Thirteen women sat in folding chairs that had been placed in a rough circle. All of the women possessed attractive features, exemplary physiques, and imposing presences. They ranged in age from early twenties to mid thirties. The younger women exuded maturity and poise beyond their years, while the older women displayed an enviable youthfulness that belied theirs. Most wore the casual, comfortable clothing that one might wear out shopping or to a movie. But a few wore more specific garb, combining varying amounts of spandex, leather, and PVC.

"Welcome, everyone," the leader of the circle said. "Thank you all for coming to our support group for mind-controlled heroines. It's good to see some veteran faces and also some new ones. Has everybody had a chance to get refreshments?"

The leader received nods and verbal confirmations from the group.

"Great," she said. "Then why don't we begin? Today we have a newcomer, who recently experienced a traumatic mind control situation that she has agreed to share with us. Let's all lend her our ears, our sympathy, and our empathy."

Approving and encouraging murmurs sounded in response to the request. The leader nodded, then gestured towards a young woman across the circle from herself.

Shyly, the young woman waved at the group members. Then she sat up straight and cleared her throat.

"Should I give my code name or my real name?" she asked the leader.

"Whatever you feel comfortable with."

"Okay. Well, my code name is Red Wraith. But my real name is Kristina Llewellyn. You can call me Kristina or Kris. Or Red Wraith if you prefer that. Anyway, my story begins in the middle. That is to say, I don't remember being captured. I don't know if I was drugged or hypnotized or both or neither. All I know is, I woke up...and I was strapped into...and it was so scary...and horrible..."

"It's all right, Kristina," the leader said comfortingly. "Just take it slow. There's no need to rush. We've all been through something similar. We all understand what you went through. It will help to tell us about it. But do it on your terms, whenever you're ready."

Sniffing back tears, Kristina nodded. The woman on her right placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Managing a grateful smile, Kristina took a deep breath and continued.

"So...I woke up, and I was strapped into this chair. It was like something out of a bondage dungeon. I was spreadeagled in it, with my arms and legs each secured to a separate piece. There was an object covering the top of my head, too. A helmet, I think, but of course I couldn't see it. I looked out over myself, and I was horrified to see that much of my uniform had been removed. I wasn't naked or anything, but my outer layers had been taken off, leaving me in just my spandex under-suit. My boots were off, and so were my hose. I don't know why, but realizing I was barefoot just made me feel completely exposed and vulnerable. I mean, I go without shoes at home all the time, and I do my martial arts training in bare feet. But those are environments I feel safe and comfortable in. In the field, it's different. Wearing my butt-kicking boots makes me feel strong and powerful. And that was the first time I'd been stripped of both my boots and those feelings. It was...tough."

Kristina paused to keep her voice from cracking. A few of the women voiced empathetic sentiments. They knew. They understood. They'd been through it.

"Then, it got worse. I looked beyond myself, and I saw that I was in one of those amphitheater lecture halls. I was center stage, under bright lights. The rest of the room was dimly lit. I could tell that it had six or seven rows of seats, and many of them were filled. Down in the area with me was a uniformed man that I recognized: Doctor Hypnotiq."

Two of the women in the group shuddered, recalling their own personal experiences with the mind bending villain. Kristina noticed their reactions, and nodded vehemently.

"Right, that's exactly how I felt. Only, that was just the beginning. Somehow I knew that I was under his control. Sitting in that chair, under that helmet, I wasn't waiting to be brainwashed by him. I already had been. I was part of a demonstration that his villainous compatriots were there to watch. But it was a demonstration that was already underway, I was just regaining consciousness for this part of it. Talk about feeling helpless! Powerless! There I was, bound, barefoot, and brainwashed in front of a room full of bad guys. I wasn't just at Hypnotiq's mercy, but at theirs as well. I was no longer a mighty superheroine battling and winning against the forces of evil. I was a vulnerable little girl who could do nothing about her predicament."

"Excuse me, Kristina," one of the older women said. "I'm curious about something. In addition to your physical prowess and levitation abilities--none of which you could use if you were restrained--don't you have psychic powers? Were you unable to use them at that time?"

"You're right. I have a psionic ability. I'm a telpath. And I knew that I should use my telepathy. I should have entered Hypnotiq's mind and made him my puppet. But I didn't. I don't know why."

"Probably because Hypnotic had conditioned you not to use your powers," the leader said. "He's not stupid. He knew what you could do, and he made sure you were unable to do it."

"Oh, yeah, that makes sense," Kristina said. "So, that's where I was and how I felt. Now here's what happened: Hypnotiq saw that I was awake. He grinned viciously at me, then turned to address the crowd. He told them that they were going to witness something spectacular, all because of his genius...or some such typical villain drivel. He turned back to me and said my name, 'Red Wraith.' Hearing it must've triggered part of my conditioning because I immediately felt like two firm but gentle hands gripped either side of my head and forced me to stare at him. Then, he held up a remote control device and clicked a button on it. Suddenly my arm restraints unlocked. Was I free? Yes! But, no, only physically. My mind was still under his control. And just like me not using my telepathic powers, I simply didn't try to escape. Then, he said--"

Kristina stopped. Her cheeks grew red, and her eyes moistened. She lowered her head.

"I don't know if I can continue," she said softly.

"You don't have to," the leader said. "But if you want to, now or any other time, we're here for you."

Kristina remained silent for almost a minute. Then she steeled herself and raised her head back up.

"I need to say it, and everyone needs to hear it," she said to twelve supportive smiles and nods. "Doctor Hypnotiq commanded me with one word: Masturbate. And I did as I was told. I took both of my now freed hands, put them down my pants, and began to pleasure myself. In front of that fiend, in front of a room full of his evil cronies, I got myself off. All I could see was him, all I could think of was him. But the crazy part is, that made it easier. He must have brainwashed me to lust for him. Because I did. Oh, how I did. I worked myself into a frenzy over the sight of him. I was vocal. I was loud. If not for the leg restraints, I probably would have fallen out of the chair. Not only couldn't I stop, but I didn't want to. It felt so good. So amazingly good. Better than any other time I'd masturbated, better than any sex I'd ever had. It was wonderful. And I kept going and going, minute after minute, approaching climax but not reaching it. Needing desperately to reach it, needing desperately to orgasm, but also not wanting it to ever end. Until, finally, I came. I came like a force of nature, once, then again, then over and over again. With that, I lost all sense of everything but my ecstasy. And that's...all...I...remem...mmm...."

Trailing off, Kristina didn't continue. She sat very still now, her eyes wide and staring blankly ahead. At some point during her description of what Hypnotiq had made her do, she had removed her shoes and socks. Then she had raised up and spread her legs. And then, in perfect pantomime of her story, she had put her hands down her pants and begun masturbating furiously.

None of the other group members had stopped her, nor even said anything. From the expressions they now wore on their faces, one might guess that they were completely stunned into inaction by what they witnessed. But that guess would be wrong.

All the women stared blankly ahead with wide eyes, exactly as Kristina did. They had also removed their footwear. Now barefoot, they had lifted and spread their legs. And in final mimicry of the storyteller, they had thrust their hands into their loins and masturbated themselves into ecstatic oblivion.

"Well, well, well," a male voice said from just outside the room. "This couldn't have gone any better."

Emerging from the shadows, Doctor Hypnotiq entered the room and approached the circle of entranced women.

"Sometimes I even amaze myself. When I planned the brainwashing of a telepathic superheroine so that I could return her to her nest to unknowingly brainwash all of her little hen friends, I thought perhaps my reach had exceeded my grasp. But no, it didn't! It worked splendidly!"

The villain entered the circle and gazed upon each of the thirteen enthralled heroines. He grinned viciously, just as Kristina had described, though no one in the room showed any signs of noticing it.

"Slaves: Relax!" he said.

As one, all the women lowered their legs to the floor, and let their arms drop to their sides.

"We have much work to do. But also, much fun to have. Let's start with the fun, hm?"

He walked up to a heroine whom he found to be the most attractive and sexy of the group. Although she didn't know it yet, her brainwashing through Kristina's telepathic broadcast meant that she would desire him above all else. He, of course, knew this. His smile grew to wolfish proportions. And his work didn't begin for a long, long time.