[This story is set in Paragon City, taken from the former MMO game City of Heroes. All place names, hero names and registered trademarks belong to their rightful legal owners and are not intended as copyright infringement in any way. This work is purely meant as a piece of entertainment, and not for commercial purposes in any way, shape or form.]
[There are incestuous elements in this story, between mothers and adult daughters.]
[The precursor to this series is entitled "Mom the Superheroine".]
The veins began to stand out on Cindy's shaking arms.
"Resist... must... resist..." she grunted. Slowly, her hands moved back, away from the quivering mounds of Barbara's sweat-streaked breasts. The amethyst on her Collar began to glow again. She would not be an instrument of her mother's defeat -- she refused to be!
Rita snarled in frustration. "Joder! You're strong, I'll give you that. I'll break you in properly later. But as for you... you puta madre," she chuckled at the joke, "you're mine!"
Barbara whimpered. Her body was giving way, her mind was losing control. Her darling Cindy was so brave, and strong... to be able to resist Sensualita like that... "I'm her mother... but why can't I be as strong for her as she is for me?" she thought, filled with self-recrimination. And she could see plainly how every muscle on Cindy's body was tensed to resist Rita's mental commands, how even the veins were standing out on those strong lovely arms...
Then she felt it -- the constant, unending grinding of pussy against pussy -- one final push of clit on clit -- and she came.
Barbara Beck, Battler Babe, bucked and bounced her entire body, screaming and moaning with an earth-shattering orgasm that seemed to go on and on.
Rita's eyes rolled back into her head in delirious pleasure, even as Cindy cried out in despair. Through her haze of unwanted ecstasy, Barbara could feel it -- her strength, her physical power, flowing almost like an actual stream out of her pussy into Rita's, as if their mashed-together mounds formed a conduit. Her will, too, was draining out the same way -- everything that made her a superheroine. Rita was somehow sucking it and taking it for herself, for as long as the orgasm went on.
Finally, Rita released Barbara's legs, which flopped uselessly onto the floor with a meaty splat. Barbara was only left with vestiges of her energy, her powers. Her entire body, especially her defeated pussy, was buzzing and tingling with desire, with hunger.
Rita stood, stretched, and flexed. She seemed almost to glow. The fluids gleamed all over her waist and thighs, testament to the victory she had just won.
"You are mine now," she announced, with a cruel twist of her lips. "Your powers will be mine, for a while -- and now that I have overcome your womanhood with my own, we have a connection. The connection of slave to Mistress! And the next time you cum, slave Barbie, I'll get a nice tribute of energy from you again. Only fitting, for a slave to nourish her Mistress this way!"
She basked in their horror for some moments, then beckoned with a finger. "Come, slave Barbie!"
Barbara could barely summon the strength to slowly clamber onto her hands and knees. Cindy was only a few feet away, on her knees. She so desperately wanted to reach out, to touch her mother, to give her comfort and support. But neither woman could even do that at the moment.
For her part, Barbara was overcome with chagrin and humiliation. She couldn't even raise her head to look Cindy in the eye. Yet again... yet again, she had been made to look weak in front of her adoring daughter. To lose like this... in a sexual duel... the very seat of her womanhood, overcome and overwhelmed by her opponent's sexual prowess...
And of course, the defeat was also on the battlefield of the mind. Rita's psychic lances had penetrated the armor of Barbara's mental and emotional defenses, expertly exploiting all the points of weakness, locating all the chinks with almost ludicrous ease. There were so very many, after all. Her doubts, her insecurities, her anxiety over her relationship with Cindy, her own repressed longings...
So now, here she was, crawling on the floor of Sensualita's Dungeon of Debasement, towards what looked like a torture machine setup.
Rita was standing beside what seemed to be a metal frame, with chains and cuffs attached. In the middle of the frame, there was a Sybian saddle -- a black leather saddle, with a large black... thing... sticking up prominently in the middle. Beneath it was the machinery that, when activated, would cause the saddle and the intimidating black dildo to vibrate.
"Behold, the final instrument of your defeat," Rita proclaimed. "The Sybian Subjugator! With this device, you will become a living battery for me. Your daughter's will remains unbroken -- but not for long! You, slave Barbie, will help me break it, by feeding me your strength until she lies defeated before me!"
Barbara tried to scream a refusal, but her mind was clouded by a pink haze. This was all wrong -- her own strength, used to aid her enemy and enable the domination of her daughter? This was a travesty!
There was nothing she could do. She was helpless to resist Rita's next orders. Moving slowly -- she had never felt so weak and drained, her limbs had never felt so rubbery -- she mounted the saddle, and began to lower herself onto the phallus.
The ribbed attachment filled her up completely, and then some. She felt herself stretching to accommodate it, and her vaginal walls clamped involuntarily around the intrusive silicone appendage. The swirl of sensual stimulation made her swoon.
"Raise your arms!" her new Mistress commanded, and she did so. A pair of metal cuffs on chains dangled above her. Rita snapped them securely around her wrists, and then worked a counterweight mechanism, pulling Barbara's hands up further -- now Barbara's breasts were stretched upwards, and her entire torso too.
Next, Rita pulled Barbara's shapely, muscular legs straight out to the sides, forcing her to perform a full split -- with her recently improved flexibility, it was not too painful for Barbara, but she felt keenly the degradation of this position. Her ankles, too, were cuffed and chained.
Now her body formed an inverted "T", stretched out on full lewd display, while the phallic penetrator held her firmly in place. If she were at full strength, the chains could as well be made of papier-mâché -- but as it was, they were as strong to her as titanium was to a normal human being.
Rita stood back to survey her handiwork, and clapped with delight. "This is quite the milestone for me," she crowed. "My very first superheroine captured! And a two in one deal, to boot! I shall have to order a few more of these, for future slave trophies!"
There was another Sybian Subjugator set up just adjacent to Barbara. Barbara felt a thrill of apprehension run through her -- of course Rita meant to do the same to Cindy! The thought was unbearable -- the two of them, side by side, on obscene display, the first exhibits in Sensualita's gallery of perversion!
Cindy was struggling to her feet. Perspiration covered every inch of her body. Veins stood out not only on her arms now, but also across her chest and along her upper thighs.
