Linda Danvers muttered to herself. Had she not been in this chamber filled with other women she might have been able to do something, but as it was she was as helpless as they were. She could do nothing to reveal her secret identity as Supergirl so was forced to wait.
She had been sitting in her college class, listening to the lecturer talk about what she already knew. Then there had been a flash of green light and in the blink of an eye she was here. All the captives were female, but that wasn't really the issue. She guessed it would turn out to be some sort of alien race and that they would have to be taught a lesson by Supergirl. The only problem was that she would have to wait for the chance to do so.
So far six girls had been taken, two at a time. Mechanical platforms would wheel in and two of the girls would be commanded to stand on them. They were forced to raise their arms, which were then pinioned, along with their waists and ankles. The platforms then left the room. The things had been impervious to her invisible heat vision, but there were plenty of alien metals that wouldn't melt. The walls were also some sort of lead composite that she couldn't see through. Any other action would have made her too visible. She would just have to wait.
The door opened and the two platforms entered slowly.
<<Linda Danvers. Jessy Rigger. Stand on the platforms!>>
Linda stepped forward, not wanting to seem too enthusiastic. Jessy was even less so. The small redhead shuffled nervously to the machine, her pink sweater heaving with anxiety.
<<Raise arms!>>
Both girls did so and the clamps strapped down on them. Then they were turned and glided out of the room. The corridors were simple and gray. Linda thought about breaking free here, but Jessy was right beside her and she thought it might be better to wait until she actually saw her captors. The platforms slid into a room, standing sided by side. They faced a massive two-way mirror, obviously with lead because Supergirl couldn't see through it.
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Jessy shook nervously as she heard the words.
<<Subject two. Linda Danvers…Supergirl.>>
"What?" Jessy asked, confused. "You're Supergirl? Of course, it makes sense. I've never…"
<<Jessy Rigger disturbing procedure. Incapacitate!>>
"WhAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Jessy screamed as she was engulfed in a blue light. Her red hair stood on end and her clothes ripped and burned away, first her sweater, then T-shirt and finally her bra. When the crackling stopped her head hung down, red hair partially obscuring her sweat soaked breasts.
"You can't do that!" Supergirl yelled and ripped apart her restraints. At least she tried to. She tugged at the bonds but couldn't free them. She remained pinioned.
<<Supergirl disturbing procedure. Incapacitate!>>
Supergirl felt the blue energy as it danced over her, shredding her day cloths and revealing her costume. The energy didn't hurt at all but she wanted to know why she couldn't break the bonds. Finally the light stopped and left her still motionless in her costume.
"Let me go!" she yelled loudly, sending a blast of heat vision at the mirror. It reflected off and hit the wall behind her, causing no damage.
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"Get real you know you caAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
This time green energy engulfed her. Unlike the blue, this time it really hurt. It blasted through her body and she quickly felt her consciousness slip away. Her costume failed to withstand the blast either, slowly being reduced to ash. When the energy faded she was drooping naked in her bonds, straggled hair partially covering her breasts and every bit as sweaty and helpless as Jessy.
"NAAAAGGGHHHH!" Jessy screamed as the machines worked over her body.
Supergirl watched in helpless horror. Her bonds were as strong as ever and her costume was gone. She had come to just as another platform was vanishing and Jessy was moving into place. She had watched as a helmet had been lowered over Jessy's head, covering her eyes and ears. Cups on tentacles had sucked up the girl's small but perky breasts and another probe had been pushed into the dense mop of red hair between her legs.
"WAAAAHHHHHH!" Jessy screamed again.
The torture had begun shortly after attachment, Jessy began screaming and flailing as the devices began their work. Supergirl didn't want to use her heat vision in case she hurt the girl. Obviously she was hurting anyway but she didn't seem to be harmed at all.
"GRRRRAAAAAHHHHHH!" Jessy screamed as she tossed her head sending straggled red hair and droplets of sweat across the room.
It had been quarter of an hour now and Jessy was screaming just as loud.
Supergirl was horrified but helpless to break her bonds. She still had no idea why she was unable to break them.
Abruptly the torture stopped. The breast cups and probe retracted, leaving Jessy panting and dripping with sweat. It was a further five minutes before the helmet was removed. Jessy's head drooped again, hair plastered against her face and heaving chest.
As her platform moved along, Supergirl was moved into position. Yet another girl, a thin Asian, was moved into the place Supergirl had just vacated. The girl was awakened by the machines and looked up in fear at Supergirl. She was nude as they all had been, helpless attractive body pinioned. Supergirl looked up to see the helmet descending. It slowly came down, blocking her vision. She resisted using her heat vision, which might bounce and hit her. She felt the cups lower and attach to her breasts. The insides felt sweaty, probably the traces of Jessy's torment. She felt the probe enter her, swearing it was larger than the one she had seen. She felt the ribbed tip of the probe press into her clit, then…
"NNNNNNAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Supergirl let out a powerful scream.
The torment had begun.
The cups began to undulate, first sucking violently so that her breasts and nipples were pulled tight, then pumped back flattening against her chest, nipples pushing in. Then they were pulled out again and the cycle was repeated. The probe quivered in time with the cups, stimulating her clitoris as it vibrated. It seemed that her super body was no defense against the powerful machine. However, the physical side was the lesser of two evils.
The inside of the helmet was a tight smooth material, soaked with Jessy's sweat and probably all the girls before her. It pressed against Supergirl's scalp and buzzed frantically, bombarding her brain with energy. The visor of the helmet was also blazing with light that even her super eyelids couldn't block. In front of her vortexes of light erupted, dragging her inwards. Her super hearing was assailing with high and low frequency sound. She quickly realized that the machine was trying to brainwash her. Knowing this, however, provided little defense against it. In fact the more she fought the devices the harder they worked. The cups would pump harder and faster at her breasts and the probe would vibrate faster too. She knew that she should have risen to orgasm very quickly but somehow it was prevented. Instead she was on a constantly rising ride of ecstasy, ever stimulating but never giving release. She realized why Jessy had been screaming. She was doing the same herself.
She felt herself becoming weaker and weaker as the machines bored on and on. The rest of her body lost most of its feeling, focusing on her breasts and clitoris. Her mind kept fighting but it was so hard to keep going. Every passing second was a struggle. Small subliminal commands were slipping past her too. Her eyes were now unable to close and the streams of light were more powerful than ever. Her super hearing had been hitched up to its maximum and the screams of the sound devices were unavoidable. In addition her mind was being aroused sexually. Her body was optimizing the effect of the machines as they pumped her. She felt parts of herself slipping away one by one, each suck at her tits seemed to drain something new, each pump to input a new command.
"OOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!"
Supergirl screamed at high volume as she finally came. It was a super powerful orgasm and her body twisted and contorted as the machines enhanced it. Then they slipped away, leaving her panting and dripping with sweat as the helmet broke down more defenses in her shattered mind. Finally the helmet detached and her head slumped down. As the platform moved along she saw the Asian girl fearfully moved up to the machines. Then she slipped out of the room.
She looked up to see Jessy once more. The girl was still covered in sweat but didn't looked as flushed. Supergirl guessed that she had been watching while the previous torture had proceeded. She realized that this was the way it worked. One watching what was to come. Jessy's pretty red hair hung limply over her shoulders, wet and straggled. Her arms had been lifted above her head and clamped again while her feet were closer together. Supergirl heard a humming but couldn't see anything. Then she realized it was from behind Jessy.
She used her X-ray vision to see through the girl. A panel had opened behind her head from which a flashing light was now emitting. At back level there were two round spheres protruding from the wall and behind Jessy's butt was a cylinder ending in a small ball with threads. Supergirl tried to figure out their function but the solution was shown to her before she could. Jessy began to turn slowly, pulled with no resistance by the machines. As she spun she faced the flashing light. Her left breast was rolled over the first sphere then the second as her right breast followed. The threaded ball brushed across her legs then into her crotch, stroking her once then exiting. Then she slowly rotated back to face Supergirl, matching expression of fear on her face. She was spun around again, then again and again. Each time getting slightly faster. As the spheres began to stimulate Jessy, her breasts began to swell, nipples becoming erect. Thus the spheres had a greater effect. The threaded ball started to spin in the opposite direction, providing even more stimulation. Supergirl could see that the pulse of this light at such close range was being used to hypnotize the girl.
"WAAAaaaaaAAAAAaaaaAAAAAaaaaaAAAAAA!" Jessy yelled as she was spun faster and faster. Her hair was like a trailing comet behind her, sweat spinning out madly. Her glistening body was providing a pulsing light of its own.
"WAAaaAAaaAAaaAAaaAAaaAA!" She was spun faster and faster until even Supergirl couldn't make out much more than a blur. Obviously G-force was being countered somehow, otherwise Jessy would have been pulled apart.
"WAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaA!" Jessy's cries became an undulating wave sound.
The light was boring into her brain faster and faster as she spun, the vibration of the clitoris stimulator overwhelming. Her breasts were jiggled and jostled relentlessly by the spheres they collided with.
"OoOoOoHhHhHh MmMmMmMyYyYyYyY GgGgGgOoOoOdDdD!"
Jessy was screaming in ecstasy as an incredible orgasm ripped through her. The machine slowed as she came, quivering and gibbering. Finally it stopped. Jessy faced the light, smooth artificial orbs meeting her own heaving fleshy orbs, neutral alien probe exploring her female human cavity. Her eyes were wide open as the light bombarded her. Finally she dropped sharply, falling through a hole in the floor. Supergirl felt her platform move, pinioning her arms above her, shifting her into position. She watched the wall as the Asian girl came through, sweat soaked and heaving. Supergirl heard the humming start behind her and she started to move around. She saw the spheres and probe, still wet with Jessy's fluids. She knew that she was next.
She shot a blast of heat vision at the orbs but it did nothing. The flickering light bore down on her but she tried to ignore it. Her first breast connected with the globe. The surface was impossibly smooth but vibrating at the same time. She felt the strong sensation as it rolled over one then both of her exposed breasts. The probe brushed over her clit too, making her shudder. Now she turned again, back to the scared Asian girl. Again she spun, the orbs rubbing her and the probe brushing her. Then again and again. She felt the turning speeding up and gave a frantic super tug at her bonds. They gave nothing. Soon the contacts became notable as a rhythm, rolling over and over her ample chest. She felt her tits becoming aroused, lightly at first then more as the spinning got faster. Her nipples hardened and rose so that they brushed over the orbs. The strokes of the probe were becoming more powerful too. Supergirl tried to focus her mind, to not look at the light, but the spinning and the stimulation easily broke her concentration over and over. Her gaze kept slipping back to the pulsing strobe.
"Uuungggh!" she gasped as the probe started to spin. This meant that the motion was even stronger than before. As it did, her clit became more sensitive and her nipples hardened more, the devices becoming more and more effective. The light was flicking faster and faster as she spun, no longer able to focus on anything. The only thing she could make out was the constant pulse of the strobe in front of her face. Her body spun helplessly around and around, sweat dripping off her, shooting off with the G-force. Her blonde hair trailed behind her as she spun. She could se nothing anymore. Just the strobe, which was impossible to resist. It calmed her, aroused her, nullifying her resistance.
"NggggAAAGGgggggAAAGGGgggggaaaAAAAGGggg!" She grunted as she was spun faster and faster, her arousal peaking higher and higher.
"NaAaAaAaAaAaAaA!"
Sweat sprayed about the room as it erupted from her pores
"NOOOOO wwoooah… OOOOOOO wwooah OOOOOO!"
The massive orgasm ripped through her, enhanced by the hypnosis, the spinning and the machines. Her climax was massive, knocking her mind apart as the hypnotic whirl of light bored into her. As she came in waves the machine slowed down, finally leaving her facing the light. It pulsed gently, softly dancing over her mind. The smooth globes hummed as they caressed her own sweaty globes. The probe teased her clit gently. Finally the light wound down. She felt herself dropping sharply. For a few seconds she was falling through liquid, freezing cold, somehow chilling even her skin. Then she found herself in a new chamber. In the middle of the room was a massive gyroscopic sphere.
In the middle of the sphere was Jessy. She had been pinioned in place, arms stretched out above her head at a ninety-degree angle. Her legs were splayed, bent at the knees and then clamped again. She was wearing a light green T-shirt and tight white panties. Both were soaked though and Supergirl could see the girl's breasts through the tight material. She wondered why the girl was wearing clothes all of a sudden. On her head she was wearing a visor which obscured her vision. Her red hair was plastered to her face and neck.
"NO!" Jessy screamed abruptly and then began to spin, slowly at first then faster. There was no order to the spin; it was random and chaotic, assailing the poor girl's mind further.
"AAAAGGGHHH!" she screamed as she was spun head over heel, time and again. Supergirl guessed that her mind was being heavily assailed by the visor over her eyes.
"NO! I WON'T… YOU CAN'T AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!"
Supergirl shuddered as she felt the girl's mind being stripped away.
Abruptly, Jessy stopped screaming and was silent as she spun on the gyroscope. Finally it wound to a halt. The visor was removed from her eyes and the shirt and panties peeled off. A platform took her unconscious body and removed it from the room. Supergirl was next. Her platform moved up to the gyroscope and she was moved into place. The bonds of the gyroscope were no weaker than any of the others. The visor slipped over her eyes. Then she felt a slimy warm sensation. She realized that the T-shirt and panties had been slipped over her. They were still soaked and sweaty from Jessy and the girls before her. Supergirl heard the sounds of another girl dropping in. Probably the Asian fresh from spinning.
The darkness in front of her was pierced by words in red:
Linda Danvers. Supergirl. You are no different from the others. Their sweat is your sweat. You are as weak as they. You will break. "No!" she protested and the machine began to spin. Hypnotic flashes began invading her. They were identical to those of the spin treatment so her resistance was minimal. She realized too that the clothes were not merely what they seemed. They were a mesh of energy conduits, tightly pressed to the skin to stimulate her erogenous zones. She felt her back massaged, buttocks caressed, breasts kneaded and clitoris stroked. "NAAAAGGGHHHHOOOO!" she howled as she was spun about, willpower draining fast.
<<<You will come! You will submit! You will break!>> The words bored into her.
"NO! I WON'T… YOU CAN'T AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!"
Her will snapped under the onslaught and darkness engulfed her.
Slowly Supergirl opened her eyes. She was in a tiny cubicle, arms and legs still pinioned. She felt weak and ashamed of herself.
"Supergirl." a voice came from nowhere. "Do not be afraid. Our work is done for the time."
"Work? What the hell did you do?"
"Your mind, and those of your colleagues, have been conditioned."
"To do what?"
"To live better. Do not fear. We mean you no harm. We will return you to your planet and you will suffer no ill. We will erase this treatment from your memory."
"Live better? How?"
"You have all been implanted with better knowledge of your world. You will deal with situations and inevitably form a better world for your children."
"What if we don't want children."
"You all now want children. Your sexual impulses have been greatly enhanced. You will all breed, even yourself."
She tugged at her bonds.
"Your strength is useless against our technologies Supergirl. But we know you will do much good for your world. Now you must forget this time."
"I will not!" she was indignant.
Quickly a helmet covered her head and cables shot to her breasts and groin. They began to work frantically and she hollered as she felt her memories being sucked from her mind. She came, then came again. Again and again. Over and over she was masturbated to orgasm as her mind was cleansed of the treatments she had received.
"FORGET!" a deep voice commanded.
"Yes," she answered mindlessly.
Linda Danvers flicked her eyes open. One moment she had been sitting in class and now she was lying on a football field. She quickly scanned her eyes about. All the girls from her class were here too. She peeked under her clothes to her Supergirl uniform, wondering what could have happened to effect her and all these girls. Several hours had passed but they all seemed physically the same.
Nearby, Jessy Rigger got to her feet, her pink sweater stretched tightly across her chest. She looked at the crowd coming down out of the stands to gawk at the sudden arrivals on the field. There were certainly some very attractive guys…
THE END