"Good girl."
Just about the only thing Trinity hated more than the biting condescension in Radiance's tone was the way her words made her thighs clench together involuntarily. She could blame Pheramona's power for her arousal, of course - even now that the supervillain was barely conscious, her pheromones hung in the air, thick as fog - but after some of their recent experiences, both she and Radiance knew it was something deeper than that.
What Trinity hated most, though, was how hauntingly, devastatingly hot it was that she found the words so humiliating, as they bounced around in her head.
Good girl.
The last thing she wanted was to feel good about this - about standing over the senseless, kneeling body of her partner in crime, who she'd betrayed and tricked not once, but now twice. Trinity would admit to being a lot of things, including a lot of scummy and unflattering things, but she'd been determined never to be a traitor or a snitch. And then, of course, Radiance had taken that choice away from her.
Trinity looked down at Pheramona. It was a minor miracle that the unfortunate supervillain was still upright. Trinity had hit her with such a strong blast of shimmer that she was all but unconscious. Her eyes blazed purple with brilliant sparks, and saw nothing at all. And it wasn't over - Radiance's commands held Trinity there, one hand rested on Pheramona's temple, feeding her a steady trickle of her hypnotic energy. It was incredibly strange, seeing her look so blank and so submissive. It seemed wrong. Pheramona could be kind of a crazy bitch, sometimes, but she had her pride. Trinity still felt sorry for her.
"What's the matter?" Radiance sounded maddeningly smug, but underneath all that was a simmering anger. "You don't look very pleased."
No sharp, witty comeback rose to Trinity's lips. She was too tired and too horny, and she couldn't think. "Just... you've got your money," she said dully, nodding in the direction of the huge cargo cases full of stacked bills. "Are we done here?"
Radiance's lips curled. "I thought you'd want to enjoy your victory."
"Of course not," Trinity growled.
"Well, I do." There was a strange glint in Radiance's eyes; one that Trinity didn't like one bit. "Clearly, this is what I should have been doing to you all along! I think I'm starting to understand you, Trinity. You're reward-motivated. I guess I just needed to show you how rewarding it can be, to be on the side of good for a change. It's just like training a dog. You need to give her a few treats."
"W-what the fuck is wrong with you?" Trinity was shocked at how blatantly cruel Radiance sounded. Why was she being like this? Why, after all they had been through and talked about? But that shock didn't stop her words from burning right through her and making her cunt throb with need.
"I'm just calling it how I see it," Radiance replied. "Once you've got someone holding your leash properly, you're so effective! A little yappy, perhaps, but besides that, you make a wonderful hunting hound. Doesn't it feel good to do the right thing for a change? To be on the right side of the fight? To be a good girl?"
Trinity's head was spinning. She wasn't sure what this new game of Radiance's was, but she couldn't handle it. The effortless superiority on the superhero's face, the implacable authority in her tone, the twisted, condescending praise in her words - it was all driving her crazy. The way her own body was hearkening to Radiance's taunts was even more humiliating than being made to cum from being passed around in a dyke bar.
"You're crazy!" Trinity protested. "I'm a villain, remember?"
"But you don't have to be," Radiance shot back. "Maybe you just haven't been trained properly yet."
Trinity couldn't suppress a moan. "S-shut up."
"I can't tell you how cute it is that this is getting to you," Radiance laughed. "A bad girl with naughty little fantasies about turning good, huh?" Trinity was shaking her head furiously, but Radiance ignored her. "I suppose it makes sense. You want to be part of something bigger, don't you? Everyone does. Why not just keep following my lead, Trinity? I could use a decent sidekick."
The offer was far too ridiculous to be genuine, but knowing that didn't stop the series of images that unfolded in Trinity's head like a montage in a movie. Her, at Radiance's side. Her, wearing a hero costume, like the one she'd taken from Radiance. Her, doing good, and basking in the acclaim of the masses - and in Radiance's mocking praise.
All with the superhero's chain bound tight around her neck.
The shame Trinity felt at her own arousal burned within her chest like hot coals. What was happening to her? Why did she want this? She... she didn't, did she? It was so damn hard for her to think, with her head full of pheromones. Her desires were running wild, and chasing after whatever intoxicating little thread Radiance suggested to her.
"What's wrong?" Radiance mocked. "Need me to call you a good girl some more?"
Trinity squeezed her thighs together as tightly as she could, as a deep, wicked part of her mind savored the pleasure it brought her. It was getting harder and harder not to throw herself at Radiance's feet and start rubbing herself.
Fuck, even picturing herself doing that made her hot.
"N-no!" Trinity whined. "I'm not... go fuck yourself!"
Radiance just laughed at her. "Don't pretend you're not turned on," she scoffed. "I can smell it, Trinity."
That made Trinity blush even harder. Her cheeks were discovering hitherto unknown shades of red. "It's the pheromones!" she insisted, half-truthfully. "Can't you feel it too?"
She was desperate to talk about anything except her own body, and for once Radiance indulged her. The superhero shrugged. "Enhanced physiology," she replied. "Toxins, chemicals - I don't have to worry about stuff like that."
"Tch. Must be nice."
Radiance having even more bullshit superpowers up her sleeve didn't come as much of a surprise. She was, after all, famous for being perfect. That didn't mean Trinity had to stop being bitter about it, though. After another moment or two, though, her thoughts turned to how strangely Radiance was acting. What if she wasn't as immune as she thought? Pheramona's power was more than just some random toxin, after all. Trinity did her best to peer through the fog of her own arousal and inspect Radiance carefully. The hero was breathing hard, her nostrils flaring unusually every few seconds, and her pupils looked a little dilated.
"Radiance," Trinity said carefully. "I think you might not wanna be so-"
"Stop trying to change the subject," Radiance told her, smirking. "We were talking about you, remember? And how turned on you are, more specifically."
"I'm not!" Trinity snapped, but her own voice betrayed her. She sounded high-pitched and feminine, and desperately needy.
"Why even bother to lie about that?" Radiance seemed both amused and irked by Trinity's denials. "Don't you know what you look like? It's pathetic."
"Ngrhh." Pathetic. Why did that one word do so much to her? "Shut. Up."
Even the sound of Trinity's own voice was humiliating to her. It was so whiny; so weak. The way the smirk on Radiance's face danced showed she was just as aware of it. "And now you're repeating yourself," Radiance commented. "'Shut up'? Is that the best you have left in you? Where's that sharp tongue, Trinity? Surely you can do better than that. Than barking like a stupid puppy."
Trinity saw white for a moment. This was too much. The shameful pleasure of humiliation was burning within her hotter than she could stand. Her own powerlessness was torture. Normally, she'd always know what to do. Run, or fight, or use her power, or at least throw out a witty retort. This time, she couldn't do any of that. The need to simply escape was overpowering, but all she could do was twitch and squirm in ways that made her feel all the more pathetic. It didn't help that every little movement made her body rub against itself, leaving her aching to touch herself. She was running out of self-control.
"You want this," Radiance continued. "Just say it, Trinity. You. Want. This. You want to be weak. You want to be small. You want to let someone else do the thinking for you. You want to be mine. You want to be my obedient puppy, because that feels better than anything else in your shitty little life. Admit it."
The worst part was that Trinity couldn't tell if she wanted to or not. She couldn't shake the feeling that it would feel good, somehow. That it would feel like a release, one she desperately needed. Radiance's words felt painfully, ecstatically true, and she wasn't sure how much of that was real and how much was her own overtaxed mind contorting pathetically to what Radiance was telling her.
The only thing Trinity knew for sure was that if she let this go on for much longer, she was going to end up doing and saying whatever the superhero wanted.
"W-what about you?" Trinity said thickly; a last, desperate attempt to spit in Radiance's face while she could still think. "Haven't you got... better things to do? Than... than getting your rocks off... making fun of me? You should see how you look. You're... you're the one pushing me so fucking hard. Trying to make me feel weak. Trying to make me the... the kind of girl y-you like. You. You're the one... who wants this. Who wants... me."
Radiance's face soured immediately. Clearly, Trinity had touched a nerve. The manic glint in her eyes didn't disappear, though. It just became even more twisted.
"Fine," Radiance growled, in a breathy voice. "Fine. Maybe you're right, Shimmer. Maybe you're not enjoying this. Maybe you really are some kind of big, bad, untouchable dominant. That's what you want to pretend, right? You keep making excuses. It's my power. It's the pheromones. Anything, to pretend you wouldn't enjoy being treated this way. Well, you know what? Show me. Prove it."
Trinity wasn't sure exactly what Radiance wanted from her - until glanced pointedly down at Pheramona, still slumped at Trinity's feet.
