“Close your eyes and see yourself among your teammates, Foundation,” said Seductress, watching the captive hero squirm on the floor at her feet. She had been conditioning Foundation for three days now. She was confident of the depth of his trance; he would see whatever she told him to see. She had implanted a primal desire for compliance deep in his hindbrain; he would lust to obey her.

But she had to test his devotion to her.

“I see myself at Libido League headquarters, Mistress,” Foundation said, his thick cock reaching straight up. “All my teammates are here.”

“Good boy,” Seductress answered. “Every hero you capture for your Mistress will allow your hands a dozen strokes. Tell me what you do.”

“I find Platinum Panther when she’s out of her armor. I tell her that this last ordeal has shaken me. When she offers an embrace, I use a sleeper hold to incapacitate her. I bind her, gag her, and put in the earbuds playing Mistress’s indoctrination voice.” Foundation grunted as he grasped his shaft with both hands, pumping up and down vigorously.

“And then what?” Seductress asked, measuring the tempo of his jerks with her beautiful eyes.

“I take the Quimonite that Platinum Panther has locked away. I confront Captain Alpha, pushing the long green crystal into her dripping pussy. She writhes on the floor, helpless and ready for Mistress’s touch.” Foundation’s hand was a blur.

“What about Mnemonica?” Seductress asked, her own hand trailing along one of her stiff nipples.

“Mnemonica? Uh. Mistress wants Mnemonica?” Foundation’s hand slowed. “She’s not as powerful as the others. She might escape. Please, Mistress. Let her go. Take me.” The hero thrust his hips fruitlessly as his hands released his throbbing cock.

“Fascinating,” Seductress said. “Your devotion to the heroine is stronger than I thought. We will need to focus your conditioning until you beg me to be be allowed to deliver me Mnemonica’s mind on a silver platter.”

With a single finger, Seductress touched Foundation’s desperate cock. As he spurted fat droplets of cum over himself, he groaned his only possible reply, “Yes, Mistress.”

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