Crimson Valkyrie, Prisoner of Lambda Syndicate 18

Crimson stood powerless on display in the main hall of the Lambda Syndicate base for hours as Madam Nyx's prize trophy with the heavy restraints keeping her firmly in place. She had lost count how many of the beautiful, scantily clad Lambda agents she had seen walked by, drinking in the sight of her helplessness, to the point where she could almost feel all the lustful states on her body without looking. With her arms and legs pinned as they were, she could only barely move her hips and torso at first to struggle against her bonds or to try to shift her weight to rest parts of her aching body, but the movement only severed to emphasize her generous curves and drew even more attention and from the passersby. Crimson had never felt this exposed and vulnerable, and yet...she found herself not wanting to admit to a giddy sense of enjoyment at the attention, mixed with an anticipation that the next figure she saw might be her new mistress come to claim her at last....

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