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Bold, fearless, and unstoppable… or so she thought. Super Girl sneaks into Mike’s mansion, determined to uncover his sinister plan. But when her stealth fails, she finds herself outmatched, overpowered, and stripped of both her suit and her dignity. Mike, the cunning villain, isn’t interested in brute power. No, he has something far more deliciously cruel in mind. With silken ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the bed, he towers over the helpless heroine, a wicked grin on his lips. “You should’ve stayed out of my business, little hero,” he purrs, tracing a finger along her trembling ribs. “But now… you’re mine.” Her breath catches as his fingers dance over her exposed armpits, teasing, tickling, reducing her to desperate giggles. She squirms, arching, but the ropes hold firm. His touch drifts lower, circling her breasts, teasing her nipples until her laughter turns breathless. His hands slide lower, tracing her inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin of her crotch before finally descending to her soles. Her feet, once so swift and sure, now jerk helplessly under his relentless touch. Giggles turn to shrieks as he scribbles his nails along her arches, digs into her toes, and leaves her a writhing, panting mess. By the end, Bramble is utterly destroyed, her laughter raw, her body slick with sweat, her pride shattered. Will she ever recover from this humiliating defeat?