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There was a soft ding and the doors slid open.
To reveal Neuronia in her skintight latex bodysuit, pure silver with dramatic blue stripes over her sizeable chest leading to her hips.
"You really should learn to hide that static electricity, Sparky." Her lips twisted into a smirk and her hand waved, sending him flying backwards into the back wall of the elevator. He hit the floor with a limp thud and the blackness overtook him.
"Sparky... Wake up, ya cutie..."
Tesla squirmed softly, his thoughts muddled. How long was he out for? Last thing he remembered was an elevator... And a supervillain who had knocked him out cold.
He opened his eyes slowly, his eyes adjusting to the bright light shining in his face. "So I take it I didn't get the drop on you then."
She chuckled softly from the blackness of his vision. "No, dear. You've spent most of your little incursion tied to that chair drooling on yourself. While flattering for a submissive to drool, I find I like them a little more... chatty."
"What happened last time... I came to make sure that doesn't happen to anyone else. No more heroes, no more civilians. You and I are going to settle this. Originally I suppose I wanted to have you zapped and in handcuffs by now but I guess we can't always have what we want."
"Ooooh, you've got some fire in you!" She grinned and clapped her hands together, adjusting the light so she could stand in front of him. She was clearly enjoying herself, he could see her nipples poking against the latex from where he sat. "Such a noble goal, Sparky. But why would you do such a thing if not to get back in a room with me? If not to serve me?"
He blinked several times, the planned defiance he was to offer not materialising. He didn't trust the other heroes, that was it...
It wasn't because he wanted to be captured, tied up and forced to pleasure the most dangerous woman he had ever met. Not at all.
"Your silence kinda just confirms my theory." She moved towards him, sitting upon his lap. Her gloved hands ran down his body, down to fondle at his crotch. He gasped and pressed his hips instinctively into her digits, before pulling away with a bright blush. No, he could still fight. She was just twisting his thoughts. Just.. Just...
"Shhh, sweetie... Don't struggle, I know the truth. There's no point in trying to hide it. Just enjoy it..." Her hand continued to rub and tease at the growing bulge in his uniform. A soft moan escaped his lips with the movement, and her smile grew even wider. He felt his thoughts melting as pleasured burned up through his body.
"That's it... Gooooood pet." Her voice was dripping with lust as she spoke, her hands leaving his bulge to move behind him. After a few moments, there was a dull clunk as the handcuffs restraining Tesla fell to the floor.
This is it! My big moment! I can end this once and for all and capture her! A part of Tesla beamed with pride, knowing he had won. The other parts, however, looped his hands around to her lower back as his lips pressed against her bulging nipples, knowing Neuronia to be the true winner. She let out a soft moan and wrapped her hands around the back of his head, holding him tightly against them.
"Ooooh pet, so excited.. I don't think you've earned the right to pleasure me like that yet." She smirked and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him down her body and off the chair. He whined softly as he dropped to his hands and knees, looking up to Neuro... Mistress. This was his Mistress. The errant thoughts in his head screamed to resist but, like their last encounter with Mistress, were quickly silenced.
"Prove your subservience, slave. Worship." She looked down at him with a withering stare, and he was quick to prove his worthiness. He took one of her boots, powerful black leather fetish boots, in his hands and began to kiss and lick them. Gone was the proud hero that had existed in the elevator, now all that remained was a submissive little man licking his Mistress' boots.