Our Story Thus Far: Nightmare Witch has transformed the Geek into the likeness of the mighty hero Danger Man, and sent him into the heroines’ base to infiltrate their systems. He has done so, very successfully, both into their computers and their bodies. Several of his previous conquests sit naked in the control room, playing with themselves as they watch. Ms. Americana, meanwhile, busy scrubbing the floors on her hands and knees at the direction of the visiting ‘hero’, remains furiously and pneumatically oblivious to what is happening all around her... for the moment.
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Slowly, one by one, one naked beauty after another slunk into the control room of the Thunder Eagles’ base. Slowly, one by one, one rounded bottom after another dropped down to shiver upon the cold metal seats before the long bank of security terminals – none of which were being used to monitor security. One by one, starting with the sidekicks, and then Omega Woman, then Got Gal, and then Green Specter, one heroine after another became engrossed in the unfolding show. Their pretty masked faces stared agape into the screens, gasping softly in awe. And, one by one, their long proudly-gloved fingers slid down between their mighty naked thighs, slipped up high to their very apex and, as their upper lips opened and panted in passion, began to work furiously between their lower ones. Side monitors played out continuously footage of his various previous conquests, while the larger central ones were devoted to live footage only of the hero's prowling depredations. Alpha Woman, Got Chic and Flag Girl had already firmly parked themselves before these, and the other busty beauties had to lean, press, or crane their gorgeous faces in order to get a peek.
In this fashion they watched, eyes wide and fingers playing dexterously in their cum-drenched pussies, a half-dozen noble heroines came to watch, transfixed, the dark interior of Jungle Babe’s room. The mighty and busty jungle heroine, having exhausted herself in her haste to fulfill her chores, lay sprawled upon her bed, getting some much needed beauty sleep. Her gorgeous blonde head lay upon one side, her sweet lips sighing softly with slumber. Her huge tits rose and fall, straining at their overloaded fur cups, with each deep slumbering breath.
And as the heroines watched, breathless, the vast hulking form of Danger Man entered, silently. He tiptoed across the room, until he came to stand just beside her bed. For a moment he stood still over her, observing her shapely slumbering form. Then he reached down, chortled softly… and took hold of the tiny knot that held together her bikini top, between her enormous breasts.
In the control room, the observing heroines took a deep collective breath. Their eyes widened, and their fingers began to slide more furiously in their cum-drooling pussies. But, though their buxom bottoms wiggled furiously upon their seats, not a single one of the erstwhile champions seemed, for a moment, to consider trying to intervene and stop him…as his fingers slowly pulled the knot of Jungle Babe's bra out. Finally, it unraveled. The vast fur cups settled to either side... revealing her huge, natural, delicately jiggling hooters.
Danger Man chuckled, enjoying the show. Then, slowly, his fingers traced down her sleek curves, hovering just above her unsuspecting silky flesh. Finally, he arrived at the only other part of her bikini costume that still lay on her body.
First on the side facing him, the Geek slowly pulled the knot of Jungle Babe’s panties, which lay nestled high atop her sleek and rounded hip. At last it came undone. He let the long cord drop, and it and its partner drooped down onto her bed, while the tiny scrap of fur, which had been pulled taut as a drum across her shapely flesh, suddenly went loose. Leaning across her, licking his lips, he eagerly seized the second knot and slowly pulled it as well. The tiny panties trembled as they were undone. Then the second knot uncoiled itself. Before his eyes, the triangular scrap of fur slid down, pooled at the very apex of her muscular thighs, and then flopped away down onto the bed… exposing to him her glistening, blonde-bush-framed pussy. Reaching down, he tugged the tiny panty out from under her buns and lifted it up. It twirled from his gloating fingers, before his chest, the undone straps dangling a foot below the tiny triangle of blonde fur.
Suddenly, with a soft gasp, Jungle Babe woke. Feeling the waft of cold air upon her cunt, the mighty blonde heroine spread her blue eyes wide… and gaped up at the looming ‘hero’ in shock. Her eyes darted down… and spread wide as she saw her panties, dangling from his clutches. Then they shot back up to his face.
Her full and luscious red lips stretched thin, and quivered in a sultry snarl.
“Oh… you… you pervert!" she whispered.
Suddenly her slender yet muscular arm shot up, and wrapped around the hero’s shoulders. Seizing him by the scruff of his thick neck, she yanked the massive yet unresisting male down to her. Pressing her luscious lips to his, she sent her tongue plunging down into his throat, massaging his eagerly.
“Oooooh,” the swarm of busty naked heroines in the control room all said, at once. Eyes wide, they leaned forward,e eagerly – until the wall of their vast wobbling breasts were all swaying within an inch of the cold steel counter. Hips wiggling upon their steel seats, their fingers began to pump with industrial abandon as, from the fascinating screens, the moans and wet poundings slurps of Jungle Babe’s cunt getting savaged soon emerged.
After a long while, the Geek stood up, stretched, and groaned. Pulling his trunks up over his huge and briefly limp member, he looked down, and grinned. Before him lay the sprawled and wrecked form of yet another super-heroine. Her delicate pussy gaped wide open, his cum pouring out of it like a pearly waterfall in a blonde jungle glade. Upon her gorgeous face her eyes were rolled back, but glazed… the rise and fall of her huge breasts the only sign of life from her body.
“Don’t worry, babe,” he purred. “It was good for me too.” Leaning down, he tweaked one of her big hard nipples. Jungle Babe whimpered, and the tiniest of squirms ran through her. Other than that, she gave no response.
Chuckling, the Geek stood back up, and surveyed her domain. Like the others, she had a sleek computer terminal. But considering that his existing penetrations of the heroines’ systems had already revealed the airheaded blonde’s password to be ‘password’ and her bank PIN number to be 1234, stored in plain text, he saw little point in trying to plunge further there. Instead, a better idea entered his evil head as he pulled out a flap on his bandolier, looked down, and observed that Jungle Babe’s fur bra and tiny panties, combined, barely filled a third of the leather pouch into which he had tossed them. Leering eagerly, he made straight for the busty bitch’s drawers. “Might as well complete the set while I’m here,” he purred, as he eagerly pulled them open.
But he grunted in surprise as, instead of the array of skimpy spare bikinis he’d expected inside, he found Jungle Babe’s drawers almost entirely empty. One, in her nightstand, opened to reveal the now well-expected collection of dildos, lubricant, and vibrating toys the heroines used to try and convince themselves, nightly, that they didn’t need someone the likes of Danger Geek to pound the frustrations out of their pussies. But all the others were so bare, he half expected a fly to come buzzing out like on a comic book panel.
“Hmmm…” he said. Standing up, he tapped a finger to his chin. “Suspicious.” Turning his head, he looked down at Jungle Babe – who, having surrendered entirely to her deeply satisfied post-coital exhaustion, squirmed and sighed softly in the midst of blissfully oblivious fucked-out slumber. Another glop of his sticky semen flowed out of her quivering cunt, as her gorgeous face shifted, twisted upon her pillow, and let out a tiny sleeping sigh. “It doesn’t seem credible,” the Geek muttered to himself, while observing Jungle Babe’s body caused his super-human member to once more begin to swell within his trunks. “A haughty bitch like this should have at least a dozen spare outfits, to throw upon her curves at a moment’s need…”
Curious, he raised his wrist computer and went, digitally, to investigate. It did not take long. He soon discovered, to his delight, the truth. The heroines, being heroines – in other words, being the sorts of vain and haughty bitches who immaculately maintained their bodies and then went strutting forth in skimpy bikinis to punch criminals in the face – had both a thoroughly automated laundry (so that none of them had to demean herself by scrubbing her own costume), and a digital interface to manage and control it. An interface that, frankly, showed far more thought and attention than had the systems designed to prevent his internal rape of their security.
Scrolling up and down this interface the Geek soon discovered, to his delight, that each and every heroine had surrendered each and every spare iteration of her costume, save one – the one she wore – to the laundry. He swiftly suspected why – and a brief perusal of stored security camera footage confirmed his suspicion. Upon learning of his eminent arrival each and every heroine had made a beeline for her quarters and, once there, turning and posing in her mirror, had proceeded to try on each and every variant of her costume she had available. Selecting her favorite – invariably the skimpiest, sexiest, and most revealing combination of bra and panty into which she could manage to squeeze her voluptuous curves into - all the rest, regardless of need, had been discarded into their automated hampers before the sexy heroines had scampered pneumatically back to the control room to resume their watch. The automated cleaning system, true to its nature, had promptly slurped the immense excess of heroine bras and panties down… and was currently still choking on them.
So it was that, as he examined the screen the Geek saw that every single spare super-bikini in the entire base was swirling metaphorically before him in the overloaded wash. And, he swiftly discovered, if he pressed a particular button, he could literally watch them slosh and swirl before him, through a windowed viewer. He watched for a few seconds as a vast array of giant bras and tiny heroine panties swept before him on his little wrist computer. One of Americana’s trademark bikini bottoms swirled before the window one second, followed by one of Omega Woman’s bras the next, and then one of Shield’s spare leotards a moment later – all surrounded by a sea of churning foam.
As he watched the heroines’ bras and panties swirl, a dark idea suddenly entered the Geek’s handsome-hero-encased brain. A smirk spread across his lips. Backing out of the live footage, he went to check if it was even possible. It was. He paused for just a second, considering. The virtual button to activate his evil will hung before him, waiting patiently. His huge beast pulsed in his shorts, showings its agreement with the idea. “Fuck it,” he purred, and pressed the button. Hard.
Upon the control panel of the Thunder Eagles’ base, somehow, through the layers and layers of domination the Geek had spewed into their systems, a tiny alarm message broke up through the viral mire and blinked upon the screen.
In the meantime the squirming naked heroines had grown impatient with the lack of visual stimulation as they slid their fingers in their slick pussies. With glistening fingers and little objection, Flag Girl had relegated the live video of their beloved hunky paramour to the side screens, and brought back recorded footage of his previous deep-pumping conquests upon the main event. So when the urgent flashing warning popped up and began to blink, it did so over recorded video of Got Gal getting nailed, while her dusky sidekick lapped and suckled at his immense swaying balls. The two heroines themselves, having been panting and whimpering on the edge of release as they watched the footage, gasped in dismay as the message sprung up before them. Without even bothering to read it Got Gal slurped her shaking hand out from between her mighty thighs, tabbed it back behind the video window and, alarm safely dealt with, dove her hands back to their rightful slimy duties. Moments later the Geek’s insidious invaders, catching up with the offending attempt at defense, clubbed it over the back of its virtual head and dragged it back into the digital depths.
So it was that, without a single heroine being the wiser, an emergency shunt that never should have opened was opened. The Geek cackled as he watched all the heroines’ skimpy spare costumes get sucked up and into a tumbling chute and then go pouring out into the furnace. In seconds all their scanty silks and spandex had been reduced to so much ash. The Geek’s laughter doubled in intensity. At a stroke he had reduced every heroine to a single costume… which meant that the only version of each heroine’s bikini still in existence either lay within his greedy pouches, or still jiggling about upon the voluptuous curves they so inadequately contained.
Completely unaware that they had now been condemned to try to slink and creep out of their own base completely in the nude, the hoodwinked curvy champions in the control center leaned in closer to their screens… and, fingers pumping furiously, moaned in awe.
Still chortling softly, the Geek emerged at last from slumbering Jungle Babe’s room… and nearly bumped, pec-to-breast, into the busty and dusky form of Lady Midnight.
“Hello, Danger Man,” the saucy black heroine purred. Her gorgeous dark eyes showed only the tiniest flicker of suspicion at Jungle Babe’s door, as it quietly closed behind the massive hero’s back. Pushing her jealous notions from her mind, she put her hands on her buxom purple-clad hips and gave him a big, sultry smile. “May I help you?” she asked.
The Geek looked her up her down. He carefully studied her face and body language, picking up a few little clues – the sharpness of her panting breath, the way her hands quivered as the slid back to fold tight against her staggeringly rounded ass – that he would not have noticed before. Slowly, he smirked. “Yes,” he said. “There is. Would it please you to give me a tour of your quarters?” he asked.
Lady Midnight gasped softly. She could not help herself, and for just a second her eyes darted downwards, and then back to his face. Then, hips wiggling back and forth, her smirk slowly broadened. “Why, yes,” she cooed, eyes flashing. “It would…”
Within five minutes of getting inside her living quarters, the Geek was making a thorough exploration of Lady Midnight’s hindquarters.
“OH! Oh! Oh, YES!” the gorgeous black heroine squealed, head shaking in awe, as his mammoth cock ravaged her tightly puckered asshole. Her staggering buns caressed and quivered against him, as he thoroughly pounded her rear entrance. “Oh, YES! Ungh!” She grit her teeth, staring up over her shoulder in awe. “F-fuck! H-harder! Oh… oh GAAAWD it’s so BIGGG!”
A while later, Lady Midnight lay face down upon her bed, her magnificent backside lifted up high. Between her staggering buttocks, twin streamers of glistening semen drooled down from her gaping ass and her ravaged pussy. Over by her computer, the Geek smirked as he finished downloading a huge number of sealed case files off her private computer. “Thank you, D.A. Greer,” he purred, looking over at his latest lover’s unconscious lovely form. “These will help a lot in my… investigations.” Then, whistling, he made for the door, while pushing the dusky attorney’s purple costume down into yet another of his pouches.
But the Geek had grown overconfident, and miscalculated. As he emerged from Lady Midnight’s door he found himself face to face with the sauntering busty form of Texas Star… his hand still in the midst of tucking Lady Midnight’s costume into its new resting place. The blonde saw it, and gasped, her top-heavy cowgirl-hatted body skidding to a halt atop her fringed boots.
“What are you doin’ with that costume?” the heroine asked – her own skimpy Texas Flag themed bikini straining to contain her immense hooters and her epic ass.
Caught in the act, the Geek’s worst instincts returned. “Nothing,” he said, and hastily shoved the costume as deep into the pouch as he could.
Texas Star’s eyes narrowed. “Now, you ain’t going Commander Paste on us, are ya?” she asked, in her lilting drawl.
“Huh?” the Geek asked, confused.
But the blonde heroine’s suspicions had already been thoroughly aroused. Slowly, boots ringing upon the steel floor, she stalked closer, until the tips of her giant breasts nearly brushed back and forth across his chest. So close that, pretty face tilting down, she could look down his pouch and confirm for herself the costume was there. Then her head turned up and, from beneath her hat, she glared up into his eyes… while his awed gaze, despite having seen some quite tigo biddies in quantity recently, still struggled to stay out of her deep and spectacular cleavage.
“You aren’t turning villain on us, are ya Danger Man?” she asked.
And, acting on long instinct, the heroine’s gloved hands slid up her staggeringly buxom hips, to trace in ready preparation over the pearled handles of her six-shooters. Beneath her amazing buttocks, her pussy tingled with anticipation at the thought of taking on the mighty Danger Man.
The Geek stared down at her in shock. For just a moment, the instinctive fear of any mortal at the thought of a bullet tearing through his flesh ripped at his courage. Then, he remembered whose body he was standing in.
“Are you going to draw those on me, heroine?” his rumbling voice asked.
With a soft gasp, Texas Star’s blue eyes widened. Too late, the lovely cowgirl remembered that against a man of steel like Danger Man, bullets were useless. “No…” she admitted, her fingers drooping down from handles of her pistols. But they lingered close by.
“That’s good,” Danger Geek’s voice said. “After all, you shouldn’t ever draw a gun on anything you are not willing to destroy.” His smirk broadened. “Here,” he purred. “Let me show you.”
Reaching down past his belt, Danger Man promptly did what Texas Star had proven not to have the balls to do. Seizing the waist of his little shorts, he yanked them down, and drew. His immense shooter promptly snapped straight up… its gargantuan tip burying itself right into the crotch of her sheer, sweeping little panties. “Now reach for the sky!” he laughed.
Texas Star gasped, in shock, as his huge hard cock-head suddenly pressed into her pussy. Helplessly, she did exactly as she was told – her gloved hands leaping up from her guns to hover high above her hips.
Instantly, the Geek darted his hands in, through her compromised defenses. With a deft flick of his fingers he undid her gun-belt, and sent it plummeting to the floor. It landed with a loud ‘clank!’.
“Oh! G-goddess!” Texas Star gasped. She stared down in shock, her hands trembling in disbelief above her suddenly denuded, panty-clad hips, as she realized she had been thoroughly out-gunned.
“You have been disarmed, sweetheart,” the Geek purred.
“Oh... oh mah Goddess..." Texas Star gasped, head turning up to gape into his face in shock. Between her squirming thighs her defeated pussy, pressed hard against his throbbing beast, leaked some moisture down onto his tip. "What are you gonna do with me?" she asked.
“Guess, sweetheart,” the Geek purred. Reaching down, he laid a hand on her exceptionally well-rounded hip… and sliding it further back, slipped it right up under her little panties and onto her ass. Texas Star gasped, gaping up at him in shock, as she suddenly found her jutting silky buttocks getting fondled and squeezed. Then, his other hand appeared at the back of her neck… and seized a tight grip on the back of her blonde head. She drew in a sharp breath, and her eyes went wide.
Moments later, with an eager chortle, the Geek slammed Texas Star’s voluptuous body hard up against his. Crushing her gorgeous head up to his, he found her luscious mouth, pressed his onto it, and sent his tongue plunging down her throat. Texas Star thrashed and whimpered against him, eyes wide with panic. Driven by his hand squeezing at her ass her lovely hips slammed forward… which drove his pussy-teasing tip all the way up her crotch, until his massive penis was lolling back and forth across the sheer surface of her little Texas Flag panties, throbbing with predatory delight.
Then, with a soft, defeated sigh, Texas Star gave in. Wrapping her limbs eagerly around the hero’s huge torso, she pressed her gorgeous face up into his, and eagerly kissed him back. Her luscious lips trembled and gasped in awe, as they repeatedly swapped spit, and their tongues danced and played like horny teenagers within their mouths. Her voluptuous hips rolled back and forth… simultaneously both giving his groping hand a luscious sampling of her jiggling ass, while caressing her sleek panty-clad belly tenderly against his mammoth monstrous cock.
At last, hands and lips trembling, Texas Star pulled back and blinked with awed eyes and moist lips into his face. “Oh...oh God," she whispered. Then, pulling him close she kissed him back, eagerly.
Minutes later, he had Texas Star flat on her back upon her bedroom, and his massive turgid member was slamming with savage force in and out of her taut-spread, tender Texas cunt. “Oh… oh… oh, yes! Oh, yes!” Texas Star moaned. Her entire body trembled as his stallion-shaming schlong pounded deep into her cowgirl pussy. “Oh, gawd! Oh, GAWD!” she squealed. Her mighty thighs quivered and trembled in awe as, spread wide, they eagerly allowed his triumphant hips to slam swiftly and brutally in and out between them. The Geek leered, delighting in the jiggling of her huge boobies against his chest, and the squeezing of her tight wet deep-ravaged cunt around his invading schlong.
“Thanks, baby,” the Geek purred a little while later, shrugging back into his spandex clothes. Texas Star could only whimper softly in response. She lay sprawled upon her belly in her ruined bed, her gorgeous head pressed face-down into the covers, her glorious ass jiggling like twin round domes in the cold air. Her thighs were spread slightly… allowing the leering hero to observe the streamers of pearly cum pouring from both her ass and her ravaged pussy.
As he made for the door, it opened just before him and he nearly collided tits-on-chest with Amazing Babe. Both being relatively junior heroines, she and Texas Star had been forced to share a room. Her jaw dropping, the gorgeous blonde gaped in shock at the wreck of her room-mate, lying sprawled upon her bed. “Oh… oh my God!” she whispered, her face quivering. Then her head whirled about to face Danger Man. “What… what have you done?!” she asked.
“This,” the Geek said. Reaching out with one of Danger Man’s big hands, he seized her by the shoulder. With the other he reached straight down between her legs, and began rubbing her mound.
Amazing Babe let out a sharp draw of breath, and her face trembled in shock. But moments later, as his fingers got another few persuasive strokes across her satin-sheathed pussy, her eyes rolled upwards. “Oh… oh Goddess…” she gasped, as her body shivered.
“C’mon, bitch,” the Geek cooed, as he felt her moisture start to flow out of the heroine’s slit, through her shorts. “You know you want it…”
Biting her lip, Amazing Babe valiantly resisted… for about five seconds. Then, with a moan of desire, she threw her arms around Danger Geek’s chest and, her shapely hips shuddering as he continued to shamelessly stroke her twat, began to press kiss after kiss onto his vast chest. Grinning, the Geek slowly drew his mewling shapely new consort back into the room with him, and let the door slide closed behind her wiggling shapely ass.
Half an hour later, grinning, the Geek finally emerged from Amazing Babe and Texas Star’s shared room. Reaching up, he hastily rubbed away the multiple kiss-marks, in two shades of lipstick, that decorated his cheeks and chin – before any other heroines saw them. Reaching down, he hoisted up his huge limp cock – also streaked up and down its length with smears of lipstick in the same two tones – and stuffed it back in his shorts. Then, leering, he resumed his march through the steel corridor… as he surreptitiously stuffed Amazing Babe’s shorts and halter top down one pouch, and Texas Star’s trademark flag bikini down another.
A short distance down the corridor he came across Ms. Americana. Huge titties shaking beneath her in her straining bra, and delectable ass lifted high and wiggling in her tiny panties, the Queen of Justice was still busily scrubbing the floors, a soapy bucket beside her.
“Hey, babe,” he said, as he strutted past. Seeing a bit of it was peeking out, he hastily pushed Amazing Babe’s shorts further back down their pouch, before the mighty heroine saw.
Rising up on her knees, dripping sponge trembling in her clenched fist, Ms. Americana glared up at him. “Hello, Danger Man,” she growled.
“Looking good,” the massive hero purred, as he strutted on past. With a little squeak of his shoe, he made sure to ‘accidentally’ leave a smudge, on the shiny bit she’d just gotten done with.
Coming back down onto her hands and knees, the Queen of Justice turned and glowered at him as he walked away, over her own uplifted, buxom, barely-panty-covered ass. “Don’t mention it,” she hissed. Then, turning back, face red, she knelt down over his fresh streak and began furiously to scrub at it.
A little ways further on Danger Man came to a door he hadn’t opened yet and, naturally, opened it.
Beyond, lay the kitchens. Within, he found Wolf Woman. And beside the sweaty dusky-skinned heroine, covering nearly every inch of a gigantic central island, was a massive and sumptuous feast. Dozens of dishes were crowded together, all of them looking absolutely delicious. True to her roots the voluptuous Latina had poured every ounce of her heart and soul into crafting an authentic Oaxacan feast that would have made her mother proud: lamb in mole sauce, enchiladas with tasajo beef, tlayudas covered in quesillo.
Panting softly, Wolf Woman blinked her large dark eyes repeatedly at the hero, her full lips quivering silently. Slowly, she turned to regard her feast. She had spent hours slaving over it in her tiny bikini while, unbeknownst to her, he had been out fucking his way through nearly all of her friends. Then she turned back, huge boobies swaying in her tiny bra, and looked at him. Her eyes quivered, and then slowly dropped to his crotch. Staring at his dick, she whimpered softly, and squirmed, her hand trembling upon the table for support.
“H…hello Danger Man,” the gorgeous Latina softly cooed. She gestured towards her feast. “Would… would you like anything?”
“Sure,” he said, strutting up to her. Reaching down, Wolf Woman gasped in shock as he seized her bra. “But I’m after a finer sort of feast,” he said. With a single flick of his thumbs down her side-boob and inside her cups, he popped her gigantic breasts out of her bra.
Wolf Woman stared, in shock, as her huge titties spilled forth to jiggle, delicately, against his chest. Then, with a trembling arm, she reached out beside her – and with a single sweep and a mighty crash, swept her entire hard-labored-over feast off the table in one fell swoop. The sea of dishes landed in a great pile of smashed crockery and intermixed foodstuffs on the far side of the counter.
Grinning, the Geek promptly lowered his hands and, wrapping them tight around the dusky heroine’s voluptuous hips, suddenly hoisted her up and onto the counter. Wolf Woman gasped softly, blinking up at him in shock, as her own rotund perfectly-rounded slid back to tremble upon the same space upon which her feast once had rested. But she didn’t waste time. With a soft moan, the sexy Latina promptly lay back across the counter. Reaching down, she tore open her brown panties, laying bare her glistening twat in addition to her tits. Then, laying back, she breathed deep… and slowly spread her legs.
“Please…” Wolf Woman whispered softly. Her delicate fingers stroked, nervously, across her flat sexy belly. Then, sliding lower, she slipped two fingers into her drenched pussy and, gasping and shuddering softly, delicately spread it open. “Please,” she whispered, again. “Please, take me…”
The Geek grinned, with relish. Yanking out his dick, he whacked it against his palm. Licking her lips, Wolf Woman gaped at it and squirmed in awe. Her fingers trembled inside her cunt, and then spread her glistening slit as wide as it would go… though it still did not look anywhere near wide enough.
“Bon apetit, bitch,” the Geek said. Then, leaping up on top of her, with a great whoop he dug in deep and began to partake.
Back in the control room, the crowd of naked heroines whimpered and moaned, fingers thrusting furiously in their pussies, as they watched the Geek conquer yet another heroine. Upon one huge screen, Wolf Woman was laid out in profile, her voluptuous curves crushed beneath Danger Man’s muscular rutting form. Upon another, a camera provided a perfect view up her trembling legs… affording the squirming heroines in turn an immaculate presentation of Danger Geek’s enormous balls swaying back and forth with every thrust, and the devastated quiver of Wolf Woman’s outmatched pussy as his huge yet well-lubricated shaft pumped furiously in and out of it. “Oh… mios Dio! Oh! Mios DIO!!!” Wolf Woman’s pretty face squealed upon the former, as she got savagely hammered upon the other.
The crowd of squirming heroines had grown larger. At one end, having recovered (somewhat) from their own devastating tamings, Lady Midnight and Jungle Babe’s voluptuous bottoms quivered pneumatically upon their cold steel chairs, side by side… as, fingers working furiously, they watched in awe as Texas Starr and Amazing Babe eagerly struggled to double-team Danger Geek’s gigantic penis with their quivering lips. Meanwhile the busty blonde duo themselves, squirming upon their seats at the other end of the row, craned their heads and mewled in awe as they watched the ongoing destruction of their dark-haired colleague.
But the heroines weren’t the only ones closely watching Danger Man’s progress with his ‘investigations’. Off in her hidden fortress, her gorgeous face glued to her hovering mystic tablet, Nightmare Witch also followed her creation’s conquests with rapt attention. Beside her voluptuous hips lay a series of sex toys, each dripping with her arcane fluids, each a little larger than the last. She had long since given up on anything but the biggest dildo in her collection which, though still outclassed, at least somewhat approximated the Frankenstein-ian phallus she had unwittingly created. Her pussy seemed to leak tears of eager lubricant as she pounded the oversized monster through it… but, with both hands wrapped firmly around it, this did not stop her from fucking herself with it even for a moment.
Yet despite the immense size and power she was pumping into herself, the dark sorceress still had not managed to cum. She whimpered and quivered upon her sheets, and her black-painted toes curled and un-curled involuntarily as she pounded away up her own slit. But try as she might, though she seemed perpetually right up on it, she could not get herself over the edge.
She watched upon her screen as the broad shoulders of her creation marched up to yet another heroinely door. It slid aside. Within, Hexanna sat, at a desk. She was peering into a mystic jewel. At the opening of her door, she looked up.
“Oh…. yessss…” the dark witch whispered, her eyes glittering. Between her bare thighs, her hand started pumping a little harder.
Slowly, Danger Man marched forward until he stood directly before Hexanna, her buxom hips still pressed tightly to her chair. Reaching down, he pulled down the front of his trunks. His huge penis, half-hard, spilled out to hover before her face.
“Oh…” Hexanna gasped. Her eyes widened as she stared at it.
“C’mon…” Nightmare Witch cooed, her gooey fingers pumping furiously. She smirked. “You… you know you want to… you… talentless slut!”
“Oh… by the stars…” Hexanna whispered. Her dark eyes darted up, peering into Danger Man’s face, which towered in the darkness of her room high above her. Then, helpless, they dropped back to his huge dick. The mystic bauble she had been studying trembled in her fingers.
Then, with a tormented whimper, she could no longer resist. The arcane jewel she had been studying tumbling from her fingers and skittering across the floor, her gorgeous face surged forward and, luscious lips spreading wide and wrapping around him she began, worshipfully, to suck.
“Hahahahaha!” Nightmare Witch laughed, her dark eyes sparkling with glee. She watched, enthused both in her head and in her tingling cunt, as her would-be arcane rival wrapped her lips willingly and unwittingly around the superior sorceress’s mammoth sinister creation and began, furiously, moaning, to pound her beautiful head up and down its length. Buxom hips slipping from her chair, she tumbled to her knees and quivered upon the floor… her uplifted, wide-eyed face not ceasing to ravage itself brutally up into his huge, pulsing, veiny tool.
“Oh, yes!” Nightmare Witch moaned, gaping into her screen with an expression halfway between a sneer and an orgasmic moan. “HAHAHA!” she cackled, ecstatically, as her hated rival unknowingly sucked deep upon her nemesis’ greatest arcane creation. “Tramp!” she sneered… even as her own pussy shuddered with delight and squirted out fluid at a particularly deep and hard thrust of her vibrating dildo.
A few minutes later Hexanna was flat on her back and, her shapely Brazilian thighs spread wide, gave it up eagerly. Nightmare Witch’s eyes gleamed, as she watched her huge hard creation pump through her rival’s lower lips, after getting a thorough saliva-slathered anointing from her open ones. “Yeah… you like that!” she sneered, her own body shaking furiously. “D-don’t you, bitch?!” A few moments later, without realizing it, Hexanna spread her shapely thighs wider and confirmed, loudly, that she did. Over, and over, and over again.
One by one the last few heroines crept into the increasingly crowded room, and slipped their own naked hips into the tightly squeezed sardine pack before the screens. There, hands slipping rapidly down between their bare and mighty thighs, they too began swiftly to whimper and squirm, eyes blinking wide, into the ever-playing footage of their great visitor’s endless conquests. So engrossed had the heroines become in masturbating themselves to the many, many scenes of their own downfall playing before them that they didn’t even hear one last set of footprints quietly approach.
“What are you watching?” a deep voice suddenly whispered in Flag Girl’s ear.
“Myself…” the blonde sidekick whimpered softly. Her shapely round hips trembled upon her cum-streaked chair, as her fingers flew furiously inside her quivering slit. “G-getting… fucked…”
“Kinky,” the voice purred. “By who?”
“By… by you…” Flag Girl whispered. She bit her lip, and whimpered in awe. Then her eyes slowly widened. She had responded to the voice automatically, fantasy and reality already swirling like cum and pussy cream in her gooey mind. “By… by you…” she whispered again, voice trembling. Her pretty head suddenly spun up, and gaped in disbelief into Danger Man’s looming, bemusedly smirking mug. “D-Danger Man!” she moaned.
With a great cry, all the heroines lined up around the room yanked their fingers from their pussies and gaped up in shock.
“D-Danger Man!!!” they all gasped, in unison, as if in echoing soprano chorus to Flag Girl’s startled squeal.
The handsome hero held up a calming hand, and smiled patronizingly. “At ease girls, at ease…” he purred.
Not all the heroines could bear to pull their fingers out of themselves. Whipping her head around, Hexanna gasped up at him. But, being both one of his most recent conquests and one of the most recent additions to the throng of self-pleasuring heroines, she could not quite bring herself to cease sliding her mystic fingers back and forth within her recently-tenderized meat curtains.
“Are… are you nearly finished with your investigations?” she asked, Brazilian voice breathless as her fingers still worked.
Danger Man smiled back down at her. Despite all the fucking it had done his immense member suddenly pulsed within his bulging shorts, struck by a sudden desire to re-investigate the Brazilian sorceress’s own deep depths. But he demurred… mostly because he knew if he tried to take even one right now he would instantly be buried under a sea of buxom, horny, heroinely flesh, every last one of them either begging, demanding, or ordering him to give them more of his cock.
“Just about,” Danger Man assured her. “I’ve got a few more places to probe here and there and then I can make my esc- I mean, take my leave…”
A chorus of mournful moans of dismay burst from every heroine’s lips.
“Please,” Got Gal whimpered. Her fingers, having briefly slid guiltily from her slit, slowly crept back in. Her buxom hips shuddered with desire. “Don’t go so soon!” she wailed. An answering chorus of agreement immediately burst from a half-dozen more heroine’s full, red, quivering lips.
“Stay… as long as you like!” Lady Midnight begged.
“We… we can prepare… a room for you!” Wolf Woman promised, whimpering- she too, had not managed to entirely cease playing with herself, though she at least kept her stroking fingers confined to the outside of her cum-leaking pussy.
“You… you should investigate us… more thoroughly!” Green Specter pleadingly suggested, her own fingers still pumping hard and helpless in her well-invaded slit.
Danger Man’s smirk grew broader. He shook his handsome, masked head. “Now, now, ladies,” he purred, his deep voice rumbling. “Don’t take it so hard. Everything is going to be… okay…”
Behind him, he heard the sounds of boot-steps upon metal… steadily growing louder. Slowly, from the shadows just behind him, the buxom form of Ms. Americana emerged. Her eyes were dark with anger. She carried an empty bucket. When she reached the center of the room she stopped, and then let it drop with a loud clang. Despite himself, the Geek flinched.
“Danger Man…” she hissed. Her eyes flashed with fury. “Could I… speak to you?” Her eyes flicked around the room, and grew yet darker. “In private?”
The Geek turned slowly, and faced her. The other heroines, still in their seats, turned their heads and gaped at her in shock. With a gasp, Flag Girl hastily tabbed all their screens back to normal. She had been distracted by her beloved conqueror. But it was far too late.
“Of course, Ms. Americana,” Danger Geek said, slowly. His newly-acquired confidence had suddenly vanished in an instant, at the sight of the Queen of Justice’s trademark bikini stretched illustriously over her almighty buxom curves. The Geek felt his heart thump in his chest. “I’d, uh… I’d be happy to.”
Without another word, the furious Queen of Justice turned. As the leader of the Thunder Eagles, her personal office and living quarters were located just off the main control room. Buxom ass sashaying in her tiny panties, she stalked up to it, and pressed a button. The door slid open. She turned, and glared at him, lips quivering with her fury. “Come into my office,” she hissed.
The Geek swallowed… and did as he was told. The other heroines watched as Danger Man’s massive form, suddenly looking more like a schoolboy getting called to the carpet by his bikini-clad teacher than a mighty hero, slowly walked across the control room and vanished into Americana’s chambers. After he passed, Americana glared at them.
“Sit still, and behave your-selves for a while,” she said. Her lips suddenly peeled back in a snarl. “If you can, you… sluts!” she added, in a dark hiss. Then she closed the door, in front of them.
The other heroines were left gaping at the closed door… and, one by one, they swallowed in dread.
To be continued...