Attack, Of Course!

Off-balance and distracted, now is when the super hero strikes!

And strike I did, closing the distance between us as I pulled back my arm and lashed out with the hardest punch I could throw at his glass jaw!

His glass jaw that felt very rubbery, seemed to bend around my fist, and then popped back into shape as my blow bounced off harmlessly. The only sound that was made for the next several seconds as we both tried to take stock of what just happened was the sound of one of the pods Octoboy had been transporting hitting the floor and splattering into green goo. "Who the hell are you?" he finally asked me as he managed to regain control of the three pods he still had in mid-air and placed them in the incomplete circle.

Not sure what to do, all I could think of was to try again. This time, I threw a heavy punch at his stomach, the kind I had seen TKO use to knock the wind out of him in old news footage but my fist only sunk into his belly for a few inches before his rubbery hide deflected it again. After that, I unleashed a flurry of jabs, hooks, straights, and uppercuts at a pretty impressive rate for someone who had no formal training but he took all of them without flinching. Eventually he let out an annoyed sigh and, the next thing I knew, one of his tentacles lashed out and struck me in the gut.

My body was far less rubbery so the blow HURT and I gasped for air as I staggered back. Another tentacle that had gotten behind me while I was distracted wrapped around my waist while a third somehow managed to loop around both my arms and **** them together behind my back. I was then lifted off the ground, Octoboy apparently a LOT stronger than I had thought, a tentacle grabbing each leg and binding them so my calves were touching the backs of my thighs. Now that he had me fully bound, Octoboy asked again, "Seriously, who ARE you?"

"I-I'm Nova Girl," I replied, trying to keep up a confident voice even though I was not really feeling that certain of my chances anymore, "A-A-And you're still under arrest!"

Octoboy walked closer and I found myself shivering a little as those dark, intense eyes roamed over my body. My arms were being pulled back just hard enough that I had to arc my back slightly to ease the pressure, causing my chest to jut out a bit. While my breasts are not the largest, especially on a super heroine scale, I would consider them decently sized and they were currently straining against the material of my outfit because of my positioning. His gaze trailed lower and I was glad I had decided to wear spandex sweatpants under my costume's skirt, as the way my legs were forcibly held open caused my skirt to hike up and he would have been getting a good look at my panties.

I then realized, because of how tight the spandex was, I had actually not put on any panties! Which meant the material was now pressing up against me tightly enough to give him a good view of the outline of my pussy! I could tell the exact moment he saw it too, given the way his smirk grew and I felt my cheeks grow hot despite my attempts to keep a heroic glare on him.

"You're obviously new at this," Octoboy finally said once he had his visual fill, "No super strength or speed. No obvious super tech. No weird fighting skills. Not even a big gun and pouches. How the hell did you think you were gonna beat me?!"

"Everyone else has," I replied, my mouth moving faster than my brain, "so I thought I had a shot."

His smirk faded. "Everyone else--" he sputtered, "Who the hell are you even talking about?!"

"Y-Y-You know..." I heroically whimpered, "B-B-Basette?"

Octoboy looked at me incredulously. "She's literally the second strongest hero on the planet, right behind Superbman."

I licked my lips more nervously. "D-Dragon Orchid?"

"Knows the secret techniques of more than twenty forms of mystical martial arts."

"TKO?"

"Her 'boxing gloves' are alien super-tech gauntlets!"

"Debbie Darrindanger?"

"Magic. Gun."

I squirmed as much as my bonds would allow, now finding it hard to look at Octoboy at all as my embarrassment began to stem from more than just the lewd position I was being held in. One of his free tentacles suddenly went under my chin and tilted my head upwards. Now that it was touching some of my bare skin, I could feel it was coated in some kind of thin slime that stuck to me but seemed to evaporate quickly. I swallowed, my throat suddenly drying out and my heart starting to beat a little faster as he made me meet his intense gaze. Seriously, why did this creep have to have such alluring eyes?!

Maybe it was more than his eyes, I started to realize, as he stroked both my cheeks with the tentacle he had lifted my chin with. After each touch I felt the slime going onto my skin and evaporating a few seconds after contact. Almost as soon as the slime was gone, I felt my body reacting and bit my lower lip as my heart rate increased even more and an uncomfortable, tingling warmth was starting to gather at my womanhood. I started to wonder if that slime was not being evaporated but absorbed by my body and Octoboy seemed to notice my realization as he gave me an evil but still kind of hot smirk. "And besides," he said, "who says I REALLY lost to them?"

The tentacle slid down to my neck, the tip teasing the hollow of my throat as I gasped, "Wh-What? But... beat up.... all the time..."

"Oh, they hit me a lot," he admitted, "knocked me around effortlessly and actually knocked me out a few times. But I play the LONG game and, because of that, I'd already been expecting company tonight."

He walked closer to me, reaching out a hand so one of his fingers could run across my lips. More of the weird slime transferred to me and made me gasp as I felt my body getting more aroused. "But it seems like we have some time to kill until the next of my PLANNED guests arrive," he said, his voice dropping to a huskier tone that did not help with my body traitorous horniness, "So what to do with you, party crasher?"

I had to think FAST. If he was planning a trap for more heroes, the still aware part of my mind realized, then if I could find a way to keep him talking until they arrived that might mean I would be able to shout out a warning or keep him distracted at a key moment for said heroes to turn the tables. But it was getting harder and harder to think straight, and the way those glittering, hungry, dark eyes were staring at me, I think I had a pretty good idea of how he was planning to pass the time.

And the more hazy part of my mind was starting to suggest letting... that... happen might work as a distraction too.