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CHAPTER FIVE

SERVITUDE OF STREAK

28 June 2015

Fourteen days since my enslavement to my Mistress

It was a chilling atmosphere. The sound of rain falling on the windows could be heard all across the darkened room. The security guards hurried between the aisles of office cubicles as they performed their respective patrols. No doubt they had discovered that the power had been cut deliberately. One of them removed his cell phone and began to call the police.

I'd be gone by the time they arrived.

I was hiding above the ceiling tiles, lifting them up periodically to see where my enemies were, but I mostly relied on my senses. I moved stealthily and swiftly through the confining space, seeing with my enhanced eyesight that pierced the darkness. One of the guards was right below me now, patrolling through an aisle of cubicles. In the dark, armed only with a meagre flashlight, he would stand no chance against me.

Slowly but surely, I opened another ceiling tile and moved it out my way. Then I dropped down onto the carpeted floor perfectly, without making a sound. The guard, a border collie, had his back turned to me, no idea that Streak was right behind him.

My name was Streak, the white fox protector of Beacon City. Or rather, by this time, I was no longer protecting anything but the interests of my loving Mistress. I was still wearing my shiny blue high-cut leotard and matching tight boots; my classic costume. I had not removed it for several days, but I didn't need to. My powers removed my reliance on food and sleep and also broke down particles of dirt on my body. This is probably why my new Mistress liked me as her slave so much. I served her all day, every day, without taking a break. I didn't even need to sleep.

I never even thought about my duties to her. I did as I was told without hesitation. I would've died for her in an instant. My Mistress. Manasa. Oh, the incredible ecstasy she brought me in exchange for serving her. Not just when she rewarded me for my obedience though. No, the mere act of pledging my mind, body, and soul to my Mistress was the greatest satisfaction I could ever ask for. To obey her commands filled me with happiness and contentment.

"Still nothing," said the night guard into his walkie-talkie. "You sure it wasn't some malfunction?"

"Definitely," responded the voice from the little device. "The backup generator should've kicked in by now. Something's up."

Indeed, I was to blame for the loss of power in the office. I had an objective to acquire someone for my Mistress, and I wouldn't allow these guards to stop me. Significantly reducing their vision would give them a handicap that would make it much easier to take each of them down one by one. With my enhanced ability to see in the dark, along with my empowered stealth skills, this would be a pretty easy task.

Swiftly and quietly, I moved out from my hiding place and approached the guard from behind, totally silent on the carpet floor as I snuck down the aisle of cubicles toward my prey, crouched the whole way. Just like that, I grabbed him from behind. One arm wrapped around his throat and a paw holding his mouth closed. He gurgled and writhed in panic as I choked him out. With my enhanced strength, it took only a few seconds before he lost consciousness from my steady constriction around his neck.

With one guard down, I went after the second, slowly moving through the cubicles towards my next target: a wolf. I heard him try to contact the guard I had taken down with his walkie-talkie, and when his associate didn't respond, I heard his breathing become faster and more intense.

"Don, do you read me?" he whispered into the device. When his friend didn't respond, he said louder: "Don!"

I could smell his sweat as he turned and started down the other direction, heading for his friend's last location and picking up speed. He was already panting with growing fear as he ran through the aisles, frantically searching for his associate.

He couldn't avoid me though. I flipped over the walls separating the cubicles nice and quiet as I went to head him off, and when the time was right, I jumped out into his path and ducked. He didn't have time to slow down and his legs collided with me. Tripped up, he fell flat on his face with a loud "Oof!"

Wasting no time, I got on his back and wrapped a sturdy arm around his throat, choking him out like the last guard. It took just a few seconds before he was out like a light.

"CURT!" I heard someone yell, turning my head sharply to see a tabby cat. The last guard had witnessed me take down his associate. He looked terrified. After a moment of frozen terror, he turned and sprinted down the aisle towards the executive office, likely to get to a more defensible position.

One more to go.

Getting up off my latest victim, I followed the final guard quietly. He was armed, and I wanted to get the drop on him, not wanting to give him an opportunity to use his firearm. He stopped running to stand in front of the door to the executive office at a T-section of cubicles at the edge of the room. He looked frantically between each of the three directions I could approach him from, aiming his flashlight and gun with shaking paws. When he wasn't looking, I jumped over the flimsy plastic walls separating each cubicle, inching closer before there was only one more wall between me and him. Biding my time, I waited for the moment when he wouldn't be facing down the middle aisle.

Then my time came. He was turned away, pointing the flashlight down the aisle to his left. I took my opportunity to leap over the last cubicle wall between me and him, out into the far left aisle - the opposite aisle from the one he was scoping - and dashed at him. I wasn't fast enough. He caught me in his flashlight, pistol aimed at my chest. I stopped, frozen before I could complete my attack, expecting him to pull the trigger, but his indecision gave me pause.

"Streak, wait!" he yelled.

I was surprised that he was trying to reason with me. I cursed myself for being so slow and landing in his sights, but I could take advantage of his hesitation. My legs were spread and I was prepared to move in an instant, but it was hard to see him with the bright light in my eyes. One wrong move and I could have got a bullet in my chest.

"My son is a fan of you! He says you're awesome!" he said. His words were investing, but just for a moment. "He says that, no matter how much you get beaten, you just keep going. That you never stop fighting. Come on, man. Be a hero for my son!"

I lost interest. I knew that the guard was trying to convince me to stop serving my Mistress, but I couldn't do that. I'd never turn my back on her. So I simply raised my leg rapidly to kick the gun from his paw. Then I leapt to the side, bounced off the wall of a cubicle, and brought a fist down on the side of his face, snapping his head to the side and cleanly knocking him out, all as fast as he could blink.

If I wanted, he'd be dead. I could have snapped his neck like a twig, but I just didn't want to. I told myself it simply wasn't worth the energy.

"Because you are my superhero. My Streak. And my Streak is not a killer."

I didn't hear the voice. It was a faint echo from deep down. I felt it instead. A kind of silent grief from someone I knew well, but who no longer mattered. Regardless of how much Falcon thrashed around in my subconscious, the power of my Mistress would ensure he remained locked away forever, as long as I remained the obedient servant I was.

Proceeding with my mission, I kicked open the door to the executive office, and my target was there, hiding behind the desk. I couldn't see him, but I could hear his breathing with my enhanced senses. He was struggling to remain silent, but even with the sound of the rain hitting the windows, I could hear his fear loud and clear. Calmly, I walked around the desk, but the terrified businessman crawled out from under. A particularly skinny lynx, he ran for the door I had entered through. I could hear him whimpering with frightened adrenaline and exertion.

"Please, don't hurt me!" he yelled, sprinting for safety.

It only took about two seconds to catch up to him. He wasn't especially fast, and I was much quicker. I threw a kick to his back when I was close enough, knocking him down. As the frightened businessman turned over onto his back, trying pathetically to crawl away, I reached down and shoved a palm into his forehead, hard. The sudden jolt to his brain sent him right to sleep.

A job well done, I lift the unconscious lynx and slung his body over my shoulder. Heading back into his office, I shattered the office window with a swift kick and climbed through, out into the night, nimbly leaping to the roof as the rain came down on us. Even with him slung over my shoulder, I barely slowed my acrobatic pace.

•••

I hopped from rooftop to rooftop with my sleeping package for a few minutes, heading for my home. Or rather, the home of my Mistress. The rain continued to fall, but not as forcefully as earlier. The rooftops were dimly lit by the lights of the taller buildings beside my path. The sparkling city skyline always gave me some stunning decoration to keep my journeys around town interesting.

"Stop!" I heard someone yell. It was nearby.

Completing my landing on another rooftop, I span around in the direction of the voice, quickly pinpointing its origin. Over on another rooftop, almost as nimble and acrobatic as me, was Street Guard. A professional martial artist and acrobatic heroine, she was leaping in my direction. As she landed on my rooftop, I could make her out more clearly. A German shepherd, she wore her usual high-cut bikini, sports bra, long gloves, thigh-high boots, and black eye mask. Each piece was jungle green with black edges. On her back were her two batons she employed in combat. Her focused eyes were a piercing green.

"Put him down, Streak," she said, barely winded after giving chase. Her voice was strong and firm, filled with experience fighting bad guys. "I know you've been kidnapping people. I also know the real Streak wouldn't do this, so you're not yourself. You can't be. Please, tell me what's going on!"

She was going to be trouble, and I couldn't allow her to get in the way of my mission. I especially couldn't let her follow me back. I remembered what Mistress told me about other superheroes: if I felt I could take them on, then I should, and deliver them back to her.

I gently lowered my catch to the ground, making sure I didn't damage him. Then I got into a good stance, fists near my chest as I prepared to fight.

She sighed. "I don't want to fight you, Streak. But I'll do what I have to." Then she prepared herself for battle as well.

I had the supreme physical advantage, what with being unnaturally empowered. I charged at her with the immense speed afforded to me, bridging ten metres in a mere two seconds, and I threw a flurry of rapid-fire punches for her head, though I made sure my attacks weren't too strong. I didn't want to kill her. Mistress had been eager to get her hands on Street Guard.

She barely avoided my attacks, leaping backwards. Though she wasn't nearly as powerful as me, she had immense skill, and her acrobatic grace put my own acrobatic technique to shame.

I quickly kept up my attack, not giving her a moment of relief from my onslaught. Again, she leapt away, narrowly avoiding my furious punching with her experienced technique. If she was anyone else, I would have struck her by then, knocking the air from her lungs with a perfect blow to the stomach and sending her to her knees. But Street Guard was a professional when she started superhero work, and that was well over ten years ago now. Now she remained one of the most proficient heroes in Beacon City, and her skills were comparable only to Serenade's.

"Come on, superhero! Give me answers!" she yelled, breathing more intensely with the strain from struggling to avoid getting hit by my enhanced punches. "Why would you do this?! Speak!"

I just continued to ignore her. I wasn't interested in answering her questions. All I knew is that I served Mistress now, and my days as a superhero were over. Of course, I didn't have a problem with this. All I cared about was obeying Mistress. So I kept up my assault, throwing another punch for her head. This time she ducked, staying up close as she launched her own attack: a punch to my stomach.

I staggered back as her fist hit me through the blue fabric of my leotard. It was a perfect attack, executed with flawless precision. Despite my increased durability, I felt it, and moved a paw to rub at my slightly bruised stomach.

"I can do this all day, Streak. Please, don't make this difficult."

She would be an annoyance. I needed to end this fight quickly. I also didn't want to leave Mistress waiting. However, I decided to change strategies. Remaining silent still, I held up my guard, prepared to defend against any of her attacks.

As I expected, she made the first move, ducked to kick my legs. Her boot connected with my knee, making me lose my balance and fall forward, right into another perfect punch into my stomach. My mistake was overestimating my balance, and her kick taught me a lesson. I couldn't afford to underestimate her.

I tried to leap back and away, but Street Guard wrapped another leg behind one of mine and pulled, tripping me over backwards. It wasn't an especially hard landing for me, but I choked on impact as a result of her second punch. Then she retrieved one of her two batons from where she had them holstered on her back, bringing it down on my belly. The weapon connected, landing on the blue spandex over my body. Electricity flew through me, burning through my nerves with an intense agony. I would've yelled in pain, but the shock was locking up my whole body, freezing me in place and making me totally helpless. I could merely convulse helplessly.

"Listen to me, Streak!" said my former friend and ally, still holding the electric baton down on me. "If you had just changed allegiances, you wouldn't be staying silent. I know someone's controlling you! Is it Manasa?"

Yes, it was Mistress. She was controlling me, and I loved it. She had forcibly stripped away my former life as a superhero, turning me into an obedient slave, and I was insurmountably grateful. Mistress had taken my free will from me, and I loved it. Yes, my love was defined by her control over me and I had no choice but to adore my enslavement, but I was simply incapable of feeling bad about that. I was incapable of being bothered by my servitude. I loved my Mistress by force, and I was okay with it by force. I would serve her by force, and I would bring Mistress this superheroine by force.

"Fight it, Streak! Don't let her con--"

She was interrupted by the sound of the baton losing the last of its charge, having been pushed to its very limit. Now that I had a chance, I swung my leg and tripped her up, knocking her down on her stomach. She moved to recover with incredible efficiency, but I was quickly behind her, keeping the heroine on her knees with a headlock. She grunted with effort, but my immense strength far exceeded her own. I could have bent a metal bar fairly easily if I wanted, but as Mistress instructed me, I simply choked her out, tightening my arms around her throat as she flailed wildly.

"ARGH!" she choked, pulling with all her might. "B-Be a hero again... S-Streak...!"

Her efforts weren't enough, and a few seconds later her eyes rolled back and her eyelids fluttered before closing. Now peaceful and passive, she was totally helpless, allowing me to fulfil my mission and present this bonus to Mistress. I then felt the painful remnants of my electric ordeal as the adrenaline faded away, and my whole body ached with a painful throbbing, but I persevered for my Mistress. Softly grabbing Street Guard around her exposed midriff, I lifted her off the ground and slung her over my shoulder before doing the same to the still-sleeping businessman. In her skimpy costume, her arms and legs dangled a lot more freely with the greater range of movement afforded to her over the businessman's baggy suit. Back on track, I continued my journey, leaping over the rooftops towards my goal.

•••

At long last, I arrived with my peacefully sleeping luggage. Holding my two deliveries meant my arms were occupied, so I was forced to jump up a stairs of buildings to get high enough to leap over to the penthouse owned by my Mistress. Upon reaching the roof, I took the access stairwell down before exiting into the elegant hallways of my new home. It was a beautiful classical luxury apartment, furnished with all manner of expensive decoration and comforts.

I continued down the hallway before arriving at my final destination for the conclusion of my mission, entering a new room. It was some kind of modern dungeon, furnished as well as the other rooms, but with several cells separated by bars. Easily capable of imprisoning the enemies of my Mistress. None of them was occupied, until I gently placed each of my captives within separate cells, locking them within their new imprisonment.

That was it. I had acquired the man that Mistress had instructed me to, along with a superheroine who believed she could get in the way of my loving owner's will. Content, I could leave the dungeon and notify Mistress of my success. I eagerly travelled down the hallways of my new home towards the conference room, but the door was closed, meaning it was still in use. I was nicely ahead of schedule, so I waited beside the door, leaning against the wall with my arms together in submissive patience. My tail was wagging in anticipating of the time I could tell Mistress of my success.

Ten minutes later, the sliding door rolled open. The first people to exit were Dirtbag, the Doberman made from oily black slime, and Raptor, the robo-tailed gryphon. Both quickly noticed me as they turned in my direction.

"Well, well," said Dirtbag, snickering as he moved in beside me against the wall. "If it isn't everyone's' favourite cum machine! I bet he's desperate to wet his costume again. What do you think, Mike?"

"Oh, definitely," replied Raptor, grinning as he approached my other side. His costume consisted of armoured metal boots and a purple leotard, exposing his athletic thighs and arms. Then he firmly took my jaw in his grip. "I bet you're just drooling for a nice thick bad boy's dick in you, huh?"

I felt Dirtbag's slimy paw reach down to places not-so-rarely left untouched these days. He gently groped the soft spandex-clad package between my legs, and as usual, very quickly filled me with the arousal expected of a slave. I quickly began tenting my costume in his grip as he manipulated me through the blue lycra. Then I felt Raptor's other hand slide down my back to squeeze the soft flesh of my rump. I let out a soft whimper, not resisting. They worked for Mistress, and I was obligated to obey them, to an extent. Besides, Mistress told me that superhero costumes were meant to be cummed in.

"Listen to those moans," continued the robo-tailed gryphon. "Such a pathetic, horny loser!"

Over his shoulder, I saw Tamer, Starsider, and Deception leave the conference room, giving a quick curious glance in our direction as they walked off. The former two licked their lips, leaving slowly to enjoy the show a little more.

"Remember when we first met, slave?" asked Dirtbag. "I left you hangin' upside-down from a flagpole from the seat of your costume! Like a slutty, cum-soaked flag!"

"What about me, Streaky? Remember how I kicked your ass in front of all those people and made you cum in the middle of the street? It was so humiliating, right? Moaning in public like that?"

"And now you know your place as an obedient, slutty little toy. Not so heroic anymore, huh? So much for being a superhero."

My organ was fully hard, straining against the strip of shiny blue fabric between my legs as the two masters touched had their way with me. Then a slimy tendril from Dirtbag slithered into one of the leg holes, under the fabric, to coil around my eager member, softly pumping the flesh.

"Ahhh... Ahhh!" I moaned, humping gently into the tendril in my costume. "Y-Yes, sirs. I... I remember, and... I enjoyed being humiliated by you!"

"Lusty, huh?" teased Raptor, responding to my sigh of forced pleasure. "Yeah, he's eager."

"He wants us to put him in his place," scoffed Dirtbag. "Just look at him."

Indeed, my eyes were rolled back, tongue hanging as bursts of pleasure shot up my spine with each pump of Dirtbag's tendril. My chest heaved as my pulse quickened. I felt a growing itch deep inside me, eager to burst in my costume.

A minute later and the climax came, moaning out loud as the crotch of my leotard darkened with copious quantities of my warm seed, spilling freely into the fabric that held tight over my sensitive private parts. My body shook in the grip of the two masters, muscles contracting with ecstasy while I breathed ever faster, mouth agape in pleasure. Of course, this was nothing strange. When the other villains were around, I just expected them to make me cum in my tights. But, of course, my Mistress made me climax the most. She made it something special to spill my seed. It was an honour to climax for her.

"Yeah, that's right! Moan, you little slut!" mocked Raptor, chuckling as he groped me throughout my long orgasm.

"Ahem," said the voice of my loving Mistress.

Just as the orgasm came to an end, Raptor and Dirtbag turned to face her, and their expressions changed to that of mild submissiveness. Indeed, my Mistress was standing behind the two masters, arms folded with a raised eyebrow. As usual, she wore a bikini made from straps of velvety red fabric, glistening in the warm hallway lights, along with a red crystal pendant hanging from her neck. All of this fitted beautifully with her long, slender body, lined with bright green serpent scales. Of course, her most stunning feature was her long, flowing red hair.

"Oh, just enjoying the goods, ma'am," said Dirtbag, snickering a little.

"You two have been spending a lot of time with Streak," Mistress responded. She wasn't angry, but she was firm. "That is fine, but if you desire slaves of your own, you must capture your personal enemies." Then she turned to face her avian associate. "Raptor, you seem to be taking your time hunting down Race."

"Sorry, Ms Manasa," responded the gryphon. "I've been working on some... technologies that should help me out in that department."

My Mistress turned to the slime Doberman. "And you, Dirtbag?"

"Still on the lookout for Bedrock, ma'am," he responded, happily. "I'll slime 'im up when I see the big wanker!"

"Then I suggest you return to those concerns. That is why we work together, is it not? Off with you."

The two nodded before stepping away and walking down the corridor. Now we were alone, and Mistress smiled at me before wrapping her arms around my lithe frame.

"There now. Did they hurt you, my sweet thing?" she asked, her voice so soothing and motherly.

"No, Mistress," I responded, now fully recovered after my climax. But now I had a very prominent wet patch on the fabric between my legs. "I'm fine."

"Good. I would happily enslave my 'allies' were it practical, but I depend upon the loyalty of those I cannot hypnotise, such as Dirtbag. If I were to enslave my other associates, he would notice, and that would not work to my advantage." Then she took me in her arms, wrapping them around me to run her fingers up and down my spine. "I've missed you, my sweet thing."

As she pulled me close, I leaned on her soft shoulder. Despite her thin, slender build, her serpentine green scales were soft and smooth. To touch them felt like such an honour, but to be bound in her arms was heaven. I lived for Mistress, and the joy I felt by her touch was pure ecstatic joy.

I closed my eyes in her loving embrace. "Mmm. Thank you, Mistress."

Then she gently pushed us apart, looking into my eyes with that warm, motherly smile. "Now, how was your mission?"

A wave of excitement fell over me. I knew Mistress would be happy to hear of my success, and that would make me even happier. "I captured Mr Generals, Mistress!" I exclaimed, excitedly. "Street Guard tried to stop me, but I captured her too!"

"My, my!" responded my beautiful, loving Mistress, raising an impressed eyebrow. "You have done well. I look forward to rewarding you tonight. Let us go and tend to our new prisoners, shall we?"

Mistress started down the hallway towards the dungeon, beckoning me to follow with a finger under my chin. I readily obeyed, trailing behind her.

It didn't take long for us to arrive, entering into the dimly lit chamber where our two catches were imprisoned, each in their own separate cells. They were awake now. The businessman seemed to have given up any attempts at escape, slumped against the back of his cell in defeat, likely believing that Street Guard was his only hope. The heroine, meanwhile, was fiddling with the lock, and her extensive experience made me concerned that she had the ability to break out. Thankfully, she pulled away when she saw us enter.

"Good morning, pets," said Mistress, standing before the two cells and their captives. "Now, who shall be first to become mine?"

"Please release me, ma'am!" yelled the businessman, filled with desperation. "I can give you whatever you want! I'm rich!"

Mistress laughed. "I know you can," she said, turning to focus on him. "That's why you're here."

Then she snapped her fingers, and I approached, and I knew exactly what she wanted. Obeying, I picked up the keys hanging on the wall and approached the lynx's cage. I unlocked it, stepped in, and pulled the prisoner out by the back of his shirt. He didn't resist as I dragged him over to my loving Mistress. His heart was pounding.

"There now," Mistress said, reaching out to caress the businessman's fearful cheek. "Relax. Stare into my eyes, and soon you will know your place in this world..."

Her eyes lit up with those colourful concentric circles, emanating outward from the centre of her vision. I watched in excited awe as his eyes reflected that beautiful image, his muscles relaxing and heart rate slowing as Mistress' power washed over him and consumed his mind, vastly increasing his capacity for suggestion. He was pure putty in her scaly hands. He totally belonged to her.

"Now, remove those ugly coverings," she commanded, gesturing down at his clothing. "No slave of mine shall burden their bodies with such undignified garments. Free your body, as my lowliest slaves must be bare for me."

"Y-Yes..." responded the helpless new slave, quickly obeying my Mistress' commands. He slipped off his jacket, his shirt, and then his vest. After that he slipped off his shoes, socks, and pulled down his pants, revealing he was wearing fairly skimpy thong underwear.

"Hehe. Excellent choice for a slave," said Mistress before putting a scaly hand on the slowly lengthening bulge in his remaining skimpy attire, drawing a soft moan from the entranced lynx as she begins to rub and massage him through the soft cotton. She supported him with her other hand behind his back. "Look upon me, and know that I am everything to you. Gaze into my eyes, and know that you would do literally anything for me. Gladly. This is your pleasure. The bliss of servitude. The utopia of submission. The heaven that is slavery to your Mistress."

As she bent the lynx to her will, I turned to look at Street Guard in her cell. She was horrified at this display. If only she knew the incredible experience of submitting to Mistress; the blissful process of having your mind reshaped to her will. But I speculated that she would soon find out.

"You and your company belong to me now," Mistress was saying. "You will serve my purposes, as you were born to. Your destiny was to do my will, and one day, you shall die in loving submission to me, as is the greatest honour of my subjects."

"Yeah... serve," said my new fellow slave, sleepily, as Mistress held his eyes and mind captive. "I... I understand... I... AHHHHH!"

I saw the front of his stretching thong darken as he quickly blew his load in the skimpy fabric. He roared in ecstasy as Mistress overwhelmed him with the purest physical and mental bliss. Now he had discovered true heaven.

"There, there," she said, reassuring her new slave as she embraced him, holding him close against her neck. He was in heaven now, as I was when Mistress made me belong to her. Then she broke off the embrace. "Now, go home, sweet thing. Tell the police that Street Guard gave herself up to save you. Then I will tell you when I have a purpose for you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress!" he responded, so eagerly, as he panted after his release.

"Good a friend of mine is waiting in the main hall to... play with you some more. She will show you out."

Mistress gestured for him to pick up his clothes, and he obeyed, scooping them up in his arms. Then Mistress turned him by the shoulders towards the exit, giving him a little push by his rump to start him on his way. Then she turned to me and gestured towards Street Guard.

"Yes, Mistress!" I responded, moving over towards the heroine's cell, giddy with excitement. Soon she would know the pleasure I felt.

As before, I unlocked the cage and pulled open the bars. Then I grabbed the heroine by the wrist, pulling her out. She didn't seem to resist, until suddenly she brought one of her legs up high to strike me in the head, hitting me in the nose. The unexpected attack caused me to let go, and my prisoner dashed for my Mistress.

"You won't have me!" she yelled, aiming a punch straight for Mistress' head. "And I'll save Streak!"

Just then, the pendant around my Mistress' neck began to glow red, and a series of glowing red rings appeared around Street Guard's arm before her punch could connect. Her fist went no further. With another thought from my Mistress, rings appeared on her other arm too. Then her legs. Then the rings forced her to spread her arms wide, totally helpless and restrained.

"Agh! Streak! Fight it!" the heroine pleaded. "I need you! Be a hero again! Be a super--"

She was cut short when a glowing red gag appeared over her mouth, silencing her. All she could do was whimper helplessly as Mistress moved in close, running her hands up and down the helpless heroine's captive body.

"There. That's better," she said, smiling smugly at the heroine. "There won't be any resistance tonight, Mariana. Tonight, you shall submit to me and scream my name in pleasure. It is time for your re-education."

The resilient German Shepherd continued to whimper loudly into her gag before Mistress' eyes began to burn with those beautiful spiralling colours, staring Street Guard in the eyes. Instantly, she was under Mistress' power. She, like the businessman and I, would soon be eternally loyal to Mistress, willing to do anything for her.

"Yes, relax," soothed my owner. One of her hands had slipped down to the heroine's back, brushing over her fluffy tail and soft rump, half-obscured by the high-cut bikini brief. She softly massaged the sensitive flesh, squeezing. "Calm your mind. Cast aside your free will and submit forever, my sweet heroine. My lovely Street Guard. You are defeated. Embrace your loss, for soon you shall know bliss and pleasure beyond imagining." Now Mistress' hand over the heroine's backside slid downward and began brushing Street Guard's sensitive folds through the fabric of her bikini.

"But I... I won't..." stammered Street Guard as the gag vanished, little shivers indicating she was struggling to resist physically still. It was fruitless, of course. Once Mistress had the former heroine in her gaze, she was doomed to fall into her power. Now she was starting to pant with pleasure as Mistress stroked her private areas.

"Shhh," Mistress shushed, stroking the side of Street Guard's head with her other hand. "Submit. Surrender your mind and body. Gaze upon the beauty of your Mistress and accept me as everything you live for. Cast aside your childish sense of free will. I own you. I own everything. That is reality. Submit now."

"I... I..." she stammered with a little thrust of her hips. "I submit..."

"Good girl. Now, cum," said my Mistress. Then she connected her mouth with Street Guard's in a deep, firm, dominating kiss. Her hand on the heroine's face moved to her back, pulling her in to connect their bodies closely.

Down below, the defeated heroine twisted her hips in pleasure as her muscles spasmed with her climax. She moaned loudly into Mistress' mouth as ecstasy overwhelmed her lithe body, all while her skimpy green briefs turned dark with her juices, seeping through the fabric in impotent quantities before the sound of rapid dripping could be heard splattering on the floor. Her body shook as she came, totally drenching the smooth fabric of her costume. Mistress held her tight, one hand firmly holding her shuddering rump while the other pressed close into her spine as Mistress kissed her.

When the former heroine's climax ended, Mistress terminated the kiss, making sure to take her time in pulling her long forked tongue out of Street Guard's mouth. The new slave moaned so softly and happily, breathing heavily after the ordeal.

"Mmmm. You will make a good gift, my sweet," said Mistress, caressing the new slave's cheek.

"Y-Yes, Mistress," responded the slave, a dumb smile on her face.

My loving owner rubbed her fingers over the fabric between the new slave's legs, continuing to manipulate further moans of submission from the German shepherd.

"Mmmm. You are deliciously wet, my dear. Your submission was a climactic one. You completely unleashed your warm honey from your depths for me. But this is only the beginning. In a few minutes, I shall have you gushing like a stream."

Street Guard's head leaned back as Mistress stimulated her. "Y-Yes, Mistress! I... I cannot wait!"

"Pet," my Mistress said, turning to me. "Clean up the mess that Ms Lucas has made. Then you will go to my bed chambers and wait while my new plaything has her turn at satisfying me."

"Yes, Mistress," I responded, rushing to the nearest broom closet for a mop.

Then the two elegant females left the room. Mistress had a hand over Street Guard's rump, pressing a finger into her through the spandex of her bikini as she led the former heroine to her pleasurable doom in the bedchambers. I worked hard and fast to clean the floor, so eager for a whole night of attention from my Mistress.

13 March 2015

Three months and fifteen days earlier

I was in total agony. I had a broken arm, leg, and clearly a few broken ribs. A high-speed collision with a truck will do that to you.

It was a quiet evening until I found a bunch of drug traffickers making a delivery through the industrial district. Unfortunately, everyone in the surrounding factories and warehouses had gone home for the night, and there was no one around to help me out. I seriously needed the paw. I wasn't paying enough attention, and the traffickers were lucky enough to hit me with their truck, which seriously put the ball back in their court, and any advantage I had was long gone.

"Awww! I think we broke him, boys!" taunted one of the four thugs, brandishing a large wrench. "Let's break him a little more."

Lying on the concrete ground and barely able to move without a surge of pain shooting through me, I was pretty helpless as the criminals surrounded me. Then they began striking me with a few kicks, causing me to yell out in pain. I could see the pure sadism in their eyes as their boots struck my broken bones.

"AAAGH! NO!" I yelled, too pained to do anything other than beg. All I felt was the impending threat of death and the burning compulsion to survive, whatever the cost. "STOP! PLEASE!"

I felt a crack here and there as the thugs disturbed my broken skeleton. One functional arm and leg weren't enough for me to defend myself. All I could do was pathetically crawl away, dragging my butt across the ground in a desperate attempt to keep my distance from my tormentors and save my skin. If I avoided them long enough, Falcon could heal my wounds, but that was a vague hope. It would take too long, and my chances of living more than a few minutes were slipping away. But I wasn't about to give up.

"Let's put this cute little bitch out of his misery," said another thug, retrieving his pistol from where he had it holstered in the back of his pants.

The others followed suit, preparing their own handguns in preparation for finishing me off. I continued backing up as fast as I could. Then my back hit something. The metal wall of a factory building. There was no escape.

"Falcon?!" I exclaimed in my head, heart racing. I was overwhelmed by the growing belief that I was about to find out what dying felt like. It wasn't the first time. On each occasion, my mind was turned to mush by the fear and confusion, briefly entertaining the idea of choosing any last words to say to Falcon. Instead, since I was too scared to think, I always settled on begging him for some kind of answer to my predicament. Of course, if I didn't know, he probably didn't either.

"I do not know what to do," said Falcon. "I am sorry."

Tears began to well up in my eyes, so much that my vision became blurred and hazy. I closed my eyes tightly as I waited for what might be the agonising pain of a bullet piercing my heart. Instead, I heard the sound of a loud whack with a buzz of electricity. Opening my eyes, I saw the lead thug was on the ground. Above him was my saviour: Street Guard, holding her two electrically charged batons.

"Hi," she said to everyone, but very seriously.

The other thugs turned their attention to the grizzled, experienced German shepherd superheroine, clad in her jungle green long gloves, thigh-high boots, bikini, sports top, and black domino mask. She stood frozen in an aggressive stance, two batons at the ready. The moment the thugs made their move, she responded with impressive feats of speed and agility as she ducked and dove to avoid their gunshots, hitting a pistol from one thug's hand before hitting him hard in the back with a baton, knocking him out too with another burst of electricity.

"Get outta here!" yelled one of the two remaining thugs, turning tail and fleeing.

They didn't stand a chance. Despite the adrenaline boost giving them some extra speed, Street Guard was already on top of them. She flipped over one of the thugs to land in his path, ducked down, and tripped him over with her own back. He landed hard, losing consciousness, before Street Guard threw her baton at the other thug, knocking him down with a shock.

"Don't get up," she said a few moments later after retrieving the thrown baton. Then she turned her attention to me, sprinting in my direction to kneel down beside me. "How are you feeling, kid?"

"I... Er..." I mumbled, at a loss for words. Not only did I owe her my life, but like Serenade, she was a mere mortal who demonstrated incredible skills that put my powers to shame. "Th-Thanks!"

She smiled. "You're welcome, kid. But seriously, where are you hurt?"

"Oh, everywhere," I said, finally gathering my thoughts. "But I heal fast. Don't worry."

"I'm not taking any chances," she responded, shaking her head. Then she reached a paw to her back and retrieved a phone, immediately activating a saved number. 911, I assumed. Then she slashed me a friendly wink. "And you're too cute for me to stand to see you in pain."

I blushed. I was about to raise my arm to the back of my head before I let out a groan of pain from the attempt to move.

"It's okay. Stay still. You're gonna be just fine."

And it was. She called the police too, and they arrived swiftly to pick up the gangsters. Street Guard stayed with me until the ambulance showed up, which didn't take long, and the paramedics wheeled me into the vehicle. But still, Street Guard stayed with me, chatting the whole time and keeping me company. I already knew a lot about her considering she was the oldest superheroine in Beacon City, but she always seemed a lot more serious and formal before then. As we spoke, I learned that she was an incredibly kind and gentle woman, and her bedside manner was perfect. I immediately knew I wanted to go on patrol with her sometime, so I asked if we could, and she guaranteed that we'd get the chance eventually.

That was my first hero-to-hero meeting with Street Guard and the story of how we became friends.

9 August 2015

One month and twelve days since Street Guard's enslavement

Over an hour of continuous practice. An hour of constantly performing the moves that Mistress taught me again and again, and still I was happy to do it. In fact, the longer I went on, the more satisfied I was to be heeding the commands of my Mistress.

"Yes, good boy," she said, arms crossed as she watched me, her gaze focused primarily on my pelvic area. "Again. Repeat the move."

Obeying, I repeated the complex string of punches and kicks that Mistress had taught me. My muscles were aching and sweat was finally beginning to trickle down my fur. I was starting to pant. After over an hour, I knew the string perfectly. Of course, I was fully aroused the whole time, being in my Mistress' presence.

"Yes, move for me," she continued, licking her lips. "Sweat for me. Glisten for me."

I was relentless, repeating the same move with better accuracy each time. My muscles were starting to burn, but I persisted, not pausing for a second. Mistress enjoyed what I was doing, and she wanted me to keep going. I'd work to the point of death if I had to, punching and kicking until my body would give out from exhaustion.

"Freeze," she said, and I obeyed, freezing in place just as my leg was raised high in the air towards an imaginary opponent. "Perfect."

She approached, stepping forward to rub her hands down my sides through the thin fabric of my costume. With my enhanced dexterity, I maintained perfect balance as she felt my muscles beneath my leotard. I whimpered as her fingers found the bulge between my spread legs, fondling me through the slightly sweat-soaked fabric.

"Now, let's have the evening begin with something special." Then her eyes began to spiral once again, filling my vision with those beautiful colours. Once again, I fell into her power, totally entranced and mindless. She withdrew her caressing hands. "Now, go and shower. I want you looking your best when my associates arrive."

Without a thought in my mind, I gave an acknowledgement of the order and headed to 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 down my white fur. My Mistress had accompanied me, watching intently as I obediently did as she commanded. Slowly, the water washed the sweat and drying cum 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 she entered the shower with me, gripping the bulge in my leotard and caressing my arousal once again. She commanded me to put my palms on the glass walls of the shower, and I obeyed, panting and moaning as my Mistress pleasured me. In time, I came again, fiercely. Climaxing while under Mistress' hypnosis was one of my absolute favourite things.

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

Her touch was like magic, as if little volts of electrical pleasure were sent from her fingers and into my nerves. My body shivered with a bursting libido. 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.

"Your mind is 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. "I know you love wearing this. Even if you never used to admit it, you love the high-cut bodysuit, exposing your toned thighs and encasing your genitals in smooth spandex."

A few more minutes later and Mistress was satisfied that the shower was finished, and I smelled fresh and clean once again. She had me step out of the shower and lift my arms to my sides, all my thoughts still absent. Gently, she rubbed me up and down with a towel, still not removing my costume as she dried me off for nearly half an hour, slowly and sensually.

"Good boy. Now, go sweep. My friends shall arrive in about an hour, and I want the place to be spotless."

An hour later and I was still sweeping, exactly as my Mistress intended. I was sweeping the floor of the living room, doing my very best. I was pleasantly warmed by the sunlight streaming in through the huge windows overlooking the city, but they were tinted black on the outside so that no one could see in. Clad in only a mere silk loincloth, another slave, a male beagle, was working in the nearby kitchen to prepare the food for our guests. Of course, I still didn't think anything of it. Mistress had kept me under her hypnosis, permanently entranced and mindless.

"Hello, again, my pet," said my Mistress, approaching me. Her red bikini glittered majestically in the sunlight.

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 did around her.

"Hello, Mistress," I said, robotically.

"Good boy," she responded, smiling. "Ahh, you look so good in that costume. Especially on your knees."

Looking down, she noticed my tenting spandex between my kneeling legs. Giggling, she lowered a scaly hand to my jaw, wrapped it under my snout, and tickled slightly. I closed my eyes in blissful contentment, my tongue hanging loosely while my white tail slapped against the wooden panels of the floor as she scratched.

Then we both heard the doorbell ring, and I almost felt depressed as my Mistress withdrew her hand.

"Rise," she said, somewhat firmly. "Continue sweeping. At last, my friends are here!"

She left the room, heading to the entrance hall. A few moments later and I heard the main door of the apartment open. Mistress began speaking to someone. Two people, judging by the two new joyful voices, chatting and greeting my Mistress. They spoke a little while before the group finally returned to the main room, revealing the two friends my Mistress had mentioned.

"Oh! He's so cute! As usual," said the first visitor, a lioness wearing nothing but what looked like a red high-cut acrobatics leotard, lacking anything even on her footpaws. She ran up to me and began straddling my sensitive body, turning me around, moving my arms, measuring, and overall examining me. I didn't resist or care, having no reaction as she briefly felt up my package. "I've waited so long for this! He looks so sexy in this costume!"

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

I recognised the name, and I realised she was Tamer, the dominatrix mercenary with a penchant for making taxidermies of her victims as "trophies". Evidently, she had not come with her traditional costume.

"My, my!" said the other visitor, a fiery red vixen wearing a skimpy golden leotard with a belly window. I recognised her as Starsider, the villainess with the ability to breath intoxicating pheromones that would fill her victims with a limitless love and obedience for her. Suddenly, she pounced on me, forcing my back onto the coffee table. "You're a cute lil' thing in person. Maybe I should take ya home with me...?" she said, grinning down at me.

"Sorry, Vivian," said my Mistress. "I already gave you your nemesis. Streak is mine."

"Awww! But the Predators are more fun to watch! And Street Guard is no fun anymore..." responded the vixen, turning to face my Mistress but remaining on top of me.

"I'll get you a new slave eventually then. But tonight, we play with my pet together."

"Awww..."

Slowly, Starsider pulled herself off me, taking a moment to run her paw down my slightly tenting bulge, drawing a soft moan from me. Freed, I returned to my knees, my arousal clearly visible inside my costume for all to see. I realised then that Mistress had invited her two friends over to "play" with me together, as they clearly hadn't had much time to spend with me yet.

"How cute! He's already hard!" said Carrie, giggling. "We're gonna have so much fun with this one!" Then she ran up to me once again and knelt, lowering her paw to immediately grip the tent in my costume. "Are you ready, lil' guy? You're gonna be our toy for today!"

"Yes, ma'am. I am always ready," I responded, as monotone as ever.

Then she stood and picked up the broom, a cheeky grin across her face. She moved the end of the broom between my legs and began rubbing it under the crotch of my leotard. Mistress and Starsider were watching happily, enjoying the sight of Carrie teasing me.

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

My eyes rolled back in my head as my body seemed to instinctively lean into the long handle. "Uhhh... Y-Yes, ma'am..." I responded, addressing her with the terminology Mistress told me to use to address her female associates. Despite being totally entranced and mindless, the pleasure flowing through me caused me to stammer.

"Then I'll scrub harder!"

Then she increased the pace by which she was scrubbed 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 Carrie used the broom through the shiny blue material. I leaned into the broom further, my arms hanging limply in front of me as I kneeled. "Aah! Aaah!" I moaned, unable to hold in my exclamations of pleasure, yet my eyes remained mostly wide open.

"What's the matter? Gonna cum?" she teased, and the other two merely continued to watch and grin.

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

Suddenly, she pulled the broom away. "I didn't say you could..."

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. I didn't have permission. But regardless, I still continued to pant heavily after coming so close, throbbing in my costume moist with pre-ejaculate.

"Don't worry, cutie," said Starsider, watching the erotic entertainment with arms crossed. "We're gonna ravish your body all evening!"

The three mistresses immediately dragged me to the master bedroom. Or, more specifically, Carrie grabbed me by the collar and pulled me along. Upon arriving in the elegant and very-much familiar chamber where Mistress had me spend half my time, they strapped me down, spread eagle, to the large double bed. Then they went straight to work.

"Your body belongs to us," said Mistress. "Today, we will enjoy it together, like never before."

Carrie wasted no time in crawling onto the bed between my legs, and then resting her feline head on my tenting crotch, dipping her tongue out to lick at me through the fabric, drawing several moans from me. She moved her paws into the leg holes of my leotard to fondle my arousal directly before suddenly sliding a buzzing ring around my fully aroused organ, sliding it down the sensitive flesh and into place. Waves of pleasure flew across my body as I sped towards climax. Then she 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.

"I think the cute fox likes being dominated!" said the exuberant lioness.

When Carrie moved aside, Starsider climbed onto the bed and took the feline's place. Laying her head on my blue, spandex-clad stomach, she used her paws to sensually stroke along my torso. After a minute of this, she revealed a smooth cylindrical device of some kind. Pressing a button on one end, the sounds that began emanating from it clearly suggested it was a vibrator. Then she lowered the device under my rump and slid it under the fabric over my backside, slowly and surely pushing it inside me. I immediately began bucking my hips in pleasure as the powerful device stimulated me from within.

"You love being our slave, don't you?" teased the seductive vixen. "Pfft! To think you used to be a superhero! But that didn't last long, did it?"

"You know your place now!" teased Carrie, lying beside us on the bed, running one of her paws over my abdomen, barely stopping at my tenting bulge, filling me with a sense of longing.

"Don't be shy!" said my Mistress, climbing on top of me and smiling down at me, filling me with the utmost joy and contentment. "Let the pleasure wash over you. Pleasure without end or climax. You may not cum without my permission."

Then she kissed me, and I roared with pleasure into her mouth as her forked tongue sensually exploring my own. Meanwhile, she rubbed her scaly hands up and down the white fur of my bare arms. The constant stimulation of almost every inch of my body was beyond compare to anything I had ever felt! Yet, I couldn't climax. My premature cream oozed into my costume but I couldn't achieve orgasm. I was totally helpless, stretched out and caressed all over by my Mistress and her friends. Mistress was on top of me, Starsider was between my legs, and Carrie was sitting beside us to caress my sides.

It was an hour. A whole hour of constant stimulation and teasing. A whole hour of the three dominant females torturing me with pleasure, but also taking the time to gain pleasure from me in return. Watching me suffer, they fondled and kissed each other as the minutes passed, totally revelling in debauchery and hedonism as their pitiful slave moaned out loudly in ecstasy. Soon, the skimpy outfits worn by the three women became wet with their own release. However, my Mistress showed no weakness, as she never lost her confident smile as she climaxed into the straps of velvety fabric that kept her modest. The other two, however, had become totally lost in pleasure as they stimulated each other.

"Now then, my pet," said my Mistress, sitting beside me on the bed. "I think you have suffered enough. You can cum now."

Then I came, unloading spurt after spurt of my seed into the spandex between my legs. The two vibrating devices seemed to force more and more out of me, sending ripples of even greater ecstasy across my flesh and prolonging the cataclysmic release. My body shook as Mistress' eyes stared into my soul, hypnotising me yet again, bringing the pleasure to even greater heights. My fingers stretched out and my toes curled in ecstasy as she manipulated me.

"Don't stop cumming, sweetie," said my Mistress, her eyes firmly locked with mine.

Indeed, my orgasm refused to end, cumming ever more into the bulging costume. All three of them stood up and watched as I released more and more. Eventually, I had blown the very last of my load into my tights, and my body was shattered by dry orgasms only. The tented crotch of my blue leotard was completely soaked, my thick cum oozing out from the sides. In fact, the wide wet stain in my costume had spread all the way to my belly. I had never cum this much in my entire life!

Night had fallen and the heavenly women turned to go downstairs to pleasure themselves and each other further, all the while the vibrators continued to stimulate my body. However, Mistress turned to me before leaving the room.

"Keep on cumming..." she repeated with a motherly smile. Then she turned and left.

My tired mind slowly began to sink into a warm pool of liquid peace, and as expected, I passed out.

•••

When I came to, I could still feel the device inside me and the ring in my costume, keeping me permanently hard and stimulated as they buzzed and vibrated without end. However, I noticed that I was no longer entranced, leaving me free to serve Mistress willingly once again. My perpetual orgasm had finally ended too. 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 superhero self paved over by the limitless, complete and utter domination of my Mistress and her friends.

"Hello, sweetie. I hope you had fun," my Mistress was saying, standing beside me with hands on her hips. "We had a lot of fun with your body while you slept. Even unconscious, you make me proud by just how responsive and productive you are. The mattress is soaked!"

"Thanks for the fun, Manasa!" Carrie said, slipping into some more subtle street clothes. Turning to face her, I realised there were a few wet towels lying about, no doubt having been used to clean up the mess made over the past few hours. "Please tell me I can come and play with him again!"

"Certainly! Starsider too. I'll let her know when I see her again. Please, let me show you out." Then Mistress briefly turned her head to me as she led Carrie out of the room. "Relax here, my pet."

Carrie left the room with Mistress, chatting profusely about the long and pleasurable day as they headed for the penthouse exit. I was alone with my whimpers of pleasure, costume still thoroughly soaked. I closed my eyes and submit to the manipulation of the vibrators inside me and around my hard length. I closed my eyes in submission to the ecstasy.

Several minutes passed as I softly gyrated my hips, spurting periodically in my leotard with a few more whimpers of pleasure. Then I noticed, barely, that someone else was here. In my pleasure and half-closed eyes, I could see Starsider, looking down at me with a grin. She was on her paws and knees, right on top of me.

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

She brought a little cloth up to my face, pressing it against my snout. Chloroform! As blackness closed in around me, consciousness fading once again, 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 reality fell away.

To be continued...