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You finally had him. The hero who had tormented you for your entire villanous career, who had foiled so many of your plans, Blink, was squirming in a tight rubber straightjacket, blinded and nulled by a thick rubber hood, sucking on a hose pushed into his muzzle. He was yours.

The physical restraints didn't hold any real power, of course. A hero like him could simply blink out of existence and reappear, unbound, ready to fight. You realized that long ago. No bindings could hold him in body.

No, to catch this hero, and to hold him indefinitely - which you intended to do - you had to ensnare his mind. His cocky, confident little mind. So soft. So malleable, if you knew how to speak to it.

Of course, getting the visor on was the hardest part. One little teleport and it's clattering on the floor - had to play it smart.

That's where the pesky little sidekick came in. You took a little stroll over to her pod, gave her latex-bound breast a grope, eliciting a small squirm from the trapped feline. Yes, she served her purpose quite well. Once you had your hands on her, Blink put the visor on himself - thinking, as always, that he'd make a brilliant, heroic escape. Anything to protect his precious little sidekick.

The visor was much, much stronger than he thought. The cat squirmed and screamed for him to take it off. You remember his face: the surprise, then struggle against it - closing one eye, trying to close both of them, trying to focus on you and not the swirls of color. None of it worked, of course. The visor could detect his efforts and adapt accordingly.

Then came the smile. Oh, that smile. You couldn't help but laugh when you saw it. His body went limp, his shoulders relaxed, his mouth fell open just enough for him to start drooling, and then, the widest smile you'd ever seen on his face - even wider than when he'd de- set you back, before. He looked just so happy to give in, to submit to the visor's control.

No, he certainly wouldn't be doing any teleporting out of his restraints now. You doubt he even remembered he had powers at this point. You strolled back over to him and gave the thick, rubber bulge around his dick a firm squeeze, chuckling as he squirmed and whimpered. The visor sealed against his face was keeping him blank, confused, and docile as can be.

What a wonderful trophy. A perfect testiment to your ingenuity, your resourcefulness, your... ruthlessness. You were going to broadcast this image all over the city - their champion, bound in rubber. Oh, how the thought made your heart race.

What to do next? The hero was very strong willed. Keeping him a drooling, humping, brainless trophy was easy, but any meaningful conversion would likely be impossible, or at the very least, harder than it was worth.

But his sidekick... passionate, impulsive, reckless - an ideal target for domestication. You couldn't contain your maniacal laughter - the thought of having your own personal sex kitten, hopelessly in love with you, fiercely protective of you - you couldn't contain your excitement as you practically skipped back to the bound girl.

You admired her trapped form, squeezing her thigh, groping her chest, licking your lips. Yes, you would train her... condition her. Make her your slave, lover, bodyguard... pet. A perfect revenge. You'd get on that first thing tomorrow.

But for now... you had a hero's bulge to toy with.