“You won’t get away with this, Terence Tartarus! I will make you pay for your depravity!”
“I don’t see how, Argent,” said the villain, drinking in every detail of the naked superheroine. “The electric current running through that seat uses your own super-powered muscles to hold you motionless, spread, and vulnerable.”
“I’ll keep fighting you until your generator fails.” Argent tried to close her legs. Her thighs remained open, but there was a slight flickering of the lights.
“Impressive,” said Crimson Carnality, louging in Tartarus’ lap. “But you won’t be fighting long. My magick spells are woven tight around you. Even now you can feel them probing your weaknesses, looking for cracks in your willpower to break you. To make you crawl. To make you mine.”
Argent knit her brows. “My psychic defenses are strong. Your magick will find no weakness.”
Tartarus laughed. “That’s what your plucky partner said. But now you can see that Sable is broken to our will. And as her talented tongue stokes the fires of passion within you, your concentration will falter. Your resolve will crumble. By the time you climax, you will be begging for my collar.”
“No! Sable! Snap out of it! Aaaahh. You don’t have to do this. You can fight them. Oooh god!’
The pair of villains laughed evilly.