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I didn't even think about it when I started sweeping the floor. With his total mental power over me, it was his thoughts that were controlling me, not mine. The loincloth-clad telepathic Labrador villain, Barbaricos, simply stood by and watched me slave away without question.

My name was Streak, the white-furred fox protector of Beacon City. I was still wearing my shiny blue high-cut leotard and matching boots. I had not removed it for several days, but I didn't need to. My powers removed my reliance on food and sleep. This is probably why my new masters liked me as their slave so much. I served them all day, every day, without taking a break. But somehow, I still enjoyed it...

Each morning I awoke floating in my tank, the other defeated heroes asleep in their own tanks beside me. To bring me to full wakefulness, my masters pressed a button on the control panel beside my tank, sending a cloud of purple smoke into the liquid. Immediately I could feel my arousal building in my costume, tenting the shiny blue fabric as the chemical entered my veins, artificially sending my libido through the roof. It took only a few seconds for the pleasure to become almost unbearable, the pressure in my loins threatening to burst from within me, but somehow I just couldn't cum.

Several minutes passed as I writhed and squirmed inside the clear liquid, desperately pawing at the crotch of my leotard to try and make it end, to try and release at last. The one who was using the controls, Dirtbag, the mud villain, was enjoying torturing me all too much. He grinned as he fiddled with the controls, manipulating me beyond the very edge of my arousal, but still unable to cum. I thought I was going to pass out from sheer pleasure, Dirtbag continuing to torture me like this, but eventually he finally allowed me release.

Pressing another button, my entire body was rocked with unimaginable bliss as I climaxed, releasing my pent-up pressure and throwing my head back, thrusting my hips forward as thick white smoke spilled into the liquid from the crotch of my tented, pulsing leotard. After a few moments, the pressure had finally finished releasing from my loins, and I had softened inside my costume, my arousal dying down. This is how it was every morning, and sometimes every evening. My masters never grew tired of tormenting me like this.

I now stood in the apartment of the leader of this evil organisation, a female snake who, as I eventually learned, possessed telepathic powers even stronger than Barbaricos's. It was a modern apartment with huge windows looking out over the city, tinted black on the outside so that no one could see in.

"Thank you, Barbaricos..." came a female voice from nearby. "You may go."

Barbaricos nodded his head and left for the elevator as my Mistress approached me.

"Hello, again, my pet." she said. "It's about time we were able to spend some time together."

I immediately dropped the broom, falling to my knees and bending my neck in submission. Unable to contain myself, I was already becoming aroused in my leotard once again, as I always do in the presence of my Mistress. The very sight of her scaly skin behind her form-fitting red leotard was driving my wild!

"Good boy..." she said, smiling.

Looking down, she noticed my tenting spandex between my kneeling legs. Giggling, she lowered a scaly hand down, wrapping it under my snout, and tickling under my jaw. I closed my eyes in blissfull contentment, my tongue hanging loosely and my white tail hitting the wood panel floor as she tickled under my snout. Sadly, she soon withdrew her hand, leaving me feeling almost depressed.

She picked up the broom from the ground, a cheeky grin across her snout. Moving in closer, she moved the end of the broom between my legs and began rubbing it over the crotch of my leotard.

"Does it feel good when I scrub your costume like this?" she asked.

I responded with only a moan as the broom brushed against me.

"Then I'll scrub harder!" she said, then increased the pace with which she was scrubbing between my legs.

In a combination of my arousal and the stimulation through the crotch of my tenting leotard, I was rapidly approaching my second orgasm of the day. I was panting, sweating, and moaning heavily as my Mistress used the broom through the shiny blue material. I leaned into the broom, my arms hanging limply in front of me as I kneeled. "Aah! Aaah!" I was stammering, unable to hold in my exclamations of pleasure.

"What's the matter? Gonna cum?" said my Mistress. "You know, just a while ago, me and my friends were talking about how sexy you look in your costume..."

The constant teasing was the last little element needed to bring me to the very edge. "Ah... I'm gonna cum..." I said, shaking, pre-cum already leaking into my leotard and staining the fabric.

Suddenly, a frown passed over my Mistress's face. "I didn't say you could do that..." she said, pulling the broom away from my costume.

I was left feeling incomplete, teetering at the very edge of orgasm. My arousal at the very limit and the pressure in my loins the highest it could ever be, I still chose not to finish myself, knowing my Mistress wouldn't approve. But regardless, I still continued to pant heavily.

She put the broom by the nearby wall, then turned back to me. Suddenly, all trace of my free will vanished, all thoughts ceasing to exist. She had assumed direct control of my mind and was now manipulating my every action and thought. Instantly, I did as her mind commanded: I walked over to the window overlooking the city. Picking up the soaking sponge that floated in a bucket of warm water, I began scrubbing the window clean.

My Mistress walked up behind me, placing her scaly hand on my spandex-clad rump as I mindlessly scrubbed the window. Despite my thoughts being overridden by hers, I couldn't help but let out another soft moan from her touch. After a few minutes, her thoughts commanded my body to drop the soaked sponge and begin cleaning the window with only my tongue.

With my hands pressed against the glass, I bent my knees, spreading my legs and moving here and there as I cleaned the window, but slowly as all the while my Mistress had her hand on my behind. I was still hard in my costume as she gently rubbed me through the fabric, occasionally pressing her fingers into the fabric and into me, sometimes sliding her fingers behind the material to caress my brilliant white fur directly. All this time, my mind was simply blank, my body reacting instinctively.

Then, as her thoughts dictated, I froze where I was, my legs partially bent apart. I felt her slip her hand down, between my legs, running her fingers across the fabric as they came up the front over my bulge. Her fingers expertly danced over my tented costume, seeming to know exactly where and how I wanted to be touched, playing at my body as if it were an instrument, bringing me so close to the edge once more. She retracted her hand from between my legs and moved it instead around my sides, grasping my arousal as she continued to manipulate me perfectly. She was on her knees, resting her head on my left hip.

"You want to cum, don't you, sweetie?" she said, permitting me the thought of hearing her words and allowing them to arouse me further. "I will let you have what you want, my sweet, sweet pet. All you have to do is ask first..."

She was smiling as her fingers stroked and caressed me. She permitted me to think only of the powerful orgasm building between my legs, then returning me just enough of my free will to speak to her. "Please... mmmmmm..." was all I could say, moaning softly as she stroked me more deliberately, coaxing the answer that my Mistress wanted to hear. She snuck her hand inside the sides of my costume and grasped me directly. The feel of her scaly hand on fondling my arousal was heaven...

"Please what, my sweet superhero?" she said, her voice soft and seductive.

"Please... please let me... cum..." My voice was soft and submissive as I enjoyed the tender, scaly fingertips stroking against me.

"Almost there..."

"...m-mistress..." I moaned, the very word resonating through my skull.

"Good boy! Now let me see some cum shooting out of that leotard!" she said.

As soon as the last word left her scaly snout, my Mistress's magical touch lit the spark I was so desperately longing for. "Aah! I'm cumming!" I yelled. I let loose an almost primal moan as my body seized and bucked against the window, my orgasm exploding from within my loins, soaking the entire crotch of my leotard a dark blue as I lost control and surrendered to my body and my Mistress, my seed forcing its way through the material and onto her scaly hand. The intense climax seemed to go on and on, eventually subsiding as a series of powerful tingles seemed to work through my entire body.

My mind was foggy as I leaned against the glass, my Mistress running her fingers up and down the inside of my bare, furry thigh. "I've never seen anyone climax that hard before..." she said. With another hand, she caressed my sides through the spandex material. "You're body is a treasure trove, ripe for me and my friends to explore. They'll be here soon, so we best get you cleaned up..."

With that, she mentally ordered me upstairs, through the master bedroom, and into the main bathroom. I took off only my boots and stood in the shower, the water automatically coming on. The liquid rained down on me, through my costume and along my white fur, my Mistress watching intently as I obediently did as her mind commanded. Slowly, the water washed my drying fluids out of my soiled costume. My Mistress watched intently as the water soaked my white fur and blue leotard, my mindless body standing idly as it was cleansed.

Eventually she grew tired of staring at my soaked body and costume, and eventually entered the shower with me, gripping the bulge in my leotard and jacking my arousal once again. As her mind commanded, I put my palms on the glass walls of the shower, panting and moaning as my Mistress pleasured me. I came again, but not quite as fiercely as before. Clearly I had not fully recovered from my previous ordeal, but I enjoyed the feel of her scaly hands around my hard length in my costume.

"All you want is your Mistress' touch, don't you?" she asked, seductively.

Her touch was like magic, as if little volts of electrical pleasure were sent from her fingers into me. My body shivered with my arousal. I moaned and moaned as she continued to grope, fondle and tease my sensitive body, her scaly snout and hands doing amazing things to me for the duration of my shower. At times, she used a sponge to scrub the crotch of my leotard.

"I can see your mind like an open book. I know everything you love, like your cute little leotard..." she said at some point. This was only one of her many teases.

After a few more minutes I was done, smelling fresh and clean once again. I stepped out of the shower and lifted my arms to my sides as her mind commanded, all my thoughts still absent. Gently she rubbed me up and down with a towel, still not removing my costume. An hour passed before I had fully dried.

I was lying on a couch in the living room, large windows overlooking the city. My face and mind were blank as my Mistress still refused to permit me any free will. She sat on the couch opposite mine, gently rubbing at the crotch of her own leotard. Despite having no free will whatsoever, I still became hard in my costume from the sight. I could hear her moans as she pleasured herself, bringing herself to orgasm, coating the crotch of her leotard a dark red with her own fluids.

We heard the sound of a doorbell and my Mistress instructed me with her mind to rise. She walked over to the entrance and opened the door, revealing her two female friends. I heard them chatting as they entered, greeting each other. As they entered the living room, my Mistress released her direct control over me, allowing me to serve her as I saw fit.

"Oh! He's so cute!" said the first visitor, a lioness wearing nothing but what looked like a red high-cut acrobatics leotard, even lacking anything on her feet. She ran up to me and began straddling my sensitive body, turning me around, moving my arms, measuring and overall examining me. "He looks so sexy in this costume!"

"That he does, Carrie..." said my Mistress.

"My, my!" said the other visitor, a fiery red vixen wearing full-body black tights under a high-cut cyan brief. Suddenly she pounced on me, forcing my back onto the coffee table, my shoulders, head and arms dangling off the edge. "You're a cute lil' thing. I think I'll keep you..." she said, grinning down at me. I instantly became hard once again in my costume as she knelt on top of me. She was fully clothed, but since I was wearing only a high-cut tight leotard and boots, I felt vulnerable, exposed and naked, which only added to my arousal.

"Sorry, Starsider. He's my slave. I already gave you your own." said my Mistress.

"But he never stops cumming any more! I think I broke him..." responded Starsider.

"I'll get you a new one then, but Streaky is mine."

"Awww..." said Starsider. Slowly she pulled herself off me, taking a moment to run her furry hand down my tenting bulge, drawing a soft moan from me.

I returned to my knees, my arousal clearly visible inside my costume for all to see. Already small droplets of pre-cum were starting to stain the crotch of my blue leotard.

"How cute! He's already hard!" said Carrie, giggling. "We're gonna have so much fun with this one!"

Carrie ran up to me once again and immediately gripped the tent in my costume. "Are you ready, lil' guy? You're gonna be our toy for today!"

The three villainous females immediately dragged me upstairs to the bedroom and strapped me down, spread eagle, to the large double bed in the master bedroom. Then they got straight to work playing with my body.

Carrie wasted no time in crawling onto the bed between my legs, then resting her feline head on my tenting crotch and dipping out tongue out to lick at me through the fabric, drawing several moans from me. She brought her paws down through the sides of my leotard to fondle my arousal directly. She occasionally removed her paws from inside my leotard and moved them to my bare legs, caressing my thighs while she continued to urge me on further with her tongue.

My Mistress climbed up behind me. Seeing her scaly head upside down from my perspective, she brought her snout down to connect with mine, her forked tongue sensually exploring my mouth. As she did this, she rubbed her scaly hands up and down the white fur of my bare arms.

Starsider climbed onto the bed and laid her head on my blue, spandex-clad stomach, using her paws to sensually stroke along my torso. In addition, she was constantly teasing me. "You love to be dominated like this, don't you?" "Your body belongs to us." "Don't be shy! Cum for us!" "You're gonna be cumming all day!" "You love being our slave, don't you?" "We're gonna ravish your body all day, cutie..."

I was moaning heavily into my Mistress's mouth as she kissed me. The constant stimulation at almost every part of my body was beyond compare to anything I had ever felt! Hours passed as my captors teased and pleasured me, playing with my body like some kind of toy for them to torture. All day they brought me to orgasm time and again. I even passed out twice! Throughout it all, the tented crotch of my blue leotard was utterly soaked, my thick cum oozing out from the sides. I had never came this much in my entire life!

Finally, in my exhaustion, they seemed to have their fill of teasing my body in their various unique ways.

"One more thing girls..." my Mistress said. "We still haven't used this..."

She was holding up a cylindrical device of some kind. Pressing a button on one end, the sounds emenating from it clearly suggested it was a vibrator. She lay beside me on the bed, running one of her scaly hands over my abdomen, barely stopping at my tenting bulge, filling me with both relief and a sense of depression.

Slowly she slid the vibrator into the rump of my costume, slowly and surely inserting it inside me. I immediately began bucking my hips in pleasure as the powerful device stimulated me from inside. It took only seconds before I came again into the bulging costume, but my Mistress simply left the device where it was. She stood up and all three of them watched as I came to orgasm over and over again, once more. After hours of this torture, I had blown the very last of my load into my skimpy costume, and my body was wrecked only by dry orgasms.

As expected, I eventually passed out once again. Night had fallen and the girls retreated downstairs to pleasure themselves and each other, all the while the vibrator continued to stimulate my unconscious body. Eventually, the two visitors left, leaving my Mistress alone with me.

"Keep on cumming, sweetie..." she said to me, despite still being asleep. She walked passed and into the main bathroom where she began to shower.

When I came to, night had fallen, and the sound of the running shower reached my ears. I could still feel the device inside me, vibrating continuously. It was true bliss, and there, lying on my back, I was content with my pathetic life as a measly slave, the last vestiges of my superheroic self paved over by the limitless, complete and utter domination of my Mistress and her friends.

There's someone else here! In my pleasure and half-closed eyes, I can see Starsider, looking down at me with a grin. She's on her hands and knees, right on top of me.

"Like I said, cutie, I think I'll keep you..." she said.

Quickly she brought a little cloth up to my face, pressing it against my snout. Chloroform! In the next few seconds as consciousness faded once again, I could hear her last words to me. "I'm gonna break you just like my last slave, and you'll NEVER be able to stop cumming..."

As blackness closed in around me, I felt only a sense of satisfaction with being treated like a possession, a plaything, an object. I felt her paw groping my soaked crotch possessively as I lost consciousness.

To be continued...