The villain makes an offer

Bound and gagged, Redwing was taken through the villain's lair. It was far from a boring journey for the helpless captive. Her living bonds rubbed and squeezed her sensually as they carried her. Groping her tit here, rubbing her thigh there, wiggling between her lips to tickle her tongue, there seemed to be no end to the ways the dark tethers could tease her.

Lost in these sensations, she didn't notice when the bare concrete walls gave way to more domestic halls, but it now felt like she was in a massive house, or at least a well decorated office building. And a few more turns later they entered an elevator that carried them up to an opulent dining room.

"I'm going to make this simple," Dusklord said with the curl on his lips of a self-assured villain. "We can have a nice dinner, you and I." He set her down and retracted some of the tendrils to better ogle her like a piece of prime meat. "You'll have to obey my every whim, but you'll get good food and maybe even something to wear." He gestured to a long gown draped over a chair. It seemed to be made only from sheer fabrics and lace.

The gag was still in the heroine's mouth, so she couldn't tell him what she thought of his offer.

"Or I can give you over to some particularly wild friends of mine that are having a special party in need of someone like you."

Lilly felt her pulse quicken, as her perverse desire flitted between the two options. If she stayed, she'd have an excuse to follow her master's perverted orders, no matter how degrading. Being forced to prance around as his eye-candy and being grateful for it was a very arousing thought. Would the once proud superheroine merely be required to dote on him? Or would he ask her to perform other services for her captor. On the other hand, if she were to take the second option, the raw humiliation may be more intense. She'd be a sex object for strangers. The thought made her stomach flutter. Would she be at the center of some sort of gangbang? Dragged around on a leash from one degrading act to another. It was almost too humiliating, almost.

But a perverse delight oozed through the helpless heroine as she imagined a third option. What if she refused both options? What would her master do then? What furry could stubborn impudence earn her?

The paradoxical nature of her situation tugged invitingly at Lilly. She could choose her path but barely knew a sliver of what was actually in store for her. She felt blindfolded but forced to face her doom nonetheless. It was exhilarating.