In the Clutches of Hades, page 2

"Mmphh! Mmh-nnnhhh!!" Nova whimpered, juddering awake. She felt a tremor through her svelte body as she realised that, even with her consciousness restored to her, she could barely move. "Bound!" she thought, with a terrified simplicity. And bound she was: strong cords had been criss-crossed all over her, trussing her naked legs, her arms, pulling back her shoulders, and keeping her completely tied up. She tried to summon her powers, but she couldn't - she must have been drugged to keep her helpless. "Mmmgghhmmphhh..." she moaned, feeling the fresh humiliation of a tight, muzzling white gag over her mouth and nose. She couldn't speak, could barely move her mouth at all.

"Mmh...mmhh..." Next to Nova sat Valora, the mighty maiden still mostly unconscious, but with glimmers of wakefulness reasserting themselves. While Nova at least could wriggle her slender body, the powerful, voluptuous Valora couldn't move at all. Meek in her bondage, she had been made even more open to display, her leotard zipped down to bare her soft shoulders, and expose even more of her shapely bust. Only the chains wrapped around her torso kept it from baring her breasts completely. Chains around her arms. Chains around her calves. Chains around her smooth, warm thighs. Defeated, captured, and now shackled, Valora was awake enough to feel the shame of her captivity. She mewed softly through a cleave-gag, her chains clinking slightly as she tried and failed to move.

"..hhmh..." A slight sigh, as Valora felt a pretty, pale face falling against one of her shoulders. She didn't have the strength to look up, but she knew that it was Insyte. The buxom telepath had not yet awoken, and though she and Valora had never even really spoken, she seemed to move towards her for comfort, for protection. Valora was the strongest of them. She should have protected them.

"MMMHH!!" Nova suddenly cried out, as a figure emerged from the shadows. It was no great surprise that it was their captor - Hades.
"Three pretty maids all in a row," they chuckled, the laugh tinny and mechanistic. "Or rather five: two of your friends are already enjoying the hospitality of my stasis tanks." Craning, Nova dared to turn, and was aghast to see that Hades spoke true: Enhancegirl, one of Seacouver's rising stars, stood bound and gagged, submerged in liquid, her life and beauty preserved by the tank into which she'd been stuffed. On the other side of the room, Enhancegirl's willowy lover, and Nova's ally, the mighty Spectra. But her might had been as nothing to Hades: she, like the others, had been subdued, drugged, and taken. Now the Mistress of Light was a beautiful prize, an item in Hades' display. And there were three more tanks beckoning...
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YO! The final part of 's incredible commission. She did a staggeringly good job! All praise to her!