[Brainwashing, Femdom, Sluttification]

“Oi, how long are you gonna keep me here? Like, damn. Ever think it’s too much?”

It was a warm summer day. Two women found themselves sweating it all away indoors, instead of spending their time out in the sun where the gentle breeze could keep ‘em cool. Why for, one might ask? Well, the several holes that had been punched in the walls as well as the chips in the floor would be a great answer to that question.

“Maybe if you stop trying to beat your way out of house arrest, I wouldn’t have to stay here and keep a watch on you.” The black-haired woman that was sitting in one of the living room chairs teasingly replied as she leaned back into the soft material.

Kayama Nemuri. Otherwise known as Midnight whenever she was working through her Hero duties. Unfortunately, this was part of those duties. Looking over and keeping track of a violent woman who had the gall to call herself a hero.

“Listen, you skintight bimbo!” The redheaded woman that was locked to the couch by a leash growled at her, threatening to rip out another cushion in frustration. “Maybe if YOU GUYS JUST LET ME FIGHT, THEN I’D BE LESS ITCHING FOR A FIGHT AND CAUSING TROUBLE!” She roared at the black-haired woman, gritting her teeth in pure frustration.

Ikari Akako, more commonly known as the Heroine Sukeban. A violent woman whose approach to heroism was as simple as her mind. She wanted to punch things, and she directed it at the people that needed to be punched. She didn’t even bother putting on anything more than a jacket on top of her old school uniform, the two of which came together to form the inspiration for her Hero Name.

“You’re doing it again, Akako.” Midnight winked as she grinned from ear to ear. Her furious way of acting wasn’t about to get through to her. As long as she kept on being angry, she’d keep on treating her like a mere animal. “Maybe I should put you in a harness, then you’d have even less of a chance of breaking your own home…

The redheaded woman scowled in response, while a gentle blush could be seen underneath the red shade on her face. “S-Shut it, or I’ll smash your face when you try to do it.” Her anger deflated little by little. It was no secret, at least to the ones that had previously handled the woman, that she had a certain taste for being dominated. In fact, the only reason she hadn’t gotten up from her couch ever since she was put on a leash, was because the idea of being dragged around by the bodysuited woman was too much for her to bear. So she sat still. Like a good girl should.

“You’d try, and you’d fail. Because you’d get a whiff of my smoke, and then you’d pass out with such a lovely look on your face. In fact, I might just help myself to those massive melons on your chest. Maybe give ‘em a bit of a squeeze, write a couple of demeaning things on them. As punishment for what you make me do.” The black-haired woman chimed, dragging out every word while lingering on the punishments themselves. Just because she knew it’d rile the other woman up…

Akako sat there, stewing in her own anger… and in her arousal. Every threat that she hung above her head made her nethers grow wetter and wetter, to the point where she was having trouble keeping any moans inside. She cursed her inner need to be punished or bullied like this. She cursed the woman doing it, and she especially cursed the fact that she couldn’t control her anger. Even if it would end up ‘good’ for her…

“Hah. The look on your face is priceless, Akako. How come you don’t end up captured as often, when you’re this vulnerable to teasing?” Midnight smirked as she got out of her chair, reaching over to cup the other woman’s chin as she forced her to look into her eyes. “Unless you’re about to tell me that you’ve been collared and leashed by another hottie. Then I just might have competition, and I’d hate to hear that…”

The redheaded woman tried to avoid looking into those eager eyes, trying her best to avoid moaning, as her mind spun and spun. She had to find a way to change the subject, anything… Oh. Yes, that’d do.

“Y-You’re… One to talk…” She gasped, spacing out her words to avoid letting out even a single cry of pleasure. “You’re the one who’s been gone all day sometimes. I’ve heard rumors around U.A, you’re…”

This made Midnight blink a little. What did she mean? Last she remembered, she had just been teaching like always. What was this about not being at school? “What are you babbling about, pup? Are you trying to tell me lies? Trying to weave your way out of your punishment? I’m sure you’ve been skipping work more than I apparently skipped school. So tell me. What’s the deal?”

Akako couldn’t tell her. She was too busy being aroused by the way that she was being held, or the way that the black-haired woman inched closer to her face, her eyes reflecting that dangerous look in her fellow heroine’s expression. So if she didn’t know… What was she implying?

The black-haired heroine let go of the redhead’s chin as she backed away, sighing. “Don’t scare me like that. If I was really skipping out on duties, then I’d have to endure a bunch of scolding from the principal. And believe me, once he gets going, he doesn’t let up.” She bemoaned her duties as a teacher, knowing that they could land her in hot water…

Right up until she heard a bell echoing through her ears. “...Hey? What was that sound?” The redhead asked, her body winding down from the teasing, but the black-haired heroine didn’t answer. She just looked down at her phone, noticing a single message that had been sent to her.

“Time for Class, Good Girls.”

Nemuri smiled as she pocketed her phone, turning towards her redheaded friend for a second. “I’ll be riiiight back. Just sit tight.” She chimed, hiding the subtle glow that had appeared in her eyes. Just like a Good Girl would have.

Akako shrugged her shoulders. Maybe she was hearing things. She knew that she’d be better off just listening to what the heroine had told her to do than to struggle and fight back against it. Because then she’d tug her leash, and she’d just get turned on again. She hated not doing anything, but she had to use her brain for once.

Of course, this was the one time where she probably should’ve fought back. Especially since the black-haired woman pulled a couple of candles out from her drawers, lighting them as she clicked a button to lower the blinds. Just to set the mood. As a Good Girl should.

The redheaded woman shivered all over as she heard the door to the living room close. What was that bitch doing again? First she turned off the lights, and now she was feeling… even hotter than when she was busy trying to dominate her. Didn’t she know that there was something called respect? You don’t just leave a partner hanging when you’ve turned them on. She should come back in here and help finish her off or something…

Maybe she should just reach down and play with herself right then and there. Then she could get punished and maybe she’d even get to cum a little from the scolding. Yeah, that sounded… T-Terrible, no! She shouldn’t do something like that, not while she had a guest. Even if she hated the guts of that guest!

“Sorry about that, had to do a little something. Holding up alright, Akako?” Nemuri chimed as she opened the door once more, closing it behind her as she moved around in the darkness. The only lightsource happened to be those scented candles that she had lit earlier, the same ones that were making it harder and harder for the redhead to stay calm.

Akako gasped a little as she heard the other woman step up behind her, all while her body continued to get warmer and warmer. Not because of how hot it was outside and how the lack of light meant that all of it was insulating the inside of the room… But because of the aphrodisiac in the air. Something that she hadn’t noticed, and wouldn’t notice even if she tried her hardest. She would just have to breathe in and out, breathe in and out…

“Aw, that’s good. You’re well on your way…” The black-haired woman smoothly whispered into her subdued friend’s ear. She could see the arousal and how it was melting away at her usual anger. “You know, it’s getting kinda hot in here. I hope you don’t mind, but I had to change into my uniform…”

A waft of gas slowly covered her face, courtesy of her friend’s barely covered body. Thanks to the combination of the aphrodisiac candles, the warmth, her preexisting arousal at being dominated, and this new dose of her friend’s quirk, and it was getting incredibly hard to think straight. In fact, she could pass out at any moment and end up at anybody’s mercy if she were to leave her right here…

But that wouldn’t do. Oh no. Nemuri was a Good Girl. And she needed to spread the good word. That’s why she had changed into a light blouse that barely kept her belly covered, as well as a dangerously tiny skirt that showed off everything she ever needed to. She didn’t even wear panties, as that was against the rules for Good Girls like her. That’s what she had learned when she was staying at Bright Minds’ Academy. And she had learned one other thing.

When the bell struck outside of school time, it was time to recruit. And she had a good looking girl in front of her that could make a great student, as long as she heard the Headmistress’ voice…

The black-haired woman smiled as she pulled a pair of earphones out from behind her back, nice and fluffy around the earpieces to ensure maximum comfort. She just slipped those straight onto her friend’s ears, and reached for the phone she had stuck into her cleavage. She just had to play the file she always listened to at night, and then Akako would be a classmate in no time.

Akako’s eyes were still rather empty as she felt the earphones being put on her, so she didn’t quite react. Her mind was too busy trying to make her body move, a futile effort. Instead, that focus made her ears all the more vulnerable to the mantra that came out of both earpieces, ready to mesmerize her…

“You are a Good Girl for your Headmistress. Good Girls are obedient. Good Girls are eager sluts. You are an eager slut. You love being a good, eager slut for Headmistress. Good, eager sluts play with themselves. In. Out. Repeat.”

The words sounded utterly absurd to anybody rationally minded, but to somebody that was currently horrendously aroused and on the verge of passing out, like the redhead herself, they sounded perfectly sensible. So much so that she began to repeat them, just as the mantra told her to.

“I am a Good Girl for my Headmistress. Good Girls are obedient. Good Girls are eager sluts. I am an eager slut. I love being a good, eager slut for Headmistress. Good, eager sluts play with themselves. In. Out.”

As Akako repeated the words told to her, her body acted on them. Her fingers slipped into her panties, and immediately started sinking in and out without much resistance. Her tone grew wavy as her arousal continued to heighten, all while her classmate watched with eager glee from above…

While masturbating herself. She could hear the mantra, and she was a Good Girl. Naturally, she had to play with herself just like Headmistress told her to. That soothing, wonderful voice telling her what to do… It was the best thing.

Both girls soon began to moan in unison, not a single thing holding them back. They were getting turned on in tandem, and the more they played with themselves, the closer they got to being Good Girls for Headmistress. Something that the phone detected, as it played another command both from its speakers and the earphones…

“Good Girls cum away their free will for Headmistress.”

Nemuri and Akako cried out then and there, juice squirting onto the floor as they felt it all just wash away. Any worry, anything as silly as being a hero… It all dribbled down their thighs, gathering as two separate puddles on the floor. Even though it wasn’t the best orgasm they ever had, it still left them awfully exhausted. No doubt thanks to the aphrodisiac still lingering in the air.

The mantra soon began to echo through their heads once more, and they began to masturbate with just as much vigor as they had been moments before. They didn’t get a moment to rest, which was a fundamental part of how the Headmistress reinforced the brainwashing of her students. They would cum again, and they would fall deeper, yet deeper. With each repetition, they would give over more and more of themselves to their new life. And when it all came to an end, they’d see a single message displayed on that ever-commanding phone…

“Come to my Office tomorrow for Orientation, Good Girls. From Mistress <3”

Of course they’d come. They were her Good Girls, after all.