The long, hard way

{if Futa==true}"Well, as far as we can tell there is no way you can be hypnotically reprogrammed." Ultragirl allowed herself a small, defiant grin at Mikaela's words - but her grin faltered at what she said next. "So I'll just have to break your mind the fun way."

Alpha's harem undressed her. Former allies and enemies alike surrounded her, pulling each part of her white-and-gold costume off, until she was left in only her underwear. Grabbing hold of her bound wrists, Mikaela led her out of the atrium, pulling her along like a **** child. Ultragirl staggered after her, helpless against her overwhelming strength. There was something humiliating about being overpowered by another woman. By Mikaela, the worst kind of woman, in particular. She tried to fly, but her body felt like lead. She knew that she was stronger than her, that this was only a mental deception- but no matter how hard she struggled, how much she tried to reason with herself, she couldn't break the illusion.

After tripping and stumbling down three flights of stairs, her captor finally brought her into a windowless room. As she attached the cable binding her wrists to another cable hanging from the ceiling, Evelyn **** the emotions out of her mind, and quickly surveyed her surroundings. Opposite her was a huge flatscreen TV, which took up most of the wall opposite. Small audio speakers sat in the corners of the floor, and cameras stared at her from every corner of the ceiling. The only furniture in the room was a black sofa, positioned off-centre and angled to face her.

Mikaela finished binding the heroine's hands over her head, and stepped back, giving her an expectant look. Ultragirl stared back at her hatefully, before obliging, yanking on the cables with all her strength, fully intending to punch a crater in the woman's gorgeous, smirking, disgustingly perfect face. But she had no more success than before. The steel that bound her wrist felt to her like she imagined it would to a normal human; cold, hard, and utterly unyielding.

The seductress nodded, satisfaction tugging at her lips, and she stepped behind her. Evelyn flinched as she felt soft hands on her waist, and tried to twist away, but her grip was firm. Even as she squirmed, Mikaela's fingers methodically explored her abs, her breasts, shoulders, arms, face, then back down to her slender thighs, calves, feet. She was relieved she didn't venture between her legs, but she felt violated nonetheless. Although it wasn't just violation; she felt like a thing. An object. A model for Mikaela to admire. She hated it.

"You'll pay for this," growled Ultragirl, hate boiling within her. "You will never break me. I will always fight you."

"We'll see," hummed Mikaela, running a hand along her jawline. "For all your supernatural strength, you still have the mind of a human girl. And every human has their breaking point."

As if on cue, a freckled redhead and a bespectacled brunette Evelyn didn't recognise entered the room, clad in lacy lingerie and each holding an article that the superhero couldn't name, but could definitely guess their purpose. She had never seen a dildo, but the brunette's device was what she imagined they looked like. She began attaching it to some kind of tubing hanging from the ceiling. Meanwhile the redhead walked behind the captive heroine. Her blue eyes shot wide open as she felt slender fingers teasing apart her ass, and pushing something that felt too big into her anus. She fought to keep tears out of her eyes - it felt like her arse was being torn apart. She took several breaths, trying to relax herself, relax her anus, to accommodate the thing.

Then the redhead walked back in front of her, took out her phone, and tapped the screen. Evelyn jumped as the butt-plug suddenly began vibrating. It wasn't like anything she had ever felt before - it felt like it was tapping directly into her core, sending shivers down her limbs, making her stomach turn.

"Hopefully after a few days that'll leave you dumb and drooling," said the redhead spitefully. Ultragirl tried to fight through the sensation wracking her body; did she detect a note of jealousy in the girl's voice? And... wait... she was going to have this thing up her butt for a few days??!

"If you want food or water, you can get it here." The brunette's voice drew Ultragirl's attention back to the dildo-like device, which she realised with disgust was hanging less than a foot from her face, at mouth-height. "You can lick the outside for water. And if you suck on it, it'll give you food." There was a curious look behind the girl's glasses - a cruel, almost sadistic excitement, mixed with raw arousal. But the superheroine barely noticed it.

"I'd rather starve," she said defiantly, but her voice broke as the butt-plug's pattern of vibration suddenly changed.

"You can think that position over," said Mikaela, who had been watching her amusedly the entire time. "You'll have plenty of time to change your mind. Once you're ready, I'll see you again."

The girls each took one of her arms, and then the three of them left the room. The main light clicked off, leaving only a single spotlight on the near-naked blonde.{if@ Images!=false}

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She wasn't sure how much time passed. Five minutes? An hour? Before the TV screen flickered to life. Ultragirl blinked at it, eyes adjusting to the new light source, then sagged against her bindings in horror as she realised what it showed. Graphic footage of Mikaela fucking her fellow superheroines.{else}"Well, as far as we can tell there is no way you can be hypnotically reprogrammed." Ultragirl allowed herself a small, defiant grin at Michael's words - but her grin faltered at what he said next. "So I'll just have to break your mind the old-fashioned way."

His harem undressed her. Former allies and enemies alike surrounded her, pulling each part of her white-and-gold costume off, until she was left in only her underwear. Grabbing hold of her bound wrists, Michael led her out of the atrium, pulling her along like a **** child. Ultragirl staggered after him, helpless against his overwhelming strength. She tried to fly, but her body felt like lead. She knew, theoretically, that she could easily overpower him, that this was only a mental illusion - but no matter how hard she struggled, how much she tried to reason with herself, she couldn't break the illusion.

After tripping and stumbling down three flights of stairs, her captor finally brought her into a windowless room. As he attached the cable binding her wrists to another cable hanging from the ceiling, Evelyn **** the emotions out of her mind, and quickly surveyed her surroundings. Opposite her was a huge flatscreen TV, which took up most of the wall opposite. Small audio speakers sat in the corners of the floor, and cameras stared at her from every corner of the ceiling. The only furniture in the room was a black sofa, positioned off-centre and angled to face her.

Michael finished binding her hands over her head, and stepped back, giving her an expectant look. Ultragirl stared back at him hatefully, before obliging, yanking on the cables with all her strength, fully intending to punch a crater in the man's handsome, smirking, disgustingly perfect face. But she had no more success than before. The steel that bound her wrist felt to her like she imagined it would to a normal human; cold, hard, and utterly unyielding.

The man nodded, satisfaction tugging at his lips, and he stepped behind her. Evelyn flinched as she felt his hands on her waist, and tried to twist away, but his grip was firm. Even as she squirmed, his fingers methodically explored her abs, her breasts, shoulders, arms, face, then back down to her slender thighs, calves, feet. She was relieved he didn't venture between her legs, but she felt violated nonetheless. Although it wasn't just violation; she felt like a thing. An object. A model for him to admire. She hated it.

"You'll pay for this," growled Ultragirl, hate boiling within her. "You will never break me. I will always fight you."

"We'll see," hummed Michael, running his hand along her jawline. "For all your supernatural strength, you still have the mind of a human girl. And every human has their breaking point."

As if on cue, a freckled redhead and a bespectacled brunette Evelyn didn't recognise entered the room, clad in lacy lingerie and each holding a device that the superhero couldn't name, but could definitely guess their purpose. She had never seen a dildo, but the brunette's device was what she imagined they looked like. She began attaching it to some kind of tubing hanging from the ceiling. Meanwhile the redhead walked behind the captive heroine. Her blue eyes shot wide open as she felt slender fingers teasing apart her ass, and pushing something that felt too big into her anus. She fought to keep tears out of her eyes - it felt like her arse was being torn apart. She took several breaths, trying to relax herself, relax her anus, to accommodate the thing.

Then the redhead walked back in front of her, took out her phone, and tapped the screen. Evelyn jumped as the butt-plug suddenly began vibrating. It wasn't like anything she had ever felt before - it felt like it was tapping directly into her core, sending shivers down her limbs, making her stomach turn.

"Hopefully after a few days that'll leave you dumb and drooling," said the redhead spitefully. Ultragirl tried to fight through the sensation wracking her body; did she detect a note of jealousy in the girl's voice? And... wait... she was going to have this thing up her butt for a few days??!

"If you want food or water, you can get it here." The brunette's voice drew Ultragirl's attention back to the dildo-like device, which she realised with disgust was hanging less than a foot from her face, at mouth-height. "You can lick the outside for water. And if you suck on it, it'll give you food." There was a curious look behind the girl's glasses - a cruel, almost sadistic excitement, mixed with raw arousal. But the superheroine barely noticed it.

"I'd rather starve," she said defiantly, but her voice broke as the butt-plug's pattern of vibration suddenly changed.

"You can think that position over," said Michael, who had been watching her deviously the entire time. "You'll have visitors to help change your mind. Once you're ready, I'll see you again."

The girls each took one of his arms, and then the three of them left the room. The main light clicked off, leaving only a single spotlight on the near-naked blonde.{if@ Images!=false}

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She wasn't sure how much time passed. Five minutes? An hour? Before the TV screen flickered to life. Ultragirl blinked at it, eyes adjusting to the new light source, then sagged against her bindings in horror as she realised what it showed. Graphic footage of Michael fucking her fellow superheroines.{endif}