to increase his physical capabilities beyond two or three times the maximum of a regular human. So how was he doing this?

Then he bent her arms, twisting her wrists hard enough that she cried out in pain and disbelief, drawing her still closer to him. She kicked him, but her blows bounced off him like a toddler assaulting an adult. It doesn't make sense. It doesn't make sense. The words kept swirling around her head.

"This... isn't possible..." groaned Ultragirl, as he **** her back down to the ground, then to her knees. "How are you doing this?"

"You've probably been told that you are immune to all biological or chemical attacks," smirked Michael. "That's almost true. You're 99% immune to 99% of them. So, whilst you may be immune to my pheromones and my semen for all intents and purposes - there are some weaknesses we can exploit. It turns out that the most potent, most basal element of my mutation is to induce respect for the Alpha. Emma was able to isolate the specific compound that triggers this response in the brain, and concentrate it to levels that would be lethal for everyone else. But for you... it makes you unable to physically fight me. And if I bind you..." he wrapped a steel cable around her wrists, and summoned Missfire. With a focused flame from her finger, she fused the two ends together. "...You cannot break your bonds."

He released one of her arms, allowing Ultragirl to try to snap the cable. The heroine took a few breaths first, working out her plan of action. She would have to knock out Black Swan first, which would distract Michael and win her a second, allowing her to break the picture window and fly to safety. She couldn't believe she was thinking of escape, but for the first time in a decade her fight or flight instinct was screaming 'FLIGHT'. But when she tried to tear apart the cable, a trivial task for her - she couldn't. She tried again, tugging, but it felt like... well, like what she imagined steel felt like to normal people.

After trying a few more times, she let out a frustrated cry. "You're saying this is all in my head? That my own brain is stopping me from ripping your windpipe out from your throat here and now?"

"Essentially," nodded the villain. "In theory, those bindings could be made of paper, and no matter how hard you tried you'd still be unable to break them. But I've gone with steel to make sure you don't tear them by accident."

She tried kicking him again, throwing all of her supernatural strength into it, but it was just as ineffectual as all the previous times. Evelyn realised that she truly was a captive. For now, at least.

"Well, what's your plan now?" snarled the heroine. "Because it doesn't matter if you can restrain me. I'll eventually find a way out of here, and I will never be your ****."{endif}