It's Close, but...

"Do you want to beg now?"

Lilly bit her lower lip, blood was pounding in her ears, her whole body felt warm, and her pussy was still aching to be touched, the rising flood of pleasure which only a moment ago had been bombarding her had transformed into sour frustration, if she hadn't had the manacles on, she would probably have been touching herself right then. How easy it would be to shatter them, how simply she could break them if only she used a fraction of her true power. But if she did that, there would be no hiding her identity. Everyone here would know that she really was Redwing, and that she really was sitting there and touching herself, fingering her pussy, her cunt, and desperately trying to save her orgasm. There would be no future for her if she did that, it wouldn't get on the news or anything, but the right people would always know that she was the heroine who fingered herself into cumming right in front of her archenemy and his minions.

Right them, at that moment with her pussy burning to be touched, and her nerves screaming to be stimulated, Lilly might have taken that risk, but the knowledge of what it would mean if her true identity was to be outed stopped her dead, and filled her heart with ice. Even as her breathing grew sharp and heavy, even as her body cried out to be touched.

She didn't dare to break the chains. The thought of the life and future she might create for herself if she did so was terrifying and arousing both. It made her feel strange, uncomfortable possibilities blossoming at the edges of her mind. She shook them away for now, but had no doubt they would return in the form of a future fantasy at some point.

There was another way to get what she wanted, though. She knew what Dusklord was angling for, what he was trying to do. If she did surrender and beg them to forgiveness, she didn't doubt that he would make her prove how sorry she was with her body. Whether it would be to masturbate in front of the crowd, or let them use sex toys on her, or something else entirely. The idea filled her mind like a heady smog, wafting through her thoughts until it was almost all she could focus on. Her chest felt tight, and her clit was buzzing for her to do it. An eagerness swept through her, a desire for pleasure and to be degraded which surprised even Lilly. Apologising would be one of the most mortifying and humiliating things she could ever do, and afterwards, she would be used to satisfy their eyes, letting them see her be teased or even fucked...

Why did this make her feel so hot? Why did she want this so much? The primal need was rearing its ugly head inside of her, making her tremble, fighting with desire against desire.

She had never felt like this before in her whole life. She had always had a fetish for this sort of thing, she had always dreamed about being degraded, humiliated, captured by her enemies and having her dignity stripped away layer by layer. But it had never felt this strong before. Never felt this intense. Her whole body trembled, the crowd watched her, muttering and talking among themselves. Dusklord waited for her answer.

What could she say? Her pussy ached for a release, her body felt like it was desperately trying to catch the last dregs of the previous close climax, frustration bubbled inside of her. Did she have the strength to refuse? Did she have the willpower to deny her senses, her wants as a woman?

How did she want to do this? Where did she want it to go?

Her breath caught in her throat as she looked around again, seeing the crowded staff members looking at her, their eyes were lustful, many of them enjoying her condition. She might not have been their enemy - at least as far as they knew - but Dusklord had told them to act as if she was, part of the ''training'' for the big party. To many of them, this was a dream come true.

Redwing closed her eyes, soul-searching, seeking an answer to the question. The demands of her body screamed though her brain, but she was more than just her body, and she could choose to deny it if she wanted to.

Did she want to?

Did she want to beg them on her knees?

Did she want to beseech them to forgive her?

She'd done it in front of the mirror, hadn't she? But that had been different in a way, the mirror had been her and her alone. Now, she was being told to do it in front of real, life people. People who would remember.

Her breathing was ragged, the air catching in her lungs as she looked into the crowd. The cold, calculating looks she saw directed back at her made her womanhood tingle, her clit buzz with excitement, she almost couldn't contain it.

Dusklord knew the truth, he knew who she was really, and she didn't want to be seen as a whore, as someone who would jump into this headfirst, but that was an unhealthy mindset, did loving sex make her a whore? Was there anything bad in wanting to feel pleasure, and to provide it to others? Part of Lilly knew she was justifying now, but part of her thought there was also a point in what she was saying. Quiet desperation was driving her closer and closer to the edge, to her limits, her pussy throbbed with the aftereffects of her denied orgasm. She felt as though she were caught in this long but narrow tunnel, and the only ways she could go were forward or backwards. Her life had narrowed to only two choices, to beg for more or to remain defiant.

Redwing would remain defiant. She was a hero above all else, a symbol for people across the world who would never falter or fail. She would rise above this, no matter what it turned out to be.

But Lilly wasn't Redwing. Redwing was a symbol, a mask, a list of deeds and victories. Lilly was a person, and Lilly had her own wants and desires, and one of the things that made her Lilly instead of Redwing was the submissive streak she had buried inside of her, and which she could feel rising closer to the surface with every moment.

Lilly felt her mind slowly solidify the conclusion, the two options became only one. She swallowed, trying to moisten her dry throat, all of her chains had vanished except for the one which held her arms behind her back. She looked up at the crowd, moving her gaze slowly from face to face.

"I...I'm sorry..." she said, "I'm sorry that I ever opposed you. I was wrong to fight you. I thought that I was a hero, but I was just looking for glory. N-now that you've captured me, I can see the truth..."

She bit her lower lip, her pulse accelerated, and she couldn't help but add a little bit to the final line, the words emerging from her mouth before she could stop them.

"D-Dusklord is going to punish me for ever standing against you, and I hope that you all join in too. T-to show me what a slut I really am..."

Her face burned red with mortification, and she wondered what the media would say if they heard her mutter that ever again.

Heroine Redwing calls herself a slut...

Begs her enemies to take advantage of her...

Anticipates punishment...

It made her feel hot. It made her feel helpless, it made her feel horny and sexy and humiliated all at the same time.

"That's good progress already, Redwing." Dusklord said, his voice coming from behind her again. "But anyone can just say things. Why don't you show them how sorry you really are?"