Part 11: The Next Victims
After getting their lusts and clothing under control, the two women took their new orders and did as commanded.
The first thing was to get Catwoman into a new position to witness the proceedings. A small spray of gas was shot into her face and she was out cold. She was let down from the hook and left on the floor. A second spray was used over her plastic cage, which broke it down and dissolved it into a fine powder.
Catwoman was placed on the large examination table and her black catsuit removed. The Professor commented he was going to keep it as a memento of his conquest of the thief.
Since she was already free of hair at the crotch, there was no need to shave her. Annie’s black pleasure suit was retrieved and the sleeping thief’s body was worked into the suit. Batgirl noticed it wasn’t much different that Catwoman’s catsuit, so she surmised some elements of her costume had incorporated the same materials as the pleasure suits. Soon the suit was covering her entire shapely form, from her toes to her neck and down to her wrists. The Professor even added a pair of gloves to complete the set.
No wonder why Catwoman was always horny. Or maybe it helped satisfy her sexual urges.
Annie placed a pair of black high heels, made of the same material, on her feet. Like the suit, the shoes shrank to mold around her feet, but the heel was quite ridged and could be walked on. Meanwhile, the X-frame was laid horizontal by Batgirl and soon the sexy criminal was tightly trapped onto it. Several extra leather straps were added to her bindings at the arms, chest, waist, hips, thighs and legs. Catwoman had a reputation of being able to escape many different forms of bondage techniques, as Batgirl knew all too well.
A red ballgag, with large leather straps was used to gag the thief, including a large leather patch that bucked over her mouth covering the lower half of her face. Lastly, a strap was attached to the gag that would hold her head in place. The Professor was going to make sure Catwoman was completely defenseless.
Batgirl has always wondered how Catwoman would look in tight, inescapable bondage, getting a taste of her own fetish. This wasn’t that satisfying moment.
The three of them then loaded the frame and it’s detainee onto the freight elevator and took her up to the laboratory. There the X-frame was nearly set vertical, in perfect viewing of the large glass chamber of Mind Bender. Catwoman remained in a deep slumber.
The three returned to the lab, carrying several items. The kitten in the rack was the first to be sedated and removed from her distress inducing device. The other 2 kittens, still suffering to the devices and unable to achieve a climax, watched as their sexy comrade was prepared, knowing they would soon endure the similar fate.
The kitten was laid on the examine table and stripped naked. Like Catwoman, she was shaved clean. Next, they carefully fitted her with two dildos, both coated of the same material as the pleasure suits, one in her pussy and one in her anus. A third vibrator, made of soft rubber, was centered on her clit and two soft cup-like items fitted over her breasts. Each one needed to be precisely set over or inside the intended area to make sure it was 100% effective.
Next, they worked her body into a red pleasure suit, making sure the devices precisely remained in place. It didn’t help that the unconscious girl was completely limp and the rubbery material was very slick to the touch. The suit stretched and held it shape long enough, plus was slippery on the inside to help the process, making is simple to slide it over her body before it would constrict again, forming the second skin that moved with the wearer. They finished placing her arms into the suit and slid the slide close, forming the suit to her body. A matching pair of red heels adorned her feet as did red gloves. From the neck down, the kitten was sealed in the red form fitting pleasure suit.
Batgirl wondered how many of the suits the Professor had in his inventory.
When the kitten was completely incased in the rubber, she was loaded on a cart and taken up to the lab. The other two prisoners continued to squirm in their bondage imprisonments, unable to get relief from their tormenting devices.
Once in the lab, Batgirl stood by and watch as the outer clear tube of the Mind Bender chamber lowered into the floor. The three of them proceeded to strap the sleeping kitten against the clear glass pole. Starting with her feet on the tiny platform, she was strapped in place, followed by her wrists above and then the rest of her body. It went surprisingly quickly and she was being fitted with the other devices within a few moments. Soon the visor, earplugs and air tubes were in place and the three cleared the platform.
“Batgirl, go sit on that chair and don’t move.” The Professor ordered. It was the last command he gave her as part of this stage of the procedure.
In truth, Batgirl felt completely guilty doing all this. Though she was unable to resist the Professors commands, just as Annie Goodbody couldn’t, she was still contributing to the process. She knew all to well that soon the kitten would come under the full assault of Mind Benders powers to become a mindless sex addict.
With the kitten set, the glass tube raised again, sealing the girl inside. She was already beginning to wake up. Panic set in as she realized something was about to happen as the platform began to slowly turn.
Annie was now checking on Catwoman, who was quickly waking up after an antidote to the knock-out spray and oxygen was administered. Coming full to her senses, she struggled against the fetters pinning her to the wooden frame and grumbled into her muffling gag. She realized where she was and had panicked believing she was about to face the Professor’s evil inventions. She was also feeling the affects of the pleasure suit, which had been wired in and receiving a low voltage charge to activate it’s stimulation on her trapped body.
Annie reported that Catwoman was awake and fully coherent.
“Ah, good.” He said as he quickly stepped over to trapped feline. “You don’t believe I can alter minds. Here’s how I can do it.” Again the Professor explained his process in detail. Between the stress of the bondage, the gag stretching her jaw and the pleasure suit arousing her passions, Batgirl wondered how much it registered with Catwoman.
“Now watch my unbelieving pussycat, as I make your underling a sex slave.” Switches and buttons were pushed by the Professor while Miss Goodbody monitored the progress. While plenty of lights flashed, not much could be heard from the struggling kitten inside, now turning faster. Soon her struggles waned, showing the girl’s senses were overloading and she was slipping into the trance the device created. Now his programming would begin.
Batgirl looked away, but found the flashing lights hard to resist. Even Catwoman could not take her eyes off the chamber, even though her kitten was being subjected to it.
“Batgirl, Miss Goodbody, return to the testing center and prepare another one of the kittens. Bring her here when you are completed. Do nothing else but get the kitten ready for Mind Bender.”
The two women left the lab and returned to the testing center.
“What do we do now?” Annie asked Batgirl.
“Only as he says.” Batgirl said as the rode down. “I can’t resist, even though it makes me sick. We have no choice.”
30 minutes later, the next kitten was ready, this time dressed in the purple suit Batgirl had been programmed in. They took her to the lab, finding the process was completed on the first kitten. The three of them took the first girl down off the tiny platform and laid her on the cold steel table. Though she was unconscious, her body was twitching as a side affect.
The second kitten was locked in place and the process began.
“Batgirl, Miss Goodbody, take this one to the holding cell. Strip her of the suit and return to the testing center and prepare the last kitten. Bring her here when you are completed.”
Batgirl wondered if she was going to get the sex crazed kittens as roommates.
The unconscious kitten was left on the bed stripped naked. Batgirl had the compassion to at least cover her with a sheet. They returned to the testing center to find the rack tied kitten very sexually charged, but a quick shot of spray knocked her out again.
Soon she was fitted with the devices, sealed in the pleasure suit and taken up to the lab. The helpless kittens swapped places in the chamber and it started all over again.
Batgirl looked over at Catwoman, who seemed like she was already in a hypnotic state. Her eyes were transfixed on the chamber even as her body was squirming with sexual energy.
With another twitching and sleeping kitten locked in the cell, they returned to wait and take the last one down. Apparently, the process took less than an hour to complete.
Now it was Catwoman’s turn. The X-frame was lowered and without care, the Professor removed the straps holding her down. At any second, Batgirl expected the cat to pounce, attacking the Professor with her bare hands. But she didn’t move, not even after she was free and the gag removed.
Catwoman’s legs were spread apart and the crotch flap pulled open so he could inset two large dildos inside her. With the task complete, she was helped to her feet. Without anyone uttering a word, Catwoman was led to the open chamber and guided onto tiny platform. Only two hours ago, she was fuming mad and swearing vengeance against the Professor. By himself, the Professor strapped the master criminal into place without the slightest hint of resistance. In fact, Catwoman was already responding to his commands and help in the process. Soon she was in locked in place, rigged with all the gear and the chamber sealed.
“Why didn’t she fight?” Batgirl dared to ask as she watch the pole, and it’s captive, turn slowly.
“She had been watching the processing sequence through 3 cycles.” The Professor happily explained. “She’s nearly in a catatonic state already. Given time and no programming, she’d come out of her state of limbo and slowly resume her normal state. I simply took advantage of her cooperative condition.”
With all this going on, Batgirl wondered if she was having a similar side affect of the process. And what about Annie, for she’d seen it more than anyone.
Batgirl looked over at the trapped feline criminal. Dressed in the slick black suit, her black hair flowing down, her fine facial features, she didn’t look all that different, only smoother, maybe even sexier. Catwoman should be screaming insults and threats, fighting and maybe even escaping the bonds that held her in place. But she stood so passive, so submissive and so very helpless. She spoke not a word not made a single movement. She stared straight ahead, blankly looking nowhere.
Catwoman was already gone.
Again it started. This time, the Professor seemed to have an exceptional glee in his eye. Like the kittens before her but not as resistant, the squirming and struggling of sexual tension started at first, but soon gave way to a passive, unbroken stance. Lights flashed as the small platform turned, displaying every angle of her fine feminine form. But Batgirl knew that while she still looked like the same Catwoman, the woman she was this morning was vanishing.
And there was nothing she could do about it.
Batgirl felt sad for all four of the felines. Yes, they were criminals, in need of justice and punishment for the crimes they had committed. Many times, Batgirls own life was in their hands, and only though some incredible fast thinking and a razor thin breaks, she’d escape Catwoman’s clutches and lived to fight another day. In one way, they were receiving a small sample of what they often amusingly gave out.
But no one deserved this. This punishment didn’t fit the crime, or any crime. To loose one’s self, to become what a perverted sick mind decided you to be. It was wrong, it was pure evil, it was sick and demented. Catwoman was now the sixth woman the Professor had placed into his great achievement, and it was getting worse with each use.
This round took longer than the kittens. At last, the process was over. Catwoman hung limply from her restraints as the tube slid down. Her body twitching as the professor and the two ladies carried her over to the steel table, laying her on top. They didn’t bother to remove the suit from her figure. Leather cuffs were placed on her wrists and ankles and she was fastened down to the table top. Catwoman, the twitching fading, was last was resting peacefully.
“Just a precaution.” The Professor said as they finished. “I doubt she will even move once she is awake. But you must always take precautions. But the hour is late and there will be much to do. We will test the results in the morning to effectiveness.”
He gave Annie some very specific instructions, then turned to Batgirl. First, she was ordered to cuff herself, then a collar and leash was attached.
“You will go with Miss Goodbody and do exactly everything she tells you. You will not resist.”
Back on the elevator, the two stopped on a different floor than the holding cell. Annie also carried the purple pleasure suit with her.
“Where are we going?”
“To my bedroom.” Annie replied.
“Guess my place is too crowded now.” Batgirl thought about saying they should go to the roof and make another attempt as escape, but could not speak it. On the one hand, she didn’t have her cape, so there would be no way to get off the top of the building. Second, there were now four additional lives she needed to consider. Even if she did escape alone, where would that leave Annie, Catwoman and the kittens? No, she needed to find a way to stop the Professor without endangering the other women.
Nice to be still thinking like Batgirl, the female Caped Crusader.
Annie’s bedroom was windowless and locked from the inside. A time lock would open the door each morning. It was furnished similar to Barbara’s room, only a little brighter and without the cell bars. Again, everything was nailed down.
Batgirl’s cuffs and collars were removed. Both women stripped naked and showered together, which felt really good after all the time in the faux Batgirl costume. They washed each others body as the Professor ordered. Batgirl enjoyed the gentle touch of the sexy lab assistant, the first real compassionate touch she’d experience in days. She felt human again, not like a sex object. The two women climbed naked into the large bed together, tired but not able to sleep.
“This has been the worst day of my life.” Annie whispered, trying not to cry.
“Worse than being brought here?” Barbara asked, happy to be void of a sudo-Batgirl costume.
“Yes, in many ways. First the failed escape attempt and getting caught. I thought he’d see right though my story. Then the flogger device, forced into another sex act with you, and lastly helping him wipe the minds of those poor women. I think I’m going to go crazy with the guilt of it all.”
“Sex with me was bad?” Barbara joked, trying to lighten the situation.
“No, it wasn’t.” Annie said without humor. “But it was still forced, unwilling. Something I couldn’t resist. Now look where it’s all gotten us.”
“It’s not your fault.” Barbara consoled her. “I feel the same way, but we can’t let is consume us. We’re just unwilling subjects of the Professor and what he’s done to us. We’re not responsible and we can’t help what he’s made us do. But we must do out best to make this nightmare end, before he can do it to others and more to us.”
“He needs to die.” Annie said softly before exhaustion took a toll on her. “He needs to die.”
Barbara pondered that comment for a long time, thinking it might be their only hope. She slowly drifted off to sleep, still holding each Annie.
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29.08.09
story continues in Batgirl vs the Professor 12: The Results
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