Both.

Ultraboy finished the tour in the kitchen and a sudden movement had her sprawled over the counter, cape fluttering to the side to reveal a delicious duralexx covered ass. One hand on her back pinned her to the counter by her tits. She shuddered and leaked.

"Now, let's start with how you and your daughter?" He paused and waited for her to fill in the blank...

"Shelby Danvers." She provided after a long moment and a single slap to her muscular ass.

"Right." He pulled her cape off and used it to tie her hands together and then to a convenient hook in the wall. "How the two of you keep breaking out of jail."

She pulled hard, as hard as she could and managed...nothing. Control was not hers, the bondage was not merely representative, but was, in fact, real. She couldn't just break free if she wanted, as she usually could.

His hands ran over her ass and her duralexx covered mound, then running up her sides to her breasts and stood behind her, cock grinding between her ass cheeks, an iron bar between her cheeks, between her lower lips. The teasing continued as she spilled the beans, explaining their route, betraying her daughter to the man who had collared her. When he had the gist of it, he ripped the duralexx that covered her pussy and asshole, revealing her dripping hole and releasing the musky odor of her arousal into the room. The motion, the sound, the sensation as her costume tore, ran through her as powerfully as a foot long dildo.

His hand ran down and over her back, over her ass, her pussy, then down to her thighs. Her explanation became disjointed and interspersed with panting and moans as his hands and her powerlessness drove her mad. She finished. He stopped touching her and turned to walk away.

"Aren't you going to fuck me?" She asked, brain not even involved, plans for turning him, plans for trickery and deceit vanishing in lust. "Or at least get me off? Or at the very least untie me so I can get myself off?" It wasn't a question, so much as a piteous plea.