Foundation strained against the shackles holding his wrists, but they refused to budge. Something had washed away his superhuman strength, leaving him bound. Vulnerable. Helpless.

A thrill of fear went up his spine.

“Oh my dear Foundation, you have led me on a merry chase,” whispered the Seductress as she toyed with the hero’s nipple. “You’ve escaped me before, but this time, there’s only one way out of your predicament: on your knees!”

The rich tone of her voice, the careful caresses of her fingers, the stunning beauty of her body left Foundation feeling aroused. Horny. Hot.

A thrill of lust went down his spine … and lower.

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