“Yes, I’m trying to fight your control, Marionette,” said the Amazing Amazon as she writhed beneath the supervillainess’s touch. “Even now as your fingers work me like your puppet, I’m trying to be strong. Even as I know it’s your powers that make my body sing, I long to escape your grasp. Even as I confess how hot being your fucktoy makes me, I’m clinging to resistance. Even as I kiss your tender lips, I … I … I …!”

“Oh. My. Goddess. Thank you, Marionette. That orgasm broke me. It burned my will to ashes. I feel too good to fight you. I’m yours. Yours. Please play with me forever.”

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