The headquarters of Pravum stood as an ode to civilization in the middle of nowhere. And nowhere was a fitting way to describe the location. A valley smack-dead in the centre of a rugged mountain chain, sheer cliffs piercing the sky on all sides, offering no way out for those without climbing gear. The valley floor had been methodically cleared of trees and bushes, offering a clear view from inside the unassuming structure to the cliffside. No roads or footpaths led to this vale, and its location had been wiped from every map known to creation, in this world, or the next.
The only way people ever got in or out, was by helicopter, and the air space above and around the valley was tightly monitored by both radar and patrols. But the simple though impressive two-story building was merely the outside front. Once inside, elevators and stairs could bring you down, deep into the mountains. From simple storage, just a couple of meters below the valley floor. To crew quarters spread throughout the complex. To training areas, both for those who worked and those who were worked upon. The installation went as far as to go almost a hundred meters deep, with floors reserved only for the strongest or most dangerous.
This was Pravum, a mighty, and top-secret organisation created to deal with the rampant growth of vigilantes, would-be vigilantes, and outright superheroes. For this job, they had been given funds from around the world, and when word of their success began to spread, the other worlds and realities from across the known multiverse joined to have their illegal crimefighters taken care of. They had a small army of highly trained black ops to do this. Access to all the resources they wanted, be they money, minerals, or anything else. The combined intellect of the multiverse worked tirelessly to design and improve on their technological superiority, ensuring that they would always remain, superior. What they did with the people they captured was never outright stated, nor did they have a clear mandate by which they acted. They were told to "solve the vigilante problem", and given the means to do so.
Standing at the top of this impressive organization, was a woman reality only known as; "The mistress".
The mistress was a stern woman appearing to be in her mid-thirties. She had long blonde hair that framed her face beautifully and reached the small of her back. A small sharp nose, that her subordinate often joked could cut steel, though never out loud. Thin lips, painted with ruby red lipstick set in a serious frown. Few people had ever seen her smile and many thought that her face had long lost the ability to do so. She wore what could be called a business suit. It was designed by the best tailors in the multiverse and made from the most exotic and expensive materials known. It was, in short, a suit worn only by the elite of the elite. The perfect cut of the suit perfectly followed the contours of her torso, revealing enough of her impressive breasts without it being improper. The matching skirt fell neatly down her long shapely legs, stopping just below her knees. It hid, and at the same time, showed off her perfectly round ass. Her delicate feet were tucked in a pair of heeled shoes that somehow managed to be practical and accentuate her legs and ass further.
Ariel, as the French-born woman was named, though the number of people who knew and called her such could be counted on one hand, with fingers to spare, walked through the steel halls of her headquarters. The rhythmic clicking of her boots was the only sound she made as she purposely walked towards a door that looked no different than any of the others.
The door was made from a material you could not find on Earth, no matter the dimension or reality, and was specially imported from alien worlds as part of the finance program. As far as their extensive tests could determine, it was completely unbreakable. Nothing they did, be it concussive force, explosive, or energetic, nothing seemed to affect the strange steel grey material. Which of course, made it ideal to use in their installation. When she approached the door, she waved her hand in front of a sensor on the wall, right next to the door. A sky blue laser briefly scanned her, before a beep confirmed her identity. A holographic projector formed a small control panel in front of her, and she held her finger on the square reading; occupant. A larger window was projected above the control panel, showing the information of the person currently occupying the room on the other side of the door.
Occupant; Kara Zor-El.
Alias; Supergirl.
Place of origin; Krypton.
Acquired; 3 days ago.
Current status; In training.
Known powers; Many, and varied. Superhuman strength, endurance, and the ability to fly are currently marked as the most dangerous.
Threat level; Highest.
Training progress; Initial states of endurance breaking. Progress is slow but steady.
Current training regimen; Continued exposure to Kryptonite gas to weaken her abilities, while subjected to physical exercise.
Purpose of training; Possible recruitment option, powerful and worthy asset if trained properly.
After reading the overview, Ariel touched another "button" and the overview disappeared. A second later, the wall next to the door showed a view of the inside. The wall was not an actual window, of course. Instead, recordings made by the tiny cameras inside the cell were being projected in real-time on the outside. This allowed the people of Pravum to see what was happening from various angles, without being at risk to the often dangerous occupants.
Supergirl was suspended spread eagle in a gyroscopic device. Her hands and feet disappeared completely inside restraining devices made from the same alien steel as the door. A collar around her neck was used to track her position at all times, as well as administer a special shock that would render her immobile in seconds. A special breathing mask covered her face, leaving only her luscious blonde hair to fall freely behind her. The clear faceplate of the mask had a greenish tint to it, showing the continuous flow of Kryptonite gas being pumped inside. Supergirl had been stripped completely naked, her tight-fitting and iconic suit no longer needed. It revealed her glorious breasts and pink nipples which were hard and erect.
Her chest heaved heavily as she took deep breaths, filling her lungs with the weakening gas. Her flat stomach rippled as the muscles worked overtime to relieve the tension in her arms and shoulders. Her strong legs twisted and bent as she futilely tried to escape the metal bindings encasing her feet. But what drew the attention of The mistress, was what was happening between Supergirl's legs.
Twin dildos were steadily pumping in and out of Supergirl's pussy and ass. Special positional sensors kept the toys perfectly aligned for optimal pleasure and the flexible arm they were mounted on would ensure they could always manoeuvre to reach or stay in that position. The dildos were made from an alloy that could be altered with the press of a button. Or, as was the case now, when special sensors inside noticed certain changes. They could expand, shrink, or alter their shape as the situation demanded. Right now, they were a smooth, classic shape. A pleasured moan escaped Supergirl's lips with each thrust, and it was clear that the double penetration was affecting the weakened heroine.
Ariel watched with cold green eyes as the helpless young woman began to shake violently while her screams of pleasure intensified. The twin dildos grew in girth and increased their speed as Supergirl let loose a high-pitched wail. Her entire body arched and strained the unforgiving restraints, while the dildos kept their steady rhythm, prolonging what was already a powerful orgasm. After almost a minute, Supergirl became slack, and her breasts jiggled enticingly as she took deep breaths while the occasional aftershock made her twitch. The dildos suddenly sped up, becoming a barely perceptible blur as they pounded her defenceless pussy and ass.
With a practised movement, Ariel waved her hand through the control window and the wall cleared. The speakers that had been broadcasting sound from the inside fell silent just as the rising moans from Supergirl began anew. She took out her data device, and made a note of something, she then continued her tour of the complex, the clacking of her heels the only sound. She passed many doors on this level, and though she stopped at a few, none were ever interesting enough. She entered the elevator, and it silently carried her a floor down, where more of Pravum's prisoners were held.