They are trained and conditioned.

Pravum's main facility.

When Power Girl woke up, she found herself in quite a predicament. She was standing in a room made from an unfamiliar type of steel. Her hands and feet were encased in cylindrical devices made from the same material and attached to a sturdy frame to **** her into a spread eagle position. Now normally, such a situation should be no problem, after all, there is no material known to her that can resist her super strength. But the red light from dozens of lightbars built into the walls drained her of her powers, leaving her just as weak and powerless as any other normal human. She was thankfully still wearing her white outfit, but her cape, gloves, and boots had been removed. She tried to say something or call out to her surroundings, but she made nothing more than muffled sounds, courtesy of a big white ballgag.

She had no idea how long she had been out, nor how long she was left like this. All she could do was struggle helplessly, and wait. Behind her, a door opened silently, and one of Pravum's top conditioners walked in. She was easily two meters tall, with a buzzcut of pale almost white hair. Even though she wore the standard uniform, sans the sleeves to leave her arms bare, it was clear that this woman was ripped. The way the uniform stuck snugly to her body, showed off her generous curves and the strong muscles in her arms and legs rippled as she silently walked towards Power Girl. As she circled the bound superheroine, she stopped in front of the blonde, and despite her binds suspending her slightly off the ground, she still had to look down.

Karen followed the woman as she walked around her, hatred clear in her eyes. As she stopped in front of her, she was **** to look up as the giant of a woman towered before her, something Karen was not used to nor did she like. Karen's blue eyes met the other woman's dark brown, and for a moment neither woman spoke. Not that Karen could, the gag effectively rendered her unable to speak. Eventually, the Pravum agent spoke up; her voice was soft but radiated an immense amount of authority. Even from those few words, Karen knew that this was a woman who was used to being obeyed.

"Hello Power Girl. Or should I call you Karen? Or perhaps Kara Zor-L? No matter. From now on, we'll call you whatever we want, and you will quickly learn to answer it. Unless you want to be punished."

Karen screamed angrily at the woman, but nothing more than muffled sounds came from her mouth.

"I am Ingrid, but you will call me Mistress if you know what's good for you. Now, you're probably wondering why you are here. Well, we have plans for you. Plans that require you to be more...Accommodating, to your new role in life. I'll be responsible for your retraining, so we will get to know each other quite intimately before everything is well and done. But enough talk for now, let's begin, shall we?"

She tapped something on a control display on the wall, and from the ground around the frame holding Power Girl, several multi-jointed arms rose. Each had a small energy emitter at the end, and they began to project small beams of yellow light onto the helpless Kryptonian. Wherever the beams hit her, her suit began to dissolve. The arms slowly moved across her body, following the digitized image of her suit, and with seemingly random movements, meticulously took away Karen's last shred of dignity.

Ingrid walked back in front of the struggling Power Girl and reached out to grab her chin. Despite the bound blonde's protests and attempts to turn her head away, she still found herself **** to look into the muscular woman's eyes. She saw no mercy or sympathy in those cold brown orbs.

"Now that you are properly prepared, I think it's high time we begin your training."

She reached for her belt and with a well-practiced flick of her wrists, uncoiled a long thin whip made from supple leather.

"Feel free to scream whenever you like to, it only excites me more."

With a swift, powerful swing of her arm, the whip swung back, before it shot towards Karen with blistering speed, the tip making its signature *CRACK* as it broke through the sound barrier.

"UUGGHNNNNNFFFFFFF"

The crackle of energy and a brief flash of yellow light tore through the isolation cell. There was no light, no sound, no air current. Even the room's temperature was carefully regulated to make it feel as plain as possible. For the room's sole occupant, it was pure madness. Much like how the energy whip hitting her body was pure agony.

Atlee thought she knew pain. She thought she knew isolation or loneliness. But this was a new level of torment. She hung spread-eagle in the middle of the pitch-black cell. Her wrists and ankles were trapped in senseless suspension fields that kept her levitating slightly above the floor and unable to move her arms or legs even a single inch. Now and then, the energy whip would strike a random unprotected part of her body. And the way she was restrained, that was pretty much everywhere. Just now, it had struck her against the underside of her breasts, resulting in the muffled piercing scream.

The sound would have been deafening and a welcome break from the oppressive silence around her. But her captors had stuffed her mouth with a dildo gag so thick and long that it completely obstructed her ability to form words. The only break from the silence was the electric buildup of energy that signalled another incoming strike. She had grown to hate and fear that sound. She never could predict where it would hit her next, nor was she able to shield herself from the painful strikes. A soft green glow filled her eyes and the oppressive darkness gave way to luminescent green as the holographic visor formed over her eyes. Opposing the impenetrable darkness was a bright light as the visor began to project images. Stances, positions. Some domestic, related to housekeeping. Other's recreational. Most though, were explicit to the point that her cheeks glowed a scarlet hew. As the various images and fragments danced in front of her eyes, she tried to prepare herself for what would come next. She didn't have to wait long as a soft hum filled the otherwise silent room. her body instantly responded in the same way she did when she heard the energy whip begin to charge. This time though, the reaction was quite different. An anticipation she found herself yearning for began to grow inside her. She liked those sensations, they were better than the pain from the whip.

"Uuugggghhhh."

The object was smooth, cylindrical and vibrated in a way that had her entire body come to life as it easily slid inside her pussy. The dildo, as she understood it to be, began to move back and forth in a steady pattern rhythmically. Slowly at first, but rapidly going faster and faster as the vibrations increased in strength at the same time. It didn't take long for the sensations inside her to reach a breaking point and the pleasure exploded from between her legs. She felt a wetness trickle down her legs as her entire body writhed and contorted against her binds. Her breathing was heavy and deep as she hung limply in her binds. She hated the thing between her legs, even as it was already steadily building her towards a second release. She hated it. This place, and what they were doing to her. But she quickly discovered that she could do nothing to stop them. And this pleasure was far preferable to the pain.

The images danced in front of her eyes. Visions of surrender, submission, servitude. Images of obedience. Entire clips are dedicated to pleasuring and serving women in ways she would never have considered only a few hours ago. Now though, she dutifully kept her eyes open as the images filled her mind. A part of her knew what they were doing and wanted to rebel and even fight back. But the last time she tried that, she was punished with ten minutes of non-stop whipping from the energy whip. She had no intention to suffer another punishment like that. So she did as was expected, kept her eyes open, and watched the perverse slide show play out before her. Even when the third orgasm began to peak inside her she did not close her eyes.

"Aaaaaahgggg."

"Oh yeah, that was a big one. You know, for someone who is supposed to hate it, you sure are cumming hard."

Ingrid was standing between Karen's spread legs. In one hand she held a powerful vibrator that was mercilessly thrumming against Power Girls' clit at its highest setting. Her other hand had two fingers deep inside the blonde heroine's wet pussy, curled in just the right way to hit her G-spot with each repetitive thrust of her fingers. Karen contorted and twisted her body as much, or as little, as she could to get away from the muscular woman, but it was all useless. She fought it as long as she could, but in the end, her tormentor, or 'Mistress', won out and she was brought to orgasm.

"Well, that's enough fun for now. Time to get some work done."

Ingrid pressed a few buttons on the control panel nearby, and the various arms restraining Power Girl began to move. Powerless to resist or oppose them, Karen was manhandled into a new position. She was already **** to kneel on a steel bench that put her at the perfect height for Ingrid to work on. Now, the metal arms attached to her wrist restraints moved back and down towards the ground. As a result, Karen was pulled back and horizontally while still on her knees, with her arms stretched uncomfortably behind her. Ingrid approached her prisoner with a small stainless steel tray hovering beside her. She took a syringe from the tray, and after checking its contents, pressed the needle against Karen's arm. Normally, the Kryptonian would be safe, her skin impossible to pierce. But with the red lights draining her powers, the sharp needle effortlessly broke through her skin and she couldn't stop herself from grunting in discomfort. Ingrid pressed the plunger down, and the strange pinkish liquid was being injected into Karen's body.

Within seconds, she began to feel hot. her nipples began to tingle and swell before they hardened to an impossible extent. Her clit began to throb in perfect match with her hammering heart and she felt the skin strain as it too began to swell to a painful degree.

"there, all prepared for the next phase."

Ingrid grabbed one of Karen's famously large breasts in a firm hold and held it so her nipple was jutting upwards prominently and obscenely hard.

"Get ready power ****, 'cause this will hurt."

She brought a small needle to Karen's nipple and slowly began to pierce the sensitive tip. Karen let out a muffled but still ear-piercing scream as the sharp object moved through her sensitive nipple before breaking through the other side to create a small hole. She was breathing hard as she tried to work through the pain and she was seeing stars from the sheer sensation. She felt something being worked through the sensitive hole in her nipple, but the way she was stretched out made it impossible for her to see what the other woman was doing. Something cold and smooth was slid through the hole in her nipple before she fiddled with the ends.

"That's one done. Ready for round two? No? Well too bad."

Before Karen could fully comprehend her words, Ingrid had begun to **** the needle through Karen's other nipple, subjecting her once again to mind-numbing pain. Seconds? Minutes? She had no idea how long it took. Ingrid was a true mistress of both pain and pleasure and she ensured that the experience was as painful and lengthy as she could make it. Karen screamed and trashed helplessly, but the other woman's grip on her breast was too strong and she was powerless to stop the needle driving through her nipple. An agonizing eternity later, her second nipple was also pierced, and another object was worked through the opening and fastened in place.

"And that's two. Only one more to go, can you guess where the last one is going, power slut?"

Karen began to trash in earnest as her frayed mind made the connection and she felt Ingrid's fingers against her painfully hard clit.

"That's right, that delicious little clit of yours. Best take a deep breath Power tits, this will hurt."

If Karen thought she knew pain, then nothing could have prepared her for the agony when Ingrid began to pierce her clit with the thin needle. The gag was barely sufficient to stifle the bloodcurdling scream she unleashed as the needle fully pierced her sensitive clit. Karen was delirious from the pain and it took all she had to not pass out then and there. It took a long time, but eventually, she managed to recover enough to pull herself back together.

By that time, she noticed several things had changed. For one, she felt weak, weak in a way she had rarely felt. Secondly, the lights that had been bathing the room in its soft red glow and were keeping her powerless, had been switched off. Despite that though, Karen was no closer to breaking out than she had been before. Her legendary strength? All her powers and abilities that she was famous for? Everything was gone. The only thing of fame she still had going for her, were her huge tits, and killer body. A body that Ingrid was having her way with even now. And that brought her to the third and final realisation. There was no revulsion about feeling the other woman's hands all over her body. There was, of course, the hatred for the muscular woman for the way that she was taking liberties with Karen's body. But the aversion she had felt earlier towards being used like that by another woman was gone. She was starting to like it. The way Ingrid's hands moved across every part of Karen's body stoked a fire inside her that wasn't there before. A fire that SHOULDN'T be there. She knew herself, she wasn't sexually attracted to women like this. So why then? Her confusion must have been clear for her tormentor to read, as she spoke up for the first time since she finished piercing her.

"I guess you noticed some things have changed now huh? Those little piercings I gave you? They're to make sure you remain nice and docile, as well as stay in the right mindset at all times. Wanna have a look?"

Not waiting for her answer, Ingrid tapped a button and the arms repositioned Karen so she was upright. She was still kneeling on the bench with her legs spread painfully wide. Now she was just sitting upright with her arms stretched above her. Ingrid tapped another button and a holographic screen appeared in front of Karen. It showed her a perfect reflection of herself and her eyes widened in shock from what she saw. Her nipples were indeed pierced by two platinum dumbbell piercings. The tips of either end of the piercings were capped by a small pink crystal. A crystal she recognized as pink Kryptonite. A glimmer of gold drew her eyes lower, between her legs, and she visibly shuddered at what she saw. Another smaller piercing went through her clit, which was still impossibly hard and would likely never grow soft ever again. But instead of pink, the platinum jewellery was capped with a small crystal that was emitting a soft golden glow.

"Do you like it? The Kryptonite on your clit is made from the same kryptonite as the bullet they used to take you down. it will ensure you stay powerless and keep those monstrous abilities of yours in check. The pink ones I'm sure you've heard of? They flip your sexual preferences. We know you're not into girls like that, so those two little piercings will make sure you are into girls. Always. Now, let's continue, shall we?"

This time, when Ingrid's hands returned, Karen's reactions were far more accommodating. Gone was the resistance to having another woman touch her so intimately. Now, she welcomed the touch, leaned into it even. Karen knew, her ordeal had only just begun.

Atlee screamed around the gag as yet another powerful orgasm ripped through her, leaving her utterly exhausted. For hours on end now, she had been subject to this. **** to cum over and over with no rest in between, while the visor and earplugs on her head bombarded her with images, clips and sounds. Her mind, weakened by the constant orgasms was powerless to resist the stimuli, and she felt herself change as time went by. She knew what they were trying to do, change her personality by subjecting her to all these new impulses. And it was working. She hated that it was working, but she couldn't deny its effect. More and more, she felt herself slipping away, and a different personality began to take over in her place. Things she once wouldn't have done now felt normal. Thoughts that once were strange and unthinkable now permeated her every thought. She hated it. But she couldn't stop it from happening. The pain she would be subjected to if she fought back was just too much. This was easier to endure. Even if it changed her.

The sound of flesh against flesh filled the room as Ingrid drove the thick strap-on deep into Power Girl's pussy. Karen was kneeling on a raised platform with her ass resting on her legs and her upper torso leaning forward, causing her heavy breasts to hang free and sway wildly with each thrust. Her arms were restrained behind her back with iron bands and a thick anal hook was wedged deep into her ass. A rope ran from the end of the hook to a point above her, then went down to the floor in front of her. Her tits were bound at the base by rubber bands and the end of the rope was tied to them. Each movement from her body would either pull painfully on the hook in her ass or the bands constraining her fat tits.

She had been fitted with a holographic visor and some earplugs, and a wide array of images, clips and sounds were being played through them. Karen knew what they were trying to do. But her attempts to resist them were quickly and efficiently cut down by her Mistress's hand. Yes, Mistress. At some point, Karen knew not when she had stopped thinking about Ingrid as her tormentor, but rather as her Mistress. The sharp sting of a leather riding crop being brought down on her sensitive ass hard had her jerk back into reality. A cocktail of pain and pleasure flooded her core and she let out a deep moan of pleasure as her pussy convulsed strongly around the toy as Mistress kept fucking her with wild abandon.

"Eyes open ****, don't space out on me now. Keep watching, we selected them just for you."

Again, Ingrid brought the riding crop down hard on her ass, and again, Karen moaned as a fresh wave of pleasure and pain flooded her core. She hated what was happening to her, but found she was powerless to stop it.

One week later, Hōkūlani island, Pacific Ocean.

Hōkūlani was home to many things. All of them were designed to offer relaxation or rest to the many members of Pravum who went there for their vacation. The newest and fastest-growing addition to the island was 'Nancy's Harbour Cafe'. A small-ish restaurant/cafe situated on the promenade that runs the length of one of the island's many beaches. It was designed to resemble a classic restaurant seen often in movies from the 50's. It served simple food like large hamburgers and even larger milkshakes. But the real draw was the waitresses. They were all pretty and sexy. None more so than their latest addition; Tiffany. Tiffany was a young woman who appeared to be in her mid-twenties. She had large firm tits, an even firmer ass, and a bright bubbly personality that made her popular with almost all the customers and never left her with an empty bed at night. Her short hair was cut in a stylish pixy cut and was an odd blend between deep black and platinum blonde.

Right now, Tiffany was moving through the restaurant with a grace and style that always drew the attention of those around her. She put down a tray holding several tall glasses filled with cold drinks.

"Here ya go girls, one order of refreshing cool milkshakes. Enjoy."

She gave the small gaggle of women a flirtatious wink before making her way back to the counter. Halfway through the room, a loud ding echoed through the dining hall and Tiffany instantly stopped and steadied herself against the nearest table. A powerful vibration just ran through her nipples and clit, courtesy of the small piercings that were permanently attached to them. After a moment, she recovered and with the three piercings still humming against her sensitive spots, made her way to the service area. There she found another tray ready to go out. She picked it up, and when she did, the piercings stopped vibrating. She read the number it was supposed to go and made her way towards it. On the way, she got plenty of attention from the restaurant's many customers and even a few who were bold enough to steal a touch on her ass.

Tiffany just smiled encouragingly, already scanning the crowd for who would share her bed with her tonight. Internally though, in a small, distant part of her mind, Atlee raged against everything. She hated how she was treated. She hated how this new personality enjoyed every second of it. And she hated how she was powerless to affect it. This small corner of her mind was all that was left of who she once was. This part of her knew about what had happened to her, it knew of her powers, she felt the volcano on this island and knew that it would take only a thought from her to awaken it and while this place off the map. But this part of her was no longer in control of her body. Atlee was gone. She was Tiffany now. A bubbly, slutty waitress who lived from one day to the next. Once, she sought out crime to fight and wrongs to right. Now, she only seeks out who is next to sleep with. Her eyes fell on a duo of women who had just entered and she zoned in on the taller of the two. With light orange skin, bright green eyes and faded green sclera she certainly stood out. The flaming red hair and curvaceous figure were just the icing on the cake. Putting on her best smile, she walked over to them, determined to get at least the red-head. If her friend was willing to join in too, all the better.

At the same time. Planet Tamaran.

Blackfire strode through her citadel with a determined pace. It wasn't often she received visitors like this, but these specific ones were always worth her time. A few years ago, she had joined up with Pravum as one of their financial backers. The benefits were obvious, as many of her opponents suddenly disappeared. And being friends with a successful multi-dimensional organisation had its string of benefits. She entered the room where their emissary was waiting and greeted the other woman.

"Miss Ingrid, welcome to Tamaran. How can I or my people assist you today?"

The other woman got up to greet the ruler of Tamaran and after introductions and pleasantries were done, she cut right to it.

"Your Highness, I have been sent by my superiors to present you with a gift. I understand you already have an extensive collection, but we hope that you would still accept it with our best intentions at heart."

Ingrid led Blackfire to the door leading into the adjacent room and opened it. Blackfire took a step into the room, then stopped dead at the sight before her. In the middle of the room was a woman. She was kneeling on the floor completely naked with her torso pressed to the floor and her arms folded in front of her in a pose of supplication. Her breasts were squashed by the way she was presenting herself and parts of them spilled out from underneath her. Spread around the floor, in neatly folded stacks, was an assortment of clothes. A bikini. A one-piece swimsuit. Some lingerie. A harem's bra and pants made from see-through silks and enforced with delicate bronze work. And most prominently, a rather iconic white spandex suit that even Blackfire would recognize everywhere.

The two women walked towards the kneeling Power Girl and Blackfire circled her while Ingrid spoke.

"She has been specially trained and conditioned to be a most accommodating sex ****."

Ingrid reached down and tapped the former superheroine on her head. Karen rose from the floor but remained on her knees. Now Blackfire could see the two pink piercings going through her nipples, as well as the golden pulsing piercing through her clit.

"Those piercings ensure she will always be open to your whims. The pink ones will flip her sexuality and ensure she will always enjoy your touch. The gold one will keep her as powerless as a regular human. She is yours, a gift from us to you for your support. May she serve you well."

With that, Ingrid turned around and left the room, leaving Blackfire with her latest ****. She saw the devotion and submission in the kneeling blonde's posture, but behind those demure eyes, she could see the raging hatred of Power Girl. Whatever Pravum did to contain and break the once proud Kryptonian, it was very effective. She wondered if she could track down her long-lost sister and ask them to train her that way as well. No matter, a thought for later, now she had a new toy to play with. And she sure did like to play rough.

Back on Hōkūlani.

"Hello? Kori?"

Koriand'r blinked a few times and shook her head to clear her mind.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm here. I just... had the urge to inflict unreasonable amounts of **** on my sister."

Her friend sitting across her at a table raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow.

"What, more than usual? Damn girl."

"Yeah sorry, I don't know what suddenly came over me."

"Don't worry. I know just how to get your mind off things."

She turned to face the waitress who was approaching them. The two met eyes, and in that moment, an understanding was made. Sooner rather than later, Tiffany would have found herself a new partner for the night.