Ultragirl in the Asylum

Ultragirl has been sent to an insane asylum because she’s lost her powers and no one believes that she’s a superhero! Will she be able to convince anyone of her true identity, or will she have to suffer the humiliation of being treated like one of the mental patients?

This 4,500 word short story depicts scenes of reluctance, a medical setting, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, oral sex, humiliation, strip searching, semen as a weakness, and spanking.




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An excerpt from Ultragirl in the Asylum
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Stepping back from the table again, she paused just a moment as she looked at him, trying to buy some time.

“Well, get on with it. Pick one. They’re both coming off eventually,” he smirked while he idly played with the belt in his hands.

It was a hard choice for her, but she opted for the top. Turning her back toward him, she crossed her arms over her torso and grabbed at the bottom of the tight, midriff exposing shirt. She glanced over her shoulder to him, but he gave no opposition to Ultragirl’s modesty while she pulled the shirt off. With the shirt in one hand, she covered her bare breasts the best she could with the other as she turned around and put the top into the box.

“No bra, I see. I guess when you have super powers you don’t need a bra, hm?” he grinned as she covered herself with both hands. “Well, as per safety protocol, I’m going to need you to,” he leaned forward with his elbow upon the table, “bring your hands over your head, palms open.”

“What?!” she exclaimed.

“No need to get bent out of shape. It’s just procedure.” He shrugged innocently. “We have to check all new patients for weapons. You could have weapons under your breasts,” he paused for a moment. “Unless you’d prefer the guards to check you out?” He turned toward the door, as if he was going to call for them.

“Fine, fine! I’ll do it!” she conceded.