Our Story Thus Far: Nightmare Witch has transformed the Geek into a well-hung facsimile of the mighty hero Danger Man, for purposes of infiltrating the heroines’ base. So far, as part of his ‘inspection’ the ‘hero’ has spent most of the time exploring the pussies of Flag Girl, Got Chick, and Got Gal, and left each a deep gooey gift in exchange. Now, he finds himself in need of access to the heroines’ central mainframe… and discovers a huge-breasted way to get access. Send feedback to violatoremail@gmx.com.
Back in the heroines’ base, Danger Geek lowered his wrist and slowly looked around. Though he had a map, the twisting corridors had not yet gelled in his head. He turned his gaze this way and that, trying to get his bearings.
Then, a more pleasurable solution wobbled its way into view. Omega Woman, her ultra-buxom body jiggling inside his straining red and yellow bikini, and her lovely short-haired blonde head held high, came strutting down the corridor. “Hello, Danger Man,” she purred, stopping before him. Cocking a broad and fertile hip, she placed a hand upon it and smiled. “Can I help you?”
Not about to let a gift from heaven pass, the Geek smiled back… his eyes only making a few brief dips down to check out her tremendous ponderously-wobbling cleavage and the sleek and straining surface of her angular panties. “Yes,” he said. “I would like to inspect your…” the mainframe was too suspicious he suddenly thought, she might want to watch his inspection, “… training facilities,” he finished, smoothly. “Can you escort me?”
“Of course,” Omega Woman purred.
Gesturing, Danger Man invited her to lead the way, and then eagerly followed. As she walked, Omega Woman’s voluptuous derriere wiggled delightfully, almost hypnotically, back and forth directly before him, straining inside her taut and skimpy bikini bottom. Eyes shining with glee and dick twitching eagerly in his pants the Geek followed that voluptuous curvy ass down three flights of stairs and around a few bends and turns until it came out into a large gymnasium, filled with exercise equipment and dominated in its center by a large boxing ring. Eager to keep their faces fetchingly pretty while the famous hero visited rather than getting sweaty (at least, rather than getting sweaty on a mere machine), not a single super-heroine was using any of the equipment and other than Danger Man and Omega Woman the facility was empty.
And across one entire wall, looming over the gym, was a massive built-in server farm. The Geek gaped at it briefly, in awe. ‘Damn,’ he thought, marveling. ‘These sluts’ security sucks!’
“Interesting,” he said, strutting around and looking. Then he suddenly turned, and pointed. “What’s that one do?” he asked.
“This one,” Omega Woman said, surprised. Turning to follow his gaze, she bent over a bit, giving him yet another delectable view of her ass, and studied the machine he had pointed to. Then she stood back up, and gestured at it, frowning. “It’s a, uh, treadmill,” she said, confused.
“Ah, excellent!” the Geek said. The super-heroine’s lovely distraction had given him just the time he needed to back up, and swiftly, stealthily, slip his stick into an available and unprotected slot. Briefly, behind him, a galaxy of bright red warning lights suddenly exploded across the giant computer. But Omega Woman, still with her back to him and it, didn’t see… even as their twinkling lights were reflected in the sheer and curvy surface of her panty-clad ass. Then, seconds later, the warning lights flickered and then were squelched out as his stick, primed by its time studying the interiors of Flag Girl and Got Gal’s consoles, began to authoritatively assert its control.
‘Now,’ the Geek thought, studying the super-heroine’s backside with glee, ‘I just need to keep her distracted long enough for my stick to do its work, and for me to retrieve it.’
“Glad to help,” Omega Woman said, turning back to face him… a few seconds too late. She put a hand upon her hip and smiled up at him… only a slight crinkling of her eyes betraying her curiosity at his quite stupid question. “Now,” she cooed, leaning forward slightly, “is there anything else I can help you with?”
In an instant, as he watched her giant boobies wobble before him in their huge yet straining bra, the Geek had a perverted idea… and immediately went for it.
“Actually, yes there is,” he said. “You see, I appear to have misspoke. I didn’t want to check the quality of your facilities – though they appear passable. I wished to test the quality of your training. In there.”
He nodded up at the waiting ring.
Omega Woman twisted around at the waist, regarded the empty ring, and then turned around. She raised an eyebrow. “Really?” she asked. She lifted a hand and ran it down her voluptuous mighty body, as if inviting his eyes to follow. Which they did, eagerly. “Do I understand you properly?” she asked, unable to keep a little hint of eager enthusiasm out of her voice. “Danger Man wishes to spar with me?”
“Yes,” he said. “You game?”
She gaped up at him in surprise. Then, slowly, her gorgeous features twisted into an eager, sultry smirk. “Absolutely, I am,” she purred.
Jiggling spectacularly, the mighty heroine climbed up under the bottom rope and rose up into the ring. Danger Man followed, and stood opposite her. “We have no ref,” she pointed out, “so… first to fall or first to be put out loses?” she asked.
“Sure,” he said.
“Glad to hear it,” she purred, and charged. The Geek yelped. Before he knew what was happening the mighty heroine had seized him by his muscular belly and hoisted him off his feet. She slammed him to the mat and then stood over him, put her hands on her hips, and smirked. “I win,” she said. Then her eyes grew, as she gaped in amazement. “I… I beat Danger Man!” she said, astonished at her success despite herself.
The Geek lay at her feet for a few seconds, stunned. Used to possessing only a normal human body, and a fairly shrimpy one at that, the speed and power of a super-duel had taken him completely by surprise. ‘Shit’ he realized, suddenly. ‘This might expose me…’ He thought fast.
“How… how did I beat Danger Man?!” the awed heroine said, still lost in the shock of her own victory.
“You didn’t,” he said, standing up before her. He folded his massive arms over his chest, and smirked. “There was nothing on the line, and nothing to gain. So all you did, Omega Woman, was give me information on your style… and get nothing in return.”
“Oh,” she said, shocked. She put a hand upon her panties, as if feeling an uncomfortable tingle down inside to be so easily tricked. “I… I see…”
“Let this be a lesson to you, Omega Woman,” he said.
“So does that mean you want to put something on the line?” she asked.
Eyes darting down to her body, he breathed deep. ‘Fuck yes,’ he thought. But, though his physical ones had grown huge he still lacked the metaphorical balls to ask for what he really wanted. “You have anything in mind?” he asked, instead.
Fortunately, Omega Woman was far ahead of him. Squirming, the gorgeous heroine could not help herself. Slowly, her eyes dropped down and gaped in awe at the mighty hero’s massive body. Then they slid lower and quivered in disbelief at the sight of his mammoth, obscenely serpentine bulge. She breathed deep, then quickly tore her eyes off it and brought them back up his face.
“My… my costume against yours?” the mighty heroine finally asked. And, to demonstrate, she hooked a thumb in her skimpy panty and pulled it, briefly, away from her sleek and voluptuous flesh.
“If you insist” the mighty hero purred, smirking back at her. He grinned. “Now come at me.”
Gasping, the powerful heroine promptly did so. Surging forward she did what had worked before, putting a hand on his belly and preparing to hurl him from his feet. But this time the Geek, better prepared, remembered to actually use Danger Man’s powers. Standing fast, he seized her instead. Omega Woman squawked and wiggled like a helpless schoolgirl as her buxom curves were lifted bodily from the mat, then cried out in shock as he slammed her to her back. This time it was her turn to lie at his feet, wiggling and gasping in shock. Then, slowly, groaning, she rose up onto her knees, got to her feet, and stood breathless before him.
“I won,” he said.
“You… you did,” she admitted. Reaching up to her breasts, she slowly tugged her huge bra up and off her giant rack. Her enormous jugs promptly spilled out and wobbled, naked and pneumatic, before him. With a gasp she tugged the bra off over her pretty head and then, holding it out beside her, let it drop to the mat. “Best of three?” she asked.
He leered at her tiny panties. “Absolutely,” he said.
But this time, when the topless heroine rushed at him, her naked boobies jiggling, she didn’t follow the same script. Anticipating a delightful collision between his chest and her boobs the Geek gasped as she instead dove, and went for his feet. She jerked them out from under him and then, putting a hand on his chest, slammed him to the ground.
Standing over him, even with her huge bare boobies jiggling violently, Omega Woman put her hand upon her securely still-pantied hips and smirked. “Maybe you’re just not that good, Danger Man,” she purred.
“We’ll see,” he said. Standing up, he peeled off his shirt. Hand still upon her buxom fertile hip, Omega Woman’s jaw dropped and she gaped in awe, despite herself, for a few seconds as she took in his shirtless chest.
“Last one?” she said. One finger slid down and traced, nervously, over the sleek front of her imperiled panties.
“Sure,” he said.
She charged again. But this time, feeling Danger Man’s reflexes as well as his strength, the Geek darted to meet her. She jerked back, gasping, before he could catch her. The two caught their breath and then circled for several seconds, repeatedly springing in and out. Finally, the Geek let his eyes get distracted by his opponent’s giant wobbling boobies and Omega Woman took advantage, lunging in while his guard was down. He managed to recover in time, and ended up locking hands with her. The two jerked back and forth in the center of the ring a few times. Then the Geek, not yet used to the powers of his new body, surged to one side but failed to recover. He went to the mat, and took her with him.
They rolled over and over each other, and came to rest with her on top. She struggled, wildly, her huge tits rubbing all over his bare chest. Her arms surged, but so did his, keeping themselves off the mat
“Is… is this all you got?” she hissed, glaring down into his face.
“No,” he said. And, before she could react his head darted upwards and, as her eyes spread wide, kissed her. Omega Woman moaned, wide eyes quivering over her trembling, plundered lips. Then, before she could recover from her shock, he suddenly flipped her over and slammed both of her shocked wrists effortlessly to the mat. Smirking, he gave the stunned beauty a little more tongue. Then he pulled back, and grinned down into her gorgeous gaping face. “You lose,” he said.
He couldn’t resist. Ducking his head back he stole from the squirming heroin one last swift, whimper-inducing kiss. Then he pushed off her and stood up. Slowly Omega Woman got up and stood before him.
“Do you acknowledge your defeat, heroine?” he asked, smugly, folding his arms over his chest.
“Yes,” she admitted softly. She squirmed, her hands rubbing nervously over her sculpted and shapely ass.
“Then you know what you got to do,” he purred.
Omega Woman gasped. Then, slowly, blushing, she bent low before him. Danger Man smirked, dick twitching eagerly in his shorts, as he watched her hands slide back onto her fertile swollen hips, and her thumbs slip reluctantly into the hips of her panties. Slowly, Omega Woman drew the seat of her panties away from her voluptuously rounded ass, and lowered it down onto her thighs. She squirmed, whimpering slightly, but kept stripping, slowly dropping the panties down her mighty thighs and then slipping them down her booted calves. Finally, slipping them over her feet, she stood up and let them dangle from a single finger. She gasped softly, staring at them. Then, looking up at him, her blush deepened. With one last little quiver of her open lips, and one last shimmer of her wide-blinking eyes, she let them drop.
Danger Man stood tall and smirked, eyes openly sliding up and down, admiring the view.
“You’re naked,” he said, finally.
“Yes,” she said, squirming nervously before him, both her tits and pussy on display. “I am…”
His eyes, tearing away from her sumptuous bare flesh, darted quickly to the computer. It still needed more time. ‘Thank God…’ he thought. “You’re sweaty,” he said.
She gasped, her bare body jiggling delicately before him. “So… so are you,” she observed, eyes eating up his bare chest. Her eyes darted down to his huge member, and she licked her lips, then quickly brought them back up to his pecs.
“Shower?” he asked, extending a hand.
She breathed deep. Then she smiled. Reaching out, she took it, fingers curling around his. “Sure,” she purred. Taking his hand she turned and led him from the ring, across the floor, through the all-female locker room and into a large adjacent shower. Kneeling down, Omega Woman gasped in awe as she stripped off the rest of the hero’s clothes, her jaw dropping in particular disbelief as she finally got a look at his naked penis. But, she managed to remain relatively professional as she stood back up and got the showers running.
“Clean me?” the Geek asked. ‘It worked the first time’ he thought, smirking slightly.
Turns out it worked the second time too. Looking down at his body through swirling steam, Omega Woman shivered and licked her lips. “Sure,” she said. Coming forward, with lathered cloth she spread her fingers and began to stroke his chest. Danger Man looked on, smirking. Eyes glued to his chest, gorgeous Omega Woman gasped softly, and continued scrubbing. Then, she knelt down and did the same to his long legs. Her lips quivered, eyes no longer able to help themselves - as she scrubbed his legs, she stared right at the hero’s huge dick, gasping in awe.
Finally, she dropped the cloth, and stood up. No longer able to resist, Omega Woman reached out, and wrapped both hands around the hero’s huge cock. After her services it was already rock hard. Clutching it tight in both palms, she shuttled her hands up and down his massive length, reverently, as the warm waters rushed around them.
Danger Man gasped with pleasure, and smirked down into the gorgeous heroine’s face. “Something on your mind?” he asked.
“Yes…” Omega Woman whispered. Eyes glittering up at him, one of her hands dropped down to gently cup his enormous balls, while the other rose up to trace her fingers, lightly, around the enormous flared head of his penis. “To the victor,” she whispered, “go the spoi-“
“OH! Great Justice!” another female voice suddenly cried, startled.
Both the mighty hero and the buxom heroine caressing his penis suddenly whirled, and gaped in shock. Standing in the entrance to the shower, her gorgeous tiara-crowned face staring back in equally stunned surprise, stood Alpha Woman. Her skimpy patriotic costume arced precariously across her supple, incredibly buxom flesh. In moments her nipples emerged, poking through the cups of her tiny top.
“Oh! Goddess!” Omega Woman gasped, in shock. Yet, unable to help herself, her fingers continued to gently caress Danger Man’s giant twitching penis, worshipfully. Alpha Woman’s eyes dropped to watch, and got a little wider, a tiny quiver running through her shapely barely-covered body.
It was Omega Woman who recovered her powers of speech first. “Al-alpha Woman!” the buxom blonde gasped, still quivering in shock. She blushed deeply to be caught… even as her fingers tenderly stroked up and down the immense heroic shaft they were holding. “You… you won’t tell Americana about this. Will you?”
Alpha Woman breathed deep. Then, slowly, a smirk spread across her gorgeous tiara-crowned face. “Of course not,” the redheaded super-MILF cooed. “On one condition.” And, hooking her thumbs under the straps of her little costume, she hoisted it off her shoulders and pulled it down. Freed of its precarious perch it settled down into a dainty little heap upon the floor, leaving the buxom redhead’s body completely naked.
Omega Woman gasped. Her hands trembled upon the huge penis she had thought to have all to herself. But her delicate gloved fingers continued, gently, to stroke him. Slowly her gorgeous face turned, and gaped up at Danger Man himself.
“Are… are you willing?” Omega Woman asked, softly.
With both beautiful heroines’ eyes fixed upon him, Danger Man breathed deep. His dick, caressed by Omega Woman’s fingers, suddenly twitched wildly. Slowly, a huge and eager smirk spread across his square jawed face.
A little while later, in the control room, Flag Girl suddenly yelped and hastily tabbed away as she heard another set of footsteps approach. But she sighed with relief as, instead of her mistress, there instead wobbled into view the shapely dusky form of her fellow sidekick, Got Chic.
“Hey,” Flag Girl said up to her comrade in teen heroine-dom. She blushed slightly. She still had one hand down between her legs.
“Hey,” Got Chic said, softly. Coming to stand over her sister heroine, she put both hands upon her hips. Besides her mask, heels, and gloves, she was naked. Flag Girl’s eyes could not help but dart down, and gasped softly at the gallons of sticky white cum that still poured from the dark-skinned beauty’s ravaged lower lips.
“You fucked Danger Man, too?” Flag Girl asked. She knew, of course. She had watched it, live, usually with both hands working away eagerly between her legs. But it seemed the easiest way to broach the subject.
Got Chic breathed deep, and licked her lips. “Yes,” she said, softly. Her voluptuous hips wiggled. “Did you find it…”
“Devastating?” Flag Girl asked. Her own cum-filled hips wiggled a bit upon her steel chair. “Yes.”
“My mistress is busy playing with herself,” Got Chic said. Her hips wiggled again. “I…uh… had to leave.”
“I know,” Flag Girl replied. She had access to that live footage too – and to demonstrate, tabbed over to it. Though it was still muted, the image of Got Gal’s buxom form writhing upon her bed filled the screen. Screaming out something, beautiful head thrashing, the gorgeous heroine was slamming a large ivory-colored dildo in and out of her ravaged pussy as hard and fast as she possibly could. But, based on the expression upon her whimpering, frustrated face, she could reproduce neither the force nor the skill she had received from Danger Man, and now clearly desperately wanted more of.
Got Chic gaped at the screen in shock. Then, slowly, she sank her own leaking buxom hips down into the seat beside Flag Girl’s.
“So,” she asked, “What is Danger Man getting up to, now?”
“Danger Man?” Flag Girl said. “Well, last time I checked, he was still getting up into Alpha Woman.”
She tabbed back to the original stream she had been watching, when Got Chic first came in. The dark-skinned sidekick’s jaw dropped, and she gaped at the screen in awe.
For upon the screen she instantly witnessed Danger Man’s mighty muscular torso slam up against Alpha Woman, hard. The latter’s buxom body, crushed up against the wall of the shower, wriggled and squealed as his huge penis slammed up inside her buxom hips. Juices squirted from her ravaged pussy that had nothing to do with the roaring showers.
Hesitantly, Flag Girl reached out a single trembling finger and turned up the volume slightly. Alpha Woman’s voice soon echoed through the speakers, faintly, yet rising and falling in what were obviously near-deafening screams as her heroic paramour pounded in deep again and again and again.
“Oh, GOD! OH GOD!” the wide-eyed redhead squealed, clinging onto the rampaging hero’s body for dear life, as he nearly literally fucked her brains out. “SO BIG! Oh, GOD! DANGER MAN! You’re so… BIGGGG!!!!”
Eyes rolling up in her head, Alpha Woman squealed and shook in his arms as she came. Judging by the stunned and bedraggled look upon her gorgeous masked face, and the sweaty red hair hanging matted to either side of it, it was far from the first that Danger Man’s mammoth rampant penis had inflicted on her.
Meanwhile, Omega Woman stood to one side and clung tight to Danger Man’s body. Stroking his violently thrusting shoulders, she gaped down in awe at the sight of his tremendous penis rampaging mercilessly in and out of her comrade’s straining, naturally red-headed cunt. Sighing, she closed her eyes and, leaning in close, pressed a few worshipful kisses onto the side of his thick, grunting neck. Then, drawing back, she resumed stroking him and watching, in awe. She twisted her torso back and forth, rubbing her huge boobies delicately against his flesh, as if silently reminding him that a second buxom body was also waiting, patiently, for his service.
“My… my god…” Got Chic whispered. Her gloved hand went to her flat, shapely belly, and trembled upon it. Then she slowly caressed lower and, like Flag Girl, slid her long fingers down between her thighs. Biting their lips, whimpering, the two sidekicks sat side by side, shapely hips squirming upon their seats, and played with their cum-laden pussies as they watched Danger Man’s giant cock pound brutally into yet another heroine.
Finally, exulting in the feel of Alpha Woman’s tight and sopping pussy clinging tight around him, Danger Man roared with almost bestial release and slammed in until she encased him up to his balls. “Oh! Goddessss!!!” Alpha Woman cried and, head slamming back until her face was looking straight up the shower wall, gaped in awe as she felt a tremendous volume of heroic semen blasting deep up inside her. Upon the screen showers of sticky white seed burst from her overloaded cunt and showered to the tile floor. Whimpering and gasping in awe both sidekicks leaned forward, their fingers pumping faster inside their own hero-tenderized teen cunts.
Keeping a tight grip on Alpha Woman’s wiggling, spread thighs, Danger Man grunted like a monster as he thrust in several more times, delivering more and more of his seed into her broad and fertile womb. Then, finally, he released her. Eyes lost and chin hanging agape, Alpha Woman slowly slid down the wall and came to rest at his feet. Her powerful legs, spread wide, twitched slightly. Her head, propped against the wall, stared blankly in stunned disbelief, as if the mighty hero had literally fucked her brains out.
“My goodness…” Omega Woman gasped, staring down in shock at what little remained of her buxom comrade. Then she turned her eyes up, and gaped at Danger Man’s face in awe. “What… what a stud…” she whispered. Going up on tiptoe, she pressed a kiss to his chin, while her hand reached down and began to stroke his long, limp, Alpha-juice slathered penis. Under her delicate strokes the immense and superhuman member was soon twitching and growing upwards again. Omega Woman turned her head down and gasped in awe… then, switching her hand to cup it from below, stroked his vast veiny underside vigorously until he was once more at his full and heroine-ruining length.
“My… my god…” Omega Woman whispered. Her pretty face gaped up at him in awe, even as a single finger slowly traced, in disbelieving worship, around his immense and rock-hard, spearhead-shaped glans.
Saying nothing, Danger Man turned and looked at her. Looking back up, her eyes blinked wide. Her deep breathing caused her enormous naked breasts to caress, gently, against his chest. Turning, he put a hand upon her shoulder. Her breathing quickened.
Saying nothing, Danger Man slowly pushed Omega Woman back until she was pressed against the opposite wall. Panting softly, Omega Woman did not resist, but merely bit her lip and whimpered slightly as he put her back up against the wall. Reaching down, he cupped his hands around her ample ass and lifted her up and into position. Sighing, she twined her arms about his neck, pulling him close, while her legs lifted and coiled about his waist. His huge rock-hard penis nudged up into position, pressed to her tender leaking gates, and the mighty heroine trembled and let out a tiny, anticipatory whimper.
“You ready for this, baby?” he asked, leering down into her gorgeous face.
Omega Woman breathed deep. “To the victor,” she whispered, pulling his head down to her, her eyes half-lidded. “Go the spoils.” Then she kissed him.
He grinned. In mid-kiss, he suddenly entered her. His enormous cock-head slowly spread her pussy lips wide and then vanished up inside them, his immense veiny shaft slowly sliding in behind. Omega Woman whimpered. A shudder trembled through her buxom body. Finally, unable to help herself, she pulled back from the kiss. “Oh… Goddess…” she gasped, her eyes going wider and wider as his huge cock sank deeper and deeper. Then her head suddenly slammed backwards, as a gape of pure awe appeared upon her face. “OH, GODDESSS!!!” she squealed.
“She can’t hear you,” Danger Man teased, groping the heroine’s spectacularly buxom body as he fucked her. “You should worship me, instead.”
Then, he set about forcing her to do exactly that, as he slammed his massive cock brutally in and out of her again and again and again. Omega Woman shuddered and screamed, her face washing straight through awe into something entirely else again.
Gasping heavily, both sidekicks whimpered, and mirrored the action of Danger Man’s massive penis by thrusting their own fingers furiously in and out of their tight, leaking cunts.
“Oh, Goddess…” Flag Girl whimpered, gaping in awe as, before her very eyes, the proud heroine who had once been known as Omega Woman got sexually and psychologically demolished by the mammoth cock brutally pumping in and out of her pussy.
“What… what a stud!” Got Chic moaned, shaking, as her finger did its inadequate best to recreate the devastation that same cock had just wreaked inside her own pussy.
Shivering, gasping in awe, the two sidekicks squirmed and watched raptly, as the visiting hero continued brutally fucking his latest heroinely conquest.
Sometime later, the Geek grinned and slowly pulled his shirt back on over his massive torso.
“Well, it’s been fun ladies,” he purred, as he pulled the shirt down to cover his six-pack abs. “But I gotta go. You know how it is.”
Before him, the interior of the shower looked like a scene from a horror movie. The walls were splattered from one end to the other with his cum. The bodies of his two latest partners lay sprawled across the floor, their curvy torsos propped up against the walls. Their heads were next to each other. Their mighty arms hung limp by their sides, their gloved hands open and twitching, slightly. Their long legs were sprawled out to either side, so wide that one of Alpha Woman’s boots was resting atop Omega Woman’s ankles. Between their splayed thighs their pussies, gaping like plundered caverns, disgorged drooling rivers of triumphant Geek cum. Their jaws, hanging open, did likewise. Their eyes, gaping into the distance, appeared dead and lifeless.
Feeling as fresh as the day he was born, the Geek strolled up and stood over them, smirking.
“You enjoy getting a real fuck for once, super-ladies?” he asked.
The question finally caused both heroines to stir, and to whimper slightly. Squirming, they slowly turned their eyes up and looked up at him from within their gorgeous, exhausted faces. Then, blushing behind their masks, both beauties slowly nodded.
“Yes…” Alpha Woman sighed. Extending her tongue she licked a little of his cum off her lips, and brought it with pleasure back between her luscious, cock-abuse-bruised mouth.
“Thank you,” Omega Woman whispered.
“Don’t mention it, ladies,” the Geek purred. “Oh, and by the way. I’m keeping this.” Bending down, he picked up Alpha Woman’s skimpy costume. As both beauties watched, gasping softly and blushing, he stuffed the tiny garment down yet another of his endless pouches. “And yours too, Omega Slut. You ladies got a problem with that?”
They breathed deep, and then, blushes deepening, slowly, shook their heads no.
“It’s yours,” Omega Woman said, softly.
“To the victor,” Alpha Woman sighed, wearily. Her jaw, exhausted from its several attempts to suck his pussy-breaker of a cock, did not bother to finish the phrase.
“Good,” Danger Man said, snapping the pouch closed. “Cause I was taking them anyways. You ladies have fun without me, hear?” With one last leer, he waved goodbye and strutted for the door.
Breathing heavily, Alpha Woman and Omega Woman watched their conqueror go. Then, slowly they turned their beautiful heads and looked at one another. Their blushes deepening, each turned her eyes down to the other’s cum-stained lips. They whimpered, squirming softly. But in the end, neither could disobey their mutual paramour’s last command. Blushes deepening, both heroines leaned their gorgeous heads together and sighing, tenderly, shared a lingering lesbian kiss.