The Warden stood aside as Electra-Woman and Dynagirl obediently tottered past him into his apartment, admiring the view of their perfectly formed buttocks and crippling camel toes as they passed. They sat down on either end of his leather couch, attentively leaning forward to hear what he had to say.
"Girls, girls, relax", he smiled, "Have a drink", pouring themselves a cool-but-none-refreshing concoction of his own creation. He was already near-incredulous at their compliant and trusting nature, but he figured that anything that dulled them even further would be entertaining. As well as a heavily masked alcoholic content, it contained a prolific amount of rohypnol and the previously-tested truth serum; they were likely to have a very interesting chat...
"So, girls", he began, finally satisfied that his guests had drunk sufficient libation for it to start an effect, Electra-Woman and Dynagirl's eyes starting to glaze over and their compliant forms sinking deeper into his huge couch. "Tell me about how you go about being Superheroines..."
"We go out and arrest bad guys", chipped in Dynagirl helpfully.
"Oh, ok", he smiled condescendingly. "So how do you know who's good and bad?"
Dynagirl looked blank for a moment; clearly the thought had never occurred to her. This time Electra-Woman answered. "Frank Heflin tells us. He listens to the police radios and tells us what we need to do".
"Good old Frank!", he smiled. "So you always do what he tells you to, eh?"
Both Heroines nodded enthusiastically. "We trust him implic, erm imples, oh er implistic", faltered Elecctra-Woman, struggling to find the right word. "Totally!" - helpfully added Dynagirl.
"So...", started the Warden. "After helpful Frank has told you who to get, how do you get them. Are you super-strong or something? Can you fly? Are you martial arts experts?"
"Er, no", blushed Electra-Woman. "I'm terrible at fighting, and Dynagirl is even worse. We're both pretty feeble to be honest. If we tried to fight without our Electracoms, we wouldn't have a chance. Frank got us to to go to a self-defence class and they did their best with us, but we really were useless."
The Warden had to ask. "Really? How 'useless' were you?"
Dynagirl took up the baton. "The instructor dropped us into the remedial class immediately. People were putting us in the most basic holds, the ones that he said even toddlers could get out of, and we were still utterly stuck. Nothing he said would sink in. We kept passing out, we were ridiculous."
Electra-Woman thought she had more to add. "We were trying to grapple smaller and weaker people, and we just kept on fainting and humiliating ourselves. He made us help out in the children's class in the end. We were paying extra for all the smelling salts we were needing. The instructor even brought in some sex dolls so we could practise on something that didn't fight back - but we even struggled with them.
Dynagirl: "The worst thing was we kept wetting ourselves whenever we fainted. We wore lots of perfume to try to mask it, but everyone knew. Our training panties became thicker and thicker diapers, but they were never enough. We had to change 5 times a session. Frank had to pick us up after each session because neither of us are clever enough to drive and we couldn't bring the Electracar. The one time we tried to walk home we were accosted in the park by a couple of Middle-Schoolers - they stole all our clothes and their hands were - their hands were everywhere. It was so embarrassing, the police found us lost in the park and Frank took an awful telling off for letting us out unaccompanied.
"Dear old Frank!", interrupted Electra-Woman. "How many times have we come home tired and he's had to get us undressed and put us to bed. I can't believe it really, he has to clean up after us all the time, and the amount of times we've had to come home in poopy pants after we've got it wrong. If it's only one of us it's ok, we'll help each other, but if it's both of us we don't know where to start, and Frank has to do the dirty work...."
The warden grinned to himself. This was priceless, he knew they were inept, but this was spectacular. "Ok girls, thank you for being honest. I know that must be embarrassing to admit. You must at least be an expert on your Electracoms. It sounds like they are your only defense...
Both heroines turned bright crimson. "We don't have a clue how they work", confessed Dynagirl "We don't even know how to charge up the the Electracar. We're totally reliant on Frank, if these things ever stopped working, we'd be terrible trouble."
"Oh dear, I really can see why Frank sent you to me", the Warden started, thinking it was time to move things along. "So go on, why don't you give me a little demonstration of some of the powers of those Electracoms. Let's see what you're working with..." He subtly pressed a button on his mobile.
"That's fine, there's all sorts of things they can do", grinned Electra-Woman. "Check this out!" There was a pause, then a confused "Oh."
"Problem, Electra-woman?" The Warden said in mock concern.
"It's dead! It's not working. This never happens..." Electra-Woman panicked. "Dynagirl, is yours ok?"
Dynagirl was frantically stabbing at our Electracom to identically no effect. "No, mine's dead too! Frank!", she squealed into the intercom, "What's going on!" There was no reply.
"Oh dear, what terrible timing", the Warden tried to look stern. "Do you really think you two are cut out crimefighting? If you can't make those work, you really are in trouble aren't you"
The Girls just looked at him dopily, their drugs taking ever more effect.
"Let's think", the Warden continued, "Frank told me that those Electracoms of yours even control those bright costumes of yours, they make them appear and disappear don't they..."
"Er, yes", agreed Electra-Woman, for a moment concerned as to how this was going. "But there's no problem there, they've frozen, they're not doing anything, least of all changing our clothes."
The warden surreptitiously touched a control. With a flash, both the heroine's costumes vanished into thin air! Everything they had simply disappeared, except for the Electracoms and the ribbons holding Dynagirl's ribbons in place. They each squealed in shock, clumsily trying to hide their sudden nudity - badly. Their panic-struck eyes searched for cushions to hide behind, but nothing seemed available.
Both shocked heroines tried to spring to their feet. Weighed down by her giant breasts and doped to the eyeballs, Electra-Woman failed to make it, listlessly collapsing backwards onto the couch. Dynagirl just about made it, flinging her arms wide to steady herself and fully exposing her nudity. "Wh-wh-what's happening", she blurted nervously.
"That's quite simple, Dynagirl", the Warden smiled. "Those precious Electracoms of yours aren't dead, they're working perfectly. Just not for you! From here (waving his phone with a grin), I can make them do everything they used to do and more. I was bored of seeing you with your clothes on and thought that I'd look at you nude"
"Y-you pig" squealed Dynagirl "I don't know wh-what is going on here, but give us our costumes back AT ONCE". She stood with hands on hips, trying to regain her once familiar composure as a heroine, and stamped her foot in outrage. But now she very definitely needed two points of anchorage, and the simple movement betrayed her balance and she too toppled backwards onto the couch.
"Lying down in the job, eh - let's give you both a hand." At a flick of a finger, both heroines lifted into the air a few feet off the ground, helplessy spinning in mid-air.
"Looks like your Electra-Degravitate is working perfectly" he grinned in satisfaction. "Let's try a bit of your Electra-Force Shield shall we? Of course, this time let's use it a bit differently this time..."
In horror, both Electra-Woman and Dynagirl felt invisible iron grips grab their wrists and ankles, pulling them apart further than they could ever go without persuasion, holding them immobile and horizontal about 5 feet from the ground. Shock and pain momentarily cleared their tiny minds.
"Why are you doing this!?" wailed Electra-Woman. "Frank said we could we trust you..."
"Ah, but can you trust Frank", the Warden smiled evilly at their look of shock. "Who sent you here? Who set up this little gadget for me. Who put these clever little additional gadgets on. Let's see now; Electra-Mute (Both Heroines were instantly struck dumb); Electra-Dildos (Huge invisible phalluses formed in all 3 of their orifices; vibrating frequently and giving constant but irregular electric shocks, the Electra-Mute facility was tested to capacity); and my personal favourite - Electra-Spank. Your precious Frank told me a bit about this one. What you're feeling at the moment is a small piece of your precious Electra-Force Shield activating at different levels throughout the epidermis on your helpless heinys - I bet they burn like miniature volcanoes. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad if left alone, but the forcefield is also giving you constant stinging slaps to each buttock and your precious little cookies in between".
"By the tears running down your faces, they've clearly started!" He paused a moment to fondle Electra-Woman's huge boobs that were dangling invitingly near eye level. "Very nice! Don't worry DynaGirl, I'm sure we can get you up to proper size soon."
He stood back a moment to look them both in their sobbing faces. "You're finished, you stupid pair of sluts. You've been set up by your most trusted friend and this is just the start. You are going to spend the rest of your worthless lives learning how to better 'Superheroines' - which means learning how to serve men as helpless fuckslaves. Tomorrow I'm going to take you to a special facility in the hills where lots of guys are going to be very eager to play with you. SUCH a shame that you can't do anything about it.
His laptop beeped from across the room; "Now - It looks like I've got work to do..."
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