“Mmmmm. Oh, Terence fucking Tartarus. I should have known it was you,” said Platinum Panther as her arch enemy strolled into her bedroom. “If I could get out of this bed, I would punch you right in the … in the … give you a piece of my … um …”
“Why can’t you get out of bed?” asked the supervillain with a smirk.
“Every time I think of the bed I remember how goooood it feels on my skin. Mmmm. And I think how it would feel better if I took off more clothes,” the heroine said as she teased the stockings off her legs.
“Is this something you usually think about?” Tartarus asked.
“Mmmm. No. Just today. Just since I put on this necklace and this bracelet I got from … Oooh, fuck, Platinum Panther gasped. “These weren’t a gift from the mayor, were they? You sent them to me, didn’t you?”
Terence Tartarus held up his hands. “Guilty as charged. Those pieces of Compliance Jewelry are making you just the way I’ve always wanted you: horny and suggestible. Now that you’ve found me out, what are you going to do to me?”
The naked superheroing knit her brows in concentration. “I’m going to give you a piece of my ass. No. Um. My mind. Give you my mind. No. My head. Um. Give you head. No. I … um …”
The supervilain unfastened his belt. “Why don’t you just rest that pretty little head, lift up that pretty little ass and let me take whatever I want?”
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