A Super-Heroine New Year’s Eve

Fetish Material: public stripping, public sex, seduction, cuckolds forced to watch, two girls one dude, bondage, humiliation, slavery, conversion, interracial.

Preface: This is a long one, so I inserted some chapter breaks. It is set in an amalgamated universe, with a mixture of DC, Marvel, and Mr. X characters and a handful of my own villains from previous stories all existing side by side with minimal explanation. I also added three new heroines of the Asian persuasion since I wanted more diversity in the pussy available. The most notable of the villains to previously appear in my own stories is the Wing Girl, whose one-sentence summary is ‘body of an angel, soul of a demon.’ She is a false heroine – i.e. a turncoat heroine who is secretly working with (and sleeping with) the villains and gets off, sexually, on seeing her fellow heroines get taken down.

Trigger Warning: there are a couple brief instances of what might be interpreted as dude on dude (depending entirely on what you consider Panthris to be) but they are not described in detail nor the focus of the story. Still, you have been warned.

Additional Warning: all non-English dialogue was done via very brief internet research and/or Google translate. It is there for flavor and I cannot vouch for its accuracy.

Hit END for a short summary. Because there are a LOT of characters in this, many of whom have had many different costume variants and etc., I also put a Cast of Characters section in just above the summary with a brief description of each character, to help people keep them all straight.

Table of Contents

Chapter One: 10PM – Small Talk

Chapter Two: 10:30PM – The Villains Arrive

Chapter Three: 11PM – The Breasts Come Out

Chapter Four: Midnight – The Panties Drop

Chapter Five: One Minute Past, Part One – Kisses

Chapter Six: One Minute Past, Part Two – Ms. Americana Falls

Chapter Seven: One Minute Past, Part Three – Endgame for Wonder Woman

Chapter Eight: One Minute Past, Part Four – The Boob Window gets Filled

Chapter Nine: One Minute Past, Part Five – Look Who’s Cumming to Dinner

Chapter Ten: A Quarter Past, At Last – Escalation Ramp, Terminal Kino

Chapter Eleven: Twenty Minutes Past – First Pussy

Chapter Twelve: Twenty Five Minutes Past – Massacre

Chapter Thirteen: Half Past Midnight – Last In, All In

Chapter Fourteen: 1AM – the Binding

Chapter Fifteen: 1:15AM – the Exchange

Chapter Sixteen: 2:00 AM – The All-Night Train

Chapter Seventeen: 6:00 AM – The Walk of Shame

Appendix: Cast of Characters

Summary

Chapter One: 10PM – Small Talk

The Fifth Annual Amalgamated Super New Year’s Bash was a tepid bore… until the villains showed up.

It was lavish. Held in Tony Stark’s palatial penthouse, floor-to-ceiling windows gave spectacular views of the New York skyline on three sides. Caped and cowled heroes swirled amongst marble pillars, clusters of leather sofas, and plush private seating areas. Top shelf liquor and gourmet delights flowed like water. Below, teeming crowds could be seen, flooding towards Times Square.

But the super-men outnumbered the super-women five to one. As the ‘heroes’ got more drunk and started to over-compete for ass the ladies rapidly clustered together for their own protection, leaving the rest of the party a gigantic super-sausage fest. Gathering under the guardianship of Wonder Woman’s staggering and hero-intimidating star-spangled form, the heroines ended up holding a strategic location, in between the side of the main bar and one corner of the room and open on only one side. On the other two sides the wall-length windows, due to the darkness outside, were partially reflective… giving the distant heroes, as they distant pined from afar over their drinks, the dubious consolation that they got to enjoy the sight of their heroines’ bodies jiggling both from in front and from behind.

At about ten, wearing a huge grin on his drunken face, Tony himself detached himself from a conversation and decided to make another attempt to break up the all-female cluster. He stumbled over to stand behind Wonder Woman, where she stood chatting with her fellow females. “Enjoying the party, ladies?” he purred, swaying slightly in a half-open tuxedo, and spilling a bit of his half-finished martini.

“Yes,” Wonder Woman said, coolly. She turned to face him. “But not the interruption,” she said, fixing the intruding male with a withering glare.

Tony gaped back, and gulped. His usual smoothness suddenly deserted him under the Amazon Princess’s gaze. “Of course, of course,” he said swiftly, instinctively smoothing things over. Then his usual smirk returned. “But, uh… don’t forget whose hospitality you’re enjoying, sweet cheeks,” he said, and gave her a little wink.

Hands trembling upon her buxom hips, fingers caressing the skimpy hips of her scoop-front star-spangled panties, Wonder Woman stared down at him, the already frosty expression upon her gorgeous crowned face becoming positive arctic. “I’ll take it under advisement,” she hissed. “Now go man-splain to someone else!” Then she pointedly turned her back to him, presenting him with the sole consolation of being able to view her magnificent, swaying, star-spangled ass.

Tony took a swig of his drink, finishing it in one gulp He got one last long look at the Amazon’s spectacular jutting backside, and glared in frustration. Then he turned, and stalked away. “Uptight bitch,” he muttered, under his breath, as he went to get himself a fresh drink.

“Awww…” the Power Girl said, as, over Wonder Woman’s shoulder, she watched their blue-balled host depart. “Why didn’t you let him in?” On awesome display through the infamous boob-window of her white one-piece costume, her titanic boobies surged back and forth like the tides as her half-Kryptonian body swayed drunkenly. “I would have enjoyed toying with him,” she cooed, her lips curling up naughtily.

“I wouldn’t bother,” the White Queen purred. Standing opposite the ultra-buxom blonde, she wore her fur cloak draped over her shoulders, and her voluptuous body squeezed into its classic pure-white corset-and-thong-panties combo beneath. Lifting a long wine glass to her lips she took an elegant sip, then smiled sultrily. “There’s only one thing he’s after – and he’s terrible at it.”

Power Girl’s lovely, short-blonde-hair-framed face wrinkled slightly, as she gave a pouting frown. “That may be,” she admitted, but he’s still cute!” She took another sip of her drink, and then added, with a coy smile, “and rich.”

The White Queen’s sultry smirk broadened, in response. “He has a tiny penis,” she purred, through luscious red lips, delighting in crushing her fellow heroine’s dreams. “And it’s limp half the time.”

“Really?” Power Girl said, crestfallen. Her voluptuous body wiggled in disappointment at the news. “How do you know?”

The White Queen smiled, and silently tapped her forehead.

“Oh,” Power Girl said, and hung her head. Lifting her drink, the ultra-busty heroine drowned her aching disappointment in a deep gulp of her double mojito.

“You shouldn’t do that here!” Supergirl interjected sharply, glaring at the mutant ex-villainess from another place in the shapely circle of clustered heroines. Her powerful yet shapely body wiggled with agitation, clad in a form-fitting blue top with her cousin’s trademark S-shield arcing across her gargantuan bouncing tits and a pleated red skirt that reached just a few inches down her spectacular thighs. “Not… not with so many secret identities hovering around…” she added, looking around with concern.

“Oh, I lost the concentration needed to do that four or five glasses ago,” the White Queen cooed, cheerily, before happily taking another sip of her red wine. She lowered it, red lips stained dark, and her smirk broadened. “But you hardly need to read minds to know that all of the super-dudes around us are rather less than super inside their pants, dear…” she cooed, finger stroking the stem of her glass naughtily.

“Really?” Supergirl gasped. She appeared completely flustered by this thought.

Across from Supergirl the heroine known as Valkyrie swayed so that she nearly spilled some of her dark beer, and smirked derisively. “How do you of all heroines not know that?” Brunnhilda asked. “Don’t you have X-ray vision?!”

A statuesque blonde, Valkyrie wore her golden waist-length hair in two long braids. She wore a sleek black leather one-piece over which were fitted pieces of steel armor, including two huge breast-plates to hold her jiggling Nordic jugs. Besides that, she wore knee-length flared black leather boots, metal armlets, and a long blue cape. Smirking, she tapped a finger of the hand not holding her beer to the side of her eyes.

Supergirl squirmed, her short pleated skirt swishing back and forth just below her crotch in front, and the swell of her ample round ass behind. “Well, yes,” the Kryptonian blonde admitted. “I do. But I would never use it to look at a man’s… you, know… his…his…”

“His penis?” Valkyrie cooed, her luscious lips smirking.

“Yes, that!” Supergirl gasped. She shook her free hand as if trying to detach something icky from it.

“Well, that is noble of you,” said the beautiful redhead in the slinky gown just beside her, “But, really dear - you don’t need X-ray vision to know most so-called super-men are hung like super-mice.”

Near as any of them knew, the gorgeous model Mary Jane was the only non-heroine woman Tony had invited to his little shindig. Based on the wedding ring gleaming upon her slender finger, she was married to one of the heroes, but whoever he was he had abandoned his ball and chain almost immediately to go party with his bros. Her voluptuous body appeared to have been literally poured into the tiny, strapless, sequence-covered evening gown she wore, which reached no more than a few inches down her shapely thighs on bottom and on top swooped down from barely covering her enormous rack in front to just above her ample butt in behind. In a sop to super-hero fashion, she wore a sparky masquerade mask upon her face.

Beside her stood a tall and statuesque blonde in a skimpy black one-piece, mask, and thigh-boots, with a red sash tied around her voluptuously swelling waist. A golden lightning bolt arced up across her considerable boobage. She smirked, behind her mask.

“That’s true…” Ms. Marvel cooed. Smiling slyly, she nodded with her glass out into the crowd of surrounding heroes. ”Superhero fashion sense doesn’t leave much to the imagination!” she purred… seemingly seeing no hypocrisy in the extremely well-displayed state of her own spectacularly shapely form.

Curious, Supergirl panned her pretty face around, following Carol’s gaze. Other, older heroines, ones who hadn’t just recently fallen to Earth, smirked into their drinks and waited forlornly for her to see it. They didn’t need to look to check what they already knew.

Around the room dozens of heroes swiftly looked away, and tried to pretend they hadn’t been staring at the cluster of scantily-clad, buxom heroines. But they could fool no one. For, though they turned their faces away with superhuman speed they could do nothing to hide the tiny yet obviously throbbing boners poking out through their skintight suits or their tiny externally-worn speedos.

Supergirl gasped, her face falling open in dismay. She had resolutely kept her eyes up at all times, to be polite, and so had continued to think her super-human guy friends were as super between their legs as they were elsewhere. Now the scales fell from her lovely slate-blue eyes. None of the tiny boners throbbing painfully away before could possibly have been longer than three inches. She moaned, turned her pretty disillusioned face back into the feminine circle and, squirming, consoled her crushed hopes by taking a stiff gulp of her wine cooler.

“Be that as it may,” the Black Cat purred, changing the topic.

Also living proof that super-heroes were not alone in leaving little to the imagination, the voluptuous cat-burglar-cum-heroine looked like she had been practically poured into her skintight black suit. It was unzipped halfway to her navel in front, exposing a vast amount of stunning jiggling cleavage that left little doubt to anyone she was not wearing a bra.

“Even if they have no dicks,” Felicia purred, “they still have tongues.” She smirked, wiggling her buxom hips suggestively, before finishing her thought. “Sooner or later, Wonder Woman, you’re going to have to let some of those losers slip in and start chatting us up. Or else, come midnight, absolutely none of us are going to get kissed!”

At these words, several heroines squirmed and whimpered in mournful horror. Even Wonder Woman seemed momentarily afflicted at the thought. Heaving a heavy sigh that caused her enormous, golden-eagle-clad breasts to bounce and wobble dramatically in their tight cups, her gorgeous crowned face briefly looked wistful. “I will admit,” the Amazon Princess sighed. She licked her lips, a little wiggle passing through her star-spangled bottom. “That… that is one tradition of Man’s World that… intrigues me. I don’t have the time or desire for a boyfriend, but the thought of one quick kiss, just at the start of the year… could be right up my alley.”

“Well then, why wait for midnight?” Zatanna cooed, smirking.

Clad in top hat and tails over a swooping black panty and fishnets, the busty sorceress raised her glass of red wine high and rotated its stem in a slow circle, to once more metaphorically take in the entire super-heroic sausage-fest braying and boozing outside their pneumatic little circle.

“I don’t think there’s a single super-hero here, married or straight,” she purred, “who wouldn’t trade away his little ill-concealed wiener for a chance to lay a kiss on the Maiden of Might.” The smirk upon her full red lips broadened, while her long-lashed eyes fluttered sultrily. “Even if it was on her boots…” she added, batting her lashes and smirking.

Wonder Woman lifted her head and, like Supergirl before her, took a look around the room behind her. Over a dozen heroes looked away hastily, trying to pretend they hadn’t been staring at the famous Amazon’s epically jutting and round, skimpily star-spangled ass. But, as before, the tiny but unmistakable bulges in their little super-briefs gave the game entirely away. Turning back into the circle, Wonder Woman scowled.

“Because,” the Maiden of Might said, contemptuously, “I’m not that desperate yet.” Tilting her head back, she downer all her remaining wine in one gulp.

Her sharp remark killed the topic stone dead. For several minutes the ladies’ conversation lapsed into more low-key topics, murmured back and forth between individual clusters of heroines. Beautiful masked heads leaned close to whisper to each other, over the roar of the party. Huge breasts sloshed in straining bras, achingly close to one another… occasionally brushing against one another.

Their universally round yet flawlessly taut asses faced outwards, straining at the skimpy faces of innumerable tiny heroine panties, waving back and forth almost tauntingly at the surrounding men. Many, many super-heroes stared and licked their chops, boners pulsing like made in their speedos – but, intimidated by Wonder Woman, none of them worked up the courage to leave their own groups and make a move, and instead buried their urges in drink after drink after sorrow-succoring drink.

Then there was a brief stir and rumble in the crowd of frustrated and increasingly drunk dudes. Looking up, the super-heroines gasped with pleasure to see three more ladies finally strutting into the room.

The first was Maya Maharani, a luscious and shapely Hindu beauty who wore translucent veils over her face and flapping down between her long copper-skinned legs, over a skimpy tiger-stripe bikini and long golden sandals whose wrappings reached all the way up her sleek calves.

Just behind her came Tong-il Sonyeo aka ‘UniGirl’, a cute and athletic Korean beauty whose sleek and shapely curves were squeezed into a South Korean Flag bikini with matching red and blue boots, gloves, and mask.

Last, but certainly not least as far as the gaping super-heroes were concerned, came Taiyo no Otome, aka the Sun Maiden of Japan. Her exceptionally voluptuous figure jiggling beneath a cute simpering face drew numerous stares. The fact those luscious curves had been grown inside some Japanese nationalists’ lab, and that as a result she had the old Imperial rising suns emblazoned across both the front and seat of the scoop-front panties into which were squeezed her sleek crotch and rotund ass, as well as both of the huge string-bikini bra cups in which jiggled her gargantuan H-cup breasts, seemed to do nothing to dissuade the American heroes’ lustful attention.

But if the heroes’ had been hoping to get a little foreign tail, those hopes were swiftly dashed. Sidling shyly away from every attempt by the swarming drunken heroes to engage them in conversation, the Asian trio made a beeline for the safety of their fellow super-heroines’ ranks. Giant smiles and halting introductions swiftly followed, with both UniGirl and Taiyo bowing frequently as they were introduced to many new American heroines.

Often having gotten to watch the Asian beauties strut and jiggle right past, completely ignoring their attempts at introduction (which were often stepped on by like attempts from the heroes to either side) the sausage fest collectively grumbled at the lost opportunity to chat up a little more foreign tail. But, if their super-balls were starting to turn blue, the party’s heroes could console themselves that one more set of ladies on the guest list had yet to arrive. They didn’t have long to wait.

“Oh, good!” Ms. Marvel said, eyes perking up, as another tell-tale rumble and sudden mass turning of hero heads clued her in that something large-breasted her way came. She craned her head, and smiled, as the masked faces she had been hoping for swiftly appeared, demurely waving aside numerous offers from horny heroes of drinks. “They’re here!” she said. Her eyes darkened, and a smirk spread across her lips. “Good. Now at least the heroes will have a few more buxom asses to paint targeting lasers on from afar, besides ours…” the former test pilot cooed.

Soon cutting straight through the party and, like the Eastern beauties before them, making straight for the safe harbor of Wonder Woman’s protected all-female cluster, seven heroines strutted forward. The heroes, long starved of pussy, gaped in disbelieving awe at the sea of enormous jiggling breasts that was suddenly strutting through their midst. But being nice guys at heart and afraid of unintended touches, the mass of capes nevertheless parted like the Red Sea before the bouncing advance of Ms. Americana’s enormous bra cups.

Cooing with delight, the heroine herd turned and spread out into a little semicircle, like a fortress opening up briefly to accept a fleeing band of refugees.

“Sorry we’re late,” Ms. Americana purred, as she came to stand before them, huge breasts slowly jiggling to a halt as she put her hands on her hips. On one side, also strutting up to a smirking halt, came Got Gal, Jungle Babe, and Wolf Woman. On the other came Lady Midnight, Green Specter, and Alpha Woman.

“Yes, sorry!” Green Specter cooed. She smirked, slightly. “Turns out navigating two super-cars full of heroine ass through the streets of Manhattan, without getting mobbed by drunken howling louts, is not easy. Especially on New Year’s Eve night!”

Smiling welcomingly, Wonder Woman came forward as representative from her group and stood before Ms. Americana. “Glad you could make it,” the Amazon Princess cooed, extending her hand in greeting.

“Likewise,” Ms. Americana said back, taking it.

But despite the pleasantries a brief spark of rivalry flashed in each heroine’s eye as their hands touched. Each of their buxom, star-spangled bottoms wiggled slightly, in agitation. Wonder Woman was near universally acknowledged as the leading heroine of the world, but Americana was the dominant heroine of her own large crew and not used to playing second fiddle.

“I’m pleasantly surprised to see you,” Wonder Woman said, as she withdrew her hand. Her luscious red lips bent up in a tiny smirk. “Tony doesn’t give invitations to just anybody.” Her smirk broadened, and she let her eyes cast a disparaging eye up and down her rival’s equally star-spangled body. “Well… usually,” she cooed.

Ms. Americana’s eyebrows went up, slightly. But she blew off the veiled mean-girl posturing with a laugh. “Let’s face it, Diana” the Queen of Justice purred. “The only thing Tony needed to look at to put either of us on his little list were these, right down here.” So saying, smirking, she pointed to the two pairs of gigantic breasts jiggled back and forth, so close their ponderous tips nearly brushed on each heavy yet pneumatic sway: Ms. Americana’s staggering pair straining her patriotic bra, Wonder Woman’s stunning cleavage jiggling between the tight squeezing cups of her golden-eagle-decorated bustier.

Wonder Woman’s glare flickered and then, despite her foul mood, cracked into a broad bemused smile. “Isn’t that the truth?” she cooed, mollified. Relaxing, she ran her hand through her hair, and extended the other invitingly towards her fellow heroines. “Come. Join us,” she said. Sighing with relief that their respective alphas had settled their momentary differences, the two buxom heroine tribes strutted forward and, shaking hands, began to mingle eagerly with each other. Many of the gorgeous heroines had not seen each other in years, and had much whispered gossip to catch up upon.

“You acting as chaperone?” Ms. Americana asked, as she and Wonder Woman stood side by side and, each of their hands resting proudly upon their buxom hips, observed the swirling all-female camaraderie before them with satisfaction. Behind them, grumbling and thwarted, the blue-balled heroes had already turned back to drown their bitterness in drinks.

“Yes,” Wonder Woman cooed, eyes becoming half-lidded in smug satisfaction. “Those drunk so-called ‘heroes’ back there are only interested in one thing – and I’m not going to let them trick any of my heroines into it. Not on my watch.”

“Good!” Ms. Americana laughed.

“I actually am very glad you made it,” Wonder Woman said. “Dicks are so persistent. They were starting to wear me down. I’m not sure I could handle one more attempt to-“

Suddenly, her softly purring voice was cut off by a loud, rumbling, and ribald call, from just behind them.

“Hey! Super-Sluts!” the deep voice rumbled. “Long time no see!”

Wonder Woman, Ms. Americana, and the entire throng of accumulated heroines whirled instantly, their faces flashing with fury, to see what drunken hero had dared to speak so rudely to them. Their eyes shone as their chins automatically lifted high with haughty anger, prepared to put him in his place. Then, as one, their eyes widened and their jaws dropped in shock, as they saw what it was that was actually bearing down upon them.

“Oh, my Goddess!” Wonder Woman gasped, hands flying up from her hips in shock, in the tone of someone noticing something putrid stuck to the bottom of her shoe. “Who… who invited THEM?!!”

Chapter Two: 10:30 PM – The Villains Arrive

Heading straight towards the pack of buxom, scantily-clad prey was The Cabal: a criminal crew composed of some of the worst, lewdest villains on record.

At the center, towering over the others, head shadowed by his armored mask and purple cape swirling behind him, came the evil mastermind known as Lord Vile. An evil alien scientist from the stars, Vile was infamous for creating armies of fiendish mutants under his psychic control… many of which had a taste for heroine pussy.

Upon Vile’s arm swayed the voluptuous villainess known as Panthris. She wore a slinky strapless evening gown, with two long slits up the side reaching to her hips. Those few heroes still sober enough to even notice the villains’ presence in their party and realize who they were through the darkness promptly got their gazes side-tracked gaping in awe at the immense cleavage bounding back and forth beneath the villainess’s huge smirking lips, and on the tantalizing glimpses of her long sleek thighs that kept peeking out from under her dress.

Meanwhile, coming just behind Vile and his pneumatically swaying companion the rest of the Cabal followed in a long and menacing line. To his right stalked the notorious pith-helmeted Bush Poacher, then, the giant green villain known as the Aberration, then the huge hulking ape known as Gorilla Groxx, and then the grey-skinned aquatic mutant known as the Leviathan.

As they approached the buxom heroines the first two had huge straining bulges in their pants. The Leviathan, in a sop to surface-world conventions, had squeezed his notorious shark-like namesake into a straining purple speedo. The gorilla hadn’t even bothered with that much, and had a limp yet foot-long beast openly dangling between his legs, animal-style. The heroines gasped and, keeping their pretty eyes studiously high, tried to pretend they hadn’t noticed… hands trembling in shock upon their drinks.

To Vile’s left, meanwhile, came the evil masked wrestler who went by the stage name Attila the Hung, the rapier-thin Spaniard known as the Matador, the sinister black hit man known as Kop Killah, and the notorious rocker-turned-villain Tommy Crude. They too had an assortment of huge bulges in their suits which, gasping, the virtuous vixens upon their side also did their level best to pretend they hadn’t seen. The hulking Attila had a cooler balanced easily on one massive shoulder, as did the Aberration.

As one the heroines gaped in shock at the sight of the approaching villains. Most of the heroes appeared too busy guzzling down their beer or gaping at Panthris’s body to intervene. The heroines, of course, were just as buxom and even better displayed than the villainess, but forbidden fruit, as they say, is always the most tempting. Then, shaking her head, Wonder Woman recovered. Resuming her instinctive place as alpha female she stepped boldly forward and, spreading her mighty legs wide, put her hands upon her hips - interposing her imposing buxom body between the horde of villains and the giant-breasted herd of heroines upon whom they were very openly descending.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, her beautiful contralto voice cracking like a whip. “I thought we saw the last of you years ago. Shouldn’t you criminals be in jail?!”

Almost exactly three years prior the villains of the Cabal had enacted their master plan to achieve world domination, by stealing the parts for Lord Vile’s mind-controlling NegaBomb. The heroes and heroines of the world had banded together and foiled their scheme, but just barely. In return for giving up the code to the bomb which, after a little heroic tampering was ‘just’ a city-annihilating doomsday device, they had cut a deal. The heroes had never exposed the extent of the villains’ scheme and as a result, to their later chagrin, in their subsequent plea bargain the Cabal had all gotten light sentences.

“Correct, Princess” Vile said, as he slowly approached to loom a head taller before her, just a few meters away. “You did. We went to prison. And now, we are out on parole.” Letting Panthris go he stepped forward to mirror Wonder Woman’s stance as spokesperson for their respective prides. “Did you not hear?” he asked down into her gorgeous, uplifted, and suspiciously glaring face. “It was in all the papers, I am told.”

“Oh,” Wonder Woman said, blushing slightly. “Right.” Through the alcohol swirling in her brain she now barely remembered hearing of it on the news. The early possibility of parole had been a condition of their plea. It probably hadn’t helped matters that super-villains always cost the government a fortune to keep imprisoned. Her eyes narrowed. “Well, that may be,” she said, swaying slightly from side to side in both inebriation and agitation, and folding her arms beneath her gigantic jigging breasts. “But… you guys tried to turn us all into your slaves, and take over the world. You almost killed millions! Don’t think we’ve forgotten that, just because you’re out of prison!”

“You wound us, heroine” Vile said. He bowed slightly, his huge cape billowing around him. His face, as always, was unreadable behind his steel mask. “Do you not believe in rehabilitation? In prison we learned the error of our ways. Now, I assure you, we have all gone completely straight.”

“I believe in rehabilitation,” Wonder Woman muttered. Her eyes flashed, with residual fury at her memories of what he had done. “Just not for the likes of men who tried to enslave me,” she hissed.

“A pity,” Vile said, shaking his head. “I would not expect you of all women to be so bigoted.”

“Oh, don’t you even START to-,” Wonder Woman began to retort, then pulled back, rolled her head, and re-centered. “Okay. You’re out on parole? Fine.” Detaching one arm out from under her huge breasts, she waved a hand dismissively through the air. “I don’t agree with it, but that’s the decision of Man’s Law, and while in Man’s World I abide by its laws. But be that as it may…what are you villains doing HERE, of all places? At OUR party?!”

“One of the conditions of our release is not to return to any of our old hideouts, or associate with our former criminal acquaintances,” Vile pointed out, archly. “We can hardly go party with any of our old friends. And besides. Where would you rather we be tonight, super-heroine? Out, among the general public? Or here, where we are outnumbered twenty to one and surrounded by heroes as far as the eye can see.”

He raised both hands and spread them, to indicate the great rumbling swirl of half-drunken capes that surrounded them on three sides. On the fourth, glittering, lay the floor-to-ceiling window through which Manhattan gleamed… and in which the voluptuous and scantily-clad asses of the arrayed heroines happened to be deliciously and conveniently reflected for the villain’s viewing pleasure. Said asses waved back and forth deliciously for him, seemingly completely oblivious to that fact. He took a moment to savor the sight, while his eyes still appeared studiously high, then looked back down into Wonder Woman’s glaring face.

“Even if you are right and we are still evil,” he purred down to her, “can you think of anywhere on Earth safer for us to be than here, tonight, heroine?”

“No…” Wonder Woman admitted. She squirmed in discomfort, in finding her forced to agree with the notorious villain. She bit her lip, her beautiful face briefly appearing stymied. The alcohol already swirling inside her curvaceous flesh was making it difficult for her to refute his arguments. Standing before the men of the cabal, her eyes briefly dropped, and suddenly her mind became even more distracted. Then Wonder Woman shook her head sharply, and got her brain back on track… mostly.

“No!” she said, sharply. “That’s a good point, I admit but… but it’s not what I meant.” She caught her breath and cleared her head, blinking. “I mean, this is a private party,” she continued. Lifting a hand off her buxom hip she too gestured around her, rhetorically. “We stand in Tony Stark’s penthouse, for Hera’s sake. I’m pretty sure it has more security than the White House. So how in the name of Zeus’s male chauvinist butthole did you scummy lowlifes even get in?!”

“You made it!!!” a high pitched voice suddenly squealed, from high above.

The heroines stepped back with a startled gasp as a blur of gold and white suddenly swooped down from the cavernous ceiling of the penthouse into their midst. Alighting daintily upon pure white go-go boots, the swooping blur rapidly resolved itself into the shape of a beaming young blonde, with shining blue eyes and wide-spread angelic white wings. She wore a tiny white dress that flew up around her as she landed giving both sides, hero and villain alike, a brief gaping glimpse of skimpy, pure-white panties swooping high up on her hips. Then the dress slowly settled back down around her shapely hips. Folding her wings behind her and grinning, the new heroine put her hands upon said skirt-clad hips and beamed, brightly.

“Hi!” she said, facing the gaping heroines, eyes closed and face lifted proudly. “I’m the Wing Girl!” Then she opened her eyes and beheld exactly which buxom heroine it was who stood before her. Her face lit up like a slot machine on hitting the jackpot. “Ohmygosh!” she gasped, her jaw dropping and her mouth spreading into a delighted grin. “It’s YOU!”

Wonder Woman gasped as she was suddenly found her arms filled with a swarm of eager, squirming, squealing blonde. “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod! It’s you!” Wing Girl cried, bouncing up and down and burying her delighted face into Diana’s massive eagle-bustier-clad rack. Wonder Woman gasped. She would never have allowed a man to approach her this way, but with the excited young girl she found she could only reach around, and pat her reassuringly upon her taut shapely ass. Lifting her flush, awed face up out of the Maiden of Might’s deep, jiggling cleavage, Wing Girl stared up into her childhood idol’s gaping, tiara-crowned face in fan-girlish awe. “Ohmygosh!” the blonde gushed, bouncing up and down in her arms. “I had your posters all over my bedroom! You were the one who made me want to become a super-heroine! Ohmygosh, I can’t believe it’s you!” Then, throwing her arms around her shoulder, the blonde gave the mighty Amazon a deep, clinging hug.

Wonder Woman gaped, chin lifting and lips quivering as she was swarmed by the blonde’s adoring assault. Over the young heroine’s shoulder, she could see the villains leering at the innocent yet distinctly Sapphic-looking embrace squirming about before them. Intensely aware of the voluptuous blonde’s flawless young body rubbing against her own, the Amazon put a hand on the Wing Girl’s shoulder and gently pushed her away.

“That’s… that’s nice,” Diana said, slowly. “But, I’m, uh… I’m very sorry… who are you again?”

“Oh, my apologies!” Wing Girl gasped, blushing. Backing up, she put a hand upon her belly, beneath her ample, strapless-white-dress clad breasts, and bowed slightly. “My name is Wing Girl,” she said, cheerfully. “I’m a new heroine with the UNIT. These guys are my first assignment.” She pointed a slender finger at the hulking, smirking villains. “I’m their parole handler!” she chirped. She looked over her shoulder, and briefly regarded the arrayed villains with an indulgent, almost maternal smile. Then, hands upon her hips, she turned back to Wonder Woman and gave her a brilliant, infectiously enthusiastic smile. “They haven’t been misbehaving, have they?” she asked, smirking, in a ‘boys will be boys’ tone.

“Well, uh, actually,” Wonder Woman murmured. She squirmed back and forth, slightly, her foul mood struggling to maintain itself beneath the blonde’s unrelentingly sunny assault. “They… they were rather… rude. To me, specifically,” she said. It was apparent from the expression upon her face that even the Maiden of Might was struggling not to find the complaint trivial and petty. But her big star-spangled ass still quivered, slightly, at the memory of the insulting language they had used to introduce themselves to her.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Wing Girl cooed. She waved a hand, dismissively. “They’ve just got out of prison and are still a little coarse, that’s all. C’mere.”

Latching onto the startled Amazon’s shoulder with one hand, Wing Girl used the other to beckon the other heroines closer. Curious, murmuring in confusion, the huge-breasted and scantily-clad herd obediently moseyed forward and, bending low, joined her in an impromptu huddle. In the process, they left their buxom scantily-clad asses facing outwards. Their luscious bottoms lifted upwards and wiggled side by side in an immense ring, which rapidly caused every single male face in the party, hero and villain alike, to turn and gape in drooling awe.

“Ladies,” Wing Girl whispered. Within the gloriously pneumatic huddle she was treated to over a dozen gorgeous heroine faces gaping up at her… and below, over a dozen pairs of gargantuan breasts hanging down, jiggling heavily, and affording her a perfect view right down into their gloriously jostling cleavage. “Listen,” she whispered. “As a personal favor: for just this one night, let these guys mingle with you.”

“But… but Wing Girl,” Taiyo no Otome gasped, huge Japanese breasts jiggling beneath her in their straining Rising Sun cups, “they are villains!”

“Ex-Villains!” Wing Girl corrected, stridently, raising a corrective finger within the huddle. “Come on, Ms. Sun Idol… don’t you believe in the healing power of love?”

“Well…” Taiyo said, slowly. “I do. But…” Her voice trailed off. Outside the circle, her voluptuous Rising Sun decorated bottom wiggled nervously… much to the amusement of the patiently watching criminals.

“Look,” Wing Girl cooed, eyes half lidded, as she looked around the gaping circle. “I’m not asking you to sleep with them or anything.” Her lips curled up. “Unless you really want to, of course,” she cooed. Another round of confused squirming quivered amongst the heroines’ uplifted bottoms, to the yet further delight of any and all men outside their circle. “All I’m asking is that you let them in amongst us, talk with them,” Wing Girl continued. “Maybe flirt a little. Show them the glories of the straight and narrow. After all, can you think of anyone better suited to persuade their tainted hearts of the virtues of being good, than the most beautiful and powerful women on the face of this Earth?”

Flattery worked wonders within the semi-inebriated heroines’ minds. One by one, one pair of beautiful lips after another turned up into a little smirk at the thought of using their faces and bodies to lure their unsuspecting former enemies, sheep-like, onto to the proper path. A path, specifically, that involved them using less foul language and doing what women told them. Looking around, feeling the mood of her fellow females shift and persuaded by Wing Girl’s arguments, finally even Wonder Woman herself reluctantly nodded.

“Alright, Wing Girl,” she said, speaking for everyone. “We’ll do it!” Murmurs of agreement rippled up throughout the busty, eagerly wiggling circle. On an unspoken signal the heroines burst from their huddle and, rising back up, breasts jiggling, turned to once more stand before the waiting villains in a long and spectacularly voluptuous row. Wonder Woman stepped out in front, re-assuming her customary place, with grinning Wing Girl coming up to stand just beside her and behind her, as if adopting the position of her lieutenant.

“Apologies for the delay,” Diana said, bowing slightly.

“No trouble at all…” Lord Vile purred.

“What I meant to say…” Wonder Woman said, “is that it would be our pleasure for you gentlemen to join us this evening.” Stepping to one side, the mightiest heroine on Earth gestured them forward invitingly towards the herd of wide-eyed, huge-breasted beauties who waited, still squirming slightly themselves, just behind her.

A smile cracked across Vile’s face.

“Thanks, bitch,” he said.

Diana’s eyes went wide and her jaw dropped to hear that word applied to her. But, before she could otherwise react, Attila the Hung had re-shouldered his cooler and the smirking villains had begun obediently coming forward. They swept past her, as she stood frozen and gaping in shock, descending en masse upon her sisters.

Said sisters reacted very diversely to the approach of the villains. To say, idealistically, that they would be glad to bring them into their group while huddled safely together was one thing. To actually see the huge, hulking, leering super-criminals bearing down on them was very different. Slowly, reluctantly, the voluptuous heroines moved apart, making space for the smirking villains amongst them. There were twice as many heroines as villains, so as the group split up each villain ended up with one spectacular pair of heroine tits jiggling on one side and another sloshing on the other… both of which he had all to himself. Or herself, in the case Panthris whose own hooters were so huge they consistently ended up rubbing against the giant racks of the busty heroines to either side of her… a fact that, based on her sultry smirk, seemed to please and amuse her even more than it did the boys.

Meanwhile, the heroines seemed to have some difficulty figuring out how to react. Power Girl, finding herself positioned next to Lord Vile himself, gasped in outrage to catch him openly craning forward to look down her trademark boob window, straight down into the deep depths of her cavernous jiggling cleavage.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked, testily, cocking a buxom hip and glaring up at him.

“Yes. Enormously,” he happily replied. Leaning forward, he briefly and openly took an even better look. Then he turned away and immediately began chatting with a different heroine. Power Girl was left gaping and quivering in shock, hands helpless by her sides. In all her years of catching men staring at her gigantic breasts, none had ever had the balls to react to her like that.

The White Queen, meanwhile, finding herself on the other side of Vile, smirked and sultrily exchanged a few pleasantries with him. As she did so she openly took a few looks of her own up and down his gargantuan body. Her eyes lingered particularly in the enormous, visibly aroused serpent coiled in his purple briefs, and she licked her lips, her white-g-string-clad ass squirming with carefully repressed desire. Then, a slight gasp upon her sultry lips, she quickly got her eyes back on his face.

Across the circle, Mary Jane blushed deeply as Attila the Hung caught her gaping in awe at his namesake package. Tearing her eyes away, the gorgeous redhead turned away and tried to pretend nothing had happened.

“Thanks, ladies!” Wing Girl said, as the heroines and villains mingled. Reaching down into Attila’s freshly opened cooler, she brought up a bottle of champagne. “Here let me refill your drinks!” Leaning out into the newly mixed group, she filled up each heroine’s glass until it overflowed. “I’m your waitress tonight, girls! Not a one of you get your own drink again, that’s all on me!”

The heroines licked their lips and stared at the bottle in shock.

“We brought our own booze,” the Aberration purred, setting down his cooler as well, “so we couldn’t be accused of stealing.”

“Is that… safe?” UniGirl asked, lovely almond-shaped eyes blinking wide. Several other heroines also gasped in dismay, distantly remembered date-rape lectures swirling back up slowly through their inebriated brains.

“Everything had to pass through Tony’s security sensors,” Wing Girl pointed out as, bending low, she began to pour. “The common cold couldn’t smuggle itself inside here.”

“That… that is true,” Super Girl said. “But, just to be sure…” She took a brief look at it with her super-vision. Her eyes glowed, as she scanned first the bottle and then the cooler… and then cleared, as she gave out a relieved sigh. “It’s clean,” she said. Relieved, the heroines obediently held their glasses forth and let Wing Girl fill them. Then, having filled every glass high, dual wielding bottles at one point, Wing Girl set the empties aside and then accepted a full glass from a smirking Panthris.

“To making amends for past sins!” Wing Girl said, cheerfully, lifting the glass high.

“To… to making amends for past sins!” the inebriated heroines all said, in halting unison, and lifted their glasses high.

Stepping forward into a rough circle, while the villains looked on and leered, they clinked them together. Then they tilted them back and poured them down their throats. Luscious sculpted chins lifted high, each heroine’s throat gulped visibly, and repeatedly. After all, each luscious heroine reasoned as she swallowed and swallowed the swirling champagne, if they were going to spend all evening entertaining the course and foul ex-villains they would need all the liquid courage they could get. Soon the glasses dropped, most completely empty. Grinning, Wing Girl hoisted another bottle of bubbly and started refilling immediately. Gasping and swaying her fellow heroines let her. Then, turning, their nervous breaths stirring their enormous titties, the heroines lifted their gorgeous faces up to their new villainous companions and started, hesitantly, to let them engage them in social intercourse.

Slowly, very slowly at first but with steadily gathering momentum, the conversation started to recover. Slender fingers sliding nervously on their glasses, one by one the heroines asked questions. Grinning down at the wonderful views, one by one the villains answered. One by one, bodies squirming slightly and luscious lips briefly twisting up into a smile, one heroine after another could not help but giggle slightly at one or another villain’s flippant comment. Gradually, as said liquid courage coursed freely through their luscious flesh and as minute after minute passed without the notorious villains pouncing upon them, the heroines began to relax. Slowly, but faster than any of them would have expected, they began to enjoy themselves. Relaxing, they smirked, and started to enjoy being flirted with… and, increasingly, to flirt back.

‘It’s just a game’ they told themselves, deep within their pretty heads… twirling their hair and simpering eagerly before lowering their glasses, and smirking, throwing out a sudden awkward question just to see how their hulking villain handled it.

So it was, twenty minutes or so later, when Tony came strutting back through his party to check once more on his invited supply of pussy, that he suddenly skidded to a halt as his jaw dropped. Before him, right where he’d left it, was the luscious herd of buxom, barely-covered heroine flesh, waiting to be peeled away for kisses at the end of the night. It had even nearly doubled in size and increased substantially in average cup size while he’d been gone, without him having to lift a finger – an excellent return on investment if ever there was one. But its pristine purity, all swooping super-panties and giant bra-strained breasts without a single competing cock, had finally been spoiled, not by him… but by the last party crashers he ever would have expected.

“What… what’s this then?” he gasped. Despite his immense tolerance he had already consumed enough that his speech was starting to slur. Marching drunkenly up behind Wonder Woman’s spectacular star-spangled ass again he seized her by the shoulder, and yanked her out of the contaminated circle. Or at least, he tried to. Immensely more powerful than he was without his suit, the Amazon’s body remained still as a statue. Slowly, ass still facing towards him, she turned her head and looked over her shoulder. Upon the other side, Lord Vile was gesturing animatedly… and both Power Girl and Got Gal seemed to be hanging on every word.

“What is it, Tony?” she asked, impatiently.

“What the FUCK is this?!” he asked, gesturing across the villain-infected heroine preserve. The hulking ex-cons, most of them busy chatting up two large-breasted and simpering super-beauties at once, didn’t even look up nor spare their supposed host a second glance as they continued their animated stories – most of which were braggadocios, yet sanitized and pussy-friendly, tales of their own strutting anti-social antics.

Wonder Woman turned her head and followed his gaze. “It’s a conversation,” she said. She shrugged. “You should try having them with women sometime, instead of just staring at our butts.”

Tony swallowed. When her head had turned briefly away, he hadn’t been able to resist. Even now, caught, he let his eyes linger upon her gargantuan bottom… even as it quivered, angrily, beneath her skimpy skin-tight star-spangled panties. “I… I know it’s a conversation!” he snapped, finally getting his eyes up. He gesticulated so wildly he nearly spilled his drink onto a pair hero-distractingly-enormous breasts approaching from his left. “But it’s with… THEM! Those guys! I mean… Who let them IN, anyways?!”

“Hi Tony!” Wing Girl brightly said as, right on cue, having seen his approach, she and her aforementioned tits jiggled up to bounce on his left. Folding her hands behind her short-skirt-clad ass, she wiggled happily back and forth on the balls of her feet… enhancing the effect, even as her face seemed to remain entirely innocent. “Remember me?”

“Uhhh…” Tony said, turning. Given the amount he had had to drink there was absolutely no way he could keep his eyes above her neckline. Based on what little he could see, he barely remembered her face at all. But as he stared at them he was certain he did remember her breasts. They were hard to forget. He now briefly remembered giving her a ride in his jet, even letting her fly it, just so he could watch them bounce. “Remind me…” he said, eyes looking ready to disappear down her considerable jiggling cleavage.

“I’m the Wing Girl!” the blonde heroine chirped, happily. Eyes bright and chin high, she seemingly remained utterly oblivious to the actual location of his gaze. “I just wanted to say – thank you SO MUCH for inviting me to you party! And for giving me all those extra invites, to hand out to my friends!”

“Your… your friends…” Tony said, blinking drunkenly. Turning, a look of horror dawned upon his face as he put two and two together.

“Yep!” Wing Girl said, happily. “Aren’t you glad they could all make it?”

“I… I was thinking you meant more babes…” Tony whimpered, his voice small.

Wonder Woman sighed, and rolled her eyes. Shaking her head, she turned back to her conversation. But suddenly, as if to make up for it, a slender hand appeared on Tony’s shoulder, this time from his right and stroked him.

“Heeey…” Panthris cooed. Pulling him a little closer, she waved her huge titties back and forth for him to view, too. “If it’s ladies you’re looking for, do I count?”

Slowly, Tony turned and faced her. He looked into Panthris’ gorgeous face. Then he openly turned his head down and looked down into her gigantic tits which, jiggling back and forth before him in her gown, were both very well displayed and obviously lacking a bra. He turned back up and looked at her gorgeous face, which smirked back at him from beneath her cowl.

“Yes,” he said, slowly. His smug smirk slowly recovered. “Yes, I think you just might.”

“Good…” Panthris cooed. She simpered back and forth, and looked at him as if smitten. “And are you REALLY Tony Stark? I mean… THE Tony Stark?”

“Accept no substitutes,” he said. He chuckled at his own joke, and took a swig of his drink.

Panthris cooed, and squirmed eagerly back and forth. “I hear you’re very… rich,” she said, as her huge breasts sloshed before him in their slinky evening gown. Her nipples were at attention, through the sequined material.

“I am,” Tony confirmed, smiling slyly. “In many ways.” Within his slacks, his boner was suddenly at full and immediate attention as well.

“Good.” Turning her head, Panthris looked first one way and then the other, then back down at him. “Is there anywhere we could go that’s a little more…private?” Her eyes flashed, meaningfully.

Tony’s smile broadened. “Why, yes,” he purred. “There is. This way.” Putting his arm around Panthris’s waist, he turned and happily led her away. ‘Fuck heroines’ he thought, delightedly, in his booze-swirling head, as he led the swaying hourglass curves under his arm towards his bedroom. Sliding his hand artlessly down the curvature of her back, he found and clumsily groped Panthris’s magnificent ass through her gown. In response, Panthris merely let out a throaty chuckle and, swaying her buxom hips wider, bumped them playfully against him. ‘Let the villains waste their time chatting up those frigid cows,’ Tony thought. ‘Villainesses are way wilder in bed. Everyone knows that.’

Leading Panthris through the party – which was already becoming mostly a collection of slumped, barely-mobile cape-clad figures, save for the isolated cluster of heroines and villains back beside the windows – he escorted her down a dark hallway and into his huge master bedroom. His hand went for the switch, but before he could turn it on Panthris’s fingers appeared upon his stopping him.

“Let’s keep the lights out,” she purred, her voice coming in a sultry coo through the darkness. “I like it better that way.”

“Whatever you say, baby,” Tony said, smoothly. He backed up and faced her in the dark. Slowly, she reached behind her back and undid the gown. His throat became dry as he watched it slide down her body, until it formed a sequined pool at her feet. Her hourglass figure stood silhouetted against the faint light streaming from the door, completely naked. His dick pulsed, inside his pants.

“Do you mind… getting me started?” Panthris asked. Facing straight towards him, she arched her back and let out a little sigh, as she stretched. “You’re not afraid to eat a girl out, are you?”

“Of course not,” Tony said. Eagerly, he dropped to his knees before her. He paused to unzip his fly, and took out his painfully erect cock, so he could stroke it as he ate her pussy. Then, keeping one hand around his dick, he hobbled forward.

“Mmmm…” Panthris purred, swaying back and forth eagerly. “How big is it, Tony?” she asked. “I can’t quite see.”

“Four and a half inches,” Tony said, slightly defensively. “But I assure you, it’s very very thick!”

“Mmm… four and a half inches!” Panthris cooed, using her long long tongue to lick her lips. Reaching down, she ran her hand through his hair, then slid it around to the back of his head. “That’s very good!”

Suddenly, a yelp of alarm came from down near her hips. “Panthris!” Tony gasped, as he started to feel something very disturbing indeed. His voice suddenly became terrified. “What is… what are you… oh my GOD!!!”

“For a hero!” the villainess cackled. Taking a firm grip on his head, she suddenly shoved her hips forward with brutal power. Suddenly the only noise that filled the darkness was plaintive and whimpering gurgles.

Outside, the party roared on, utterly oblivious. Inside Panthris cackled gleefully, as she thrust, and thrust and thrust. About ten minutes later she reappeared back among the jiggling, scantily-clad heroines, a gigantic smirk upon her large lips. No one thought to ask her about Tony, and smirking, she never volunteered. Though at one point she did have to slip off to one side, and carefully wipe off a bit of semen and blood she had just noticed on the side of her gloved hand.

Chapter Three: 11PM – The Breasts Come Out

Panthris got back just in time. During her absence, the conversation among the heroines and villains had slowly grown more heated and more animated. Shy chats between squirming, simpering, scantily clad heroines and the smirking villains towering between them joined together, one by one, into a blossoming general conversation – with occasional, and increasingly flirtatious, side banter. Finally, a little past eleven, the topic came the villains had been waiting for. Wing Girl had repeatedly tried to lead the conversation there before, but to no avail. Instead, it was Wonder Woman that did it.

Having at first been sullen and sulkily silent amidst the villain’s invasion, as conversation flowed freely around her and red wine had flowed just as freely into her Wonder Woman had slowly opened up in her way. Now, huge breasts sloshing next to Lord Vile himself, the star spangled Amazon looked up at the notorious arch-villain and glowered.

“Do… do you even know what man-splaining is?!” she asked him, indignantly, hands upon her swaying star-spangled hips, after she had attempted to engage him in a fruitless attempted education on basic feminist principles.

“Yes,” Vile said back to her. “It’s what woman says is happening any time she is wrong.” He turned away from her.

Wonder Woman gasped, her eyes flashing. Clutching her drink tight, she glared at him in fury. Then, slowly, a smirk spread across her royal face.

“Alright then,” she cooed, up into Vile’s massive steel-helmed face. She took a step to one side, just to keep in front of him. Sliding a finger forward, she planted it on his massive chest. “If you’re so smart, then ‘splain to me this. If you boys have gone straight,” she cooed, “why do you still wear your masks?” Pressing her finger into his chest, hard, before she withdrew it, she grinned and gave him a sultry smirk.

Slowly, Vile turned away from the flirty looks the Black Cat had been giving him, and looked back at her. “Do you want to see my face that bad, Princess?” he asked.

Swinging her buxom star-spangled ass back and forth behind her, Wonder Woman gasped slightly. Then, slowly, her smirk returned. “Yes,” she said. Then she arched an eyebrow, and smiled coyly. “I want to see how ugly you really are!” she teased, laughing.

“Hmm… and are you the only one?” he asked. Lifting his head, he suddenly made the question general. “Do you ladies also want to see what we really look like?” he asked, calling out across the field of gasping gorgeous heroine faces and masked villain countenances. As another condition of their surrender the villain’s pictures had never been released to the public.

One by one, around the circle of giant scantily-clad breasts and gorgeous masked faces, one heroine after another squirmed and smirked at the idea. “Yes,” Ms. Americana cooed, arching an eyebrow. “I would.”

“Me too,” Power Girl admitted, with a large smirk.

“Me three,” Ms. Marvel said, running a finger along her full red lips and smirking, just beneath her own angular black mask. Several others also eagerly nodded their agreement, their voluptuous hips swaying.

“Hmmm,” Vile purred, studying their sultrily smirking faces with interest. In the shadows beneath his massive steel helmet, his own lips could just barely seen… smirking right back. “And…” he said, “do you want it badly enough to make a friendly wager upon it?”

Wonder Woman breathed deep. “Wager?!” she said, suspiciously.

“Yes,” Vile purred. “You didn’t think you were going to get it for free, did you? If you ladies want to see our faces laid bare, you have to put something else of yours on the line. Isn’t that right, boys?” Around the circle, the other hulking masked or hooded villains smirked back, and silently nodded.

“What kind of wager?” Ms. Americana snapped.

“Yes,” Wonder Woman said. Hands upon her buxom hips, she glared at him suspiciously. “On what, and for what?”

“As to the first,” Vile said, waving a hand around the room airily. “It’s New Year’s Eve. We have a drinking contest, of course.”

“Drinking contest?” Supergirl gasped. Being relatively slender, compared to the immense booze-holding breasts sloshing to either side of her, she was already showing a more tipsy composure than most. Her eyes blinked wide, at the thought. But few others paid attention.

“Yes, of course,” Vile purred, and continued on before she or anyone else could object to the much more juicy topic. “As to what… like for like?” His smirk intensified, in the shadows beneath his mask. “You ladies ready to wager your own masks up against ours?”

“Never!” Ms. Americana promptly snapped. She lifted a hand to her own mask, and traced down it protectively, while her beautiful face glared up furiously from behind him. “We could never do that!” she said, swaying slightly drunkenly back and forth, huge tits and ample ass shaking beautifully in her tiny straining bikini.

“Agreed!” the Black Cat said, petulantly, glaring up at Vile from where her own boobies, encased in skintight black suit, jiggled spectacularly just beside his arm.

“Besides,” Power Girl said, patting her hand to her own beautiful bare face fearlessly, “not all of us wear masks.”

“They’re right,” Wonder Woman said. Hands still on her hips, she let her regal gaze sweep the consensus upon her beautiful heroines’ faces, then turned up and glared at Vile. “Pick something else.”

Vile’s smirk broadened slowly under his helmet. As he had anticipated in the drunken swirl the question of whether to even have a wager, and over what, had fallen completely aside. He let his eyes linger upon the Amazon’s huge rack, shaking back and forth before him in her straining golden eagle bustier. He savored the moment. This had always been a planned retreat, to make the villain’s real target seem like his reasonable fallback position.

“Alright, then” he purred. “If not your faces, then your breasts.”

Wonder Woman’s jaw dropped. Eyes gaping up at him in disbelief, the gorgeous, busty Amazon Princess was for a moment lost for words. Around her, a dozen other heroines did more or less the same. But before any of the drunken heroines could get their stunned, inebriated brains working again to formulate a reply Wing Girl, standing in the back and smirking, pre-empted them.

“Deal!” the luscious blonde heroine chirped, smiling broadly, speaking for her fellow heroines. “We’ll take that bet!”

As one the gaping and staggeringly busty heroines turned, and stared at the young, shapely blonde in disbelief.

“W… Wing Girl!” Wonder Woman gasped, eyes wide with shock. In her slightly drunken, stumbling state that was all she could think to say.

“What?” Wing Girl said, head held proudly and hands upon her hips. She smiled right back into their gaping faces, as if she didn’t for one instant see the problem with what she had just said. “If they take off their masks,” she said, gesturing up towards Vile’s looming face, “then they won’t be able to go back to a life of crime ever again. Everyone will know who they are. Are you girls really going to turn away a victory like that, for the slight risk of some minor indignity?” Then, slowly, her smile broadened into a brazen, party-girl smirk, like another side of her was coming out before their eyes. “Besides,” she cooed, “they’re just breasts.” Shaking her magnificent pair back and forth, she reached up and stroked her fingers, teasingly, across them. “It’s New Years! Who cares if we hang out a bit! Stop being so uptight, and loosen up – if for only one night!”

For several seconds, the ring of gorgeous heroines gaped back at Wing Girl in stunned silence. The more prudish and uptight heroines, such as Wonder Woman and Ms. Americana, gasped and swallowed. The struggles of their inebriated brains to come up with an answer for Wing Girl’s argument could be seen, visibly, quivering across their gorgeous regal faces. Unfortunately for them and for their precious virtues, alcohol slowed their response… and had the opposite effect on the other end of the slut spectrum. One by one, the faces of those heroines who were naturally more salacious, or who were simply more drunk, spread into big, delighted, coquettish smiles.

“You’re right, Wing Girl!” Power Girl laughed. Lifting her head and her huge rack high, she smiled, and patted a hand to her own tremendous jostling jugs. “I’ll add my pair to the pile!” she said, proudly.

‘Easy for her to say…’ Supergirl and Valkyrie both thought, standing beside her, their eyes briefly lost gaping in envy down into the half-Kryptonian blonde’s enormous and well-displayed cleavage. But, afraid of being utterly showed up by Power Girl’s massively larger hooters, they both quickly lifted their chins high and chimed in.

“Me too!” both blondes said, as one.

Slowly, the White Queen’s shocked expression twisted into a sultry, devious smirk… at much at the thought of putting one over on Wonder Woman and the other more prudish heroines as at teasing the villainous boys. “Sure… why not?” she cooed, and lifting her own ample, corset-straining rack, gave them a little shimmying shake. “Let’s do it!”

A ring of gasps rose from the remaining heroines’ throats. But it was now too late to stop. Driven by swirling alcohol, peer pressure, and the desire not to be seen as the last and therefore most prudish heroine, a slut cascade ensued: one by one heroine after heroine lifted her head high and, smirking, metaphorically tossed her bra onto the growing betting pile.

Soon, there were no holdouts left but Wonder Woman. Standing tall, hands upon her hips, the gorgeous Amazon slowly turned her gaping and disbelieving face across a sea of busty bra-betting beauties and leering evil villains – all of whom were staring back at her, expectantly.

“What’s the matter, Diana?” Vile teased. “I thought you Amazons were warriors. Are you instead prima donnas, too proud to lay a little bit of your own dignity upon the line?”

“Ab-absolutely not!” the buxom princess promptly sputtered, automatically. Lifting her chin high, her lips twisted into a snarl, and she glared at him. “V-very well,” she said, trembling with wounded pride. “We will do it!” Standing proudly, with her hands on her hips, from the expression upon her face it suddenly almost looked as if Wonder Woman was trying to pretend it was her idea all along.

“Excellent,” Vile purred. He took a moment to savor the sight of the immense array of gigantic breasts jiggling before him… for the moment, still clad in their straining, overloaded, and proudly symbolic cups. “Wing Girl,” he said. “Would you prepare a tray?”

Wing Girl smiled back up at him, teeth gleaming and eyes shining. “Absolutely!” she said, bouncing upon her heels.

Turning, Wonder Woman glared at the little blonde heroine. Then, eyes narrowing, her gaze slid slowly back and forth between Wing Girl and Vile. Oblivious, the short-skirted blonde whirled around and, long wings fluttering behind her, scampered to the bar. The bartender was the Flash, having volunteered. But, having snuck quite a few himself already, the tipsy hero was more inclined to lean against the bar for support and gape at her tits than intervene or help, as the busty heroine seized up a serving tray and began laying onto it a huge array of shot glasses.

“Wait,” Wonder Woman called. Turning, her star-spangled ass sauntered over to join Wing Girl. “Let me watch – I mean, help,” Wonder Woman said, a suspicious glint still in her eye.

Wing Girl turned and gave her a big beaming smile. “Absolutely!” she said. She handed her half of the remaining glasses. Side by side they arrayed them on the tray until it was covered. Then, reaching up to the top shelf and grinning, Wing Girl carefully selected a brand new and unopened bottle of tequila from the back of the shelf and handed it to her. Together, huge tits shaking beside one another, they poured, until every glass was full to the brim. Quite a bit ended up on the tray – more from the tipsy Maiden of Might’s bottle than from Wing Girl’s.

“Done!” Wing Girl said and, hoisting the tray with a grace that spoke of a waitressing job somewhere in her past, turned and strutted with it back into the circle of heroines and villains. While she was gone the two groups had self-segregated again in preparation for the coming contest – though Panthris, a huge smirk upon her lips, had managed to remain amongst the side that also had tits.

“The teams are unequal, so first dropout loses for his or her team. Everyone has to drink,” Wing Girl said, happily, with the authority of someone who had officiated for her sorority house on more than one occasion. Bending down, she lay the tray to rest atop a portable stool, then backed up and took her place with her fellow heroines. “Ready?” she asked.

“Ready!” said all. Reaching into the large tray, each grabbed a glass. Heroine and villain fingers touched. The heroines’ fingers trembled, slightly, at the contact.

“Set!” Wing Girl said.

“Set!” they said. As one, they lifted the glasses high and held them before their faces. The heroine’s hands shook, visibly – both from nervous anticipation at what they would have to do if they lost, and because most of them had drunk much more already.

“Drink!” Wing Girl commanded.

As one, all the contestants, beauties and hulking villains alike, threw their heads back and swallowed. One after another, empty glasses slammed down onto the tray. Several of the heroines retched and gasped – used to much weaker stuff. Grinning. Wing Girl hoisted a spare bottle and rapidly refilled the glasses. Swaying drunkenly beside her, her sleek star-spangled panties rolling and twisting just above the edge of the tray, this time Wonder Woman simply stood by and, gasping, watched her.

“Ready, set… drink!” Wing Girl announced again. Another set of shots flowed down heroine and villainous throats alike. Several heroines’ hands shook as they returned their empty glasses to the tray, and their gorgeous faces gaped and swayed in stunned, blurry-eyed shock.

Wing Girl had to scamper back to the bar, and bring back another couple bottles from Tony’s seemingly bottomless back-shelf stash. This time, she pulled out all the stops. She poured Everclear, 190 proof.

“Ready, set… drink!” Wing Girl announced. They did. She poured. As she did, skimpy heroine panties swayed drunkenly back and forth, just above the rim of the tray. The villains leered. The heroines watched, and whimpered. “Ready, set… drink!” Wing Girl cried, and did so. Back in her sorority days she had been notorious for being able to drink four frat rats under the table at once. Her tolerance wasn’t even being tested. The heroines arrayed out to her side, were visibly not so lucky. After the fourth shot hit them their pretty eyes blinked wide, upon gaping gorgeous faces. Their shapely scantily-clad bodies trembled and squirmed… looking, in a couple of cases, on the verge of toppling over. Wing Girl poured again, while eagerly enjoying the jiggling view. “Ready, set… drink!” she cried, and threw yet another back.

Fingers and throats trembling, the heroines complied. But when the last round came down, it was visibly obvious that some of them were done for.

“Oh… oh, God…” Mary Jane Watson moaned. Her voluptuous body swayed clumsily back and forth, and only the presence of even more buxom figures on either side to bump in to kept her from collapsing. “I’m sorry, girls,” she moaned, her speech slurred and drunken. “I… I haven’t drunk like this since college. I.. I have to stop!” And, reaching up behind her with the hand upon which her diamond wedding ring glittered, the married redhead signaled her defeat by unzipping her dress. It flowed down her voluptuous body like water, pooling around her feet. Gasping, standing in that sequined pool like Venus in her bath, Mary Jane was revealed to be wearing a tiny G-string panty and matching strapless corset, both of shimmering white satin.

“Sorry girls,” Wing Girl cooed as, along with the villains, she savored the new view. “I’m afraid it’s all of your or none of you. Those were the rules!”

Several heroines gasped. Through the drunken haze filling their beautiful heads, they did barely remember Wing Girl saying exactly that. But they still didn’t like it. “That’s… that’s not fair!” Jungle Babe gasped, even as she swayed drunkenly, her buxom body jiggling spectacularly in its teeny tiny fur bikini.

“That’s okay,” Panthris cooed. “I’m out too.” Reaching up, she slid two fingers down inside her gown, and tugged it down. It settled around her buxom waist, leaving her huge bare rack exposed and jiggling. “No panties,” she cooingly explained to the two heroines gaping down at her from either side, her face twisting naughtily. Then, looking up, she eagerly waited for more immense heroinely boobies to come out and onto display.

She was not disappointed. With two tops down, more heroines whimpered, squirmed… and then, feeling the pressure to keep going drop away, gave in themselves.

“I… I’m out too…” Got Gal gasped. Reaching up she plucked away her own glowing jewel, from where it lay nestled between her enormous tits. A slight flash enveloped her body as it was depowered, even as her overloaded bra burst apart, letting her gigantic fertility-goddess-endowed breasts come spilling out to wobble bouncily above the empty tray.

“Me… me three…” Alpha Woman whimpered. Created in a lab far more recently than her apparent age, the busty red-headed MILF was learning the hard way that her tolerance was far less developed than her implanted memories had led her to believe. Swaying drunkenly, she reached up to her own patriotic-top-straining boobies, and let them loose. Then, detaching her tiny top from where it was interlinked with her swooping bottoms, she held it up and then dropped it onto the tray.

Her bra was the first to land there, sprawled across the tray before the silently smirking, eagerly leering villains. It was not the last. One by one, moaning in defeat, one heroine after another removed her bra and, swaying drunkenly, dropped it down in surrender onto the tray. In short succession the White Queen’s corset flopped down on top of them, followed shortly by Green Specter’s, and then moments later by Lady Midnight’s.

Swaying drunkenly, with a conquered sigh Zatanna reached back, and peeled off her long-tailed jacket. She let it drop down, behind her. Then slowly, fingers trembling, she started to unbutton her straining silk blouse. As she did so she looked up, and gasped, to find two villains watching, smirking, as her blouse slowly split open to reveal the huge bare boobies jostling inside. Face twisting into an imperious scowl, she lifted her chin high and, with a sniff, turned her head away. But the snooty sorceress continued to unbutton her blouse, until it hung entirely open. Then, with a soft gasp, she took it off, letting her enormous enchanted and enchanting boobies free to jostle and sway, naked, before the leering villains. Head still lifted high, she lay her blouse – which had large internal cups to support her natural wonders – upon the tray, atop the existing corsets and bras, leaving the voluptuous sorceress clad in nothing but her fishnets, heels, swooping black panties, white magician’s gloves, and her trademark top-hat.

“C’mon girls,” Wing Girl cooed, as she unzipped her own dress. “We lost, fair and square. Don’t be shy now! Everything goes, right down to the panties!” Practicing what she preached she let her short white dress fall and, as it slid in a billowing ring down to rest around her long and shapely legs, stood exposed, hands upon her hips and smiling like the world’s most innocent and eager cheerleader, in nothing but go-go boots and a skimpy, scoop-front pair of pure white panties.

“Ev-everything?” Mary Jane gasped. Though the first to strip her ample rack still strained inside the cups of her white satin corset. Her delicate fingers rose up and, clutching to it, trembled nervously.

“Everything but the panties,” Wing Girl repeated, standing tall and proud in nothing but hers and her boots and gloves.

Mary Jane whimpered in dismay. But, obediently, she bent low and, pantied ass wiggling, began to slowly unlace her corset.

With a loud moan, Supergirl gave in. Peeling off her skin-tight blue top, she knelt down and pulled both it and her skirt (which were all one piece) down to her ankles. In the process her rotund ass lifted up and wiggled delightfully before the leering, eagerly watching villains – clad in only a tiny skimpy pair of blue panties which, across her skimpy bubble-butt hugging seat, was printed with the same proud S-shield that until recently had arced and jiggled across her large, flawless breasts.

The sight of Supergirl rising back up to stand, blushing, in nothing but her boots and panties - her hands tracing, nervously, around and across the latter – was the last straw for the last remaining Delta City heroines. With echoing moans, shamed into submission by the Daughter of Krypton’s surrender, one by one they lifted their hands to their straining bras, and popped them open. In swift succession the gigantic racks of Wolf Woman, Jungle Babe, and Ms. Americana herself came bursting forth to bounce and jiggle on completely naked display before the leering villains. One by one, holding their heads and whimpering, they extended out their mighty arms, their massive empty-cupped bras dangling from them… and then let them drop, daintily, onto the mountain of surrendered tops steadily growing before the villain’s evil leers and eagerly throbbing packages.

“Don’t get too used to it,” Americana chided them, imperiously, head held high over her gigantic wobbling boobies… and flanked, to either side, by the gigantic jiggling jugs of her two friends. “You perverts may be enjoying the view now,” she said, in a tone like a strident schoolmarm “but that’s all you are ever going to get! These sacred female bodies you like to leer at so much will never, ever know your perverted touch!”

“The night is young,” Vile purred back, and eagerly enjoyed the show.

He was not the only one. A short distance away, three mighty super-heroes lay slumped upon a couch… watching as if mesmerized. Their heads swam with booze, and the world swam around them… but they still had enough focus to gape as one pair of huge super-boobs after another came popping out to jiggle, on spectacular display, just in front of them.

“Am… am I seeing things?” Batman growled, lips twisting indignantly his trademark cowl. But, insanely drunk, he could only rock in slow circles in his seat. “Or… is this actually happening?”

He watched, a small erection throbbing against the surface of his grey briefs, as before him Barbara Gordon bent low and, shapely body wiggling, slowly slid her skin-tight costume up and over her shapely ass, and down to her feet. The gorgeous, busty redhead shot back upright and gasped… squirming now in nothing but her cowl, big spike-trimmed gloves, and a swooping skimpy pair of Bat-symbol-themed panties. He had a clear view of her mound, as she bent over, and his dick throbbed all the harder.

“Oh… fuck… I hope so…” Superman groaned, from the other end of the couch. He was also sporting an equally fierce, and equally unimpressive, boner poking like a flagpole through his red briefs. “I… I just wish I could move… and go hit on some of that.” he admitted, his speech slurring drunkenly.

“Aren’t you married?” Spiderman asked, in the middle.

“Dude,” Batman said, growling and grinning under his cowl, as two more spectacular pairs simultaneously spilled out to jiggle before him. “Nobody’s THAT married…”

“Speaking of married,” Superman muttered, still rankling under being called on his perving. “Isn’t that your wife?” He nodded towards Mary Jane… who clad in little more than heels and panties, was in the process of wiggling out of her corset. Taking it off she dropped on the tray… and then, discovering him eyeing her up, squirmed and simpered shyly before the looming Latin lady-killer known as the Matador.

“Y-yeah…” Spiderman admitted. In his skintight suit, a tiny erection throbbed visibly. “And… and my girlfriend too,” he admitted, watching the Black Cat also peel her way out of her suit. Soon, ass lifted high, she was clad only in a teeny tiny pair of satin panties. A couple watching villains pointed and laughed, as his mistress’s buxom bottom trembled in scantily-clad humiliation before them. Inside his suit, Spiderman’s dick jumped.

“We… planning on doing anything about this?” Batman asked. He had the vague thought he should probably be the one heading that department but then, in a swirl of booze, it vanished. He took another swig, and enjoyed the sight of Spiderman’s girlfriend dropping her skintight suit onto the growing, now massive, pile of surrendered super-heroine breast-coverings.

Spiderman trembled slightly. “N-nah,” he said. After a brief nervous quiver, a confident jaunty smile slowly spread across his exposed lips. “They’re just toying with those guys, to tease us. Playing games. They’ll come crawling over in the end.”

To either side, Batman and Superman chuckled… and took more swigs of their drinks.

On the other side of the stripping heroines another pair of heroes sat slumped and barely mobile at the edge of the bar. Their position, no more than ten meters away, gave them one of the best views of the show in the house – save, that is, for the leering Cabal members themselves.

“You… you seeing this?” Green Lantern asked. A tiny boner throbbed against his suit as he observed the increasing vistas of luscious heroine flesh jiggling before his eyes.

He watched, eagerly as the two shy Asian beauties, Sun Maiden and UniGirl, finally got done squirming and trembling in delicious innocence, pantied bottoms wiggling, and dutifully opened up their nationalist-themed tops. Two more huge pairs of delightful, delicately-tipped breasts spilled out to jiggle on display. Hal grinned, and felt a touch of yellow fever briefly making him dizzy.

“Verily!” Thor said, sitting beside him and eagerly watching over his shoulder.

As the mighty thunder god looked on his own countrywoman, Valkyrie, slowly unleashed her vast Viking hooters and peeled her armored leotard down to her wasp-like waist, transforming it into a skimpy pair of panties. Only when she stood up, gorgeous face gaping between her twin golden braids, and hands rising up to cover her huge hooters before her leering audience, did he feel a twinge of jealousy.

“W-wait,” he rumbled, his Aryan face twisting with concern. “Aren’t… are those guys… villains?” he asked, blinking through a drunken haze thick enough to cloud even his mead-attuned mind.

“Yeah…” Hal said slowly, blinking through his own cloudy and booze-swirled vision. “Yeah.” He frowned. “Looks like what we got here,” he said, “is some party crashers. And… and they’re after our women!”

“So… should we… do something?” Thor asked. His head waved back and forth, slowly, beneath his winged helmet. His mighty hammer lay propped against his bar stool, untouched.

“Yeah…” Green Lantern said, slowly. He started to rise, but stopped with a low groan, discovering that even the thought of moving made his stomach churn. Slowly, he sat his ass back down. He wavered back and forth, gasping. Then, slowly, his expression formed into a smirk.

“Yeah,” he said again… and slowly raised his fist, upon which his glowing green jewel gleamed. But he deliberately took his time, waiting eagerly for more luscious heroines to strip themselves. He watched, leering, as Ms. Marvel, gasping in humiliation, became the next heroine to bend low and, scantily-clad and shapely ass wiggling delightfully before both him and the watching villains, yanked her costume down to her trim waist, just above her swelling hips. Then she stood up and, her one-piece costume transformed, like that of Power Girl and Valkyrie before her, into little more than a skimpy pair of panties, raised her trembling hands up and clutched them, inadequately, to her huge bare breasts.

“It is our duty,” Green Lantern said, speech slurred, leering eyes eagerly admiring the view, “to protect the virtues of our drunken women… by cock-blocking these villains… the way only we can!”

Then, with a cackle, he activated his ring, intending to send a giant green hand hurtling out to disrupt the little party… and ‘accidentally’ yank a couple of topless heroines over and leave them lying at his feet. The blushing, squirming, national-flag-panty-clad Asian pair, if he could help it.

But when he attempted to concentrate, his jewel briefly glowed… and then, instead of the mighty construct he had intended, let out a tiny impotent squirt of glowing green ooze to land before him on the bar. He gaped at the glowing green pools in dismay. Standing nearby, at the edge of the stripping or half-stripped buxom throng, Wing Girl noticed. Looking over, her own bare breasts bouncing lusciously, she lifted a hand to her lips and giggled, derisively. The glowing pools slowly vanished and, smirking and wiggling her panty-clad hips with delight, Wing Girl turned back to watch yet another heroine strip – this time the copper-skinned, tiger-stripe-bikini and veil-clad Indian heroine known as Maya Maharani. Gradually, trembling, Hal’s arm sank back to the table and stayed there, limp.

For a moment he blinked, dumbly, at the unmolested and still-stripping heroines, and the oblivious villains who, busy leering at their voluptuous panty-clad prey, hadn’t even noticed his attempt to cock-block them. Then, customary arrogance returning naturally to him, a huge smirk spread across Hal’s drunken masked face.

“Nah,” he said. He swayed in his chair, leering eagerly. “N-no need to do nothin’.” He took another swig of his drink, and then slowly grinned. “Those villains are doing us a favor!” he said. “They’re getting our heroines all hot and horny – and topless! But come midnight, they’ll leave those suckers behind and come crawling into our arms looking for someone respectable to kiss!” His leer broadened. “And probably, a lot more than that!”

Thor laughed, delighted by his neighbor’s vision. “And best of all,” he purred, “we don’t have to listen to those wenches’ prattle!” he chortled. “That, my friend, is what I call a magnificent plan!” Raising an immense mug inside which his eighth boilermaker swirled, he and Green Lantern clinked glasses. “To horny super sluts!” he cackled.

“To horny super sluts!” Green Lantern answered. Then, lifting their mugs and continuing to watch the show eagerly over them, both plastered super-men gulped down even more mouthfuls of delicious drink.

Meanwhile, back in the heroine herd, the stripping had proceeded until only one heroine was left. That heroine, naturally, was Wonder Woman.

Standing alone before a glorious backdrop composed of all her comrades’ gigantic jiggling bare breasts, the Princess of the Amazons gasped beneath the leering gaze of a row of evil villains… and, more surreptitiously, from the darkness, a little more surreptitiously, a few dozen or so greedily staring heroes. Gasping deeply Diana could not help but wonder, deep in her drunkenly swirling and gorgeous crowned head, where it had all gone wrong.

“C’mon, Wonder Woman,” Wing Girl cooed, watching from the sidelines with her own gigantic breasts swaying beautifully before her. “You’re the last one! Hurry it up, we still got partying to do!”

“Yes!” Power Girl gasped, from the other side of the giant herd. She kept two hands pressed to the tips of her gigantic boobies, which was barely adequate to cover more than her delicate areolas. At her buxom waist the top half of her infamously boob-windowed costume lay rolled and rumpled atop her staggeringly buxom, swelling hips. “Don’t leave us in the lurch!” the half-Kryptonian blonde continued. “We all accepted our defeat and did as we promised. Now you have to, too!”

“That’s right, Wonder Woman,” Lord Vile cooed. Standing at the center of the row of watching leering villains, he was loving the hell out of the view. “Are the Amazons so vain they spurn even their own promises?”

At this last quip Wonder Woman blushed, and then lifted her head high. “Never!” she said. “I… I will show you… an Amazon Princess always keeps her word!” And at last, trembling and with great difficulty, dropped to her bustier. The entire party, male and female, hero and villain alike, watched with rapt attention as Diana’s slender fingers slowly, slowly unlaced one lace after another of her straining and illustrious top. Finally, it was entirely undone. Breathing hard, Wonder Woman clutched both hands to the gigantic golden cups of her bustier, and glared up into Vile’s face. Then, with a sultry snarl, she lifted her chin high… and, hands trembling, let it drop.

“Oooh…” the villains all cooed at once, leering eagerly, and lapping their chops. Powergirl’s were the biggest, if not by much in that spectacularly competitive field. Mary Jane’s were the perkiest – again, amidst very very stiff competition, so to speak. But there was no questioning that Wonder Woman’s gigantic all-natural wonders were the most flawless, most arrestingly shapely and deliciously jiggling pair of all the many staggering pairs of breasts the villains had just gotten to witness come out and onto display.

Gasping softly, standing in little but her star-spangled panties, Diana slowly lifted the empty bustier up and let it dangle over the waiting tray. Her face trembled. Then, with a soft and resigned sigh, she let it drop. Her bustier landed at the very top of the heap, her twin giant golden cups facing upwards, like twin gleaming crowns upon the immense pile. So vast was the pile of huge-cupped bras, corsets, skintight suits and surrendered evening gowns on display that the crests of her empty cups reached nearly level with the large nipples that tipped the huge breasts they had once so decoratively struggled to contain.

Then, caught up in the heat of the moment and eager to show she was not afraid, the Amazon reached back and unbuckled her belt too. Snarling defiantly upward, she slowly slid it out from around her narrow, hourglass-shaped hips… revealing, below, the skimpy, scoop-front cut of her world-famous star-spangled panties. Her jutting panty-clad ass thrashing back and forth, she extended the belt out, and dropped it as well. Her world-famous golden lasso was still attached, and ended up draped around the rim of the tray.

“There,” the Amazon said, backing up. Standing tall and proud, she defiantly put both hands upon her buxom hips, raised her chin, and let her leering enemies drink their fill of her exposed body. Which they did, gladly. “I am in just my panties,” she said, gesturing up and down her body. “Satisfied?” she asked, glaring.

“Of course not,” Vile quipped back, his eyes gleefully studying the delicately extended tips of her large, exposed nipples… as they softly swayed back and forth before him, at the tips of her gigantic and unprotected jugs. “Are you?”

Wonder Woman gasped. Then her face darkened. “Don’t get too smug, villain!” she snapped. Raising a hand from her buxom scantily-clad hip, she pointed it at him accusatively. “You may be having your fun with us now, but trust me. Super-heroines always triumph in the end!”

“Is that a fact?” Vile cooed. “Well, if you’re so confident, how about a second wager? Double or nothing. We have already shown that, when it comes to constitutions and willpower, the common super-heroine is no match for the average villain.”

“No… no you haven’t!” Wonder Woman insisted, stridently. Her rotund, round, star spangled ass whipped back and forth, angrily, with her agitation.

Vile ignored the objection. “So how about next, we try a contest of champions?” he purred. “What do you say, Wonder Woman? Just you and me?” He chuckled. “Mano a mammaro?” he added, leering.

Wonder Woman breathed deep, gaping up at him briefly. She had already consumed quite a bit. She swayed back and forth… a motion more than doubled by her gigantic, ponderous bare breasts. Her hands trembled upon the hip-straps of her skimpy, star-spangled panties. “I… I don’t know…” she said, softly.

Vile smirked. “Aww… had enough already?” he purred. “Guess the champion of heroines isn’t a match for the champion of villains, either. Oh, well…”

Wonder Woman’s eyes flashed. She lifted her head high. “Never!” she declared, hotly. Thrusting her finger into his massive chest, the other hand on her buxom panty-clad hip, she snarled up at him defiantly. “Alright. You have a deal, mister!”

“Excellent…” Lord Vile purred. He gestured towards Wing Girl. The topless blonde beamed, twirled, and scampered away to prepare yet another round, her body moving with delightfully pneumatic motion in her little white panties. She returned shortly after, with a tray full of still more booze. Picking up the tray full of surrendered heroine tops gingerly, she grinned, and settled the new one in its place.

“To the utter dominance of real men over stupid losers… and their women!” Vile announced, lifting up a full glass.

“To… to the eternal superiority of women over foul, uncouth men!” Wonder Woman countered, hotly, lifting up one of her own.

Simultaneously, they tilted their heads back and swallowed.

Clustered around the two new contestants the topless, bountifully jiggling heroines whooped encouragement for their new champion.

“You go girl!” Mary Jane squealed.

“Show him whose boss!” Ms. Americana said, hands upon her hips and a sneer upon her face.

“What… what does double or nothing mean?” Supergirl asked. Her shapely round ass wiggled nervously, her skimpy blue S-shield-emblazoned panties stretched tautly across it.

“Don’t worry,” Panthris cooed into her ear, as she carried away the tray full of captured heroine bras and corsets to stash them away for safe keeping. “You’ll find out, shortly.”

Reaching down, she gave the little luscious Kryptonian beauty a tiny pinch upon her bottom. Then, as the heroines remained utterly engrossed in the ongoing contest between their champion and hers, she turned and strutted away to stash the villlains’ first heaping helping of loot somewhere safely in the shadows…

Chapter Four: Midnight – The Panties Drop

“Alright girls, just a couple minutes to midnight! You know what that means!” Wing Girl said. Laughing, she darted about, grabbing one wobbling drunken heroine after another and shoving them into a long busty line, their ample wiggling bottoms facing into the dark and reflective windows. The heroines gasped and squirmed as they were man-handled, but none did a thing to resist. Soon, having formed a complete line composed of nothing but long sleek legs, squirming flat bellies, huge wobbling breasts, and gaping gorgeous faces, Wing Girl backed up and grinned proudly.

“Come on, girls,” she cooed, standing before her drunken cohorts. Arching an eyebrow sultrily, she smirked. “Don’t wimp out now. You know what you gotta do…”

Reaching down, she traced one finger on each side, teasingly, up the swooping skimpy hip straps of her own little white panties.

The heroines stared back at her, swaying and blinking through a thick drunken fog. Then, one by one, their lovely jaws dropped open and, eyes going wide, they gasped in horror. Their bodies squirmed and they let out tortured moans as they remembered what they now had to do.

It had been half an hour since Wonder Woman, whimpering and swaying and barely able to stay on her feet, had let her last glass tumble and admitted that Vile had beaten her. It had been a couple minutes later that they had all finally figured out, with some prodding, what ‘double or nothing’ meant in the context of having first bet their bras, and subsequently stripped to their panties. Cries of “Never!” and “Outrageous!” and “Impossible!” had burst from a dozen shocked heroinely throats. Mighty heroine fists had formed and trembled, ready to lash out and punch, beside their fertile round scantily-clad hips, and for a brief moment it looked like the valiant heroines would revolt, regardless of their word, and fight back against their promised forfeit.

But, smiling, the row of villains had expected that. They had counted upon it. Cooing at the angry if beautiful losers soothingly, the magnanimous villains had assured them they did not need to strip now. They could wait until midnight. Gasping, the eminent threat receding from their pussies, one by one the heroines had sank back from the brink, and backed down, with more doing so the fewer of their comrades were behind them. The knowledge of what they would have to do had swiftly receded to the backs of their pretty drunken heads and, as they let themselves get distracted once more by the villains’ flirtatious banter, almost forgotten. Though it never entirely left their squirming buxom bodies, making them squirm with panty-clad discomfort every time it resurfaced inside them, the longer it stayed tucked away in their subconscious the less shocking and impossible it had seemed… and the more inevitable and accepted it had become. Just as the smirking villains had known it would.

But now, as they stood in a long line and saw Wing Girl standing before them, smirking and fingering her skimpy panties, it all came back to them in a rush. Except what had once prompted shouts of defiance, and outrage, and the sudden urge to turn and slug the nearest villain in his smirking face, now inspired only gasps of horror, and dismay, and disbelief. But the urge to resist was gone. Their shapely, scantily-clad bodies squirmed, and trembled, and shook. But no fists were formed. No words of defiance said. Instead, as they gaped in horror at the line of villains smirking eagerly and watching them, their hands sunk down and caressed, nervously, around their own little panties as well.

Meanwhile, lost in their own booze, and unable to watch their topless heroines get flirted at by their rivals, the drunken heroes had turned away one by one, and distracted themselves in their own conversations. Now, as the moment of midnight approached, one by one they all gaped up at the ceiling-mounted television screens in anticipation, briefly forgetting their half-stripped heroines entirely.

Which was unfortunate, because it meant they were about to miss the greatest New Year’s show of all time.

“Here it comes!” Wing Girl cried, looking up with joy at the nearest screen as, upon it, the Times Square ball quivered and prepared to drop. She bent over slightly, thumbs sliding down eagerly inside the hips of her panties. Behind her and stretched out to either side, the smirking villains watched, licking their lips, eagerly. The heroines quivered and gasped… but did not back down.

Then, finally, it began.

“TEN!” came a raucous cry, roaring simultaneously from a hundred delighted and oblivious super-heroic throats.

Gasping, gaping up into the smirking faces of their watching villainous audience, the world’s mightiest heroines slowly slid their hands up along their hips. In unison, up and down the line, dozens of delicate thumbs, many of them in one pair or another of custom heroine gloves, slipped delicately down inside the skimpy hip straps of a staggering collection of skimpy, swooping, colorful, and proudly symbol-emblazoned super-panties.

“NINE!” came the next cry, from the still-oblivious heroes’ throats.

First heroine even in this most humiliating of endeavors, Wonder Woman tilted her head back and gave the leering villains a threatening snarl… even as her trembling hands became the first to pull her swopping star-spangled panties out and away from her lusciously curvy flesh. Then, squirming, hands twisting in her panties, she pulled the straining straps of her tiny garment up first one side, then the other… seemingly completely oblivious that, as she did so, the sultrily glaring Princess was perfectly imitating the pose displayed by hundreds of bikini-clad sluts upon an infinite series of Low Rider covers. Gasping softly, moments later, stretching up and down the line a score of voluptuous heroines pulled the fronts of their panties out as well.

“EIGHT!”

With great gasps and moans, one by one the heroines suddenly bent down low. Their lustrous hair flashed gloriously as it tumbled forward, as each and every heroine bowed low before her smirking foes. One by one, their trembling hands slowly slid backwards… pulling the skimpy backs of their tiny panties, in turn, up and off of their buxom and humiliatingly uplifted asses.

“SEVEN!”

Stretched between trembling mighty hands, one skimpy pair of super-panties after another slid down the swollen ample swells of the heroines’ bottoms. The uplifted asses of the buxom heroines squeezed and distended gloriously around the tight, descending little garments. Leering, the villains got to see every last detail, both from the front and behind, thanks to the dark and gleaming windows that lay just behind the heroines’ slowly stripping bottoms.

“SIX!”

All down the line, voluptuous upturned super-heroine asses wiggled with humiliation as their taut-stretched panties slid up over the apex of their swell, and swiftly descended down to the base of their ample jiggling curves. Supergirl squirmed and whimpered in particular dismay as she pulled her tiny blue panties down to the base of her ass, in the process rumpling and deforming the proud S-symbol that had once spread tauntingly across her mighty and muscular backside.

“FIVE!”

One by one, all at once, the crotches of the heroine’s panties pulled out from between their thighs and drooped downward… exposing their precious naked pussies instantly to view. The villains promptly whooped and cackled with pleasure as, within the space of half of a second, the Ameri-cunt, the Power Pussy, the Last Twat of Krypton and the Wonder Slit all came shyly forth to make their hesitant debut, glistening back and forth in between their owners squirming panty-hobbled thighs. To the blushing heroines’ humiliation and the leering villain’s delight each and every glistening pussy exposed its buxom owner as dripping with aching desires her regal face would never in a thousand years have admitted.

“FOUR!”

As the ball dropped down the pole, one pair of super-heroine panties after another slowly slid down matching pairs of powerful, sleek, and yet helplessly panty-hobbled thighs. The skimpy white bottoms of Got Gal, White Queen, and Power Girl slid down their thighs one after the other, the last in particular looking like a little flag of total sexual surrender being lowered down a once-mighty pair of flagpoles.

“THREE!”

Reaching their knees, several super-heroines had to stop and gasp in near-naked humiliation as they struggled to get their tiny little panties over the tops of their proud, gleaming heroine boots. Ms. Americana moaned and squirmed as, naked ass lifted high, she had to stretch and pull her tiny panties first this way and that before they finally slipped down over the cuffs of her boots... while two of her oldest villains pointed at her and laughed. Beside her, Zatanna, having to pull down her black panties and fishnets at once, grew increasingly frustrated. Finally, with guilty glances to either side, she whispered “Nwod seitnap!” Then she watched, with open trembling lips and naked dripping pussy, as her own mighty powers delicately completed her strip-tease.

“TWO!”

Past boots and knees, the super-panties zoomed down sleek powerful calves towards the humiliating finish line. Jungle Babe and Got Gal, having had nothing but spectacular succulent leg between their ass and their ankles, gasped to find themselves out in front in the race to self-inflicted defeat: the tiny twisted remains of the little jungle-bottoms and golden-female-symbol-decorated satin a few inches lower than the rest of the pack of colorful, skimpy, and rapidly-descending little super-panties.

“ONE!”

One by one, delicate and trembling and often-gloved super-heroine hands opened and lifted up. One by one, gorgeous heroines spread their eyes wide beneath the hanging spill of their hair and gasped in humiliation, as they watched their once-proud symbol-emblazoned panties flutter down to form dainty, twisted little rings about their ankles. Booted and bare feet alike squirmed and trembled in sudden humiliation… each and every pair bound together at the ankles by their own skimpy stretching panties like delicate, humiliating fetters.

“ZERO! HAAAAPY NEW YEAR!!!” the whole party of superheroes screamed in unison as the ball lit up on the screen, the drunken chumps still oblivious to the utter sexual defeat going on in their midst. With a gasp the world’s mightiest heroines surged back to their feet to greet the first seconds of the New Year as they should: naked before their enemies, panties around their ankles, and with oozing, dripping pussies.

“Oh, God!” Wing Girl crowed, bending over with laughter. Her face was red and breathless with uncontrollable and mocking giggles. “You--- you sluts actually did it! Oh, God, what whores!” she laughed, pointing.

With a gasp the line of blushing near-naked super-heroines realized that the blonde heroine’s hands were still on her hips, her sleek white panties still in their rightful place… and that she and sultrily smirking Panthris were the only two females in the entire party who have not just stripped themselves into helpless and delicately hobbled nakedness.

But the blinking, blushing, booze-and-buck-nakedness-bewildered heroines did not have long to consider their betrayal. For moments later, the traditional strains of Auld Lang Syne began to swell from a hundred oblivious heroic throats. Eyes going wide, with shocked gasps, the mighty heroines suddenly realized that the moment for that most ancient and romantic of New Years’ traditions had arrived: The Kiss. The moment they had been waiting for, for hours. But, as they squirmed and covered themselves and looked gasping around them, the desperately horny heroines found that their boyfriends, husbands, and super-heroic sweethearts are nowhere to be seen. Instead, the only ones coming forward to claim their quivering, open, kiss-thirsty lips were the evil, smirking villains…

Chapter Five: One Minute Past, Part One: Kisses

Coming forward, grinning, the villains stopped in front of them. For a few seconds, the two lines faced one another at point blank range. The heroines’ gorgeous faces gaped in disbelief at the evil faces leering down at them. Ankles bound by their own panties they could not escape, could in fact merely squirm before them, hands clutched inadequately over their bodies, like naked cheerleaders ambushed in the bath. Then, all at once, choosing the two heroines nearest to them, the villains made their move.

Grinning broadly, the Aberration snapped out one immense green hand and coiled it around Zatanna’s waist. The shapely sorceress gasped in shock as her naked, black-panty-bound curves were slammed up against his massive wall of green muscle. She clutched at him with her white gloves, as her shapely flesh and enormous bare breasts jiggled against him. From beneath the top-hat perched atop her raven-haired head, she gaped up into his face in disbelief.

But even as he was enjoying the jiggling of the buxom enchantress against him, the Aberration’s other hand was already snaking out, and coiling around the slender trembling waist of yet another heroine. With a loud squeal the athletic blonde known as the Valkyrie slammed up against the other side of his chest. She gaped up at him in disbelief, as her enormous Norse breasts rubbed against his troll-like green chest.

Suddenly, resistance blossomed upon Valkyrie’s gorgeous face. “Let… let me go!” she cried. She struggled. But, with her skimpy armored black one-piece now wrapped tight around her ankles she was in no position to resist. Grinning, the Aberration reached a hand down, cupped the blonde’s generous yet silky-smooth ass, and gave it a mocking squeeze.

Valkyrie’s resistance awoke similar feelings in Zatanna. “Un-unhand me, this instant you… you brute!” the raven-haired sorceress gasped. Her white-gloved hands trembled upon his bicep and chest, respectively, as she glared up at him, threateningly. “Unhand me,” she hissed, huge boobies jiggling against his chest, “or I shall be forced to unleash my cosmic powers!”

The Aberration chuckled. “I have a better idea, bitches,” he said. Still cupping and stroking Valkyrie’s helpless ass with one huge green hand, he slid the other hand up to Zatanna’s gorgeous head and cupped it from behind, just beneath her trademark top-hat. Turning his toothy head, her leered down into her pretty face. “Shut up.”

Zatanna’s sorcerous mouth dropped open in gasping shock as she realized his intentions. But it was too late. With easy dominating power the Aberration slammed her face up to his, and, smirking, claimed her luscious lips with his own tusked misshapen pair.

Zatanna’s eyes, already wide, bugged out and trembled as his long tongue slid into her. She trembled, her hands suddenly clutching plaintively to his flesh, as she still tried to struggle. She whimpered and wiggled, squirming desperately against him. Then her eyes rolled back and, with a little shudder, she gave in. Her desperate panicked squeals suddenly changed to whimpering coos and, lifting her gorgeous head high, she eagerly, adoringly, and delicately kissed him back.

Upon the other side of his chest the voluptuous Valkyrie suddenly ceased her struggles and gaped at the kissing pair in shock. She trembled. Her luscious lips came together and, biting them, she whimpered.

Feeling the blonde warrior-woman’s change in tone, the Aberration chuckled, and smirked into Zatanna’s wide-eyed face. Then, just as brutally as he’d yanked her to him, he suddenly ended the kiss and jerked her aside. Zatanna, clutching tight to his body for support, was left panting and gaping into his flesh in shock. Grinning, the Aberration turned to his second choice.

“You wanna give me some sugar too, bitch?” he asked.

Valkyrie licked her lips, and blushed. “Yes…” she said, softly.

“Good,” the Aberration said. He gave her ass one last stroke, then slowly raised his hand to her head. “’Cause I was gonna take it regardless,” he said. Then, yanking her to him, he slid his tongue down into her too. Valkyrie trembled, moaned… and, stroking her hand along his chest, eagerly kissed him back.

All around them other heroines were sharing a similar fate. Beside them Got Gal and Jungle Babe moaned and squirmed in the arms of the notorious thug Kop Killah. The black criminal grinned with delight as he turned his lips from one side to the other, sampling the squirming sighing pleasures of each buxom blonde in turn. On the other side the infamous plunderer of pelts and pussy known as the Bush Poacher grinned broadly as he sampled a double-armload of delights consisting of Lady Midnight’s sumptuous black flesh jiggling in one arm, and Alpha Woman’s buxom redheaded pleasures in the other. His buck-toothed, ugly face turned from one side to the other at his whim… and never failed to receive a delicate, sighing kiss, their hands wrapping and stroking around his head, from whichever beauty he found there.

A little further, grinning smugly, the Matador slowly slid one hand around the trembling waists of Mary Jane Watson on one side, and Batgirl on the other. “Do you American beauties want to be kissed?” he cooed, romantically.

Mary Jane and Barbara Gordon both trembled, gaping up at him in shock. But, with Mary Jane’s satin thong wrapped around her ankles and Barbara’s skimpy bat-symbol-emblazoned panties hanging from hers, they were in no position to retreat. And above them, their naked pussies glistened brightly… each beneath a delicately trimmed and naturally redheaded bush.

Finally, Mary Jane licked her lips. “Yes…” she whispered. Her voluptuous body, clad in little but high heels and her own glittering wedding ring, squirmed with naked desire before the tall dark Latin thug.

Barbara squirmed, as the criminal caressed her ass. She whimpered. “Yes… please…” she sighed, eyes blinking up at him in awe as her pussy shimmered with fluid.

The Matador grinned. “Good,” he said. Then he pulled them both to him. There was no resistance. In seconds, both redheads were squirming and moaning eagerly in his arms, each fighting for the right to press her luscious trembling lips to his. Going with MJ first, he shoved his face forward, making hers bend back. Mary Jane trembled in his arms, her wedding-ring-decorated fingers delicately stroking his shoulders… and moaned with pleasure as his long tongue slid inside her. Waiting on deck, Barbara passed her time by pressing a series of delicate plaintive kisses up and down the side of the slender criminal’s neck.

Several meters away, the hulking villain known as Attila the Hung had both White Queen and the Black Cat trapped and shivering against the windows. Gasping in awe, quivering against the cold windows, neither beauty could help herself: eyes gazing downward, they gasped in awe at his huge package, throbbing through his trunks. Then they looked back up and, whimpering, their blushes deepened. The villain was leering right at them. They had been caught, and knew it.

Grinning, Attila raised a hand… and, with a single finger, motioned them towards him.

The two heroines gasped. They squirmed. But in the end, they could not resist. With twin sighs, they detached their jutting voluptuous bottoms from where they had squished against the window. Each with a little white panty wrapped around her ankles, they delicately hobbled forward, and obediently slid into his arms.

“Me first…” the Black Cat begged, lifting her gorgeous platinum-blonde head, her lips trembling with need. She trembled, eagerly, as his hand wrapped around and eagerly stroked her voluptuous naked flesh. “Please… kiss me first!”

“No!” the White Queen moaned, body squirming with need against Attila’s hulking form while his hand, down low, stroked teasingly at her jutting round ass. “Me! Me!”

Slowly, Attila looked back and forth between the two gorgeous squirming creatures. His smirk broadened. Then, choosing to start with royalty, he yanked the White Queen to him and slid his tongue deep inside her. Emma whimpered, her eyes blinking wide… and slowly coiled her gloved arms around his thick neck. Under his other arm, the Black Cat gasped in disappointment, not used to men leaving her in the cold. But, bowing her head she laid kiss after kiss upon his chest as, enduring the adoring whimpers of her deeply tongue-violated comrade, for once she obediently waited her turn.

Meanwhile, though most heroines gasped, glared, and at least put on a show of resistance before giving in, only one heroine actually attempted to escape. Strutting forward at one end of the line, the massive aquatic villain known as the Leviathan seized a hold of Green Specter by her arm. The buxom blonde gasped but, gaping up at him in shock, did nothing to resist him. Then, the leering grey villain turned upon Wolf Woman.

The buxom Latina squirmed back and forth, gaping up at him in shock. Then, slowly, her eyes turned down to his penis. For sake of propriety, instead of going naked as was his usual wont the Leviathan had worn an oversized super-hero-esque speedo to the party. But this did very little to conceal the very un-super-hero-like, nearly two-foot-long shark-like beast coiled inside. Wolf Woman stared at in in disbelief. She licked her lips. Then, a look of sudden terror and panic spread across her gorgeous masked face.

“N-no!” she cried. And, turning, she tried to flee. But, feet hobbled by her own humiliatingly lowered brown panties, she got only a few clumsy steps before the Leviathan caught her.

“NO!” Wolf Woman cried, again. But, hobbled by her wolf-printed panties wrapped around her ankles, blinded by panic, she could not fight back. Her head spun first way and then the other, but all the heroines she saw, swimming in booze, were too busy kissing to even notice her predicament, let alone help.

With a cackle, the Leviathan yanked her back to him. Her voluptuous naked ass ended up pressed right against his bulge. Her ample cheeks enveloped his massive throbbing package, squeezing it tight. “Oh, Goddess!!!” Wolf Woman cried. She struggled, wiggling in his arms. Yet all this did was to grind her buxom ass harder around his penis, which pulsed in delight between her caressing curves. She bent over, wiggling… and in the process, his massive shaft pressed right into her naked pussy and ground against it, separated only by his speedos.

“Oh…” Wolf Woman gasped, her eyes going wide… even as the Leviathan seized and groped her tits. The press of the huge cock sent a sudden flood of moisture into her pussy. Momentarily frozen, she suddenly couldn’t struggle at all.

“That’s right, bitch,” the Leviathan sneered. Yanking her back by his cruel hand on her breasts, he slammed her back against his torso. Ass still squeezing against his cock, the gorgeous Latina turned her face up and, from his chest, gaped at him in awe. “Shut the fuck up,” the Leviathan sneered. And, bowing his head down to hers, he seized her lips and plunged down between them. Wolf Woman whimpered, as his long tongue, just as inhumanly oversized as his penis, slid deep into her. Then, in an instant, every shred of resistance left inside her broke. Sighing with helpless and submissive pleasure, the gorgeous Latina lifted her head up into his kiss and began to kiss him back, whimpering hungrily as she did so. Meanwhile, as his hand stroked luxuriantly down the front of her body, her buxom ass began to rub and squirm against his giant penis… this time with motions that were the exact opposite of resistance.

Meanwhile, through the entire brief if heated contest, Green Specter had sloshed and stumbled helplessly, gasping, at the end of the Leviathan’s other arm. Clutched tight in his grip, she gaped in disbelief at the sight of the massive monster kissing Wolf Woman… and at the way the sighing, squirming Latina obviously loved it. Slowly, as he chuckled, the Leviathan’s hand slid around from her waist down to take a firm hold of her buxom ass. Green Specter gasped, deeply. But she made no attempt at resistance at all as she was yanked tight up against him. Held squirming against his body, his ready pussy on deck, her lips hanging open and trembling as they waited patiently for their turn to be plundered as well.

Though it played out over a seeming eternity in the heroines’ minds and hearts, the entire contest between heroine virtue and villainous lust had taken less than a minute to play out… with female honor going losing across the board. As the strains of Auld Lang Syne continued to rise and soar from a hundred oblivious heroic throats, what had been two lines of opposites facing each other had once more become a mixed throng of squirming heroines and evil villains… locked in one another’s arms, making out passionately. Every ounce of hatred, of rivalry, of enmity that had existed inside either of them seemed, in an instant, to be transformed into utter ravenous passion for one another’s bodies. As they kissed and kissed the heroine’s resistance broke down even further. They began to rub their bodies against their paramours. Heroine hands lifted up and began to twine about their suitor’s necks, or run through their hair, their luscious lips trembling and whimpering as they were brutally explored by large and powerful villainous tongues.

Finally, at long last, the strains of the traditional song began to fade. One by one, the drunken heroines tired of singing, and began to look around, looking to get their own taste of sweet super-heroine lips. Tearing their eyes from the screens they looked around in confusion, drunk minds wondering blearily where their shapely super-sweethearts could have gone. And then, moments later, they spotted them… and their jaws dropped in dismay.

Suddenly, from all sides of the mixed swarm of heroines and villains, locked and squirming in each other’s arms, a dark and threatening rumble arose. A hundred heroic throats yelped, or bellowed, or screamed forth the name of their favorite beautiful, buxom, and now traitorously villain-tonguing heroine in shock. One by one they shot to their feet and, wavering drunkenly back and forth, gaped in horrified disbelief… and fast-rising fury.

“What… what is the meaning of this?!!!” the mighty Thor bellowed, as he saw his voluptuous countrywoman Valkyrie squirming and whimpering in the arms, and beneath the tongue, of the troll like monstrosity that was the Aberration. As he watched, appalled, the villains’ green clawed fingers stroked in gloating mockery over the precious blonde beauty’s flawless wiggling ass… and then, taking a fold of her silky flesh between two claws, gave it a mocking pinch. “This… this will not stand!” he thundered, frothing at the mouth. “You are not worthy of such as she!”

With a snarl of fury upon his face, mighty Thor reached instinctively for his hammer. But instead of grasping it he missed, and promptly toppled right off his stool. He found himself upon his hands and knees, shivering and barely able to move. Gaping at the sudden storm of nausea pouring through him, he raised a trembling head. Above him, he saw the Aberration’s gloating and oblivious claws take a firm hold upon the entirety of one of Valkyrie’s jutting shapely buttocks, and pull it up in a squeeze. As the huge ass-cheek lifted aside, he briefly looked up right at her sacred pussy… glistening and drooling moisture. Turning his head down, world spinning, he fell back down prostrate before her distant groped ass, as if in worship, and sent a huge torrent of his divine vomit hurtling onto Tony’s immaculate marble floor.

He was far from alone. All around the room, singly and as entire teams, hero after hero tried to charge boldly and valiantly to his squirming shapely lady’s rescue… whether from a villainous plot or her own drunken lust, they perhaps were afraid even to ask themselves. One by one, with lurches and startled bleats of dismay, they found themselves toppling over to land sprawled across the cold stone floors. Others stood up tall from their seats and, lifting up the instruments of their power, prepared to blast their impudent foes into ashes from afar… only to have said instruments slip from their trembling fingers, and find themselves sinking and sprawling, helplessly, back into their chairs.

The heroines remained utterly oblivious. Lost in their own worlds of delightfully dominant villainous flesh, all they knew was the thrilling muscle their bodies were rubbing against, the powerful tongues that were kissing them deep, and the groping hands that were insolently and thrillingly exciting their bodies. Wrapping their arms around their foe’s necks, kissing them back with ever-increasing passion, flat bellies and huge breasts pressing and rubbing plaintively against their evil flesh, the slightest thought of the heroes gaping all around them never even entered their pretty, drunken, kiss-swirling heads.

Chapter Six: One Minute Past, Part Two: Ms. Americana Falls

Amidst the be-kissed heroine swarm, however, there were a handful of luscious ladies who remained, for at least a brief time, unclaimed, their naked bodies untouched. Not because no villain wanted them – quite the contrary - but because their top-shelf pussies had each been claimed by a particular sinister suitor well in advance. Not knowing this, these few beauties were still left, for at least a few seconds, to gasp in disbelief at their own kissing comrades all around them… and to wonder, trembling in drunken yet undeniable disappointment, why it was their own silky voluptuous and caress-aching flesh had not yet been brutally and thrillingly seized.

Ms. Americana was one such heroine. In the sudden rush of heroines into villain’s arms, the shocked Queen of Justice had been shoved and jostled aside by eagerly intertwining heroine-villain pairs, and soon found herself stumbling about on the outside of the writhing moaning throng. Now she swayed drunkenly, gasping in disbelief with her own proud panties wrapped around her still-booted ankles, as she found a wall of wiggling heroines and villains on one side… and a sea of groaning, gaping, vomit-stained heroes stretching out on the other. It was, she briefly gaspingly reflected, like she was caught naked upon a stage, with the squirming heroines behind her as her curtain and the vast, pitiful whimpering wrecks of super-hero-dom stretched out before her a helpless, captive audience. Her hands slid and cupped at her body, desperately trying to cover it from the gaping heroes’ gaze… but, in small consolation to them, were wholly inadequate to the task. Swaying drunkenly and gasping, the Queen of Justice briefly wondered, whimpering, if she were trapped in a nightmare… or a dream.

“What… what is happening?!” the shocked heroine asked, eyes wide, her gloved hand held up so that the back of her blue A symbol hovered before her luscious, trembling lips.

Sloshing clumsily back and forth, gaping in disbelief first to one side and then the other, Ms. Americana was in no position to notice as a little clawed hand slowly reached out and, accompanied by a tiny snicker, wrapped around her illustrious ankle-binding panties. Several nearby heroes, eyes going wide as they saw what was about to happen, tried to bleat out a warning to her. But amidst the writhing chaotic sea of stricken heroes that stretched out before her, filling her horrified vision, they were but a drop in the ocean, and the gaping super-beauty utterly failed to notice.

With a cruel laugh, the little clawed hand yanked Americana’s panties right out from under her, taking her ankles with them. With a great yelp, Ms. Americana’s top heavy body went head over heels and fell, squealing. She hit the floor ass-first, with a loud screech, and then went sprawling down flat on her back. Her long and powerful legs spread out, but came back down to form a diamond shape, since her booted ankles were still humiliatingly hobbled by her own tight-rolled panties. Gloved hands lying by her sides, thighs open and pointed upwards to either side of her glistening pussy, the naked heroine gaped at the ceiling as stars briefly whirled before her eyes. Then, slowly, she lifted her spinning head… and her jaw dropped, as she gaped in shock.

“G-Gremlin King?!” she gasped, staring in horror at the little gnarled figure that loomed, grinning, over her naked fallen body. “What… what are you doing here?!”

“Now is that any way to greet the life of the party?” King Mischievus cackled at her, sneering, from beneath his bobbling jesters’ crown. “Without me and my gremlins toiling away tirelessly behind the scenes, you super-squares would have bored us all to death!”

Grinning, the King of the Christmas Gremlins turned and pointed around the room. Following his gaze helplessly, Ms. Americana’s jaw dropped as she gaped in horror. Only now did she see them. Before, aided by mystic magics and their own diminutive size they had remained hidden, snickering under furniture, peeking up through ventilation grates, or leering down from behind hanging televisions. But, now that the heroes’ threat had been entirely neutralized they had come out to celebrate. As she gaped around the room, she saw them dancing gleefully upon the backs of helplessly trembling and prostrate super-heroes. Others, wrapping their clawed hands around the groaning heads of square-jawed heroes and cackling gleefully, repeatedly dunked the helpless champions into pools of their own vomit. Others delighted delivering cruel kicks up in between helpless heroes’ legs, cackling at the whimpers and girlish squeals the heroes made as their precious, speedo-clad and utterly inferior packages got mercilessly abused. Now that is was safe to play the Gremlins were having the times of their lives, tormenting helpless heroes… all while gleefully watching the squirming, moaning naked-heroine show.

“But…” Ms. Americana gasped, shocked. “But… it’s not Christmas…”

“We’re branching out,” the little monarch purred, smirking.

Taking advantage of her distraction, while she was still gaping in horror at his cackling hero-abusing minions, the Gremlin King made his move. Hopping forward onto her, he slammed each of his feet down onto her gloved hands, pinning them to the floor. Then, before she could react, he reached down to her hourglass waist and tore away her belt. Cackling in triumph he sent it skittering away to land in a pool of super-hero vomit.

“Oh! Goddess!” Ms. Americana cried. Her gorgeous face whirled back up to face him. But it was too late. Her belt had been the only thing keeping the deeply drunken heroine on her feet. Now, without it, she could barely move. He had her pinned. But, head swirling with a liquor-fueled fog, there were in any case other things pre-occupying the fallen heroine’s mind. “How?!” she gasped, gaping up at him in dismay. “How? How could you do this?!”

The Gremlin King grinned. Reaching down, he stroked his scaly dick. “Do you know what’s magical, heroine?” he asked. “Gremlin seed is magical.” As if to demonstrate, he plucked a little pre-cum off his cock, and dropped it into a half-finished drink resting on the floor to one side. It fizzed briefly, and then vanished as if it were never there. The Gremlin King leered at the sight, then turned back to his gorgeous captive audience.

“When pumped into a heroine’s mouth,” he cooed down into her gaping, beautiful masked face, “our seed makes her body ripen – prepares her for our conquest. Do you know why? It’s because each of our sperms carries a tiny little miniature gremlin, cackling away in his little sperm, who proceed to hijack your feminine bodies and prepare them for our will. But do you know what happens, heroine, when our seed ends up in the body of a man?”

His evil grin broadened into a huge, wicked leer.

“They wreck up the place,” he said. “Just like we full size Gremlins used to do inside bombers and mines. We wreck up their muscles, their brains, and especially their helpless little dicks. And we ransack their balls, destroying their seed for sport. After all,” he purred, grinning, “we don’t want their inferior genetic material to compete with ours.” His eyes glittering, the Gremlin King’s monstrous lips slowly spread into a gigantic wicked leer. “So do you want to guess, Ms. Americana” he snickered, down into the gaping heroine’s increasingly horrified face, “what all your big and mighty heroes have been happily swilling down in their throats all… night… long?”

Ms. Americana stared up at him, face wide open with disbelief. She shook her head. “No…” she gasped, softly. “No. That’s… that’s impossible!” Her lips trembled. And then, with a deep swallow, through the swirl of shock and of booze, she got her wits back together. Forming her lips in a defiant snarl, she glared up at the leering little villain. “So… so if that’s what you did to our heroes,” she demanded, “what did you do to us?! What did you put in our drinks, you filthy perverts, to make us… to make us so susceptible to your will?!”

Tilting his head back, the Gremlin King cackled with glee. “Absolutely nothing!” he laughed. Looking down at her, he leered. “Oh, our cum probably helped disable a few annoying psychic bitches. But we didn’t need to do anything else to you, bitch! We didn’t have to. We knew that all we had to do was get you super-ladies hot and drunk enough, and your inner sluts would come right out!” Cackling evilly, as if to demonstrate the little villain rapidly pumped his hand up and down his scaly cock. It glowed, and moments later grew to three times its previous size. Still limp, it thumped down and, slithering down Americana’s belly, lodged between her thighs… its massive head pressing, tightly, against the gates of her leaking pussy.

Americana could not help herself. At the sight of his penis and the press of it against her, her eyes slid down and she gaped at his huge cock in disbelief. She licked her lips, and gasped in awe.

“Good, bitch!” the Gremlin King laughed, enjoying the tormented expression upon her face as she stared in open, drunken lust at his dick. “Now, c’mere and gimme a kiss!” Wrapping his clawed hand around the back of her head, he yanked her to him. Her lips opened in a gasp, just in time for his unnaturally long and inhuman tongue to slither down her throat. Americana trembled, whimpering. Then, with a soft desperate moan, like all the heroines before her, she gave in. Lifting her gorgeous masked face to him, sighing with orally brutalized pleasure, Ms. Americana delicately slurped and smooched the leering little lord… while, squeezed between her breasts, the press of his huge cock-head against her pussy made her start moistening rapidly…

Chapter Seven: One Minute Past Part Three: Endgame for Wonder Woman

But Americana was not the only heroine who, briefly, went un-kissed. As Americana was going down and getting subjugated by the Gremlin King, Wonder Woman too stumbled and gasped naked and untouched. She was no more than a few meters away, yet tragically unable to see anything of the Queen of Justice’s fate through the wall of whimpering heroines making out with smirking villains that appeared everywhere her horrified face looked.

“Oh… oh Goddess!” Diana gasped, stumbling back and forth drunkenly between the close-pressed threesomes. “What… what are you doing?” she moaned out, to all the sighing, squirming, eagerly-surrendering heroines all around her. “What… is happening? Why?!”

Yet, even as she gaped at one forbidden coupling after another, writhing and sighing all around her, her own full and luscious lips quivered, thirstily… wondering, desperately, why they had not yet received a taste of Man’s World’s pussy-moistening brutality themselves. Turning first one way then the other, she lifted the back of her hand to her quivering lips and shuddered in horror, her eyes blinking wide.

“How did this happen to us?” she whispered, plaintively. “Who… who could have done it? Who?!”

Suddenly, a slender hand alighted upon her shoulder. With a firm wrench, it span the gasping huge-breasted Amazon about. The same move Tony had tried to pull, but now, drunken and naked and hobbled by her panties, the proud Princess was in neither state nor position to resist it. She gasped, her jaw dropping, as she found herself standing before Wing Girl. The voluptuous blonde heroine stood proudly before her, smiling… hands perched upon hips that were still clad in her sleek, swooping, pure white panties.

“Looking for someone?” the blonde cooed.

Wonder Woman gasped, staring at her in shock. Then, slowly, her face darkened, and her eyes narrowed.

“You!” she hissed… even as she stumbled back and forth, huge bare breasts sloshing and her gleaming red-and-white boots humiliatingly bound by her own star-spangled panties. “You! You… you did all this!”

Wing Girl smiled, completely innocently, and utterly ignored the accusation. “I meant…” Wing Girl cooed, huskily, her eyelids dropping down halfway as she smirked smugly, “were you looking for someone to kiss?”

Her hand remained on the Amazon’s shoulder. Now, sliding it up, she gripped Diana at the back of her neck… and began to gently but firmly massage her tense Amazonian muscles.

Wonder Woman’s jaw dropped. In a haze of lust and liquor, all thought of her previous accusation suddenly flew from her. This was not a line of attack she had ever anticipated.

“Because…” Wing Girl cooed, drawing the fast-breathing Maiden of Might slowly towards her, “it looks to me… like you are…”

Slowly, Wing Girl pulled Wonder Woman’s body up against her own, until their large breasts interlocked and the Amazon’s flat bare belly settled against her own. Keeping one hand on her shoulder, she bent the gaping brunette back until she was smirking down into her face from above. Her other hand alighted upon Diana’s slender hourglass waist... and promptly caressed down onto her amazing ass, which she cupped, stroked and, finally, squeezed. Hard.

Wonder Woman’s breath came fast and hard as she was felt up. Her eyes blinked up into Wing Girl’s batting lashes in shock. Were it a man putting such moves upon her, she would have reduced him to paste in an instant. But, coming from a woman, she froze. Her breath came in a husk. She trembled, and was for once utterly lost for words.

Wing Girl grinned. Then, slowly, smirking, she drew the Amazon’s lips close to hers. She watched the Amazon’s lips carefully. At first, they trembled together. Then, squeezing tight, they let out a little moan. Finally, they opened up and, parted slightly, quivered desperately as if begging to be kissed. Wing Girl smirked. Then, like a hawk swooping down upon its prey her own luscious pink lips pounced down upon Wonder Woman’s fuller red pair and, at exactly the right moment, claimed them. Then, bending her chosen victim back, Wing Girl completed her long and arduous girl-gaming of Wonder Woman with a spectacular and devastating kiss-close.

Diana squirmed and sighed, disorientedly, as she got kissed. She whimpered, as Wing Girl gave her tongue. But she could not resist. Her gorgeous head swayed one way and then the other, sighing with tremulous pleasure, as Wing Girl effortlessly followed. The blonde’s hands had a field day upon her staggeringly buxom body, cupping and stroking her squirming round ass, up and down her thighs, and around her waist. Meanwhile, Wing Girl’s ample pair of tits got to bounce and caress, magnificently, all around Diana’s much larger yet still spectacularly shapely, ponderously jiggling pair.

Then, just as Diana was about to push and quest for more, whimpering with her need, Wing Girl smirked and, gripping her tight by her streaming lustrous black hair, pulled the gasping Amazon back. Wonder Woman was left panting and gaping up at her, ravaged lips open and quivering… visibly thirsty for more.

“Do you want another?” Wing Girl cooed, down into Diana’s gorgeous face.

Wonder Woman gasped. She licked her lips, as they quivered. She could not bring herself to say the words. But finally, with a deep and aching moan, she blushed deeply and silently nodded.

“Gooood…” Wing Girl purred. And, swooping down upon the gasping virgin princess’s quivering defenseless lips, claimed them for herself once again. This time, following the playbook, she used a lot more tongue. Wonder Woman squirmed and moaned… and, putting her hands upon Wing Girl’s body, pulled herself closer and eagerly hung on for the ride. Grinning with predatory glee into her slurping kiss, Wing Girl slowly leaned Diana back even further, until the whimpering Amazon was nearly bent in two… the blonde heroine extending and occasionally giving a few lazy flaps of her wings to help maintain her balance.

Then, even as her tongue teased and toyed with the moaning princess, Wing Girl used one hand to hold Diana close and sent the other down, and around, in search of the ultimate prize. Following DiCarlo’s proven methods she did not approach from the front, where the Amazon was sure to detect it and intercept: she brought her hand down and around, from behind. Slowly, she caressed underneath the silky jutting curvature of the Amazon’s staggering bottom. Slowly, from behind, she crept up in between her thighs. Then, suddenly, feeling a sharp in-draw of breath from Wonder Woman, she knew the moment had arrived. Her approach had been sensed. It was now or never. Pouncing forward, she slid a single finger down and traced it, teasingly, directly across the Amazon’s pussy.

“Mmm!!” Wonder Woman moaned, eyes going wide in mid-kiss. She pulled away, trying to break out of the kiss, but Wing Girl tightened her grip upon the back of the Amazon’s head and pushed in after her, not letting her escape. Smirking eagerly, she twined her tongue forcefully with Diana’s shaking organ… while, down below, her fingers eagerly peeled open the Amazons’ royal cunt and plunged first one finger, then two, deep up inside.

Wonder Woman squirmed, violently, and pulled back harder than before. Taking advantage of the fact the Amazon desperately did not want to harm a single hair upon her new lover’s flesh Wing Girl pushed in after her aggressively, holding on and swirling her tongue with her own for just a few more seconds. But she could only hold her so long. With a loud gasp, Diana’s lips escaped. “S-suffering SAPPHO!!!” the Amazon promptly gasped, her head shooting back and her eyes spreading wide.

“What’s the matter?” Wing Girl cooed… even as, down between her thighs, her slender fingers were eagerly playing the Amazon’s tender defenseless pussy like a virtuoso might with a violin. Every flick of her finger, every scrape of her sharp nails upon delicate and moist labial flesh, every dip and dive inside her and every brush against her helpless clitoris, was designed to fill the Amazon’s inexperienced pussy with submissive and dominated pleasures it has never felt before.

Wonder Woman shuddered, and gasped. Repeatedly, she tried to open her lips to tell Wing Girl to stop. But each time, something happened inside her pussy that derailed her objections into a whimpering, shuddering mewl of irresistible pleasure. Then, slowly, she stopped trying. The tone of her soft panting suddenly changed. Her glorious blue eyes, looking up into Wing Girl’s, began to blink wider and wider… in awe.

Wing Girl smiled as she sees the expression upon the Amazon’s face. She had seen it many times before, and knew precisely what it meant. Slowly, her full red lips twisted up into a huge, triumphant smirk.

“You want more?” she asked, rubbing two fingertips, hard, in a come-hither gesture, against the tender front wall of the Amazon’s tight, juicy pussy.

This time, Wonder Woman managed to find words, instantly. “Yes…” she whispered, softly – voice and body shuddering, helplessly. Her upper lips quivered… as did her lower ones, under Wing Girl’s pounding and invasive thrusts. Then, blinking wide, she wiggled, and softly added, “P-please!”

Wing Girl smirked down upon her gorgeous tiara-crowned paramour, her eyes glittering. “Your wish,” she purred, her lips slowly sinking down to claim another kiss, “is my command.” Then, sliding her tongue deep into Diana’s throat again, she slowly lowered the shuddering Amazon to the floor. There, spreading her target’s legs wide, she slid a third finger into her pussy and, pounding her flat on her back, started to really go to town on her defenseless drooling cunt.

Chapter Eight: One Minute Past Part Four: The Boob Window Finally gets Filled

Meanwhile, as Ms. Americana was gaping out at the sea of heroic faces, unaware of the Gremlin King’s claws wrapping around her little fallen panties, and as Wonder Woman was being stalked and seduced by Wing Girl, another heroine had, after the initial rush, also found her lips mysteriously un-kissed. She was Power Girl. The short-haired and huge-breasted blonde swung first one way and then the other, her trademark udders wobbling and jostling along with her.

As she gaped in disbelief at one squirming sighing kissing threesome after another, it seemed to her that her own much-prized and exceptionally voluptuous half-Kryptonian body was the only one that remained free of groping villain hands and plunging villain tongue. Her buxom ass had ended up at the back, squeezed in between the swirling moaning throng and the windows, so she could not see Ms. Americana nor Wonder Woman. She twisted back and forth, whimpering in dismay at her the cold untouched status of her sumptuous curves.

“But… but I just wanted to be kissed…” she whimpered appearing, briefly, on the verge of tears.

“Is that all?” a rumbling voice suddenly asked, from behind her.

With a loud gasp, Power Girl turned, rapidly enough to leave her enormous all-natural boobies bounding and shaking from side to side for several seconds. Her jaw dropped. Her eyes started to spread wide and kept on going, as they turned up and up. Before her, towering, looming, stood Lord Vile himself.

“Are you looking for a companion, heroine?” he asked.

Power Girl gasped, deeply. Slowly, she put both hands behind her, and folded them behind her insane jutting ass, leaving her titanic boobies jiggling free and unobstructed before his gaze in the front. “Yes,” she whispered at last, lips quivering.

“Do I suffice?” he asked.

Power Girl breathed deep. She squirmed… inadvertently or deliberately showing off every delicious jiggle her exceptionally buxom body could make. “Yes,” she said, softly.

“Good,” Lord Vile said. His huge armored head turned one way, then the other. “It is crowded here,” he said. “Come. Let us go somewhere more… intimate.”

He extended a hand. Power Girl stared at it. She breathed deep. Then, hesitantly, she took it. “Okay,” she said, smiling shyly. Then, suddenly, she took a sharp breath. “Just… just as long as we don’t go anywhere no one can see,” she said, a brief spurt of fear deep inside her fertile swollen hips driving a little spike of girlish prudence up through the swirling haze that filled her brain.

Beneath his mask, Vile’s shadowed lips slowly spread into a smile. “Oh, don’t worry about that…” he cooed. Holding her by the hand, Vile led Power Girl out from behind the whimpering moaning throng of be-kissed heroines, around the edge of the bar, and out into the center of the party. As they went they passed Wing Girl and Wonder Woman, locked in their passionate embrace… Wing Girl’s predatory hand just sneaking up under the Amazon’s silky voluptuous ass towards her ultimate prize. Vile smirked, enjoying his comrade’s good fortune, and kept going. Power Girl followed him in a daze. So dazed was she by thoughts of her impending kiss, and so drunk, she barely even realized the distraught state of the party’s heroes and thought nothing of it… even as her blue boots and big buxom ass marched right past their whimpering forms.

Smirking, Vile yanked a couple of sprawled heroes up off the fine leather couch they were hogging, and tossed them aside. They landed atop a pile of others, all covered in each other’s vomit, and moaned. Groaning, gaping, helpless heroes – his own hated enemies all – surrounded them on all sides. Power Girl, standing off to one side, swaying drunkenly, was busy gaping in awe into the air at her own lustful thoughts and once more failed to notice. Smirking, Vile sunk down onto one side of the couch, and motioned her towards the other. Gasping, Power Girl obediently sank her buxom haunches down beside him and sat, side-on, facing him.

“So heroine,” he cooed, laying back luxuriantly beside her and allowing one massive arm to rest back along the top of the couch. “Am I correct in guessing that you desire a kiss?”

Power Girl squirmed. At the tips of her huge boobies, her large nipples got just a little bit bigger. “Yes,” she said, blinking up at him shyly.

“Good,” the hulking villain purred. Reaching down, he yanked down the front of his trunks. An immense dark purple schlong, rock hard and covered in veins, immediately burst from his overloaded shorts and shot up, directly in between the heroine’s immense and delicately jiggling breasts, to hover before her face. “Then kiss this,” he said.

Power Girl gaped in shock. His cock was so long, its tremendous flared head hovered just inches from her lips. She stared at the tip of his giant phallus, her eyes wide. It rose up, in between her gargantuan breasts… though, without her trademark boob-window costume to squeeze them together, the titanic jugs merely brushed gently against his immense shaft from time to time, as they swayed with their own ponderous weight, rather than squeeze it tight between them. Slowly, her luscious lips twisted into a snarl.

“How… how dare you?” the half-Kryptonian beauty hissed. Lifting up her gorgeous blue eyes, she glared daggers of fury up into her face, her luscious lips trembling around pearly clenched teeth.

Vile sighed, heavily. Lowering his arm back off the couch, he put his hand on her back, and then gave her a tiny shove forward. Power Girl gasped, eyes going wide and jaw dropping down in shock, as his immense cock slid up firmly between her breasts. Now, squeezed around his gigantic veiny girth, her huge yet flawless udders did indeed press in tight around him. She tilted her gorgeous face back swiftly, but still gasped in shock, eyes wide, to find his enormous cockhead hovering less than an inch from her lips.

“I said: Kiss it!” he said, admiring the view as the domed tips of her enormous boobies jiggled, delicately, to either side of his cock. He took his hand off her and, resting it back upon the couch, luxuriantly settled back, enjoying the feeling of her world-famous tits shimmying all around his meat. “Kiss my cock, and I’ll let you kiss me on the lips,” he purred. “But you have to be a good little heroine, and do what you are told first.”

For several seconds, Power Girl gaped down in shock at his close-looming dick. Then, slowly, her lips twisted once more into a snarl, quivering with seemingly twice as much fury as before.

“You… you filthy, sexist pig!” she hissed, glaring in rage at his gigantic, throbbing cock-head. A look of pure, righteous fury spread across her gorgeous blonde face. She neglected to withdraw back away from him so that, as she spoke, her gigantic tits continued to shimmy and shake delightfully all around his appreciatively throbbing shaft. “You… you men are all the same!” she snapped, shaking upon her buxom haunches in fury. “You think that because I have big breasts I’m just your plaything, put here for your pleasure. But I am not! I am a proud woman of justice! I display my breasts because I can, to flaunt my power, not… not to make evil men’s dicks big and thick and hard!”

She licked her lips, pausing for breath. Then, slowly, she turned her gorgeous head up, and looked him in the eye.

“I,” she said, proudly, chin lifted high, blue eyes flashing, “am among the last daughters of Krypton! I am one of the most powerful women on Earth! I desire more than to kneel at your feet, and lick and suck at your penis, and… and…” She whimpered, her tirade suddenly breaking apart. Her buxom hips shook. Slowly, she turned her shuddering head down, and gaped at his gigantic penis in dismay. “I… I mean…” she whispered, licking her lips, “I… I don’t want to be led away, naked and in your chains. I’m a slut, not a super heroine! Oh! OH! I… I mean… I mean…”

With a soft whimper, her tirade ended entirely. With a tormented wail, Power Girl could no longer help herself. Her gorgeous head rocketed downwards and, wrapping her lips around the tip of Vile’s immense penis, she obediently did as she had been told and gave it a slurping, lingering, and visibly adoring kiss.

Vile chuckled, infinitely amused. Raising a hand he stroked the back of her bobbing blonde head, as he might an indulged pet’s. “Good…” he purred, as her lips quivered around him and her tongue slid, worshipfully, around his glans. “That’s a good little cock-slut…”

All around them, heroes whimpered and collapsed crestfallen to the floor. Power Girl’s defiant tirade, no matter how humiliatingly delivered, had briefly given them hope. Now those hopes had been dashed. But, trembling, paralyzed, helpless, they still had to watch as, whimpering and wiggling a little closer, the buxom naked heroine pressed another kiss onto Vile’s penis, and then another, and then another. Seeing his former foes watching him, Vile chuckled, and grinned. Lifting up the hand not resting gently upon the back of her delicately bobbing head, as the most buxom heroine of them all gave him kiss after worshipful kiss upon his penis, he gave them all the middle finger, and then sat back and, head rolling back, enjoyed.

After several minutes of kisses, Power Girl finally withdrew her slobber-coated lips from his penis, and gaped at her handiwork in awe. The first several inches of his gargantuan purple cock were covered in her bright red kiss-marks. Licking her smudged lipstick, she breathed deep. Then, she turned her eyes up to his.

“If… if I suck your dick…,” she whispered, wiggling nervously upon her knees, “will you still respect me afterwards?”

Vile chuckled. Raising a hand, he stroked it reassuringly down her pretty, gasping cheek. “Of course,” he purred. “It won’t change my opinion of you at all.”

“Th-thank you!” Power Girl gasped. Then, diving back downwards, she spread her lips wide and, wrapping them around his immense cock, began eagerly to suck. Vile sat back, and sighed with pleasure. Reaching out, he lay one hand upon her bobbing head, and slid the other back around and up underneath her ass. There, following quite a similar route to Wing Girl’s, his fingers found her pussy and began, lightly, to stroke it. Power Girl whimpered. But, instead of trying to stop him she sat forward, lifting up her ass to give him better access to her drooling pussy… and sinking her lips lower down on his massive cock.

“In the sense,” Vile calmly continued, one hand riding her bobbing head, the other idly stroking her drooling pussy, “that, regardless of whether you suck me or not, I will still think of you as a stupid horny slut, who would be better off as a villain’s slave.” Then, having completed his thought, he suddenly shoved down upon her head. Power Girl whimpered eyes going wide in disbelief over his huge in-rushing cock. But, unable to resist, she nevertheless opened her mouth wide and, gurgling, let his huge cock slide deep inside as he began to fuck her throat.

Chapter Nine: One Minute Past, Part Five: Look Who’s Cumming to Dinner

Finally, to rewind time one more time dear readers, there is one last heroine who was left naked and gasping and without a anyone to kiss, finding herself bereft of a partner after the initial rush of moaning heroines into the various villains’ arms. This last one, for those who have not kept track themselves, was Supergirl.

The last full-blooded Daughter of Krypton twisted and turned, gasping at the panoply of villain-heroine kissing going on around her… and shocked, deep down inside, that no yet done her the honor of strutting up and attempting to lay his hand upon her most priceless of bodies. Her pussy oozed, excitedly, at the thought – not sure what would happen if one did – not sure if she would fight, flee, or melt into his arms. She wore gleaming red and yellow boots that covered her calves, a long spill of golden blonde hair reaching to her waist, and little else. A tiny pair of blue panties bound her ankles delicately together… upon the flapping seat of which, humiliatingly, was printed the famous S-symbol she shared with her male cousin.

Said cousin himself, Superman, was slumped upon a couch no more than ten meters away from her, and yet utterly unable to come his whimpering and shapely relative’s aid. Not a single one of his powers was working. When he tried his eyebeams he merely winced, as his sudden splitting headache intensified. When he tried his super-breath, he had to stop as a surge of vomit almost came out. Even when he tried merely to rise he barely even got as far as sitting upright before, his head suddenly spinning, he had no choice to but sink back down, his entire muscular body shivering helplessly.

Inside the Man of Steel, as in all the other heroes, millions of tiny magic gremlins danced gleefully through his veins. They marched through his muscles and his brain, kicking them gleefully and severing every connection they could. And they especially delighting in marching through his Kryptonian scrotum, massacring his competing sperm for sport, and ensuring his inferior member would not compete with their progenitors’ quest to fertilize human wombs. His Balls of Steel, at least, would likely recover. Many of the other heroes, even if they survived this, would never be able to father children ever again.

As Superman watched, paralyzed, an hourglass-shaped figure appeared out of the shadows behind his gasping and oblivious cousin, and slunk up behind her. A slender finger tapped upon her shoulder. With a gasp, Supergirl span around. Her eyes grew wide.

“Looking for something?” Panthris cooed, smiling sultrily down at her. Reaching out, she put a hand comfortingly upon the voluptuous blonde’s slender upper arm.

Supergirl shivered. “Oh… I… I don’t know…” she said, squirming naked. “I mean…”

Panthris’s smile broadened. “I meant,” she purred, “do you want a kiss?” Her hold upon Supergirl’s bicep tightened.

Supergirl gasped. Her eyes darted up and down. “But… you’re a lady!” she gasped.

Panthris chuckled, softly. “According to some, yes,” she purred, pulling Supergirl closer. “According to some…”

Sliding Supergirl’s naked body up against her own, Panthris bent her golden head back slightly and, settling her lips upon those of the startled young heroine, slid her tongue down her throat. Supergirl whimpered in shock, her pretty blue eyes blinking wide as saucers… yet, though she clutched delicately to Panthris’s body and trembled, she made no attempt to resist.

‘Yes!’ Superman thought, relieved. ‘Oh, fuck yes!’ He had been dreading the moment some filthy male villain would come to put his hands upon his precious cousin, and he would be forced to watch. But now, as the sultry villainess’s tongue danced with Supergirl’s his heart leaped in his chest. Then his eyes sank a little lower, to the sight of Supergirl’s large knockers getting caressed and teased by Panthris’ enormous pair. Suddenly the little chubby that had been half-erect in his shorts leaped to full and straining attention.

‘Oh… Great Krypton…’ he thought, watching Cara and Panthris make out… as his dick continued to throb. ‘This is… wrong.’

He tried to look away. But his eyes only got so far as his neighbor on the couch. There, beside him, Spiderman had a clear view of both his wife, eagerly getting tamed in the ring by the Matador’s tongue, and his girlfriend, who sighed with pleasure as Attila the Hung stroked her shapely charms. Having already discovered the hard way that his web-slingers were not functional, the whimpering hero was watching helplessly… and, at the same time, helplessly stroking the little chubby that had protruded up through his costume, at the sight of his two beloveds getting stolen.

“Oh… fuck it” Superman muttered. Eyes swooping back to his shapely cousin with relish he slid his hand down inside his own tiny little red shorts and began furiously jerking it to the sight of her writhing with pleasure under kiss after kiss after delicious lesbian kiss.

Meanwhile, exchanging smooches with Supergirl, Panthris could see what the hero was doing in the distance. She smirked, eyes glittering with mirth, but then quickly got her gaze back on her supple heroinely prize. Supergirl, meanwhile, was by now utterly lost in Panthris’ arms. Sighing with pleasure, she eagerly pressed her lips again and again to Panthris’ smirking mouth, completely oblivious to what her cousin was doing.

Chuckling, Panthris accepted the voluptuous blonde’s kisses while behind, her long cruel clawed fingers eagerly stroked and caressed the Kryptonian beauty’s shapely squirming ass. Supergirl sighed and, wiggling in her arms, eagerly kissed her back. Then, smirking, Panthris slowly slid her clawed fingers up underneath the unsuspecting blonde’s voluptuous buttocks, and stroked them teasingly across her pussy.

Supergirl trembled and moaned into Panthris’ kiss as she felt the villainess’s long slender nail slide into her snatch. Pulling back from her kiss, she blinked up into the older woman’s smirking face in shock. But rather than pulling back, as her lower lips moistened she slid her tongue out and, quivering, made her upper pair equally moist. She said not a word, but her wide-blinking eyes said a thousand.

“Are you a virgin?” Panthris cooed.

The blonde heroine breathed deep, making her large bare breasts lift and wobble delicately upon her chest. She licked her lips again, eyes blinking wide, as her pussy was plundered. “Yes,” she finally whispered, very very softly. She licked her lips yet again, gazing up into Panthris’s face in awe. Her voluptuous hips had begun to rotate slowly, in little helpless circles, as her pussy got steadily heated up and readied. “I’m… I’m glad you picked me, Panthris,” the little blonde whispered, her voice soft and breathless, her pretty face adoring. “I… I feel safer in your arms than… than I would in one of theirs…” Shuddering in Panthris’ arms, she nodded over the villainess’s shoulder towards the swarm of moaning, villain-kissed heroines writhing just a meter or two behind them.

Panthris turned her head, followed her gaze, and then came back… smiling patronizingly. “Really?” she cooed, arching a curious eyebrow. “But you’re Supergirl.” Two fingers pumping merrily in the blonde’s now eagerly drooling pussy, she used her other hand to clutch the shapely heroine’s squirming ass and give it a tight, cheerful squeeze. “What do you have to fear from any of them?” Even as she said it, she slowly sank her pumping fingers deeper up between the sloppy, tightly-squeezing folds of the heroine’s quivering pussy.

Unable to speak, for several seconds Supergirl whimpered and panted for breath as yet more helpless, unfamiliarly subjugatory pleasure was driven into her. “I… I do not fear them,” she said, at last, voice quivering. “I fear myself.” A particularly powerful shudder pulsed through her hourglass-shaped body, and for a moment she was overcome. Biting her lips, she moaned loudly. Then it passed and once more, gasping, she spoke. “I… I have inside me the last pure womb of Krypton,” she said. Reaching her own hands up she seized Panthris’ body, delicately, for support. Her hands stroked, lovingly, over Panthris’s bare shoulders. “I… I must make sure my first lover is… worthy. For he will father inside me a being of great power.” She paused again, eyes rolling in her head and whimpering, lips hanging open in awe. Then, whimpering, she continued again… in between delicate laps of her trembling tongue around her luscious pink lips. “And… and I… am not sure I can trust myself…” she admitted, softly, stroking her hands adoringly up and down Panthris’s buxom body, “around… around their giant… cocks…”

Slowly, a huge smirk spread across Panthris’s full red lips. She chuckled, in infinite amusement. “Is that a fact?” she cooed.

“Y-yes!!” Supergirl moaned, her head rolling back and forth helplessly, as her pussy got pumped. “But… but I thank you, Panthris,” she whispered. Her hands stroked, lovingly, up and down the villainess’s trim and muscular waist, just above where her evening gown had come to rest around her buxom swollen hips. “I… I really enjoy being in your arms…” Her head rocked back and she whimpered, as Panthris continued to do as she pleased in her cunt. “And… and your hands!” she added, her voice quivering just as helplessly as her sweetly invaded snatch.

Then, lowering her gorgeous blonde head, Supergirl gaped in awe at Panthris’s titanic boobies. She licked her lips, studying them. Then, with a soft sigh, she lowered her mouth to them and, lips trembling in awe, began to lick and slurp adoringly around the huge nipples at the tips of each of Panthris’s gigantic breasts.

‘YES!’ Superman thought. His hand pumped, furiously, inside his distended little red shorts. ‘Oh, God, yes!’ he said to himself, as his gorgeous cousin slurped and lapped and suckled upon purring Panthris’s enormous jiggling jugs. His dick twitched with glee inside his pumping hand, as his eyes lit up at the sight.

Panthris chuckled, softly, as she enjoyed Supergirl’s blushing and delicate oral services. Her eyes darted up, and took in her heroic cousin’s self-pleasure, and her already broad and smug smirk grew even broader. Then her gorgeous face fell back down to gaze upon the gorgeous blonde head bobbing and slurping, worshipfully, at the tips of her gigantic titties.

“That’s good…” she purred, lowering a hand and stroking that bobbing blonde noggin delicately. “That’s a good little Supergirl…” Her lips curled upwards, from a smirk into a gleeful smile, ,as she enjoyed another minute or so of slurping pleasure. “Do you love me, Supergirl?” she asked, at last.

The question caught Supergirl with her lips wrapped delicately around one of Panthris’s nipples, sucking gently. As it entered her head, she let out a soft moan… and continued, delicately, to suckle for another few seconds. Then, slowly, she drew her head back and gaped at Panthris’s gigantic breast in awe. A bridge of spittle connected her lips to the very tip of Panthris’s enormous, flawlessly shapely jug. “Yes,” she finally admitted. Her eyes darted up from Panthris’s breast to her face, and her blush deepened. “I… I want you to be my mentor, Panthris,” she last daughter of Krypton said, softly, “into the world of female pleasure.”

Panthris chuckled softly, continuing to stroke the blonde’s lovely head as she gaped up at her in awe. “It would be my pleasure,” the villainess purred. “How about we start with a basic step. I have been pleasuring you for a while.”

Supergirl, in bending over to suckle Panthris’s breasts, had brought her voluptuous hindquarters a little further away. In order to keep up the pressure on the interior of the blonde’s pussy, Panthris had been forced to withdraw her hand, caress it up and over Supergirl’s shapely fertile hip, and come back in again from the front. Whimpering in awe, as she suckled breast Supergirl had not objected in the slightest to this… but had simply shuddered with a whole new pleasure as she suddenly got entered from a new angle, and the front wall of her pussy mercilessly scraped by Panthris’s sharp sliding nails. Now, to give one last demonstration of her services, Panthris suddenly delivered an exceptionally hard, two-fingered thrust into the depths of the blonde’s pussy and then held it, grinding against her mercilessly. Trembling in awe, penetrated Supergirl let out a great cry of quivering pleasure. Then, after one last pointed mocking tap in the deepest depths of her pussy, Panthris suddenly withdrew her fingers. Supergirl whimpered, suddenly finding herself empty, dripping… and aching, deep inside, for more.

“But this time,” Panthris purred, “show me you can do so on your knees. With your tongue.”

“Oh, Great Krypton!” Supergirl gasped. Eyes wide with shock, she slowly traced her eyes up and down Panthris’s topless and voluptuous body. “Yes… yes mistress…” she whispered, quivering with desire. Slowly, she sank to her knees. Her big shapely ass dropped down until it rested upon the heels of her red and yellow boots, just above where her tiny blue S-symbol emblazoned panties were still draped.

‘Yes! YES!’ Superman thought. As he watched his gorgeous cousin kneel down before the voluptuous villainess, he started beating his meat so fast his hand blurred within his shorts… ready to see her tongue tickle the buxom villainess’s pussy.

Panthris’s smile grew so large it looked like it covered her whole face. She licked her teeth, eagerly, as her clawed hands slowly sank down to clutch the sides of the half-fallen slinky gown that swooped, like a skimpy pair of panties, low upon her belly. Her legs were spread wide, so that the dramatic slits up both sides exposed a considerable amount of muscular, sculpted thigh, and a pair of feet perched high upon six-inch spike heels.

“Ready?” she cooed.

Supergirl licked her lips. Her eyes darted back and forth between Panthris’s face and the hem of her gown, repeatedly. “Yes,” she whispered, wiggling upon her panty-hobbled haunches.

Impossibly, Panthris’s grin grew bigger. “I don’t think you are…” she teased.

Her pride piqued, Supergirl slowly lifted her gorgeous blonde head high. “Drop your gown,” the blonde heroine promised, stridently, “and I promise, I will worship what you have beneath as I have worshipped nothing before in my life!”

Panthris twisted her grinning head to one side, her eyes glittering eagerly. “Alrighty then…” she cooed.

‘Yes! Yes! YESSS!’ Superman thought, as he watched the hem of Panthris’s gown slowly sink. His dick began to twitch wildly in his shuttling hand, and he knew he was on the verge of cumming. ‘Oh, Great Krypton yes...’ the mighty hero whimpered. Then, finally, Panthris’s dress fell away entirely… to reveal a gigantic, eagerly throbbing cock. Superman’s mouth fell open in shock. ‘NOOOOOO!’ he screamed, internally.

Supergirl’s eyes went tremendously wide, as she suddenly found herself kneeling before Panthris’s huge cock. The inhuman villainess’s monstrous penis was well over a foot in length, covered in veins that reached down to her gargantuan spearhead-shaped head, and rested upon an immense pair of swollen balls that hung in front of her pussy. Lips quivering in disbelief, Supergirl stared at it in horror and awe.

“That… that’s a penis!” she whimpered, squirming upon her voluptuous haunches.

“That it is,” Panthris cooed.

Tearing her eyes away from the huge cock, Supergirl tilted them up and gaped into Panthris’s face. “You… you tricked me!” she said.

“Can’t trick an honest super-heroine!” Panthris purred. Reaching down, she gave her half-hardened member a couple of brisk pumps with her hand. In moments it became completely hard. “Are you really telling me you never used your powers to take even one little peek?” Panthris purred as she withdrew her hands to leave her massive member pointing straight up to Supergirl’s luscious mouth… throbbing eagerly, with its obvious desire to be inside.

Supergirl could not help herself. Her blue eyes slowly tilted downwards, and stared at the hermaphroditic villainess’s now fully-hardened penis in shock. She had never seen one so large, so close. “I… I would never do that… to another hero… or heroine…” she whimpered. As she spoke she slowly shook her head back and forth… while her blue eyes remained perfectly stationary, glued to Panthris’s penis.

“Don’t lie to me,” Panthris cooed. Lifting one finger up to hover it, coyly, beside her lips, she used a single finger of her other hand to trace, slowly and teasingly, up and down her immense erect length, forcing gaping Supergirl to repeatedly observe its full size. Whimpering in awe, Supergirl wiggled upon her haunches and watched, her lip trembling. “You must have taken at least a subconscious peek, you horny little slut!”

“No! Never!” Supergirl moaned. Meanwhile her blue eyes, wide as saucers, stared in disbelief as a little trickle of precum ran out of the tip of Panthris’s penis, and slid down the enormous underside of her flared cock-head.

“Well, that may be…” Panthris cooed. Smirking, she swiped up the little trickle of precum off her underside, plucked it from the tip, and brought it to her lips. With a slow, suggestive lap of her tongue she licked it off, swallowed, then leered downwards. “You still promised. So suck.”

Supergirl’s eyes tracked the progress of the little shining drop all the way up into Panthris’s lips. Swallowing, she whimpered, and squirmed. “I… I can’t…” she protested, in a voice that sounded like a schoolgirl pleading with her teacher not to punish her for her tardiness. Completing the picture, atop her boots, her voluptuous well-rounded ass wiggled, as if it feared being spanked.

“Yes, you can,” Panthris cooed, grinning downwards evilly.

Slowly, Supergirl’s eyes fell back to Panthris’s penis. She breathed deep, making her huge bare breasts rise and shake deliciously. Then, with a whimper, she closed her eyes and shook her head. “No!” she moaned. “I… I could never… never do…” Opening up her eyes she gaped at the waiting penis in awe, her breath coming fast and hard.

Panthris’s already huge grin slowly grew bigger. “C’mon…” she purred. “Be a good little heroine. It won’t bite…”

Breathing hard, Supergirl stared at the tip of Panthris’s cock. “But… but I can’t…” she whimpered. She paused, with a gasp. She breathed deep, and licked her lips. “I… I really… I could never…” she said. She paused, and took another deep breath. Then, suddenly, with a tiny whimper, her gorgeous head shot forward. Her lips opened up wide, to either side of Panthris’s huge waiting cock-head. But at the last second, she froze. Her lips trembled. Then she sank back, a fraction of an inch. Her eyes shot up to Panthris. “It’s… it’s too big…” she whispered. She squirmed. “Too big… it will never… never…” Breathing hard, huge bare breasts jiggling and sloshing magnificently, her eyes slowly sank back down to her penis. “It’s… it’s too…” she whimpered. Then, with a tiny, submissive moan, she leaned forward again. Her lips opened wide. Spread to either side of Panthris’s cock, they trembled. Her eyes looked up, again. Then back down. She whimpered. Her lips quivered. Then, with one last moan, she finally closed them. And, eyes closing, with a soft moan she began, at last, to suck Panthris’s penis.

“NOOOOO!!!” Superman whimpered, aloud. But his voice came only as a soft croak. His hand continued beating his meat, furiously.

Looking up, Panthris openly gave the horrified hero a mocking and victorious leer, her eyes gleaming straight down into his. She lapped her chops, and waggled her tongue at him mockingly. Then, slowly, she slid one hand down and rested it, gently, upon Supergirl’s delicately bobbing blonde head.

“That’s good, dear,” she purred, stroking her. At her waist, Supergirl whimpered. Her gorgeous lips, spread nearly to the point of bursting around Panthris’s girth, slurped delicately up and down just the first few inches of her tremendous beast. Her blue eyes, spread wide in awe, gaped down at the foot plus of devastating schlong that still extended from her lips, all the way to Panthris’ distant belly, upon which her gorgeous head had managed to worship only the very tip. “Very good,” Panthris purred, sliding a second hand down and stroking it, luxuriantly, over the blonde Kryptonian’s cock-plundered little noggin. “For a beginner.” Then, taking a firm hold upon her with both hands, Panthris cackled with glee and, brutally, shoved.

Supergirl’s eyes flew wide over her trembling lips. But, quivering helpless and naked upon her knees, she made no move to resist as a massive length of Panthris’s huge cock surged down into her gullet. Forlorn gurgles rose from her trembling pretty head, as Panthris, hissing with pleasure, slammed her meat down into the blonde’s throat, making her delicate Kryptonian neck bulge with the progress of her huge invading schlong. Then, with a soft gasp, she struck bottom, Supergirl’s lips trembling around the very base of her immense shaft.

“Oooh,” Panthris cooed, licking her lips with delight. “Looks like we can add another entry to the long list of areas in which Kryptonians are naturally talented.”

Upon his couch, Superman whimpered in shame and horror. He tried to use his heat vision. He tried to use his super-breath. Nothing worked. Finally, collapsing back into the couch, he trembled in defeat. Hand never ceasing to pump up and down his dejectedly twitching dick he watched, helplessly as, gurgling and shaking upon her knees, his powerful cousin allowed herself to be brutally throat-fucked by Panthris’s gargantuan hero-punishing schlong,. The buxom villainess through her head back and filled the air with cackles of evil glee… too accompany the soft moist slurps of Supergirl still helplessly giving her pleasure.

Chapter Ten: A Quarter Past, At Last – Escalation Ramp, Terminal Kino

As the greatest of their number were being taken down one by one, the rest of the naked heroines continued to moan, and sigh, and whimper in their villains’ arms… oblivious. When they weren’t getting kissed themselves, eyes rolling under their closed lids as their tongues danced delicately with the thrusting brutal organs of their foes, they pressed kiss after sweet kiss to the flesh of their muscular enemies. Begging silently with each kiss to taste the brutal pleasure of their enemy’s lips once more, the heroines’ lips quivered softly as they pressed in turn to their foes’ necks, their obliviously fellow-heroine kissing cheeks, their vast chests, and their mighty heroine-ass-squeezing arms.

But, though they did not see or hear what happened to them directly, as one by one Wonder Woman, Power Girl, and Supergirl were subjugated the sounds they made began to form a barely-audible pornographic soundtrack that, whether they realized it or not, penetrated deep into their subconscious minds. Though they did not realize it, their swirling horny minds instantly recognized the distinctive ‘slick-slick-slick’ sound of first Wing Girl’s and then Panthris’s fingers pounding inside a tight slick pussy, and the familiar ‘schlp-schlp-schlp!’ of first Power Girl’s and then Supergirl’s lips pounding worshipfully up and down a long, triumphant, saliva-lubricated cock. Realizing, in the back of their pretty heads, that other women near them were being prepared for sex, the whimpering heroine’s bodies took on the evolutionary cue and began to prepare themselves as well.

So it was that, one by one the gorgeous heroines, whimpering and moaning into their kisses, suddenly found themselves growing mysteriously but unbearably horny. Between their squirming thighs their pussies, already moist, suddenly started to flood with juices. At the tips of their huge breasts, which were busy rubbing delicately against their villains’ chests, their large nipples suddenly became large and swollen, making the heroines whimper and tremble as their elongated and tender tips pressed into and scraped back and forth against their foes’ hard and muscular chests.

The villains, meanwhile, did hear the soft ‘slp slp’ of fingers in pussy, and lips on cock, and, still in mid-kiss with their gorgeous sighing paramours, smirked. They had been listening for those sounds. They were the signal that the next phase of their fetid assault was about to begin.

Slowly, gloatingly, they began to run their hands down the sleekly swooping and silky curves of the shapely heroines squirming in their arms. Most, like Wing Girl, Vile, and Panthris all had, came down over the epic contours of their victims’ voluptuous asses, and back up in between their thighs. But some, brazenly, slid right down the front of their target’s flat and sexy belly, right down across her muff, straight to her snatch.

In either case suddenly, as one, a dozen heroine’s lovely jaws suddenly dropped wide and gasped in shock as they felt the brush of a villain’s fingertip across their sacred yet unprotected pussies. Several others whimpered, loudly, lips suddenly quivering violently into their foes’ smirking kisses, as their pussies too were suddenly touched, stroked, and besieged.

Every heroine reacted to the heart-thumping touch of a single fingertip to her pussy a little bit differently. Some of their gorgeous faces pulled back and gaped up into their villains’ gazes with pure, disbelieving shock. Others whimpered and trembled, quivers of helpless pleasure almost instantly spreading across their gorgeous yet booze-and-kiss bewildered features. Others, still trapped in their kisses, could only whimper and moan loudly, eyes flashing wide and blinking in up in shock, over the smirking lip-plundering mouths of their nether-lip-molesting attackers.

Regardless of exactly how they reacted, every heroine had one thing in common: she hesitated. Blocked by feelings of booze and lust, she did not instantly hurl her pussy-teasing attacker aside. Her noble virtue failed to rise to its own defense, if only for a few seconds. A few seconds was all the villains needed. Nearly instantly, as they were stroked by their enemies the moisture within the luscious heroines’ pussies, already a trickle, became a flood.

“Oh… oh Goddesss!!!” Green Specter moaned as, within seconds of Leviathan’s finger starting to toy with her pussy, it suddenly seemed as if rivers of fluid were pouring down her shapely pale thighs. Her body shook, uncontrollably, upon his mockingly, ceaselessly probing digit.

“Oh… oh GOD!!!” both Mary Jane and Batgirl squealed, simultaneously as, true to his notorious prowess, the Matador’s fingers suddenly began probing, perfectly, with teasing yet helplessly stimulating skill, just inside the quivering folds of their undefended slits.

Whimpering, gasping, the heroines squirmed and thrashed, helplessly. They blushed, and shook, and trembled. Whether it actually entered her conscious brain or not every heroine knew, instinctively, within her pretty gasping head, that this was it. Kissing could be walked back from. Even making out, naked, was not always the end of the line. But once a man’s hand was in their pussies they knew they only had a short time to react or sex would be almost certain to follow. These were no accidental strokes. They were being escalated, pushed to the point they would beg for sex, deliberately and maliciously.

But, in seconds, they didn’t care. Pussies drenching the villainous hands pumping into them, with loud moans of surrender one heroine after another flung her buxom jiggling curves up against her pussy-stroking villain, clung tight to him and, rather than resisting, opened her thighs wider. Others, whimpering with lust, wrapped their arms around their smirking villain’s neck and, pulling him close, resumed kissing him passionately, even as his fingers continued to play unchecked within her invaded pussy.

The Aberration, meanwhile, got right to the point. “You sluts down to fuck?” he asked, purring, as Zatanna’s buxom body squirmed with pleasure upon one hand, and Valkyrie’s shapely and athletic body trembled upon the other. Both heroines gasped, softly. The Aberration had gone the rear route, and had one huge hand cupped around each of their voluptuous asses, with two thick green fingers each sliding up between their thighs to toy with their pussies. Their breaths came in thick gasps, making their large breasts sway and shake delightfully before him.

“Yes!” Zatanna moaned. Her fertile buxom hips trembled, as the Aberration’s fingers ravaged her pussy.

“P-please!” Valkyrie whimpered. She squirmed and shook upon his hand, juices from her pussy running in shining streamers down her mighty thighs.

The Aberration laughed. “What good little heroines!” he chortled, rubbing his fingers in a little deeper. The raven-haired sorceress and mighty blonde warrior both blushed and, biting their quivering lips, whimpered in humiliation. But, other than spreading their thighs a little wider around his invading digits, did nothing to respond to either his insults or attacks.

Grinning, the Aberration slid his hands out of both heroines’ pussies. He caressed them up and over their buxom, fertile, quivering hips. Then, turning around, he flipped his hands over, dropped them down, and came back in from the front. Both heroines bit their lips and whimpered, loudly, as they were rudely re-penetrated. “C’mon, bitches,” he laughed, and, curling his fingers to grip them by a cruel hook inside their pussies, started leading them away towards a dark and secluded corner of the party. Both heroines gasped softly… and, voluptuous hips swaying awkwardly (for both heroines were still hobbled, around their ankles, by their own self-lowered panties), allowed themselves to be led off, by their own drooling vaginas, to get fucked.

They were the first, but neither the only nor the last. One by one, driven wild by the fingers in their pussies, horny heroines, in between passionate kisses to their smirking villains’ lips chins and cheeks, began to softly beg for sex.

“Please,” Mary Jane whispered, writhing with pleasure in the Matador’s arms as he used three full fingers to ravage her pussy. “Please, fuck me…”

“Yes,” Batgirl promptly whimpered, rubbing her huge tits against his chest as her voluptuous hips ground in little helpless circles upon his pumping digits. She rubbed her gorgeous redheaded face against his bicep, and gasped in adoring awe. “I… I want to feel your evil penis inside me…” she whispered, blushing deeply.

Bush Poacher, meanwhile, had other ideas.

“You sluts want to get fucked?” he asked, in a low and gloating purr, as he watched both Lady Midnight and Alpha Woman roll their gorgeous heads and gasp with pleasure upon his chest.

“Yesss!” both heroines promptly whimpered, voices shaking… as both of their buxom hips shook and trembled helplessly upon the three fingers each he was using to savage their pussies.

“Well, tough!” the ugly criminal sneered. Suddenly pulling his dripping fingers out of their cunts, he whipped them up and planted them upon their heads. Both heroines gasped, loudly, yet could do nothing to resist as they were suddenly shoved down to their knees at his feet. “You gotta earn it first,” the Poacher sneered as, unbuckling his pants, he hauled out his monstrously long and pulsing weapon.

Trembling upon their knees, panties wrapped in delicate bindings about their ankles, both heroines gaped at the huge tool in shock. Then, they bit their lips and, trembling, whimpered with need. It was Lady Midnight who gave in first – but only by a fraction of a second. Darting forward, she wrapped her luscious dark lips around his schlong and, blinking in awe up into his face, began to savage her gorgeous masked face brutally upon it. Her eyes bulged in awe, as did her throat, each time she slammed herself forward… but, unable to help herself, she continued to fuck herself brutally upon his cock, shoving her straining lips as far up his immense shaft as she could possibly get them to go. Arriving slightly later, Alpha Woman sighed and had to content herself to merely wrapping her lips worshipfully around whichever exposed sections of his penis she could find.

Finally, with a soft moan, Lady Midnight could take no more. Slurping back down off the criminal’s immense cock she knelt at his feet, head down and gasping for breath. Alpha Woman lost no time. Wrapping her own luscious lips around the immense liberated cock, she looked up worshipfully into Bush Poacher’s face as she too began eagerly sucking his dick.

The dance exchanged several times, with one heroine slurping deep and moaning in awe, and the other lapping, kissing, and slurping what areas of shaft and balls she could reach. Meanwhile, Bush Poacher idly stroked their gorgeous dick-slurping heads, and leered. “That’s it, bitches,” he purred. “That’s it!” Throwing his pith-helmeted head back, he let out a long and cackling, villainous laugh. His laugh echoed across the party, causing several heroines still squirming in the arms of their exploitive lovers to whimper and moan… but neither it, nor the sound of a few more heroine lips slurping up and down a monstrous villainous cock, caused them to either cease their kisses or to start resisting the ongoing conquest of their pussies.

Chapter Eleven: Twenty Minutes Past – First Pussy

A short distance away, Wing Girl sat crouched over Wonder Woman, pounding away mercilessly in the Amazon’s pussy. Using one hand to keep Diana’s torso pinned to the ground, she grinned as she used her mouth to sample as she pleased from the Amazon’s enormous flawless breasts. Wonder Woman’s gigantic all-natural jugs bounced and wobbled upon her chest, her large nipples both erect and glistening from the continuous action of Wing Girl’s smirking lips and lapping tongue. Meanwhile, Wing Girl used two fingers to pound brutally in and out of the Amazon’s drooling cunt, while her thumb and forefinger worked together to stroke and tease her clitoris.

The echoing of Bush Poacher’s cackling laugh caused Wonder Woman to whimper briefly, and stir. Her eyes blinked at the ceiling in shock, as the knowledge of some villain’s triumph, somewhere nearby, briefly stirred the heroinely spirit within her loins. But unlike the milling mewling heroines whose long legs towered all around her, the Amazon’s pussy had been getting worked over for almost ten minutes straight at that point. The eyes that blinked wide were already glazed with awe and sex. Her gorgeous, horny, booze-swirling head rapidly forgot what it had heard, and settled gently back to tremble upon the floor once again.

The laugh also got Wing Girl’s attention. Sitting up, fingers still pumping mercilessly, she looked around and smirked. Everything was according to plan. All around her, the leering blonde saw heroine pussies dripping under the actions of pumping villainous fingers, saw buxom bodies shifting and sighing as they were felt up, and saw gorgeous heroine faces blushing and sighing as despite the assaults on their virtues and their vaginas they still obediently kissed their smirking conquerors back. Looking around, her smirk broadened as she saw, in the distance, Power Girl squirming and whimpering over Vile’s lap as her luscious lips, trembling, slurped obsequiously up and down his massive cock. In the other direction Supergirl, on her knees, moaned and sighed, her gorgeous head rocking slowly from one side to the other… her open luscious lips never once ceasing to get brutally pumped by Panthris’s deep-ravaging schlong.

In the distance, leading his two stumbling panty-bound targets by their drooling pussies, the Aberration had almost gotten his heroines to a sex location – a distant, secluded couch. But it would be a couple minutes, at least, before he would be inside them. No one else was close. Which meant it was her time, and her chance.

A deep, shuddering gasp brought her attention back to matters close at hand… specifically, squirming moistly all around her tight-squeezed pumping fingers. Looking down, she found Wonder Woman stirring again and, mouth open and quivering, gaping upwards in disbelief. Smiling patronizingly, Wing Girl reached her free hand down and stroked Diana’s face.

“Enjoying ourself, dear?” she asked. ‘Schlp! Schlp! Schlp!’ went Wonder Woman’s quivering pussy, as Wing Girl’s fingers continued to pump, brutally, inside it.

Wonder Woman whimpered and squirmed. She licked her lips, as her l legs shifted and slid with helpless energy over the floor. Her ankles still bound together by her star-spangled panties, her long and luscious legs formed a diamond shape, but, quivering, still spread as far apart as they could, giving Wing Girl as much room as possible to devastate her snatch. “Y-y-yesss!” she moaned, head thrashing.

“Well,” Wing Girl cooed, “if you want to feel more pleasure, then go ahead and spread those thighs wide.” Her long fingers gave a last few strokes inside the Amazon’s sopping slit and then, to encourage her, withdrew.

Wonder Woman breathed deep, a few times. “Yes! Yes, of… of course!” she moaned. After several failed attempts she managed to wiggle one of her feet out of her little twisted bottoms. Then, her world-famous little star-spangled panties still dangling like a skimpy flag of surrender from one ankle, she spread her sculpted, powerful boot-tipped legs as far apart as they could possible go. Between her spread thighs, beneath her trim raven bush, her sopping pussy glistened… helpless and inviting.

“Thank you!” Wing Girl chirped. Sliding over, she knelt down eagerly in between Diana’s wide-spread, quivering thighs. Then, reaching back, she slid her dripping fingers down in between her wings. There, hidden away in plain sight amongst her longest feathers, lay an immense white dildo. Well over a foot in length and perfectly smooth, like a gigantic pussy-punishing bullet. Detaching it from the tiny cord on which it had hung, snapping the tiny string that had kept its tip nestled amidst her feathers, she smirked as she slowly drew it forth over her shoulder.

Lying upon and squirming upon her back, Wonder Woman breathed deep and licked her lips. Then, slowly, eyes focusing on it, her gaze locked onto the gigantic dildo and fixed tightly to it. Her jaw dropped. “Wh-what?” she gasped.

“Ready?” Wing Girl asked. Reaching down, a huge smirk upon her lips, Wing Girl affixed the base of the gigantic dildo to a transparent plastic docking ring that had lain, also hidden in plain sight, right on the front of her panties. In seconds her swooping white panties, which looked like taut spandex but were actually composed of a stiff white plastic, were suddenly converted into a gargantuan, cunt-ravaging strap-on. Stroking a single finger teasingly up and down the huge jutting beast, Wing Girl gazed down at the squirming Amazon Princess lying helpless before her, and gave her a glittering predatory leer.

Wonder Woman’s eyes remained fixed to the giant dildo in shock as it was attached to Wing Girl’s panties. They remained glued to them, after her hand withdrew. “No…” she said. Slowly, she shook her gorgeous, tiara-crowned head. “No… you… you can’t do this…”

“Set,” Wing Girl cooed. Ignoring the Amazon’s objections, she reached out and seized her by her buxom hips. Then, tilting her own shapely hips forward, she nuzzled the tip of the gigantic strap-on up in between the tight, drooling lips of Diana’s defenseless pussy.

“NO!” Wonder Woman said, gaping up at her in shock. “When… when I tell you to stop, you have to stop!” But above her Wing Girl’s eager smirk only broadened. Looking down upon Diana’s gorgeous gasping face, she tightened her grip upon her buxom fertile hips, her eyes glittering evilly. “No…” Wonder Woman whispered, gaping up into Wing Girl’s face in disbelief. “No… no… This… this can’t be happening. Not… not to…”

“GO!” Wing Girl laughed. With a cruel shove of her voluptuous hips, she drove the massive white dildo deep into Wonder Woman’s pussy.

“MEEEEEEEEE!!!” Wonder Woman squealed, eyes rolling up in her head and screaming lips dropping open in disbelief, as the titanic shaft drove inside her. Squeezed tight by the superhuman folds of the Amazon’s pussy, despite Wing Girl’s most strenuous grunting efforts the huge shaft sank in only gradually, inch by inch, into Diana’s sloppy fertile depths. Wonder Woman’s eyes rolled inside her gorgeous tiara-crowned head, and she shrieked and struggled uselessly, as the gargantuan dildo steadily plowed deeper and deeper inside her pussy, each new inch introducing her to feelings of exquisite conquest and glorious defeat she had never imagined in her life.

Finally, with a great gasp of effort, Wing Girl rammed the last few inches home and, head falling back, breathed hard with pleasure. She rolled her hips, delightedly, feeling the press of Wonder Woman’s buxom trembling body back against her crotch. Lifting her head, through beautiful awed eyes she slowly looked around. Upon distant couches, a couple of villains were on final approach, stroking their heroines’ pussies as the gasping sluts spread their legs. Others were in the midst of leading their voluptuous and unresisting targets to more secluded locations. But none had gotten inside just yet.

Closing her eyes, Wing Girl lifted her head high, and began slamming her dildo furiously in and out of Wonder Woman’s juice-vomiting slit. “First Pussy!” she cried proudly, voice rising high and brash. She said it again and again, punctuating each cry with a brutal and victorious thrust into the deep depths of Diana’s conquered cunt. “First Pussy! First Pussy! First Pussy to MEEEEEE!!!!” she squealed, pounding away with glee.

Below her, a huge blush of humiliation exploded across Wonder Woman’s cheeks. She squealed and thrashed, her buxom body wiggling and jerking furiously under the deep thrusts ravaging her defenseless pussy. Yet she could not bear to close her wide-spread thighs even by an inch, or do anything else that might cease the devastating slams up and down her once-virginal vaginal channel.

“Oh… oh, GODDESS!!!” she squealed, as one of Wing Girl’s brutal thrusts sank home. “Oh! Oh! Oh, Goddess! Oh, GODDESSS!!!” she screeched, as more barbaric thrusts rammed into her, again and again and again. She had never felt anything like it before.

“How you liking this, Princess?” Wing Girl laughed, as she massacred the older heroine’s cunt with her enormous strap-on. Hands alighting upon the Amazon’s giant wobbling breasts she caressed them, her fingertips tickling in little teasing circles around her large delicate nipples.

“Unh! Unh! Unh!” Wonder Woman whimpered, shuddering helplessly around the devastation rampaging through her pussy. But even without her lasso, she could not deny the truth. “I… I LOVE it!” she moaned. Her head thrashed back and forth, eyes rolling in their sockets. From her ravaged pussy, traces of red blood leaked down, along with her copious moisture. “Oh, Goddess!” she squealed. It… it hurts! It’s… devastating! But… but… it feels so GOOOD!!!”

“That’s good,” Wing Girl cooed. “So are you glad, now, that I didn’t stop when asked?” she teased. Her hands squeezed and manhandled the Amazon’s giant tits like toys.

“Oh… Goddess!!!” Wonder Woman moaned. Her gorgeous tiara-clad head thrashed back and forth, as a deep red blush exploded upon her cheeks. Yet, no matter how they quivered and attempted to keep silent, her lips could not help but answer. “YES!” she finally moaned. “Oh, Goddess! Yes! Yes!” Bringing her trembling head down she gaped up at Wing Girl’s sweaty smirking face with moist and shimmering eyes, one hand rising, girlishly, to her lips. “I’m… I’m sorry Wing Girl…” she whispered… her body shaking, helplessly, under the deep fast blows landing continuously in her pussy. “I… I must apologize. I… I never would have known how good this feels… if I hadn’t been forced…”

Head bobbing as she pounded mercilessly in the Amazon’s squirting cunt, upon her sweaty face Wing Girl’s already large smirk grew even larger. “That’s okay,” she cooed. Her hands stroked down off the Amazon’s breasts, to caress up and down her shapely hourglass torso, letting the natural royal wonders bounce and jiggle in spectacular freedom for a bit. “But if you want even more pleasure,” she purred. “Then bring your hands together, above your head.”

“Wh…what?” Wonder Woman whispered, quivering. Her eyes were already half lost, filled with sex. Then she shook her lovely, discombobulated noggin. “Yes… yes… of course…” she whispered – voice shuddering as the dildo continued to do its brutal work. Slowly, arms trembling, she lifted her hands up and crossed her wrists high above her head, just above the glorious spill of her raven-black ringlets upon the floor. Then her face suddenly grew confused. “Why?” she asked, in between panting whimpers of pleasure.

Wing Girl smiled. “So that the gremlins can bind you, of course,” she cooed.

Wonder Woman’s beautiful face shuddered for a few seconds, and several more strokes, not processing. Then, suddenly, she blinked, and her eyes went wide. “Wh-what?!” she gasped.

Turning her head up, so that Wing Girl could only see the sculpted underside of her chin, the Amazon looked upwards along the floor. Upside down, she saw two gremlins standing, cackling eagerly… and holding open a loop of her own glowing lasso. Her eyes spread, and her upturned jaw opened wide. “NO!” she squealed… even as her buxom body shuddered, as another, brutal thrust landed home in her pussy.

It was too late. With squeals of glee the gremlins leaped forward, looped the coil around her wrists, and jerked it tight. In seconds, the gasping Amazon felt the sickening feeling, all too familiar to countless criminals but almost never felt by her own glorious flesh, of her mystic truth-enforcing field seeping into her soul and overwriting her will. Her head spun around, screaming, as she watched more gremlins, holding more loops of her long lasso, eagerly snare her trembling booted feet. Before she even knew what had happened the cackling little villains, having already looped their lengths of lasso around pillars, yanked them tight like ship’s crews pulling up the sails, forcing her mighty legs wide. Then they rapidly tied them off, leaving her permanently spread before Wing Girl’s pumping strap-on.

Turning to gape up in disbelief at her conqueror, Wonder Woman shuddered and trembled in shock. She was now utterly helpless. “Oh… oh my Goddess!” she gasped – as the huge strap-on slammed in deep and hard into her pussy yet again, making it tremble and squirt. Her face shuddered, with the force of the blow. “Oh, Goddess! How… how could you?!” she demanded. “You… you traitor!” she squealed, juices shooting from her pussy as Wing Girl’s massive dildo sunk home. “You… you fiend. You… you… you BITCH!!!”

“Ha ha ha ha!” Wing Girl cackled, hips slamming in so furiously her voluptuous ass seemed to blur. She sneered, fingers coiling and stroking luxuriantly around Diana’s enlarged and erect nipples. “You know you love it, slut!” she sneered.

The accusation caused Wonder Woman’s tirade to silence instantly. She bit her lips, with a warbling, tormented whimper. Wing Girl’s smirk spread into a huge sneer.

“You DO love it, don’t you, bitch?!” she laughed. Sliding her hands up from the Amazon’s gigantic wobbling tits, she seized a firmer hold upon her bare shoulders. Then, pushing up with each stroke, she began to sink her huge strap-on with cruel and violent force up along the upper wall of Wonder Woman’s royal cunt. “C’mon!” she snarled, slamming in savagely. “Out with it!”

Wonder Woman’s eyes rolled within her head, as her head itself spun and thrashed. Brutalized moans exploded from her sealed, trembling lips. Yet through pure, semi-divine willpower, she managed to remain silent.

But Wing Girl was not to be so easily deterred. Grinning like an evil little girl, she slowly drew her huge dripping weapon back until only the tip remained within Diana’s quivering cunt. She paused for just a second, rolling the slender tip of the giant dildo inside Wonder Woman’s trembling lips… teasing her with the anticipation. Then, driving forward with all the power her sleek and athletic thighs could muster, she slammed it back in as hard as she possibly could. “I said… OUT WITH IT!” she squealed, as the huge tip rammed home, inside her, to the hilt.

“Oh, GODDESSS!!!” Wonder Woman squealed. Her eyes and her lips burst wide. “Yes! YES! I… I LOVE ITTTTT!!!” Her body shuddered with helpless pleasure as Wing Girl’s massive weapon slammed in again and again and again. “I love it!” she whimpered, head rolling. “I love it! I LOVE IT!” A trickle of her virgin blood ran down from her ravaged pussy onto her bulbous royal buttocks, along with a river of her delighted fluid.

Suddenly, with the admission, what token struggles the Amazon had managed to put up against her lasso ceased. Her luscious legs, which had been squirming ineffectually around Wing Girl’s body, trembled, and then slowly spread wide… opening themselves up utterly to accept the furious conquest rampaging up in between them.

“Ha ha ha!” Wing Girl laughed. “SLUT!” All around them, a half-dozen gremlins also pointed at the buxom, helplessly quivering Amazon Princess, and laughed. Rolling and gasping with submissive, devastating, yet undeniable pleasure, Wonder Woman moaned, blushed… and opened her mighty thighs even wider, silently begging for more.

Chapter Twelve: Twenty Five Minutes Past: Massacre

In a distant corner of the room, the Aberration had finally gotten his two drunken, stumbling bitches to an appropriately secluded leather couch just waiting to be fucked on. The two heroines were lost in booze and their own hormones, pressing kiss after kiss onto the chuckling villain’s flesh. They’re hands, inside his brown leather speedo, were stroking in awe up and down his huge green penis. They were so distracted, they didn’t even notice as the sneering thug kicked a whimpering and paralyzed Green Arrow out of the way, clearing off the couch he had been sitting on for his impending evil use.

Then, suddenly, the piercing squeal Wonder Woman made as she got penetrated echoed across the room.

With twin gasps, both heroines lifted their heads up from his chest, briefly.

“What was that?” Zatanna asked, briefly lifting her lips from his flesh.

Looking around over his shoulder, the Aberration leered. Through the dark and the distance, he could just barely see Wonder Woman’s thrashing buxom body, and the cackling blonde rutting away like a cruel little girl atop her.

Meanwhile, halfway between the Aberration and Wonder Woman, Lord Vile had tired of just getting sucked, and had coaxed Power Girl into kneeling upon the edge of the couch. Her huge tits swayed and shook over the armrest as she clutched it and wiggled. Vile, meanwhile, chuckled as he slowly and luxuriantly wrapped his fingers around the awesome swell of her ultra-buxom, ultra-fertile hips… and shoved. Instantly it became obvious that Power Girl, though incredibly horny for his cock, had not realized just what she had been getting herself in for. Her jaw dropped so low it looked like it had come unhinged, and a look like the universe itself was passing through her brain appeared in her stunned eyes. Then, as Vile’s gargantuan throbbing purple penis rammed its way deeper and deeper into her ravaged cunt, her beautiful short-haired blonde head sank backwards and let out a second, ear-piercing squeal of conquest.

“Nothin’” the Aberration purred, turning back to his bitches. “Just another couple sluts, getting fucked.”

Both Zatanna and Valkyrie whimpered softly, and blushed, as his implied insult washed over him. But the knowledge that another couple super-pussies were already being pounded destroyed what little reservations still fluttered in either beauty’s flat belly about opening their own cunts to his conquest – and their greedy hands promptly began to stroke even faster and more adoringly up and down his twitching, giant member. No longer finding room inside his speedo they simultaneously wrenched it down, then leapt their hands back up onto his beast and stroked it all the more worshipfully.

Slowly, enjoying a delicious double-handjob, the Aberration turned his head back and forth and enjoyed one last kiss with each gorgeous heroine. “Aight,” he cooed, after he’d had both, “which one of you wants to be fucked first?”

“Me! Me!” Valkyrie begged. Her fingers caressed adoringly up and down the lower half of his shaft, then slid down to cup and caress his gigantic balls.

“No! Me!” Zatanna gasped. Her fingers stroked worshipfully up and down the upper foot of his dick, and caressed tenderly around the enormous spearhead-shaped head of his cock.

The Aberration looked back and forth between the two gorgeous faces begging for his dick, and smirked. Then, he seized Zatanna, and shoved her away from him. She gasped. Her huge tits gave one last swirling caress to his chest, before their tender dome-shaped tips also broke contact. “Awww…” she whimpered, blushing in disappointment. He chuckled, and then shoved her voluptuous ass down onto the couch. “Ohhh!” Zatanna gasped, her gorgeous jaw dropping. Then, licking her lips, she eagerly spread her shapely thighs wide. Still clad in her black high-heeled pumps, her skimpy black panties dangled from one delicate ankle.

Grinning, the Aberration settled down onto the couch between her legs, and put the tip of his giant green dick up against the drooling lips of her sorceress’s pussy.

“Awww…” Valkyrie whined. Putting her arms around his chest, she hugged herself close to his back and whimpered with disappointed desire. She tilted her head, laid one last kiss between his shoulder blades, then, long twin braids shining in the soft light, turned her head and pressed her classically-beautiful tear-streaked face up against his skin. But one hand, down between his legs, continued to tenderly stroke and worship his potent mutant nuts.

“How you want it, babe?” the Aberration purred.

Zatanna gasped, deeply, her voluptuous body squirming back and forth before him. “Rough,” she whispered. Her left hand slid up, to pre-emptively keep her trademark top-hat in place. Her right slid down, and spread open her pussy for him. “Be a monster within me,” she begged, softly.

Behind him, Valkyrie sighed, and rubbed her sculpted cheek against him. “Yes,” she whispered. “Be a troll within her,” she begged, one finger stroking the space between his two gigantic green balls, “and a dragon within me.”

The Aberration cracked a huge grin. “Sure thing, babes,” he said. Then, seizing a tight hold upon Zatanna’s curvaceous hips, with a roar like a great beast he slammed deep inside the sorceress’s juicy tender pussy. Moments later, a third awed squeal joined the glorious soprano singing of Wonder Woman and Power Girl.

The swirling soaring moans of first one heroine, then another, and then a third getting railed caused an electric reaction within the bodies of the remaining un-fucked beauties. Like shapely sharks tasting blood, a feeding frenzy swiftly ensued.

Seizing hold of a recliner, the Matador leaned way back and grinned as Batgirl hopped up onto his face. His long tongue extending up into her slit he soon had the gorgeous busty redhead whimpering and squirming in awe, grinding her shapely bare hips upon his face. Meanwhile, Mary Jane eagerly straddled him and, reaching down, seized hold of his giant penis and guided it up to her cunt. With a tremble within her gorgeous model-level flesh and a moan of awe, she slammed her fertile hips down onto him and, wrapping her hands around his slender chest, upon one finger of which her wedding ring glistened, began furiously fucking herself with his long Latin phallus.

Both the heroine and the model seemed so engrossed in the surrender of their bodies, they barely even noticed that the former’s mentor and the latter’s husband sat not ten feet away. Framed perfectly before them as if the Matador had chosen the site deliberately (which, of course, he had) Spiderman and Batman, both crippled by Gremlin cum, could do nothing but stroke their tiny boners and weep bitter tears as they watched their respective womenfolk eagerly hump themselves upon the villain’s vastly superior implements of conquest.

“Oh, GOD!” Mary Jane moaned, as she eagerly slammed her shapely hips up and down the Matador’s long Latin cock, her ravishing flame-red-hair-framed head rolling upon her shoulders. “Oh, God! I never knew a big dick… felt so GOOD!”

Spiderman whimpered in abject humiliation, one hand on his face… while the other stroked himself through his costume, helplessly.

Meanwhile, a short distance away, Leviathan was taking a more direct approach: fucking Wolf Woman up against the windows. The gorgeous Latina moaned as his two-foot shark-like cock massacred her pussy. His thrusts were so hard, the inch-thick bullet-proof windows behind her creaked and groaned with the strain. Pulsing with a mixture of fear and pleasure, Wolf Woman whimpered and clung tight to her conqueror, her mighty arms wrapping around his thick neck and her long powerful legs spread wide, with her booted ankles crossed and pulling tight behind his thrusting hips.

“Diosa! Mi Diosa!” the luscious Latina squealed, as his huge cock slammed home yet again and the windows shivered and groaned. “Tan Grande! Es demasiado Grande! Usted es una BESTIA!”

“Awww, yeaahhh,” the Leviathan purred, thrusting away inside her. Her huge tits bounced and jiggled delightfully upon his chest, while her gorgeous head rolled and squealed helplessly before him. Beyond her, through the windows, the skyline of a celebratory New York City glittered. “It’s like I’m fuckin’ you inside a fishbowl!” he laughed, merrily rutting away.

Kneeling between his legs, with her buttocks pressed up against the shivering windows as well, Green Specter did her best to hurry the proceedings along and get to her own fuck by continuously bathing the villain’s huge swaying balls, and the lower several inches of his pussy-pumping shaft, with delicate laps of her tongue and kisses from her full red lips. “Come fast, my lord,” she softly whispered, before wrapping her tongue around one of his gargantuan grey nut-sacks and giving the cum-swollen ball a worshipful and adoring caress. “Come swiftly inside her… so you can do the same to me…” she added softly, before following up her lick with a tender kiss.

Between her legs, her gloved fingers worked continuously within her drooling pussy. Every time the villain thrust in hard enough to make the windows shake, the shivering carried through to her own rotund glass-flattened buttocks... and, whimpering with envious desire, the cock-slurping blonde promptly thrust her slick fingers in a little deeper.

Elsewhere, up against the bar another villain, like the Aberration before him, was on final approach. The thuggish rock-star turned super-villain Tommy Crude was enjoying the late stages of a dual make out session with the Asian super-hotties UniGirl and Sun Maiden. The Japanese beauty wiggled in one arm, her huge breasts jostling against his wife-beater-clad chest, lovely almond-shaped eyes rolling within her lovely head as she wrestled with his superior tongue. The cute and athletic Korean babe wiggled in his other arm and, stroking his greasy tattoo-covered muscles eagerly, pressed kiss after kiss onto his neck by way of silently begging for her turn to taste his tongue.

The two East Asian hotties, minds aswirl with booze and hormones, had long since lost their already halting command of English. Occasionally, as they squirmed and kissed in his arms their luscious pink lips babbled something awed and lilting in their respective native tongues. Tommy didn’t understand a word… and, smirking, still comprehended perfectly.

Greasy, brutish, covered in tattoos, and a foreigner, Tommy was exactly the sort of man both beauties had always insisted to their many swarming fans that they were not attracted to. This fact – along with the gargantuan gaijin penis extending up out of his pants which both ladies were now eagerly stroking – seemed if anything to make their bare Asian pussies glisten and dribble with eager moisture. Unfortunately for them, their secret would not be safe for long. To either side, snickering gleefully, two gremlins were eagerly filming the Asian hotties’ downfall. The shocking footage would be all over their nations’ respective internets by morning. But, busy eagerly swapping spit with Tommy, neither gorgeous sighing masked beauty even noticed.

Finally, desperately horny and yet still unable to remember how to express her desires with words, it was Sun Maiden who acted first. Breaking out of Tommy’s arms she turned. Propping herself against the bar, she lifted her buxom ass up high. Looking back over her shoulder, her big pretty eyes blinking up at him, she licked her lips… and then, in the silent and universal signal all human females knew, slowly spread her legs.

Not to be outdone, gasping with haste, the shapely Korean beauty beside her promptly did the same thing. Her svelte, well-rounded ass soon lifted up to jiggle right beside the softer, larger competitor from her former colonizers, her sleek curvy legs spreading wide to expose her own tender, glistening snatch.

Having long since slid ignominiously down off his bar stool, lying crippled and unseen at their feet, Hal Jordan had a perfect view right up both beauties’ long, luscious, and eagerly spread legs to their dripping cunts. Knowing the two beauties were going to be present, and never having had a chance to shack up with either of them before, he had carefully rehearsed some bits of Korean and Japanese in the mirror before leaving that evening, in the hopes that using them to get a giggle out of an Asian hottie might bear lip-locked benefits in his bedroom later that night. He shook his head, gaping in disbelief, eyes wide behind his mask… as, like a looming starship come to conquer Earth, the villain’s gargantuan veiny schlong slowly came to hover menacingly behind both beauties’ curvy, eagerly-wiggling derrieres.

“No…” he whimpered, staring, shaking his head. His body stricken and his powers sapped, it was all he could do. “Not like this. Not like this.”

No one heard him.

“Mmm…” Tommy said, grinning and admiring the view. Reaching out, he stroked each of their voluptuous wiggling asses eagerly, his fingers tracing gloatingly over their supple shimmying well-rounded curves. “Asian buffet!” he sneered. “I love it!”

The two beauties may have lost the power of speech, but they both heard and comprehended that. Their gorgeous faces blushed and gasped, simultaneously, blinking back up at him in shock. But a little stinging mockery could not dissuade their deep dripping lusts. With twin whimpers, even as his hands continued to stroke them teasingly, both Asian beauties lifted their well-rounded bottoms higher and, wiggling them back and forth beneath his caressing fingers, slowly spread their trembling thighs even wider around their tender glistening pussies.

“Mmm-mm!” Tommy purred, licking his lips. “Which do I want to try first?” he purred to himself. Sliding his hands luxuriantly down the ample swell of each girl’s silky ass, he slid a single finger up inside each of their snatches and began stroking, teasingly, inside their tight and sopping pussy folds. Gasping in awe into its shiny surface, both wide-eyed Asian beauties took a tighter grip upon the bar and then, bodies trembling helplessly under his touch, went all the way up onto tiptoe in order to lift their asses even higher, giving him more access to their depths. Tommy chuckled at the sight – his stroking fingers rising right along with them.

“Let’s just get a little taste of each,” he said. Withdrawing his hands from their drooling cunts, he slid them back up and took a firm squeezing grip upon one of each girl’s silky pliant round buttocks. Then, pushing his hips forward, he dipped just the first few inches of his gargantuan veiny cock up each girl’s pussy. He sampled Sun Maiden’s snatch first, licking his lips and sighing with pleasure as he felt her immense moist tightness squeezing upon his tremendous flared cock-head.

“Aa! Aa!” the busty Japanese beauty groaned, her jaw dropping open in shock, as they head of Tommy’s cock slid into her pussy, spreading her like nothing before ever had. “Aree! Oya! Dakara DAAAII!!!” she squealed. Moments later, Tommy’s huge cock pulled out… his first seven inches drooling and dripping with her ample fluids.

“Aaaa,” Taiyo whimpered softly, left trembling and panting softly into the bar. Her head slowly sank down and rested upon the bar, exhausted just by his brief sojourn inside her. Her eyes blinked wide. “G-gojira penis!” she finally whimpered.

Also lying upon the bar and facing to her, the pretty Korean beauty beside her gasped in shock. But she didn’t have long to react. Chuckling gloatingly, Tommy took a firm grip upon her shapely athletic ass, and then plunged up her tight channel as well.

“Aiiieee!” the voluptuous little Korean beauty promptly squealed, her gorgeous head shooting backwards. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped, as Tommy’s penis sunk halfway into her as well… assisted, both by her own fluids and by a copious glistening contribution from her Japanese rival. “A… a-ya!” she moaned. Her eyes rolled in her pretty head. “Eom-ma-ya! Eom-ma-YA!” she squealed. “Dae-bak! Dae-bak! U-wa!” Grinning, Tommy stirred himself in her tight hot drooling cauldron, enjoying how her pussy quivered and squeezed around him. Then, as before, he pulled back out. Tong-il’s lovely head sank trembling to the bar, and lying side on, blinked with awe. “Geu-geu-geulaeseo kun!” she whimpered, her large almond eyes blinking into the distance in stunned and disbelieving wonder.

Grinning, Tommy swapped back and forth between each pair of wiggling hips for a minute or two, sampling each luscious beauty’s pussy a half-dozen times each. Finally, he decided to binge on banchan before diving into a sushi main course. Seizing the Korean beauty’s svelte yet curvy hips with both hands, he licked his lips with anticipation and then, without the slightest warning this wasn’t just another shallow sampling, slammed his giant cock in as hard and as deep as it would go.

Tong-il’s eyes spread wide, and for a moment her luscious lips imitated her out-matched pussy and spread impossibly wide. Then, her eyes slowly rolled up in her head and she shuddered, helplessly. Hissing with pleasure at the amazing Asian tightness squeezing every inch of his massive member, Tommy slid his hands down a little deeper into the crevice between her shapely hips and her toned thighs, and began slamming in and out of her, fast and hard.

“Eom-ma-ya! EOM-MA-YA!” Unification Girl squealed, her face shaking as if she was getting electrocuted through her ravaged cunt. “Deosege! Gip-eun! Naneun geugeos-eul salang HAEYO!!!!”

Tommy laughed, delighted, at his quivering brain-crashed Korean beauty humped back vigorously into his thrusts. “That better be gook-talk for ‘fuck me harder!’” he sneered. “Cause that’s all you sluts are gonna get!”

Both heroines whimpered and gasped, to hear such words directed to them. But, unable to contain herself, the whimpering deep-plowed Tong-il eagerly slammed her impaled hips back, helping him fuck her. Meanwhile, beside him, Sun Maiden was left to watch her compatriot’s eyes roll and her jaw quiver and leak drool onto the bar… and whimpered in visible, blushing envy. Wanting to console her, and no longer needing the hand anyways with UniGirl’s hips eagerly slamming back into each and every one of his thrusts, Tommy slid a hand back over and, after caressing it back and forth across her wiggling buxom buns, slid it down and began to tide her over by sliding a single finger up into her drooling pussy and stroking it continuously. Gasping in anticipation, Sun Maiden lifted her rolling hips as high as she could and tilted them towards him, plaintively helping get his finger as deep as possible into her ready-on-deck pussy.

“Ha ha ha ha!” Tommy Crude crowed, enjoying himself capitally. The fingers of one hand thrusting eagerly into one hot slut’s pussy, he slid the other around to cup and caress Uni-Girl’s bouncing, jiggling bare breast as, humping her sleek shapely body furiously upon his cock, she shrieked and squealed with unintelligible Asian pleasure. “Best buffet ever!” Tommy laughed, living up to his surname.

At his feet, the Green Lantern groaned as pussy juices liberated from both heroines’ cunts dribbled and dripped onto his masked face. Quite a few streamers fell into his open, gaping mouth. Slurping and groaning, he swallowed them… and shivered, at how tasty he found them. But, eyes wide and lost in horror, and the villain’s huge cock repeatedly stabbing deep into a visibly outmatched cunt high above him, he nevertheless found it utterly impossible to look away…

Chapter Thirteen: Half Past Midnight – Last In, All In

Meanwhile, a short distance away and yet on the dark side of the moon as far as how much it would help any of the stricken heroes, Supergirl was on her knees. Face uplifted in awe, her luscious lips trembled and distorted delicately as she gently, and worshipfully, slurped up and down Panthris’ immense mutant cock.

Both hands wrapped around the blonde’s delicately bobbing head, Panthris stroked her lustrous golden locks like she might a favored yet stupid pet. Her cowled head rolled upon her shoulders, gasping and hissing with pleasure as the Kryptonian’s wide-stretched and quivering lips did their business. Supergirl moaned each time her head shuttled up, her delicate throat bulging with Panthris’s monstrous phallus… yet, thanks to her super-human physique she was able to take it like a champ, sucking and slurping energetically with her tongue the whole time.

“Ooooh…yes!” Panthris cooed, licking her lips and grinning with pleasure. “That’s a good little heroine! Save me, from having an un-sucked penis!”

On her knees at her feet, Supergirl whimpered softly, her gorgeous cheeks blushing pink… and, dutifully, slurped her throbbing new lord just a little bit harder. Her pretty blue eyes blinked up in awe, as she worshipped and worshipped upon Panthris’s gigantic cock, providing pleasure seemingly without end.

Meanwhile, just a few yards away yet crippled and helpless to intervene, Superman sat and watched. The only motion he made was the blurring of his hand in his little shorts, as he beat himself off to the sight of his beloved cousin sucking the evil grinning villainess’s much much larger penis. Supergirl, seemingly completely oblivious to her cousin’s indiscretion, just blinked her pretty blue eyes up at Panthris and sucked, and sucked, and sucked.

Finally, with a tiny sigh, Supergirl slurped her luscious pink lips down and off Panthris’s tremendous girth. She licked her lips briefly, gaping at the huge, erect, glistening organ in awe. Leaning back in she gave it a little kiss, right at the tip. Then, settling back upon her voluptuous haunches and, squirming nervously, looked up at Panthris’s leering masked face over her huge looming penis.

“I have… have heard,” the busty young blonde whispered softly, “that… that hermaphrodites are usually sterile. Is… is that true?”

Panthris’s large smirk broadened upon her full red lips. “It is,” she cooed.

“Are you?” Supergirl asked, shyly. And, by way of apologizing for her intrusive question, laid another sweet quivering kiss, longer and more tender, to the tip of Panthris’ gigantic and hopefully blank-shooting penis.

“I am,” Panthris instantly purred. She smirked gleefully as her throbbing beast enjoyed the virginal blonde’s kiss. Her smile broadened, her eyes glittering perceptively. “Are you… ovulating, my little Kryptonian beauty?” she asked, in a husked purr.

Supergirl breathed deep. “Yes,” she said, softly. Though she was deeply sexually inexperienced, she had had enough classes on human anatomy, and experienced her own tumultuous cycle enough times, to know that she lay at the very moment when her egg hovered most readily accessible within her womb… and in which, correspondingly, she was most achingly and desperately horny. “We… we all are,” she admitted. Her eyes glanced guiltily around the room, at the visions of buxom and naked heroines whimpering and moaning in the arms of various villains, bodies trembling with helpless desire as the evil men’s large cocks brutally savaged their pussies. The super-heroines were together enough, collectively, that their cycles had all long since become synced.

Panthris grinned, and stroked the young beauty’s head patronizingly. “You have a lot of… urges,” the villainess cooed, knowingly.

Supergirl squirmed, her voluptuous fertile and naked hips jiggling atop her folded panty-bound boots. “Yes,” she admitted. Leaning forward, she blinked her eyes as she gave Panthris’s huge penis another lingering, worshipful kiss. Then she settled back, and squirmed.

“You’re scared, to give in to them,” Panthris cooed.

Supergirl swallowed, and then nodded her gorgeous young head. “Yes,” she said softly. “I am.”

Panthris grinned. She gave the blonde’s head another luxuriant stroke, with her gloved hand. “Don’t be.” Releasing her head, she stepped back. “Rise,” she said. She nodded towards an empty, fancy chair that sat next to Superman, vacant. “Go there,” she said. “Assume the position. Auntie Panthris will take care of all the rest.”

Supergirl breathed deep, and blushed gratefully. “Thank you,” she said, breathlessly. Slowly, she rose up. Sighing eagerly, she let Panthris pull her close and shared with her one last adoring, quivering kiss. Then, turning, she walked to the chair. Obediently, she bent down over it, putting her hands upon the arm rest, and lifting her naked ass high. Slipping one boot out of her little S-shield emblazoned panties she spread her long and shapely legs wide, opening up her glistening and drooling Kryptonian pussy for Panthris’s viewing and using pleasure.

Strutting forward, Panthris took a firm grip with both hands upon the heroine’s uplifted, epically svelte yet well-rounded buns. She stroked and fondled them, delightedly. Then, slowly she swung the tip of her massive penis forward and pressed its mammoth bloated tip up against Supergirl’s drooling, quivering gates. She stroked her tip up and down her slit a few times, teasing her.

“Ready?” Panthris purred, a huge smirk upon her enormous lips.

Beside her, Superman watched, helplessly. His eyes were huge. Within his trunks his hand, trembling, started to beat even faster.

“Y-yes…” Supergirl whispered, tremulously. Wiggling in nervous anticipation, she bit her lips… and silently lifted her fertile and voluptuous hips a little bit higher, lifting her drooling pussy lips up to hang invitingly before the very tip of Panthris’s throbbing monster.

Panthris chuckled, softly, and took a firm grip upon the blonde’s shapely hips. “Actually, Supergirl,” she purred, still stroking her with her tip. “I have a confession to make.”

“What is it?” Supergirl asked, in a soft whimper.

“I lied,” Panthris purred. She took a tight grip upon the super-heroine’s shapely, fertile hips. “I’m not sterile. In fact, I’m devastatingly potent.”

“Wh-WHAT?!” Supergirl gasped. Her eyes spread wide in shock.

But it was too late. “GRAAH!” Panthris roared as, with a powerful shove of her buxom hips, she slammed her huge dark schlong up into Supergirl’s cunt.

“Oh… Great KRYPTON!!!” Supergirl squealed. Her head shot back and her mouth dropped open in disbelief, as a gargantuan length of Panthris’s hard veiny cock slammed deep into her defenseless pussy. Licking her lips and gasping with pleasure, Panthris drove her appreciatively twitching member deeper and deeper until she slammed home, balls-deep within Supergirl’s tight, hot, worshipfully quivering cunt.

“Not only am I potent,” Panthris cooed. Slowly she drew out until only her immense tip remained squeezed between Supergirl’s pussy lips. Her tremendous length felt cool in the air, glistening with the Kryptonian beauty’s oozing juices. Then, she slammed back in balls deep again. “I’m so potent,” she cooed, grinding her gargantuan beast deep within Supergirl’s tight pussy, “that just one drop will guarantee you get pregnant.” She pulled out to her tip and then slammed in balls-deep, again. Her huge nut-sacks, heavy and swollen with the aforementioned cum, swung up and slapped, teasingly, against the helpless heroine’s engorged and defenseless clitoris. “The Last Womb of Krypton is about to become host to my evil mutant child,” the delighted villainess purred, pumping in hard again and again and again, her eyes sparkling behind her cowl. “And the only way you can prevent it… is to make me stop fucking you.”

“Oh… oh my Goddess!” Supergirl moaned. Her head bounced back and forth in time to the devastating thrusts landing deep in her pussy. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, and her mouth hung open and quivered. “Oh, God…” she whimpered. “I’ve… never felt anything like this in my life!”

“Oh?” Panthris cooed. Keeping one hand clutched tight to the heroine’s voluptuously rounded hip, she lifted the other up and stroked the back of her shuddering blonde head. “How so dear?” she asked, landing another deep slurping pussy-ravaging thrust.

Supergirl licked her lips, and gasped in awe. “Every… every thrust…” she whimpered, as yet another deep brutal stroke sank home inside her. “Feels… more devastating… than any villain’s punch I’ve ever felt!” Her blue eyes blinked wide and trembled in disbelief as Panthris’s huge penis drew out and slammed brutally back in, again and again and again. “And… yet…” she whimpered, head falling back and shuddering in awe, “every stroke… just… just makes me want the next one… MORE!”

Panthris let out a long throaty chuckle… as her buxom jiggling hips continued to pound in, again and again and again, against the heroine’s taut yet delightfully well-rounded ass. “Does that mean you don’t want me to stop, dear?” she asked.

Supergirl let out a long, tormented gasp. Her pretty eyes rolled within her lovely head, as if bewildered by each and every deep punishing stroke. “No…” she finally whimpered. Her lips trembled as if on the verge of tears, yet she could not help herself. “I… I know I should,” the blond paragon of justice moaned, body shuddering with each and every thrust. “But… I can’t! I can’t!” Her head sank backwards, her golden hair washing in waves around her orgasmically moaning and beautiful face. “Oh… please. H-harder! Panthris… fuck me harder! Oh, ohhh… Great Krypton… I want it… so BAD!!!”

“Mmmm,” Panthris purred. Pumping away happily, she gradually increased the force and speed with which she was slamming her big cock about inside Supergirl’s over-stretched cunt. She stroked her hands luxuriantly over the heroine’s svelte, rounded, jiggling ass. “So where do you want me to cum, then?” she purred… fingers caressing exultantly over the fertile swell of Supergirl’s hips.

Supergirl licked her lips. They trembled. But in the end, she could not help but answer. “In… inside me!” she moaned. Her eyes rolling in her head, she gaped out into the sparkling city in bewildered shock. “I… I know you lied to me,” she whispered. “T-tricked me. Lured me… into your trap!” Juices ran from her ravaged pussy in greater quantity, with each admission. “And somehow…” she moaned, “that… that just makes me want to carry your seed MORE! Oh, GOD! Fill me, Panthris! Fill my pussy deep! Fill me with your CUMMMMM!!!” Voice rising into a warbling screech, Supergirl shuddered helplessly into a devastating, mind-melting orgasm… the first she had ever experienced upon a lover’s deep-pumping penis.

Slumped to one side, Superman’s jaw dropped. His hand froze inside his little red undershorts, and trembled upon his outmatched cock. “No…” he whimpered. Then again, louder, face widening in horror: “NO!”

Lost in her own moaning orgasmic world, Supergirl didn’t even notice.

With an immense effort of will Superman managed to wrench himself up to his feet. His mighty body swayed, his huge S shield looming over the buxom villainess and her squirming and voluptuous vixen. But he couldn’t hold it. With a horrified moan he tumbled to his knees. The Man of Steel knelt, trembling helplessly before Panthris… his head now given a perfect view of the villainess’s massive penis ramming brutally in and out of his virgin cousin’s pussy.

“Nooo…” he whimpered, as he watched the giant glistening schlong pump in and out of the Last Pussy of Krypton, helplessly.

Panthris smirked. Keeping one hand clutched on the Last Daughter of Krypton’s fertile helpless ass, she put the other on his face and shoved him aside. “Shut up,” she purred down at him, still pumping away. Then, slowly, her smirk broadened, her eyes shining down into his. “After all… we’re about to be family…” Panthris cooed down into Superman’s horrified, helpless face.

Chapter Fourteen: 1AM – The Binding

Panthris, being a slinking and prowling predator by her nature, took great delight in toying with and slowly wearing down her prey. So it was no great surprise that when she finally slammed her huge penis up into Supergirl, completing her conquest, she was the last. Every other villain had already gotten his long evil member deep in a hot, wet, worshipfully squeezing heroine cunt. Several had already shot their first load deep into one shapely fertile beauty’s pussy, and were already furiously pumping away in their second eagerly-squirting hole.

Lord Vile had already gotten tired of Power Girl’s pussy, and after it her ass. Quite simply the mighty, ultra-buxom heroine had not been able to keep up with him. Exhausted, she had sunk to her ass upon the couch. Vile crouched over her, eagerly slamming his mammoth purple schlong in and out of her helpless, taut-spread lips, above her wide and wildly blinking eyes.

Below the saliva-slick deep-slamming cock ravaging her uplifted mouth her huge breasts, universally acknowledged as among the biggest and shapeliest in the world, shook and bounced with the violence of his brutal assault – to the delight of all villains and gremlins in sight, and the horror of the sea of helplessly watching heroes. Below that her mighty legs were spread and between them, her trembling fingers held her tender pussy wide.

“Please,” she whimpered softly, every time his huge cock popped out of her ravaged and opulent mouth after a particularly brutal pump in and out of her – which was often. “Please… fuck my pussy… fuck me deep, I beg you…”

“No deal, bitch,” Lord Vile growled, stuffing his huge purple schlong back through her whimpering, trembling red lips, and back down deep into her ravaged throat. He slammed back in so deep his huge balls quivered upon her chin, then slid his glistening back out, only to slam back into her whimpering gullet even harder. “You’re not worthy,” he said, fucking her face with superhuman savagery.

She whimpered… and, not resisting him in the slightest, sucked his massive evil cock with as much adoration as her outmatched lips could muster. Meanwhile, between her massive wide-spread thighs, her fingers trembled… and continued to hold her trembling, glistening pussy lips as wide apart as she possibly could, so wide their bright pink interior could be seen by cackling gremlins all the way across the room.

Finally, with a great cry of fury, Vile slammed his huge unit to the hilt in Power Girl’s trembling mouth and erupted inside her. Power Girl moaned. But she was as helpless to stop the shotgun surges of his seed shooing down his mammoth schlong deep inside her, as she had been to stop the pumping of his thick cock itself. In seconds, overloaded, spurts of cum shot from her quivering and overloaded mouth. Power Girl’s chin and throat and lips trembled helplessly as she tried to suck it all down, but she was hopelessly outmatched. Spurts continued to shoot out each time his huge balls delivered another mammoth load, drooling down her chin and falling like rain onto her giant wobbling breasts. Soon streamers and glistening tendrils of cum ran down her massive rack like sticky tinsel, hanging in shining streamers from the tips of her large engorged nipples, and coating her sweaty jostling interiors until they shone as, thanks to the ample lubrication, they rubbed and slid effortlessly together as she uselessly struggled.

With a groan of pleasure, Vile sent his last spurt deep into Power Girl’s throat, then slowly slid his long limp cock up and out of her. The couch let out a great creak and bounded up several inches, making her huge cum-smothered breasts bounce and wobble delightfully, as he stepped back off it and stood over her.

“Oh… oh Goddess…” Power Girl whispered, with ravaged lips. Her mouth hung open, cum pouring from it in rivers. Her eyes were wide, and distant. It looked as if within her pretty, spunky short-haired blonde head her noble brain had broken.

Vile sneered. “Get up, you lazy bitch,” he said. Seizing her, he wrenched the jiggling ultra-buxom half-Kryptonian heroine up and off the couch. Seizing her hands, he jerked them around behind her ample, projecting round ass. Then, reaching back into his belt and drew forth a pair of green glowing Kryptonite handcuffs. Without the slightest resistance from the wobbling ultra-busty heroine, he slapped them around her wrists.

The cuffs had not been there when he entered the party. They would have set off a dozen alarms. They had been brought in only after no hero was in a state to possibly interfere, and deposited in his belt pouch by a helpful snickering gremlin fifteen minutes before while Power Girl had been too busy squealing as Vile’s huge cock ravaged her ass to notice.

Vile’s kryptonite cuffs were not the only party favors the gremlins were handing out. All around the party, other villains were receiving exactly the gear needed to bind their respective sex partners. And the heroines, at the sight of the instruments of bondage, driven by lust and desire, rather than resisting more often as not eagerly assumed the position and begged to be chained. Twenty meters away Ms. Marvel had voluntarily put on the techno-handcuffs designed to take away her powers and then, spreading her long and shapely legs wide atop a table, begged Gorilla Groxx to fuck her as hard as he could. Which he was, making her blonde head squeal and scream as his massive gorilla penis ravaged her pussy. Meanwhile, lying at his feet and wearing a special collar that neutralized her mystic magic, Maya Maharani seemed to busy fingering her ravaged Hindu pussy and gasping in awe at the rivers of gorilla cum flowing up out of it to even notice.

Upon a nearby leather sofa, Alpha Girl seemed to be so busy gasping in awe up into Bush Poacher’s face as he fucked her that she barely even noticed when he plucked away her power-granting tiara. The only reaction she made, in fact, was to let her pretty eyes roll within her head and moan in awe as, without the protection of her powers, the savage thrusts of his mammoth penis started to slam home all the harder inside her pussy. Grinning, Bush Poacher seized her hands and forced them back around behind her buxom hips. Waiting at the foot of the couch, a snickering gremlin promptly reached up and snapped each of her now depowered wrists in a pair of cuffs. Alpha Woman moaned. But rather than resist, or even cry out in dismay, she wrapped her long legs even tighter around his thrusting body and lifting her gorgeous flame-red-framed face high, rewarded her captor for her bondage with a quivering, worshipful kiss.

Lying at the foot of the couch, Bush Poacher’s first conquest, Lady Midnight, seemed to be completely delirious as if she had become literally drunk on his cock. She gasped softly, beautiful dark eyes blinking in brainless confusion behind her purple mask, as rivers of his cum poured from both her dark and gaping lower lips and her blood-red upper pair. Leaning down from behind her, a leering gremlin whispered in her ear, “Roll over sweetheart, and cross your wrists, and I’ll give you a surprise.”

Not even realizing who was talking to her through her haze of booze, and lust, and cum, Lady Midnight gasped softly… and then smiled. “Ooh, that sounds kinky,” she purred. And, without another question, she rolled over onto her belly, presenting her ample dark ass for his viewing pleasure, just above which she obediently crossed her wrists.

“Thanks, bitch!” the gremlin laughed. Working with a grinning partner he hopped up and soon had her cuffed up too. Then, pausing only to give her big helpless brown ass a delighted pinch, he and his accomplice cackled and scampered away, two more pairs of cuffs in hand, towards yet another victim. Lady Midnight was left whimpering as, naked and helpless, she soon found herself lying face down in a pool of cum. But so blasted was her head by liquor and sex, by the time Bush Poacher roared and finished inside Alpha Woman she didn’t even remember what had happened.

Meanwhile, in the kitchens, Attila the Hung had just finished disposing of what was left of the Black Cat in a wrecked cum-splattered pantry, and was moving on to his second slut of the evening, the White Queen. Emma Frost gasped as her voluptuous ass was lowered onto the stove, and her legs spread. She was so drunk and so horny, she didn’t even remember when the psi-deadening circlet she wore had been locked around her pretty temples. She was unbound, but without her powers she was as helpless before the hulking wrestler as a village before the Mongol hordes.

“Wait,” she gasped. “S-stop! I’m not ready!”

“Why?” Attila purred. Stepping forward, he slid his hulking body up in between her long, sleek thigh-boot-clad legs. Her tiny trademark white g-string still dangled, delicately, from one of her spike-heeled ankles. He flopped his massive penis down onto her sopping blonde pussy and, grabbing a double helping of tits, leered down into her face as he stroked and squeezed them. “Don’t tell me this big thing is too much for you, of all sluts!”

The White Queen licked her lips, shuddering in awe at the huge penis perched atop her helpless pussy. Then she turned her eyes up at him, and blinked them plaintively, like the most innocent of schoolgirls. “Actually…” she whispered, “I’m a virgin…”

Behind his mask, the hulking wrestler’s face twisted into a disbelieving sneer. “Get out of here,” he said. Seizing her fertile shapely hips, he slowly drew his penis back until its mammoth tip was poised at her quivering, leaking, and defenseless pussy lips.

“It’s… it’s true,” the White Queen whispered, softly, shuddering before him. Her blue eyes blinked wide, and she pressed a finger to her full lips. “I’m… I’m terrified of sex. Of the loss of control. So every time I ever ‘did it’ with a man, I used my powers to make him think we had… and reaped the benefits, without the risks.”

Emma Frost was not known for her honesty. But something in her halting, whispering tone made it clear she was telling the truth. All around the room a score of slumped and crippled heroes, all of whom had counted the shapely blonde ‘slut’ high on their personal list of conquests, moaned and whimpered in humiliation. Their voices rose in a groaning chorus around the two entwined love-birds, and at the sound Attila’s sneer broadened. His eyes darkened, with gleeful lust.

“Well, then, bitch, get ready!” he purred. His grip tightened around her shapely, thigh-boot-clad thighs. “Because I’m not one with patience for slow learners!”

“No…” the White Queen whispered. “No!” But she could do nothing. Moments later, with a great and triumphant roar, Attila slammed his mammoth cock deep inside her trembling, helpless, and virgin blonde cunt. Along with a streamer of her eager juices, a trickle of red maiden’s blood slid down her shapely trembling buttock, confirming to all the gaping and horrified former ‘lovers’ in eyeshot that what she had said was true. “NOOOOO!!!!” Emma squealed, head shooting back and eyes going wide, as for the first time ever in her life she was truly and actually conquered.

Meanwhile, back out in the swirling main room of the party, Power Girl had just been slapped into a pair of glowing Kryptonite cuffs. For just a moment she gasped, gorgeous face dropping open in shock, as she suddenly found herself naked, depowered and helpless before the chuckling villain. She squirmed and moaned, making her ample ass shake and her huge titties bounce and slosh dramatically. Then, with a deep gasp, she turned and blinked her eyes up in awe at her captor.

“Please…” Power Girl begged, standing before him in her cuffs. At the predicament that claimed her body, from beneath her flat and fertile broad belly, a fresh and glistening streamer of eager moisture promptly oozed out of her pussy. “Please,” she begged, squirming decoratively and helplessly before him. “Please, fuck my pussy! I… I want to feel a real man’s cum inside me! Please!”

Vile grinned. “I told you, no deal,” he said. “You’re not worthy.” He reached up, and seized the gasping ultra-buxom blonde by the back of her short golden hair. “But maybe,” he cooed, “someone else will be less discerning.”

Turning, he bent her down and frog-marched her away. Power Girl moaned. But, depowered and bound, she had no choice but to obediently march her buxom, naked, jiggling hips where they were led.

Chapter Fifteen: 1:15 AM – The Exchange

In the center of the area that had once been dominated by the heroinely herd so many hours ago, in the one spot kept free of crippled and forlornly gaping male heroes, an exchange for used super-heroine pussy had been established. Bound buxom beauties knelt in a little shifting pile, moaning softly and leaking their first (and in some cases second) conqueror’s cum, and plaintively begged any villain who even paid them a passing glance to check them out from the big-boobied library and fuck them.

As Power Girl was marched over, Tommy Crude finally finished inside his second Asian beauty of the night. “Oh, fuck yes!” he roared and, slamming hard up against Sun Maiden’s jiggling buxom ass, sent a humongous load of his unworthy cum spewing from the tip of his gargantuan gaijin penis deep into her fertile womb. Taiyo Musume threw her gorgeous Japanese head back and squealed and squealed as the most brutal climax she’d ever had in her sheltered life smashed through her. Meanwhile, lying upon her back beside her upon the bar, UniGirl could do little but delicately finger her cum-leaking pussy and gasp softly, at the memory of by far the most devastating fuck she’d had in her life continuously tingled through her.

Sliding back down out of Sun Maiden, Tommy grinned. He watched, leering as, each gasping out some lilting speech in her own unintelligible language, the two beauties slowly slid down off the bar and stood, shakily, before him, luscious arms intertwined upon each other’s shapely bodies for support.

Grinning, Tommy reached into his back pocket and drew forth the two handcuffs a gremlin had handed off to him, a half hour ago.

The two Asian heroines gasped and, pretty faces side by side, stared at them in shock. As one their pretty almond-shaped eyes blinked wide. Tremors of defiance briefly flickered across their beautiful masked faces, and for just a moment it looked like they might object. But one glance at Tommy’s huge dangling penis, and the memory of how it had felt rampaging inside them, was enough to cause their momentary defiance to die stillborn. Unfortunately for them, the same was unlikely to happen with the gallons of Tommy’s potent semen that now lay within each of their bellies.

Bowing their heads meekly, the two beautiful Asian heroines crossed their wrists behind them and waited to be bound.

“Awesome,” Tommy purred and, reaching around each of his conquered Eastern hotties, slapped them in irons one by one. Then, putting an arm around both of his beautiful brides-for-the-hour, he pulled each close in turn and gave her one last squirm-and-whimper-inducing kiss, before sliding his hands lower to grab each by her ample ass.

“Alright, sluts,” he purred. “It’s been fun. Now let’s see what I can get for you two!” And, grinning, he led each gasping helplessly beauty away towards the exchange.

When he arrived there were four heroines lying upon the floor. Wolf Woman and Green Specter lay side by side, both bound and gagged, their ravaged pussies both leaking the Leviathan’s cum. Blinking plaintively up at the approaching stud both heroines moaned into their gags and, batting their eyelashes worshipfully, did their best to win his attention. But knowing that both had just been reamed out by his comrades two-foot-plus shark-like behemoth to the point even his considerable schlong would probably feel loose inside them, Tommy ignored them both.

Next to them lay Barbara Gordon, unmasked, who also whimpered and did her best to earn the villain’s favor, batting her eyes at him and sloshing her huge breasts. The Matador had finished both her and Mary Jane quickly and moved on to greener pussy pastures. Mary Jane herself, meanwhile, was off in the clutches of the Leviathan, getting fucked up against yet another pillar in clear view of Spiderman, her tender redheaded pussy getting savaged with a ferocity and girth that made it clear to the whimpering hero he would never be able to please his pretty wife ever again. He was still stroking himself off as he watched her glittering wedding-ring-clad hand claw at the Aberrations back and heard her moan with vastly superior pleasure, regardless.

Meanwhile beside them, bereft of her magical jewel and arms bound behind her, knelt Got Gal. Her paramour, the sinister dark thug known as Kop Killah, had taken his time slaying the pretty blonde heroine’s pussy, and then helpfully dropped her off for another to try before going off to do an equally thorough job on his second partner Jungle Babe. Which he was, his enormous black penis visible ravaging her squirting blonde pussy into a luxurious chair, her long legs lifting high and trembling with helpless submissive pleasure, no more than twenty meters away.

But Tommy ignored their plaintive whimpers too, for as he arrived so did Bush Poacher, with the buxom beauties Alpha Woman and Lady Midnight each jiggling and squirming helplessly under one of his arms.

“Hey, bro,” Tommy said, standing above the little audience of blinking helplessly watching heroines with his two prized under his arms. “Got two Asian sluts here on the half shell.” Hands already in position, he gave each Asian beauty’s rotund dusky bottom a mocking squeeze, which made them gasp and blush in shock almost as much as his words did. “Wanna trade?”

Bush Poacher looked over the merchandise, and grinned. “Sure,” he said. “Want some dark meat?” he asked, thrusting forth Lady Midnight.

Tommy looked her up and down, especially her enormous wobbling ebony breasts. “Sure,” he purred eyeing her dark, pearly-cum-leaking pussy. “I got a thing for that. Which you want in return – sushi or…” His face twisted momentarily as he nodded towards Tong-il. “…whatever the fuck the Korean version of sushi is,” he finished.

“Gimbap!” Tong Il promptly gasped, eager, even now, to please and educate her beau. Even if he was to only be her beau for a few more seconds.

Bush Poacher grinned. “That one,” he said, pointing to the sleek Korean beauty. He leered. “I like smart ladies.”

Tong-il gasped, softly. She blushed. “Thank you,” she said, haltingly, bowing her pretty head.

He leered. “I like them,” he purred, “because the more brains a slut has, the more fun it is to watch them all drain out when I poach the shit out of her bush.”

UniGirl gasped. But it was too late. With a little shove upon each of their well-rounded asses the bouncing beauties were driven across the gap and landed, gasping and ample bodies jiggling spectacularly, in the arms of their new owners. Bush Poacher then shoved Alpha Woman down and yanked up Barbara Gordon into his embrace. “Got a thing for redheads,” he admitted, giving Batgirl a gap-toothed and greasy grin.

The luscious redhead gasped up at him, wiggling in his arms in shock. Then, she licked her lips and sighed with desire. “Good,” she whispered. “I… I have a thing for brutal studs like you.”

Bush Poacher sneered. “How long have you known that?” he asked.

“S-since tonight,” Barbara admitted, softly. Then, lifting her delicate lips she pressed a single lingering kiss to the side of his chin. Gasping softly in agreement, Tong-il blushed and then did the same.

“Thanks, sluts,” Bush Poacher laughed, enjoying their twin kisses. Then, turning, he led them away towards another secluded hunting ground to enjoy them.

Tommy, meanwhile, was already distracted by the arrival of yet another villain, Gorilla Groxx, with another double-armload in tow. The hulking ape had evidently already completed a swap, for he had under one arm the Valkyrie, who’s gorgeous Nordic blonde face looked utterly blitzed as rivers of mutant cum poured from her pussy, and under the other the buxom sultry Zatanna – both last seen slinking away under the fondling palms of the Aberration, with their panties around their ankles.

“Want this slut?” Groxx asked. With one hand upon her shoulder, he thrust the goggling Zatanna forward to squirm and jiggle before Tommy. Eyes wide beneath her trademark top-hat, the top-heavy sorceress gasped as her eyes slid up and down Tommy. They blinked in awe as they gazed upon his immense penis, then turned and looked in worship into his cruel and greasy face.

“Evasl ru… oh,” she started to say, in drunken happiness, and then paused. Her lovely face twisted in charmingly stupid consternation, and another dollop of cum dribbled from her pussy, beneath her neatly trimmed sable bush. She tried again. Her ample brains had been blasted to almost nothingness after twin devastating fucks by the Aberration and Groxx. “Evals ruoa… no.” She licked her lips and breathed deep, her gigantic bare breasts lifting and shaking deliciously before him in the process. Her nipples were stiff. She lifted her top-hat-crowned head high, and finally said it. “Evals ruoy ma I!” she happily announced, and beamed up at him in awe. ‘I am your slave!’ backwards, for those who don’t want to bother deciphering. Her supple hourglass curves glowed, slightly, as her own backwards-spoken spell instantly bound her own buxom flesh to do Tommy’s bidding forever. At the delicious feeling, her supple body squirmed, and another dollop of eager moisture slid out of her naked pussy.

He was not the first. She had first bound herself to slavery in mid-orgasm upon the Aberration’s shuttling cock, and had immediately moaned in awe as her body rewarded her subservience with a fresh squirt of pleasure flying from her conquered pussy. It had taken her less than a minute to say it to Groxx, gasping up in awe at him as his beefy gorilla body ground upon her shapely silky curves. And had promptly shuddered as yet another delighted pulse of pure submissive pleasure had racked through her. Her lizard brain learned fast. Now she had said it to Tommy, the moment she laid eyes upon his penis.

Tommy grinned. “Thanks, bitch,” he purred at the smitten, hopefully eyelash-batting sorceress. His grin broadened. “But I just banged two dark-haired sluts, so I’d rather have a piece of that blonde bitch over there.”

Valkyrie gasped in shock, to be referred to as such. “I… I am not a mere blonde bitch!” she declared haughtily, lifting her twin-braided head high… despite the rivers of cum dribbling down her thighs and her chin.

Groxx grinned down at her. “Yes you are, slut,” he said, and gave her svelte sculpted ass a possessive squeeze.

For just a moment, the noble Valkyrie gaped up at him, her classically gorgeous features quivering in pure outrage. Then, with a tiny squirm and moan, she remembered what his gargantuan penis had felt like slamming inside her as it slew her pussy. She hung her gorgeous head and stared down at her flat, sleek, well-filled belly. “Oh…” she whispered, meekly. “Yes… yes master,” she sighed, as another dollop of his cum slid out of her cunt.

Tommy leered. “Want some Japanese in exchange?” he asked.

Groxx licked his gorilla lips, his eyes dancing up and down Taiyo’s lusciously soft and well-rounded Asian curves. “Yes, please!” he said, in the tone of a child asking for a second helping of ice cream.

This time it was Taiyo’s turn to take offense. “Stop… stop referring to us by our nationalities!” she said, haltingly, turning her lovely almond-eyed head and blinking up at him in outrage. “We are more than ethnic prizes to be conquered for your egos!”

Tommy grinned. Sliding a hand around, he cupped her gargantuan Japanese booby and gave it a luxuriant and possessive squeeze. “Actually,” he said, leering down into her gasping face. “That’s exactly what you are, now and forevermore. Now… get!” Sliding his hand back, he swung it down hard onto her sculpted round ass, spanking her.

“Oh!” Taiyo gasped. But his hand slapped down, again and again, onto her silky well-rounded bottom. With a loud moan she was driven bouncily forward and collided, huge Nipponese tits first, with Groxx’s chest.

The gorilla leered. “Thanks,” he said, and sent Valkyrie stumbling over in exchange. Thigh-booted ankles still bound by her little armored leather one-piece, the Nordic heroine gasped and nearly tumbled over, her long blonde braids flashing, before Tommy seized her by her waist and yanked her up to him.

“Give us some sugar, baby,” both villains purred down at their gasping, beautiful new prizes. Then they dropped their evilly smiling lips down, to claim some. Both the Aryan and the Japanese paragons whimpered and moaned, squirming… but obediently and eagerly kissed back, as their respective luscious lips were claimed.

Groxx shoved the disappointedly whimpering Zatanna to her knees amidst the herd of shapely squirming beauties lying beside them upon the floor, and, with a single yank of his mighty arm, brought Wolf Woman up in exchange. His tremendously thick gorilla penis had no fear of the after-effects of Leviathan’s eponymous member, and he fancied having some fiery Mexican to go with his tender Teriyaki twat. Then, chortling, both villains turned and herded their shapely squirming armloads of freshly fuck-able heroine flesh back towards their chosen sex dens in the helpless-hero-filled room, to get boning back on.

A few seconds later Vile finally strutted up to the exchange, the naked Power Girl in tow. The kneeling heroines gaped in awe at his immense purple penis, then turned and blinked up into his face in wonder.

“Evals ruoy ma I!” Zatanna promptly sighed, eyes blinking wide in awe under her top hat. Her body glowed, again, as it was sealed into eternal service to yet another villain. A fresh streamer of eager moisture dribbled from her ravaged pussy, as it gained yet another dominating evil master.

“Thanks, bitch,” Vile snickered to his amorous new slave. Then he shoved Power Girl unceremoniously to her knees.

The ultra-buxom blonde gasped as she was shoved down to her haunches, her insanely busty curves ending up jiggling in between the less staggeringly over-endowed and yet mind-blowingly sleek and curvy bodies of Green Specter and Got Gal respectively. “Oh,” she gasped, softly, as her voluptuous ass settled onto the heels of her boots, and she found herself kneeling and for sale amidst the huddle of naked and available beauties.

“But, sorry,” Vile said, turning away from the hopeful and freshly-enslaved sorceress. Zatanna sank back down onto her own curvaceous bare haunches, gasping, her gorgeous top-hat-clad face looking crestfallen. “But keep doing that,” he commanded back to her, “it’s cute.” Zatanna shuddered and licked her lips, as her master’s command took hold. Meanwhile, oblivious, Vile turned to Alpha Woman, whose flaming red hair had caught his eye as it swirled around her gargantuan, near-Power-Girl-level tits. “Up for a good, hard, rough fuck?” he asked, towering over her with his long purple dick dangling in her face.

Alpha Woman breathed deep, and trembled in anticipation. “Am I ever!” she moaned. Not waiting for him to pull her up she leapt to her feet and threw her handcuffed body into his arms. Grinning, Vile got double handfuls of her ample round ass, stroking and squeezing, while her huge breasts buffed his chest and her gorgeous redheaded face pressed kiss after whimpering adoring kiss to his dark helmeted chin. Then, keeping one arm wrapped possessively around her hourglass waist and one hand clutched to her gargantuan projecting buns, he led his eager new slut back towards the couch he had just vacated, to be fucked. The other heroines whimpered as they watched him depart, and glared at Alpha Woman’s swaying be-fondled haunches enviously.

As he strutted away with his fresh conquest in hand, Vile passed the couch upon which Bush Poacher was ensconced. Sneering, the evil villain was busy enjoying a double blowjob from UniGirl and Batgirl. The Korean beauty and the voluptuous redhead competed, aggressively, to be the one slurping more energetically and worshipfully upon his gargantuan heroine-taming tool. As Alpha Woman’s buxom hips sauntered past, leaking his own cum, Bush Poacher grinned, gasped with a sudden surge of satisfied pleasure, and came. Sighing eagerly, both of his current beauties slid their mouths up and caught as much of it as they could. In the process they got a lot on their faces, but didn’t seem to mind. Then, at a single word from him, they began to swap it back and forth between their mouths while exchanging trembling lesbian kisses… while the evil villain looked on, leering eagerly, over his gargantuan cum-leaking tip.

The frustrated heroines left behind in the exchange had no choice but to gasp, kneel, and wait patiently. Their empty pussies ached, deeply, between their folded thighs… even as they continuously leaked out streamers of their previous conquerors’ cum. All around them in the crashed party, littering the floors and some no more than a few feet away, lay helpless crippled heroes. The once-mighty heroes let out plaintive whimpers towards their buxom kneeling female counterparts, stricken bodies trembling, bits of vomit still leaking from their lips even as tears leaked from their eyes. But, still lost in their own drunken horny worlds, the heroines barely even noticed them. When they did, gasping, they blushed and averted their eyes immediately… and, minds filling up with dreams of far superior and more evil cocks, forgot about them as swiftly as possible.

Fortunately for them, they didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes later yet another villain came strutting to them through the sea of stricken, horrifiedly-gaping costumed wretches that littered the floor. It was Attila the Hung. His huge eponymous dick hanging out and ready, the hulking wrestler strode over the bodies of whimpering lesser men as he approached, holding a wiggling and ruined platinum blonde under each of his swarthy arms.

Arriving before the cluster of kneeling waiting beauties, Attila smirked and then let his ravaged conquests slide down to join them one by one. The Black Cat’s voluptuous curves jiggled as she sank down to her knees between Green Specter and Zatanna. From the look upon her gorgeous masked face, she had had been utterly wrecked. But even her distant awed stare looked twice as coherent as the gaping emptiness that filled the White Queen’s gorgeous features as, trembling, she sank down beside her. Rivers of cum poured down her long sleek thighs, blending in with her white thigh-boots… mixed, to the shock of her staring fellow heroines who had missed her whimpered explanation, with wispy red traces of broken-hymen blood.

“Thanks, sluts,” Attila cooed down at them. Reaching down he stroked his hand down his enormous unit, squeezing a little more cum out of his bloated tip. It dribbled onto the floor, in front of their knees. “It’s been fun. But now I gotta move on to the next pussy deserving of the Khan’s plunder.”

At the news that his huge penis had had its fill of them, the Black Cat’s voluptuous semen-filled haunches squirming and she let out a quiet, mournful sigh. But Emma Frost’s jaw dropped at the news, and the look upon her face was as if hearing the Earth itself was about to vanish. “No!” she moaned. Supple ass lifting up off her booted feet she stumbled forward upon her knees, and wrapped herself around his leg. “No!” she repeated, blinking up at him in awe, face pressed to his thigh. “You… you can’t! I… I need it! I need you.” She breathed deep, making her large bare breasts jiggle delicately against his leg, then softly added, with a slight blush, “I… I need your cock…”

Attila rolled his eyes. “What do you propose to do about it, slut?” he asked.

Emma breathed deep. Then, she could no longer help herself. Her gorgeous face turned down and, from a range of a few inches she stared at his gargantuan hanging dick. She whimpered, and bit her lips. Then she finally opened them with a gasp. “Anything,” she whispered. Lifting a finger to her lips, she stroked them as she stared at his cock. “I’ll be your sidekick,” she whispered. “Your… your spy.” She swallowed. “Even… even your slave. I will kneel naked at the foot of your throne, a captive Queen for a Khan’s glory. Just… let me suck your dick.”

Craning her face forward she pressed a lingering worshipful kiss to the side of his immense, pussy-demolishing penis.

Attila sneered down at the sight of the sultry ex-villainesses opulent lips pressing their plaintive offering to his phallus. Reaching down he seized her by her platinum blonde hair. “No deal, bitch,” he said and, yanking her away, cast her voluptuous body casually aside. Lifting up upon her arms, huge breasts shaking beneath her and tears leaking from her eyes, Emma Frost moaned with disappointed horror.

Grinning and paying the weeping psychic slut not the slightest attention, Attila turned to face three new blondes (his favorites), and paused, tapping his chin, as he tried to choose amongst them. Gasping, directly before him, knelt the titanic-breasted Power Girl. To either side, gasping and whimpering with need, squirmed Green Specter and Got Gal. The former had originally been gagged but the Leviathan had not done a particularly good job, and the slobber-coated ball-gag now hung halfway out of her full, opulent, quivering lips.

Attila’s eyes roved back and forth across the three buxom naked blondes, before finally settling on Power Girl. “How about it, slut?” he asked. Sneering, he gestured down at his gargantuan member. “Think a half-Kryptonian pussy can handle this much meat?”

Power Girl breathed deep – making her huge famous boobies jiggle delightfully before him, her enormous cleavage quivering together as her huge boobs shook with their colossal yet pliant weight. “Yes,” she said, at last. She blushed. A tremble ran through her buxom body. “I… I have just one request,” she suddenly added.

Attila the Hung raised an eyebrow. “What?” he asked.

Power Girl breathed deep again, blinking up at him from her once-mighty and still stunningly well-rounded haunches. He looked displeased. Her flat belly fluttered, nervously. Yet, she could not resist. “Cum inside me,” she whispered. “Not… not in my tits, or my throat, or my ass… but in my pussy,” she hastily clarified. Her fertile and voluptuous hips wiggled with anticipation, atop her meekly folded boots. “I… I want to bear a real man’s seed…” she finally admitted, softly.

“Hmm,” Attila said. He glanced to either side, at Green Specter and Got Gal. “And what about you two?” he asked.

Turning their heads, behind Power Girl’s pretty short blonde bob-cut their sultry eyes shared a brief and knowing look. Their luscious red lips quirked up, ever so slightly. Power Girl had fucked up. They knew just how to capitalize. It would cost her what she so desperately craved, and end their own frustrated longing for the brutal fucking they both needed so very very badly.

“We also have one request,” Got Gal replied, turning back to blink up at the looming villain, plaintively.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Please… do anything you like with us,” Green Specter said, in a husked coo, from behind her half-descended gag.

“Cum in our asses,” Got Gal begged, lifting upon her haunches and swayed her huge breasts back and forth, enticingly, before his gaze.

“Our our throats,” Green Specter added.

“Cum where-ever you like,” Got Gal pleaded.

“Do anything to us you like,” Green Specter sighed. Arching her back, she stretched and jiggled her spectacular charms for him pleadingly.

“Just…” Got Gal gasped.

“Please…” Green Specter moaned.

“Treat us… like the dirty…”

“Worthless…”

“Horny sluts we really are,” Got Gal concluded. She opened her eyes and blinked them up at him plaintively. “And always, secretly, have been…” she added, in a soft and husking coo.

Power Girl turned her gorgeous short-haired head and gaped at each of the two heroines, in disbelieving horror. Attila the Hung smirked. “Deal!” he crowed.

Reaching down he seized both of the ‘lesser’ blondes and jerked them to their feet. Sliding his hands around behind their narrow waists, he crushed them up against his body.

Suddenly, stunned and terrified gasps spread across both blondes’ beautiful faces. They had made their promises and it had gotten them what their horny fertile bodies so desperately craved. But only now, the gorgeous horrified beauties seemed to realize, they would have to live up to them. They licked their lips, suddenly shuddering up against him in fear. But, wrapping his hands around behind their heads, one by one Attila pulled them in and kissed them. Each beauty whimpered and panicked, eyes flashing and bound body briefly struggling… and then, with a soft moan, gave in. Melting against him, they eagerly kissed him back, and pressed smooch after smooch to his thick neck after his leering lips had had their fill and pulled away.

“Ha! Sluts!” he purred. Then, without another word, he turned and led them away, buxom flesh shaking and squirming eagerly against him, back to the kitchens to get plowed.

Power Girl was left empty, aching and dejected, as she watched her two rivals go. But, from the look upon her gasping beautiful face, the ultra-buxom heroine had learned a valuable lesson. She would get to put it to the test shortly. A minute later, the Leviathan came strutting back over with the voluptuous Mary Jane Watson in tow. The gorgeous model had rivers of his mutant cum seeping out of her gaping ravaged vagina and, from the look upon her bleary-eyed drunkenly-wobbling face, had survived her devastating fuck with only a handful of brain cells intact. She slumped, trembling, to her knees, in between Power Girl and the Black Cat.

Not being a heroine and therefore having minimal combat skills, she was one of the few beauties left at the party who was unbound. She put a hand to her belly, and gasped deeply. “Oh… my God…” she whispered, staring up at the ceiling in awe. “What… what a fucking STUD!” Then, sinking backwards as if succumbing to utter sexual exhaustion she ended up sprawled across the Black Cat’s voluptuous lap, gaping up past the platinum blonde thief’s titanic jostling boobies to stare in brain-broken catatonia into the darkness.

The Black Cat gasped, to see her one-time rival for Spiderman’s affections laid so low. Then she raised her eyes, and looked up at Mary Jane’s conqueror in awe. Sliding out a glistening tongue she slowly moistened her full lower lip and then batted her lashes at him, intrigued.

Upon a distant couch, Spiderman whimpered and watched helplessly – unseen by all except his smirking, massively better-hung rival. The little hand that had spent well over an hour jerking away furiously inside his skin-tight suit momentarily froze, at the thought he would not only have to watch his wife get ruined for him forever, but his big-breasted mistress as well. Then, helplessly, it began to beat away even faster…

But fortunately or unfortunately for him, the aquatic mutant villain barely even glanced at the redhead-decorated platinum blonde squirming at his feet. His gaze briefly swept the sea of hopefully squirming super-beauties and pretty plaintively-batting mask-framed eyes, perusing his options with an amused smirk upon his lips. As his eyes past her Zatanna sat up eagerly, like a schoolgirl eager to answer a question and, under her orders from Vile, spat out her now trademark phrase. But even as her buxom silky body briefly glowed, becoming enslaved to yet another brutal big-dicked master, his eyes kept going, barely even pausing upon her. Finally, sweeping back across the circle, they settled upon Power Girl.

“Well, slut,” he purred, stepping forward to stand before her… his trademark two-foot shark-like member dangling before her stunned and gaping face. “Think your Kryptonian body can handle this any better than that little mortal slut?” he said, gesturing towards his giant unit with one hand while waving dismissively towards Mary Jane with the other.

Slowly, Power Girl breathed deep, eyes glued to and slowly sliding up and down his immense dangling penis. Even her super-human and well-distended pussy tingled with fear at the sight of such a monster. But as she stared at it her breath quickened and, at the tips of her enormous jostling breasts, her huge nipples, already engorged, tented out a little further. Slowly, her eyes slid back up to look at his leering fish-like face.

“Yes,” she whispered. She licked her lips, eyes darting back and forth between his penis and his face in awe. “At… at least, I’d like to try…” she added, squirming nervously. “And I will do anything… ANYTHING! For the chance to be destroyed by your huge penis.” Leaning forward upon her fertile swollen haunches, she wrapped her lips around his gigantic namesake and gave it a quivering, worshipful kiss.

Leviathan sneered. But her words had done their job. His dick twitched, eagerly, beneath her luscious quivering lips. She whimpered, trembling in fear… and pressed them to it just a little bit tighter, slurping at him as if she were a priestess and his penis her god. Then she slowly sank back onto her haunches. At a gesture from him, she rose. Wrapping his hand over her shoulder, he lifted the other up to fondle her gigantic tits and, like that, started to lead her away to a suitable place to get fucked. Whimpering in anticipation, her untainted pussy leaking rivers of eager lubricant in preparation, Power Girl hobbled along beside him as best she could.

Chapter Next: 2AM – The Night Train

On and on the long night went. One heroine after another got fucked. One villain after another roared with pleasure, and unleashed a massive surging load up into yet another buxom heroine’s trembling lips, or ravaged asshole, or fertile and defenseless womb. Six, seven, eight – the count for each villain steadily marched up as they fucked and fucked and fucked upon the bodies of their helplessly squirming and deliriously moaning foes. And the entire time, crippled, gaping in horror, a sea of their costumed would-be rivals were forced to watch.

With almost twice as many heroines as villains, no heroine got to get fucked constantly. Everyone had to spend her time kneeling and whimpering in the exchange and begging, with increasing abject pleading, for her buxom curves to be led away for yet another brutal fuck. All the heroines, that is, save one: Wonder Woman. Naturally, every villain wanted a piece of the Maiden of Might. Tied down and spread eagled with her own lasso, there was not a single second in the entire night when, moaning, squealing, and thrashing, Wonder Woman’s tight, royal, once-virginal pussy was not being ravaged and pounded by a long thick evil villain’s cock.

After Wing Girl finally grew exhausted and pulled out the Matador promptly replaced her, taking up her position and sliding his long Latin cock deep into gaping Wonder Woman’s helpless drooling cunt. Smirking, Wing Girl wondered off to torment and abuse the helpless heroes while she recovered her strength, leaving whimpering Wonder Woman to her fate. But Diana had little time to contemplate her Sapphic lover’s betrayal. Showing off his consummate skill, in no time he had the Princess of the Amazons squealing and shuddering in awe under the deep plunging power of his prowess. After a half hour his seed erupted deep inside her and he pulled out, and went off to find a heroine to suck his long dick back to life. His tired schlong was replaced instantly by the gargantuan black cock of the Kop Killah, who also made the Amazon squeal and her eyes roll within her beautiful crowned head as pumped orgasm after orgasm into her helpless fertile pussy. Soon his gargantuan black balls unloaded their payload into her womb as well. His huge dick was followed in turn by Attila the Hung’s, then Tommy Crude’s, and then the Bush Poacher’s, each slamming and sliding with furious and exultant abandon in her quivering, sopping, worshipfully squeezing pussy lips.

After Bush Poacher’s enormous schlong unloaded a massive load of cum into the Amazon’s cunt, and added the greatest trim sable bush of all to his list of poached furs, the next conqueror in line was Panthris. Smirking, she took her time fucking the shit out of the Amazon’s pussy and then, rather than add to the tremendous mixture of evil seed already swirling within Diana’s royal womb, elected to pull out and instead cum all over her face. After all she had just finished filling the Last Pussy of Krypton with her potent payload, and had no need to compete for bragging rights as to whose womb would get claimed by whom. After slapping another pair of Kryptonite cuffs on the delirious young super-blonde she had deposited her in the Exchange, and come strutting over to wait her turn at the Wonder Cunt. She wasn’t worried about anyone else poaching her prize: by prior agreement, every other villain would fuck the Last Daughter of Krypton only in her throat or ass for the rest of the night. As the luscious blonde was finding out herself, at the same time, as, on a couch a few dozen feet away, whimpering and moaning, she nevertheless obediently bounced her svelte round buns up and down Vile’s gargantuan pussy-demolishing shaft.

After she squeezed out the last few drops of cum from her huge penis and let them drop onto Diana’s gleaming tiara, Panthris purred and eagerly strutted away. Seizing a buxom and fucked-brainless Batgirl out of the exchange, she hauled her away towards a distant couch to complete her trifecta of vaginal victory over the fabled Big Three. Wonder Woman barely even seemed to notice for, moaning in awe, her poor tight slick little pussy was already getting demolished by the Leviathan’s enormous member. After his huge shark-like beast had had its way with her and deposited its vast school of swimmers to the ecosystem growing within her womb, he was replaced by the Gremlin King. After claiming his right of first conquest over Ms. Americana’s pussy and then leaving her sprawled and wrecked upon the floor for another villain to collect, the diminutive little lord had taken a tour through various luscious heroines’ mouths, pumping his thick scaly dick deep down their whimpering throats as they got done by some bigger villain from the other end, before he had come to claim his promised turn inside the Wonder Pussy as well. Jester-hat-crowned head rolling and gasping with pleasure, he clutched tight to her buxom quivering hips as his enormous scaly member demolished her helpless royal pussy just as thoroughly as any of her full-size paramours. When he filled her with his seed and then strutted away like a little pimp, Wonder Woman’s shattered face was left gaping at the ceiling in awe, her lips hanging open and her blue eyes wide as the proverbial saucers. From the look upon her face, she didn’t think it was possible for her pussy to get more devastated. Moments later she was proved wrong, as Gorilla Groxx’s enormously thick bestial member slid into her defenseless cunt.

Hooting and grunting like an animal, Groxx fucked the helpless buxom wiggling Amazon with wild abandon and, true to his nature, sent even more massive loads of cum surging down out of gigantic swaying gorilla balls and deep into her womb. After him came the Aberration who proved even rougher, slamming his gargantuan green cock savagely up her pussy like it was an industrial piston and he was trying to make it break. Wonder Woman whimpered and moaned and shuddered, in awe, eyes rolling in her head, as she was swept away under the furious frenzy of the villain’s fuck. When he climaxed he too pulled out, and did it all over her belly. “Don’t need the kiddie payments, slut” he sneered down at her, and grinned toothily at her stunned and ravaged face. Then he picked up Ms. Americana, who he had left kneeling nearby and had been forced to watch, put her naked ass over his shoulder, and went away to have some more personal fun.

After him came Lord Vile himself.

Wonder Woman had thought she had felt it all. But she still moaned in awe as the mastermind’s gargantuan purple penis slowly slid deep, deep inside her drenched, tenderized, well-used pussy. Quivering upon her back, the Maiden of Might gaped up in shock as his helmeted face slowly came to loom over her. He sneered down into her gorgeous stunned face. Memories of their encounters swirled through both their heads simultaneously. Of how she had challenged him, hands perched to either side of her sleek star-spangled panties. Of how, after humiliatingly removing her bustier and exposing to him her breasts, she had still been easily baited into another wager. And how, thanks to her, she and all the other heroines had pulled down their panties before the leering villains… opening up their drooling pussies to the attack which even now was playing out all around them.

Though her lips hung open and quivered in absolute silence, Vile could still see, written plain as day upon her ravishing sweaty features, as memories of each and every such encounter slowly flooded through Wonder Woman’s brain. He smirked. Then, slowly at first, but with steadily increasing force, he started pumping.

“You…” Wonder Woman whispered. She squirmed helplessly, as his huge penis slid back and forth inside her pussy, and quivered in awe. “You… you planned this… Every last… every last moment of it! You tricked us… and lured us into your trap!” Head falling back, she moaned in awe as his gargantuan member got in a particularly good and devastating thrust, deep inside her absurdly over-stretched vaginal walls.

Vile smirked, lips hidden and only half-visible in shadow beneath his helmet. “Yes!” he purred. “How does it make you feel, Wonder Woman? To see all your heroines destroyed, and to have the mastermind’s penis inside you?”

Wonder Woman’s head thrashed first to one side and then the other. Her eyes rolling in her head, she moaned loudly. Her lips trembled, desperately trying not to speak. But in the end, bound by her own lasso, driven by his massive deep-ravaging penis, she had no choice.

“Oh… oh GODDESS!!!” she moaned, loud enough for all the nearby heroes to hear. “It… it feels so GOOOD!!!” She whimpered and moaned, her body shuddering helplessly, as his mammoth penis pounded savagely inside her taut-stretched pussy. “Oh… oh my Goddess!!!” she squealed, head rolling and thrashing with passion. “How?! How? How… how can utter conquest… utter defeat… how does it feel so RIIIIGGGHHTTT???!!!” And, squealing, trembling, every inch of her body shaking, Wonder Woman came. For what seemed like the thousandth time that night, and yet far more devastating than all the others, she shuddered and screamed in mind-melting climax.

“Hahahaha!” Lord Vile purred, still brutally pumping away inside her slit. His huge purpled balls swung and swayed between her spread and trembling thighs, bouncing teasingly against her ass, ready to add his potent load to the cocktail of conquest swirling inside her. “Slut!” he said, and carried on happily fucking away on top of her.

For the better part of an hour Vile fucked away brutally atop Wonder Woman, as she came and came and came, helplessly. When he finally spent his load inside her and pulled out, her head spun, and she was briefly sure she had reached the end of the universe itself. But it was not the end. Another huge penis promptly slid in to take his place, another chortling villain wrapped his hands around her huge wobbling breasts as he prepared to savor his second helping of her superhumanly tight and drooling pussy, and yet another fuck began. And another, and another, and another. All night long Wonder Woman got fucked, by one villain after another, until she had completely lost track of how many times each had done her, until they started to blur together in her mind. Delirious upon a potent mixture of defeat and lust and humiliation more powerful than all the liquor she had consumed that night combined, she came and she came and she came without end, shuddering with pleasure as she was conquered over and over and over again by her laughing foes.

But, though Wonder Woman may have been fucked endlessly without respite, upon the bodies of all the other buxom heroines at their disposal even the mighty villains of the Cabal gradually began to tire. After hours and hours of sex, and dozens and dozens of cum-shots, finally even their superhuman balls began to feel empty and drained and sore. One by one each shoved his final trembling, well-fertilized conquest aside and stumbled away, to rest and recuperate.

This was the Gremlins’ signal. Cackling, after they had gotten done distributing the implements of heroinely bondage to various villains as appropriate, their little helpers had amused themselves as was their wont, as they waited for their turns at heroinely pussy. Specifically, they had spent the time delivering cruel kicks up between the legs of yelping and helplessly sprawled superheroes, hopping up and down upon their muscular paralyzed bodies, and pulling up their heads and spreading their eyes to force one hero or another to watch.

Now, abandoning the paralyzed heroes back to their solitary suffering, the Gremlins came forward to claim their own personal rewards. The heroines gasped, as one by one they found their kneeling and exhausted bodies surrounded by the little snickering fiends. But, chained, powerless, and heads still aswirl with the same potent lingering mixture of booze and lust that had tamed their inhibitions in the first place, the heroines were in no position to resist. One by one, blushing and chained, they were led away naked by their cackling little handlers to the back rooms, out of the heroes and villains’ sight alike. There, laying the helpless heroines down on beds, they had their fun. Not fucking them – in the treaty the villains and gremlins had signed in preparation for their attack, that had been specifically reserved for their King alone. Instead, cackling with glee, each Gremlin squeezed one of the finest and biggest pairs of tits on Earth around his cock, and merrily thrust away, gasping with pleasure, as those huge boobies wobbled and jiggled around his little shuttling member. Exhausted, the gasping heroines could only watch… and moan, repeatedly, each time spurts of Gremlin cum splashed across their faces.

So it was that gradually, as the night progressed to the wee hours of the morning, the vast room upon which the conquest of heroine after heroine had taken place gradually grew quieter and quieter, emptier and emptier. Finally, gasping with glee, the Gremlin King completed his third and final fuck within Wonder Woman’s tight pussy, and even she was marched away to join her fellow heroines in offering her illustrious tits to their little captor’s pleasure. When she was gone, the vast room fell almost completely silent. But it was not to last. One more act remained to play out.

Chapter Seventeen: 6AM - The Walk of Shame

After Wonder Woman was finally led out, for what seemed like almost an hour darkness and silence gripped the room in which the mightiest men on Earth still lay, crippled. Their occasional muffled groans and moans of torment were the only sound that echoed across its cold, vomit-and-cum-splattered marble floors. The villains turned down the lights, plunging them into darkness, lit only by the faint glimmer of orange coming in over the Manhattan skyscrapers, glowing through the vast windows.

The villains were still about. From their vantage point, hugging tight to the floor, the caped heroes could see their dark hulking forms moving amongst them. There was a scrape, and shudder in the floor, as some large and heavy object was dragged in.

But, through their torment and their moans, a faint glimmer of hope still shone for the mightiest cripples on Earth. Though their worlds still spun helplessly about them, the effects of the Gremlin cum swirling in their trembling muscular flesh was slowly, ever so slowly, starting to fade. Where before they had been utterly paralyzed now they could tremble against the ground like infants. Where before Green Lantern had spent hours unable to use his ring at all now, as he lay in a puddle of various heroines’ liberated pussy juices he found he was once more able to squirt a pathetic little blob of green energy to pool, briefly, before his gaping square-jawed face. At the rate they were recovering within a few hours, the glaring and trembling heroes knew, they would be back to their full strength. Or close enough, given their enormous advantage in numbers.

Soon, each glaring trembling hero grimly and silently vowed to himself, he would have his revenge. Vengeance, served with flying fists or blazing eye-beams or mystic powers, upon the barbaric men who had just metaphorically or literally cuckolded him.

Finally after a long wait in the silence, Lord Vile came out and stood in the very center of the room, surrounded by the sea of groaning crippled capes. His villains stretched out in a long line to either side of him, with Panthris smirking at one end and Gorilla Groxx at the other. The villains had slid their long tired dicks back into their pants and speedos – save for Panthris and Groxx, who let theirs openly and tauntingly dangle before the sea of stunned, gaping hero faces. Of the traitor Wing Girl and the little Gremlin King, there was nothing to be seen.

“Bring forth the heroines,” Vile’s booming voice intoned.

A stirring moan rumbled through the room, from a hundred hero throats, as their women were marched forth. Zatanna came first, with the others trailing out behind her. Their hands were bound, and silver collars had been fitted to their throats, linked together by a long loose length of rope. Their proud and skimpy super-panties were once more coiled snugly about their ankles, forcing the naked gasping heroines to walk forward with dainty wiggling steps.

But the heroes were not the only ones who had sobered up over the night. Though they winced in pain against the stabs of light and gasped softly in shame at drifting memories of the previous night, the row of marching heroines kept their heads high. Though they marched forward, humiliatingly hobbled like tamed horses by their own proud yet skimpy self-lowered panties, their gorgeous faces remained fixed forward with as much noble dignity as they could muster… almost as if the row of warrior beauties was marching forth to victory instead of a being led forth to stand naked and in chains before their foes.

Alongside the long line of panty-hobbled, high-heeled or booted heroine feet, there came half a dozen gremlin handlers, grinning up eagerly at their huge-breasted and pneumatically jiggling charges, led by their King. They held long yard sticks in their hands, with which they gave the heroines encouraging nuzzles upon their well-rounded asses to make sure they kept walking. At one point, as she came out into the light, Power Girl suddenly stopped dead and gasped in horror as she saw the sea of stricken heroic faces gaping up at her… and the realization that they had watched her get fucked, and beg for it, all night long flooded into her mighty horrified head. But the nearest gremlin, snickering, promptly swung his yardstick up hard and struck it sharply across her naked ultra-buxom buttocks, hard enough to make the jutting yet tautly-muscular orbs jiggle to either side of the distending impact. Power Girl gasped. A little moisture dribbled out of her naked blonde pussy. Lifting her head back high, she gave a little sultry snarl… and once more continued walking obediently forward, behind her comrades.

Slowly, the long line filed forth, through a trembling swamp of gaping caped and masked wretches, and formed a long line before the waiting villains in the very center of the room. Without Wing Girl and the Gremlin King amongst them there were exactly two heroines for every villain. Zatanna and the White Queen gasped up in awe as they found themselves standing before a leering Gorilla Groxx at one end of the line. Supergirl and Batgirl squirmed side by side as they found themselves before a smirking Panthris at the other. At the very center, Wonder Woman and Power Girl gaped and jiggled side by side as they found themselves face to face with Lord Vile himself.

“Greetings, ladies,” Vile cooed out, at the sea of gaping gorgeous faces and mighty, naked bound bodies arrayed before him. He gestured towards the ground. “Kneel.”

The heroines gasped. But, sobered faces twisting in defiance, they lifted their chins and refused. Or, most did. At the ends of the line, Zatanna and Supergirl both promptly buckled, and fell to their knees before their masters. The capitulation of two of their busty number caused a gasp of dismay to run up and down the line of squirming and defiant beauties. For the rest, the Gremlins were standing by.

“You were told to kneel ladies,” the Gremlin King purred, standing in pride of place behind the staggeringly buxom jiggling asses of Power Girl and Wonder Woman. “Now… do it!” Swinging his yardstick up he delivered a furious thwack across, since Power Girl’s already had a pink welt arcing across it, the deliciously projecting and well-rounded ass of Wonder Woman herself. Up and down the line, the other Gremlins eagerly did the same to every other helpless and inviting heroine posterior on offer.

The heroines gasped and shrieked as they were spanked. Then, one by one, acting on instinct, they gave in. One by one their knees buckled, and the moaning beauties tumbled naked to the floor before their foes. One pair after another of huge bare breasts bounced and jiggled deliciously as they plummeted downwards, and then shook about violently before their leering enemies. Finally, after three spanks of the ruler even Wonder Woman could not resist, and with a loud moan she too dropped to her knees. Power Girl was already there.

But, though they fell to their knees, the heroines remained unbroken. Lifting her head high, Wonder Woman glared up at Vile as he loomed above her, and leered.

“Do not think you have won, villain,” she declared up at him, her beautiful blue eyes flashing. “You will not get away with this! We super-heroines, and our male counterparts, will bring you to justice in the end!”

But at this tirade, Vile merely smirked, dark lips twisting up under his mask. “To justice for what?” his voice rumbled. He gestured, rhetorically, up and down the line of kneeling beauties. “You exposed your own breasts. You pulled down your own panties!” His leer broadened. “There was not a single one of you that didn’t open herself and beg for sex, when the time came. Not a single one of you that did not moan forth her thanks, as we pounded your pussies. Even the bonds you wear you donned eagerly, so she could get the kinky and submissive sex you horny sluts so secretly craved.”

At his words gasps and squirms of outrage quivered up and down the kneeling buxom line. One beautiful face after another twisted into a snarl, and trembled up at him with fury.

“That’s not true!” Wonder Woman declared, haughtily. “You tricked us!”

Vile smirked. “Can’t trick an honest woman,” he sneered.

Wonder Woman gasped, her eyes going wide. She trembled with her jaw agape, the kneeling and buxom Princess for once in her life momentarily lost for words. But she was not the only one to object. Sitting up high upon her haunches, Ms. Marvel lifted her furious masked face forth to comment.

“Have you no shame?” the gorgeous, shapely blonde exclaimed. “You made us drunk, and then took advantage of us! Like the worst sort of college date rapists!”

Vile sneered. “No. You did that to yourselves,” he purred. “Because it was the only way you could escape how pathetic your men truly were.”

Ms. Marvel gulped and blushed. “That’s… that’s not true…” she whispered. But, chastised, she slowly sank back down onto her shapely haunches. But more angry beauties were still eager to take her place.

“Our men are not pathetic!” Ms. Americana hissed, trembling in fury upon her knees. “At… at least not by choice. You crippled them, to keep them out of the picture while you put your moves on us!”

“True,” Vile admitted. He shrugged. “But it’s not like any of you gave a shit, once you had our dicks to stroke and our fingers at your pussies.”

Americana gasped. Her eyes went wide, as she remembered how eagerly she had kissed the cruel Gremlin King back… the very moment his huge scaly tip had begun scraping her pussy. She sunk back to her buxom hips, chastised. But still she was far from the last whose beautiful face trembled with furious objection.

“You ambushed and stroked our pussies, making them excited, without our consent!” Batgirl hissed. She had heard about such things. “You used PUA techniques to escalate us to sex against our better judgment!”

“That’s true!” Vile chuckled. “And, from the way you sluts trembled, you loved it more than every other fuck you’ve ever had combined!”

Batgirl gasped… and, blushing, sank back onto her haunches.

“You… you put us in chains!” Sun Maiden hissed at him, accusatively. The buxom Japanese heroine squirmed furiously in her bonds, making her huge natural hooters shake back and forth deliciously as she glared up at him from behind her Rising Sun mask. “You bound us up, and led us around like prisoners!”

Vile sneered. “And every last one of you practically begged us to,” he sneered, “so you could get the submissive sex you kinky sluts have always craved!”

Sun Maiden gasped. Eyes blinking wide, she finally remembered how she had crossed her hands meekly, and allowed Tommy to cuff her… and how much fluid had oozed from her pussy, the moment he did so. Trembling, she sank back down.

“You impregnated us!” Power Girl hissed, quivering upon her fertile and well-filled buxom haunches. “You didn’t even try to use a condom, to protect us!”

Vile sneered. “True. And you begged us to do that too!” he laughed. He pointed down at her. “Don’t pretend you ladies haven’t been dreaming of feeling our cum in your wombs, since the moment you saw how much bigger our dicks were than those of your so-called rightful men!”

Power Girl gasped. Blushing deeply, she suddenly remembered how she had held her own pussy lips wide, in silent pleading, for him… and how she had whimpered in disappointment as instead he had shot his load down her throat. “That’s… that’s not true…” she whispered, desperately. But, unable to come up with a stronger retort, she too slowly sank back down onto her ultra-buxom and well-impregnated haunches.

Up and down the line, the heroines gasped and squirmed. For their every objection, Vile had an answer. Even sobered up, they were finding, their beautifully decorative heads were outmatched, blocked at every turn, by his vile intellect. At the realization of their own inferiority, trickles of moisture leaked, one by one, from each and every one of their naked pussies.

Meanwhile, in the brief silence that followed after the heroines’ arguments were thwarted, the Gremlins were hard at work. Working rapidly in teams of two they moved up and down the line of kneeling heroines, just behind their row of squirming, shifting, and delightfully well-rounded and projecting buns. One by one, they slipped each heroine’s proud and skimpy panties off one of her ankles, leaving the tiny garment to dangle down daintily from her other ankle to the floor. Around the freed ankle they swiftly slipped a little loop of Wonder Woman’s own magical lasso, tied it tight, then moved on to the next.

Each heroine licked her lips and gasped, gorgeous faces peering in dismay back over their sculpted shoulders, as they felt the humiliating task get performed on them. But there was nothing they could do. One by one their faces turned back forward and their eyes spread wide, their bodies trembling, as they felt the unfamiliar feeling of absolute truth being enforced upon them.

With all the gremlins working together it took less than a minute to transform all of the heroines. As they backed up and admired their handiwork, Vile nodded… and, smirking with anticipation, began the endgame.

“Let us stop fooling ourselves, shall we ladies?” he purred, as they squirmed, bound now both mentally and physically, before him. “You have made it abundantly clear,” he continued, “with every moan and whimper and squirm up against us you have made tonight, that you would rather be our playthings than be worshipped like goddesses by those goody-goody losers you call ‘heroes’.” With a wave of his hand he indicated the sea of sprawling gaping super-heroes lying all around them, with infinite contempt. “You have only two choices, ladies,” Vile purred. “Either you go crawling back to your inferior men, and suffer their fate. Or, you do what you always should have done – instead of helping them to oppose us, you promise to be our eternal, slaves.”

For just a moment the heroines’ mouths hung open, and they gaped in shock at the huge evil dicks that once more loomed before them. Then, slowly, one by one, their lips twisted back into trembling outraged snarls.

“Chauvinist pigs!” Wonder Woman spat. “Do you honestly believe even one heroine shall ever be your slave?! You… you are even more evil than you look!”

“You… you are vile! And evil! And dirty!” Maya Maharani spat, as she glared up into the leering face of Tommy Crude from where she knelt, naked, before his enormous greasy penis. “We are goddesses! In a just world you would fall to your knees and worship us!”

“You expect us to lick your boots?!” Valkyrie hissed, from the feet the notorious murderer Kop Killah. Her lips trembled in fury, an inch from his enormous green penis. “You are just a common thug. You may have won from us one night of pleasure, but do you have any idea how powerful we really are?!”

“Our men may not have your big cocks,” the Black Cat admitted, as her buxom bound body squirmed delightfully at the feet of the Matador. “But they are more sensitive, more caring, and better friends than any of you thugs could ever be!”

“We are not lowly sluts, to be bent easily to your will!” the White Queen declared angrily. “We are true Goddesses on Earth and deserve to be worshipped like them!”

One after another the sobered-up heroines spat out their lectures – formed almost entirely out of indignant questions and rhetorical flowery. Each was a haughty and self-important bitch, after all, and was going to make damn sure a man heard what she had to say. Even Zatanna, who had spent half the night pledging herself via mystic means to every big evil dick in eyeshot, trembled, her silky and voluptuous curves quivering spectacularly with the force of will it took to resist her compulsions, but managed to give the villains a sultry and defiant, glaring snarl.

As each angry slut spoke, the villains just grinned, and rolled their eyes. Finally, at long last, the collective tirade was over. One by one the busty bitches sank back to their buxom wiggling haunches and, squirming furiously yet impotently in their bonds, settled for merely giving the looming villains a set of beautiful, dangerous glares.

“Ladies,” Vile purred. Reaching down, he unbuckled his belt. Beside him, the other smirking villains did the same. “The first rule of being a good slave is: knowing when to shut up.”

He hauled out his gigantic cock. Up and down the line, heroines gasped and trembled in shock and outrage, as the other villains did the same – save for Groxx and Panthris who, leering, already had theirs out. Then, one by one, the villains reached out, seized a gasping heroine by the head, and shoved her lips up against his cock.

The very moment each and every heroine’s lips pressed to her villain’s gigantic veiny penis, it was like a switch had been thrown inside her. Their eyes, which had been fixed in firm and insolent glares, suddenly blinked wide, gaping down at the huge dicks extending from their lips in awe. Their lips, which moments before had been twisting with fury and spitting forth their defiant swagger, suddenly quivered in disbelief against their foes’ pulsing flesh. In an instant, their naked pussies glistened with moisture, as the memories of all the long hours of pumping depredation they had suffered at the hands of their enemies’ dicks suddenly flowed back through them. In moments, fluids were flowing down their squirming shapely thighs like waterfalls, glistening in the morning light.

And then, one by one, defiance wiped out in an instant by the simple touch of their enemies’ cocks, one heroine after another moaned… and, giving in utterly, began to suck. Ms. Americana was the first. Her eyes blinked in shock down at the huge green cock-head of the Aberration as it spread her lips wide. Then, slowly, her eyelids drooped and a deep blush spread across her masked cheeks. She pulled her lips back. “I’ve… I’ve always wanted to be yours,” she admitted, softly. “Now I am. I am your slave.” The glowing lasso tied around her ankle ensured it would be true. Then, with a soft moan, she wrapped her trembling lips around her enemy’s girth and began furiously sucking his dick.

Beside her, Got Gal gasped in awe and horror. Then her own face twisted. “Me… me too!” she moaned. Darting her head forward, she pressed an adoring kiss to the side of the villain’s gigantic cock, just above Ms. Americana’s shuttling lips. “I’m your slave!” she gasped, happily. “You own me!” Then, wrapped her lips around the base of his penis, she too set about worshipfully sucking and suckling as best she could.

Beside them Supergirl, eyes already lost adoringly in Panthris’s evil smirk, was slowly sliding her tongue round and round the villainess’s gigantic cock-head. She drew her head back. “Thank… thank you for impregnating me, Panthris,” she whispered. Her flat belly, filled with the well-hung vixen’s mutant seed, was already starting to swell slightly. She kissed the tip of her cock, eyes never leaving her face. “In return for your gift, I am forever yours to command…” she whispered, and then, leaning forward, began worshipfully to suck.

The entire time Panthris merely watched and leered, her eyes glittering with glee.

With a soft moan, beside her, Batgirl too gave in. “You have tamed me,” she moaned, falling forward onto her haunches and gaping up at the dick-girl’s huge penis in awe. “I… I am forever your…” Her lips froze, trembling over the final word.

Panthris sneered. “Bat-Slave,” she suggested.

Batgirl breathed deep, her huge bare breasts rising and falling delicately beneath her flame-red hair. “B-bat slave,” she finally said, obediently. Then, lifting her face high, she began to worshipfully slurp the underside of Panthris’s immense cock… much of which was already dripping with tendrils of eagerly-applied Kryptonian saliva.

One by one other pairs of heroines gave in. “We are your slaves!” both Zatanna and the White Queen moaned – the former backwards, the latter forwards – and then, simultaneously, wrapped their lips around Groxx’s gargantuanly thick member and began worshipfully sucking.

Beside them, softly, Mary Jane and the Black Cat blinked up in awe as he dropped his long Latin cock down before them. Then, slowly, they rose up on their haunches and, one after the other, kissed it.

“Spiderman owns my heart,” Mary Jane whispered, juices flowing from her redheaded pussy. “But you own my pussy… and my body. I am yours, whenever you want me,” she whispered. Then she kissed his cock, again.

“Spiderman used to own my heart,” the Black Cat confessed, beside her. Lips wrapped to the Matador’s penis, Mary Jane whimpered slightly, and blushed. She had always suspected. But, lips quivering upon her new lover’s cock, she swiftly found she no longer cared. “Now,” the Black Cat sighed, bowing her gorgeous platinum-blonde head, “you own both it, and my body.” Wrapping her lips around him, she began sucking his dick. Far away Spiderman whimpered… and continued furiously beating his little outmatched dick.

Beside them, Wolf Woman and Jungle Babe were already busy desperately slurping upon the Bush Poacher’s gigantic schlong. Lips trembling, Wolf Woman just barely withdrew her ravishing head long enough to say “I am your slave!” in Spanish. Fucking her beautiful head furiously with his cock, Jungle Babe could only whimper them half-intelligibly through her shaft-distended lips… but, the lasso glowing briefly, it was enough to seal herself into eternal bondage to him regardless. Sighing with pleasure, her pussy leaking out eager moisture as she felt her new slavery, she sucked him all the harder.

Up and down the jiggling buxom line, more heroines surrendered with each passing second. Valkyrie and UniGirl gasped as they licked Kop Killah’s gigantic black cock and then, promising to forever be his whores, began to compete to see who could more furiously suck it. Sun Maiden and Lady Midnight whimpered in awe as their lips pressed kiss after kiss to the Leviathan’s eponymous weapon and then, softly whispering their pledges of slavery, began with great but enthusiastic effort to suck it – Sun Maiden trembling in awe as she tried to take his tip, Lady Midnight blinking in wonder as her face was nearly crushed beneath his scaly balls. Ms. Marvel and Green Specter whimpered in awe as, blonde heads cupped in his hands, their trembling lips struggled to deal with Attila the Hung’s monstrous cock. Their lips quivered and slurped noisily, as they grappled with his tremendous girth. Finally, one by one, they pulled their pretty heads back as far as they were able and, in soft whispers, bound themselves eternally to be lowly sluts in the Khan’s harem. Then, lifting their heads back up they once more began, eagerly, to suck upon his gigantic penis.

Finally, at the center of the vast sea of slurping sighing surrendered super-heroines, only Wonder Woman and Power Girl were left. The two buxom beauties gaped to one side and the other in disbelief, eyes wide in horror. But Vile was patient. Not shoving them up against his dick like lesser villains had, he waited, and watched, smirking. Finally, both heroines turned back and gaped at his gigantic penis in awe.

With a whimper, Power Girl gave in first. Sinking low to her knees, she trembled as she sought out and, delicately, pressed a kiss to his boot. “I am yours,” she whispered, moisture leaking in rivers from her ravaged pussy. She gasped, softly, moved to the other boot, and kissed it too. “Command me,” she whispered, “and I will obey. Always.” Her buxom hips quivered, as they were sealed eternally in servitude to him. Then, with a moan of desire, she lifted her gorgeous face high, seeking his cock.

Vile intercepted her halfway up, fingers wrapping around the back of her pretty blonde head. Power Girl whimpered as, with just a soft nudge of guidance, he indicated that she was not to be allowed his tip. That continued to hover, huge and swollen, before the horrified gasping lips of the Maiden of Might. Instead, Power Girl sighed with pleasure as her mouth closed around his immense balls. A deep blush of sensuous delight spreading across her cheeks, she began, worshipfully, to suckle upon his huge potent nuts.

Now, there was only one. Wonder Woman gasped in horror, as she watched surrendered Power Girl suckle at Vile’s balls. Then, slowly, her eyes lifted to his face.

“You…” the trembling Amazon whispered, “you… are the most evil… the most cruel… the most loathsome villain I have ever faced!” she said. She breathed deep. Her buxom hips squirmed, beneath her bound and braceleted wrists. Below her wiggling ass, her own golden lasso lay bound, her world-famous star-spangled panties sprawling delicately and decoratively from the other. Her huge breasts, their tender tips pink and extended, jostled and wobbled furiously beneath his enormous penis.

Slowly, breathing hard, Wonder Woman let her eyes fall back from his face to the gargantuan head of his penis. In seconds, a panoply of emotions flickered across her face, from lust to hate to fear. Then, eyes rolling up, she let out a tormented moan.

“I… I love you!” she moaned, loudly. Surging forward upon her knees, the Amazon wrapped her lips worshipfully around Vile’s huge cock-head and began, passionately, to suck. She slurped vigorously up and down his first several inches, taut-spread lips trembling and her royal tiara-crowned head bobbing. Then she sank back letting him slip from her mouth, but still nuzzling him against her face. “I love you…” she moaned again, giving his huge cock a lick. “I… I am your slave!” She ran her tongue in a long circle around his immense cock-head, and moaned in awe. “I will obey you, always… without question!”

Then, rising up upon her buxom haunches Wonder Woman did what she had been dreaming of since the day she set foot in Man’s World. She wrapped her lips around a real man’s cock, and, sighing with pleasure, sucked the dick of her true master. Rivers of lust poured from her pussy, matching the trickling flow of both squirming shapely heroines beside her combined.

Slowly, a great and tormented moan rose from the sea of stricken heroes all around them. A moan of horror, and anger, of broken hearts and hopeless dicks. Wonder Woman had been their last great star-spangled hope. With her fall, they knew their cause was lost. They only way they would ever regain their buxom slurping prizes was by violence. Hearing that great moan, the sucking heroines blushed, and squirmed. But they could not help themselves. Beautiful faces bobbing and slurping, wide-spread lips quivering in awe around the huge evil phalluses plunging in and out of them, delicate tongues anointing huge potent balls worshipfully with their pleasure, they could not stop pleasing the gloating villains even for a second.

The villains, meanwhile, cackled and grinned as their heard their rival’s torment.

“Suck on it, punks!” the Aberration purred as, one hand down before his crotch to hold her, he brutally fucked the shit out of Got Gal’s wide-eyed and whimpering face. Americana’s tongue danced up and down his surging cock, pleasing him where she could.

“Your boyfriends seem mad!” Kop Killah laughed, as he eagerly pumped his big black cock down the gaping whimpering gullets of Valkyrie and UniGirl, at will. He grinned, as he felt their slurping warm pleasure envelop him, worshipfully, again and again. “I wonder why!” he laughed.

But, still trembling and shaken by the Gremlin toxins infecting their bodies, the cuckolded heroes could not maintain their song of outrage for long. Choking in hacking and vomit-choked throats, it gurgled and slowly died.

It was just in time. Gasping with pleasure, long dicks pleased simultaneously by two pairs of luscious heroine lips each, the villain’s twitched and trembled with delight as they prepared to cum. Each chose one heroine and, holding her lovely head fixed, slammed his huge cock deep down inside her.

“Here it comes!” Vile roared, as Wonder Woman’s awed throat trembled and around his huge sinking girth. “Here it comes!” Then, with a great collective cry, they came.

“Glurggh!” Wonder Woman whimpered, her entire body shuddering, as a blast of semen like a shotgun exploded inside her, and bursts of seed shot from her overloaded lips. Her throat bulged, around her new master’s huge cock. Yet, eyes blinking in awe, she sucked and sucked, desperately, trying to swallow all of her master’s gift she could.

“Ynnghg!” Ms. Americana whimpered, as the Aberration sent his load spewing into her gullet. Cum shot from her luscious mouth as well, and her huge breasts shook as she struggled to swallow it all.

“Mmmmm!” Zatanna sighed with pleasure, big eyes blinking up at her new lord in awe as she sought to suck down as much of his gorilla cum as possible. Rivers poured out around her trembling outmatched lips, streaming in waves down her sculpted trembling chin.

“Gllggg!” Valkyrie whimpered, her mighty Norse body trembling in awe, as Kop Killah’s gigantic black cock sent a huge load spurting all the way down into her flat athletic belly.

Those heroines not blessed with taking their new lord’s cum directly had to lap it off the faces and tits of their luckier sisters… which they did, eagerly. Wolf Woman sighed with pleasure as she suckled Bush Poacher’s cum off of Jungle Babe’s trembling, wide-eyed, deep-impaled face. Lady Midnight blushed slightly, unfamiliar feelings tingling in her buxom hips, as she buried her face in Taiyo’s cleavage and lapped up cum that fell there from her trembling Japanese chin. Batgirl laid kiss after kiss onto Supergirl’s chin… slurping up little bits of cum as she did so, as the wide-eyed blonde sucked and sucked upon Panthris’s never-ending load.

Finally, every villain had shot their all. With soft sighs of pleasure, they slid them up out of their sluts’ bruised and trembling lips, and stepped back. Their dicks hung limp and satisfied, their balls drained. With a grin, Vile motioned the heroines to stand. Gasping, squirming, they did so, rising up to form a staggeringly huge-breasted line before their new masters.

“What do you have to say for yourselves, ladies?” he purred.

The heroines breathe deep. The blushed. But, with the lasso still wrapped around them and having pledged their utter slavery, they knew they had to answer. Knowing she should be the first to speak, Wonder Woman stepped forward slightly.

“We apologize,” the Princess of the Amazons said. “We never should have opposed you.” She hung her head in shame before you, her huge boobies shaking before her as her bound hands trembled behind her. “We promise… we never will again.”

“We… we should never have fought against you,” Power Girl sighed, bowing her head as well. Her buxom ass jiggled back and forth, fluids drooling down her legs, as she stood before the leering villains. “To make up for our crime, we give you the only thing we can: our bodies. They are eternally yours, to do with as you see fit.”

“We promise. We will cook for you,” Sun Maiden gasped, her huge breasts shaking before her as she squirmed, “and serve food to you, like slaves.”

“And clean for you,” Green Specter moaned, wiggling. “Diligently, without needing to be told.”

“And do all other chores proper women should,” Batgirl said, her voluptuous ass quivering with pleasure.

“As we serve you,” the White Queen whispered, shuddering with pleasure, “we shall do so wearing a teeny tiny pair of panties, high heels – or nothing at all, as you desire.”

“We promise,” Jungle Babe moaned, her athletic belly wiggling back and forth over her leaking pussy, “we will keep our bodies perfect and immaculate for you… at all times, and for all time!”

“We beg you… let us dance for your pleasure, in your throne rooms!” Valkyrie moaned, her cheeks blushing, yet her body trembling with pleasure. “We will show you, with every wiggle of our bodies, how much we adore being yours!”

“We will use our powers at your bidding, and your bidding only,” Zatanna promised, softly. “They, like our pussies,” she whispered, a trickle of moisture running from hers, “are yours to command.”

“We will use every ounce of talent we have,” the Black Cat whispered, licking her lips with pleasure, “tirelessly to give you pleasure.”

“Our men’s secrets and their wealth are entirely at your disposal,” Mary Jane whispered, face aglow with adoration.

“We will never, ever deceive you,” Maya Maharani moaned, her shapely copper-skinned body quivering. “But we will gladly trick and deceive our fellow heroines, as well as models and any other females you desire, so that their pussies too may know the pleasure of being at your mercy.”

“We will bear you any children you desire,” Alpha Woman whimpered, her buxom hips shaking with desire. “Our wombs are yours to control, just like the rest of our bodies and our minds.”

“In… in return…” Supergirl whimpered, “we ask only one thing. Her body wiggled, in anticipation.

“Be cruel to us” Ms. Marvel whispered, answering for her. Both Supergirl and she, as well as every other heroine, promptly gasped, luscious bodies squirming eagerly, to hear the words said. Ms. Marvel licked her lips and then, voluptuous curves quivering and pussy leaking, softly continued. “Be… be merciless with us, and hard, and rough.”

“Punish us,” Got Gal moaned, “any way, any time you see fit.”

“Punish our throats,” Wolf Woman moaned, lips quivering.

“And our pussies,” UniGirl whimpered, her supple body shuddering.

“Punish our asses,” Lady Midnight whimpered, her own epic backside trembling enticingly, “however you please.”

“Punish us,” Ms. Americana whimpered, her luscious well-rounded ass wiggling as if in anticipation of a swat, “for the crime of ever having opposed you. There is nothing you can do to us that we do not deserve.”

For several seconds, silence reigned. The heroes gaped in disbelief… and burning envy, to see so much shapely flawless flesh swear such an oath to such evil, brutal scum. The villains grinned.

“That’s quite a set of Resolutions, ladies!” he laughed. “This is your best New Year’s yet!” He leered, as they gasped and squirmed and blushed, the full import of all they had said slowly sinking into their silky bodies and naked pussies. “Do you agree to abide by all of them?” he asked. “All of you? Forever?”

They gasped. But, though their faces fluttered and their lips quivered in dismay at what they were about to do, their squirming bodies and drooling pussies would not allow them to resist.

“Yes…” all the heroines said at once. The lasso glowed – binding all of them to their word.

“Good,” Vile purred.

But neither the squirming heroines nor the horrified heroes all around them had much time to contemplate what had just happened. For just outside there suddenly came a swooping whine. Moments later, with a great crash, the outer windows facing towards the sun exploded in a shower of jagged glass. A few prostrate heroes cried out in agony as injury was added to their insult.

All heroic and heroinely faces turned and gaped as, just outside, Tony Stark’s personal QuinnJet could be seen, hovering upon vectored thrust. The back door slid open to expose a large and plush passenger compartment. It had seating room for ten – and, conveniently, kneeling room for twenty. A ramp extended out the back and hovered just above the floor. Leaning out from the pilot’s seat, Wing Girl leered and waved. Tony had taken her on a test drive once, to get a better opportunity to stare down her tits as they jiggled with the G-forces of flight, and never bothered to remove her from its lock code.

“Your chariot awaits, ladies,” Vile said, gesturing towards it.

The heroines gasped, and shuddered. For just a moment, what they were about to do seemed to flicker in horror and dismay across their luscious faces. Then, one by one, they hung their beautiful heads and, luscious bodies squirming, accepted their fates. Walking in a long and pneumatically jiggling line across the room, panties trailing behind their ankles, they obediently filed up and into the jet and squeezed their ample jiggling curvature down in amongst the seats and the floor.

Heroines disposed of, Vile turned one last time to the heroes, as the villains stalked off to join their busty booty in the hovering jet.

“Heroes of the world,” he said, gesturing magnanimously, “I consider our-selves even. You foiled my scheme, beat me and my compatriots down, and sent us to prison. For that great crime, we have stolen the pussies of all of your most desirable women. Their bodies, and what meager excuses for brains lie within their admittedly decorative heads, will forever after be utterly at our pleasure.” He bowed, and grinned. “And since you got to watch, all night long, you won’t need to use much imagination to know just what that means. Which is good, since I wouldn’t say you’re so bright either!”

A rumble of outrage and fury thundered from the slowly recovering yet still trembling capes all about him. He smirked, and waved it aside until it subsided once more into hacking coughs.

“But do not think me un-generous,” the great purple arch-fiend purred. “Though I have taken all of your pussy – and I think we can say it certainly all counts as ‘well-used’ now, so you can hardly complain that much about that – I will leave you with a parting gift.” Behind him, scarce seen amidst the darkness, lay a large box draped in a black sheet, which the villains had dragged in while the heroines were busy getting their huge tits covered in Gremlin cum. Now, reaching back, Vile swept the black covering aside.

The heroes gurgled, and stared. Before them, beside Vile, beeping and blinking, lay a miniature version of the exact same NegaBomb they had prevented him from completing. But, lacking the one-of-a-kind gem that heroic interference had swapped out at the last second, it was instead of a mind-control device a contained if utterly destructive weapon.

“Enjoy,” Vile purred. “Consider this my parting gift to you. May the vision of our cum squirting into your heroines’ pussies be the last thing that ever goes through your minds.”

Lifting a remote, he clicked a button. Upon the screens that had been lain out all around the huge penthouse to watch the ball drop, footage began to play. Endless phantasmagoric footage, taken by Gremlins over the previous night, of heroines taking surges of cum down their whimpering gullets, or of huge villainous cocks unloading their potent payloads up one quivering super-pussy after another. Laughing, Vile dropped the remote and strode to the plane. Shoving his way inside through swarms of kneeling jiggling heroines, he slid into pride of place at the back.

“Let’s go!” he said, knocking in the wall between him and the cockpit, behind him.

“Roger, roger!” King Mischievus laughed, from the co-pilots seat, amidst a swarm of his eagerly bouncing gremlins. The little monsters were quite happy with their position right next to Wing Girl’s swoopingly shapely curves, with several sneaking mischievous peeks up her short skirt. Smirking patronizingly at their attentions, and her depraved pussy moistening at the thought of having a twelve-way with the entire tribe later, Wing Girl nodded. “You got it,” she said.

Tilting forward on the controls, she zoomed away from the bomb-laden building and out into the sky. Around them the authorities of New York, used to super-aircraft coming and going as they pleased, and mostly taking a light morning after the previous night’s packed debauchery, batted not an eye as the stolen super-jet swooped low over the skyscrapers of Lower Manhattan and, accelerating rapidly, streaked out over the Atlantic.

Back in the ravaged penthouse, the heroes growled and cried in near-mindless frenzy. Struggling viciously against the crippling effects of the toxins in their veins, several muscle-bound caped figures still managed to struggle to their feet.

“This… this shall not stand!” mighty Thor howled as, just barely, he managed to keep his broad chest trembling upright in the air.

“They… they shall pay…” Batman growled as his trembling hand, finally able to move after hours of utter paralysis, reached past the front of the little grey briefs in which a tiny bulge throbbed, and went towards a special compartment in his belt.

“The last womb… of Krypton… will not birth a villain’s spawn!” Superman howled, as he managed, finally, to rise shuddering to his feet.

But they could not help themselves. As the mightiest heroes of Earth stood panting, trembling, kept aloft only by the pure adrenalin of eminent death, they could not help but turn their heads up and stare in horror at the huge screens above them. Their faces, trembled, at the sight of their beloved, huge-breasted, breathtakingly beautiful heroines getting utterly destroyed by vastly superior evil cocks.

For just a moment, they gurgled. Within their tiny little super-briefs, their outmatched and cuckolded dicks came to an erection, and throbbed, tinily, at the sight of superior men taking what was theirs.

At that instant the bomb blew. A sea of pure white surrounded the transfixed heroes… and, moments later, ripped them all to shreds. No one was safe, as the force of the Nega-Bomb ripped their flesh to atoms… ending every last one of their lives. It just so happened that the sight of Wonder Woman wrapping her lips around Vile’s penis was the last thing any of them ever saw.

Outside, in the jet, Wonder Woman whimpered but did not resist at all as Vile pulled her head down, and pushed his penis up into her mouth.

“Suck,” he said. Then, leaning back, he sighed with pleasure.

Whimpering in awe, lips still struggling to deal with his tremendous size, the Princess of the Amazons nevertheless slurped her outmatched mouth adoringly up and down the first several inches of his cock. Tears leaked from her eyes. All around her, the rest of her heroines were doing likewise: kissing, and lapping, and sucking their new and eternal lords with submissive and adoring love.

Then, behind her, she heard a sickening boom. Though she could not see, over the top of her bobbing tiara-crowned head Vile got to watch as a bubble of pure and destructive black annihilation spread out to crackle about the top several floors of Stark Tower. The tower where every last one of his heroic enemies had been gathered. Then, it slowly vanished, leaving only a smoking perfectly-cut bowl several stories below.

Hearing the boom, Wonder Woman whimpered. She knew, instinctively, what had just happened to all of her men. Between her squirming thighs, her cum-filled pussy leaked a little extra trickle of moisture, and a deep blush spread across her cheeks. Then, bowing her head low, with a soft sigh, Wonder Woman shoved her lips down his shaft and began, worshipfully, to deep-throat Vile’s penis.

THE END

APPENDIX: DRAMATIS PERSONAE

Since super-hero continuity is, as a general rule, a confusing mess, I inserted this section to summarize what version of a character I am using and what their costumes are and etc. just in case you can’t keep track. They are listed starting with heroines; grouped into the categories of DC/Marvel, Mr. X, and mine; then Villains; and then Heroes.

Heroines, Property DC/Marvel:

Wonder Woman – in star-spangled panty and golden-eagle bustier costume. I use the ‘Aphrodite’s Law’ version of her powers/weakness: i.e. she loses her powers when bound by a man, rather than getting them from a magic belt. Universally acknowledged as the greatest of all heroines, she is the alpha bitch of the group. Property DC comics.

Power Girl – short-haired blonde in a white long-sleeved one-piece, with an immense open ‘boob window’ showing off her cleavage, blue gloves, and blue ‘pirate-style’ boots. Her continuity is a notorious mess; I treat her as a half-Kryptonian and second cousin of Superman. For the purposes of this story at least she also officially has the largest breasts of any heroine. Starts the story pretty drunk, and thus fairly slutty. Property DC comics.

Batgirl – original Barbara Gordon version, redheaded bombshell in a skintight bat-themed suit with utility belt, bat symbol atop her tits, cowl. Property DC comics.

Black Cat – platinum blonde cat burglar with a skintight black cat-suit lined with white fur trimmings, and a black mask. For purposes of this story she is Spiderman’s on-again off-again ‘girl on the side’. Property Marvel comics.

Mary Jane Watson – technically not a superhero but she got an invite anyway. She is Spiderman’s wife. Ravishing redhead, model and actress, appears in this story wearing a slinky evening gown, masquerade mask, and glittering diamond wedding ring. Property Marvel comics.

Ms. Marvel – the Carol Danvers/Warbird version, in a skimpy black one-piece with red accents, a red sash cinched around her waist, long black gloves and black thigh-boots. A flying brick, power wise, and a lush. Like Powergirl, starts the story pretty drunk and thus also relatively low on inhibitions. Property Marvel comics.

Supergirl – classic movie version, with red pleated skirt, tight long-sleeved blue top with S shield, red and yellow boots, long blonde hair. In her early twenties, relatively innocent. Cousin of Superman, last (full-blooded) daughter of Krypton. Property DC comics.

Valkyrie – Brunnhilda, a Norse Valkyrie come to Earth as a super heroine, she wears knee-high black leather boots, a skimpy black leather one-piece with metal breast-plates and pauldrons, blue cape, and metal armband. She has long blonde hair worn in two waist-length braids. Property Marvel comics.

White Queen – platinum blonde psychic wearing white lace-up bustier, white g-string, long white gloves and boots, and a fur-lined white cape. Used to be a villainess, now ‘reformed’ and a member of the X-men – but still likes to vamp a lot. Property Marvel comics.

Zatanna – black-haired sorceress wearing a long-tailed tuxedo jacket, black panties and fishnets, a top hat, white magicians’ gloves, and black high heels. Casts spells by speaking backwards. Also starts the story on the drunker end. Property DC comics.

Heroines, Property Mr. X:

Ms. Americana – raven-haired heroine who gets her powers from her golden belt, wears a patriotic bikini, boots, gloves, and mask. Also known as the Queen of Justice, she is the alpha female of the Delta City heroines and thus second in overall dominance to Wonder Woman.

Alpha Woman – grown in a lab by Dr. Pervo but escaped and became a heroine. Ultra-buxom MILF with red hair and a skimpy patriotic costume. Gets her powers from a tiara.

Got Gal – blonde heroine who gets her powers from the magic jewel nestled between her giant breasts; wears a white bikini with gold female-symbol accents, white high heels, and sheer white gloves and mask.

Green Specter – blonde heroine, no powers. Wears green panties and bustier, a utility belt, fishnets, green boots and gloves, and a green mask.

Jungle Babe – blonde jungle heroine in a tiny fur bikini, clawed wrist and ankle accessories, and fur mask.

Lady Midnight – African-American heroine, district attorney by day, vigilante by night. Wears purple panties and bustier, a utility belt, boots gloves and mask.

Wolf Woman – Mexican heroine, wrestler by day and crime-fighter by night. Wears a brown bikini with golden wolf-print symbol, black boots and gloves, and a brown mask.

Heroines, Invented for this Story:

I wanted some more Asian ladies for this one, and didn’t like the existing ones available, so I made some of my own. (Note: I didn’t use Azure Angel cuz’ she’s now canonically underage. Like, I’m sure she and the other teens are still getting drunk somewhere, but that’s probably not going to fly at the same party as Superman.)

Taiyo no Otome aka the Sun Maiden: created in a lab by Japanese nationalists, fights crime under the sponsorship of a mega-company under the control of right-wing interests, but is herself an almost entirely innocent ingénue. Enormously huge breasts (physically I imagine her as a mix of Yoko Matsugane and Harada Ourei), squeezed into an Imperial Rising Sun bikini with matching boots, gloves, and mask. Flies, solar powered, and can shoot beams of ‘sun energy’.

Tong-il Sonyeo aka Unification Girl aka UniGirl: heroine created in a lab by a Korean chaebol as an international-pissing-contest response to Sun Idol. Very pretty and well endowed, she is on the athletic side while Sun Idol is ultra-curvy. Her svelte body is squeezed into a skimpy South Korean Flag bikini with matching red-and-blue gloves, boots, and red-and-blue yin-yang mask. She and Sun Girl are fierce rivals but have occasionally had to team up to counter great threats to their region. According to persistent rumors while under the influence of a ‘mind control’ spell they also teamed up at least once in the bedroom. When asked by their respective national presses both beauties squirm and swiftly change the subject.

Maya Maharani aka the Magic Queen or Queen of Illusions: Hindu sorceress, she was originally a villainess but converted after being defeated by a team-up of Sun Maiden and UniGirl. She was also reportedly responsible for the spell that reportedly led to the latter pair’s lesbian misadventures. The three then later helped the other heroes and heroines foil the Asian portion of the Cabal’s scheme, putting them on both Vile’s shit list and Tony’s short-list of scantily-clad T&A to invite to his parties. She has powers of illusion and is trained in a body-contorting martial art. Wears translucent veils over her face and dangling down between her legs, over a skimpy tiger-stripe bikini, plus golden lace-up sandals.

Villains, Various:

The Cabal: a team-up of villains who, three years prior to the story, attempted to conquer the world by stealing the parts needed to build Lord Vile’s willpower-destroying NegaBomb. If successful all of humanity and its heroes and heroines would have become their willing slaves. They almost succeeded, but were foiled at the last second – a key isotope being swapped out that transformed the bomb from world-enslaver to simple doomsday device. Surrounded by heroes, in return for giving up the code to disarm the bomb the Cabal made the heroes agree to conceal the full extent of their schemes, so the authorities thought it was just another globe-hopping super crime spree. As a result the Cabal was able to obtain a plea bargain that provided early eligibility for parole, and a deal in which their faces were not publically released.

Lord Vile: mastermind and leader of the Cabal, an enormous muscular purple villain with a long purple cape and a face-concealing steel helmet – visually similar to Magneto. Immensely personally powerful he is also an evil geneticist and inventor, descended from alien spawn sent to Earth by a hostile and destroyed civilization. He was invented for this story – I wanted a male arch-villain character to lead the villain crew. Under the Cabal’s original plan, he would have become the new dictator of North America.

Panthris: a Mr. X villainess with a large concealed penis. Normally dressed in a cat-themed costume, for purposes of crashing the heroes’ party she is femme-fatale-ing it up in a slinky evening gown with long slits up the side and an extremely low cut top; high heels, long gloves, and a domino mask. Appears in the stories The Hunt is On I & II, Jungle Babe vs. the Mutants, and probably some others I’m forgetting. Under the Cabal’s plan she would have ruled China and the rest of northeast Asia, as a final fuck-you to her old rival Dragon Queen, who would have served as her foot-stool.

Wing Girl: a fresh blonde heroine of about twenty whose ample chest conceals the dark-beating heart of a villainess. Has long angelic white wings she can manifest and de-manifest at will; wears a short low-cut white dress, white thong panties underneath, white gloves and go-go boots and a white mask. She gets off on the sight of her ‘fellow’ heroines getting defeated, seduced, and tamed. Much more comfortable with her sexuality than the heroines, she shamelessly uses it to her advantage while feigning virginal innocence. Shaking her tits in her government handler’s face a lot ended up being all she needed to be named the Cabal’s parole handler. She first appeared in my story ‘Ms. Americana & Got Gal taken to the Showers,’ though she was actually originally invented for this one – it just took a lot longer to finish. She was not a part of the original Cabal plot, but watched it on TV – and secretly rooted for the villains.

King Mischievus aka the Gremlin King: leader of the Christmas gremlins, who lend their aid to help the Cabal carry out their scheme in exchange for getting a share of the spoils. He was not a part of the original Cabal plot. His name and the power their cum has to ripen heroines comes from the first Ms. Americana vs. the Christmas Gremlins story. For purposes of this story I added the ‘fanon’ that, while it ripens women for conquest, if it gets into a male body Gremlin cum will wreck up the place so as to help eliminate a rival for fertile pussy.

The Aberration: Mr. X villain, huge hulking green brute with horns, claws, and sharp teeth. Massively strong and tough, usually seen wearing a leather speedo and not much else. Appears in Ms. Americana gets Owned by the Aberration, and at least one other SHC story where he fights Butterscotch Fox. Under the original Cabal plot he would have become ruler of Australia, Hackman-style.

Attila the Hung: masked wrestler turned super-villain, wears wrestler trunks and inter-gender championship belt, red and black devil-themed Mexican wrestler mask, bandoliers over a bare chest, and lace-up boots. Originally developed for Ms. Americana: Bra & Panties Match, an unfinished wrestling-themed story I may get around to finishing and submitting someday. Under the Cabal’s original plan, he would have ruled India.

Bush Poacher: from my story Jungle Babe vs. the Bush Poacher. He’s a pith-helmeted hunter whose favorite pastimes are shooting bullets into endangered species and cum into other men’s pussy. Wears a safari outfit entirely made up of endangered animal skins, is ugly and jowly with buck teeth, but has a secret in his pants that somehow makes the ladies end up begging to be his anyways. Under the Cabal’s original plan he would have had Africa as his private hunting preserve.

Gorilla Groxx: an evil geneticist gorilla villain, from my story Ms. Americana goes to the Zoo. Wishes to end the dominance of humanity on Earth by creating superior human-animal hybrids… for which he wants to have humanity’s best wombs at his disposal. Under the Cabal’s original plan he would have gotten South America as his own personal zoo and lab.

Kop Killah: African American assassin and gunman, noted prior to his stint in prison for his habit of wearing shot-through police badges as trophies upon his orange spandex super-costume. Under the Cabal’s original plan he would have become Dictator of Europe since, like basically all black dudes in porn, he has a thing for white pussy. Has not previously appeared in a story, nor do I plan to currently – he was in my slush file and I decided to slot him in.

Leviathan: from my story Ms. Americana goes to Bikini Beach. Leviathan is an aquatic mutant with gills, grey skin, webbed feet, and a two-foot-long eponymous shark-like penis. He has a palatial super-submarine he tools around the ocean in, looking for bikini-clad beauties to snatch. Under the Cabal’s original plan he would become emperor of the oceans and all the islands therein, ruling from twin capitals in London and Tokyo.

The Matador: from my story Ms. Americana vs. the Matador. A Spanish villain based on the bull-fighters of the same name, his passion is publically turning defiant heroines into obedient cattle, and he excels at all aspects of this task using both his blade and his member. Under the Cabal’s original plot he would have become the ruler of the Middle East, as a way of finally utterly completing his ancient ancestors’ Reconquista.

Tommy Crude: drugged-up rock musician turned super-villain, with the help of a microphone an amp and his pills he is capable of seducing almost any woman using his psychic crooning. A greasy thug covered in tattoos, wearing torn-up jeans and a wife-beater, he is infamous the world over for the size of the monster lurking in his leather pants. Has not appeared before; he was originally created for another perpetually unfinished story, Ms. Americana vs. the Rockstar. Under the original Cabal plot he would have ruled Southeast Asia, most notably the Golden Triangle, where his drugs come from.

Heroes: Quick aside here. Okay, check it. Virtually all super-heroes:

1.     Wear costumes that feature teeny tiny external speedos or are otherwise treated as skin-tight
   

2.     Hang out with women who have the bodies of bikini models and the fashion sense to match
   

3.     Are canonically straight
   

4.     Never pop a visible boner
   

I conclude from this that no hero’s dick can possibly be more than, like, two inches long. Erect. QED.

I’m aware that the ‘real’ reason for this is almost certainly that comic artists love drawing them some T&A but don’t want to show nerds any dong. But that’s not going to stop me from treating my explanation as the only possible one as far as what appears upon the page and thus true for the purpose of this story. Suck it, fan-boys.

Tony Stark aka Ironman: host of the party, which is set in his palatial Manhattan penthouse. Not in his suit, so he’s basically just a rich drunk dude in a tux. Has superhuman hosting powers, or something. Property Marvel comics.

Superman: classic version with red underpants, S-shield on chest, etc. Cousin to Supergirl, half cousin to Power Girl. Lusts after Wonder Woman but is married to Lois Lane (who is not present, off attending some charity event or office party or something). Property DC comics.

Batman: again, classic version with black underpants etc. I don’t really subscribe to the ‘can beat anyone with his plans inside plans inside fap fap fap’ fan-boy vision of the character since I think it’s a gay copout, but I keep him paralyzed with booze from start to finish regardless just to be sure. Hey, when Batman drinks, he drinks angry. Property DC comics.

Spiderman: Peter Parker version. In a bit of continuity mash-up he is both married to Mary Jane Watson and cheating on her with the Black Cat. I think in the original version they were separated while he canoodled with his second huge-breasted hottie (this is the guy were supposed to find a relatable sad-sack?!) but I don’t give enough of a shit to check. Property Marvel comics.

Green Lantern: Hal Jordan version. Is a dick yet, like the others, has no dick. Has a ring powered by willpower. Know what saps willpower? Booze. GG. Property DC comics.

Thor: Norse god turned superhero. Has magic hammer. Valkyrie is his countrywoman. He probably doesn’t want to have to watch as she gets a train run on her by a bunch of villains. That’s really, really quite unfortunate for him. Property Marvel comics.

Green Arrow: appears for like two nanoseconds, getting his paralyzed ass kicked off a couch so a villain can fuck on it. Like the dude from the TV show, only a communist billionaire. Or something. Who cares? Property DC comics.

SUMMARY: A superheroes’ New Year’s Eve party gets crashed by paroled villains. The villains proceed to seduce every last heroine in the party and, come midnight, claim their lips and their bodies for themselves. The heroes, finding themselves crippled by Gremlin-tainted booze, are forced to watch, helpless, as almost every last one of their heroines gets fucked by every last one of their villains, before their eyes, all night long. Come morning the heroines, having been utterly tamed, get led away into slavery, while the villains leave a consolation gift for the cuckolded heroes: a gigantic bomb.