Show them how helpless they truly are

The cool breeze from the open window only causes your cock to twitch against Artemis's side. The heroine flinches despite her hypnotic instructions. You will yourself to stop emitting pheromones, knowing the air will rapidly clear with this much ventilation. Slowly running your fingers along the sides of Artemis’s neck, you find a button on each side of her mask. You press it, and with a *click* the silver faceplate easily comes off, revealing a pale and drawn but nonetheless beautiful face beneath.

“Holly!” exclaims Amy suddenly.

You look to the redhead curiously. “Do you know -?”

“Well, technically no,” she explains. “But I used to watch her YouTube videos, before… all this.” Amy turns to the heroine excitedly. “I thought you made so many great points about the problems with inequality that our current society creates! I watched every one of your discussion videos the day they came out for, like, two years. I can’t believe I didn’t draw the dots between Holly and Artemis, the ‘modern-day Robin Hood’! And can I just say, you’re even prettier in real life – you’ll make such a good fuck-toy once -”

“Amy,” you interrupt sternly.

“Sorry {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}.” The redhead bows her head, cheeks flushed scarlet.

You turn your attention back to the two heroines, who remain motionless. “So. Holly.” She stares up at you, terror writ large in her green eyes. “The vigilante-turned superhero. What should I make you next?” You trail a finger along her soft cheek.

“Leave her alone, you… you perv!”

Phantom’s interruption irks you. “Be quiet, or I’ll make you be quiet, Maria” you {if Futa==true}sigh{else}warn her{endif}. “Yes, I know your name. That happens when you don’t have a mask as part of your costume.

“Now, where were we?” You begin running your fingers down Holly’s porcelain neck to her collarbone, feeling her rhythm of her panicked breathing. You can only imagine what the proximity of your naked body is doing to her composure.

But Phantom isn’t done. “We will never stop fighting you, {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}!” she proclaims defiantly. “No matter what you do to us, we will never give up. The other heroes will bring you in like the dog you are, and then we’ll -”

“Mute,” you say tiredly, without looking away from your exploration of Holly’s body. The Latina heroine’s voice suddenly cuts out.

“What – what did you do to her?” asks Holly breathlessly.

You cup her boobs, feeling their weight in your palms. They’re moderate in size{if Futa==true} - far smaller than yours - {else}, {endif}but both perky and soft. “I made her forget how to speak.”

You glance over at Maria. The petite girl’s face looks so scared she’s close to tears; her lips part, but she can only produce a low moan, not unlike a cow’s. She quickly shuts her mouth, trying futilely to blink away the tears that spill onto her cheeks.

“Don’t worry,” you murmur in Holly’s ear, “she can still understand us perfectly fine. I’ll restore her ability to speak once she’s learned to behave herself.” You {if Futa==true}press your boobs against her back, and {endif}slide your hands down the huntress’s bare midriff, savouring the feel of her muscular, slender abdomen beneath your fingers.

“…Please don’t hurt us.” The girl’s whisper is so quiet you barely hear it over the rustle of the sea breeze.

“Hurt you?” You walk in front of Artemis, take her unresisting hands in yours, and look her in the eye. “I would never hurt a creature as beautiful as you. And I would never damage a useful ****, even one as annoying as your friend Maria. But sometimes there have to be consequences for misbehaviour.

“Girls – why don’t you dress and pose our second mannequin in a more interesting manner?”

Amy and Emma eagerly jump out of bed, revealing they’re wearing only lingerie as they manipulate Phantom like a life-size doll, peeling the white costume off her stiff body. You do the same to Artemis, sliding off her gloves, cape and boots, savouring the feel of her toned calves, the scent of her nubile feet. You move the heroine’s arms above her head, then lift her top off, sliding it easily over her unmoving head to reveal her unconstrained breasts. They’re perky, and feel great to squeeze and lick. Holly can’t help a whimper of pleasure, biting her lip even as she holds her arms where you left them. Running your hands down her taut abdomen, you gently remove her bikini piece. Her brown bush is neatly shaved, a triangle pointing to her treacherously wet pussy. Holly’s breath catches as your fingers find her engorged clit.

“{if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}, we’ve finished,” coos Emma. You look over, to see your slaves have turned Phantom into a Latina whore. Her nipples poke through a too-small tank top, and her denim shorts are cut so high that every inch of her milk chocolate thighs is visible to you. Her lips have been painted scarlet red, and Amy is just finishing off a hastily-applied mascara. The most remarkable thing, however, is the pose your slaves have chosen for her. Maria stands with her legs parted, leaning forwards as she uses both hands to push her boobs together in a dirty display of lust. Maria’s cheeks are definitely darker than usual as she does her best to glower at you, tears running through her makeup.{if@ Images==true}

{endif}

“Not bad,” you say, walking over to admire your slaves’ handiwork. You’re a particular fan of the way her butt is so pronounced in this pose. Its firm shape feels great under your hands. You hear her take a breath as your dick rests between her ass cheeks. “I did have another idea, though.” You quickly adjust the petite girl’s pose. Now she has both hands tussling her hair, pushing her chest forwards as she puts her weight on her left leg and juts her hip out. She’s the picture of a Latina hotpot.{if@ Images==true}

{endif}

“What do you think, Holly?” you ask the nude heroine, who still stands with her arms above her head. “Should we turn your friend into a whore or a hotpot?”