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Testing the new air conditioner
It's been a scorcher of a summer, but smart supervillains know how to improvise. Just kidnap a cryo-powered heroine and save on those costly electric bills! Simply add a restraining collar to limit her powers and a few other hidden implements of "encouragement" and you're good to go! The best part is there's no permanent alterations to the structure and you can take your AC unit anywhere!

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A cheeky little idea Kelshin and I came up with a couple months ago at the height of summer, when we were both complaining about the heat and humidity, and we enlisted Planktonheretic to draw it out for us, because they're awesome.

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The Mark VII

Not all timelines are created equal. Some might go off on completely different plotlines, or even different physics and time periods. While 'superheroes' was the norm in Victory City, there were some time loops where Victory City was a dusty Old West hive of shootouts, or where Victory Castle ruled over a medieval realm. Even within the superhero timelines, there were lots of differences. Heroes could be more or less prominent, or never rise to heroics, or turn to villainy, and vice-versa for villains. And what anyone did was always up to them.

For example, the Cape Wash. In some timelines, no one knew where it came from, an AI-driven programmable omni-versatile suite of hero-taming tools, designed to wear down a hero's defiance with mechanical precision and industrial mercilessness. In other timelines, Dr. Setta Flamowitz knew where they came from, because they came from her, secretly. Designed to put on a good show, yes, but to leave the heroes with a secret 'backdoor' to recover their heroic sensibilities shortly after the process concluded. With a similar basic AI to Dom, but with a much healthier dosage of understanding that it should not attempt to be proactive about finding people to 'process' other than ones who were given to it. But someone had to test it.

Which was, well, usually Setta herself. No one else could provide the kind of detailed feedback and monitoring of the latest adjustments that she could.

And in universes where she built the thing, it was much more common that she was entirely interested in going through the process, of course.

Her latest model, the Mark VII, was an absolute masterpiece. With a plethora of cameras and sensors all throughout the interior of the Cape Wash, the AI had a perfect monitor of even the slightest twitch or quiver. The new AI updates themselves made the thing incredibly insightful, mind-bogglingly good at anticipating and reading its victims and adjusting its 'treatment' on the fly. It could read every response and select exactly what stimuli to apply, at what intensity, for how long, and what to say while applying it.

She'd barely set foot inside the thing when it had clamped onto her tail with less-than-eyeblink speed, hauling her ass upward, cuffs latching onto her ankles before she could say a word, bending her over and spreading her legs, stripping her down before she could draw a breath, binding her arms behind her back and stuffing a cock-gag into her mouth while a strap assaulted her bare ass. A vibrator pressed up into her crotch while the AI used a brisk, dominant, no-nonsense voice to inform her that she was going to need a *lot* of work to get her into proper shape.

A blindfold strapped itself onto her face and she got flipped over, legs hauled wide; the vibrator was replaced by a set of artificial hands firmly exploring her privates, while a thermometer got stuffed into her ass. She struggled and grunted, trying to find a way to break free, but even the Model I had been more than capable at keeping its subjects restrained; she was only able to wriggle in place as a gel got rubbed into her crotch, making her labia suddenly throb, while the thermometer was pulled out and a simulated finger began briskly diddling her ass. She could only squirm as the hand returned to masturbating her, while the AI told her in no uncertain detail how her 'independent dragon' status was going to be trained right out of her, while she learned to be a good little fuckpuppy.

The AI was *good*. That voice didn't just sound artificial; it sounded *commanding*. Every tone was perfectly calculated to ring in her ears and make it harder and harder to not whimper into the gag with realization that it *could* and *would* do exactly what it said. The artificial hand fingering her thrust two thick ringers inside her as a razor came down - and when it briskly shaved off most of her muff, leaving just a little plug of trimmed white fur behind as a reminder of what had been removed, she helplessly came on those fingers while her ass was still getting violated.

It pinned her down on her belly on the cool tile floor while she was still cumming, a heavy weight on her back pinning her tail against her wings; the ankle grip shifted to her knees, keeping her legs spread but letting her feet kick. And her feet did kick as a firm conical sponge pressed between her buttocks and began polishing her anus - then pressing in to polish the inner edge of that ring of muscle, too, a sharp, stinging sensation from the chemical soap it was using to 'sanitize' her defenseless rear. And the AI informed her that she was going to have the tenderest of puppy-puckers by the time it was done with her.

She got flipped onto her back again without warning, her ankles pulled together and up into the air until her ass lifted off the tile floor. Straps crashed against her rear while a bumpy dildo plunged into her sex, and then the bumps revealed themselves as electrodes that made her inner walls spasm and clamp down. The cock-gag flooded her mouth with a load of musky faux cum, and a hand pressed firmly at her throat to force her to swallow it down. Electrodes jolted her nipples, out of sync with the spasms of her pussy. And the AI just wouldn't stop relentlessly reminding her of how helpless her situation was, how it was going to tame her, how she was going to be a good little fuckpuppy.

Yanked onto her knees, upright but kneeling, legs spread, the cock-gag pulling out and a fat ballgag shoving into her mouth instead, while her arms were pulled up over her head and a set of grippers lanced out and stripped her scales off, leaving soft, tender bare red skin behind, much more sensitive and less protective. The hand returned to violating her ass as her crotch was pressed against some kind of smooth metal curve, which vibrated so hard cupping against her that it stung, but the hand at her ass wouldn't let her pull away. The ballgag in her mouth pumped something thick and musky down her throat that burned in her belly.

Over and over it kept yanking her from position to position without warning. Her body was molested and violated every which way. And the AI just would not stop its relentless, firm-voiced reminder of the inevitability of her submission. And no matter how she tried to tune it out, she couldn't stop feeling surges of excitement bubbling inside her, a growing implanted eagerness to be a good little fuckpuppy.

She couldn't remotely guess how long she was inside. Could have been hours, could have been days, in that sleepless, merciless grip, being kept physically off-balance and firmly controlled, never able to offer up any hint of resistance except the instants the AI allowed purely to stamp them firmly out.

She was being put into her new bitchsuit now. Her wings were encased tightly, cased against her back, with her tail pinned in the case with them, keeping it out of the way. Her mouth was propped open by a fat ring-gag. A collar around her neck had a tag sealed against her chest, and her arms and legs were both rubber-bound bent double, with thick rubber-soled paws on her knees and pads on her elbows. She was on her back, staring up at the ceiling of the Cape Wash, where it was showing her the camera view of herself. Legs spread like a good fuckpuppy, showing off the toy mostly buried in her cunt but with the knot still waiting to go in. The tailplug waiting to go into her defeated ass.

The hand come down, fingers rubbing oils into her tenderized, spread cuntlips. Another hand lifted the plug. Her face burned pink, looking up at the screen, watching her own show of taming and humiliation. The plug wriggled against her tight pucker, and she barked like she'd been trained at some point. The overhead view added a close-up of her rosebud being invaded by the conical tip of the plug, and her hips squirmed. This AI was *good*, it had trained in every reaction to make her adore watching herself being conquered. It pressed deeper while her spread pussylips were being fondled, and when it went all the way in, a firm slow pressure pulled it right back out, making her anus stretch around the thick bulge back and forth while she began to cum on the dogknot dildo inside her. The plug went back in almost far enough, keeping her ring strained to the maximum, just short of the narrower neck of the plug fitting in, and she squealed as a tattoo needle decorated her pulled-smooth pucker, drawing a chain of dog-cocks all around her asshole, then using a laser to seal the tattoos in. And then the plug went in, and the knot suddenly *drove* into her pussy, making her squeal out as the electrodes in the knot made her buck and spasm until her head was spinning.

She couldn't escape those massive, humiliating reminders of total dominance in her nether orifices. The AI forced her to learn to adore their presence, to wallow in the humiliation, the defeat, the total helplessness and her reduction to being a squirming little pink-face fuckpuppy. It made her learn tricks. Her eyes glazed as it relentlessly drove her deeper and deeper into overstimulated subspace, locking down her resistance. By the time it was done, it had her held up with mechanical hands under her arms, dangling her in front of a mirror, making her bark obediently at the sight of a tamed little bitch, before it finished off by shaving off the last little tuft of fur from her pussy, and sliding her out.

Where the test lab AI was ready to take over with the recuperation process. It did have to start slow, of course. A mechanical hand pinned her down on her back and began applying tummyrubs while another hand gripped the knot-dildo and began pumping her cunt with it, while cooing, "Good girl! Good fuckpuppy!" And fingering her and fondling her all over until she passed out cumming. Over a day or two of relentless 'play' and praise it could get her to slowly snap out of it, based on prior test runs. She'd been making tweaks to the Mark VII for over two years now...
[Art by Kandlin , Setta and story by me!]

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