Horizon city bank.
Also known as the most common target for criminals of all stripes, super or otherwise. The rate of attack was so frequent that several of the city’s most well known heroes had found themselves as both customers and protectors of this den of wealth and commerce. With the attempts at grand larceny and other violent crimes being well documented to the point of being expected, there is little chance of any villainous element actually managing to escape with more than mere lunch money and, if they’re lucky, rent. One had only to push a single button and summon many of the most powerful vigilantes around.

Which is why there was a t-rex with a laser cannon on its head laid out over the street.
“And that’s how I saved the city!” Rubbernecker shouted to the cameras, fist raised in triump. “Go me!”
“Us. I was here the entire time.” Stormwave sighed as she moved a hand to rub between her eyes. A migraine was brewing after only an hour or so of dealing with this overly eager new girl. Why was she always the one stuck babysitting the unknown nobodies? “Also, I saved the bank. You know, the bomb?”

“Didn’t I disarm that?” the giraffe hero tapped her chin with a finger, thoughtful. Surely her memories of heroically throwing the bomb into the air were accurate, right? She was the best hero. “I thought I-”
“No, you didn’t. I know what you’re saying. I turned it off and you threw it in the river. It was already off.”
“What about the laser-rex?”
“That was you.”
“See!” Rubbernecker turned to the camera again, resuming her heroic pose. She even stretched out her arm a bit and literally puffed out her chest. That might look a little sexual if it was anybody but, for her, it was just goofy. “And that is how I saved the city! With Stormwave!”

“Fascinating!” the very patient reporter held up her microphone still, the cord plugged in to nothing. It was a miracle neither of the heroes picked up on such a simple deception. “And so that’s how our beloved heroes saved the bank for the twelfth time this month. With teamwork?”
“Of course!” Rubbernecker once more cut off the otherwise chattier fox. Though Stormwave was the star of her own streams, she wasn’t the most talkative when it came to the media. “We’re the best sort of team. I mean, who can be better than lightning and rubber?”

“We legitimately don’t work-”
“Of course, you know that teamwork is important.” Nina Newsworthy started to talk once more, speaking a bit faster than before. “It’s so difficult to find somebody who can just do what you need, isn’t it? I mean, isn’t it hard to get past the ego, the thoughts of yourself? Some people need to learn to just turn that off that bit of themselves. But you two looked like you were so in sync.”
“Were we?” Amy thought again, tilting her head to one side.

She knew that they’d been a bit in each other’s ways, of course. Often tripping each other up, getting in the way. Sometimes their incredibly different personalities left them arguing about tactics to take. Stormwave was much more the one up in people’s faces where Amy was trying to be creative. Their playful attitudes were in complete disharmony, one being purely silly and the other combative. It would look like a miracle they’d stopped both threats!
And yet, in the back of her mind, Amy felt that they really had been a great team. The banter was just Stormy playing with her, surely!

“ I’m more of a Backstreet fa-”
“Oh, you were the best! Why, I’ve never seen two people who were so ready to act as one. Their minds, their bodies, even their spirits moving in accordance to one another.” Nina gave a little wave as her enthralled cameraman moved behind the girls. Her arms lifted to push at their backs, walking the distracted duo out of the limelight and towards one of her many ‘studios’ around town. One was conveniently nearby, just past the ignored news van. “You seemed so focused, so closed out from the rest of the world. Just you two and the enemy.”
“Yeah.” Rubbernecker seemed distracted as she walked down the road, eyes focused on nothing except the middle distance. Her feet moved without conscious thought, merely drawn by strings of Nina’s words. “It was like we were just… in the zone.”

“I don’t… think-?” Stormwave asked, still incapable of finishing a sentence. That was a new feeling as it was normally her role to be interrupting.
“That’s right!” Nina continued their walk as the camera guy opened a door. With her hands busy, she needed a worker to do things for her. “you didn’t think. Or do anything else. You just let yourselves act. Run, punch, fight, listen. Listening is super important for you.”

That should have raised alarm bells but the duo were finding it harder and harder to actually get a thought out. Much like the distraught vixen’s inability to finish a sentence, their ideas were popping in between Nina’s words. Whatever attempts to get free they might have managed were quickly quelled by the erstwhile reporter, pushed down into the depths of their minds. Free will was a concept that clashed with the ideas of what she said, one that seemed utterly at odds with this inherent cooperation. It might be a style of thought Stormwave found wrong and unthinkable, yes, but it was growing on her.

“But heroes need to… think…” Amy was having trouble changing register above a dull monotone. Emotions and thoughts were hard now. “Right?”
“Oh?” Nina rubbed the back of the giraffe’s head, teasing the base of her little nub horns. Was she getting too emotionless? That simply wouldn’t do. “Well, you do think. When you’re told to. When your partner says to, think what they say. Or what someone even more important wants in your silly little head. Only one person should do that for you goofy heroes.”
“I…” Stormwave tried to talk but now found herself at a loss for words. Sentences, paragraphs, sounds, all of those were just getting so hard to call forth. Why think of anything else, be anything more, when she couldn’t imagine what was at the end of this long hallway? It was getting blurry, even time falling away as she listened to Nina.

“Who’s that?” Amy managed to ask, still lacking affectation. No need to be exciteable. She wasn’t told to be, not yet.
“Me!” Nina giggled as a door opened, turning her newly captivated trophies around so she could see the brightly lit room. Chairs, costumes, pilfered goods, all of it was arrayed in a semi-ordered mess. “Your new owner!”
The two should have been upset to see the signs of obvious crimes. Worse, they would have been utterly pissed had they been declared property for someone they met about half an hour ago. Hands would have been thrown, arrests made, more congratulations. Stormwave’s stream would have doubled in population by the time they were done beating up this fraudulent news huckster. Superheroes were not known for being the most submissive nor tractable people, save DuraBelle, so this declaration would have been against everything they stood for.

But now?
“That sounds right.” both girls said in turn, their voices flat and mindless.
“Good girls. Good Trickslaves.” Nina released the girls as she walked through the room, form quickly shedding its reporter guise to reveal the villainous Domina Tricks. The disguise was little more than a suit and some glasses yet it seemed to work every time. “Let’s get you in uniform…”

Of course, by the time she turned around to look at the two, Rubbernecker had already transitioned her outfit to a new look. One a bit skimpier and less colorful. Grey and black, a swirl over the chest. Boots. All the things villains seemed to love their minions wearing when committing crimes. Her eye had automatically picked up on the design as soon as they walked past the first of the outfits, knowing that’s what her new Owner would want.
Owner, that was a fun word. It fit. Just like the locked and sealed bulge between her legs. Why did she do that? Weird.

“Well, let’s get one of you dressed up… we have an attitude to adjust.”
“So, girls, you ready to go and rob that bank for me? And succeed, this time?” Domina asked loudly as she walked before her two Trickslaves, eyes glancing at them.
“Yes, Mistress!” Trickslaves Rubber and Spark said loudly, their voices a high pitched, eager tone.

Stormwave and Rubbernecker had found themselves transformed, their attitudes utterly adjusted into smiling obedience. Everything was just perfect the moment they got dressed. Peachy keen, the kids wouldn’t say. Unless they were super old but then they wouldn’t be kids. But they’d have that feeling of it, something almost innocent and utterly broken about their joyous exhaltation. They just loved being told what to do, how to do, and what to be. Their Owner would tell them everything! That was a fact that had replaced their personalities in their entirety.
“Good girls, get going.” Domina gave each slave a slap on the ass before watching them retreat down the hall.
It had been a great couple days.