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 individually prepared, and individually sent to
their home address. Their initial shock at seeing their identities
revealed 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. Powerful backers meant that funds were no part 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. 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 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...............................................................................................................................................................................................He
had 11 colleagues with him, 11 conspirators who had happily made their
own contributions to enable them to be part of this process. The 12 men
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.Each 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 could 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, the Superheroines' welcoming
team, proceeded with the next stage of their induction process. Their
precious costumes not only kept them clothed, a state which none of the
team wanted 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 systems were quickly
disabled. Any weapon carried, concealed or otherwise, 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 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. 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 the conspirators were 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 exactly
half of the occupants were fully 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 24 occupants found themselves in an absolutely
identical hall. All but one of their costumes and weapons were
carefully locked away for future inspection. But the ringleader 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.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-defence5. 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 advise 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 concealed 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 crutch thinned and pulled so high, it
was completely obscene.Green Lanternette simply wore a skimpy set of lime green bra and panties, and a 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 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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