***9 years ago***

“How do you still not speak Spanish?” Callie asked incredulously as she landed on the muscle-bound thug who was pummeling Siren.

Siren opened her mouth, blood trickling from the corner of her split lip, and quickly shut it again when she saw Callie’s reaction to what she was going to say.

“You don’t know anyone who speaks Spanish!?  Seriously?” Callie asked, effortlessly delivering a kick to the side of the guy’s head, laying him out on the sidewalk.

“I mean, you can speak English,” Siren tried to defend herself.

“La Trogón is the national bird of Cuba, the symbol of my home country, where I lived for 26 years!”

“I know that!” Siren said.

Callie shook her head, drawing her pistol as two more members of El Lobo’s gang made their way to them.  She fired without looking, knocking their guns out of their hands.

“Your power doesn’t work if they can’t understand you, idiota.”  She holstered her gun, walking up to the men.

Siren jogged up to her, wiping blood from her mouth before taking out her baton.  “How was I supposed to know they didn’t speak a word of English?”

“We’re going after a guy called El Lobo!  And besides, you live in America.  Every day there are 72 more people living here that speak exclusively Spanish.”  Callie ducked under one of the goon’s strikes, flipping him over her back.

“That can’t be right!”  Siren blocked the other one’s punch with her baton, cracking him across the throat, dropping him to the ground.

“Alright, I may have made that statistic up on the spot, but the point remains, you really should learn, like all of the languages, if you really want to maximize your efficiency, but especially Spanish.”  She drew her gun as three more guys came running into the alley they were fighting in.  She made three quick shots, through and throughs in the shin, dropping all three.  She shouted at them in Spanish as one looked up, raising his gun, and they all dropped their weapons.  “That’s your job.  They all took a bullet because you couldn’t speak Spanish.”

Siren started to tell her not to put that on her, but as usual, her attempt to tell Callie what to do was met with a firm hand gag.

When Callie removed her hand, Siren sighed.  “We could have taken them down without shooting them.”

“And you could have learned Spanish.  Guess I just couldn’t be bothered either.”

Siren frowned at her.

“Ah, cheer up,” Callie said, her face lighting up in a smile.  “They’ll be fine.  Come on.”

The non bruised half of Siren’s mouth curled upward in a smile as she followed La Trogón out of the alley.

“Oh, fuck no,” Callie said suddenly.

“What is it?” Siren asked.

A second later static crackled over their comms.  “Pegasus is down,” Tempest said.

Wordlessly, the two broke into a sprint.  Callie fired at a few more of El Lobo’s thugs, dropping them as they made their way west towards Main Street.

Tempest stood over a mangled pile of white, feathered wings bent at an ugly angle, splotches of crimson on the pristine white feathers.

“What happened?” Callie asked.

“She got shot, I couldn’t catch her in time,” Tempest said.

Siren stood off to the side and watched as Callie knelt over the fallen Legend.  “Incoming, five guys at your six,” she said as she peeled back the broken wings.

Siren turned, but Tempest was faster, sending the group of henchmen flying with strong gusts of nearly 200 mph winds.

“We have to get her out of here,” Callie said flatly.  She turned on her comm.  “Barrage, I need your truck, now!”

“Yep, already on it,” Barrage replied.

“Oh Christ!” Pegasus suddenly screamed as she woke up.

“Hey, Peg, you’re a little banged up, but you’re going to be alright.”

There was a rattle of automatic gunfire, and Tempest threw up walls of fierce winds, sending the bullets scattering.

Pegasus screamed anew as the wind buffeted her broken wings around.

“Jesus, be careful!” Callie shot.

“Bullets would be worse,” Tempest shot back, but the wind died down.  He honed in on the shooter, blowing him off the roof.

“Two o’clock,” Callie warned, and he turned.  Before he could act the shooter was grabbed by a length of chain, the feline claws at the end tearing into his chest before he was ripped off his feet and hurled to the side like a rag doll.  The chain uncoiled from around him and returned to Lynx as she ran around the corner.  Izzy’s black pick up truck sped around the corner after her, Barrage rolling down the passenger window, firing his kinetic energy blasts out the window at more henchmen as he drifted to a stop next to his fellow Legends.

“How bad?” Barrage asked as he got out.

“She needs help,” Callie said.

“It hurts,” Peg said, her voiced strained.

“I know it does sweetie, just try to relax, we’re going to get you out of here.”

“Go, we’ll clean up here,” Tempest said.

“Siren, you’re with me.  Peg, honey, this is going to hurt but we’ve got to move you.”

Lynx kept lookout while the other four carefully lifted Pegasus and laid her down in the back.  She moaned in pain as they carefully positioned her broken wings.

“Calm down, just lie still,” Siren told her, putting a dirty rolled up tarp under her head while she stroked her hair.

Callie and Tempest hopped out of the truck bed.  Barrage stood up in the back, scanning the streets while Callie got in the cab and started driving.  

A jeep full of El Lobo’s henchmen sped towards them.  Callie swerved as several men leaned out the window with machine guns, and Barrage returned fire, blowing out their front tires, flipping the jeep.

“It’s all you,” he yelled to Callie through the back window before hopping out of the speeding truck, rolling and popping to his feet.  He opened fire into the henchmen as they crawled from the flipped jeep.  The air filled with pained screams as his blasts crushed bones and shattered skulls.

Siren turned and watched as Lynx’s chains tore another jeep that was racing after them apart, and a tornado picked up and threw even more men, courtesy of Tempest.

A wave of nausea washed over her as she witnessed the raw destructive power of her teammates.  The mission was supposed to be simple.  Her main job was to order civilians to get to safety, while they subdued El Lobo and his henchmen.  El Lobo was a violent criminal, he and his thugs nothing short of murderers, but even still, their standing orders were to keep casualties to a minimum.

“We never should have brought you and Peg,” Callie shouted through the back window before Siren voiced her concerns.

Siren turned back to the cab.  “You couldn’t have known Peg was going to get hurt.”

“No, but this was a kill job, and we knew it.”

“We’re not supposed to kill unless we have to.”

“No, we’re not, but we get a little bit of leeway here and there.  Aegis turns a blind eye for the occasional job that gets bloody.  What bad publicity we get for these is worth reminding the world that we’re dangerous, and not to be taken lightly.  If everyone thinks that the worst case scenario is going to jail, they’re more likely to put up a fight, and then shit like this happens.”

Siren looked down at Peg.  She was holding the injured heroine as still as possible as Callie drove, and even Callie was driving less recklessly than normal, attempting to keep the old truck as steady as possible while still making good time.

“This isn’t your fault,” Callie called back.  “Knowing Spanish wouldn’t have prevented this.  Aegis gave this job to the four of us.  Lynx, Temp, Barrage and I are the most, blasé about killing.  It was my decision to bring you and Peg.  I was hoping for a different outcome.”

Siren didn’t hear any remorse in Callie’s voice.  She looked back down at Pegasus.  Her eyes were screwed shut in a grimace of pain, wincing with every bump of the old pick up.

“Where are we taking her?  Who can even treat her wings?  A vet?”

“Normally, yes, but this is bad.  We have a… doctor, who specializes in, well the weird.”

“Who?” Siren asked.



***present***

“Dr. Jeremiah mother fucking Sisaro,” Izzy said.

The mad scientist stood outside the door to his room in the LC tower.

“Barrage.  It’s good to see you.”

“Bullshit.  What the fuck do you want?  I’m sure you’ve heard, I’m having a pretty shitty day, and I would love to tear the fuck out of something that really deserves it.”

“Oh, I am quite apprised of the situation.  And I have information you might be interested in.  Perhaps you should invite me in.”

Izzy paused, the temptation to blast the madman where he stood almost overwhelming.  He’d managed to avoid the doctor’s fee for his services, and normally he didn’t have a huge problem with Sisaro.  He was very good at what he did, and he could be dealt with, provided you came prepared.  But that didn’t mean he was in the mood for a house call from the mad doctor.

“Fine.  Don’t touch my stuff,” he added as he opened his door, not turning his back on Doctor Sisaro.  He followed him into his apartment.  “What do you want?”

“Not even going to offer me something to drink?”

“This is as much hospitality as you’re going to get.  Now tell me why you’re here.”

“Such hostility.  Fine.  I am aware that the real Siren has gone missing.”

“How do you know the one out there is a fake?”

“Because I’m not an idiot Mr. LeBlanc.  And I understand you’re looking for the real Siren.  I can assure you that your search is not in vain, and she is still alive.”

“You’ll excuse me if I ask for some proof.”

“Ah, that is where we might strike a bargain.  I’ve told you what I have so far as a token of good faith.  But for more information, that will cost you.”

“You’ve told me jack shit so far,” Izzy spat back at him.

“On the contrary, I gave you hope.  You’ve been grasping at straws.  You and the LC don’t understand whom you’re dealing with, or what she’s capable of.  It’s been pure, unsubstantiated theory until now that has let you believe that the real Siren might still be alive.”

Izzy took a deep breath.  “You son of a bitch.  If I find out you had something to do with this.”

“What you find out is entirely dependent on you.”  Dr. Sisaro’s thin, grey lips spread into smile.

“Name your price.”

“Oh, I’m not unreasonable.  Just a vial of your blood.”  He produced a sterile needle from his lab coat pocket.

Izzy took the needle from him, looking the mad doctor in the eyes while he jammed the needle into a vein in his elbow, letting the vial fill with his blood.

“I’ve spilled, now your turn,” the Legend said, tossing the vial and needle back to Dr. Sisaro.  The scientist held the vial up to the light, examining the crimson blood, his twisted smile spreading.

“Excellent.  Most excellent.”

“Siren’s alive.  What do you know?”

“Ah, yes.  I believe I know how the Sea Witch stole her power.”

“And how would you know that?”

“Well, Siren came to see me a few months ago.”

Izzy bristled.  This was news to him, and presumably Anna had seen the mad doctor alone.  Which meant he’d taken whatever he’d wanted from her, but now was not the time to get upset over that.

“She had a run in with a thief who’d been magically enhanced to produce a sticky slime.  She required my assistance getting free of it, and finding a way to neutralize his slime.”

Izzy had heard about Slimeball, though he hadn’t realized Dr. Sisaro’s involvement.  “So you studied her.”

“Yes.  And with my research, I was able to deduce a way that her power might be stolen through magic such as the kind the Sea Witch might be capable of.  But there is good news.  Such a method would not be permanent.  She would need to keep stealing her power, refreshing if you will.  So she’d have to keep the real Siren alive.”

“How often?” Izzy asked, his anger slowly fading into interest.

“That is hard to tell.  There are too many variables, and magic is such a fickle thing.”

“It is,” Izzy said, running his tongue along the back of his teeth.  “And that’s not generally your game.  You like to understand powers, but stealing them, that’s not your style, especially not with magic.”

“Why no, it’s not, but in this case-”

“You got set up, didn’t you?  She set everything up.”

Dr. Sisaro groaned.

“The magically enhanced thief who happened to show up in Bristol, that was the Sea Witch’s magic, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, I believe it was,” Sisaro grumbled.

“Sea Witch drove Siren right into your hands, let you do the research for her.  And then she stole it.  You’re not here to help us, you’re here because you got played, and you want revenge.”

“Does my motivation really matter?” Dr. Sisaro asked.

Izzy paused for a second.  “It actually makes me trust you a little more now.  I mean, you’re still a fucking monster, and I did threaten you if I found out you were involved, and you clearly were, however unintentional it may be.”

“I take it you want your blood back?”

“No,” Izzy said.  “Consider it a down payment.  Anything you figure out, how to find Siren, how to stop the Sea Witch, how to get Siren’s power back to her, you come to me first.”

“We have a deal.”  Dr. Sisaro extended his hand, a grisly collage of spare parts sewn on and robotic phalanges.  

Izzy took it, his grip tightening as he pulled Dr. Sisaro close.  “You know I will kill you, right?  You are responsible for this, and if you don’t help me make it right, I will kill you,” he whispered in his ear.

Dr. Sisaro nodded.  He could feel the kinetic force radiating from Barrage’s hand, tearing at the flesh and stitches and mechanical parts that comprised his hand.  “I understand completely.  If I learn anything, you will be the first to know.”

Izzy let him go.  Dr. Sisaro bid him good day and left.  He looked down at his hand, watching his fingers tremble.  He opened his other hand, revealing the vial of his blood he’d just stolen back.  Sisaro would be upset, though he doubted the mad doctor would withhold his assistance.  The theft of his files, not to mention being used by Ursula, would far outweigh Izzy’s theft of his own blood back.  Dr. Sisaro was an arrogant man, and he would not forget this slight, but he was also practical, and his grudge would wait.

Besides, he’d let his files on Anna be stolen.  There was no way Izzy could trust him with his blood after that.



***9 years ago***

“When we get in there, let me do all the talking.  In fact, just don’t speak at all,” Callie said as she pulled up in front of the bizarre looking Victorian style mansion.  She laid on the horn before getting out.

“So who is this guy?” Siren asked as Callie helped her get Pegasus out of the bed of the truck, supporting her between them.  Peg had passed out, her head hanging down limply, occasionally moaning in her sleep as she was carried to the large granite doors that looked out of place in the front of the old building.

“Doctor Jeremiah Sisaro.  He’s a super genius, and he’s got an ego to match.  He helps us out from time to time, but usually for a price.”

“A price?”

“Shut up,” Callie hissed.  A second later, the door swung open.  

“Well what have we here?” Dr. Sisaro asked.  He was tall, thin, and Siren noticed that his eyes didn’t match; one was blue and the other brown.  The colors weren’t all that didn’t match up, the iris and pupil of the brown eye significantly larger, and the faint scarring around that eye led her to believe that is wasn’t originally his.

“She needs your help.  Her wings are broken,” Callie said.

“Well La Trogón, who am I to say no to helping out my friends at the Legendary Consortium.”  He opened the door wide, ushering them inside.  “And who might you be?  I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure,” he said to Siren.

“She’s none of your business,” Callie said.

“That’s rather rude for someone asking for my help.”

Callie pulled out her gun, pointing it at him.  “I’m in no mood, and I’m not asking.  Now, where are we putting her?”

“Temper temper.  Follow me.”  He lead them back through the house into what looked like a laboratory.  He showed them to a sterile looking room, and Siren and Callie laid Pegasus on the metal table on her stomach.

Dr. Sisaro shoved them out of the way, examining Pegasus’ wings.

“Would you be so-”

Callie handed him a syringe and a bottle of sedatives.

“Ah, yes, your wonderful ability to anticipate my needs.  You’d make an excellent lab assistant.”

“Just do what you have to to fix her.  And if you keep so much as a single feather…”

“Relax.  I figured out how her parents made her years ago.  Impressive really.  Any idiot can graft animal parts onto a person, but getting the brain to control wings and teach the human body to fly is a really impressive feat.  I can think of far more applicable uses for such advances, but for a circus sideshow, she’s more than adequate.”

“She’s not a sideshow.”

“Not anymore,” Dr. Sisaro responded.  “Regardless, I have no further need to study her.  You, on the other hand.  If I could see what those eyes of yours see.”

“Dream on.”

“I’d only need one,” he said, looking back at her, winking his brown eye.

Callie shuddered.  He turned his gaze on Siren.  “Or you.  You’re the one called Siren, no?”

Siren’s eyes went wide.

“Uncharacteristically quiet for someone whose powers stem from her voice.”

Siren looked to Callie.

“Just fix Peg’s wings,” she said.

“I will, I will.  It will take time, it seems a shame to waste such an opportunity to get to know the Legendary Consortium’s newest heroine.”

“Ignore him,” Callie told Siren.  “In fact, go check in on Tempest and the others.  They should be done with El Lobo.”

Siren nodded, stepping out of the room.  She pulled out her phone.  She looked around.  The hall was decorated with various diagrams of human anatomy.  She decided to keep going and went outside before she made the call.

She almost dialed Tempest before calling Izzy instead.  Rob was all right, but she imagined calling him and getting shit for interrupting them before the job was done.  He wasn’t a jerk about it, but she got the impression she was beneath him.  She recalled Callie telling her that she and the others were the most ‘blasé about killing.’  Callie could be a bit cold, but blasé about killing was never how Anna would have described her mentor.  She could definitely see it in Tempest and Lynx though.  And Izzy?  Well, Barrage was dangerous, but she never got that vibe from him either.

“How’s Peg?” Izzy answered his phone.

“I don’t know.  We got her to Dr. Sisaro.”

“She’ll be fine then,” Izzy replied.

“You sure?  That guy is super creepy.”

Izzy laughed.  “Just let Callie deal with him.  And don’t let yourself be caught alone with him.  Dude’s a monster, but he’s the best at what he does, if you can control him.  Callie’ll make sure he puts Peg back together.”

Anna smiled.  “Yeah, she’s with him and Peg now.  She wanted to know how things went.”

“We got El Lobo,” Izzy said.

“Got?” Anna asked hesitantly.

“He’s alive,” Izzy said.  “Lynx messed him up pretty bad, but he’ll live.  His remaining men are in police custody.”

“Alright.  That’s good to hear.”

“Anna, tell Callie her car’s in good hands.”  Siren could hear the engine revving through the phone.

“I’m sure she’ll be grateful,” Siren said with a laugh.

“Look, we gotta escort El Lobo back, but afterwards, I’ll come to help keep an eye on Peg until she’s better,” Izzy said.

“I’d like that.”

“Oh would you?” Izzy asked.

Siren laughed again.  “I’m not allowed to talk in front of Doctor Sisaro.  I don’t know how long it takes giant bird wings to heal, but I feel like it could be awhile.”

“Probably smart.  Listen, I gotta go, but I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“See you soon,” she said.



***present***

Struggling took energy she didn’t have.  After three or four electroshock therapy sessions, Anna had already lost track of how many times she’d been dragged from her padded call and strapped to the dreaded table and had electricity forced through her brain in an attempt to ‘fix’ her.

She lay on the padded floor, securely locked back in her straitjacket, her ankles locked together with padded leather cuffs, a wet diaper around her waist.

She heard the door unlock, and she looked up, wondering if this visit was another force feeding complete with a regiment of mind altering drugs, or another trip to see Nurse Delamonte for more electroshock therapy.

As her eyes adjusted to the light, she realized she must be hallucinating.  She began struggling against her restraints, screaming into her stifling muzzle.

The silhouette that came into focus wasn’t the orderlies, or even Nurse Delamonte.

“Hello Ariel,” Ursula said from the doorway.

Anna wormed about on the floor, grunting into her gag.

“I see they’ve been taking good care of you,” Ursual said.  She was wearing a short black dress, with a leather satchel over her shoulder.  She strode into the tiny cell, rolling Anna onto her back, looking down at her.  

Anna’s eyes were filed with rage as she fought desperately to break the straitjacket’s hold how her, her legs flopping about as she tried in vain to kick at the woman who had put her in this hell.

“I’m glad you still have this much fight in you.  I’d worried that Nurse Delamonte had broken you already.  This is going to be much more fun.”

Anna was helpless to resist her as Ursula dragged her out of her cell and put her into a waiting wheelchair.  She was strapped in, and Ursula started pushing her down the hall.

“Nurse Delamonte says you have two hours for visitation.  She thinks it might be good for you.”

Anna shook her head, mumbling in protest behind her tight gag as Ursula pushed her into a room she hadn’t been in before.  Ursula shut and locked the door behind them, turning on the light, revealing the padded table, complete with metal stirrups and straps to hold a helpless victim down.

Even without the aid of sedatives or tranquilizers, or big muscular orderlies, Ursula had no problems getting her out of her straitjacket and up onto the table, strapping her down.  

“Nurse Delamonte’s told me they’ve been keeping you gagged pretty much constantly, which means you probably haven’t noticed your power’s starting to come back,” Ursula explained.

Anna’s eyes widened.  She was rarely ungagged except when she was fed and occasionally during her electroshock therapy.  Even then, she’d long since given up trying to command her captors to do anything, only managing to get off a desperate no or please before she was gagged again.

Ursula opened the satchel she was carrying, puling out the strange black orb that had robbed Anna of her voice and the blood soaked cloth that had held the strange gag in place.

The device filled Anna with an unnatural dread, a cold filling her that wasn’t attributed to the fact that she was nearly naked.  She shivered in fear, not even noticing the warmth spreading around her crotch as she wet her diaper involuntarily.

“Glad I left that for last,” Ursula said, patting her soggy diaper.  “Last time I was all business.  But now that I know that it works, I can be a little more, personal, with you while I rob you of your voice.”

Anna shook her head, screaming anew into her gag as Ursula untaped her sodden diaper and tossed it in the trashcan.  Her captor stroked her pussy, tracing the still wet folds with her black painted fingernails.

“You have no idea what you’ve been missing,” Ursula said as she reached under the table, spreading Anna’s legs wider in the stirrups.  “The things I’ve been able to do with your power.  The control, the power, the ability to command anyone to do anything.  And to think you squandered that power playing with deaf children and telling petty criminals to turn themselves in to the police.  You didn’t appreciate the gift you had.  The power behind your lips.  And now you have no power,” she purred as her fingers traced up Anna’s stomach, soft from her time in captivity.

“I’m going to bring this world to its knees.  But I couldn’t have done that without you.  For that, I owe you a proper thank you.”

Anna tried desperately to clench her thighs together as Urula’s head dropped down between her legs.  Her thumb grazed Anna’s puckered asshole while her tongue snaked out and lapped at the helpless girl’s mound, licking through the acrid taste of urine and fear to the sweeter nectar inside.

Anna looked up at the ceiling, unable to watch this fresh violation.  She prayed for rescue, for another hallucination to tell her to be strong, for anything that would spare her.

She cried out into her strong gag as Ursula’s tongue dove inside her.  It darted in and out, teasing her, before she moved up and found her clit, sucking and nibbling on it, while one of her hands began to play with her, her thin fingers tracing along her labia.

Not that she’d had any cause to be horny during her captivity after the first day when the tight strap of the straitjackets had rubbed against her bare pussy, but the drugs she’d been forced to take had killed her sex drive along with most of her other drives.

That didn’t stop Ursula from trying, putting her fingers into her mouth to lubricate them before plunging first one finger, then a second and third into Anna’s dry vagina.

Ursula had quickly become accustomed to getting what she wanted with Siren’s power, and this was no different.  Her persistence eventually paid off as she played with Anna’s lower body with her skilled mouth and fingers.  The captive heroine’s clit swelled and her labia engorged as her body finally responded to the unwanted attention, breaking down the lethargic effects of the drugs as well as Anna’s own mental defenses as the woman who had ruined her life brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

Ursula stopped just as she brought Anna to the brink.  Anna looked down at her tormenter, panting through her nose.

“Not yet, little Ariel.  You’ll get what you want just as soon as I get what I want.”

Anna’s eyes widened as Ursula once more picked up the device that had stolen her power.  She had momentarily forgotten about the gag that robbed her voice of its unique power in the heat of the moment, and she wailed again into her gag, thrashing her head back and forth.

Ursula tried to grab her by the hair to hold her still, but her recently shaved hair was still far to short for the Sea Witch to grab anything.  She settled for grabbing her forehead, squeezing hard, her thumb and ring finger digging into the tender spots where the electroshock nodes had been hooked up.  Anna screamed in fresh agony as Ursula’s nails dug into flesh, and she stopped thrashing.  

Ursula turned her head to the side and unstrapped Anna’s panel gag.  Anna braced herself to command her to stop as soon as the gag was removed.  If Ursula intended to steal her power again, surely she had it back.  

Her plans were dashed as Ursula’s strong fingers dug deeper into Anna’s skull, drawing blood.  All she could do was scream as the plug of her gag was pulled from her mouth, and immediately the foul tasting black sphere was pushed into her open mouth.

Once again her senses were violated by the horrible thing in her mouth.  There was nothing in her stomach to vomit, but she dry heaved anyways, praying the force of her hacking and gagging would force the vile object from her mouth, but Ursula skillfully tied the damp crimson cloth over Anna’s mouth, and her nostrils were once again assaulted by the coppery smell of blood.

“That’s right Ariel.  Scream for me.”

Invisible runes began to glow across Ursula’s arms.  She stepped back and pulled her black dress over her head, and shimmied out of her black thong, revealing more faintly glowing runes across her entire body.

She stepped back between Anna’s legs.  Anna’s vow to keep silent was quickly shattered as Ursula’s tongue found her clit, reigniting the smoldering flames of lust in her loins so recently doused by the horrific gag now pulsing in her mouth.

She fought against her bonds, her chafed wrists, elbows, ankles and knees, starting to bleed as she rubbed through the skin against the unyielding leather straps in a desperate attempt to break her bonds.

Anna screamed into the horrid gag as Ursula slid her fingers back inside her, rubbing her digits in and out, lubricating them on Anna’s juices before she pressed her middle finger into Anna’s ass, causing her to scream even louder.

Ursula used both hands and her mouth to play her captive like an instrument.  The unwanted pleasure waged war on the defeated heroine’s psyche, clashing with her revulsion and her rage.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGG!!!” she screamed in a world shattering orgasm.

The runes across Ursula’s naked body glowed with a brilliant, blinding light, before fading, disappearing back into her smooth porcelain skin.

“Ah, yes!” Ursula cried.  “That’s the stuff.”

Still naked, she untied the blood soaked cloth over Anna’s mouth and pried the swollen, pulsating black orb from her mouth.

“Wh- why?” Anna managed to ask as Ursula put the gag back into her satchel.

“Because I want to,” Ursula said.  “I don’t expect you to understand.  You’ve had the ability to have anything you wanted your entire life, but you’ve squandered it.  But this, this is what having it all looks like.”  She gestured to Anna, still naked and strapped to a table, her own cum still dripping from between her legs.  “And, you’re what happens to people that stand in my way.”

“You won’t get away with this,” Anna said.

Ursula laughed.  “Everyone who’s ever lost says that.  But who’s going to stop me?  Certainly not you.  And those jokes in the LC?  They’re still running in circles thinking you’ve gone off the rails.”  She unstrapped Anna’s arms, the girl putting up very little resistance as she was forced back into her straitjacket.

Anna wanted to argue, to insist that Ursula was wrong.  She wanted to threaten her, to tell her that she’d stop her, that she’d kill her for this, but the very idea seemed hollow as Ursula tugged the crotch strap of her straitjacket painfully tight over her still very sensitive pussy.  Ursula had neglected to put her back in a diaper, and she almost wished she had put her once again in the humiliating garment if it spared her the rough strap’s constant assault.

“The fact is, my little Ariel, I have the perfect hand.  I have your power, I have anonymity, and soon I’ll be so powerful no one will be able to stop me.”  She released Anna’s legs from the stirrups and put the padded cuffs back around her ankles and secured them together.  She pulled Anna off the table and dropped her to her knees on the floor in front of her.

Anna glared up at her.

“Now I know I said I was going to give you what you wanted as soon as I got what I wanted, and we made that trade.  But your visitation time isn’t over yet, and, what can I say?  I’m a greedy cunt.”  She spread her legs invitingly, revealing her glistening snatch.  She grabbed Anna’s head and pulled her face forward.