To be captured by him

Defender knew why she came. It wasn't because of some noble pursuit of justice, it was because of him. Nothing else. A blush crept to her cheeks as she turned away from her captor in embaressment. Nightlord brought a hand to her chin and gently pulled her gaze back to his. "Tell me: Why did you come here." Defender found herself locked in his gaze for a second before closing her eyes and taking a deepe breath. "Because I wanted this." She mumbled. "What was that?" Defender looked up at her captor. "I wanted this. I am Defender: San Andreas' champion of justice. The strongest woman in the city. However, there have been times....times where people have gotten the better of me. And I become helpless in their clutches." Nightlord stood up and crossed his arms under his cloak. "And what of it?" Defender looked down again, not wanting to meet his gaze. "I like it. I like to be helpless. To be under the control of someone else. I don't just allow it to happen, but when I do, I can't help but find myself aroused."

Nightlord was smiling down. "I see. And how did you feel when I did it?" Defender let her head fall back against the head of the chair. "Oh my god it was wonderful!" She said as she squirmed in her bonds, thinking of the pleasure he wrought upon her. "That week we spent together. Where you had me at your mercy. I had never experienced anything like it. Nothing before and nothing since." Nightlord knelt down again. This time leaning against the the chair. "So you wanted to be in my clutches again." He leaned closer to where their noses where touching. "So you are my ****." "Yes....master." Defender said with a husky voice and half-lided eyes. Nightlord decided to reward his **** with a kiss as he leaned forward and claimed her lips. Being sure to **** his tounge into her mouth and run his hands along her gorgous body. He did find himself slightly frustruted however as he body was covered by not just her starspangled costume but her fleecy cape. He wanted to remove it and get at the treasures underneith. Which gave him an idea.

Pulling away, he nudged the heroines head to the side to whisper in her ear. "Well my enslaved defender. Shall we play a game?" Defender's body was on fire. This is exactly what she wanted. However, part of her still felt that this was wrong. That she needed to escape.