In a small little cottage that was disguised to look abandoned on the outside, hands worked furiously causing the large number of bracelets surrounding the wrist to jingle. “At last.” A husky voice whispered in triumph. “It is complete.”

As the dark skinned woman known as the Witch Queen rose from her workbench, she stared down at the doll that was her greatest piece of work. It was a doll of the superheroine Pyrogirl, clad in her red catsuit, white boots and gloves, and that damned corset that fueled her fire powers. The last step had been a bit of Pyrogirl’s hair, obtained at a cost from another villain who had recently captured her, which was now sewn into the voodoo doll. Now, Witch Queen was free to manipulate the doll and with her powers, it would extend to the real Pyrogirl. The villainess quickly went to a nearby shelf to obtain materials needed for her first experiment. Save for that captive superhero currently chained in her basement, no one was around to see Witch Queen in her full glory in her trademark bone necklace, ripped long coat, black underbust corset and thigh high boots that covered her body in black leather. Returning to her workbench, she started with some rubberized tape. Fireproof, it was perfect for the first step of wrapping up the hands of the doll and sealing the hands tightly into balls of tape. Witch Queen once again cackled as she finished with the tape and reached for the next item. 

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On the other side of the city, Pyrogirl was currently engaged in a fight with The Mother and Daughter alongside Nightstreak. Whether they were actually blood related, no one really knew but rumour has it that they had been kidnapped and enslaved some time ago and experimented on. And as those stories usually go, they develop some form of power and kill those who held them prisoner before escaping. However those who escape usually don’t become a team of supervillains seeking to collect and enslave superheroines for failing to save them all those years ago and were rather successful at it. More than once Pyrogirl and Nighstreak had been needed to break their friends out of cages and hidden storerooms where the Mother and Daughter had captured them and set them up to be sold on the black market, and now it seemed like they were targeting the rescuers. 

Clad in sleek black catsuits, with flat thigh high boots, long gloves, utility belts, and masks, their matching black hair made them seem near identical except for the Daughter’s smaller stature. Having ambushed the two heroines while they were checking out a lead on a warehouse near the docks, Nightstreak had successfully avoided the net that was fired at the pair by melting into the shadows. Pyrogirl unfortunately had taken the attack head-on and needed a minute to burn her way out of the net before joining Nighstreak in countering the super powered family. 

And then out of nowhere, her hands were bound into tight balls by black rubber tape, fireproof from the looks of it. Her fire attack cut off abruptly as she stared at her hands that were now taped into tight fists. “What the fuck?” 

The sudden loss of her fire powers gave an opening and a boot slammed into her stomach, launching Pyrogirl into the wall. “Ughh.” She groaned as she hit the cement wall, trying to get back onto her feet. 

The lack of hands was going to quickly become an issue, not just because of the loss of her powers but she was just not able to grasp anything either. Pyrogirl assumed a fighting pose in front of the Mother, which looked a little ridiculous with her hands coated in black tape, before her arms were wrenched behind her back by some invisible force. Even the Mother seemed baffled as Pyrogirl’s wrists were wrapped in brown rope and tightly cinched off, binding her arms. “Night!” She shouted as she backed away from the Mother, struggling against the ropes that had magically appeared out of thin air. “I’ve got a problem!” 

Unfortunately Nightstreak was not in much of a position to help, as she was slowly being overpowered by the Daughter. “How convenient.” The Mother hissed as she approached Pyrogirl, practically looming over her. “I guess I have to thank someone out there for this.” 

Pyrogirl’s retreat was then halted as ropes appeared around her white boots, looping under the arches and around the ankles and causing Pyrogirl to fall backwards onto her butt as she suddenly was unable to separate her legs. “Hey stop this! Get this off of me!” 

The Mother surged forward and pinned her to the floor, grasping her chin in a leather gloved hand. “Now why would I do that my pretty? You look delicious in those ropes, and will look even better in one of my cages.” 

Pyrogirl glared at the demented dominatrix, struggling underneath her when invisible forces acted again, pulling her out of the Mother’s grasp and flipping her onto her stomach. Her legs were pulled up to her wrists and secured into a tight hogtie, her taped hands now stuck touching her boots as she wriggled on the ground, unable to do much except yell expletives. Satisfied that Pyrogirl was now helpless, the Mother departed to help her daughter with Nightstreak. Faced with two super powered villainesses and outnumbered, Pyrogirl could only watch helplessly as Nightstreak was soon overpowered and a power dampening collar sealed around her neck to prevent her from melting into shadows. 

As she screamed at the villainesses to let her friend go, dignity be damned as she pleaded, the magic bindings went to work again and that same rubberized black tape wrapped a half a dozen times around her head sealing her lips and muffling her cries. All three women had turned to watch the spectacle as Pyrogirl was gagged by some invisible force. “What happened to her?” The Daughter asked, “That isn’t your rope.” 

The Mother shook her head. “Someone else is on our side tonight, daughter. We’ll deal with her after, deal with our Asian imitator first.” 

Nightstreak, now chewing on a black rubber ballgag, voiced her displeasure at being compared to the two super huntresses just because of the similarity in their outfits. She was ignored though, as the Mother and Daughter reached into pouches on their belts and withdrew various restraints that were then locked onto Nightstreak. Cuffs at the wrists, elbows, and ankles were added, along with straps above and below her breasts and her knees. Gloved hands were restrained with zipties around each pair of fingers and trapping her hands and one more set of cuffs pulled the hurting superheroine into a tight hogtie.

The Mother walked back over to Pyrogirl, who also now sported rope around her elbows and knees, and dragged her over to her friend. She let out muffled protests as her costume was dirtied being dragged along the ground but she had much bigger concerns as she watched the Daughter roll in a suitcase from outside of the warehouse. “Well Mother, what uniform do you think would look good on them? ” 

Both bound and gagged heroines rolled over to see the Daughter pulling costumes out of the unzipped case. “Flight attendant uniform? Maid uniform? I like that one, I bet Miss Fiery would be a great bound and gagged slave maid.” 

The Mother joined her daughter as they pulled more uniforms out of the case. A nurse uniform, white navy uniform, Hooters girl outfit, and police uniform also were pulled out of the case. “So many options.” The Daughter mused. “But we have our very own dress up dolls now, why not try them all?” 

The two captive superheroines exchanged a glance and gulped behind their gags as the two dominatrixes advanced on them with evil glints in their eyes. Whatever happened next, it was not going to end well. 

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Inside the cottage, the Witch Queen cackled. “I hope you’re enjoying this Pyrogirl.” She laughed as she looked at the tied up doll on her workbench. “I wonder what you were doing up until now, my doll. I hope whatever it is, you’ll be in my grasp soon enough.”