To the Victor, the Spoils!

Poor White Owl. She was completely unprepared for my attack. Her shocked initial gasp only resulted in her inhaling substantial amounts of chloroform with that first breath. Of course, she had also been distracted by the presence of my other hand, caressing her hosed thigh. A sense of panic began to overwhelm her...she slumped against me...eyes rolling back in her head...as her legs began to buckle.

Naturally, my sense of chivalry demanded that I carry the lady...who was now quite helpless, over my shoulder. Her long and shapely booted legs dangling in front of me...as my hands liberally caressed her magnificent hosed upper thighs and shapely derriere.

I sent this picture to daring her to attempt to rescue her friend and fellow superheroine.

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