A few minutes later, the Warden stepped out of his shower understandably feeling pretty pleased with himself; things were going even better than he expected. In a moment he would go back and torment Spider-Woman a little further, but there was no hurry. By the smell through the open door she had let herself down, and the longer she had to lie sprawled in her shame, the better; the more her shame her desperation grew. He was also canny enough to reason that as her fear and desperation grew, so would her complete lack of control over her Spider-sense - if and when she could finally get her hands free, abusing herself would be a non-negotiable option as her first priority. And even better, if and when she finally succeeded, then she would bring herself no relief but only increase her torment - and more so with each ejaculation. The only way she could regain even a hint of composure was if by some miracle she could gain her liberty, or if he gave her some magical assistance - and he had no intention of doing either.
And then his mobile started to ring. He was curious - although he didn't recognise the digits, only a few trusted associates had his number, so he was confident that it would be a call worth taking. "Yes", he grunted.
"Warden, my name is Frank Heflin" came the unfamiliar voice.
"And who, precisely, is Frank Heflin?", he said curiously.
"I saw your broadcast earlier. I understand you're collecting 'Super'heroines I'm here in the Electra-Cave. I'm the man who has made Electra-Woman and Dyna-Girl's gadgets work."
"Interesting!" The Warden's eyes widened imperceptibly. C-List the pair may be, but they were on his list at least at some point. "So why are you ringing me?"
"I-I've been having a few questions for a while", he started. "What I'm doing with myself, supporting a pair of Bimbos like those prancing around the town. When I think about what those stupid girls have done over the years it's unbelievable. Then tonight..."
The Warden was delighted. Was an entertaining betrayal in order? He wisely kept schtum, and let him continue.
"Look, there's no real harm in them, but I can't look myself in the mirror if I keep doing this. You were saying something about retraining them - maybe if they spent a bit of time in your facility they wouldn't be quite such a pair of gullible airheads. Maybe they might actually do something useful for a change. If I gave them up, rather than you have to look for them, would you promise not to humiliate them quite like Supergirl and Powergirl? Might you go a bit easy on them?"
"Erm, we'd have to see. Look, I'd promise not to parade them on national tv if it helps." He thought carefully. For all his faults the warden was a conflicted man - he had no wish to make a promise he had no intention of keeping. "But you've got to understand, they need to be humiliated before the change can happen. Once they realise how worthless they are, then we can start changing them for the better..."
"Okay". Just two syllables, but in them marked the effective end of the Electra-duo's old career. "Only - it's got to be tonight".
"Tonight!" The Warden was surprised. "You're eager"
"I just can't look at them again, to look into their dopy eyes and tell them everything's swell" He admitted.
"I can see that. So what were you thinking?"
"Absolutely everything they can do comes from their precious wristbands. They can control them, but only as long as I let them. I can block their control from here." He paused again. "What might interest you more is that I've developed a little mobile app. In a minute, I'll send you the link. Everything I can do from here, you'll be able to do from that phone in your hand. They won't be able to do a thing. You'll be in complete control. And - those devices can do things to them that they've never realised before. I suspect you'll like it more than them..."
"Ok, send me the link." The warden was happy to take the risk that Heflin wasn't for real - he was in no doubt that he could handle whatever they may throw at him - but he was happy to experiment, it might be entertaining. "Okay, here's my address. When should I expect them?
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