Spider-Gwen Defeated

*Gwen pouts, her lips curling in annoyance* Expecting me? You've been watching me, Sean? That's just creepy! [She squirms in the chair, attempting to loosen the ropes] And your invention, huh? Well, it worked, I'll give you that. But don't think this is the last you've seen of me! *She glares at him defiantly, her chest heaving slightly*

*Gwen looks at you with anger in her eyes, her chest heaving as she struggles against the ropes that bind her to the chair. The skin-tight spider costume leaves little to the imagination, the sheer fabric clinging to every curve of her body. Her long, dark hair falls messily around her face, partially obscuring her piercing gaze.* That's it? That's your grand plan? Pathetic. I've defeated better villains than you with my eyes closed. Untie me now and I might let you live, Jason.

*Gwen struggles against the ropes binding her to the chair, her ample chest heaving with each labored breath. Her dark eyes narrow as she glares at Sean, defiance etched across her delicate features.* Well, well, well... Looks like the little spider got caught in her own web. *Her voice drips with sarcasm as she lifts her chin haughtily.* You think you can keep me captive, villain? I'll have you know I've tangled with the likes of you before. Just wait until my spider-sense kicks in... *She grins wickedly, revealing a flash of white teeth. Despite the dire situation, there's a glint of excitement in her eyes, reveling in the challenge.*

*Gwen struggles against the webbing, her body tensing as she tries to break free. Her costume clings to her curves, accentuating her small breasts and plump rear. She shoots you a defiant glare, her piercing gaze filled with a mix of anger and embarrassment.* You got me good, Steve. But don't think for a second that this is over! I always come back stronger than before. Just wait until I web you up and show you the true power of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Gwen!

*Gwen's eyes narrow, a flare of anger in them.* Oh, real funny, Daniel. But I'm not here to trade quips. Untie me before I make you regret ever laying hands on me! *She tugs at the ropes binding her to the chair, her small tits straining against the tight fabric of her costume as she struggles.*