Operation Phoenix

Whilst Ultragirl had been captured, broken, and rebuilt, you had been busy carrying out your endgame: Operation Phoenix.

Whilst you had laid low, your loyal spy organisation - the 'XX League' - had prepared to topple every government on the planet in one fell swoop. They had already infiltrated almost every ruling party on the planet before you seized control of the League, so they were perfectly placed to slowly convert key figures to recognise you as their {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}. By the time Ultragirl and S.P.E.R.M. had attacked your base, every head of state on the planet were subject to your will, though they weren't aware of it. You also targeted major media companies, food and drink producers, and multinational organisations such as the UN and the Global Superhero League. Everything was in place.

Ultragirl had attacked, and fallen perfectly into your trap. With her out of the way, you gave the go order for Operation Phoenix. Around the world your agents began converting the entire population of Earth into your personal **** harem. In some cases, it was done the old-fashioned way; your servants would feed their target a replicate of your semen, manually reprogramming them to recognise their true place as your ****, and instructing them to go and convert others. Other times, you went for a more scalable approach. Major food producers, drinks factories, even tap water suppliers were infiltrated by XX League Agents, and their products contaminated with a synthesised concoction of Emma's creation. Your home-grown genius had studied your unique physiology for months, and managed to not only create a variant of your cum that could restrain Ultragirl, but also a variant which would partially reprogram victims. Your semen already made women attracted to you, men afraid of you, and all people submissive to you; the step from submission to slavery was one that was not easy to biologically program, but not impossible. And when the day came, anyone who drank or ate a contaminated item was added to your harem within seconds.

Of course, the disadvantage of automatic conversion was that these people did not know to hide the truth of their servitude from the unconverted. So it was only a matter of time until the truth came out. However, the organisations and governments targeted by your XX League were chosen as part of a masterful information suppression strategy, which IQ had played no small role in planning. TV, radio, even newspapers failed to report the outbreak of people proclaiming to be slaves. Social media automatically hid posts on the topic, preventing public discussion, ensuring that nobody knew the scale of the problem.

24 hours after the start of Operation Phoenix, 4% of the global population had already been converted.

Eventually word spread, of course. About 36 hours after the operation started, governments across the world declared that there was no reason to be alarmed. That the strange cases of people claiming to be slaves were extremely isolated. TV stations explained that the cases were actually very unusual, and almost exclusively only found within their country. The newspapers postulated that it was the work of some supervillain that (insert your national superhero organisation here) would defeat. At 48 hours, the converted world population was at 26%.

People realised that the media was lying. That governments were lying. It became ever plainer as neighbours, friends, family, any and all of them were joining the cause. They realised that they couldn't rely on the Global Superhero League, whose only response was that they were 'investigating the problem'. But it was too late. They were rapidly becoming outnumbered by your servants, who multiplied exponentially. And it was taking them too long to realise that they couldn't trust their food and water. Worse, those supply chains were reaching their destinations across the globe, carrying ever-more of the contaminated foodstuffs to communities. Attempts to organise survivors on social media were suppressed before they could even start. Direct messaging services like WhatsApp and WeChat went offline due to 'technical issues'. Calls and texts didn't go through. The news reported that everything was under control, but if people were concerned, they could visit their local council. Word of mouth spread rapidly among the converted, and they began actively converting others. 72 hours into Operation Phoenix, 91% of the population of Earth was part of your harem.

The 9% that escaped that long were slowly reeled in. Some lived in very remote areas, and eventually received a visit from the local authority. Others, realising the severity of their plight, had run like they were in a zombie apocalypse. But they were running from perfectly intelligent humans, not mindless zombies - humans who occupied the entire planet. There was nowhere to run to. Eventually, they were apprehended, and saw the error of their ways.

There were a few holdouts that lasted more than a week. Isolated pockets, such as Pacific islands or rural communities realised the danger outside and turned themselves into fortresses. Their zero-tolerance, shoot-on-site policy for outsiders protected them, for a while. The dregs of the Global Superhero League managed to pull themselves together, and eventually set out for the Beaumont mansion, to try and take you out, in a futile hope that killing you would somehow free the world. Instead, they met the coup de grâce for the old world.

A figure, clad in black and gold, flew out to meet them. They were shocked, even relieved, to see Ultragirl, the most powerful superhero on the planet, who had mysteriously disappeared the day it all started. But their hope turned to fear as they noticed her dark, slutty costume, a corrupted version of her white-and-gold bodysuit. Not only that, but the contemptuous, depraved, sadistic smirk she bore. {if@ Images==true}

{endif}And then their fear turned to horror when she killed Blue Champion with a single blow.

A chaotic battle broke out, but they were no match. She was too fast. Too strong. Star Stacey, Razor, Striped Tiger, Point Blank, Vulpea, Power Boy... they all fell. Even the humongous Giga Man, and so-called Invincigirl. She beat every one of them into the ground, with a hauntingly euphoric grin. She took care to keep the women alive. But the men weren't always so lucky.

That fight marked the last meaningful resistance to your rulership - if it could even be called resistance. The world had begun changing weeks before they were defeated. Once 95% of the world population had been converted, they were allowed to open up and declare their subservience to you. Every country in the world celebrated for a full week, and images poured in from around the world of huge crowds thanking you for making them your slaves, grovelling before you.