“Komand'r, I love you. But you’ve made some terrible choices. I hoped to ween you off the evil path, by showing how being both good and naughty could give you the same kicks. And you repay my good intent with betrayal and slavery. And you KNOW what a sensitive topic that is for me. I don’t know if you’re apologizing or begging for mercy, as the nanobots throughout your suit do a fantastic job muffling sounds, but it doesn’t matter. You rejected my sugar, so now you get the vinegar.
“You’ve probably already noticed your suit does a fantastic job of nullifying your powers, but it also can actively block your senses. No matter how hard you grab your breast, or finger your pussy, you won’t feel a thing. When I command them to cover your head as well, they’ll also block your senses of sight, hearing and smell. And don’t even think about tasting, for any type of stimulation; every few hours, we’ll spray you with a nutritional mist, and the nanobots will use microneedles to inject it into you, keeping you nice and healthy. From now on, ALL pleasures of the flesh are denied.
“How long will you be in this nightmare? Well, that depends how long it takes before I think you’ve learned your lesson. Could be weeks, could be years. Either way, this IS the last day the evil Blackfire will ever be seen. As you go mad from the isolation, your evil deeds will circle in your head, and you’ll learn to never do them again. Well, I’m sure you’re eager to get through your punishment, so I’ll leave you to it. Goodbye, sister.”
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