Psylocke Peril Pinup 7

"Unnngh!" Betsy groaned as the masked menace grappled her from behind.
Even through the armour, she could feel his strength. She couldn't feel the individual fingers.
But she may as well had. She was losing focus as her energy to resist fled her body.
She pulled on her cloak as if to give her some hidden reserve of stamina.

"I can feel you grow weaker mind witch! Your connection to my mind is slipping." he growled.
"Let.. let me go!" she murmured in that husky Posh accent. 
"Not a single solitary chance. You already fooled me once with your illusions. Not letting that happen again."

He spun her and with a quick wack on the forehead he stunned her just enough to cease most of her feeble struggling.
"OWH!" she grunted slipping into incoherence.
"There we go, you're done for now I think. I'll tie your arms and put this cloth in your mouth, cover your eyes." he said,
laying the groggy woman down on the ground.
Psylocke breathed heavily, her chest going up and down.
He tied her up and placed her in  room and locked it. Her investigation into his activities were done. He knew he
should have polished her off, but wanted no trouble from the other capes.
But she needed to be stopped for now. He got lucky by finding her in the middle of a Psychic reading, so startled by him
pouncing on her she tried to use an Illusion to flee to a safer distance.

But shaken her illusion wasn't complete, and he saw through it. We know what happened next, defeat.