Stripped by the moth

Flamebird’s eyes slowly opened and saw that the bright lights from before had been turned off. That seemed to be the only good news. She’d been placed spread eagle on a table with he her hands and feet encased in something green and sticky.

“Hey! Let me go!”

“Don’t bother struggling, I made my cocoon gun more powerful than ever before. There’s no escape.”

Flamebird saw Killer Moth approaching her carrying a video camera with him. He set the camera up on a tripod and looked into it.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I’m Killer Moth and in behind me is the lovely Flamebird.” Killer Moth gestured to the heroine he had trapped. “That’s right, I’ve finally won and…”

While Killer Moth continued his victory monologue, Flamebird tuned him out and tried struggling against the cocoon gunk keeping her in place. Like she’d been told, it seemed impossible to break through. She still tried to break free just in case. However, she became distracted when she heard something very worrying come from Killer Moth’s mouth.

“… So we’ll be answering an age old question. Do superheroes go commando under those tight spandex suits?”

“Wait, what?!”

Killer Moth grabbed the fabric of Flamebird’s costume by the shoulder and swiftly tore it. After just a few more seconds, the top of Flamebird’s costume was entirely ripped up. Her breasts were completely exposed to Killer Moth and his camera.

“It looks like the answer is yes. At least for this one.” Killer Moth laughs. “Let’s see if you’ve got any panties on…”

Flamebird closed her eyes but heard the sound of tearing fabric and felt the clothes being stripped away from her. When she opened her eyes again she saw that the bottom half of her costume was now gone leaving her only clad in her goggles, boots, gloves, and panties.

“Well, it seems like you’ve got more protection down there. Let’s see if you’re a natural blonde though.” Killer Moth pulled down her panties which showed him her neatly trimmed bush. “And the answer is once again a yes. Good job on the personal grooming by the way.”

Flamebird was too humiliated to say anything. Her entire body was exposed and being filmed by a C-list villain. She thrashed around in an attempt to break free but all that accomplished was making her breasts bounce for the camera. Everything seemed hopeless for Flamebird right now. Was there any way out of this insidious trap?