Desaturated Detente Chapter One
Reds and pinks dominated the skyline, wispy clouds playing over the invisible wings of her jet. She skimmed towards the city on wings of metal, rushing over the fields and farmhouses on the far outskirts like a silent bat.
Her jet was capable of faster speeds, but it was far better to stay subsonic when she wasn't in a hurry. It did no good to have an invisible plane when you left a sonic boom everywhere you went!
She didn't fear the human radars, and could have flown higher, but that increased the danger of collision with other aircraft. Without a transponder, it was impossible for others to take action when they couldn't even see her plane.
Her autopilot could usually handle the situation, but nothing was worse than being forced to take control manually while she was trying to take a nap. Her time alone in the plane was a brief respite from the crushing expectations of others. One could not be a superhero at every moment of the day.
Sometimes, you needed to take some time for yourself. She smiled, leaning back in her chair and folding her hands over her chest, resting her fingers on top of her flag patterned outfit.
It was yet another sacrifice required by her busy schedule. Adoring fans never considered what it took to show up at any time fully costumed. It meant long hours in the same clothing. She really needed a shower.
But that wasn't going to happen until she landed. Fortunately, the meeting with the other Justice League members was scheduled for late tomorrow, so she would have time to clean up and visit Supergirl.
They weren't exactly close friends, but when a younger, inexperienced woman with the powers of Superman lived in what amounted to your backyard, it paid to keep tabs on her. Or at least try to avoid open hostility.
Batman was constantly asking questions about her, too, probably trying to ensure his dossiers were up to date. Not that it mattered. She was sure the super powered girl was categorized in the same file as Superman: impossible to take down without the liberal application of kryptonite.
The man probably had great blocks of it locked away in his bat cave somewhere, but he wasn't telling. Superman might trust him only to use it as a final contingency, but she wasn't as sanguine.
Heaven knows all of them had been at loggerheads at one point or another. Misunderstandings and manipulations, by supervillains or otherwise. It was far easier to make them fight each other than was healthy. That was the purpose for these conference meetings - to try and hammer out a framework within which they could document their actions to avoid misunderstandings.
It all sounded like an awful lot of paperwork to her, but their current process wasn't working. If a little bit of documentation could prevent another throw down with the man of steel, she was all for it.
Her thoughts drifted, thinking of nothing in particular. The sensation of movement lulled her into a light slumber. She would be there soon enough, putting back on the mask that she showed the world. Nobody would know about her temporary mental exhaustion and frustration with her friends.
Her eyes snapped open as a warning alert shattered the cockpit. "Missile detect, Missile detect," shouted the annunciator in a male voice, followed by a low buzzing tone indicated a missile contact.
Her brain scrambled to catch up as the jet automatically flipped onto its side and rolled up, pressing her down into her seat with extreme G forces.
She caught a glimpse of suburban neighborhoods as the jet righted itself. "Missile detect, Missile detect." The warning tone hummed, a green blip lighting on the tactical display, indicating a second contact.
The jet paused for a moment before it pulled up, increasing in speed as it performed evasive maneuvers. The twin engines screamed, the plane grasping for altitude.
"Chaff dump," declared the aircraft, a hiss reaching the cockpit as a cloud of aluminum strips dropped into the air from underneath the jet.
The cockpit rattled, one of the contacts on the display vanishing. She felt a surge of joy. If the chaff was working, these must be radar guided. She didn't know how these missiles could have possibly found her stealthed plane, but her countermeasures were working!
The stick was shaking with a stall warning, her vision narrowing as blood rushed towards her feet. She trusted the computer to do its job, but it was bringing the airframe to the very edge of its capabilities to give her the best chance of survival.
Despite her superpowers, she had known pain and near death on multiple occasions. She didn't relish the idea of being pulverized by an explosive missile.
The aircraft pulled over further, rolling onto its back and flipping to the side. Her stomach lurched in her belly as it turned, pointing nose down and dropping from the sky. She could hear the metal of the airframe creaking under the extreme forces.
She could see the sparkling cloud of metallic chaff below, light reflecting in a scintillating array. Smoke was drifting away, remnants of the exploded missile. On her right were the sparkling skyscrapers of the city, a river splitting the core buildings from the suburbs.
A streak of light came from below, followed by an explosion and a yawing shudder. Rattled, Diana did her best to collect her wits. She had been hit! How bad was the damage?
She glanced to the right, her eyes fixing on the tattered remains of her right wing. The explosion had been close enough to blow through the aluminum skin, breaking the wing spar halfway down to the root. She was fucked.
The plane spun dizzily, unable to stabilize without the necessary control surfaces. She was going down, and she had no idea where.
"Terrain ahead! Pull up! Terrain ahead! Pull up!"
She turned the stick to the right and pressed down on the rudder with her left foot, knowing the gesture was futile. She ignored the amber warning lights spreading across the console in front of her, her head spinning as the scenery blurred into one messy color.
Her altitude was dropping, which meant she was rapidly running out of time. Without the wing, her plane was no better than an unguided rocket.
She yanked on the yoke harder, but the plane wasn't responding. She wouldn't have the opportunity to choose her crash site. It was time to go.
She reached between her legs and pulled the ejection lever, prepared for the sudden acceleration. When it failed to materialize, she pumped the handle in terror. It was a no go.
Her mind raced, wondering what to do next. She could try to punch out the canopy and fly out. She scrabbled at the seat belt buckle, but there simply wasn't enough time.
The aircraft hit the ground with a terrific smack, a jolt she felt through her tailbone as an excruciating crunch. She caught a brief glimpse of a series of dull, gray warehouses as the wreckage bounced into the air.
The aircraft disintegrated all around her. The great shriek of metal twisting and grating against the ground assaulted her ears, her body lurching forward at the impact.
Her seat ejected out of the wreckage like a bullet, skipping along the asphalted surface. The bottom of the chair lifted upwards, as if she was taking flight. She tilted on her back, smashing into the wall of a warehouse with her feet, the metal clanging with a tremendous report.
The rest of the aircraft smashed into the wall with the energy of a small bomb, debris dispersing into the air in a cloud of dust and metal. Shards of glass whipped past her face, fragments smashing into the side of her seat.
Suddenly, there was an unearthly silence. She was gazing up at the blue sky, shell-shocked. Her ears were ringing, her mind deathly quiet. Had that just happened? Was she still alive? "Nice landing," she breathed to herself, sarcastically.
Hearing her own voice broke the spell. She unbuckled her seat belt, moaning at the streaks of pain that shot across her chest. Her skimpy outfit hadn't provided much protection from blunt force trauma, but her body was far more resilient than that of an average human. Even so, she was still feeling the impact.
She climbed to her feet, using the remnants of her pilot seat to stabilize her. There wasn't much left of her plane, just a smear of debris scattered across the dock yards.
Taking stock, she checked her accouterments. Her uniform was a little worse for wear, but it had withstood the crash with amazing resilience. It was dirty, but intact. The golden cord strapped to her waist was still where it should be.
Motion from her left drew her attention. She turned her sore neck to look at the new arrival. Was this a good Samaritan, coming to help her out? She felt bedraggled, not in any shape to play the hero at the moment. Still, she could put on a brave face.
A bright light flashed in front of her eyes, a green glow whiting out her vision like a flash bulb. She blinked, her mouth agape. All thoughts fled her head, chased away by the strange light.
All she could do was stand awkwardly, looking uncertainly at an ill defined feminine form. "Shiny," she whispered, her mouth forming the words without her volition.
The figure grunted, fiddling with her wrist. "There, this should do it," she muttered.
She held out her arm and presented the gadget to Diana. Another flash of brilliant green light danced through her pupils, shutting off her brain entirely.
Soft arms took her by the shoulder, straightening her out as if she was a puppet. "Don't worry," came the voice. "You've been in an accident, but I will take care of you. Follow me."
Diana's legs pumped, stepping towards the mysterious woman. She took Diana by the hand, leading her away from the wreckage. "I apologize for the mess," she said offhandedly. "I couldn't figure out an easier way to ensure your capture."
"Capture?" she said, dumbly.
The word formed a large curlicue in her mind, the shape wavering as she concentrated on it. She laughed as it shrank into a tiny dot, closing in on itself. It looked so funny!
"Yes, Diana, you're coming with me. You want to follow my commands. They make you feel nice."
"Nice," repeated Diana, smiling. "Nice."
The more she repeated the word, the more she believed it. What a Nice woman, telling her what to do!
The woman’s outfit creaked, a shiny black. She led Diana up to a mid sized sedan, also painted black. It had government plates and looked official. This was clearly a serious operation. Serious.
Diana giggled. "Which three letters do you work for?" she asked, muzzy.
"The Medical Operations Division," replied the woman blandly. "You are coming with me. You need to be treated. You are not well."
The woman turned briefly, clicking on her key chain to open the trunk. Inside was a concave form built in the shape of a woman, lit by blue lights built into the trunk lid.
She was ushered over, staring at the coffin shaped alcove with suspicion. "It's a trunk," she said, dumbly.
"It's a transportation chamber," countered the woman.
Sensing Diana’s resistance, she stepped forward and retrieved the golden lasso attached to her waist. Wonder Woman reached her hand out slowly. "Hey," she said with childlike annoyance. That's mine."
"It's okay," replied the woman. "You just need some help to understand."
She forcefully pulled Diana's hands behind her back, doubling up the length of rope and tying the lasso around her wrists, securing them together. With efficient movements, she wrapped each end of the rope under both her shoulders, meeting up at the back of her neck. A quick knot, and the heroine was bound with her own tool.
"Hold still," ordered the woman.
Diana was forced to obey, watching the woman's shiny skin as she reached into the trunk. Her eyes admired the woman's buxom figure, tracing the shiny latex that cupped her voluptuous ass.
The woman returned, holding a gas mask. "This is for your own good. You don’t want to wake up during transport," she declared. "Say ah."
"Ahhh… agh," Diana gurgled, as a thick, black dildo was inserted into her mouth.
The woman unfolded the rubber mask, removing her tiara and smoothing the latex over her forehead. "Just relax and stand still," said the woman, calmly. "Don't worry about your costume, I will make sure none of it goes missing."
The mask didn't have any vision holes, but as it was snuggled onto her head, two blocks of multi colored LED lights sparkled randomly in front of her eyes. The woman patted her shoulder. "I'm almost done, Diana."
A zipping noise was accompanied by a feeling of tightness as the mask conformed to her head, her dark hair flowing out the rear, clamped to the back of her neck. She could hear the sound of her pulse, elevated, but stood still as she was commanded. She had been ordered and she would obey. Her lasso ensured this.
Diana briefly wondered how the other woman knew her name, but she was interrupted by a brilliant flash of light that seared her retinas. The intensity of the LEDs modulated, green light filling her vision. Her thoughts vanished, torn to shreds by the hypnotic light.
Her mouth clenched around the gag in her mouth, sucking at the thick rubber. She could hear a rattling outside, something heavy being attached to the front of the mask. A cool blast of air entered her lungs, a sweetness tainting her breath.
She was feeling calmer. The gas was taking her fear so that could continue to stand still and obey. As she had been ordered. An unexpected thrill ran up her neck.
"There," said the mysterious woman with satisfaction. "That should keep you quiescent long enough for my purposes. In we go!"
Soft hands pressed against her back, urging her forward. Submissive, she walked blindly, a kaleidoscope of color barraging her eyes. Normally, her mental defenses were quite formidable, but the triple threat of lights, lasso, and gas had shut down her mind. All she wanted to do was sleep.
The woman was happy to oblige her wishes, helping her to climb over the lip of the trunk and into the inner container. The interior was cushioned, a pillow tucked under her head to increase her comfort.
She could hear the trunk lid being slammed outside her mask, but her mind was far away, lost in the mesmerizing blur of colors. The smell of latex permeated her nose, the tight material clamped over her head. Her fingers twitched, but her hands had been tied securely.
She had been captured, and she didn’t even care.
***
"What are you planning to do with the Wonder Woman?" asked a feminine voice emanating from the black cat sitting calmly in the passenger seat.
Her tail lashed against the leather surface. "She is an incredibly powerful foe, and could easily foil your plans before they get off the ground."
Eris sighed, her tight, black latex catsuit cupping her breasts. She tossed Wonder Woman's tiara onto the dash and relaxed into her seat, the rubber creaking around her ass. The cat was right. Damn her.
"She could also be a powerful ally," she retorted. "Besides, I need a proper test subject for the new devices, and you certainly aren't going to volunteer." She reached into the center console, retrieving a pair of sunglasses.
The cat stretched out, rolling into a ball and giving her a languid blink. "It's not my job to help you," she retorted in a deep, sultry voice. "I'm only here to ensure a return on investment."
Eris grunted, knowing that she was on thin ice. Supers were notoriously hard to abduct, and she was still riding the glow from her capture of one Diana Prince. Not many supervillains could say that they had a famous superhero locked in the trunk of their car.
She wasn't even certain whether the process she had developed would work, much less work on a Super. Not that she had many options.
Quite frankly, she was running out of time. The Council of Elders was not a patient organization, and her loan was coming due soon. It was expensive to be a villain. Far more expensive than she had counted on when she had first made the decision that had set her on this fateful path.
Putting together a suite of effective superhero countermeasures had taken all of her considerable intellect as well as a large infusion of cash. She had painted the car she was driving with a special telepathy blocking coating she had developed. A prime necessity when superheroes like the Martian Manhunter were liable to be looking for her.
Testing it had been the most difficult part of the process. The council had provided her a telepath for hire at an exorbitant rate, which proved the concept. No telepath they had access to could possibly outmatch the Martian, however. She was doubtful any human could.
Another worry to lock away in her box of uncertainties. It was too late for that sort of speculation. All she could do was execute the plan to the best of her ability.
All in all, developing the requisite technology wasn’t the biggest problem for her. The raw materials and special equipment weren’t free. It all cost money. Loads of money.
She cringed at the bills as they flowed in each month, gritting her teeth at the outflows. Lab equipment, medical equipment, audiovisual equipment. All of those were bad, but not as bad as acquiring small hunks of kryptonite. She had never known just how rare and valuable the material was until it was time to try and get some. It was almost impossible to source without the right connections, but fortunately the council had those.
The governmental contract she had won for her radar coating had helped to prevent her from going entirely underwater. That sort of work was boring, though, and took time away from her more important projects.
Sure, she could gin up some extra coin on the side by mixing up batches of additives with special properties, but she had to be in the right mood. Her power was a bit fickle, and sometimes refused to work exactly as intended. Rarely, it could take up to a day to achieve the desired effect.
She shuddered, thinking about the formable plastic explosives. The idea was to create a cheap substance that could be placed as shaped charges. That hadn't gone as expected. The debris had taken months to clean out of the lab, leaving her even deeper in the hole.
There were other inventions that she refused to sell. The specially modified missiles that she had used to take down Diana's plane was one of them. Selling the only weapon she had which could counter her radar coating would reduce the demand. Besides, she needed to keep something in her back pocket, lest she be defeated by her own technology. That would be humiliating.
Despite her technical advances, It was hubris to hope that she could stop the entire Justice League by virtue of her wits alone. That was why she needed superheroes on her side, too. Hence, the plan to capture Wonder Woman and convert her into her slave. It was only a part of the plan to achieve her larger goal.
This all relied on her technology working exactly as designed. Which was a problem, as technology never worked exactly as designed. Fortunately, she had another test subject sitting in the passenger seat right next to her.
She hummed to herself, cheerful now that the first part of her plan was in motion. Reaching out her right hand, she manipulated the radio controls, pretending to search for a station.
Bright lights in blues, grays, and yellows scattered through the interior of the car, momentarily blinding. The radio crackled, her recorded voice coming through in modulated tones. Eris stayed calm, still humming as she watched the road ahead, her special sunglasses filtering out the distracting lights.
Her feline companion chuckled. "It was a nice attempt, but your mind control technology has no effect on me. You can't get out of your obligations to the council that way.
Eris shrugged. She filed the knowledge away, her mind already working on a different approach.
She hadn't really expected it to work, but it had been worth a try. She needed all the allies she could get, willing or otherwise.
She continued to drive, pretending she hadn't noticed the cat's statement. It was always possible that Styx was lying to her. If so, she wanted to give the hypnotic lights the best chance of success. If even one trigger could be implanted, that would create a chink in the animal's armor that she could exploit. That was the theory, anyway.
She spun the wheel, exiting the rows of warehouses and heading uptown. It wouldn't take long to get to her lab, though downtown traffic was always heavy. She took her time, careful not to speed, obeying all traffic signals.
Styx growled unhappily, the fur on her back standing on end. She leaped onto the center console and reached out a paw, claws extending. "If you don't turn off that display and your horrid voice, I will scratch you," she threatened.
Eris reached over and shut down the radio. "I finally found a way to get under your skin. Good to know."
Styx hissed, but backed down, licking her paw. "I just don't feel like listening to more of your scratchy voice. Did you eat a box of glass shards before recording that? Or is that how you usually sound?"
Eris ignored the insult, turning the wheel. The lab was just up ahead, and she wasn't feeling threatened by the talking cat. She had bigger concerns.
The lab was hidden in plain sight, taking up an entire downtown block. The construction had taken years to complete, consisting of a white edifice with large cylinders made of steel and glass.
It looked modern. It looked airy. It looked like it had nothing to hide.
Which was, of course, false. The design hid as many secrets as it revealed. The upper floors were only for the most mundane of experiments and legal activities. She had staffed an entire administrative section to deal with the business legalities and boring boilerplate necessary to run a business.
The real work happened underground. Nobody was allowed access down there but her and Styx. And one potential new slave.
As the car sidled down the side of the building, a built in transponder signaled her presence to the garage. A nondescript steel roll up door opened vertically, allowing access to her vehicle.
She took the corner at high speed, clipping the curb. Lights flickered on as her car descended down a paved spiral ramp. The tires squealed as she turned the wheel to the right, keeping the angle precisely where it needed to be.
After a few more dizzying turns, the tunnel straightened up and opened into a large, rectangular, underground garage. She gunned the motor, spinning the car into a drift, tires smoking.
The car shuddered, sliding nearly between the yellow lines, brakes shrieking. The acrid smell of burnt rubber filled the vehicle. "How do you like the sound of that?" she declared, very pleased with the result.
The cat shook herself, her fur splayed in all directions. Her face scrunched up and she hacked up a ball of vomit onto the pristine leather seat.
"Very neat. I think I lost another of my nine lives," she said drolly.
Eris wasn't too concerned. The leather surface had been coated with another of her inventions and was impervious to any sort of organic matter. She smirked, but her satisfaction was short lived. In her attempt to show up Styx, she had forgotten about her captive in the trunk.
Being careful not to show her trepidation, she cracked open the car door and climbed onto her black heels. The echoes of her feet clacking against the concrete rattled her ears as she rushed to inspect the trunk. If anything had happened to her cargo, she would never forgive herself.
She popped the lid open, seeing the luscious, bound form of Wonder Woman resting against the side of the trunk. Her tough body had taken the rough maneuvers without injury, her hands still bound behind her back.
Relief rushed down her shoulders. "Sorry about the ride," she muttered, her heart pounding.
The captive superhero said nothing, her chest moving up and down with regularity. Eris found her eyes inevitably drawn to the enticing slopes of the somnolent woman's breasts, blinking to break her lascivious stare.
Of course Wonder Woman wasn't conscious! She had designed the mask and hypnotic display specifically to keep her under!
If Diana had figured out how to get out of her bondage, she was certain she would be hearing it right about now. Despite their fervor for truth and justice, Supers had an annoying tendency to monologue just as much as villains. Not that she was immune from similar prideful displays.
Styx wound around the rear bumper, lazily blinking her golden eyes. She dropped Wonder Woman’s golden tiara at Eris’ feet with a metallic clink. "You forgot this," she said smugly.
"Thank you," replied Eris, biting back the humiliation she was feeling.
She wanted to give the cat a tongue lashing, but it wouldn't be wise to alienate her only ally at the moment, even if she was a fair weather friend. Her impulsiveness had gotten her into trouble before. She needed to get a handle on it before it endangered her plans.
She reached down and retrieved the tiara, looking at it for a moment, then placing it on her own head, brushing her brown hair out of the way. She struck a pose with her hands on her hips. "Do I look like a superhero? Flee, villains!" she announced in her most sultry voice.
The cat laughed, an eerie, human sounding chortle. "You're about as heroic as my hairballs."
She lifted her tail in the air and marched past the latex clad villain. Her voice drifted off as she slipped through a pair of sliding doors. "Good luck with the heavy lifting."
This was the part Eris had been dreading. She needed to get Wonder Woman secured in the indoctrination chamber before she woke up and protested her captivity. She had designed the system to keep a captive in indefinite suspension, but this particular device hadn't had as much testing as she would have liked.
While the missile system had been completed months ago, the capture system was last minute. She had tried and trashed several designs before arriving at the current prototype, which was only a week old.
"Stand up," she ordered.
If she had done her job right, the woman should stay in a subconscious, suggestible state, obeying any commands given by rote. The devil was in the details – she wasn’t certain how long this state would last. Being bound in her own lasso should be sufficient to keep her under control if the mask failed, but that was more risky. She preferred to minimize what could go wrong.
Wonder Woman struggled to turn her body around, breathing heavily within the mask. Eris reached inside, helping her to move her legs over the lip of the trunk. With a little tug, Wonder Woman rolled her butt onto the ledge and levered herself up onto the hard pavement of the garage. The hose attached to her mask stretched as she moved, her golden lasso glimmering behind her back.
"Stop."
Eris reached inside the trunk and pulled a lever, detaching a square box that the gas mask hose was connected to. Portability was a major concern since she didn’t want to assume that she would have the lasso to ensure Wonder Woman's obedience.
She dropped the cube outside the trunk. It bounced up and down in the air, suspended by the articulated rubber gas mask hose near Wonder Woman's ankle. The gas inside should last for another hour, but she didn't need that long to move Wonder Woman to the next stage of her induction.
Even if that unit failed, the gas mask's power supply was sufficient for another four hours of mesmerizing light displays. It was overkill, but she had seen far too many other would be villains fall due to underestimating their captives. She was determined not to join their ranks.
Which meant she needed to get a move on. She rested the palm of her hand over Diana's bound wrists and applied light pressure. "Come along, slave, we're going to go adjust your bad thoughts."
Wonder Woman's chest rose, her feet shuffling at Eris' command. There was something incredibly arousing about being in control of one of the most powerful superheroes on the planet. She must ensure it didn't go to her head.
The gas cube on the end of the mask’s hose swayed back and forth, bouncing off Wonder Woman's knees. She hadn't considered that problem during the initial design. What else had she overlooked?
Never mind, it wasn't important. Her eyes fixed to the cleft of Wonder Woman's butt. The dual swell of her ass cheeks were clasped by skin tight spandex. Superheroes had a tendency to wear the tightest outfits possible. She loved it.
Yet another distraction. She must save her lascivious thoughts for later. The plan must be executed.
With light pressure, she guided Wonder Woman through the exit, the automatic doors opening to reveal a long corridor. One side of the hallway was reserved for a moving walkway, which they joined to move them further into the complex.
There was no need for another walkway in the other direction, as it was reversible. This might have posed a problem if more people were using this lab, but as it was, this floor and several above were devoted entirely to her inventions. The cat didn't count – she could find her own way, for all that Eris cared.
That brought her thoughts back to her stressful situation. If her brainwashing of Wonder Woman succeeded, she would have the clout necessary to put off her financiers. If not, she would have to retool and spend the next year under their thumb paying them off. That would be more than a little unpleasant.
Payoff wasn't her only option. If she could subvert Styx, it would be easy to delude the council into believing that everything was going fine. That seemed like a tougher nut to crack, however. None of her attempts had borne fruit so far.
This was complicated by the fact that she wasn't quite sure what the cat really was. She didn't respond to the sorts of techniques that should work on animals, which meant she was something… else. Something more powerful.
She shuddered. The cat seemed capable of showing up wherever she wished, despite how many security measures Eris put in place. She had caught a glimpse of the cat's power a few times, a dark shroud that swallowed all light. Staring too deeply into her golden, marbled eyes for even a short period was enough to cause atavistic terror. Terrible power hid within the form of a small, fluffy cat. She was an enigma, that Styx.
She needed a way to counter that unknown power, which was another reason why she needed to finish her conversion of Wonder Woman. She cleared her throat and packed away her worries. They had arrived.
She tugged Wonder Woman to a stop and leaned over the retina scanner. The door beeped, opening inwards on well oiled hinges.
The interior was massive. A large dome made out of thousands of silver panels extended upwards multiple stories. Lights embedded in a grid pattern diffused onto a tiled floor. The walls were crowded with computer equipment, a top of the line supercomputer designed and built by her with off the shelf parts.
The center of the chamber was dominated by a large machine, an open faced cylinder mounted vertically inside two stretched metal rectangles. It had the appearance of a gyroscope, the rectangles connected to the cylinder via metal rods on bearings.
Four large hoses extended from the top of the cylinder, draping over the metal frame and descending into the floor. Four more were attached to the bottom of the device. The pod was mounted to the floor via a heavy metal frame, secured with massive bolts.
Eris hummed, pushing Wonder Woman towards the pod, eager to get her into position. The anticipation was rising, but so too was the danger.
The point at which she disconnected the mask, Diana would begin to regain consciousness. Her lasso was the most problematic part of the transfer, for it would need to be removed for her to be strapped down. If she did this in the wrong order, there would be a window during which the superhero would have an opportunity to escape.
The lasso needed to go first. She would just have to trust in the efficacy of her mask. "Stop," she ordered, Wonder Woman's knees pressing into the front lip of the pod.
She untied the heroine's hands, unwrapping the loop from around her head. She knew better than to drape it over her own neck, for that would leave her in the superhero's power if she happened to wake up. Instead, she tossed it over the control console. She was confident that she would find a use for it later.
"Step up into the pod and turn around, slave. Let me look at you."
The masked heroine climbed up, turning around and pressing her back against the interior of the coffin-like opening. The gas cube banged against the wall of the chamber, but was undamaged. So far, so good.
She climbed into the pod, working to strap Wonder Woman into the body sized container. First came the fabric straps from either sided, impregnated with one of her special liquids to increase its strength a thousand fold. She clicked together the buckles over the heroine’s breastbone, waist, and legs, moving the rubber hose from the gas mask out of the way.
As each strap snapped shut, it automatically descended into the pod, wrapping around Wonder Woman's body until it was cinched tight. It was a shame that she couldn’t put Wonder Woman in a proper harness. Perhaps after the initial induction her mind would be pliable enough to accept it in one of her future training sessions.
Next came the metal locking cuffs, made out of pure tungsten. That had been an absolute nightmare to source in the quantities she had wanted. Fortunately, the council had managed to locate a contact, but again, it had not been cheap.
The cuffs were attached to the body of the pod, making them even stronger. She locked them shut around Diana’s ankles and upper arms. The final one around the heroine’s neck would have to wait until she removed the mask.
She took a deep breath. This was the moment of truth. If her existing restraints weren't sufficient to hold Wonder Woman, she would find out pretty damn quick.
Reaching around Diana’s head, she slipped her hands underneath the neck line of the mask, pulling upwards. The woman's dark hair wanted to bunch up, making the mask difficult to remove. She struggled for a few moments, finally able to get the lip over the top of the woman's head.
She laid the hose of the mask over her shoulder, not taking her eyes off of Wonder Woman's face. This was it. If Wonder Woman was going to escape, this was her best chance to do it.
Wonder Woman groaned, rocking in the restraints. Her blue eyes fluttered, but she didn't show signs of consciousness. The mask had done its job properly – her conscious mind had been suppressed.
Eris let out a long breath. Everything was going to plan, which was more than a little surprising. She had fully expected one of her contingencies to be necessary, but it appeared that the heroine was less formidable than she had originally estimated.
Even so, she wouldn’t discount Wonder Woman. If she was unable to hold her captive superhero, anything else she had planned would be useless. As such, the system had triple redundancies, with two types of physical restraints and one electrokinetic.
She smiled at Wonder Woman's sleepy visage, retrieving the tiara from her head and tucking it back into place on the superhero's forehead. Might as well complete the costume before she emptied her mind.
She put a hand against the heroine's breastbone, pushing her back into the container. This gave her enough room to snap the tungsten collar around Wonder Woman’s neck. She wasn't going anywhere now. Probably.
She stepped down, admiring the flexing muscles of the heroine's bound body. She flipped on the containment field, a flicker of light and a low hum announcing its presence. The containment barrier was as strong as she could make it, and she very much hoped that it wouldn't be necessary.
Diana groaned, her intelligence slowly returning. Her deep blue eyes focused, piercing Eris. "Who are you?" she asked, straining uselessly against the restraints.
"My true name is not important. You may call me 'Black Shine.'"
"That seems awfully literal," Wonder Woman remarked, taking in her shiny, black latex catsuit.
"I like being self descriptive," declared Eris, snapping her latex glove and rubbing it over her breasts.
Wonder Woman didn't seem impressed by her lewd behavior. Too bad, that would have made the processing easier. Never mind, she had always believed full brain alteration would be required to ensure her servitude.
"So what comes next? A strip tease?" came an an acerbic voice.
Styx had appeared out of nowhere, perched on top of the machine's console. That was disconcerting, but not unexpected. The cat had a tendency to show up wherever she would be the most annoying.
Eris jumped internally, but was able to suppress her startled reaction. She wouldn't give the cat the pleasure of knowing how unsettling she was.
"First, a starter program combined with the will stripper fluid to hollow her out and make her compliant. At the same time, we'll embed some new memories which will allow me to train out old habits and ingrain new ones. In a few days there won't be anything left of the old Diana Prince. Just a new servant of Black Shine."
Styx continued to groom herself. "All I'm hearing right now is a boring villain monologue. The council requires results, not speeches."
Eris rolled her eyes, but said nothing. She knew better than to let the cat get under her skin. There was no reason to get upset, as all her plans had worked out so far. What remained was a grueling brainwashing marathon, which would require her personal attention. One did not leave a superhero unattended if one wished to ensure their submission.
Wonder Woman roared a battle cry, tensing her considerable muscles. The metal restraints around her wrists creaked, but held. The straps over her chest flexed as she arched her back.
Eris blanched, but maintained her outward confidence. "You are particularly brainless, aren't you, Wonder Woman? Did you really expect that to work? I’ve made sure those restraints can withstand the power of the strongest superheroes!"
Inside, she wasn't so confident. She could clearly see that one of the restraints was beginning to buckle. Her taunt was pure bravado, but Wonder Woman didn't know that.
Wonder Woman relaxed, staring at Eris with anger. Her lips were set with the confidence earned from thousands of victories. "How did you shoot me down?"
Eris chuckled, finding her misplaced courage to be cute. "It was easy once I was given your flight plan," she declared. "My new hybrid missiles have both radar and heat seeking capabilities, and can defeat all currently known countermeasures. And some unknown." She grinned. "All I had to do was flood the airspace and hope that one of them locked onto your jet's signature. You might have been invisible, but your jet still has mass and generates heat."
Eris tapped a finger against the console. "You're not invisible now. You're mine. And I think that's quite enough gloating. Let's begin."
A set of goggles rotated down from the top of the pod, a bulbous gag attached to the bottom. It pressed closer, the obscene, black dildo sliding closer to Diana’s lips.
"Wait!" shouted Wonder Woman. "At least tell me what you want! Why are you doing this?"
Eris paused the device. "This is where I reveal my evil plans so that you can foil them later, no?"
She grinned. "In any case, it's not that complicated. You're just a stepping stone to achieving my real goal: the subjugation of Supergirl."
Wonder Woman looked confused, but Eris couldn't wait any longer. She punched the button, watching in satisfaction as the dildo rammed between Wonder Woman's lips. Headphones popped down from the sides, clamping over her ears.
Wonder Woman grunted around the thick protrusion, trying to move her head, but the gag had swelled up, locking itself into her mouth. The goggles slipped into place in front of her eyes, whirring as they commenced their mesmerizing program. Eris' voice hissed into her ears, licking at her ear drums.
The heroine moaned angrily as the display chipped away at the corners of her mind, forcing her to spend all of her attention on resisting the sinister device. This was all working as Eris had intended.
She lowered a lever on the console. The floor vibrated under her feet, the thrum of heavy duty pumps filing the chamber. A blue liquid spurted from the top of the pod, splashing around Wonder Woman’s ankles. The pod began to rapidly fill up, the liquid contained by the force field.
Eris watched, speculating on how long it would take to break the heroine's mind. She knew all the theory, but theory was just a fantasy as far as she was concerned. Nothing beats practical experience.
"Just keep sucking on that dildo, Wonder Woman. It will deliver the air you need to survive while your body and mind are stripped of any resistance."
As the liquid slipped up past Wonder Woman's nose, Eris could see her struggling to breath. She choked, coughing as she aspirated in a small amount of the liquid. Learning her lesson, she started to breath through the gag, which fed her sweet air laced with a mind suppression drug.
This might seem like overkill, but again, Eris wasn't taking any chances. If one method didn't work on a superhero, perhaps using all of them would have the desired effect!
The compartment flooded. Eris took the opportunity to pull up a chair and watch her victim as the fluid did its work. Wonder Woman's struggles were getting weaker, for which she was thankful.
She rolled back to the console, leaning over the desk, grabbing the articulated neck of the microphone and pressed it against her lips.
"Your mind is pliable," she stated with authority. "You are listening to every word that I say, hanging onto each syllable. All that you know, all that you want, comes from me."
She knew her voice was being fed into the tank's headphones, giving her a direct pathway into Wonder Woman's mind. It was unlikely Wonder Woman would accept anything she told her… yet. But the low hiss of her recorded voice would work inexorably to implant the triggers she would need later to take her deeper. Rewriting a personality was no simple feat.
"You spend so much time giving to others. Your time, your strength, your powers. Why don't you give all that to me? You can trust me."
Her mouth curled into a grin as she settled in for the short session. "It's so tiring to think for yourself. So tiring to be 'on' all the time. Why not relax and enjoy what is being done to you? You should listen to my words as they caress your brain. It can't hurt to listen."
Wonder Woman made an irritated noise and shifted in the restraints. The tank was full to the ceiling, small air bubbles escaping from the heroine's nose as she exhaled. She was completely covered in the liquid, all outside influences cut off. She could only concentrate on the lights assaulting her eyes and the voice in her head.
"Can you ever really know if the other superheroes are your friends?" asked Eris. "Batman digs into your personal life and files away every fact he discovers in case you go rogue. Superman is cold and distant, an alien from another planet. But he's not the only alien in your league, is he? How many can truly sympathize with your plight, daughter of Hippolyta?"
Eris moved in for the kill. "None of them are here to save you now. You can't even save yourself. Your powers are nothing. You are nothing."
She paused for effect. Too much negative reinforcement and the captive would rebel, but she needed to plant the seeds of doubt within her psyche.
"If you are nothing, then what does that make you? A slave, only good for obeying the whims of others."
Every word she spoke was dynamically supported by a background hiss, procedurally generated induction working in tandem with her voice. Wonder Woman had stopped moving, the words worming into her subconsciousness. The visor was doing its job, keeping her in a suggestible state.
"You fight for those who cannot fight, but who will fight for you? Give me your obedience and I will be your mistress, slave. Listen to me and I will set you free from your responsibilities. I will ensure that you are free to seek your darkest desires."
Eris folded her arms and leaned into the microphone, speaking in a sotto voice. "Don't you want to feel good? Don't you want to feel pleasure? I can give you both, if you but submit."
Now she was making herself horny, perhaps not the best state of affairs for concentrating on easing her new slave into her intended role. "Wet, slick, hot. You're feeling aroused at the sound of my voice as I lead you towards deeper pleasure. The more I talk to you, the more you believe me. The more you want me. The more you must have me."
This likely wouldn't take the first go around. She would have to work on embedding the new thoughts into Wonder Woman’s brain the rest of the evening. It was going to be a long night.
"You keenly feel the empty holes in your nethers and need them to be filled. But how? Only I can fill them. Only I know your need, slave. If you obey me, I will ensure your pleasure."
She reached down and unzipped the latex spanning her vulva, slipping a few fingers into her snatch. She moaned her genuine pleasure into Wonder Woman's ears. "Doesn't this sound good? You want it. You want me," she whispered.
She snapped off the microphone, sighing in frustration. She would have to suffer just as much as her victim, because even if all went well, Wonder Woman wouldn’t be sharing her bed for quite some time.
The goal was so close now she could taste it, but it would be far too easy to slip up. She zipped her crotch shut. If the mistress could not control herself, then how could she possibly command a slave? She needed to set an example. Rules were rules, even if she was the one setting them.
She stood up and paced over to the pod, looking Wonder Woman up and down, eager to see what kind of transformation had been wrought. The brief brainwashing cycle had been completed. In tests she had done against random citizens, multiple applications of will stripper had diminishing returns. It was useful for the initial induction, but taking it further required the personal touch. Perhaps, in time, she would find a way to refine the process. None of that mattered unless she could prove it worked.
The liquid drained from the bottom of the tank, large bubbles spiraling upwards accompanied by a loud gurgling noise. As the level dropped, Eris was annoyed to see that the heroine's tiara had changed from a brassy gold to a shimmery silver.
Annoyance turned to shock when she realized that all of the superhero's clothing had been drained of color. The bold reds, whites, and blues had been replaced with various shades of gray. The metal of her tiara, wristlet, and boots had lost their golden glow, looking like cheap, stainless steel accessories.
This was definitely going to be a problem. She had hoped to brainwash Wonder Woman and return the heroine to her regular life with nobody being the wiser, but this put paid to that idea. She cursed, realizing that all of her previous tests had been on nude subjects. What an oversight!
The cat stopped licking her paw and looked at the pod, making that all too human sounding chuckle. "It looks like you sent Wonder Woman back to the Silver Age."
"Shut up."
Eris was flummoxed. She supposed her plans had been going too well, and at least one unintended result should have been expected.
One fortunate side effect of the fluid was the enlargement of sexual organs. Eris looked hungrily at the heroine's chest. Her generous assets had grown larger, easily filling a double D. This had been a side effect she had noted during her tests, but had subsequently forgot. It was quite a pleasant surprise.
After seeing their new size, she didn't feel so bad about ruining the costume. Wonder Woman was going to need a new uniform anyway – the old cups would never fit her new chest!
She would need to make her a costume that fit her new figure. It would need to match her old clothing as much as possible. She needed to throw the other superheroes off the scent. None of them could suspect that she was obeying a new mistress. That she was taking orders from Black Shine.
Wonder Woman jerked in the restraints, the tungsten clamped around her right wrist shattering under the superhero’s straining muscles. Eris was surprised at the extent of her strength. That she was able to crack the restraint with no leverage was an impressive feat!
She had no intention of allowing the heroine further freedom, however. She pressed a few buttons on the console and a metallic tentacle extended from the base of the pod, seeking Wonder Woman's snatch like a homing missile. The metallic appendage squirted inside, shaking as it penetrated her.
Wonder Woman jerked, writhing as the penetrating dildo worked her interior. Eris keyed in another program and the visor began its scintillating display once again. Diana relaxed, her arms stilling as the dildo vibrated inside her. Eris relaxed onto the desk, deflated. That had been close!
She had designed the restraints with the thought that at least one level would fail, but the setback bothered her all the same. It was going to take far more work to peel back the layers of Wonder Woman's mind to insert her new control structure.
It wasn't enough that Wonder Woman obeyed. She needed to want to obey, of her own free will. Only then would Eris have won.
Anything short of that, and her control could be reversed, replaced, removed. The other superheroes would see to that. No, she couldn't skip any steps.
"I can see that this is going to take awhile," declared Styx, leaping to the floor and wagging her tail in the air as she walked imperiously towards the door. Her talons clicked on the tile as the door opened, detecting her presence. "Let me know when you've finished. I, for one, don't think you'll succeed."
The cat hummed as she left, an eerie refrain. "Supervillain captured at the hands of the Justice League, operation shut down," she said, as if from a news report. "Her poor, abused black cat was taken to the shelter, and promptly vanished. With all of the data."
A peal of human sounding laughter wafted behind her as the door snapped shut.
Eris rolled her eyes, but said nothing. Being left alone suited her. She didn't need distractions. She leaned over, whispering more sweet nothings into the ears of the famous heroine.
***
She wasn't certain when her fleeting consciousness had returned to her. All she knew was how her body felt.
Her muscles were aching from being held in one position. She was hot, sweat beading on her body, as if she had run a marathon.
She blinked her eyes. Something had been placed in front of her face, blocking her vision. She made a muffled sound of protest, garbled due to a spongy, rubbery bulb that filled her mouth.
She tried to turn her head with little success. A hard band secured her neck, holding her against a hard wall.
Her limbs were held down, locked against a flat surface. She flexed her muscles but was unable to move them. Fair enough, she would try again later.
A soft covering was secured to her ears, white noise hissing. A low voice breathed, a rustling sound. "Obey," it whispered.
She creased her brow. The whispered word had found fertile ground somewhere in the depths of her subconscious mind. That should have bothered her, but for some reason all she felt was a warm glow.
The gag softened, her teeth banging against the hard core as it was extracted from her mouth. She coughed, swallowing the extra liquid left behind.
The visor in front of her eyes shifted away, but the hissing in her ears remained. She squinted, vision washed out by the relatively bright lights of the room she had been secured in.
Where was she? The last thing she remembered was being shot down, crashing somewhere near the river. Everything after a bright green flash of light was a blur, as if it had all been jumbled together in her mind. A vague terror seized her chest. What had they done to her?
Her skin felt bare, cool air caressing her thighs. Not a stitch of clothing remained on her. Her costume had been removed. She was nude.
Not entirely unexpected. There was more than one villain with prurient interest in her body. If that was the only change, she wouldn't have felt so weird.
Something had been done to her breasts. They were swollen, fuller than usual. She could see the domed swell of flesh from her peripheral vision. Had they been that large in the past?
Even worse, a thick, round object had been plugged into her snatch, likely a dildo. It was quiescent at the moment, but she was certain that wouldn't last.
Never mind. No matter what torture they put her under, one thing hadn't changed. She was Wonder Woman. She would get through this, like she had gotten through so many other capture attempts in the past. That certainty grounded her.
A tired voice chuckled. "Glad to see you're back with us, Diana. It took a long time to get you here."
She flicked her eyes to the left, taking in a female form dressed in tight latex, voluptuous breasts enhanced by the shiny material. Reflected light almost made the catsuit look blue. The woman stepped over to her, three inch heels ringing on the tiled floor.
Next to her feet, a black cat sat on its hind legs, disturbing golden yellow eyes watching her with curiosity. She looked away, unsettled. The cat's gaze almost seemed human.
"Who are you?" she choked out, her mouth feeling gummy from saliva. Her voice was hoarse from disuse.
"My, my, have you forgotten already? How quickly thoughts fly out of your head. If you don't remember my name, that's okay. You may call me mistress."
"Mistress," whispered through her ears, the low pitched voice hissing through the headphones.
A resonance was returned somewhere from the depths of her mind and her heart lurched. She almost believed that she was here to obey this woman. Almost.
She racked her brain, trying to figure out which villain this was. A hissing voice echoed in her ears, helping her out. "Black Shine," it whispered.
She hardened her heart and gritted her teeth. This 'Black Shine' didn't have a hold on her. "I don't have a mistress. I fight for freedom. I fight for those oppressed, for those who cannot."
The woman shrugged, unmoved by her passionate words. "Such great resistance for one made out of clay. As expected from the daughter of Zeus. In your heart, though, you know it's true. I am your mistress. Your surface thoughts are lies. You only need to accept the truth."
Diana grunted. She was just like all the others. No different. "The truth is that you're a two bit villain. A coward not capable of a stand up fight. Lurking in the shadows, plotting and scheming. Developing new technology to use against superheroes. When does that cycle end? Why can't you see that you can never win?"
"An interesting interpretation. Wrong, but interesting. The cycle ends when I become your mistress. When I control you. When you submit."
"Submit," echoed the voice in her head.
Black Shine tilted her hips and gave Wonder Woman a fierce grin. "We will have lots of fun together, as soon as you learn to address me as mistress."
She held up her hand, showing off a leather strap attached to a red ball gag. "I tire of this. Let's move on to the next phase."
Wonder Woman tried and failed to turn her head away from the round rubber ball as it was forced inside her lips. She made sounds of protest as the leather cut into the sides of her mouth. Her teeth settled around the ball, squeezing it tight as her jaw flexed with anger.
"Right now, you believe yourself to be free. Nothing is further from the truth. You belong to me. I will teach you."
Wonder Woman tried to make a biting remark, but the gag did a remarkably good job of muffling her voice. All that came out were frustrated mumbles.
The ball vibrated in her mouth, turning inky black. "That was a particularly uncharitable thought. Are you certain you're a superhero?"
Diana furrowed her brow. Thoughts weren't deeds. Nobody would condemn her for the evil things she thought about doing to this woman.
The ball vibrated again. "All those things you wish you could do to me once you have regained your freedom? They're a lie."
Black Shine leaned in close, licking the rounded orb of the gag. "You won't even remember them in a moment. Vanishing into thin air, like your old personality. Like a leaf on the wind." She wiggled her fingers in the air.
Diana gave her a maleficent stare and moaned, the dildo in her snatch teasing her with its insistent buzzing. The ball glowed blue as it extracted the bad thought.
"The more you think, the less you know. The less you know, the more you start to remember your submission to me." Black Shine pulled a laser pointer from her belt, firing a pinprick of light onto the far wall.
The black cat padded over to the wall, pawing at the red dot, a faint meow bursting from her throat. Black Shine shot the cat a glance and the animal looked down, pretending to be very interested in the tiled floor.
A projected image lit the wall, showing a picture of a human brain. A yellow light flashed, highlighting the lower central part of the brain.
"Did you ever wonder how memories form?" asked Black Shine. "It's generally agreed that the hippocampus processes short term memories into long term memories."
Wonder Woman grunted, chewing on her gag. She wanted to strangle the woman. A sharp pressure in her head and a vibration in her mouth. The thought had vanished. She wanted to serve the woman. She blinked. Where had that thought come from?
Black Shine ignored her struggle, continuing with the lecture. "Repetition runs the memory through the hippocampus over and over, helping to fasten it into your long term storage. Burning it into your brain."
The yellow highlight swirled around and around. Something about the display had captured her attention. It was pulling at her thoughts, but she still had enough resistance to look away.
The ball in her mouth buzzed. She had to look closer. Her eyes unfocused and she stared dumbly at the swirling display. Her eyes had been captured, and it had taken almost no effort on the part of Black Shine. Maybe the villainess was right?
The unwelcome thought stirred a deep pulse of agreement from the hidden recesses of her mind. Maybe she was already a slave to this mistress?
The dildo in her privates vibrated at the good thought. Her body agreed with her mind. She was a slave.
She paused. The notion seemed ridiculous to a woman of her stature. She was a solitary, strong bulwark! A hardy defender and a loyal friend! A servant and a slave to mistress!
Her mind short circuited again, rebelling at the thought that was becoming more appealing with each repetition. She felt unwell, but there was nowhere for her to hide. The dildo vibrated harder, rewarding her for thinking the truth.
"Slave," hissed the voice in her ears.
She denied it. She was a hero! Not a slave! The gag hummed and her thoughts scattered.
She was a slave! The dildo thrust deeper.
Her body felt amazing. It felt great to be a slave. More pleasure.
Freedom was an illusion. Buzz. Obeying was her primary purpose. Buzz. Thinking for herself was unnecessary. Buzz.
Her hips rotated, maximizing the warm buzzing that rattled her body. Her mind was losing, drowning in a vast sea of obedience. As a last effort at escape, she closed her eyes in desperation, sucking on the gag to reduce the spittle that was racing down her chin.
These thoughts weren't her. They were an alien intelligence trying to invade her mind.
The gag buzzed. She was remembering. Remembering the intelligent truths that she should listen to. The vibrator in her pussy buzzed.
Warm fingers touched her breasts, massaging in circles. Pinpoints of pleasure danced over her chest, driving her further towards the inevitable conclusion. They cupped her breasts, squeezing possessively.
She felt owned.
"Owned," whispered the voice in her head.
In her mind, it sounded like her. Her thoughts were intertwining with deep memories surfacing from below, blending with the insistent voice. She began to believe. She was owned.
She was buzzing all over, her body on fire. Whatever other thoughts she was having deserted her, stripping her bare under the relentless assault of her mistress.
A hot breath touched her ear, a possessive grip on her shoulder. A hand drew back the cup of the headphone. "You already belong to me."
Diana's body bucked in her restraints, a vicious orgasm raging through her mercilessly. A dominant arm undid the clasp of the gag, tearing it from her head. "You're mine!"
"Yes, mistress!" Diana screamed, her body exploding in pleasure as she surrendered utterly.
***
Eris hummed, satisfied. She had spent many sleepless days and nights molding Wonder Woman's mind, making absolutely sure that she was loyal.
In the end, her voice had failed her. She had been reduced to croaking out commands. Fortunately, the recorded programming was sufficient to tide her over until she could begin again.
The first surrender was the sweetest, but she hadn't let it give her a false sense of complacency. She had taken Wonder Woman over that edge again and again, until she could do nothing but beg her mistress to set her free to be Black Shine's willing slave.
In the end, her brain had been hollowed out, replaced with devotion to her mistress. Her personality changed permanently so that the heroine would worship and serve Black Shine utterly.
That had always been the goal, but she had been unprepared for the sheer intensity of the reality. Wonder Woman would do whatever she wanted. No matter what it was.
The control was like catnip to her. She needed to avoid letting it go to her head and stay focused on her goals.
She had recorded the sweet sounds of Diana's submission and couldn't stop herself from listening to them daily, a reminder of the pleasure she was capable of giving. Wonder Woman had caught her a few days ago, asking with a fanatical light in her eyes if mistress wanted to make her sound like that again. She had almost jumped her on the spot.
Even the cat had remarked that things were getting too hot and heavy, and she had said very little lately. Being shown proof that her brainwashing was working had shut up the feline for days. A welcome result, but now she had a new problem to solve.
Restraint. That's what she needed. Not encouragement. That was why she had landed on this solution.
She snapped on the overhead lamp, examining the delightful expanse of Wonder Woman's naked belly. She still hadn't figured out what to do about her uniform, but in the meantime the new slave didn't need any clothing to serve her.
"I'm horny, mistress, can we fuck?" asked Wonder Woman, lifting her butt to ensure that her tits shook enticingly.
Eris shook her head. She knew she had limited time before Diana pushed the issue, and she needed to lock down some of her wilder impulses before it turned them both into horny sluts. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy playing with her slave, but her heart was set on another.
"No," she said, placing her hand on top of the former heroine's belly button. "Stop moving, you're going to make this process much more difficult than it has to be."
Diana pouted, but relaxed back onto the table. Eris sighed, setting a box on the hospital bed and undoing the latch, taking out her supplies. First came the tattoo needle, complete with foot pedal and an array of markers and inks. The inks had been specially created by her to help moderate the enthusiasm of her slave.
It wasn’t a problem she had originally anticipated. Whoever had heard of a slave being too eager before?
She supposed most villains wouldn’t complain, but there was always such a thing as too much of a good thing. She just needed to lock away some of Wonder Woman’s worst impulses so that Diana could better control her behavior without giving into her slave instincts.
Once the equipment had been laid out within reach, she grabbed the black marker, scooting her chair closer to the hospital bed to get a better view of Wonder Woman’s chest. Her skin was smooth and supple, enhanced by its encounter with the will stripper fluid. Eris wanted nothing more than to oil her up and lick every inch of her.
She shook her head. Maybe she needed a tattoo as well.
Grabbing a towel, she soaked it in soap and water from the basin on the table next to her and cleaned off the area around Diana’s belly button. She ran her eyes over the peaks and valleys, imagining exactly what she wanted the tattoo to look like before she began.
Certain of the pattern, she began to sketch onto Wonder Woman’s skin with the black marker, drawing in delicate arcs, working from the interior to the exterior.
Diana giggled. "That tickles," she said. "How long do you think this is going to take? Your slave is getting wet."
"This part won’t take long," replied Eris, working as fast as she could. "The real challenge comes next. I haven’t tattooed anything since my college days, you know, so I don’t want to mess this up. Please, don’t shift too much."
Diana sighed, tugging at her lower lip with her upper teeth. "Yes, mistress, but I very much want to touch myself." Her hands crept lower.
Eris shot her a frown. "No touching. No moving. No nothing. Just sit still as your mistress commands and obey."
"Yes, mistress!" chirped Diana, flinching as she did her very best not to fidget. It was a losing battle.
Eris knew she would need to work quickly, or Diana was going to be a horny mess. She paused. "You may touch your breasts," she said. "As long as you stay quiet."
"Yes mistress!" replied Wonder Woman enthusiastically, sliding her hands underneath the curve of her large boobs.
Eris grunted, making the finishing touches on the design. It looked good. The next part was more critical. She retrieved the black ink and proceeded to fill the ink cup, readying the needle.
Fortunately, the entire tattoo didn’t need to be completed in one sitting. Just the presence of the suppression ink in Wonder Woman’s skin should make future sessions easier to handle, as her libido would be more controllable.
She pressed the foot pedal, the thin needle on the tip of the gun whirring. It was finally time to start. She started with the bottom right side of the pattern, pressing the needle into Wonder Woman’s skin to embed the thin lines of ink.
Diana giggled nervously. "It burns a little, mistress," she admitted.
"Don’t worry, slave, this will feel better as I work through it."
Styx blinked into existence on top of Wonder Woman’s chest, staring at Eris with those penetrating golden eyes. "This seems like an awful lot of work," she declared. "Why are you bothering? Shouldn’t you be fucking your slave?" She turned and leaned forward to knead Wonder Woman’s breasts, her tail waving in the air.
Wonder Woman made a squeaking noise, picking up the cat and pressing her against her impressive orbs. "What a cute kitty!" she declared.
Styx turned and gave Eris a satisfied grin. Eris rolled her eyes. Wonder Woman was lucky the cat hadn’t decided to use her claws.
Eris continued to work, finishing off the first half. The cat could try to distract her all she wanted, but she had a job to finish.
A complaining mewl broke her concentration. She turned to look at the cat, surprised to see Styx being squeezed between Wonder Woman’s breasts. Her face was flushed as she massaged the folds of skin. "Oh, yes, mistress, brand me, make me yours!" she cried.
Eris bit back a laugh and continued onto the next quadrant. The cat had made her bed and she could lay in it as far as she was concerned. "Feel the needle as it pokes into you," she said calmly, slowly drawing a half circle. "The ink is being injected under your skin, bonding you to me. A permanent display of your loyalty."
"Yes, mistress, I’m a loyal slave!" declared Diana, breathing hard. The skin of her breasts rolled under her fingers as she moved her hands up and down.
The cat had taken enough punishment, and at some time during Diana’s self stimulation had opted to fade out. Too bad, Eris had rather enjoyed the smug animal’s humiliation at the hands of her overeager slave.
"Just a little more… there," she said, closing the final loop.
The tattoo briefly flared pink, sealing the pattern onto Wonder Woman’s chest. A large weight lifted from Eris’ back. The hardest part had been completed.
Wonder Woman bucked, eyes rolling as an orgasm seized her body. A gush of liquid spurted from her vagina. Eris brushed a hand over the side of her waist. "Good, slave," she said, encouraging her to let out her pleasure by pressing several fingers into her snatch.
"More, mistress, more!" begged Wonder Woman, thrusting her hips downwards to impale her mistress’ fingers deeper into her needy pussy, her muscles spasming with delight.
Eris obliged, turning her hand to enhance the stimulation. She indulged herself by sliding one hand over to stroke her slave’s breast.
This hero was all hers. She would do whatever Eris said. She laughed, a mixture of relief and delight. The first step of her plan had come to fruition. Whatever else happened, she could not be considered a failure.
Wonder Woman begged and moaned, the slutty nature Eris had programmed into her taking over her mind. Over time, the tattoo would seal away some of her wanton habits, but for now they were on full display.
Diana tensed, then laid back, relieved, sighing with delight. Her slave was on cloud nine, sent into a meditative state by her explosive orgasm. She trembled, her knees knocking together.
Eris cleaned the tattooed area with soap, admiring the shape of the petals in relief against Wonder Woman’s pink skin. Yes, this would do nicely. She applied a bandage, pressing it against Diana’s torso with a bit more pressure than necessary.
"Time for your reinforcement session," announced Black Shine in her most commanding voice.
No matter how confident she was in her brainwashing, there was every reason to ensure the changes she had made would stick. She had no intention of allowing a superhero to steal away her prize.
"Yes mistress," Wonder Woman replied with a wide, blank smile.
Her mind had been harnessed, made to work for Black Shine. She lived for pleasure. She lived for mistress.
End Chapter One
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