A Villian feared by Female Supers

Helen awoke after having takin, what she assumed was a rather sizable fat fingered fist to the face. All she remembered was chasing a small-timer through a warehouse before a meaty impact knocked out cold. She was unrestrained and still in her super outfit which meant who ever it was knew that tying her up would only slow her down, not stop her. Most of the room she found her in looked to be reinforced steel and bullet resistant glass… but decorated quite nicely. There were expensive looking curtains framing the windows a nice Persian rug under a table near some couches with a vase of fresh cut roses… oh no… a horny villan.

“Oh great, a another lonely horn dog looking to Stockholm a girlfriend. I don’t have time for this.” Helen mused to herself as she began surveying the room for escapes. Doors, vents, etc. when a hermetically sealed door hissed and opened revealing…