She is locked into the chair

Starlight could only loll helplessly as she was carried around the room, her vision restricted to a few glimpses off the receptionists shiny rubber covered rear and clicking heels as she strode towards the device she had chosen.

A moment later the heroine felt herself being lowered and slipping into one of the leather padded chairs she had examined earlier, her limp form sinking into the soft leather padding of its surface. Gloved hands reached out and cupped her face, slender fingers brushing teasingly against her lips as they guided her head back into the cradle that would hold her head utterly immobile. The hands withdrew as she settled back against her will, and a moment later she felt the pads begin to squeeze in, gently encircling the sides of her head until she knew she wouldn't be able to move even and inch, such was the pressure.

She tried to gasp as she felt a pair of cold metal bands against the side of her neck, the two halves of a thick collar slowly sliding against her skin as the spread around her throat. The heroine tried once again to lift her limbs, to reach up and stop the slow inexorable movement of the collar, but the **** was still in full effect. She felt the two halves connect with an ominous click that made her shudder inside. Even if the **** wore off, she doubted that she could break it unaided, and the thought terrified her. She was trapped here, at the mercy of these people and she didn't know what to do!

The gloved hands returned, taking hold of each limb in turn and securing it against the chair with thick leather straps and metal cuffs. Starlight could feel her panic rising with each successive click of the cuffs, and her breath came in short, sharp gasps. Slowly, she felt the first vestiges of strength returning to her, but by now it was far too late. She was locked in, exposed, and had no way to escape the attentions of the Secretary, who chose this moment to strut around to her side and lean in close the bound heroines face.

"How are you doing Starlight? Are you quite comfortable? I hope so as you'll be here for quite a while!" Her lips twisted into a wicked smile as she looked down at the bound heroine, one finger idly tracing a line down the girls chest towards her crotch. "Do you know what we do in here? This is where we take all of our product for their 'reeducation'. First of all they get strapped up into one of these wonderful devices, much like yourself. Then, once they are locked in with no chance to break loose, we start to play with them. Just little teasing touching, here and there. Nothing much, but you'd be surprised how effective it is. You know for many people this is a fantasy come true right? You ought to be a little more appreciative of the attention I'm showing you."

Her fingers continued to stroke and slide across the leather of Starlight's catsuit, tracing the swell of her hips and brushing tantalizingly close to her pussy. She continued to speak the whole while, her fingers punctuating each sentence with yet more delicate touches.

"It really helps to... loosen their inhibitions for the next step." A moment later there was a click, followed by a whirring sound as something mechanical began to move outside of Starlight's limited field of vision. A second later something dropped over her eyes without warning, pressing itself against her face and blocking out all other light. Her breath hitched again at the sudden loss of vision and she heard the redhead laugh tauntingly.

"Oh I do love that bit, they always jump! Your now wearing a pair of glasses, or Virtual reality goggles if you prefer. These are going to stream images and video at you constantly, beaming them straight into your mind. If you try and close your eyes, they will sense it and become so bright you wont be able to bear it. It's going to be a never ending sensory overload for you! By the end, your mind is going to be putty in our hands. Oh all the things I can with you..."

"Now don't worry, I wont be leaving you alone, I'll be right beside you the whole time. I'm sure you hero types are pretty resilient mentally. But we've seen through plenty of experience that mental fortitude crumbles swiftly in the face of sexual arousal, and I have you here, all exposed and ready for me. What's a girl to do? I cannot wait to play with you."

Starlight's mind was in turmoil, what the hell was happening, how would she escape? She clenched and unclenched her fists, straining against the bonds that held her down to no avail. The redhead's laugh sent another shiver down her spine and added to the wave of panic that swept through her. What was she going to see? What torments would they inflict on her? What might they turn her into?

"Now, let's get started."