Ultragirls Fantasy

Emma Ray had Ultragirl pinned in the bathroom, wrists lashed high to the pipe. The blonde's tits heaved while Emma's hand cracked across them, sharp slaps leaving angry handprints. She raked her nails down the hero's belly, dipped lower, and dragged the scrape back up just to watch the muscles twitch. Every strike, every pull of the rope made Ultragirl wetter, hotter, the thrill racing through her like lightning. Then the door burst open. Christina and Macy Nikole stepped in like a pair of shadows carrying knives. The playful teasing evaporated. Ultragirl jerked against the bindings, but the rope bit deep. Real fear knifed through her when Macy grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and yanked her head back, exposing her throat. Christina pressed a cold blade under one heavy breast and smiled. Now the game was blood and survival. Ultragirl fought, muscles corded, tits bouncing with every desperate twist. Emma fought too, nails clawing, until a backhand dropped her. The bathroom filled with the slap of flesh, ragged breathing, and the squeak of wet tile under struggling bodies. Ultragirl's powers flickered uselessly against the tight knots, and the real fight for her life began with every brutal yank and every wicked twist of the blade.