Author’s Note: this is part 2 of a multi-part story. For a story thus far, read the part in italics below this. Otherwise, skip down a bit to the plain text. Send feedback to violatoremail@gmx.com.
Our Story Thus Far: the Thunder Eagles are expecting Danger Man, a mighty hero, to come and perform their annual inspection on behalf of the Grand Hero Council. Knowing this, Nightmare Witch has imprisoned Danger Man in a hell dimension, transformed the Geek into a perfect likeness of the hero, and sent him in his place. However, having hatched her scheme at the horniest part of her cycle, she was unable to resist giving the ‘hero’ a massive upgrade between his legs. Upon arrival, ‘Danger Man’ found the Thunder Eagles lined up and eager to greet him… and their base a messy wreck. Using the latter against the former, he forced them to split up to clean and serve for him… and Ms. Americana to personally scrub the floors. Now, free of their prying eyes, he is able to begin his ‘inspection’… one pussy at a time.
In no time the Geek found himself walking down the halls of the Thunder Eagles base, alone. His dick still throbbed, painfully erect, inside his briefs, at having forced Ms. Americana to scrub for him. Occasionally, a gorgeous heroine bustled past, turning her head to gape at him as she rushed by. Their eyes inevitably darted down to check out his package and then, letting out tiny squeaks, darted just as quickly back upwards and, pretty faces gasping, tried to pretend they hadn’t. The Geek smirked and strutted on, letting the hot honeys get their looks.
But, still bound up in the bedlam of their new work directive, none stopped to chat. Which relieved him, as conversing with beautiful women, even horny and desperate ones, was very much not his strong suit.
‘Hmmm,’ the Geek thought to himself, strutting along in heroic guise. ‘Where to start? For my first intrusion, I’m gonna need a portal that’s deep enough for good access, but still insignificant enough not to be guarded out the wazoo.’
Walking a little ways forward through the steel base, he stopped before the next door he came to. The label beside the door read ‘Flag Girl.’
‘Bingo,’ he thought, smirking.
All the doors in the Thunder Eagle’s base had been conveniently coded to open at the Official Inspector’s biometrics. He had but to put his palm upon it and it slid smoothly and silently aside. Glancing first one way and then the other, he made sure no one was watching. Then he ducked through into the dark room beyond, and let the door close behind him.
His jaw promptly dropped, and his eyes went wide. He was not alone. All around him, cloaked in shadow, stretched Flag Girl’s personal room. Her bed, her dresser, her desk. But inside as well was Flag Girl. Showering.
Having completed her assigned, and filthy, task of emptying the team’s wastebaskets in record time, the little teen beauty, feeling soiled, had decided to clean herself thoroughly before she risked meeting Danger Man again. Now, in a perfectly clear plastic tube directly before him, the shapely little sidekick hummed and cooed obliviously as, ass wiggling back and forth, she vigorously scrubbed a sponge up and down her silky bare curves. The interior of the tube shower was brightly lit. It was the only part of the room that was. Inside it, Flag Girl was on full display, her luscious and oblivious young face sighing softly as she scrubbed her limbs. Her ample flawless breasts and rotund teen ass wiggled back and forth delightfully under the pouring waters. The Geek looked on, mouth agape in awe. Within his tiny white briefs his immense member was suddenly at full and upright attention again.
Then, through the wonderland of wiggling naked curves on display before him, the awed Geek remembered his mission. Over by her desk, he saw her computer. Sneaking over, his pupils still glued to her squirming shimmying curves through the corner of his eyes, he drew forth from his belt a tiny USB stick and, locating her unguarded slot, delicately slid it in. Though it looked like an ordinary memory stick, crammed within lay all the fiendish evil the Geek’s mad technology could devise. Flag Girl’s computer sputtered briefly to life, it’s screen briefly flashing an urgent warning message, which flickered in and out as if struggling. Then, succumbing, the machine’s screen flickered a last few times and then returned to darkness… as, silently, within, the Geek’s hunter-killer programs began to work their magic with the heroines’ systems.
‘Perfect,’ he thought. ‘Now all I have to do is wait. So… what am I going to do in the mean time?’
He smirked. The question was, of course, completely rhetorical.
Settling his huge frame down on her bed, the Geek sat back and watched Flag Girl eagerly. Still utterly oblivious of her audience, the gorgeous teen beauty had progressed to scrubbing her muff. Hands clutching the sponge down between her thighs, she gasped softly as she scrubbed, perhaps a little too eagerly, up and down her tender dripping young pussy. Yanking his gargantuan cock out of his briefs the Geek began, eagerly, to beat off. His mighty body moaned and shuddered, slightly. It was the first time he’d played with his new trouser snake, and how much better it felt to have an extra foot or so worth of nerve endings to work with took him by surprise. Then gasping, enjoying the marvelous wiggling show naked Flag Girl continued obliviously to put on for him, he began to spank it eagerly.
He had been going for a minute or two when, very briefly, he glanced to one side, and then noticed something. “Well, well, well,” he purred, “what do we have here?” Leaning over, from where they had been hanging hallway out of a partially opened drawer he plucked Flag Girl’s panties and let them dangle in front of him, smirking. It was the exact same sleek white pair he had seen many a time, peeking out from underneath the teen beauty’s tiny candy-striped skirt. Being a pervert, the Geek wrapped them around his mammoth wang and began to beat off with them as he continued to watch Flag Girl gasp, squirm, and rub her supple flesh.
He was so into it, that he didn’t even realize she was wrapping up until the water suddenly shut off. ‘Oh, shit!’ he said. With great effort he managed to stuff his gigantic penis back into his briefs, though they still made a titanic bulge. With a click, the shower door opened. A delicate hand reached out, plucked a towel from where it hung upon a hook, and pulled it back inside. ‘Shit!’ he thought. He tossed Flag Girl’s panties back behind him to get rid of them, and then arranged himself as authoritatively as he could.
Moments later, sighing softly and with a towel wrapped around her dripping supple flesh, Flag Girl stepped from the shower. Her eyes widened in surprise to see Danger Man seated upon the foot of her bed. “What are you doing here?” she asked, gasping, trembling in the doorway.
“Uh…” Danger Man said. The Geek had to think very fast. “I need to take a shower.”
“Oh!” Flag Girl gasped. The look of shocked confusion vanished from her eyes to be replaced by shocked delight. “Do you want to use mine?” she asked, eagerly.
“Of course,” he said, standing up. He peeled off his spandex top. Flag Girl stood and watched, her naked body squirming with anticipation beneath her brief towel. Her eyes flicked up and down his body and she licked her young lips.
“Do you want my help?” she asked, stepping aside but keeping one quivering hand clutched tight to the door. “Our shower controls can be a little tricky…”
“Sure,” the Geek purred, through Danger Man’s rumbling voice.
As the little sidekick watched with wide, raptly attentive gaze, he stripped off the rest of his costume and then walked into the shower. She squeezed in with him, closing the door behind her. As the water started to pour down, the little sidekick picked up a cloth, lathered it up and, gasping softly, began to scrub. Danger Man grinned. He didn’t lift a finger, as her little fingers, rubbing through the cloth, eagerly worked over every inch of his body. The top of her pretty little blonde head came just level with his square chin, as she scrubbed the massive expanse of his chest. Then she knelt down and, gasping, did her best to keep her eyes off his enormous dangling unit as she cleaned his legs. Her best wasn’t very good. Finally she stood up and, leaning so close her large and shapely teen breasts did a second delightful scrubbing job upon his chest, scrubbed his neck, face, and chin.
Finally, only one thing was left. Cloth hanging limp by her side Flag Girl backed up and, breathing hard and a little fast, stared at it. The mere sight seemed to make the wobbling young heroine a little dazed. Danger Man watched, a tiny smirk upon his heroic lips.
“Do you want to scrub my penis?” he asked.
Flag Girl breathed deep. From the look upon her gorgeous young face, the lovely young beauty suspected she was dreaming. “Yes…” she finally said, softly.
“Go ahead,” he said.
Staring at his huge unit, she took one long last breath. The soapy rag dropped from her limp fingertips. Her quivering fingers slowly lifted up and, gently wrapped themselves around his gargantuan naked member.
“Oh, yessss…” the Geek sighed, as Flag Girl began to gently stroke his massive beast.
The little sidekick seemed oblivious, as she was too busy gaping downwards in awe at the sight of her own fingers sliding delicately up and down the great hero’s mammoth penis. Her breathing slowly increased in pace, as did her fingers rubbing at his dick. Her little palms, kept slick by the rushing waters, wrapped around him and pumped harder and harder upon his huge penis. As she did so, it grew and grew. The longer he grew, the faster she breathed, the more awed her pretty staring face became, the harder her delicate fingers squeezed and the faster they pumped.
“Oh, fuck yes…” Danger Man moaned, as soon he was getting a vigorous and yet tender hand-job, with both hands, from the awed and beautiful teen. “Oh, baby, you give the best… cleanings…”
Flag Girl blushed, slightly. It had long since become obvious, even within her pretty stupid head, that this was no longer about cleaning. Her lovely fingers quivered upon his meat… and then got even faster. Her lower hand still pumping, her upper one slowed and, awed, traced lightly around and around the massive flared head of his enormous penis. Then her upper hand returned to a swift pleasing rhythm while her lower hand slid down him, heel of her hand against his thick shaft, to gently cup and caress his enormous hanging balls. Finally, putting one hand upon his chest she flipped the other one over and, her fingers on his underside and her palm along the top, stroked him furiously from base to tip with long fast and insistently pleasurable strokes.
“Shiiiit…” the Geek gasped, through Danger Man’s lips. His eyes rolled with pleasure.
Flag Girl breathed deep. Her fast strokes slowed. Then she stepped closer within the tight shower, her own flat fertile belly pressing up against the base of his cock-head. She gasped softly… and then pressed him closer, his huge tip just below her delicate little navel. She looked back and forth between his huge cock, nuzzling at her fertile belly, and his eyes, her own wet and shining in awe. “I… I want you inside me…” she said softly, at last, her delicate hand keeping him cradled tight against her hot moist flesh.
Grinning, the Geek reached up over her gaping blonde head, turned the shower off, and pushed the door open. “Lead the way,” he said to her.
With her fingers clutched delicately and worshipfully around his giant penis, Flag Girl slowly used it to lead the mighty hero out of the shower. Her lovely young body moved with fawn-like grace, while her delicate fingers trembled upon the huge flesh-hose with which she led the hero’s massively muscled body behind her. Releasing his cock, with a soft gasp of awe she grabbed up a towel and swiftly toweled off her shapely jiggling body before him. Then, kneeling down at his feet, like a worshipful maiden before her god, she slowly began toweling him off as well. The entire time her fluffy towel moved upon his flesh his dick twitched eagerly in the cooling air, waiting. She gasped, staring at it… and, licking her lips, continued delicately scrubbing him dry.
Once he was dry, she stood. She squirmed softly, her gorgeous young face suddenly filled with trepidation. Then, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she reached down, and took his huge hand in hers. Turning, once more giving him a lovely view of her flawless round ass swaying with perfect grace with her steps, she guided him to her bed. Leaving him beside it she silently turned, crawled up onto it on all fours, and gaping back over her creamy bare shoulder. She licked her lips… and slowly spread her sleek and supple thighs wide. Between them her delicate pussy dripped and shone with moisture, looking just as wet as it had in the shower… even though the entire rest of her body was dry.
Reaching down between the sidekick’s legs, the Geek ran his thick callused new fingers through her twat. He found it supple and tight, and drooling with her oozing fluids. He slid a finger inside and stroked her, rubbing his fingertip against the front wall of her tight teen pussy.
“Oh, god-d-desss…” Flag Girl moaned, her voice and body quivering. Her gorgeous face craned around to look up at him over her shoulder, her big blue eyes blinking in silent pleading. Chuckling, Danger Man slid his fingers out of her and moved his moist tips up to clutch the fertile swell of her silky hips. He swung his hips forward, until the enormous tip of his schlong was pressed against her tight, quivering teen cunt.
Flag Girl’s breath quickened. “Please…” she whispered, softly. “Please… fuck me, Danger Man. Please… fuck me!”
“As you wish, young lady,” Danger Man’s voice boomed, and with a roar of pleasure like he was punching a demon’s head off he sent his mammoth member slamming deep up inside her cunt.
“OH! GODDDESSS!” Flag Girl screeched. Her whole body trembling, her head flew back, golden hair flashing, and gaped in awe at the ceiling.
For the next several minutes the Geek maintained a powerful rhythm up inside the little super-heroine’s snatch. The tight walls of her pussy worshiped him, molding tight to his veiny girth and squeezing adoringly as he pumped brutally inside them. After her initial outburst Flag Girl bit her lip and did her best to remain silent. She wasn’t sure just how sound-proof her walls were and didn’t want to be caught fucking the visiting hero. But despite her best efforts she could not remain entirely silent. Her entire body shaking and her eyes rolling inside her pretty little fucked-out head, the lovely teen slut let out an endless series of moans, squeals, and devastated gurgles, as the hero’s enormous schlong made mincemeat of all her previous notions of sexual pleasure.
So thoroughly was Flag Girl’s brain demolished by the Geek’s mammoth pumping new dick that it was only several minutes in that she opened her eyes and, gasping, noticed what had been right in front of her face the whole time. Jaw dropping low, and quivering in pleasure as yet another deep thrust sunk home, she gaped at the sight of her own skimpy white costume panties lying discarded upon her pillow. With a quivering hand she reached out, scooped them up, and held them before her face.
“What are these doing here?” she asked.
“Uh…” the Geek moaned. He tried to think, but his own brain was more than a little affected by the awesome pleasure he was drilling up out of her tight wet cunt, and he couldn’t come up with anything.
Flag Girl eyes flashed over to the open drawer to one side, then whirled back to look up at him. “Were you searching through my panty drawer?!” she asked, shocked.
The Geek groaned, still too in love with every second of ecstasy he was getting out of her pussy to think of anything else. “Yes…” he finally admitted.
“Danger Man was rifling through my underwear…” the little sidekick gasped, in disbelief, eyes returning to stare at her little panties. Her mouth hung open, quivering as his huge schlong continued to pound away deep inside her unprotected cunt. Then, with a gasp, she clutched her panties to her chest as a huge smile spread across her face. “D-danger Man was rifling through my bras and panties!” she squealed, with the same enthusiasm as she might have announced she had a date with the biggest teen idol on the planet. Her shapely young hips, which before had quivered in helpless awe at the size and brutality of what was being pounded up inside them, suddenly began to thrust back into his strokes with steadily increasing force. “Yes!” she moaned, voice rising into a squeal as his huge cock began to strike home with even greater force and power than before. “Fuck me, Danger Perv! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!!!” And, squealing, hips thrashing back against him furiously, the little teen sidekick exploded into a devastating, fluid-showering orgasm.
“Uh! Uh!” the Geek groaned, with Danger Man’s face. “Oh, shit!” The pleasure he was feeling coursing up and down his mammoth schlong was, by far, the best he had ever felt in his life. He felt a familiar surge, deep down an unfamiliarly large and exhilarated shaft. He gulped, trying to hold it, but by then it was too late. “Oh, shit! Here it comes!” he moaned and, seizing her luscious hips tight, he slammed in hard between them and erupted, unleashing gout after massive gout of his seed deep up inside her womb.
“Oh, Goddess! Oh, Goddess!” Flag Girl shrieked. “Give it to me!” she squealed. “Give it to me, Danger Perv! Give it to MEEEE!!!” The feel of his cum exploding inside her caused a second even more powerful orgasm to pound through her, before her wide-spread juice-spewing cunt had even stopped quivering from the first. Eyes rolling back in her head, the squealing teen slammed her hips hard up against his flesh and ground them furiously against his body, instinctively milking as much of his seed as possible deep inside her sleek and trembling body. Then, feeling the last spurt of cum into her pussy with a groan she collapsed forward and landed face first and belly down in the bed.
“Shit…” the Geek groaned, as his limpening cock slid out of Flag Girl’s pussy. Hot and wet she worshiped him to the last, her tender nether lips massaging even the last inch of his member as it slithered out… leaving an ocean of seed behind. “Shit…” he said again. His body still sang and pulsed with the aftershocks of the greatest ejaculation he’d ever had in his life. His head spun, and briefly felt light, at the fury with which he had climaxed inside her. He gaped at the shapely teen heroine’s recumbent body in shock. Then his head darted up and he saw, upon her console screen, the little blinking light that indicated his other penetrative stick had also finished unleashing its load and was ready to be collected. “Shit,” he said.
Taking advantage of Flag Girl’s face-down state, he leaped off the bed, darted over to the console, and retrieved his stick. He took just a moment to plug it into Danger Man’s wrist-mounted communicator (what Nightmare Witch’s spell had made of his own custom-designed smart watch), and, shrugging hastily back into his costume as the results scrolled across his screen, verified it had done its job. The heroines’ digital defenses were thoroughly mapped, but he saw that he would now need a higher-clearance heroine’s terminal to go deeper. He hastily stashed the un-plugged stick back inside one of his many pouches.
Then he looked up. Flag Girl was still lying face down in the bed, her lovely face turned the other way upon her pillow, her breath coming soft and heavy. She let out a tiny whimper, and her voluptuous, cum-leaking hips wiggled, her rotund little teen ass pointed right up at the ceiling.
Her panties lay to one side, having been tossed away in the midst of climax. Directly beside him, from her open panty drawer, dangled her trademark skirt and halter top.
The Geek smirked slightly. ‘Fuck it,’ he said softly. Bending down, the perverted villain hastily snatched up the young heroine’s skimpy costume, and stuffed it into one of his other innumerable pouches. Just as he was snapping it closed, Flag Girl began to moan and stir.
“Oh… goddess…” Flag Girl groaned, rising up slowly onto all fours upon her bed. Her whole body trembling upon its hands and knees, she lifted a hand up and clutched it to her belly and gasped. Then, sliding off a bed, she dashed to a full-length mirror upon one wall and stood in front of it. Reaching down between her legs she peeled her ravaged pussy lips apart. Her eyes stared wide, her young mouth open and trembling in shock, as a huge streamer of his pearly white cum drooled down from her unprotected inner depths and coated her trembling fingers.
“Uh… sorry about that…” Danger Man said, standing at the foot of her bed and watching sheepishly. “I tried to pull out before I came,” he lied, “but…I didn’t make it.”
“Sorry?!” Flag Girl gasped. Still holding open her drooling cunt, her pretty head whirled and gaped at him in surprise over her sculpted little shoulder. Her eyes were wide, and quivered in adoration. “Thank you!”
“Wh-what?” the Geek yelped, shocked. He had never seen a woman look pleased after sex with him before… let alone this.
“I just got impregnated by Danger Man!” Flag Girl squealed, tilting her pretty head backwards and grinning, thrilled.
‘Maybe…’ the Geek thought.
“I got impregnated by Danger Man!” Flag Girl repeated, her face bright with delighted awe. Suddenly, as he gasped in surprise, she hurtled towards him and threw her perfect shapely body at his feet. “Thank you, Danger Man,” she said, wrapping her arms around his startled muscular legs and hugging him close, her gorgeous young face shining with awe as her well-filled young hips wiggled delightedly back and forth. “Thank you for giving me this gift! Thank you! Thank you!”
“Uh… don’t mention it…” Danger Man’s voice murmured. ‘Just don’t try to return it…’ he thought.
“Thank you, Danger Man! Thank you!” the gorgeous blonde said again, gasping. And, craning her lovely head over, she began to press kiss after adoring quivering kiss onto his enormous teen-womb-impregnating penis.
“Oh, fuck…” the Geek moaned, as her sweet lips pressed to him again and again. He had never had a woman do this for him before. In no time, even after having just unleashed by far the largest cum-load he had ever shot in his life, his huge schlong began to grow once more. Flag Girl gasped in awe. As his cock grew once more she switched from kissing it to running her tongue delicately up and down its swelling veiny undersides, as her eyes gazed up at him adoringly. This did nothing to slow his rebirth at all.
“Let me do something to show my gratitude,” Flag Girl said, her eyes shining and her lips twisting up naughtily. And, before he could say anything, she had spread those same luscious lips wide and wrapped them eagerly around his penis.
“Oh, fuck!” the Geek groaned. His hands quivered to either side of her bobbing blonde head but he didn’t touch her. He didn’t need to. Without being forced, encouraged, or even asked, the shapely young teen began to furiously suck his schlong. “Shiiiit…” he muttered, eyes rolling in his head. The tight hot slurps of her worshipful young mouth felt nearly as good, if not better, than the tight squeeze of her pussy. Her tongue moved on him continuously, swirling and caressing reverently upon every veiny inch of his mammoth veiny schlong. His toes began to twitch, involuntarily, within his boots, with pleasure.
Suddenly, the door to one side whooshed open. “Flag Girl,” an imperious and adult female voice growled, as a pair of huge white-bra-straining breasts bounced their way through the doorway and into the room. “Come here a second I need you to – OH MY GODDESS!”
A foot into the room, as her eyes adjusted to the low light, Got Gal suddenly stopped dead with a loud gasp of shock as she finally beheld what was going on within. Her jaw dropped and her eyes spread wide. Flag Girl froze… her lips an inch from the base of Danger Man’s giant schlong. Her throat bulged visibly beneath her chin with his tremendous, veiny length. A huge blush exploded across her cheeks and her wide eyes trembled upwards, Got Gal’s hourglass curves reflected in their surfaces. The Geek gaped at the intruding heroine in stunned dismay.
‘Busted…’ he thought. For a brief instant, he instinctively tried to run. But Flag Girl’s lips and throat were wrapped tightly around all eighteen inches of his rock-hard cock, pulsing and squeezing tight around him - and rooting him in place in the most delightful yet unbreakable way any man could have ever imagined…