Cuff her

“You just did something you can’t take back, bitch. I hope you’re prepared for the consequences,” growls the leather-clad beauty. Scary! The woman keeps struggling on the ground, requiring you to keep pressing the trash can down on her full force so she can’t escape. Considering she tried to stop you, and she has superpowers, that would probably make her a superhero, right? You could probably go without fighting any more superheroes for the rest of your life at this point. The stress is likely to give you a heart attack. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t afraid of her, even as she struggles on the ground while tossing an occasional obscenity at you.

The next step would be… probably incapacitating her somehow, right? Maybe you should hit her with trash cans over and over…? No way! That’s way too violent and mean! Hmm… Oh! You can use her handcuffs! Good idea, good idea. You walk over to her, intent on retrieving her handcuffs, but there’s something you can’t help but notice: her butt.

It makes an absolute spectacle of itself, sticking out way further than a butt should. Her skirt is stretched as far as it can possibly be, revealing a little triangle of her lacy red lingerie. The entire scene takes place on a pair of waspish hips, flaring out from her slim waist. You nearly get lost in thought, but you’re alerted by the strain beginning to form in your spandex shorts. No, you can’t do this again. You’re still not ready to believe that arousal directly weakens your powers, but you can’t argue with the fact that things tend to go badly once you get turned on. You have to ignore her gorgeous, grabbable ass and focus on-

“Like what you see?” she asks.

“W-What’s that supposed to mean!?” you reply.

“Exactly what it sounds like. I’m just wondering if you like staring at my ass. You can go further, if you want.” Her voice, still drab, now has just a hint of honey in it, leading you on.

“O-Okay.” It’s not like she can go anywhere… You reach down, hand shaking, and pull her skirt up to reveal her panties in full. Far showier than anything you own, the red complements her light skin very well. She shakes her hips a little, causing you to gasp lightly as her ass sways back and forth seductively. Your dick stands fully erect, fighting a constant battle with your costume to keep pitching a tent against the skintight spandex.

“Do you want to see what’s underneath?” she asks, again enticing you to newer, lewder heights. You know it’s a terrible idea, but her voice seems to pass through your mind like a siren song, melting away all reason. You grab the fabric as gently as possible, as if it might break in your fingers if grip too tightly. Th-this is it… Maybe she’ll let you, well, you know… But is it really okay for you to have sex with a captive superhero like this? …Of course! You’re a supervillain now. Having sex with helpless superheroes is totally a supervillain thing to do. Much more than robbing a bank.

You slide the fabric all the way down to her ankles and past her feet, then fold it before putting it on the ground. A girl’s unmentionables are important, after all. You’re not THAT evil. You turn your attention back to the pale, bare spheres atop her thighs, and your heart swells with excitement when you hear her next words.

“Well, what are you just standing there for? Aren’t you going to do something?” She’s… She’s seriously letting you!? You swallow hard, trying to work up the nerve to have sex with the intimidatingly beautiful woman. This isn’t how you were planning to prove your supervillain worth today. You’re not mentally prepared!

“Umm… Uhh…” you try to yammer out a response as you slide your shorts off, exposing your prick, already dripping with precum, to the air. “Okay, h-h-here I go.”

At that moment, the trash can on the seductive woman’s back falls to the ground. You panic, then scream, then try to pick it back up, but it only floats for a second or two before falling back to the ground. Meanwhile, your prospective “victory fuck” is off the ground in a flash, not even bothering to go invisible as she glares at you.

“I hope you’re prepared for the consequences…”