The mind-control device Hannah mentioned

Rocketgirl moved to get up from the bed, intent on fighting her way out of the house. Before she could get up however, one of the thugs quickly jumped up onto the bed and straddled her, pinning both her arms down with his knees to stop her from moving. Although he was clothed, Rocketgirl could still feel a lump of the man's massive penis resting just above her tits. Shock was obvious on her face as her imagination tried to work out just how large the man would be if he was undressed and erect. Before she could begin think of what to do however, she heard someone entering the room.

"Good news Rocketgirl!" Hannah said, vicious sarcasm in her voice. "You're going to get a chance to find out what these black studs did with the equipment I stole for them." She walked over to the side of the bed that Rocketgirl was pinned down on. Rocketgirl noticed that Hannah was holding a small metal gun like object. It looked like a toy gun with a small computer screen on the back just above the handle, but Rocketgirl knew it must have been something much more sinister than that. "It's still experimental, but I'm pretty curious how well it will work on a superheroine bitch like you."

Hannah looked down at the screen, pushing it in a few points seemingly to adjust it. She then pointed it directly at Rocketgirl's forehead and unceremoniously pulled the trigger. Rocketgirl had a split-second of panic, but instead of a bullet going into her brain, a small beam of light struck her instead.

Rocketgirl felt a strange sensation in her head. It was almost as if her brain was warming. It became difficult for her to move or even think as her thoughts slowed to a crawl. Instead of her thoughts she began to be assaulted by images that she wasn't voluntarily thinking of. They flashed by so quickly that she barely had time to register what one was before the next was shown. She saw herself on her knees, in ecstasy as she sucked on a black thug's huge cock. She saw herself sprawled out on the ground as many of the thugs stood over her, spraying what seemed like gallons of sperm all over her. Every image was of her submitting and servicing these black Adonises with all of her holes.

Hannah stopped shooting the gun at Rocketgirl's head and let it drop to her side. Rocketgirl slowly felt her head return to normal, as she was able to get actual thoughts in-between the images that continued to flash through her mind. She pulled her tongue back into her mouth, it having lolled out during her stupor, and tried to gather herself mentally.