The elevator doors opened just as silently as the elevator itself, and Ariel walked into a hallway that looked no different from the one she had just left. A single Pravum guard walked along the length, stopping at each door to check the panel. Sometimes, she typed something, before moving on, other times, she did nothing and just continued her round. She gave a crisp salute as she saw The mistress approach, but beyond that, did nothing that would distract her from her duties. They all knew what was at stake, and they also were well acquainted with what happened to those who did not perform to the norm.
It was the one rule Ariel enforced above all else. She did not consider herself to be a totalitarian overlord. She cared not what her subordinates and personnel did during their free time, that was theirs to do with as they pleased. As long as it did not compromise Pravum's integrity or deficiency, they could do whatever they wanted for all she cared. But the security of their charges was something she took EXTREMELY seriously. They were all dangerous in their way, and if even a single one escaped her cell, the damage would be immense. And that is not even taking into account that one could break others out, causing a chain reaction that would destroy their facility from the inside out.
No, that would not happen, she would not allow it. So she implemented a rule; While at work, everything else becomes secondary. It was a simple rule, but it worked quite well. Squabbles between guards? save them for your free time, and settle it then. A lover's spat? Solve them off-hours. While on the clock, everyone, and everything, was directed to the common goal of capturing and containing the multitude of vigilantes and superheroes. She had to come down hard on those that ignored it in the early days of Pravum's formation but once she had established herself, and the results of her regime became clear, people quickly fell in line.
As she walked past one of the doors, the control panel lit up, displaying the status of the occupant. It was a light green, showing whoever was inside was nearing the end of her current training regimen. Curious as to the who, why, and how, she stopped, and with an elegant finger, tapped the appropriate button. The standard sky blue light laser-scanned her for clearance, and after confirmation, began to display the personal information of the cell's occupant.
Occupant; Cindy Moon.
Alias; Silk.
Place of origin; Earth.
Acquired; 1 month ago.
Known powers; Superhuman physiology on all levels. Powerful, though unstable danger sense. Web forming from special glands inside her arms, released via fingers.
Threat level; Medium. Lowered from high as a result of progress in training.
Current status; In training.
Training progress; Nearing completion of the current regimen
Current training regimen; Arousal levels are kept at uncomfortably high levels to weaken mental priorities. Sexual stimulation is used in combination with visual aids to reprogram her to associate certain situations with intense sexual gratification.
Purpose of training; High potential for infiltration and acquisition purposes. Natural webbing is strong by itself and can be reinforced to easily subdue targets.
Ariel held a perfectly manicured nail against the view button, and like before, the wall began projecting the insides of the cell, while speakers began to softly broadcast sound.
The cell was the same size as Supergirl's, but could not be more different simultaneously. While Supergirl's cell was devoid of anything except for the restraining device, Silk's was a padded cell, used in asylums. Every surface of the room, be it floor, or wall, or ceiling, was covered by soft padding, but nothing else. No furniture, no ominous restraining devices, nothing. The reason for this became soon clear, as The mistress easily found the captured superhero. Or the FORMER superhero.
Silk was lying in a corner of the Cell, her usually warm brown eyes were glazed over with lust, and they frantically danced in every possible direction, never looking at anything longer than a few seconds. She was completely naked, exposing her petite body to outside observers. She had a slender build, with a delicate face and almond-shaped eyes, revealing her partial Korean heritage. Her breasts were slightly larger than what was considered normal for Asians, but not so much that they looked out of place. Her Midnight black hair was splayed around her as her body twisted and convulsed. Her hands were locked inside special bondage mittens, preventing her from using them, but she still used them to paw helplessly against her breasts, between her legs, or anywhere at all, seemingly ignoring all reason. Light reflected off metal as she twisted her well-trained body towards the camera, revealing that a delicate chastity belt was locked around her groin.
Curious about the method of training used here, The mistress touched a different button, and a detailed description was projected on the wall, never obstructing the view of the beautiful half-Asian woman's erotic distress.
It showed a silhouette of Silk, and the colouring of her body's shape told Ariel that her arousal was raised to the absolute max of what she could stand without going insane. The chastity device was also visible on the display, and more information was given to her as she touched it. It was made of the same material as the walls and doors, meaning it was completely unbreakable, and effectively shielding off her pussy and ass from outside reach. Two dildos were mounted on the inside, and much like the ones used on Supergirl, these too could reshape themself as needed. They were currently shaped in such a way that the length and girth filled the young woman's pussy and anus completely. A number indicating the frequency told her that they were also vibrating at a certain speed. A small chip implanted at the base of her skull sent a constant stream of physical and mental data for the observers to process, and it showed that the current setting of the chastity device would provide maximum pleasure, without release.
Wondering how they had managed to get her arousal so ridiculously high, she discovered that it was because of a special pheromone. The origin of Silk's powers was the same as an entity called; Spiderman and this similarity resulted in an uncontrollable rise of both sex drives. After sending a special agent to "acquire" a sample from Spiderman, on-site scientists managed to synthesize it. This pheromone was constantly being aired into the room, keeping her desires unbearably high.
A subtle warning was displayed over her status window, warning those who kept an eye on her to take action. The warning was gone before Ariel could read what it said, meaning that Silk's handlers were right on top of her training, as they should. The room suddenly became dimmer as the lights went down. Images began to appear, courtesy of many projectors, and covered every possible surface. No matter where the frantic ex-heroine turned, she would always see what they wanted her to see. Currently, Silk's gyrations against the pillowed floor caused her to push out her ass, and The mistress had to admit that it was an incredibly well-shaped one. Out of nowhere, a voice was being projected into the cell.
'Surrender, NOW.'
It was Supergirl's, moments before she was captured, and she demanded the team's surrender, unaware of the fate that awaited her. Silk's eyes snapped open at the sound, and she flipped herself onto her back, while her mittened hands continued to fruitlessly move across her body. In the video, there was a brief exchange of words between Supergirl and the squad captain before an explosion filled the room with sickly green gas. Supergirl stumbled, and the team pounced to subdue her. Ariel watched the video with little interest, having seen this song and dance many times before. Instead, she paid far more attention to Silk's reaction to seeing the mighty superhero being taken down.
Her face had morphed into one of sadistic excitement, and she gyrated her hips as the team wrestled the blue-clad woman to the ground. The status screen showed a marginal increase in both arousal and satisfaction, and the vibrators compensated by shrinking slightly while increasing their speed.
'FUCK, YES. TAKE HER DOWN. SHOW HER WHO'S BOSS.'
Silk's surprisingly loud voice blared from the speakers, and it quickly changed into a moan as the chastity belt changed again. The vibrations got stronger again, and the dildo in her pussy expanded in such a way that it pressed hard against her G-spot. On the screen, The team was securing Supergirl's hands and feet in devices that fully encased them. One of the squad members tore the flimsy costume apart, right between her legs, and two large green glowing dildos appeared.
'YES, GIVE IT TO HER. VIOLATE THAT CUNT.'
Silk had completely given in to the image being projected inside her cell. Everything else was forgotten as the sight of another superhero being captured caused her desires and lust to rise well beyond her control. The computer controlling the belt had the dildos at such a setting that she was teetering at the edge of orgasm, waiting for the trigger that would start her release. That came not much later.
After shoving the two dildos inside Supergirl's pussy and ass, and gagging her with a bright neon green rubber ballgag. The cuffs encasing her wrists snapped together behind her back, while the ones around her feet locked her legs against each other. The video showed how the now subdued heroine was slung over a shoulder and carried to the helicopter that was waiting nearby. As the team got inside, the computer controlling Silk's chastity belt ramped up the settings to its max. Her words lost all meaning as the pleasure overwhelmed her mind. Her body started to convulse, and The mistress could see from her display that ripples of pleasure radiated out from the device. She trusted her hips off the padded floor, and with a mighty cry, came to the sight of the squirming and helpless Supergirl.
The mistress closed the windows with an absent wave of her hand. She made another note on her data device, before moving on. She had to admit, it was a clever and elective way to reprogram someone. By maintaining high levels of arousal and stimulation, they kept the young woman in a constant sexual state. Only allowing her orgasms when she was seeing other heroines be defeated was slowly reprogramming her to associate defeating them with sexual satisfaction. From there, it was a simple matter of punishment and reward to bind her to Pravum's will. It was a situation uniquely suited for Silk, as she highly doubted anyone else could be kept at such high arousal levels that long, and that easily. But it would seem that they would soon have another member to add to their growing forces.
After the proper training and integration, of course.
She turned away from the cell, idly noting that the walls were now projecting the defeat and capture of yet another superheroine, while Silk remained a writhing mess on the floor. Her mouth was moving, indicating she was probably shouting obscenities at the images shown, but she could no longer hear them. A wide spray of liquid coming from between the half Korean's legs was the last thing she saw before the wall turned off. Already thinking about other things, The mistress moved on. There were far more things to inspect, though she would keep an eye on this one. For professional reasons, obviously.