Or so you think...

"Good morning, {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}."

Your eyes fly open at the unfamiliar voice. The first thing you notice is the bow and arrow, drawn to tension, pointing directly at you. The two girls snuggled against you stir, Amy blinking from the light, Emma anxiously drawing herself closer to your warmth.

From behind the fluttering curtains, moonlight shines through the ajar window into your master bedroom. And there, at the foot of your bed, stand two female heroes, ready to take you in. You immediately recognise the one holding you at arrowpoint: Artemis. Her long legs are clad in black thigh-high boots, exposing a tantalising amount of her creamy thighs. A midnight-blue garment barely covers her nether region, its colour matching her top, a blue thing streaked with silver that covers everything from her neck to just below her prominent breasts - with the exception of a circular boob window, exposing the deep, dark crevice between her pale orbs. Between the two garments there is only her narrow waist, and her visible six-pack, against the background of her flowing cape - silver on the side facing you, black on the exterior. A silver mask hides most of her face, silky black hair cascading over it - but the bright green eyes bearing down at you fiercely from behind it alone are enough to recognise her by.{if@ Images==true}
{endif}

The second hero trespassing in your bedroom is quite a lot shorter than Artemis; petite, on the curvy side, with milk chocolate skin - you quickly identify her as Phantom, the girl who can turn invisible. Her outfit is a lot simpler than her partner's: the Latina wears a skin-tight white bodysuit from neck to foot, though it's made of a curious material that reflects the moonlight in odd ways.{if@ Images==true}Knowing her face what she looks like, you can imagine what she might look like in a less stressful scenario:

{endif}Notably, she wears a high-tech mask over her nose and mouth. You presume Artemis has a similar device under her silver faceplate, to protect them against your pheromones. Last but not least, you note that Phantom is holding a pistol, pointing it warningly at the two nude girls who flank you.

{if Futa==true}"Welcome, girls," you smile effortlessly. "I would offer you to join us, but something tells me you have other ideas. What a shame."{else}"Usually girls only visit at this time of night for one reason," you remark coolly.

"Ew," says Phantom flatly.{endif}

Artemis draws her bow a fraction tighter. "{if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif} Abbott - or do you prefer Alpha? - I'm placing you under arrest for violation of the Mutant Act, and about three dozen other charges."

Even as your two slaves hug you protectively, you continue to smirk at the intruders. "What, was I not important enough for Ultragirl this time?"

You see the huntress's eyes narrow behind her mask. "No. You weren't."

"Stop stalling," says Phantom. "We're more than enough to take down {if Futa==true}a bitch{else}scum{endif} like you. You're arrogant; thinking you can mind-control these girls into liking you and get away with it, believing yourself untouchable thanks to your powers. This has been coming your way for a long time. Now get up and come with us." You make no move to do so. The Latina sighs, and cocks her pistol. "If you're waiting for your pet mutant genius to come rescue you, don't. I already took her out, and Gemini too. Don't worry -" she adds, seeing your expression, "- it was just a sleeping draught in her water. We're not here to hurt any of your victims."

Amy can't stay quiet any longer. "We're not victims!" the redhead proclaims indignantly. "We love {if Futa==true}Mikaela, and becoming her{else}Michael, and becoming his{endif} slaves was the best thing that ever happened to any of us!"

"Be quiet," sighs Phantom dismissively. "And you -" she points her pistol back at Emma. "Don't move, or speak. We know about your intellectual enhancements, too. I'll shoot your {if Futa==true}'mistress'{else}'master'{endif} in the leg if either of you try anything."

Your two nude bed-mates sink back into the bed, curled closely against either side of you.

"Now that's sorted, get up and come with us, {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}," orders Artemis.

You don't move. "Make me."

The raven-haired girl laughs shortly. "Funny. We're not killers, but we have pretty good doctors back at S.P.E.R.M.. I was going to let you do this with dignity, but I can just as easily knock you out with a blast from an arrow, and carry your **** body out of here." She nods to the open window, then raises her bow again. "Your choice, Alpha."

"Make me," you repeat, gently kissing Amy to reassure her.

The two heroines are silent for several seconds. The only sounds in the room are their breathing, your kisses, and the night breeze.

"What are you waiting for?" hisses Phantom eventually. "Knock {if Futa==true}her{else}him{endif} out, and fly him back!"

"I... I can't!" There's a definite note of fear in Artemis's voice. "You... shoot {if Futa==true}her{else}him{endif} in the leg, or something."

The Latina heroine looks at her partner in disbelief, but you speak up. "Go on then, Phantom. Shoot me." Her dark brown eyes flick between you and Artemis, totally bemused. You sigh impatiently. "If either of you can shoot me I'll come with you willingly."

Phantom turns her pistol on you, taking aim at your calf by the impression it gives the duvet. She blinks, and you see the muscles in her arms tensing as she prepares to pull the trigger. She holds there, for second after second, sweat rolling down the side of her face. Her steady hand starts shaking, just a little at first but ever-increasing, until she actually drops the weapon with a cry of disbelief. "How is this possible?"

You chuckle, and get up in the bed. As the covers fall from your {if Futa==true}sensuous Amazonian{else}muscular{endif} frame, the two heroines instinctively avert their eyes from your nakedness, but you pay them no mind. Walking down the bed, you reach out to cup Phantom's face. She tenses her arms as she sees you coming, as if to punch you, but does nothing as you softly trace the line of her neck beneath the mask, staring at you with wide-eyed fear.

"There's a certain irony in you calling me arrogant, when S.P.E.R.M. never even truly considered the possibility of a traitor in their midst."

"That's not possible," protests Artemis, shaking her head. You step closer to her, reaching her breast. She steps back, raising an arm to block you, but offers no resistance as you push past it and knead her soft flesh through the costume. She gasps helplessly. "We had Miss Veritas check everyone after the..."

You raise an eyebrow.

"Shit," the two heroines say in unison.

"She and Foxgloves have been very useful," you say, walking behind Artemis and feeling her ass, your dick pressing into her bare midriff{if Futa==true}, your nipples brushing against her back{endif}. She whimpers helplessly. "They don't even know that they are my agents, until I send them a message which activates them. Then they just need a small dose of my semen, diluted in a drink for example, to trigger a hypnotic state in another hero and reprogram them too. Naturally, making you incapable of harming me was first on the list, but I asked Carly to include a few other commands. For example, if I say the keyphrase 'mannequin'..."

Both heroines' bodies instantly relax, Artemis's bow clattering to the floor, her ineffective attempts to twist away from your touches coming to an abrupt end.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit," cries Phantom.

"...You become unable to consciously move any muscle outside your head," you finish.

Artemis's breathing is getting panicky, not helped by your hand rubbing under her crotch. "Let us go, and we'll... we'll..."

"You'll what?" you grin, glancing at Amy and Emma. Your two slaves beam back at you, greatly enjoying the show.

"You're a {if Futa==true}fucking bitch{else}monster{endif}," growls Phantom, though it comes out as more of a whimper. You cross the couple of steps to the Latina, who gazes up at you defiantly. You study her expression for a few moments, then slap her in the face. Her head stays tilted to the side, forcing her to look at you out of the corner of her eye as her breathing accelerates to match Artemis's.

"You don't speak to me like that," you whisper in her ear. "I shouldn't need to activate your full programming to teach you your place. Got that, plaything?"

She says nothing, just staring back at you. You sigh, and move Phantom's head back to staring straight ahead. "I'm not a cruel {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}. My slaves are happier and more fulfilled than they ever could have been without me. Isn't that right, girls?"

Amy and Emma eagerly chime in with rapid, overlapping affirmations of how wonderful it is to be yours. "Becoming your **** was the best thing that ever happened to me, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif} - I love you so much..." "Nothing will ever make you happier than serving {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}, I was such a boring nerd before, but now my life is better than I could have ever imagined!"

You turn back to the two immobile girls, who look at you with defiance and fear. "Sometimes, however, a {if Futa==true}mistress has to punish her slaves."{else}master has to punish his slaves."{endif}