When they have you under control, anything is possible. I’d been through the sex toy thing more than once. I’d also been through their need to use captured heroines as weapons. It only made sense that whatever powers you have might be of use to a villain.
When I was seeking out Vixen in Hong Kong, I found out all about that. She had captured her sister, Alley Cat. That I knew. What I was to learn was that Vixen had programmed her brain to act on command as part of an animal control experiment. I’ll never forget the mind-numbing pain of Alley Cat’s grip on my breasts as she captured me from behind. Her strength had been increased ten-fold and it felt as if she was trying to rip the large, round globes from my body. She shook me and twisted them until Vixen gave her a command.
"Give her a toss!"
Alley Cat - the lean, lithe, black-clad heroine - sent me flying into a stack of oil drums. Groggy, I couldn’t fight as she lifted me up by my hair. I looked up at her -beautiful blond slave - and did nothing as she struck me in the temple. They stripped my body suit down to my waist and used length after knotted length of rope to hang me by my breasts from the ceiling.
"Never try to come between sisters," Vixen laughed as she hoisted me up. Even after I escaped from that bind, Alley Cat was able to capture me for Vixen. With her speed, with her power, she snatched me up in a bear hug and squeezed me into blackness.
Peregrine’s ability to fly made her a useful tool for Succubus. When she was a mind slave, her long, Latina body - a brown and black blur as she flew in her skin-tight body suit - scooped up Arachnae and carried her higher and higher until the speed and the altitude knocked her out.
Alley Cat and Peregrine were under complete control. Thunder, Mystic and I were semi-controlled. We could talk, but had no free will as far as commands. They told us what to do and we simply did it.
The Congregation walked us out into the night air. There was no need for collars and chains. We were slaves.
"What did you put in our bodies?" I asked.
They were only too eager to explain. Control pods. Clear minds. Puppet bodies. A powerful charge from their energy source flowed through us. We knew that we had to do their bidding and could only choose what we were told to do.
"You’ll bring Scorpio to us, " Father told me. He fondled me again.
He stepped down the line.
"You will bring Eclipse, " he told Mystic.
"And you...." His hand was on Thunder’s right breast. "You will bring ...."
"Nothing,"
He paused.
"I will bring you nothing."
Her voice was like a shock through the fall air. It hung there, a moment of panic and confusion for Father and the others. It hung there, and I recalled that I never told Mystic about how villains can be over-confident also. About how Vixen the hunt club, Vixen, all of them lose focus and forget details.
Thunder came alive. I felt the air crackle as she released her first blast. They didn’t smell like human’s when they burned, these Congregationalists. They revert to their original form and smell as alien as they look.
A psychic impulse ran through us, and Mystic and I moved to defend our captors. I grabbed Thunder around the thighs, again taking in the deep smell of her crotch. Mystic had her by the breasts.
"Yes!!!" screamed Father, his half-human mass dissolving from the energy blast. We would have had her, if she hadn’t produced a stun burst, blacking us out. As I faded, his words came back to me. A powerful charge. An energy source.
We woke up in the tall grass. I’m not sure where we were compared to their mansion, but my body no longer hummed with the energy of the Congregation.
"Their energy source recharged you an cleared your head," Mystic said.
Thunder was crouching next to our prone bodies, her gorgeous body framed in the moonlight.
"That’s right, love. Then you were set free by their demise."
All three of us stood, our bodies throbbing with pain. I was a mass of bites, bruises and scars.
"This has been a great evening," Mystic chirped. She was nursing her right breast.
"Yeah, tell me about it," I laughed.
Thunder ran her finger through her hair and looked at us. "If it’s any consolation," she said, London-smooth. "You were a couple of great lays."
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