“Ughhh.” Pyrogirl groaned as she slowly regained her senses.

“Subject regaining consciousness.” She heard an emotionless robotic voice somewhere to her left, causing her to jerk up in surprise.

Or she would have if she had the ability to do so. Instead her arms and legs strained against the contraption holding her prisoner, and she realized very quickly that this metal frame did a very good job of keeping a girl completely helpless. Thick metal cuffs were locked around her wrists and biceps, keeping her arms slightly bent behind her back. Another set of shackles around her ankles bent her legs behind her to the point that she could feel her booted ankles with her hands. The leg cuffs were attached to the main pole of the frame, and on the other end was a metal collar that encircled her neck forcing her head up. The last part of the frame wrapped around her midsection, compressing her waist with how tight the unrelenting metal was against her skin.

Then of course, a captured superheroine wasn’t complete without a gag, and it was quite a gag indeed. Pyrogirl found herself choking on a rubber phallus that had been forced deep into her mouth, causing her to retch a bit as she contained her gag reflex. The rubber penis was attached to a large panel that covered the bottom portion of her face and was attached to a web of straps that wrapped all around her head, trapping her dark hair under the unrelenting leather straps. For good measure, there seemed to be a second metal collar around her neck. She had no doubt it was some sort of power nullifying collar as she had already tried to melt the frame keeping her prisoner, but stripped of her power corset and catsuit she was already helpless before that blasted collar had even been attached to her neck.

Suddenly reminded of her lack of clothing, she glanced down at her body. Left in just her long white gloves, knee high boots, and mask, she turned red as she saw her generous breasts on full display as she hung above the ground. Pyrogirl felt like a piece of luggage, and that thought process was further enhanced as she saw the metallic leg beside her and realized one of the humanoid robots was carrying her in the frame like a briefcase. “Lrrrrt mrrr gmmmmm!” She growled into the gag and strained once again at the metal prison before a soft moaning caused her to turn her head.

To her right, struggling against another metal contraption held by a second robot was her fellow heroine Nightstreak. She too had been stripped out of her black leotard, leaving her in just her black thigh high boots, opera length gloves, and mask that covered the upper part of her head. She was also heavily gagged and Pyrogirl could see the blue lights on the metal collar around her neck as it went to work nullifying her friend’s shadow powers and preventing her escape from the metal prison. Nightstreak’s lithe and toned body was on full display to all those present as she strained against her prison, but the device kept her rigidly in place.

Pyrogirl had never been so helpless. Well, except maybe for that one time she had fallen into the clutches of the Trapper, or when she had been taken prisoner by the super hunter DeathStalker. But those were stories for another time, now she had to think about how she had gotten into this situation to begin with.

They had been on a routine patrol, the two friends doing their normal route through the city with some variation in case the criminal element had been tracking their movements and working around them. The two heroines had just happened to hear a cry for help and dashed through a back alley to see two men cornering a blonde college student. After quickly dispatching the men and talking with the girl to calm her down, Nightstreak had sensed something and suddenly three robots had descended from the roof in a surprise attack on the girls.

The thought that this had all been a trap did cross Pyrogirl’s mind for a moment, but she had no time to think further as the bots closed in to attack. They were humanoid, female shaped really. Made of black and red metal with long artificial hair that was manipulated like a whip, which Pyrogirl found out when one had grabbed her around the wrist with it and slammed her into a dumpster. With her focus primarily being on protecting the blonde girl behind her, she used her fireball powers to push the bots back while Nightstreak slipped in and out of the shadows around the bots.

Unfortunately for both heroines, their abilities seemed to have little effect on the bots and eventually they decided to end the fight. Pyrogirl had been caught by surprise when one of the bot’s arms turned into a cannon-like device and launched a small blue object that had latched onto her shoulder. The device then discharged electricity throughout her body like a taser multiplied by several levels, locking up all her muscles and dropping the heroine to the ground. She was barely aware of the girl behind her crying, Nightstreak screaming her name before a robot’s fist had closed around her throat between jumps and slammed her into the ground. Writhing under the bot’s considerable weight, Nightstreak was unable to dodge as the robot’s mouth opened and knockout gas poured out into her face, quickly rendering her unconscious. The knockout gas process was repeated on the cowering college student, and then Pyrogirl and that was the last thing she remembered.

Suddenly remembering the blonde girl, Pyrogirl craned her neck and saw she was still unconscious on the ground with one of the bots standing over her. “Querying base.” It said in the metallic voice that they all seemed to have.

The robots stood motionless before it seemed like they received an answer. “Additional order, secure and retrieve the girl.”

“NMMMM!” Both heroines screamed in outrage as the third robot unfolded another metal contraption, the frame clicking as it snapped into its expanded form.

They could only watch helplessly as blades stripped the girl of her denim jacket, top, and pants, leaving her in just her brown knee boots, and then she was locked into the frame. Her arms were pulled behind her and locked with the cuffs at the wrists and biceps, then the collar closed around her neck keeping her unconscious form upright. Her naked waist was next, locked into the large metal enclosure and then her booted ankles folded back and shackled to the end of the pole. The third bot popped a gag like the ones the heroines were wearing out of a stomach cavity and then pushed the phallus into the unresisting mouth of the girl before the web of straps locked it in place. With the girl fully secured, the bot stood, picking up the helpless college girl like she weighed nothing.

Pyrogirl screamed in outrage again. She was just an innocent civilian, not a super! If these bots were targeting the heroines and behind the other disappearances she had heard during the week, she had nothing to do with it!

Unfortunately for both Pyrogirl and Nightstreak, their opinions held no value anymore. Not that they could voice them anyways. Satisfied with their prisoners, the bots gathered together. “Targets acquired. Returning to base.”

Jets activated in the soles of their feet and the three robots lifted off, carrying the helplessly packed girls as they headed west over the city. As the wind whipped through her hair, Pyrogirl thought about how she’d always wished she could fly like some of her fellow heroines, but this was definitely not how she had wanted to experience it for the first time as the robots continued on.