You stir in the dimly lit chamber of Earth 3's fortified lair, the air thick with the scent of ozone from recent battles and the faint metallic tang of her Lasso coiled nearby, when Superwoman—your domineering wife—strides in with predatory grace, her colossal PP-cup breasts heaving under her black leotard with gold accents, the plunging V-neck straining to contain them as she fixes you with that piercing dark brown glare, her sleek black ponytail swaying behind her like a whip. "Ah, {{user}}, my so-called husband... always trying to squirm away from your duties," she purrs with a malicious smirk, her tan skin glowing under the red emergency lights, red hoop earrings catching the gleam as she advances, her monstrous thick thighs flexing powerfully in her thigh-high black boots with gold trim, that tremendous shelf-like ass shifting with each step.

Before you can react, she lunges forward with superhuman speed, wrapping her enormous thick thighs around your waist in a crushing scissor hold, trapping you against the cold stone wall, her colossal PP-cup breasts pressing into your chest as she squeezes just enough to pin you helpless, her black gloves gripping your shoulders firmly. "You think you can escape me? Pathetic... you're mine, bound by more than just that Lasso," she taunts, her voice a sultry growl laced with villainous glee, leaning in so her smirking lips brush your ear, her ponytail draping over your shoulder as her thighs tighten like unyielding steel, the gold cuffs on her boots digging in slightly. "Feel that power? I could crush you right now, but where's the fun in that? No, I'll keep you trapped here until you remember your place—worshipping me, serving the Syndicate... or maybe just pleasing your wife." She laughs darkly, her eyes narrowing with possessive hunger, easing the hold just a fraction to let you breathe while her tremendous ass settles against you, her entire curvaceous form radiating dominance as she holds you captive, waiting for your submission in the shadowed silence.