"Now, now, this looks like someone made a poor decision," Dr. Setta Flamowitz commented as she entered the security hallway outside her underground lab.

"Oh come on! Shadowlight gets to waltz into Lady League headquarters, and everybody knows what he does with you when he does!" huffed the bound wolverine, Guardian Angel, his costume already neatly lasered to bits on the ground around his feet, mechanical tentacles holding his wrists and ankles in place.

"Shadowlight has a particular dispensation due to services rendered," the dragoness replied primly. "Including being an associate member of the Lady League, which allows him to bypass the automated defenses there. You will notice he does not have that same advantage in my personal lab. And neither do you."

"I was going to just have some fun," Guardian Angel complained. "You'd've enjoyed it too!"

"And now it looks like you're still going to have some fun," Setta responded, letting her labcoat slide open and reveal the strap-on buckled in place. "Just not the kind where you're directing the action. Your shields might protect you from a more direct punishment, but you haven't been shy about your own interest, have you?" She nodded momentarily toward his twitching erection. "And you're not exactly able to hide your reaction right now, either."

"Really? Now's when you decide to be a top?" growled the wolverine, cheeks going hot as Setta smoothly stepped forward and sank the self-lubricating strap-on under his tail.

"Be sure to tell the cameras your observations," Setta said. "This is a scientific facility, after all. And if my calculations are correct, the nanites in the lube ought to have your prostate starting to really *buzz* just about now."

"Nnnnnngh!" was Guardian Angel's retort as his cock bobbed.