Helplessness, obviously

Lilly resisted the urge to speak, nibbling on her lip as the pleasure of her predicament boiled within her. Dusklord, a supervillain, had her chained and was forcing her to answer degrading questions. With each of her quivering breaths, her naked breasts rose and fell through the cold air of this interrogation room, causing tender tongues to lap at her diamond-hard nipples.

The sharp pop of electricity was immediately followed by her yelp. Lilly's interrogator had tapped her nipple with his shock wand. Her whole body trembled with a mixture of pain and arousal. "What twisted fantasies does the whore Redwing have?" he asked again, his fingers returned to her womanhood.

The bound heroine looked away and squeezed her eyes shut. Trying to deny how **** she was right now, and how much she wanted his fingers to explore deeper into her. However, all her self imposed darkness did was make the feeling of his digits all the more vivid. "I sometimes think about henchmen storming into my home and taking me as a civilian," she stammered while grinding her wet pussy against his fingers. "They aren't after Redwing; they just want some random hostage. I'm stripped; they grope me and laugh at my attempts to cover up. I can't use my powers because it would reveal my secret identity. Then I'm tied naked onto their car, spread eagle." Redwing attempted to swing her arms as an example, but was stopped short by the cuffs.

Dusklord's thumb tenderly rolled over her clit, and all desire Lilly had to retain her dignity was shredded like her discarded suit. "Other times I imagine myself defeated and collared," she babbled, her dam burst. "but with a collar that takes away my powers." The villain's thumb circled Lilly's clit. She was now desperately writhing. "I imagine what each of the villains would do after capturing me. Goldstar would auction my shackled body off to the highest bidder. And Archer Maiden, sh-she would release me on her plateau wearing only that suppression collar so that she could enjoy ... um the thrill of the hunt. And Brute Brigade would chain me up--"

The fingers removed themselves from Lilly's wet cunt, slamming her back to reality. Surprise was immediately replaced with shame. Her cheeks burned; had she just admitted to having a twisted fantasy for every supervillain? This was so degrading; even now she wanted to beg for the pleasure between her legs again. Her eyes darted up and saw Dusklord purposely stroking his chin.

"You fantasize a lot about losing your powers?"

Redwing nodded, and tried to swallow away the dryness in her throat.

An insufferably smug smile curled across the supervillain's face. "So I'm basically fulfilling you deepest desire."

The confused captive stared back at him.

"I've made you promise not to use your super abilities; that's as good as any make-believe collar."

Lilly opened her mouth to deny it, but was shushed by fingers that were recently in her cunt. Dusklord deliberately left a smear of her own juices under her nose and across her lips. His fingers trailed down and started teasing her ringed nipple making the horny heroine moan before she could form another response.

"You're a woman of your word. If I tugged you through the halls of a secret base, you'd assume it was abandoned." His finger hooked itself in her nipple ring and he gently pulled it forward. Jane's body involuntarily followed the sensual tug as much as her chains allowed. "If we pass henchmen in the falls, you'd assume they were mine and wouldn't use your powers to resist."

Dusklord continued to pull her nipple, and all Lilly could do was moan in pain, powerlessly held back by her bondage.

"Oh, the desire to be helpless will play some part in holding you back." Dusklord watched as Redwing's hands fidgeted uselessly in their cold manacles. She stared up at him a primal desperation nibbling through her body. He teasingly twisted her nipple, while adding, "but when I open the door and throw you into a room full of my cruelest peers, you'll still try to find some way out of it without using your powers. Naked and surrounded, all you will do is meekly struggle while we lock the collar around your neck."

Searing ice ran down Lilly's spine and arousal thundered through her veins. She shook her head. No, she'd fight back; win outnumbered fights was something she did regularly. But against every villain? And naked? How tough could she really be with Rat king pinching her nipples, or The Spector's whip slashing across her bare ass? Redwing wouldn't be able to throw a punch if Lady D'Vine started teasing her clit. No, they'd be overconfident, toying with her; she could use that. But eventually they'd win, said a lustful voice deep within her. Eventually they'd restrain you and make your young lithe body writhe for their filthy amusement.

Dusklord leered down at her while she squirmed through this hypothetical dilemma. His posture was reserved, but the ravenous look in his eye announced his enjoyment clear enough. Lilly shivered under his appraisal and looked away. She was laid bare before him; there was only a thin sheen of sweat covering her lithe body. Her young breasts rose and fell enticingly as if her own breath was conspiring to offer her up.

The villain's gaze wasn't the only thing that made her tremble with anticipation. A pillar of shadow descended from the ceiling. It grabbed her cuffed wrists and pulled them up. The captive heroine was made to stand from the chair legs held apart by more shadow appendages. Being pulled up like this made her feel all the more open and ****. She was more than just naked; a vile criminal was pulling at her body with shadow tentacles and would be toying with her soon. Lilly's arms continued to be pulled up until the tension in her shoulders **** her to lean forward into a strappado position. The ink tendrils tugged her body until her young breasts were dangling in the cold, her ass was jutting out invitingly, and her wet pussy was easily accessed.

Redwing felt as if she was staring into a black, ocean abyss and she wanted to dive further. "Is that it?" she goaded, not realizing how much her excitement would make her voice tremble. She **** a laugh. "I've been in worse positions than this. I'm not even on my tiptoes."

Dusklord responded to the encouragement, willing his constructs to tug harder on her limbs Redwing groaned; her legs were pulled wide until only her toes could touch the ground, and her arms were bent high above her head leading to a tightness in her shoulders. The contorted heroine shifted the little bit her stricter bonds allowed. Dreamy endorphins enticed her to surrender further.