Dirty black and a pallor white contrasted sharply against a pale but still vivid skin. Fingers caressed the soft skin of the superheroine's cheek and throat, stopping briefly to feel the Scarlet Sentinel's fast-paced heartbeat at the throbbing pulse point. Whimpered, frightened mewls, shocked gasps, shaking defiance. The girl at her mercy was a drug to the Scythe Specter's darkest desires and cold bitter hate. Weak, failing struggles rattling her chains and fear in her eyes. This was a woman who mere minutes earlier had been looking forward to facing the world's most feared supervillains in order to test her strength. Declawed, the brave lion turned into a whimpering kitten.<br/><br/>The kiss has been short but possessive. It was her who reduced the great Scarlet Sentinel to a defenseless maiden. The girl was hers and the robed woman craved to taste all of the woman's rich bouquet of despair and confusion. The voice of her conscience was ignored as it screamed in utter disgust of how she was sexually assaulting a defenceless woman. If this made her a monster, so be it, it was the fault of the world for turning into one. Sweet bliss silenced any sense of guilt as the maiden-of-chains admired the superheroine's dumbfounded expression. "What, was that your first kiss with a woman?"<br/><br/>Glowing eyes admired the sight of scarlet cheeks through a half-lidded gaze, it almost felt like the blood rushing to the woman's face was burning Specter's pale fingers, not to mention to heat pressed against her thigh.<br/><br/><i>"Stop... You can't do this!"</i>The girl cried.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"But I can and I am..." </span>The bitter monster answered.<br/><br/><i>"I-I don't want this..." </i>The superkitten mewled, giving Spectre's guilt a small bit of fuel.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"Then what did you want to gain from not taking my first offer? All you had to do was keep your mouth shut... " </span>The guilt was quickly smothered once more, the Scarlet Sentinel had asked for this.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Has no one ever told you it's better to quickly give bad people what they want so you can get away safely? This is the hubris of your pride, superkitten."</span>The thigh between the hero's legs pressed more firmly for a moment, watching the woman's breath catch briefly. There was a heat building up beneath Spectre's stomach with each reaction and response the heroine had to the villain's stimulation. The Scarlet Sentinel was feeling it, feeling good from the villain's touch and it was exciting Spectre's cold heart and and not so cold loins in return.<br/><br/><i>"Please, you have to stop this."</i><br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"I don't have to do anything."</span>The robed villain sneered. More meek resistance from the mewling superheroine whose body was rapidly betraying her.<br/><br/>Still, Spectre relaxed her pace slightly to draw out Samantha's climb to her peak, and she spoke in a softer, gentler tone.<span style="color: #8000ff">"I won't listen until you ask properly, superkitten. Here, I'll teach you. Repeat after me:<i> I'm sorry for mocking your phone, Mistress.</i>" </span>The villain watched the trapped heroine, giving the Scarlet Sentinel the time to parrot her sentence, before feeding the woman another line. Encouraging Samantha to obey with fingers groping the heroine's rear firmer the longer she delayed repeating.<span style="color: #8000ff">"<i>Mistress, I promise not to mock you or it again.</i>"</span>The villain remembered to blink, her gaze not straying away from Samantha's face while the thigh pressed firmer and longer against the defeated hero, pushing for something agonising close.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Finally: <i>Please, Mistress, let me-</i>"</span>Spectre delaying the final word a little untill Samantha had started to repeat.<br/><br/><i><b><span style="color: #8000ff">"-come."</span></b></i>Another cruel trap woven by the villain for the formerly undefeated rising star. If the Scarlet Sentinel really had the mental faculties left to finish her line with 'free', 'go' or something in a similar vein, then the villain would instantly back off, leaving Samantha hanging both literally and metaphorically. A big if, though, and the dark Spectre of Chains would show no hesitation if she succesfully lured Samantha into begging for her 'release'. Lips pressing once more against the heroine's, while the hand on her bottom pushed the Scarlet Sentinel's groin into that thigh grinding into her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>