The Scarlet Sentinel's full lips curled into a snarl, but the girl was helpless to stop the villain's gentle caress along her cheek and throat. There was something deeply disturbing about the caress. A punch was fine, pain was fine, that she could cope with and defend against. How was she supposed to steel her resolve from the onslaught of soft, tender touches. It was not something that she was used to. Not only that but depowered as she was currently, her skin seemed much more sensitive. It was maddening to be so helpless.<br/><br/>The taste of the kiss was still on her lips and the lingering blood tasted terrible but the kiss itself had shaken Samantha more than she cared to admit. Even though the hero did not respond to the question when it was asked,  the blush burning bright told the Scythe Spectre that it had indeed been her first kiss with another woman. The openly panting mouth closed when the Spectre chastised her for not being quiet and taking the first offer, and Samantha gave an adorable pout. She knew it was true, she should have kept her mouth shut and this humiliation could have been avoided. The villain was right, he hubris had caused this. Now she was at the mercy of the cabin-wielding woman because of it.<br/><br/>"I don't have to do anything."<br/><br/>Such a simple statement but so crushing to the troubled heroine. Her teeth grit as the pace slowed, but if anything, the pressure seemed to become more intense. Being called 'superkitten' was embarrassing but Samantha's eyes widened in shock when her adversary wanted to be called Mistress. Immediately she opened her mouth to protest but the sound died in her throat when her hand on her ass took a much tougher grip and she tugged her more tightly against the smoothness of the Spectre's thigh. Instead of indignation all that came out was a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan. Samantha shook her head, trying to deny the growing heat in the pit of her stomach.<br/><br/>Her refusal was met with the slow increase of pressure and the tighter grip on her still-covered bottom. The Sentinel could feel nails digging into her supple flesh, threatening to cut into the material of her costume while using the hard grip to force the redhead to ride the thigh she was so lewdly perched on. Samantha tried to resist but this was something that she had never trained for or even imagined happening. Breath came in quick, uneven gasps and red hair whipped back and forth with each shake of her head, but it was simply denial of the reality of the situation. She was alone and helpless with her next check in over an hour away. She could fight and risk further trouble or she could do what she should have done in the first place and give the vile woman what she wanted and maybe save what little dignity remained to her.<br/><br/>"Okay, okay!! I-I am sorry for mocking your phone, ....Mistress." It was clear that the last word was added with great difficulty. White teeth sunk into her bottom lip when the Scythe Spectre rewarded her obedience with further stimulation. It was a sight to watch lean muscles bunch under the skintight uniform and her chest straining against the material when her back arched hard, although it was not easy to tell whether she was trying in vain to escape or trying to get more pleasure. "Mistress, I... I promise not to mock it or... Or you a-again." The stammered whine was so unlike the strong hero that had quipped with her so recently.<br/><br/>Samantha's pretty eyes squeezed tightly shut and the Spectre saw tears trickling from her eyes to soak into the edge of her mask. Her body was tensed and shivering with pleasure that the woman still desperately denied. Trembling thighs pressed together around the one tormenting her and the Scarlet Sentinel sobbed softly in surrender. She knew there was no escape, no stopping the Scythe Spectre, robbed of her powers as she was. She relented. "Please Mistress, let me..." She repeated, the silence as she trailed off, filled with the rasping attempts to breathe while teetering on the edge of her release. "...cum?" She repeated, more confusion than question, not that it mattered.<br/><br/>The Scythe Spectre grabbed onto her lush bottom harder and forced the heroine to frantically hump the leg shoved between her own. With her uniform practically soaked through, the friction felt so good that Samantha, try as she might, could not stop from crying out. The sound was muffled by the other woman's hungry kiss but it did not matter. The Spectre could feel her foe's body give in, hips bucking and seeking more pleasure when her orgasm crashed over her. Disjointed jerks and strangled noises of pleasure wracked the poor girl's body and it was clear from the intensity of her release that some part of her did indeed enjoy being the helpless victim.<br/><br/>When she finally came down, still twitching and quivering, she refused to look up. She was beyond ashamed and could not bare even the thought of looking into the other woman's eyes... Or the camera that she had just remembered had captured the totality of her disgrace. The sounds of the chains rattling was the only sound until Samantha caught her breath enough to give voice to the sobs causing her chest to heave. The Scarlet Sentinel's first defeat had clearly taken a toll.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>