Reprisals

She could see terror mixed with the pain in her prisoner's face. Good, she thought, although she was unused to causing such fear in her enemies. This one deserved it. She squeezed his cock harder with her sphincter causing him to grimace in pain, then something changed. His face relaxed then his jaw dropped open and he collapsed to the floor. Had she squeezed too hard? Had he fainted. She reached down and pressed his carotid artery on his neck. There was no pulse. He was dead. But how? Surely she hadn't killed him. For all he was an evil debauched henchman who had personally been violating her ass, this was not what superhero's did! She hadn't meant to kill him!

Elastigirl was distraught at the idea of having killed her tormentor. However, a moment later she detected a slight smell of almonds, then bent over the dead goon and prized his jaw open. The smell was stronger and just under his tongue she could see the remains of a crushed capsule. Cyanide! He had killed himself rather than be interrogated. What wickedness was this? She had to be careful. And if they were so evil and debased, what on earth were they doing with her husband? She had to hurry.

She pulled the tattered remains of her pants back up over her ass and hurriedly left the room by the same door as the other fleeing henchman. Her wits now almost back to normal.

As soon as she entered this room though she was flummoxed. It appeared completely empty and a flat metal shutter flew down blocking the door she had just come in. She was trapped.

The walls she observed were all smooth silver and appeared to have no variations apart for a couple of dents in the walls to her left and right. Quickly she began looking about for exits or hidden doors, but suddenly she heard the humming of machinery and, Oh no! The walls to her left and right began to move slowly towards one another. If she didn't think of something soon she was going to be squashed!