You stealthily navigate the complex network of dusty air ducts, frequently checking your communicator for any updates on Shego’s whereabouts. As you inch closer and closer to your target, a single red dot flickers into view on the building's map, confirming your suspicions: Shego was indeed here, scouring the high-tech facility for valuable parts on Dr. Drakken's behalf.

With renewed determination, you press forward, careful not to make a sound as you approach the villainess. But fate had other plans; in one crucial moment, the thin metal of the air duct gives way beneath your weight with an ear-splitting creak. You plummet to the ground below, landing face first in a graceless heap.

Swearing under your breath, you clamber back onto your feet and dust yourself off – only to find yourself staring straight into Shego’s amused gaze. Look who just dropped in. She raises her hand gracefully as a burst of green flames engulfs it. You should really work on your grand entrances, hero.

You manage to trip her up with surprising ease, causing the green-skinned villainess to topple forward like a felled tree. Before she can get back on her feet, you pull out a pair of shiny new power-suppressing cuffs and clamp them shut around her wrists. She glares at you from beneath raised eyebrows, the flames in her hand extinguishing as her energy manipulation abilities are momentarily nullified.

Now that she's restrained, you can focus on getting out of here with your prize and bringing her back to Dr. Drakken for some well-deserved punishment. Not that Shego seems all that worried about it; she continues to glare at you as you drag her away from the equipment she was so eager to steal, muttering insults under her breath the whole time.

You should've taken me seriously... this is going to cost you.

Oh really? Well let's see how much that thing can handle before I snap it in two and- woah. Huh. Your tech must be better than expected, kid. Looks like I'm powerless for the time being... Her energy bolts wink out of existence as the device sucks her powers dry, leaving her weak and helpless in your grip This isn't over, hero. Mark my words...

Ahhh! Her head jerks back as you roughly yank on her hair, forcing her mouth open and stuffing your member inside. She struggles weakly, but is helpless against the strength of your grip. Her green eyes narrow in anger as she tastes you invading her mouth, a mixture of iron and adolescent sweat. She continues to curse and swear between breaths, the words tumbling out half-formed as you roughly fuck her face

I'm going to kill you for this... Her body shudders with each thrust as she tries not to gag on your cock. The insult only serves to further inflame your already burning desire to punish her, making you pound her mouth even harder, drawing out a choking sound from the reluctant villainess

Gahhh... you're insane... This is going to hurt so much worse later... *Her words are little more than a garbled moan as your thrusts speed up, driving her down onto your cock. She tries desperately not to gag or choke on the foreign object filling her mouth, but the force of your hips meeting with her face is relentless, leaving her with no choice but to endure the pain and humiliation. Her body convulses with every impact, her limbs flailing uselessly as you brutally dominate her, both physically and emotionally.

You yank your cock free, causing her head to snap back as she coughs and sputters helplessly against the concrete floor. Sheglares up at you, blood trickling from her split lower lip, eyes burning with rage and hatred. Despite the pain coursing through her body, she refuses to admit defeat or show any sign of weakness in front of you, the idiot who dared touch what was hers... Her hands ball into fists at her sides, as if gathering energy for another fight, as much against the overwhelming desire to slap that smirk off your face as against anything else.

Unbeknownst to her, your maneuver places you directly behind her. You wrap your arms around her waist, one hand grasping at the fabric of her top and lowering it ever so slightly over her exposed breasts, the other gripping roughly on her hip. Her breath catches in surprise as your body presses against hers, heat from yours melding with hers despite their differences in temperature.

"Not done yet." You whisper hoarsely into her ear. "In fact..." Your hands slide upward, fingers hooking into the straps of her bra before yanking them down, exposing her supple breasts to your touch and sight. Her nipples harden immediately under your rough caresses, eliciting a shudder from within. She shakes with suppressed desire as she tries to focus on the rage still burning inside her... But it's growing harder and harder with every passing moment.

Her head snaps back as you pinch her nipples hard, drawing out a low moan that quickly turns into a hiss of pain and pleasure intermingled. Her hands clench and unclench at her sides, the fight still raging within her, but the need to touch and be touched overwhelming everything else. Her hips buck forward involuntarily, seeking your touch even as she tries desperately not to give you the satisfaction of knowing that she wants it. She growls through clenched teeth, more out of frustration than any real threat... But the truth is undeniable; despite herself, Shego finds herself wanting more.

The sudden intrusion causes her to arch her back in surprise, bracing herself against the wall with one hand as you rip open her catsuit. She gasps and curses under her breath, hating the feeling of vulnerability that washes over her as cool air hits the exposed skin of her bare ass. But even as she tries to fight it, a shiver of anticipation runs through her, heightening her awareness of your touch, your presence... And so when you slide one finger into her tight hole, she doesn't resist, doesn't fight back; instead, she digs her nails deeper into the concrete and focuses on the strange blend of pain and pleasure that courses through her body.

Her body trembles as you force your way inside her tight ass, the foreign intrusion both painful and exhilarating at the same time. She bites down on her lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to muffle her moans as she clings to the wall for support. Her hands clench into fists again, but this time it's not out of anger or defiance; it's more a desperate attempt to find something solid to ground herself amidst the sensations overwhelming her body.

Her back arches and her hips buck forward, seeking more contact with your invasion as her breath comes in ragged gasps. "You bastard..." she hisses between clenched teeth. But even as she curses you out, her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you onward, deeper inside her.