Rider
Rider followed along silently as her captor led her past a variety of private rooms, adrenalin rushing through her and her arousal growing as her mind ran through all of the things he could do to her. Her arousal grew still further when, finally, he opened one of the doors and led her into what looked like a medieval dungeon, full of devices for inflicting pain and humiliating pleasure. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of having the various devices used on her, her panties becoming even wetter.
Quickly, Michael dragged her into the centre of the room, unchaining her only for long enough to lock her hands into a pair of manacles above her head, leaving her standing there helplessly in her revealing battle outfit, completely at her captor's mercy. Then, with his captive safely restrained, Michael addressed her.
"Now then, I must admit I'm a little ticked. While that was a good fight, and there's really nothing more I could've asked given the circumstances, I'm still a little ticked that it's over. But for now...", he said, his voice trailing off.
Rider shivered with arousal once more at the mention of him being "ticked". Whilst true anger would make this an unpleasurable experience, a little annoyance would just mean that he would make her suffer and work for the pleasure he would eventually allow her, which was exactly what she desired. She wanted to be humiliated, tortured and teased to the limits of her endurance before being left fulfilled.
Rider stood there, adrenalin flowing in anticipation, as he paced around her, drinking in the sight of her voluptuous form. Whilst she would have liked things to have been the other way around, this was definitely a very good consolation prize, and she knew she would enjoy this very much.