He was actually amazed how simple it had been. He had calmly chosen the 12 Superheroines with whom he was most keen to get better acquainted and invited them all to a rendezvous on a castle on a deserted Scottish Island. Of course, there had been more to it than than that. Each invitation had been carefully prepared, and individually sent to their home address. Their initial shock at seeing their identities discoved was quickly allayed by attention-grabbing opening paragraph carefully flattering its recipient and requesting their presence at a gathering of the World's Greatest Superheroines, for a televised charitable event like no-other - a cool 1 billion euros to a charity of their choice had been promised for their very appearance. Funds had never been of a problem.
Of course, even the most naive of the Heroines smelt a rat, but the presence of an unconditional cashier's cheque of 10 million certainly piqued their interest - as did the potent but undetectable persuasion gas designed to further allay any nerves. There was no way that he could know how many reservations some of them may have had, but ultimately their morals to support causes close to their heart won out and they confirmed their attendance. Most came prepared with tracking beacons built into their costumes, for colleagues to attempt rescues should anything go awry. Some were confident enough not to even take this precaution.
And so 12 of the World;s most powerful Superheroines made their way to the island at the allotted time; Supergirl, Powergirl, Mary Marvel and Firestar simply flying; Zatanna and Green Lanternette also using their specific abilities, Wonder Woman and the Invisible Woman using their own planes; Batgirl and the Black Canary borrowing the Batwing. Spider-Woman and the Black Widow preferred to travel incognito.The 12 of them found themselves at the appointed time signposted to an empty great hall inside the castle, and sitting down on a simple stool marked with their name, waiting for their mysterious benefactor to arrive. They chatted idly with each other, making and renewing acquaintances with their Superheroine sisters.But getting the Superheroines in the right place at the right time was only the very start of his plans. Finding an effective way to take them down quickly and effectively was key, and if he could do so in a manner that left them ripe for future entertainment, then so much the better.
But how could just one man take down 12 of the world's most powerful Superheroines? The Kryptonians were invulnerable to practically everything, the Invisible Woman and Green Lanternette able to draw up shields to protect themselves at a moment's notice; all their colleagues more than able to protect themselves, especially surrounded by their colleagues to back them up. Unfortunately for the chosen heroines, their gracious host had been amply supplied with both time and funds to make sure preparations for their arrival went without a hitch.The first gas that was pumped into the room was the most crucial one, colourless, odourless, and designed to be unnoticed even by the Gotham residents who understandably felt fully prepared to notice any changes to the atmosphere. Mixed with trace quantities of gold Kryptonite, Supergirl and Powergirl found themselves obliviously breathing in the one substance that would permanently nueteralise their formidable powers while they happily chatted with their equally vulnerable sisters. The second gas simply helped them relax, removing any sense of urgency or uncertainty, and helping them each to fully relax into their situation.
He watched them on an array of concealed camera, seeing the smiles grow broader, their defences grow shallower, and their futures become ever more uncertain.And then he released the final gas, a lightning-fast chloroform that rendered all 12 heroines unconscious within a split second. As 12 female heads thumped against cold stone, he knew it was time for the next stage of their welcome
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He burst into the hall, confident that the gas still saturating the room was designed to be completely ineffective to men, but doubly so to physically fit women. He had an array of needles that would seal the fate of their 12 victims. First, each heroine received a strong anesthetic into the nape of their neck that would keep them deeply unconscious until they were ready to revive them in their own time. Next they each received four more shots into the same place; firstly attacking their brains to cloud and weaken their minds to disable them from properly focusing on any problem at hand; next interacting with their nervous systems to reduce their control over their limbs. In one shot any years of physical training they may have undergone disappeared into the ether reducing them to little more than clumsy and enfeebled toddlers.
Next those nervous systems were targeted to adjust their pain and pleasure receptors to far more appropriate levels. On awakening they would find that the feeblest blow that once they could shrug off unnoticed would prove simply agonising. Making the experience even more confusing and debilitating would be the realisation that their boundaries between pleasure and pain had been extensively blurred, meaning that humiliating physical defeat would have a most unwelcome side effect.
Their final shot permanently loosened each of their jaws so they would be unable to injure any intruder whose presence they may have been less than impressed with.
As their bodies lolled uselessy on the floor, he proceeded with the next stage of their induction process. Their precious costumes not only kept them clothed, a state which he had no wish to preserve, but also many of them contained crucial artefacts that may help them protect themselves and also possibly summon help - any last vestige of clothing was due to be removed immediately. Remarkably quickly, each heroine was reduced to their birthday suit, any item whose removal may have been proving problematic slashed in two - they would never be restored. A powerful tazer to the small of their back meant that any electrical devices embedded in their nervous systems were quickly disabled.
Any weapon carried, however well concealed, was taken from them for the last time.With their delectable bodies exposed, fresh injections followed into crucial areas - wrists, ankles, shoulders knees and hips each receiving a debilitating cocktail designed to further enfeeble; injections to the palm of each hand meant that any fist they made would be ineffective, and the grip on any weapon they may attempt to utilise would be easily broken. Their hamstrings received a dose to increase their fragility and make their balance ever more uncertain. Each of their ass cheeks received a powerful pain inducer so that even the feeblest of impact would feel like they had received the Hulk's best shot. Their pussies and assholes received treatments that however unwelcome any attentions they mar receive may be, their pleasure receptors would still be driven to overdrive.Finally, our damsels-soon-to-be-in-distress were flipped over so that their mammaries could be adjusted as would be appropriate to their new duties.
The largest hypodermics yet went into the centre of each nipple, designed to produce dramatic and quite permanent lactation that would quickly increase the size and sensitivity of each bosom threefold - and their sensitivity tenfold. Even the most athletic heroine had now been reduced to an awkward ludicrously top-heavy bimbo - the bigger girls like Power Girl and Wonder Woman would now find themselves with quite significant balance problems. Next the Heroines received individual treatments designed to remove any ability that their physical incapacitation may still have left intact; Supergirl and Powergirl received overwhelming doses of Gold Kryptonite that sent any last vestige of their Kryptonian abilities into the ether - and would leave them with ever more debilitating withdrawal systems.
Zatanna had a particularly invidious concoction that dissolved every last drop of her magical manna. Wonder Woman received a double dose of bimbo juice to disable any ability to summon her invisible plane or control her once-faithful lariat. The Cosmic Radiation still latent within the Invisible Woman's body reacted with an intruding injection to transform themselves into nothing more than milk, rendering her the 'largest' heroine immediately. Mary Marvel found her transformation experience adjusted unhelpfully - any utterance of the formerly magic word would now simply increase her cup size. An antidote to Spider-Woman's radioactive bite was applied at a most inappropriate time. Firestar was injected with an ingenious concoction based on liquid nitrogen that cooled her heat-based abilities to the point that attempting to use any of her former abilities resulted in nothing more than flatulence. Finally, the Canary Cry was ingeniously adjusted, an injection on her throat meaning that her vocal chords were constricted to normal patterns, that would now come out as merely a pitiful and despairing wail.
Now came the means by which he was quite certain that no attempt at rescue could be possible - an ingenious dimensional portal that transported the room's occupants to a carefully researched pocket dimension set in a time bubble identical but seperate to this one - their presence untrackable to any colleagues they left behind who may search for them. Journeying to the pocket dimension was a disorientating experience that only one of the occupants were prepared for and experienced in. But for the heroines, no such considerations had been made, instead debilitating them even further - a process reversible with appropriate medications, which they were not about to receive.In a blinding flash of light the 13 occupants found themselves in an absolutely identical hall. All but one of their costumes and weapons were carefully locked away for future examination. But the host had grasped Wonder Woman's lariat for his own and wrapped it around each of their slender necks and made his next move.
"Superheroines - wake up!", he commanded authoritatively. 12 bleary sets of eyes shot open magically shot open, controlled by the amazonian magic that brought them to a level of consciousness that would enable them to receive lasting commandments but regain any useful faculties. Listen to me, and obey..."
1. You will never remember being under the influence of this lariat.
2. You will fail to notice any changes to the clothing and equipment of yourselves and your colleagues until drawn to your attention.
3. You will not attempt to use any of your powers until you are accosted.
4. You will fail to remember the specifics of any type of offence or self-defence.
5. You will remain confused about your changed circumstances, unable to focus on any positive action.
Glazed eyes turned white for a moment as his instructions firmly took hold. They were nearly ready for their re-awakening, but as he released the lariat from their throats, they sank again into a deep slumber, their physical abilities totally unable to match its magical machinations. Next came the final course of their preparations, recladding them in reduced versions of their costumes designed solely to titillate and humiliate. All would now be barefoot, with no need to additionally burden themselves with such 'empowering' items.Their new costumes were made entirely for the benefit of their assailants rather than their wearers, enabling zero protection and easy access to their most inmate areas. Any areas that were actually covereded were done so in fabric so sheer that absolutely nothing was concealed. Where once they were clad sensibly in appropriate underwear designed to offer them necessary support; now their compliant, curvaceceous and enfeebled bodies would wobble helplessly within grotesquely insufficient attire. In solely alphabetical order;
Batgirl's form-fitting bodysuit had been shrunk several sizes and reduced to the merest fraction of thickness - her lithe body displayed as fully as if wearing only the most erotic of nightwear. She still had her trusty belt, but now each pouch was both empty and securely fastened down, with nothing available to come to her aid.
Black Canary had lost her jacket and now was clad in a tight push-up black bodice that remained completely see through. No longer descending to her crotch, her lower half only wore a far sparser variation of her familiar fishnet tights.
Black Widow had kept her Bodysuit, but now the revealing zip was pulled down more than low enough to demonstrate she was a natural redhead. The teeth were mangled, so that there was no hope of being able to pull it up. Her famous Widow's kisses were now armed only with distilled water.
Firestar's yellow bodysuit had always demonstrated her best features, but now the cleavage was cut so low, and her crotch thinned and pulled so high, it was completely obscene.
Green Lanternette simply wore a skimpy set of lime green bra and panties, and a cumbersome and very fake ring.
The Invisible Woman's costume remained electric-blue, but there was now far less of it, prepared for little more than being torn off at another's will.
Mary Marvel had lost her panties and now her short flared skirt failed to reach her hips. She only had a pair of pasties to hide her mammaries, with glue designed to fail in contact with perspiration.
Power Girl's tiny white costume was now even tinier and completely see-through, with her huge orbs no longer even remotely tucked away.
Spider Woman's costume was still deep red and figure-hugging, but now resembled a spider's web, which seemed far more fitting. Lap Dancers would have been unable to wear it for reasons of taste and decency.
Supergirl had also lost her precious panties, her costume remaining in the appropriate colours but designed as a tube too narrow to properly conceal her bust and too flared to hide her nether regions.
Zatanna wore solely a white blouse far too tight to close around her increased bust and instead dangling limply from her shoulders and down the sides of her body to expose a humiliating full-frontal.
Wonder Woman's costume had taken the most work and was something of a work of art. Still she had what she presumed to be her faithful girdle, lariat, cuffs, and tiara, but all now useless replicas. Her starred hotpants had been reduced to the skimpiest of g-strings with a simple white star directly over her supposedly inviolate holiest of holies. Her once-mighty eagle had found it's wings clipped, serving only to push up and display her incredible bust that was now on full display.
And so the 12 former maidens of might were again placed on their appropriate stools ready for their awakening...
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