–A sequel of sorts to Ambushed.

Flechette swore that just because she had no super powers didn’t mean a C-list villain like Allie Kaza’am could escape from her again. She’d prove them all wrong.

As the most determined heroine of the Libido League, Flechette had prepared herself for every trick Allie Kaza’am could possibly throw at her. The archer had noise-canceling earplugs to block Allie’s superhumanly seductive voice. She had sleep-gas grenades that would send the villainess to dreamland and spray canisters that would irritate her throat, making it impossible to speak. She had a high-tech gag that would block Allie’s every whisper with a perfectly-matched burst of white noise. And, of course, an assortment of wrist- and ankle-cuffs to keep her confined on her way to Chastity Island Prison.

The only thing Flechette hadn’t prepared for was Allie Kaza’am to tell a dozen police officers that Flechette was a villainess trying to kidnap the naughty stage magician. Even in a fight of twelve-on-one, Flechette’s combat skills had nearly prevailed—until she heard the hiss of her own sleep-gas grenade still attached to her tactical harness. The world had dissolved into a mist of slumber.

Flechette awoke to find herself naked, shackled at wrist, elbow, knee, and ankle with her own cuffs. Her own high-tech gag covered her mouth. Forcing her eyes open, she saw only canvas cushions covering the floors, walls, and ceiling. Sitting cross-legged in front of her was Allie Kaza’am, toying with a large purple dildo. Her femme tuxedo, fishnet stockings, and high heels were out of place in the padded cell.

“I’m glad you’re finally awake, Flechette!” Allie said.

Flechette tried to say Awake enough to kick your teeth in, but the sound-deadening gag swallowed her words. The noise-cancellation was so intense, even Flechette didn’t hear the slightest whisper of her own voice.

“You can curse at me all you want, dearie, but that fancy gag you brought isn’t going let you get a word in edgewise. But there’s no need to panic. I’m not one of those villains that might hurt you while you’re bound and helpless. I’ve even brought you to this padded cell to make sure that you can’t accidentally hurt yourself.”

Flechette rolled her eyes. She mouth in silence, You’re such a fucking saint, Allie.

“I know that you’re too stubborn for you to listen to my voice. At least, not yet. But such a clever, hard-working girl like you must have done your homework. You know that every orgasm will make you want to listen to my voice.”

As soon as Flechette saw Allie’s brow knit, she knew the villainess was starting to use her super-powered voice. The heroine screamed to try to block out the sound, but the gag only gave her silence. Allie’s words burrowed into Flechette’s mind. Even though she’d never heard any rumor linking sexual activity with Allie’s powers; she suddenly knew, deep in her bones, that every climax would wear down her iron will. Flechette resolved to fight against whatever pleasure Allie forced on her. Do your worst with that stupid purple dildo, bitch, she silent-growled.

Allie Kaza’am smiled. “Those are very angry eyebrows, Flechette. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were mad at me! I’d think that you were looking for every possible way to defy me. You can’t even accept that I’ve cuffed you for your own good. I made sure that there’s no possible way you can get yourself off in your current position. Even Contortioness wouldn’t be able to bring herself to climax, and she’s got actual superpowers! A normal person with no powers—like you—has absolutely zero chance of making herself cum.” Allie casually stood up and sauntered to the door. Glancing over her should with a wicked gleam in her eye, she said, “Unless you want to prove me wrong?”

Flechette screamed soundlessly as the villainess closed her into her padded cell. Thrashing against the cuffs did nothing for Flechette, least of all brought her any closer to climax. All she succeeded in doing was rolling herself over, until she faced the spot where Allie Kaza’am had been sitting.

The big, purple dildo stared her in the face. Allie had left it behind. Her loss is my gain, thought Flechette.

The archer set to work. Straining against the cuffs, wriggling across the floor, and grunting with every effort, it took more than an hour for Flechette to finish her preparations. She wedged the dildo into the opening between two canvas pads. Levering herself over it, she managed to sit down on top of it. The fake phallus slid easily into her pussy, as she’d been wet ever since Allie had first spoken to her. The pleasure of the stiff shaft was all the sweeter for the effort it had taken to achieve it.

If that bitch thinks I can’t cum in this position, she’d going to eat those words when I prove her wrong, Flechette thought. Flexing her core, back, and thighs, she managed to bounce up and down on the giant, purple dick. Before long, she was moaning silently as a massive orgasm shuddered through her body.

Flechette didn’t savor the rush of bliss for long before she set out to prove her captor wrong again. She’ll say that one cum is just luck. I need to do it again … and again … and again.

Allie Kaza’am watched on a hidden camera as Flechette rode the dildo to climax after climax. When the heroine finally passed out from the strain, Allie went in and unlocked the cuffs. With more than a dozen orgasms, even Flechette’s iron will would be powerless against Allie’s voice. The villainess admired the archer’s naked body and smiled.

Sometimes being proven wrong was the best way to know you were right.

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