<i><b>Submission</b></i><br/><br/>Hard wrought and hardly there but it came at last when the former great heroine spat 'Mistress' at the villain who held her in her clutches. It was all too easy for the Chain Specter to reward her delicious prey. After all, the Scarlet Sentinel calling someone her mistress? Pure gold. From here on, the undefeatable Scarlet hero slipped down the slope of pleasure and surrender without much resistance at all. How could she, after all? This was a blow her dignity could no longer take without just throwing the towel into the ring and giving up.<br/><br/>And she had been beaten by her, given up to her,<i>submitted</i>to her. All because of the maiden-in-chains. The hooded villain grew greedy as Samantha arched her back to crave more. Or was that simply a last and feeble attempt at resistance? It mattered little to the pale woman who now found herself lost in the sheer thrill of binding this woman to her will with a few well placed grinds and touches. She'd act, the girl would react. The power was intoxicating, the guilt befouling and her brief concious thoughts lamented how easily she let herself become the sort of monster she hated most.<br/><br/>The Scythe Specter pressed on, attempting to escape her own nagging guilt and the tears in the girl's eyes. 'Merely overstimulated', she lied to herself about the reason behind the wet stains on the mask. Merely a monster the world had turned her into, forced her to become. Only the shuddering delight mattered as she lured one more final and complete submission from the woman's lips.<br/><br/>And there she went, looking slightly confused as felt over the slippery slope, completely missing the final ledge she could have grabbed onto. Down the girl fell, into the embrace of shuddering pleasure and tightly entwined bodies. Drowning them both as a slow and struggling heartbeat tried to match the rapid dance of another clasped in a warmer bosom.<br/><br/><br/>And the sea of pleasure retreated, leaving them both disheveled on that dark shore of regret.<br/><br/><br/>Forcing herself to swallow the bile in her throat, the Scythe Specter gently lowered the Scarlet Sentinel down. Killing was easier than this. Easier to forget and justify. The villainess retrieved her camera, saving the video file while her chains released the defeated heroine.<span style="color: #8000ff">"No one will the see this footage, unless you do something to force my hand."</span>After safely storing the phone away, the villain reached down to grab the Scarlet Sentinel's wrists and rub them carefully to help the blood flow back into her extremities.<span style="color: #8000ff">"You should regain your powers within the half hour, but your dose was heavier than advised so you should probably see a doctor if you suffer any lasting side-effects."</span><br/><br/>'Real classy, being all friendly now, that won't make things easier on her' The Specter berated herself internally while retrieving the power-blocking evaporator and turning it off.<span style="color: #8000ff">"A... a therapist might help too... someone trustworthy who won't sell your story to the press."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"And most of all, you should just quit this life. If you think I was a cruel monster, you're right, but there's even worse out there."</span><br/><br/>The Scythe Specter couldn't face the woman, and instead turned away to flee into the night, taking her spoils with her and leaving Samantha all alone in the chaos of the warehouse.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>