The disbelieving word blurted from the Spectre's lips was nearly enough to make Samantha laugh despite her situation. Clearly, the villainess had not expected any fight to be left in her opponent. The fact that she seemed to defend the phone's quality seemed an odd thing to latch onto but the Sentinel was more worried about what the Scythe Spectre would do next. By the raise in pitch to her voice, Samantha knew she had upset her captor and when she was turned to face the other woman again she squirmed in the chains again as hard as she could, accomplishing little more than rattling them.<br/><br/>She flinched at the woman's words about her sorry state a moment ago and again when the hand reached out. She had expected something, but was surprised when she simply soaked up the fog-spewing machine around her neck. The mist caused a tickle in her throat and made Samantha cough a few times. She tried to hold her breath or at least slow her breathing to limit the exposure but it did not seem to do any good. The weakness worsened, leaving Samantha feeling drained, weaker even than when she was first exposed to mist. Her struggles continued but we're even more pointless than before and the Scythe Spectre caught a flicker of fear in the bound woman's expression.<br/><br/>"Wait, that's it..."<br/><br/>Three simple words, but Samantha was sure it meant things were going to get worse for her. "What isn't good enough?" She mumbled with the Soectre's hard grip on her jaw. Hearing the woman's train of thought she tried to shake her head, but found herself unable to with the hand still steadying her face. She remembered how much stronger she had been than the villainess only moments ago and now the tables had turned and she felt truly helpless. "No you have it all wrong. All wrong." Again, the sound of rattling chains alerted the Spectre to the bound hero's pitifully flailing.<br/><br/>The feel of nails cutting into her skin was shocking, and unusual sensation but what was more shocking was the sudden feel of blood-slick lips pressed  to her own. The taste was foul and almost made Samantha gag but she was left with a rather comically dumbfounded look on her face when the other woman filled back. She gave a startled gasp when the leg pressed up between her own. Immediately she blushed deeply, shaking her head. "Stop... You can't do this!" She blurted breathlessly. The feeling was intense and again the Scarlet Sentinel thrashed hopelessly in the tight chains. "I-I don't want this..." She whimpered, sounding very much like the kitten she had just been nicknamed.<br/><br/>Samantha tried to twist her head away from the camera but could not break the Spectre's grip. The record light made the humiliation and helplessness she felt so much worse. Her eyes squeezed shut and she sniffled, feeling the constant grinding between her legs. It had been a long time since anyone other than herself had touched Samantha in such a way and her blush deepened. With her eyes closed she missed the camera being transferred to one of the hovering chains. She certainly felt it though when the free hand gripped her ass and forced her to grind harder against the other woman's thigh. It was humiliating and degrading and she did feel the way Spectre had described. All her power and strength counted for nothing. Her breathing was ragged and she shook weakly. "Please, you have to stop this." She whined. The Spectre could tell the signs of what was to come. Already Samantha's thighs squeezed again her own and that perfect ass flexed under her hand. Already the girl in her clutches was breathing heavily and shaking. Soon, things would get very interesting.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>