Captain Alpha needed a recharge.

Something about the oppressive atmosphere of this abandoned warehouse seemed to leech the strength from her body. The Earth’s yellow sun shone bright and clear outside the window, but its nourishing rays kissed only the face and hands of the Vixen of Vigor. If she was going to continue to investigate the reports of criminal activity, she was definitely going to need more power.

Sliding her costume off of her shoulder, Captain Alpha gasped at how good the sunlight felt on her skin. Before long, the heroine had bared both breasts to the streams of daylight, moaning as the bright rays warmed her nipples.

From the shadows, Commissar Zed smiled at the sound of Captain Alpha surrendering to the pleasures of the flesh. The former Quimtonian war criminal had worked for months to engrave the runes of submission into the window glass. The more of her flesh that Captain Alpha exposed to the light, the more of her will would be suppressed in favor of blind, bottomless lust.

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