Suit up

You walk out of Rachel's room, nodding to Amy who curtsies as you pass. You head for the billiards room, which Emma has converted into a laboratory. Whilst Asami's mutation makes her particularly suited for hacking and strategic planning, Emma has used her enhanced intelligence to become an expert in the study of {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif} Abbott. The room is filled with vials of fluid, some hissing and bubbling from heat or titration, whilst several computer monitors show the progress of simulated reactions. On another workbench, two 3D printers are busily working. In the far corner you find Emma herself, wearing a white lab coat whilst carefully loading a white liquid into what look like tranquiliser darts.
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"{if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}." The brunette quickly kneels, looking happily up at you.

"What do you have for me?"

Emma gets back to her feet and shows you the dart she had just been loading. "As you have noticed, some mutants appear to be more resistant to your pheromones than others. Whilst Rachel accepted you quickly, Ultragirl appears immune, or at least close to immune to your pheromones. I have taken a sample of your semen and isolated the compounds which compel recipients to desire you - not that any{if Futa==true}one{else} woman{endif} could look at you without desiring you," she laughs. "I've loaded the suspension into darts, which when shot into a target will inject them with those compounds. Each colour dart represents a different concentration: green is a low dose - it'll make mutant males somewhat more afraid of you, or submissive to your authority. Mutant females will feel somewhat increased arousal, specifically towards you. When this dart hits something, it triggers an internal reaction that destroys the dart in under a second. All the target will feel is a prick; by the time they turn their head, the dart will have delivered its payload and vaporised. Unfortunately these specific compounds in your cum are actually quite corrosive when concentrated, so I didn't have space in the dart to install this in the other colours. They take about half an hour to decompose."

She hands you another dart. "Red is high dose. Mutant males will find it almost impossible to resist your authority, and females will find it just as impossible to resist your sexuality. It'll also make mutant females very horny in general. And finally:"
She places a black-tipped dart in your palm. "The nuclear option. I was only able to make this one dart in time for this meeting, but we've got more on the way. I'll leave it to you to find out what this one does." You hold the dart up to the light, examining it carefully, before gently replacing it in its pocket.

Emma looks at you seriously. "Remember, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}, these are doses for mutants only. Use these on an ordinary human and the effects would be multiplied tenfold. The red dart would send them to a mental asylum for the rest of their life. The black dart would probably be lethal."

"Good work," you nod, looking over the case of darts. Lying next to it are two black tranquiliser guns - a pistol and a sniper rifle. They're obviously no match for Ultragirl's impervious skin, but they might be useful against lesser heroes.

"I also have your suit ready," continues Emma, opening what you now realise to be a wardrobe. Inside you find a maroon suit jacket, {if Futa==true}made to contain your extraordinary figure, with matching maroon trousers, white shirt, and black heels.{else}with matching waistcoat and trousers, plus a black tie, white shirt, and black shoes.{endif}

"May I?" offers your ****. You nod, and she begins to undress you, her hands softly lifting the clothes off you. You hear her breath catch every time a new area of your body is revealed, until you stand there in only your underwear, and the brunette can't help but gawk at the sight.

"Emma," you say sternly, though a smile tugs at your lips.

"S-sorry, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}," she says, shaking her head. On go the trousers, the shirt, {if Futa==true}the heels,{else}the tie, the shoes, the waistcoat,{endif} and the jacket. You look at yourself in the mirror. It fits perfectly, tailored beautifully to your body{if Futa==true}, the shirt appearing to be just on the edge of bursting from the pressure of your breasts, whilst you leave enough buttons undone to display your fantastic cleavage{endif}. The suit speaks of confidence, strength, sophistication - and it looks damn good on you. You chose this shade of maroon to be suave{if Futa==true} and seductive{endif}, yet instantly recognisable.

"Excellent."

"Is it to your liking, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}?" Emma says, hands clasped behind her back. "It's untearable, bulletproof, as you requested, and there's a radio sewn into the collar."

"It is very much to my liking," you reply, fingering the lightweight fabric. "You deserve some downtime for your hard work. I'll grant you one hour of masturbation. Dismissed."

"Thank you {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}!" gushes the brunette, shoving her skirt and panties down her legs as she jumps onto a lab stool, then jamming a finger into her wet pussy and sighing with relief. A few taps at the monitor in front of her, and the footage of you fucking Black Swan and the Contortionist inside a bank vault appears. You walk out of the lab, shaking your head with a smile as the once-quiet girl's moans fill the room.