Superheroines under Sushi

This is another story set in my own ‘Beachport’ universe. For fans of Miss Americana et al, rest assured that more stories involving them are coming; but in the long term I am making an effort to gradually shift over to using my own characters and this is part of that effort. For those not familiar with these characters, a full guide is available over at Literotica, where I publish under the author name ‘MarkVSharp’.

Cultural Note: just a head’s up; despite the fact that the story centers on nyotaimori, a specifically Japanese meal/custom, I went with a multi-ethnic selection of Asian mobsters as our antagonists, with a Chinese 'big bad'. This was for various reasons, but mostly so I have an excuse for them to all speak in English so I don’t have to mess about with a bunch of translations; and also to ignore any specific cultural details I may have been ignorant of.

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It was a hot and steamy night in Beachport. Down by the docks, on the outskirts of the city's traditional Chinatown, sweltering humidity seemed to roll in from over the sloshing harbor. In a dark alley, a small man stepped out of the back of the Golden Palace Gentlemen’s Club and into a festering cesspool. All around him a dark urban chasm loomed. The pavement around him was littered with stray trash and broken bottles, and lit by a single flickering incandescent bulb over the door. Dressed in an ill-fitting white suit, the man leaned against the grimy back wall of the club, directly underneath that single bare bulb, and reached into the breast pocket of his jacket to pull out a cell phone.

“Put that thing away,” a melodious voice said from the shadows. “I don’t care who you’re planning on talking to. They can’t possibly be more important than us.”

From out of the darkness of the alley three voluptuous and scantily-clad figures slunk forward. Every motion of their lithe and athletic bodies spoke of perfect confidence and power. The small man gaped, his jaw dropping open - and made not a move as they bore down upon him.

On his left came the Rebel Belle, clad in her distinctive costume. This was almost entirely white - her pale legs strutting in long white thigh-boots with tall spike heels; long white opera gloves, and a tiny white bustier that struggled to contain her prodigious rack. Between her large pale breasts, joining the huge cups together, there nestled a red glowing jewel. Besides that jewel she had only two more scraps of color on her. Below, her buxom loins were clad in a pair of Confederate Flag panties, and above her gorgeous face glowered at him sultrily from behind a matching mask - and half hidden by a long spill of bright red hair.

Upon the other side on his right, meanwhile, strutted up the Scarlet Sleuth. As she sauntered forward, her exceptionally buxom curves seemed barely contained by her skimpy red bikini. She was visibly a little more mature than her comrades, yet every inch of her was flawlessly toned and exceptionally curvy. Her large rack, straining at her enormous scarlet cups, sloshed back and forth within the lapels of her shiny red jacket. Her gorgeous face smirked at him from behind a matching red mask, amidst a spill of raven-dark hair. Besides red boots and red gloves, the rest of her sleek and richly tanned flesh was on full display - and looked absolutely stunning considering how both sleek and muscular every inch of her appeared to be.

Meanwhile last but not least, from out of the darkness between them appeared the invincible Valiant Valkyrie herself. Her towering body, that of a true and literal blonde Nordic goddess, swayed with bold confidence in her trademark blue and gold bikini - and very little else. A golden belt lay cinched tight around her narrow waist, just above the dramatic swell of her hips. Her bikini was covered in a pattern of little golden double-Vs. She wore gloves and boots to match, and upon her brow a matching mask.

Soon enough, as they sauntered boldly forward and he remained frozen, the buxom champions came forward until they surrounded him on three sides - pinning him against the grimy wall of the club. The man stared in particular awe as three pairs of gigantic breasts, each clad in a distinctive skimpy superheroine top, came rolling up to slosh and sway just before him, like six enormous bowling balls threatening a last lone terrified pin. Putting their hands upon their hips, the three champions spread their legs wide and, for a few seconds, stared in expectant silence at the trapped little man.

“Well?” Rebel Belle finally snapped, harshly.

“Well what?” he asked back.

“It’s time for you to spill your guts for us,” Scarlet Sleuth cooed. Playing good cop, her voice came more kind than her seemingly fire-tempered redheaded colleague. “Tell us everything you know about your masters,” she specified. “Unless… that is, you want to go to jail after all, Dick.”

“Make it quick - and make it good,” Valiant Valkyrie snapped, impatiently. Her voluptuous scantily-clad hips whipped back and forth, in her little panties - clearly upset to have to spend any time entertaining this lowlife, rather than punching thugs’ heads in. “Or else!” she added.

“Such tough guy talk. Tough gal talk? Whatever…” the little figure said - rubbing his chin, and looking them over. “Yeah… Deep Dick got some info for ya broads,” he said, at last. “The good stuff. But before I talk… don’t I get some kind of reward?”

Scarlet Sleuth lifted her chin. “What kind of reward?” she asked, guardedly.

He glanced downwards, then back up to their faces, and grinned.

“I dunno…” he said. “Just a little taste of them hot bodies of yours, perhaps?”

“Sure,” Valiant Valkyrie said sweetly, and took her hands off her hips. “Here, Dick. Have all you can handle.”

A moment later, her shiny blue-and-gold boot smashed up between his legs with the force of a ten-ton steel wrecking ball. His body shot five feet up the wall, like the bell-ringer at a carnie’s test-your-strength game, the top of his head missing the searing lightbulb by inches before he smashed back down to earth. He sprawled out in a groaning heap at her feet, his eyes bulging in pain.

“How’s that?” Valkyrie lilted down sweetly, hands back on her fertile hips.

“Not… what… I… had… in mind…” he croaked, from somewhere down near her ankles.

“It’s more reward than you deserve, given all the scummy shit we could put you away for,” Rebel Belle said. She shook her finger correctively, over his sprawled and greasy body. “Now cut the shit and start talking - or else my ‘reward’ will make what Valkyrie just gave you seem generous indeed!”

“That’s right,” Scarlet Sleuth growled. “And after that a one way trip to the city jail - where you belong.”

"Alright, alright," Dick said.

He slowly sat up and collapsed back against the wall… and found himself staring right at the heroines’ panty-clad crotches, all lined up before him. Their hands tightened simultaneously upon their hips, on seeing where his gaze was - and even as he let a little grin spread across his lips over such a lovely view he got talking quickly, before they could make good on any of their threats.

"So here’s the story, babes," he said, "Big Xiang is here, in town, in person… to supervise the imminent delivery of an entire shipping container of Warp.”

Instantly, a gasp passed through their lips, and a shiver ran through the three superheroines.

While they knew Xiang only by vague reputation - his normal haunting grounds being several thousand miles away - that reputation was quite bad. But it was the second part that was far more chilling. Beachport had largely been spared the ravages of East Asia’s favorite new designer drug. An entire shipping container, in the hands of a single vicious villain and his gang… the consequences for their fair city and its fine inhabitants were not worth contemplating.

Eyes darting up, the three champions shared glances with one another over Dick’s head.

“Well… fuck,” Scarlet Sleuth said, summing up their silent conclusions. The others nodded back, grimly.

Deep Dick looked up at the consternation that had suddenly spread across their faces, and a huge happy smile spread across his face.

“But fortunately for you ladies,” he cooed, eagerly, “I have an in. A way to make that big problem go away.” Casting his eyes around, he licked his lips with relish. “What’s that worth to you babes?” A kiss, at least, perhaps? With tongue.” His eyes cast about their faces, and decided upon his favorite. “How about it, Miss Valkyrie?” he asked her, gazing at her gorgeous blonde face with relish.

Hands trembling upon her hips, Valkyrie shook her head.

“No tongue,” she cooed. “But I will give you a full set of human teeth.”

“Teeth?” Dick asked, confused.

Lifting a hand up off her buxom scantily-clad hip, Valkyrie formed it into a fist. “I will refrain for the next five seconds from knocking yours out,” she told him. “But only if you cut the shit and start talking.”

Dick sighed.

“Well, fine,” you said sullenly, and then cracked a smirk. “But I gotta say, if you won’t even bargain for a kiss… you’re going to die before you can do what my plan will require!”

“Plan? What plan?” Scarlet Sleuth asked, sharply.

“What you’ll have to do to get what you crave,” he said up at her. “Do you want to know what it is? Oh, you’re not going to like it…”

“Just talk,” Scarlet Sleuth said, impatiently. “We’ll be the judge of what we do and do not like.”

He shrugged and obeyed, still leering constantly. “So, tonight - in less than an hour actually - Big Xiang is going to hold a meeting,” he said. “He’s invited some of the most brutal gangs in the district to attend. They coming to hold, like, a UN Summit of crime, or some shit. Lay out what the new order of the underworld is going to be. Basically, the building blocks of Xiang’s whole invasion in your city are about to get put together this very night… and I got tickets.” He smirked, his eyes flitting around the three skimpy panties arrayed before his eyes. “That huge enough to get you sluts on ya knees?”

Valkyrie rolled her eyes at his innuendo. “Good boy!” she purred, patronizingly. “You just record every second and then let us know. Or it’ll be my foot up your ass that finally kicks your butt into its cell. Now, don’t call us, we’ll call you.”

“No, you dumb broad!” he snapped. She gasped at his temerity to speak to her so, her mighty body quivering in fury, and he moved on quickly before she tried to make good on her threats. “He don’t trust me enough to take me into that kinda meeting, ya stupid bimbo,” he sneered. “Or even let me know where it is. But he does trust… stupid bimbos.”

Flickers of outrage appeared upon the faces of the three buxom bimbos standing before him - but Dick smiled, and kept talking.

“Y’see,” Dick said, “if you’re holding an underworld meeting with a bunch of other crime bosses, you don’t serve em’ hot dogs on paper plates - least not if you’re Xiang. You do it in style. And lately, see, Xiang’s gotten a taste for sushi… particularly when he gets to eat it off a hot, beautiful, and scantily-clad young woman’s body.”

He smirked at them, at the look of horror that spread across the superheroines’ faces, as they started to sense what he had in mind. But, while their luscious lips hung wide open, and before they could voice an objection, he carried on.

“But, y’see…” Deep Dick continued. “Xiang, well.. he’s gotten bored of his usual slutty serving trays. Plus, you know, for important guests, the ordinarily old plates just won’t do, you got to bring out the fine china - so to speak. So, for this big meeting, he asked me to go and get him some, shall we say, extra special serving platters for his guests.”

For the last couple sentences, the superheroines’ eyes had been steadily widening, as they started to get an inkling of what he had in mind. But now, as it all fell into place, Valkyrie’s jaw dropped in horror.

“No!” she said, instinctively, her entire scantily-clad body shaking. “No! No, not… Never!”

Deep Dick grinned, and proceeded to completely ignore her objections. “All I gotta do is tell him I gots look-alikes for the three greatest superheroines in the city. Even though he’s new here, Xiang’s heard all about you. Ain’t nothing he fears like you three broads!”

At this, the looks of horror softened slightly, upon the three heroines' faces. They could not help themselves. To hear of the notorious international villain’s terror of them, three slight smiles spread across each of their full red lips.

“Plus he knows you got the local boys ‘scared stiff,’” Dick continued.

Or just stiff, he thought, glancing downwards - then got his eyes back up and swiftly resumed his persuasive patter.

“He’ll jump at the chance to have three beauties who ‘look just like you’ lying docile before his guests, as they eat his meal from their bodies,” he said. “You’ll be lying right there as they discuss their illegal schemes. And as soon as you’ve heard enough to put them away, you can just sit up, deck them all, and call in the cops to clean up the mess. They’ll never see it coming!”

He looked up at the three beauties as they stood there for several seconds, squirming deliciously before him. They glanced at each other, their expressions a mixture of eagerness and uneasy hesitation. They wanted the results… they didn’t like what they had to do to get them. At all…

“It’s a good idea,” Scarlet Sleuth reluctantly admitted. Then a light suddenly dawned in her pretty, crimson-masked head. “Hey, why don’t you just dress three strippers as us? Then we can get all the info from them!”

Dick scowled in distaste. “Strippers ain’t exactly the most reliable witnesses… at least the ones I gots. Spend most of their time coked out of their little minds. Plus, none of em’ really look like you gals… ‘specially in the tits department."

He thought a moment longer, then smirked.

"And last but not least, I don’t have any copies of your costumes in stock,” he lied. “Unless… you ladies would like to donate yours?” he offered, with an eager leer around the three skimpy panties swaying before him.

“Oh, God, no!” Valkyrie gasped in horror. The other two heroines made revulsed sounds of displeasure, their bodies squirming in helpless disgust.

"Wait a minute," Rebel Belle muttered. "Aren't they going to just be speaking Chinese or something? We won't be able to understand a thing they say."

Dick frowned. "Nah," he said. "They're from like, different regions or something. I don't know the details, all I know is English gonna be the mutual language of negotiation."

"So... are we doing this then?" Scarlet Sleuth said. She shivered nervously, in her sleek bikini. Reaching up, she ran a hand through her lustrous dark hair. Of all of them, the supple Latina had a lot to lose should she ever be exposed - but then, there had been a reason she had put on a costume to fight crime in the first place. "It is a great opportunity,” she admitted. “But..."

They squirmed, and shared a long look with one another. Their gorgeous faces twisted, as they seemed balanced on a knife edge between going one way, or the other.

Looking up, seeing their indecision, Deep Dick shook his head.

“Before you accept, you girls need to be clear about what’s involved - and make sure you’re actually capable of it, you hear?” he said. “If you break character, even for a moment,before the proper time… then you’re not going to get a word of the information you crave. And I’ll probably end up dead, before you can come save you. You big mighty white superheroines are going to have to pretend to be properly servile and obedient, like Xiang expects of his women - no matter what. You really think you can do that, babes?”

Valkyrie’s lip trembled, and her body squirmed in its little bikini. A moment earlier she had been at an impasse. But, now that her abilities had been called into question, pure instinct took over. “Of course we can,” she said. “And don’t call me ‘babe’!”

“And what about you, girls?” Dick said, swinging his gaze wider. “You all have to do it, or none of you. You up to the challenge, as well?”

“Of course we are!” Rebel Belle hissed. Putting her hands on her broad buxom hips, to either side of her Confederate Flag, she glared at him as if offended he even suspected for a moment her superior Southern will would not be more than a match for a bunch of leering Asian mobsters.

“Agreed!” Scarlet Sleuth declared, hands folded under her own immense breasts - and nodded fiercely. “Xiang will never suspect a thing - until he sees our fists coming towards his face!” she declared, and let a huge smirk spread across her lips, just beneath her crimson mask.

Dick shook his head. “That’s still not good enough, ladies,” he said. “My life is forfeit. You have to swear it, on your honor, not to break character - or I’m not taking you anywhere!”

The heroines trembled. Then, one by one, they lifted their chins high.

“I swear, upon the sacred Goddess herself,” Valiant Valkyrie vowed to him - lifting a hand to pat her immense right breast.

“By my ancestors, they will not suspect a thing of us,” Rebel Belle promised.

“God forgive us, but we will do whatever we must to convince them,” Scarlet Sleuth concurred, crossing herself. But a moment later she licked her lips. It had been noted before that, while she feigned a certain level of piety, the Sleuth seemed to take just a little bit of relish in excuses to be sinful.

Dick rubbed his chin and then slowly nodded, and finally looked convinced. "Alright girls, if you say so," he said. “Then I guess we have a deal.” Stepping to one side, he opened up the door.

"We do," they all said.

Holding their gorgeous heads high, the three busty champions formed up in front of the door. But before she marched through, Valiant Valkyrie’s head swung over.

"By the way," she growled at him, hands formed into fists upon her panty-clad hips. "This had better not just be an excuse for you to get your rocks off at our expense. Because if so… there’s not going to be enough of them left to get off with… if you get my drift."

“Don’t worry,” he said. “Xiang wants to see you lovely ladies, not my ugly mug. Trust me, after he gets here you’ll never see me again.”

"That's a relief," Valkyrie purred. The other two giggled their agreement.

Dick glowered at this. But he soon got some compensation as one by one they strutted past him, bodies moving with the confidence of models on the catwalk, and through the dark door he held open. In the process he was afforded one stunning look, side on and at close range, of each staggeringly shapely and scantily-clad torso sauntering its way past him into the darkness.

Once through the door the three heroines found themselves standing in a dark and filthy room lit by only a single incandescent bulb set in the center of the ceiling. The grimy walls were decorated with a few girly posters and a calendar that was several years out of date. The shining superheroines glared around the filthy sub-lair of evil, silently disapproving of everything they saw.

“So disgusting… This place can’t be up to health code regulations!” Valkyrie finally declared, hands upon her broad round hips.

“Neither are you, sweet cheeks,” Dick purred, closing the door behind them. “But they’re going to eat off ya anyways.”

Still looking around disapprovingly, Valkyrie sniffed with revulsion - yet a squirm still ran through her glorious body, to be reminded of why she had brought it here.

But words would not be her only reminder for long. Moments later two large double doors on the far side of the room slammed open. The heroines watched with wide eyes as over a dozen pretty young Asian women entered. Though they themselves were a mixture of several different ethnicities - all places the gang they served drew recruits from - given the cuisine they were about to serve they were all done up in Japanese-style attire resembling that of a traditional geisha. Each had a kimono cinched tight around her narrow waist - though loose enough to expose a considerable amount of ample cleavage. Their sashes, however, rather than being tied behind their backs, were in front, for easy access. Each had a face elaborately made-up, and a pair of chopsticks stuck through their carefully-coifed hair.

Coming forward, they pushed a series of carts each with a large silver serving tray perched on top - about six girls to a tray. The girls fanned out, while they continued to pour in a column out of the double doors, until there were eighteen in all - six behind each cart. The Asian beauties gasped softly, their eyes blinking wide in awe, at the sight of the three Western superheroines they found waiting across from them. But, this did not break their discipline, and they said nothing.

Then, from the dark doorway, one last woman strutted forth. She was slightly older yet no less statuesque than the younger models around her. Tall and poised, she had both the face and the bearing of a professional model. She was the only one not dressed identically to the others as well - instead of a kimono she wore a fine red silk qipao, but cut extremely short so that it extended no more than a few inches down her sleek thighs. Looking over the three American champions over, she cocked her head, and smirked.

"This is Ms. Saori," Deep Dick introduced her, gesturing at the qipao-clad woman. He put a hand up beside his lips, and smirked. "She's Xiang's top girl - for the moment at least. She gives the orders. To other ladies only, mind, not to men - but that includes you now, sweet cheeks. Now, get up on the plates, ladies."

Valiant Valkyrie sniffed. “Very well,” she growled, hands upon her hips. “But fair warning - if you lay one finger on me to ‘help’, I’m going to snap it off.”

This produced a couple soft gasps from the arrayed 'geishas'. But Miss Saori in particular cocked her head, and stared - the expression on her face that of a schoolmarm observing a particularly bratty student.

“You are very assertive for a stripper!” Miss Saori declared. Laughing, she puts her hands on her hips. Then she puffed out her chest in a spot-on mockery of Valkyrie’s stance, provoking a storm of giggles from the waiting kimono-clad beauties. Relaxing her stance, she shook her head. "If you are going to serve in our club," Saori said, looking her up and down and shaking her head, "you will need to learn some obedience!"

These words, especially the title of 'stripper,’ seemed to hit Valkyrie square in the gut - as if finally driving home what she’d have to ‘pretend’ to be. She gasped in horror, a deep flush of shame spreading across her gorgeous cheeks. Her curvy body squirmed deliciously, looking for all the world like it’s trying to wiggle right out of her tiny bikini.

“But even if you do need to learn respect,” Miss Saori continued to comment idly, her eyes running up and down with interest over the scantily-clad bodies of the three Western girls. “You do, I must admit, have the physiques to play the part.”

Around her,several of her girls, their own eyes glittering as they eyed the superheroines with curiosity and not a slight tinge of jealousy, seemed to agree.

Shaking his head, Dick walked over and then suddenly struck one of the big silver platters with his fist. It boomed like the bronze gong of a Mongol emperor, bringing the gasping heroines back to reality.

“Enough chatting with the help, sweethearts,” he said. “Get those big butts over here, and let’s get this show on the road! Xiang don’t wait for nothing, ‘specially pussy!”

The heroines gasped again at his tone… but in the end the continued giggling of the geishas broke their will to remain in place, and with soft moans they trotted bouncily and obediently forward. Hiding smug smirks behind the sleeves of their kimonos, the geishas steadied the carts for the big mighty amazons as they clambered up onto them. Reluctantly, the three superheroines slowly settled themselves down onto the delicate silver trays. Each let out a fetching little squeak as her big round scantily-clad bottom first settled against the ice-cold metal surface. Shivering, they settled back, lying down. Their eyes flicked to Dick’s smirking face, and they blushed, as they went flat upon their backs before his leering eyes.

Meanwhile, the geishas twittered and fussed with them like clucking hens, smoothing their hair, fixing even slight imperfections in the position of their skimpy costumes. But as they discovered how their gentle caresses made the stalwart heroines gasp and squirm with deeply-suppressed and fervently denied urges, they reached in a last few times just to lightly tease the superheroines’ shivering silky flesh just for the mischievous fun of it, smirking deviously out of their sight.

Then, just as the geishas seemed to be satisfied and the heroines started to breathe a sigh of relief the doors banged open again. Still more giggling young ladies entered, pushing a cart loaded with mountains of fresh sushi and sashimi.

“You girls must lie very still, now,” Miss Saori chided the recumbent heroines as she walked along beside them, gazing down at them with a sharp and merciless eye. Her qipao was so short, the reclining heroines were each in turn found themselves in a position to practically look straight up inside it... but, eyes shifting away chastely, were very careful not to be caught checking. “Very still!" Saori specified. "Or else food will fall off your bodies! You understand?”

With soft whispers, the heroines nodded acknowledgement that they did.

“Good!” Saori said, grinning. She strutted back into the center of the room and turned to face her waiting kimono-clad charges. “Alright girls," she ordered, to her eagerly-waiting underlings. "Chopsticks ready!” she cooed. With eager smiles, two dozen girls reached up into their artfully coiled hair and withdrew the pairs of fine wood chopsticks nestled there. Their fingers clutched them with practiced expert skill. Saori nodded, pleased.

"Now,” Saori said, “Ready! Set! Turn American girls into fat-breasted serving platters!”

Giggling, the geishas sprang into action. They teemed around the food cart. Each one reached in to daintily snag a chosen morsel and then rushed to the heroines and laid them down with slow, precise care. The heroines yelped and quivered as they felt one cool treat after another alight gently upon their tender silky flesh, or upon the arcing straining fabric of their skimpy little costumes.

Scarlet Sleuth gasped as the decorative ends of the same sushi roll were simultaneously placed upon the tips of her huge breasts, concealing her stiff protruding nipples like edible pasties. Valiant Valkyrie squirmed as three girls made a decorative pattern upon her flawless belly with slices of a different roll, a spiral of delicious morsels coiling out from her delicate inviting navel. Rebel Belle craned her head and gaped in silent outrage as she watched two Japanese girls packing blood-red tuna and pure-white mackerel over every little inch of her skimpy panties until her proud Confederate Flag pattern had been completely covered up by a bold Rising Sun made entirely of opaque fish. Miss Saori saw, smirked, and nodded her approval - before strutting on. The girls giggled, pleased with their handiwork. Then, moments later, they started doing the same to the enormous white cups of her bustier.

Finally the cart was emptied of food, the entire contents transferred to the delectable flesh of the buxom recumbent superheroines. But the faux-geishas weren’t quite done yet. The heroines gasped again as they felt shallow porcelain dishes being pressed down into the gentle depressions between their mighty upper thighs, right above their panty-clad pussies… and then again, as the dishes were filled with soy sauce. Then the geishas pushed another trio of bowls down firmly into the jiggling crevices between the heroines’ massive breasts. The deep lacquered bowls jiggled back and forth delightfully within their luscious shapely settings as they were filled with fiery wasabi, with slices of fresh ginger laid decoratively around the edges.

Saori surveyed the food-smothered superheroines in satisfaction. “Perfect!” she declared, her eyes sparkling. “Now, let’s hurry girls! Get these ladies moving! The master is waiting!”

The seafood-clad superheroines blinked upward, as if wondering what they’d gotten themselves into, as the giggling kimono-clad ladies grabbed hold of their decorative little carts and started trundling them back towards the double doors that led into the dark unknown depths of the strip club. Deep Dick leaned against the doorframe and smirked down into their wide eyes as they rolled by. “This is where we say goodbye, girls,” he sneered. “Have a good time. And don’t do anything too naughty!” They stared up at him, blushing slightly. The doors clicked shut behind them leaving him alone in the room with Saori and six of her lesser servants.

With a smirk, the slimy little informant detached himself from the wall and strolled over to Saori. She stood in the middle of the room, waiting, her squad of girls arrayed in wedge formation behind her. They stared at him, breathless, as he came to stand before them.

“Antidote,” he said, in a low growl.

Saori gave a curt, proper bow. The amusement she had shown before the American girls was gone, her lovely face was set like that of a porcelain doll’s. She reached back towards a small table, and slid aside a little curtain. Behind it lay a stone goblet, within which was a frothing gray liquid that let out an effervescent mist. Tiny bits of herbs could be seen swirling within the churning surface. Clutching the goblet tight, Saori carried it forth and, bowing slightly, presented it with both hands. Taking the mug, Deep Dick gulped down the herbal concoction.

“Ahhhhh,” he said, letting his head fall back and his eyes closed with pleasure. Beneath his stained white suit his shrimpy body quivered. His flesh began to swell, bulging against the arms and legs of his suit like pustules, before the eyes of the quivering, gaping girls. His face shifted, and broadened. His skin loosened, becoming more wrinkled, as if swelling up in the bath - even as the muscles underneath seemed to swell as well.

Saori kept her face taut - yet smirked slightly, at the less experienced girls' reactions. Most of them had been taken from what had once been this area's gangs, before Xiang moved in, and were not yet used to these sights. Seconds later the gaudy white suit split open, tearing at the seams, and finally disintegrated around his growing, bulging muscles. Tatters of white cloth rained down around his feet like ticker tape, as his shoes exploded around his expanding feet like seed pods bursting in the spring.

Discarding the remnants of the greasy club owner like a cicada discarding its useless old shell, a hulking figure slowly rose up taller and taller before the beautiful faces of the young ladies, until their heads were all turned up to gape at him in wonder. His underpants were the last to go, their elastic swelling and distending around their newly enormous contents like some obscene pustule before finally rupturing. An gargantuan phallus came bursting forth like an evil alien beast bursting from its cocoon. Flopping down between his legs, it swayed slowly back and forth like a pendulum... one which the eyes of the geisha, going wide, tracked back and forth helplessly.

Finally, the slimy form of Deep Dick was gone forever. In its place stood as a beast of a man, broad in every dimension. His skin was wrinkled like that of an old man, and graying - yet as he rose back up he moved with the vigor of a twenty-year-old and the muscles beneath that wrinkled skin were as broad and defined as those of a bodybuilder.

Saori bowed low, a serene smile on her face - although even she could not keep her eyes from opening up and taking a brief peek at the enormous swaying appendage that was one of several reasons the figure before her had acquired the nickname of The Elephant.

"It is good to see you back in your true form once more, Master Xiang," she said. Rising, she approached him like a reverent priestess coming to put a sacrifice before her idol, her luscious buxom hips swaying gracefully beneath the brief hem of her dress. She put a hand on his broad chest and caressed him tenderly - under the excuse she was checking the completeness of his transformation, after the herbal remedy. “I do so much prefer it,” she admitted.

Big Xiang merely nodded, at her obvious regard.

“Save the ceremony,” he said to his servant. They continued to converse in English, as he had never bothered to learn her language, and despite much motivating discipline to learn she was still terrible with his archaic mainland dialect. “I have a schedule to keep,” he reminded her.

“Yes, master,” she sighed, and turned away from him. “Girls!” she snapped, her soft adoring coo gone in an instant. “Stop lazing about! Get to work!”

Still gaping up and down his body in breathless awe, the geisha nodded slowly - and then obediently came forward in pairs and obediently did their duty. The first two carried soapy sponges which they vigorously and eagerly applied to their lord’s muscular flesh. With delicate strokes, they began wiping away the dirty smell of the slimy little informant that remained after the herbal potion had been undone. They started high and worked low, and as they went down onto their knees to service his midsection the next two stepped forward impatiently. Bending low, this pair coated his new body in cologne, gasping as the heady fumes mixed with the feel of his mighty muscular flesh under their delicate hands quickly seemed to set their sleek young bodies to squirming. Finally the last pair approached, bearing an expensive Italian suit folded atop their palms. He stood still and let them dress him.

All six beauties worked quickly and efficiently, as if they were a crew of technicians arming and loading a gigantic battle robot, preparing it to march forth and conquer. Finally, all six of them ended up clustered at his feet, cooperating to gently lift and shod them in a pair of gleaming alligator shoes. When they were done they knelt in a little ring around his feet, gasping wid-eyed up at their handiwork as he towered imposing above them, like maidens worshiping at the idol of some fearsome modern god. And at last, like loading a payload into a bomber, they hoisted his massive penis up and slid it into his suit, and then reluctantly zipped it away.

Stepping back, they all bowed low. "Are you pleased with us, master?" Saori asked, softly.

"It is… acceptable,” Xiang said. “Now come. It is almost time."

With that he strode away and through another door. Gasping softly, the beauties followed. Trailing in his wake they followed silently through a metal door and through several long and twisting hallways.

Xiang, and the Hung Society of which he was one of the principle enforcers, were newcomers to Beachport. And, just like roving colonizers had once made their first inroads into new well-guarded territories by seizing a convenient bit of coast and building a fortified outpost there, so upon arrival to new shores Xiang had swiftly moved to set up an unassailable stronghold. Hidden underground, in a warren of tunnels that had been used by Chinatowns' smugglers for generations, was a secret palace. Xiang had not built it; rather it had once been the stronghold of a gang whom he had wiped out, taking their girls and their fronts for himself. Maze-like tunnels connected it up to various brothels, strip-clubs and the like at the surface level - including the Golden Palace club, behind which the superheroines had met what they thought to be their informant.

The heroines themselves, whimpering upon their serving trays and their views obscured by the many tasty morsels piled atop their flesh, were at that moment being wheeled round and round a different section of the same tunnels in circuitous routes - until they had no idea where they were.

Xiang and his escort naturally took a much more direct route. Soon enough he swept out into a large underground chamber, which resembled an old throne room - which was convenient enough as during his stay in Beachport that was the role it played for him. The previous occupants hadn't been too particular about the authenticity of the decor and the interior looked like something from an old kung-fu movie. Gaudy gold dragons coiled and battled around scarlet red walls. A big gong stood in one corner, a rack of fake katanas and shuriken glued into place in the other. At the head of the room a tall golden-painted throne was set up on a stone dais, looking like something looted from the Forbidden City itself.

Within the room, in the broad area below the throne, a dozen chairs had been set out in a wide half-circle. The open end of the half-circle faced towards two huge wooden doors on the far wall. And in those chairs sat a dozen men who collectively represented the remaining gangs of Beachport's Chinatown, plus adjoining districts, that Xiang had not already wiped out. On the left sat the men of the Gao Wei Tong, and the Chuon Cong. On the right, the Jin Yu Triad, and what was left of the Yakuza. Each gang had three men present - a senior boss, plus two younger lieutenants to provide backup and muscle.

As was the way of things, these gangs had spent many years alternately allying with one another and fighting viciously against each other for control of various parts of vital underworld turf. Until, that is, Xiang and his cohort had swept in like an extinction-level event - an onslaught only temporarily halted by the cease-fire surrounding this conference.

But despite the fact Xiang entered alone, with only his demure attendants as escorts, none of the other mobsters made any move to rise or turn against him. They watched him - pretending to be cool and at ease, but obviously wary. A couple of the younger ones looked his strange visage up and down, and shook their heads.

“Just a fucking skin condition,” one tattooed Yakuza thug muttered.

Despite the fact they came from rival gangs, the Tong man seated next to him nodded.

“That mystical shit is just fairy tales to keep young thugs in line,” he said.

Their respective bosses promptly turned and gave their lieutenants a sharp look, silently commanding them back to silence - as Xiang reached his seat, in the center of their semi-circular row.

“So, Boss Xiang,” the head boss of the Gao Wei Tong said. “Now that you’ve kept us waiting, are you ready to make your proposal?”

But Xiang shook his head, as he sank into his seat.

“No, no business,” he said. “Not yet. It is not civilized. Never conduct business until after the entertainment is done.”

Despite the tension, a wave of eager chuckles swept around the room, and grins appeared upon most of the mobsters’ lips.

“You mean…” one Jin Yu thug asked.

“They’re really here,” a Gao Wei mobster said.

There had already been some deliberate rumors released, from Xiang’s own men, to help prime the pump - as it were. Indeed, some of the men were only here to see if the crime lord could actually pull it off.

Xiang nodded. “They are getting prepared to enter as we speak,” he said. He nodded down towards his own soldiers. “Did my servants explain the rules to you?”

“Yeah, yeah,” a Jin Yu Triad boss said, impatiently. “We won’t give away anything. After all, it would spoil the show.”

“Then let us not waste time,” Xiang said, and made a hand signal. Saori, waiting demurely by his side, lifted a small microphone discretely to her lips and gave a curt, whispered command.

The doors at the far end of the room immediately thudded open. The criminals sat up in their seats, lapping their chops hungrily, as the most mouth-watering meal they’d ever seen was wheeled out in front of them. The ravishing Valiant Valkyrie, the busty Rebel Belle and the supple Scarlet Sleuth, gliding towards them on fine silver platters… lying helplessly under mountains of precisely-placed sushi. The giggling geishas eagerly wheeled them into the center of the room. Then, in an artfully precise display of their own agile skills, they suddenly shunted the whimpering heroines into a ring and rolled them round and round in a continuous gliding circle. Like a huge-breasted carousel, each nervous sushi-bedecked superheroine swooped again and again past the lapping chops of each and every one of the drooling criminals, letting the leering men get a good long look at the entire delicious menu.

“Gentleman,” Xiang said, walking forward to stand above the spinning trays, gesturing a hand out over them like a master of ceremonies introducing his circus. “It is my pleasure as your host to present to you some of the most beautiful little morsels you will ever enjoy in your entire lives. Oh, and three big-breasted bimbos as well.”

Raucous laughter filled the room, mixing with tiny gasps of startled outrage from the dizzily spinning super-beauties.

Reaching out with his hand to stroke a little lightly caress across each exposed, curvy flank as it slid past, drawing forth yet more gasps and trembles. He smiled, and continued to address the criminals.

“I know that some of you have probably never eaten a meal without chopsticks in your life," he said, "and that some of you are so disconnected from your heritage you probably don’t even remember which end goes where. I will admit - I do not judge either way. While some of my comrades are more formal, I got my start as a bandit in the hills above Yangcheng, and we did not care in the slightest about such things.”

This got an eye roll from some of the younger gangsters, who still did not believe his supposed backstory. But, grinning, looking down upon the laid-out superheroines, Xiang did not seem to notice.

"But it does not matter," Big Xiang continued. "For today? Today we use fingers only, one and all.” So saying, he slid his fingers suddenly up along the sweetly swollen side of Rebel Belle’s mammoth passing breast, plucking a single treat from its surface in the process, and stuffed it down his throat. The act drew a shocked gasp from the busty heroine, whose treat-laden body continued to spin on helplessly around the ring.

The criminals snickered and leered. Soon each held his hand up in anticipation. Beneath them the heroines blinked in horror, tiny irresistible quivers running down their voluptuous bodies as they realized what they were about to endure… But it was too late.

“So, with that out of the way… ganbei!” Xiang cried.

With a flourish he stepped back to his seat.

With fluid grace the geishas broke the little display circle and in seconds had gently slid each heroine up to lie defenseless across the laps of four or five of Beachport’s most filthy criminals . Rebel Belle gasped as she found herself laid out before a mixture of the Gao Wei Tong and Chuon Cong on the left side, and Scarlet Sleuth breathed deep as she found herself laid out before the tender mercies of Jin Yu Triad and the leering Yakuza on the right. Valiant Valkyrie blinked and quivered slightly in trepidation, as she found herself sliding to a graceful halt with her wide buxom hips right in front of Xiang himself, with a few Tong and Triad soldiers sneering hungrily down over her breasts and thighs respectively. The serving women promptly dispersed through the room to tend to the guests’ drinks, as the slavering criminals eagerly dove into the busty superheroines like starving men onto their first meal in months.

“Oh!” Valkyrie gasped, unable to keep herself from blinking in rage, as a Tong soldier’s eager hand slid up the side of her enormous breast, squeezing it slightly before folding around a little morsel and plucking it up off her mammoth cleavage. “How… how dare you?” she breathed. She blinked down in shock as a Triad gangster's hand idly caressed her jiggling tit-flesh, tracing back and forth several times between different treats before finally selecting one and lifting it from her.

“How dare I what?” the first criminal said, smirking down at her as he disgustingly slurped the chunk of blood-red tuna down into his gullet.

“How… how dare you touch me?!” she breathed, her body squirming slightly, helplessly as she was fondled from stem to stern.

“You are here to be touched,” Xiang chastised Valkyrie sharply. "Or have you forgotten?"

The blonde drew in a sharp breath - her gorgeous face blinking up at him, as if she had forgotten. Then, a blush on her cheeks, she turned her head away, her lips closing into a pout - and silently took it, as more and more hands descended upon her silky squirming flesh.

But pretend as she might to endure it, she could not help turning her eyes down and stare in horror, though, as another smirking mobster lifted up and then swooped down for another bite… hands behind his back. “Oh!” Valkyrie moaned, as she felt his piggy lips kissing the silky soft flesh of her belly, as he enclosed his morsel. She watched in revulsion as he lifted back up from her. A little tendril of his criminal drool dripped back down onto her flawless skin, and she moaned in horror and turned her head away, shuddering.

But Valkyrie was not the only one having difficulty controlling herself as evil, mocking hands fondled their way across her body. To Xiang’s right Scarlet Sleuth gasped and squirmed as well, violently enough that a few juicy tidbits slid off her flawless tanned flesh and smooshed onto the silver tray below.

“Be… be gentle with me…” she half cooed, half commanded, blinking up at the smirking eagerly-reaching criminals in shock “I… I am not used to being handled so… so rudely!”

“You’ll get treated however we like, Scarlet Slut or whatever your name is,” a fat Triad mobster snapped right back at her. And by way of demonstration, his sweaty hand palmed her enormous shapely breast and gave it an insolent, mocking squeeze.

“Oh!” Scarlet Sleuth gasped, shocked. “Stop! Stop that!”

“Listen, bitch,” the tattooed Yakuza boss oozed threateningly down at her, “You’d better shut the fuck up and be a good little titty-table for us… or we’re going to pluck more than just food off your body…” And by way of warning he pulled up the hip of her skimpy crimson panties, twisting the little strap around his finger. "By rights, you shouldn't even have these," he growled - and gave the little scarlet thong another threatening tug.

Lying upon the silver tray, Scarlet Sleuth gasped in horror to feel his finger tugging heart-thumpingly at her precious little panties.

“Oh... o-okay!” she quickly gasped, blinking upwards. “I understand…"

The Yakuza thug smirked - and used his tattooed finger to give her panties one last little tug. "That's a good girl," he advised her, and then let them snap up against her flesh - his hand stroking right back up along them to snatch a slice of fine tuna off her silky flesh, instead. A chorus of amused, gloating criminal chuckles washed down over her shapely body, accompanied by more hands doing the same - and Scarlet Sleuth could but squirm slightly and whimper softly, as their rubbing and fondling hands drew bite after delectable bite off her pleasing flesh.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the room, Rebel Belle was scarcely faring better.

One muscular and swarthy Chuon Cong gangster teasingly traced a finger around Rebel Belle’s huge shining red jewel. “Don’t!” she started to hiss, harshly, then gasped and hastily softened to a lilting stripper coo. “Don’t touch that, please,” she sighed, up at him. “It comes loose far too easily…”

“This is a first,” the swarthy thug smirked back, continuing to trace his finger around and around the mighty jewel, nestled sweetly between her giant breasts. “A stripper who gets angry at being stripped?”

Rebel Belle gasped up at him, squirming ever so slightly on her platter. “It’s just,” she finally whispered, blinking earnestly, “My bustier will loosen, and the food will fall off…”

He grinned. “That’s a good enough excuse, I guess,” he said. “For now…” And as the mighty heroine breathed in in fear at those last two words, he slowly slid his insolent hand off her precious jewel. His fingers caressed across the quivering surface of her enormous shapely white breast, making sure to idly flick across her big tender stiffening nipple, until he finally plucked a tasty morsel from the sheer satiny surface of her breast and brought it up to his mouth with a smirk.

And so it continued. All three heroines lay there and obediently allowed the villains to have their way with their helpless, voluptuous flesh. They yipped and moaned at hands tracing along proud and tiny costumes, and lips kissed at silky warm skin. But ultimately they kept their mighty hands resting uselessly by their sides and their big scantily-clad bottoms squirming ever so slightly against their polished silver plates. The gangsters grinned, and enjoyed the finest meal they had ever eaten, taken from the very flesh of their mortal enemies.

"Oh... oh my Goddess..." Valkyrie whimpered, as one grinning mobster ran his tongue repeatedly back and forth over her sleek broad belly - before finally managing to nudge the piece of sashimi he had supposedly been after up out of her belly button, and into his mouth.

"Y-you fiends!" Rebel Belle whimpered as two gangsters - a Tong and Cong man respectively, in a groundbreaking act of cross-gang cooperation - each thoroughly squeezed and molested one of her enormous breasts, as if trying to get milk out of them - in the process of dislodging a few choice morsels that had slid deep down into her cleavage.

Lifting back, the Tong gangster slurped his bit down into his mouth, chewed a couple times, then grinned.

“You sluts should just be grateful Xiang didn’t go with hot pot,” he advised her, through a mouthful of food. Then he slurped it down and dove back in for another bite.

“Oh… g-goddess..” Rebel Belle moaned - and turned her head away in revulsion, as another set of piggy lips descended once more upon her immaculate flesh.

"Agh!" Scarlet Sleuth yelped in shock as one naughty Yakuza finger slipped up under the bowl placed at the apex of her thighs and, supposedly questing for a missing treat, managed to repeatedly caress across her panty-clad pussy. The Sleuth's crimson hands shivered - but managed, just barely, to remain clenched tight to her porcelain bed, refusing to intervene. "Oh... m-Madonna preserve me!" she gasped - as, still feeling the insolent finger caressing her lower lips through her panties, other hands and mouths continued to swarm over her body as if seeking to devour her along with the many treats for which she was the living serving platter.

Gradually - far too slow for the superheroines' liking - the number of morsels resting atop their sleek and scantily-clad flesh began to diminish. One insolent finger-pluck, or disgusting lip or tongue-stroke at a time, their bodies were liberated of one tasty mouthful after another after another. The dense coverings gave way... which had the side benefit, for the leering and increasingly engorged mobsters, of revealing more and more of the succulent skin that had lain underneath. The bowls that rested between their upper thighs and their tits gradually were drained of their contents - 'forcing' the hungry criminals to rub their bits harder and harder into those jiggling crevices, as they sought the savory fluids that lay within.

Finally, at very long last, the entire repast was consumed. The contented and full mobsters slouched around, chuckling, their hands still idly tracing across the squirming, gloriously curved tables.

Valkyrie herself gaped down in horror, her body moving helplessly under the touch of Xiang himself, as he idly fondled the front surface of her tiny silken panties. She visibly struggled against the urge to spit a furious, shouted command for him to stop, choking it back with only the greatest effort.

“Master…” she finally sighed up at him, in a plaintive tone that she very obviously had to spend every ounce of her willpower to maintain, “if you… you are finished with us… should you not return to your business?”

Looking down at the gorgeous blonde laid out before him, Xiang frowned. “You are quite a bold little beauty, to dare tell me my affairs,” he growled.

Valkyrie gasped as she realized she had almost given herself away. Then she gasped again louder, her blue eyes spreading wide - as his insolent finger sunk down between her thighs. But then, Xiang let out a bark of laughter.

"You’re good!” he said. “I might almost believe you really were that haughty cunt, whose costume you wear!”

At the word ‘cunt’ Valkyrie’s mighty arms spasmed with sudden fury - but she once more bit down on her full lip and twisted her beautiful head upon the platter, retorting with nothing but a tiny humiliated moan.

“Such enthusiasm,” Big Xiang said, openly enjoying her movements, “should be rewarded…” And so saying he thrust his fingers suddenly down between her thighs and brutally fondled her tender twat through her little silk panties.

“AGH!” Valkyrie gasped. Her body leaped suddenly, squirming deliciously and helplessly under his attack. Her eyes flashed open in shock. Her mighty gloved hands formed into fists, quivered - and then relaxed and, spreading out, lay flat and trembling upon the tray, even as his finger stroked back up her tender slit through her thin silk panty.

“Th- thank you, Master!” she moaned, blushing in deep humiliation, even her lovely haunches shifted and lifted helplessly under his invasive touch. “Th-thank you!”

A roll of laughter filled the room, delighted with her performance.

Smirking, Xiang withdrew his hand and let her sink slowly back to the silver tray, her body still quivering. “But you are wrong, in any case, my little fake Valkyrie,” he told her, his fingers idly tracing up along the skimpy hip of her little panties. “We are much too full to work, just yet. We must have a show first! Isn’t that right, boys?”

A low chuckle of agreement ran around the room.

Valkyrie gasped up at him, her body still squirming under his touch, and quivering with the aftereffects of his uninvited and as yet unavenged attack upon the delicate space between her thighs. “What… what do you mean?” she whispered.

“Well,” he said. Slipping his finger through the hip of her panty, he yanked it suddenly away and then let it snap back against her silky flesh - hard enough to make her cry out and jerk as if spanked. “You are strippers, aren’t you?”

The wide eyes and gasping expressions that appeared upon Valkyrie and her sisters’ faces, immediately sent another round of dark, eager chuckling echoing through the room.

“C’mon,” he said, chidingly. Spreading out his hand he gave her a swat on the entirety of her curvy exposed flank “Get moving, cow! Get out there and give us a show!”

Her eyes still goggling in horror, Valkyrie obediently lifted her body up off the silver tray and turned to sit, facing the interior of the room. Her two comrades did likewise, under their own rain of prods and chuckling encouragements. Seated upon the trays, they stared at each other for a few seconds, in horror.

This was not the smartest move. Their big, round, scantily-clad asses had up to this point been the only part of their voluptuous bodies that had been safely pressed against the silver trays, out of reach of naughty criminal fingers. Now they had unwittingly presented them, a wonderland of enormous yet tautly rounded ass spreading itself invitingly towards Xiang's smirking guests, their skimpy panties stretching out tight across curvy silky-smooth buttocks. Not even a saint could have resisted such tempting targets, and Xiang's guests were anything but saints. Moments later the gasping pensive heroines jerked and squawked as they each got spanked and goosed by four pairs of rough criminal hands simultaneously. Shrieking, the voluptuous beauties jerked and tumbled forward off the trays, and stumbled helplessly into each other in the center of the room, amidst a storm of cruel, riotous laughter.

Gasping the beauties turned and stood quivering, back to back against each other, staring out at the smirking criminals that surrounded them. Their luscious curves squirmed deliciously against one another. Her body quivering in humiliation under the eager gaze of the watching criminals, Rebel Belle turned her beautiful head and whispered softly over her gorgeous shoulder.

“What… what are we going to do?” she breathed.

“Surely the time has come to attack…” Valiant Valkyrie whispered softly back, even as her fingers caress nervously across the front of her tiny crimson panties. “We… we cannot endure these indignities any longer!”

But the Scarlet Sleuth's jaw dropped at the very idea.

"No!" she gasped, staring in shock back over her shoulder. "If we do that, we will have let them play with our bodies - for nothing!" Her own buxom curves wiggled, as if indignant memory of the innumerable gropes and tongue-slurps said sacred flesh had already endured.

Valkyrie's lip quivered, her own blue eyes going wide in response. Her lips dropped open, as if preparing to speak - but before she could say a word, Scarlet Sleuth shook her head back and forth, emphatically.

"We as yet have nothing on these men," the Crimson Shadow pointed out, in a soft hiss. "Save that they have engaged us to strip for their pleasure... an act which, shameful though it may be, is not yet illegal."

“But…” Rebel Belle whispered, tremulously.

“No buts!” the Sleuth hissed emphatically. “You heard, after we strip they will discuss their plans! Victory is too close to give in now!” She licked her lips and took in a deep breath. “To back off now," she pointed out, "is actually to let them get away with all they have done to us - unpunished!”

The other two heroines bit their lips and whimpered at this. But, bodies squirming in consternation, they clearly could see their dark-haired colleague's point.

“Take it off, sluts!” a greasy mobster from the Gao Wei Tong commanded impatiently.

“Yeah, watcha waiting for?” a Chuon Cong man called. “Get those bikinis on the floor!”

"I agree," Xiang grumbled, his voice cutting across the floor in a dark growl. "What is the hold-up, ladies?"

"Oh!” Valkyrie gasped. For a brief moment, rage contorted her face, at the mobsters' insulting comments. But she quickly got a hold of herself, and with a tiny helpless squirm of her luscious body, she forced a little girlish smile onto her proud, regal face. “Sorry, boys!” she lilted lightly, in her best ‘stripper’ voice. "W-we're just making sure our routines are coordinated!"

Xiang shook his head. "This isn't that kind of dance, bimbos," he told them. "The only thing you need to coordinate is getting those costumes on the floor as soon as possible." Observing them, he smirked slightly. "Perhaps you are disturbed by the lack of culturally appropriate music," he allowed. He turned to Saori, and nodded. Smiling slightly herself, the qipao-clad beauty in turn gestured to a couple of her servants, standing at attention near a distant console. A moment later, the heroines gasped - as an old fashioned, thick seventies-style porno beat began to blare down around them. The mobsters roared with laughter, as the lascivious music seemed to wrap tauntingly around the gaping, blushing superheroines' bodies.

"There," Xiang said. "Now, get those fucking costumes off - or we'll come and rip them off ourselves!"

"He-he wouldn't!" Rebel Belle gasped, squirming.

"We don't have much time," Scarlet Sleuth said.

"Oh.. we don't have a choice!" Valkyrie gasped. And, even as her face gaped in horror, her hands darted up to the V-shaped clasp at the center of her enormous yet overloaded bra. With a single deft, panicked flick of her finger, she snapped it open. Immediately, driven by the enormous pent up force of her gigantic hooters, the titanic cups burst wide apart - letting her pale silky-soft breasts to lunge out and then jiggle delicately before the very leering mobsters who had just dined off of them - who promptly hooted and wagged their tongues eagerly in response.

“C’mon, babes,” Xiang purred, his deep gloating voice rolling down around them. “All of you or none of you…”

“Oh… oh Goddess…” Rebel Belle gasped, as she stared back over her shoulder at her comrade’s gigantic just-revealed jugs in dismay. Despite her earlier reluctance, as she watched Valkyrie’s huge tits sway naked before their filthy foes, any hope of evading the same fate vanished rapidly off her noble face.

“Oh… oh my…” Scarlet Sleuth said. And despite her own arguments for exactly this course, her eyes widened, and she licked her lips - as a sudden look of dismayed doubt crossed her masked features.

But it was too late for either lady to back out now. One by one, blushing and squirming, the two remaining superheroines delicately undid their tops. Scarlet Sleuth opened up and peeled out of her enormous crimson bra, all without removing her trademark jacket - but the tremendous jugs she revealed underneath were more than large enough to keep it pinned as wide open as possible, leaving them exposed in all their glory. Meanwhile, Rebel Belle’s hand caressed nervously round and round her sacred jewel, which for mystic reasons lay nestled at the very center of her straining white bustier. Then, she took a deep breath - making her vastly overloaded cups let out one last straining creak - before she plucked the jewel away… and her wonders as well came spilling out to wobble about on display.

The mobsters cackled and wagged their tongues at her. Rebel Belle blushed - even as she continued to delicately unlace her bustier. Finally, it too came off, and dangled freely in her hand - which also still had her glowing jewel clutched tight in its shivering palm.

"That's a very good start, girls," Xiang said. "Now, bring those lovely tops over and hand them over."

The heroines moaned at this... but having already been called out for their delay, did not want to risk any more uncharacteristic displays of defiance, lest they blow their precious cover. They shivered, and exchanged one last glance with one another, and then nodded.

“Y-yes, masters,” Valkyrie said, as meekly as she could manage.

Then, their bodies swaying gracefully yet timidly, each danced her way back to the very same smirking, leering group of mobsters who had enjoyed eating off her body upon their silver platter. The servant girls had removed the carts in the meantime, to a far wall of the room, so that the spaces were open. Approaching the groups of criminals, the heroines gasped... and then timidly thrust forth their bras. They gasped as the criminals promptly seized hold of the huge-cupped garments, and snatched them out of their hands - rendering them permanently topless. They moaned and, unable to face the sight of the gangsters leering over their latest trophy, turned around.

But, they were hardly going to be allowed to stop there.

"C'mon girl," Xiang growled. "You know what comes next!"

Reaching out, he seized the back of Valiant Valkyrie's noble blue-and-gold thong. The gorgeous Nordic goddess screeched, as her proud panty was suddenly hoisted away from her rounded wiggling butt - and all the mobsters to either side of her bellowed with laughter. Then, her voice rose into a shriek, as Xiang let go, and the panties snapped back into place upon her ass with a loud, punishing 'THWACK!'

"That's right," one of the Triad men gloated, admiring the luscious redheaded form wiggling in front of him. "What kind of strippers stop halfway?"

The mighty heroines hissed, and moaned. But then, once more, they reluctantly nodded. The criminals cackled, as the proud superheroines' hands went to the hips of their little panties. The heroines moaned, as they slipped their thumbs through the tiny straps. Then, one by one, they bent over. They groaned, blushes deepening, as their scantily-clad asses lifting up to present themselves before the leering gangsters only made them hoot and chortle even louder. Bathed in their enemies' laughter, their voluptuous bottoms wiggled helplessly back and forth - as, despite everything, their trembling hands pulled their tiny panties slowly up and over the generous swell of their derrieres and down onto their thighs. The Asian criminals let out a special symphony of delight as each heroine's delicate white pussy came out onto view, glinting at them from between her sleek legs - but still they kept stripping.

At last, the heroines' panties had all settled down into little delicate rings, around their booted ankles. Still enduring the criminals' eager chortlings, they daintily stepped out of them.

“C’mon, sluts,” one Tong man said. He appeared jealous of his partner next to him, who was still admiring the enormous crimson bra he had been handed. “Hand those over too!”

Newly naked, standing over their own panties, the super-strippers gasped at this in horror. And yet, with the precedent already established by handing over their bras, they could not resist. Bending down, they picked up their own bottoms and handed them over.

“Here,” Rebel Belle said, as she offered up her own proud Confederate-flag bikini bottom.

“T-take them!” Valiant Valkyrie hissed - covering her naked breasts, inadequately, with one arm, while her trademark blue-and-gold thong dangled daintily from a single outstretched finger.

The criminals did, gladly - smirking as they relieved their glorious foes of yet another piece of their proud regalia. Then, the heroines moaned. But, with the thumping music still playing, they knew what they had to do. Lifting up their arms, they once more shook and swayed their bodies. Almost entirely naked, right in front of their enemies, they continued to dance - to grind and writhe their curvy flesh for their leering enemies’ pleasure.

But if the heroines thought merely stripping and dancing was going to satisfy their insatiable foes, they were sorely mistaken. One by one, stunned squawks burst from their lips, as in mid-dance criminal hands appeared upon their naked bodies - and began to openly grope and caress them.

“What… what do you think you’re doing?!” Scarlet Sleuth suddenly squealed - as a grubby Asian hand appeared upon her gloriously rounded ass, and gave it a deep squeeze. Her mighty arms, possibly out of shock, remained briefly crossed behind her head - letting her enormous naked breasts slosh before the offending mobster’s face. “Y-you can’t touch me!” she gasped.

But the mobster was unfazed by this assertion.

“You waived that rule way back when you let us eat off this hot body, sweet-cheeks,” he said. As if to drive in his point he gave her ass another squeeze, his fingers driving deep into her gloriously rounded cheek. “We ain’t about to reinstate it, now that you’re offering the bodies themselves,” he pointed out.

Scarlet Sleuth gasped in shock at this - but she did not seem to be able to immediately overcome his logic. However, this was perhaps not because of the qualities of his argument, so much as that a far more threatening attack appeared upon her flesh a moment later.

“Oh!” the mighty Latina gasped as, suddenly, she felt a criminal’s finger appear upon the outer lips of her pussy and stroke along them. But, before she could do a thing about it, it had shoved its way up inside. “Oooh! Mi diosa!” she squealed, as his rough criminal finger penetrated deep up inside her tender, gooey slit.

But the Sleuth was not the only one being so molested in mid-dance.

“Oh… my Goddess!” Rebel Belle yelped, as she felt a leering Triad thug’s finger suddenly begin to stroke along her own slit. She thrashed her head back and forth, her hands forming into fists - but her cover story prevented her, for just a second, from just winding up and decking him.

“You c-can’t touch me there!” she gasped, in outrage.

But, his finger swirling against the Southern heroine’s clitoris, her Asian tormentor merely leered back up at her.

“What kind of stripper can’t handle dancing while she gets fingered?” he asked.

The comment caught Rebel Belle’s breath to catch in her throat - along, of course, with the effects his stroking insolent fingertip was already having on her heartbeat. Given her aristocratic upbringing she had no clue what a stripper might be expected to endure, in a seedy illegal backroom such as this. But the thought of exposing herself, after having already sacrificed so much of her dignity to get this far, immediately terrified her into submission. And this, she told herself deep within her pretty head, was absolutely the only reason she chose to back down - as each stroke of the Asian thug’s finger caused yet more oozing moisture to flood into her delicate white pussy.

“I’m sorry,” she said. She licked her lips, and moaned, while down between her athletic thighs her lower lips spread out around his probing digit. “I… I’ll be good!” she promised.

“See that you do,” her tormentor directed her. “Now, shake those money makers, baby!” And on saying this, he shoved his finger deep up inside her, until it was being squeezed on all sides by tight wet superheroine cunt.

Rebel Belle let out a stunned moan. Yet, even as his finger slid deep, she obeyed. Lifting her arms up she swung her shoulders, letting her huge heavy jugs slosh dramatically back and forth before a sea of her cackling foes. And, with a finger already pounding up mercilessly into her quivering slit, the proud Southern beauty said nothing as a succession of greedy hands began to paw and prod at those huge wobbling jugs, in addition to the ones already sampling her enormous sculpted ass.

Meanwhile, in the center, Valiant Valkyrie found herself no less besieged. Only her golden-crowned pussy was stroked and then slid deep up inside by none other than the thick wrinkly finger of the mastermind himself. Her jaw dropped and she let out a stunned moan, as a far thicker finger than she had expected parted her tender nether gates.

“Oh… oh s-suffering SIF!” Valkyrie squealed, as he drove deep up inside her.

“Something on your mind - my servant?” Xiang asked her - pointedly reminding her who she ‘was’, as the thick wrinkles that coated every inch of his body ran as a series of ridges up and down against her sacred clit.

“Oooh!” Valkyrie gasped. She shook her glorious head back and forth - as those same ridges, running back out the other way, suddenly made it difficult for her to think. Her sleek mighty thighs shivered, to either side of his impertinent invasion. But at last, licking her lips, the stunned demigoddess managed to come up with something, within her pretty swirling head, that would express her objections - and, she hoped, fail to blow her cover.

“It… it’s just that… we do not want to distract you too much, with our bodies… from your business.. S-sire!” she whimpered - each handful of words tumbling out in a gasp, from her trembling lips, in between particularly forceful thrusts of his finger up into her oozing slit.

Xiang chuckled.

“Leave those decisions to men, slut,” he remarked, stroking his finger through her pussy. "Thinking is not what your pretty head is for."

Valkyrie whimpered in response - though only partly because of his comment, or the word that he had chosen for her. Xiang knew five ways to use the touch of the same finger he had inside her to stop a man’s heart. He was currently using every bit of that same finesse to deliver a series of moves just as devastating, in a sexual sense, to the interior of his sworn enemy’s tender and defenseless vagina. Eyes rolling in her pretty head, Valkyrie had no idea what was happening to her - save that she had to fight against an ever increasing urge to do anything and everything Xiang asked her to, with each stroke of deep submissive pleasure she experienced upon his probing finger.

“But… it is true we have much business to get to,” Xiang admitted. Hooking his finger around inside her, he effortlessly located her G-spot, and rubbed it mercilessly. Biting her lips together, Valkyrie shivered and moaned - her brains looking about ready to melt out of her ears. Xiang’s smirk broadened. “However,” he added, “there is a tradition that every stripper who serves in this club must kiss every mobster she danced for, before her performance may be considered complete.”

Valkyrie was already so far gone, she was only able to emit a tiny moan from her quivering upper lips - while a sudden blush spread across her noble cheeks, at the very idea. But, turning her gorgeous red head around, shivering under the less skilled but still quite invasive caresses her own mobster was delivering along the front wall of her cunt, Rebel Belle’s jaw dropped in shock. “There… there is?” she moaned, credulously.

Xiang nodded, and grinned - as a wave of eager chuckles ran around the room.

“It is,” he affirmed. “Now, ladies…” he said. He swept his arm out - and, before the distracted superheroines could put too much of their degraded thoughts into objecting any further, at his signal, several mobsters rose up and, with grins on their lips, reached forward to claim their rightful ‘gifts’.

The heroines gasped… but before they knew what was happening, it was too late. They moaned, as another pair of hands above the many already fondling or fingering them grabbed hold of them, and pulled them closer. Within seconds, their eyes blinked wide as one Asian mobster after another pulled their beautiful heads to his. A huge smirk on their lips, one by one each foul criminal located his stalwart target's luscious red mouth and, slipping his tongue into her, kissed her.

What happened over the next few minutes none of the three white superheroines would ever remember as anything but a disorienting storm of hands, and fingers, and tongues. They bleated in shock but, desperate not to reveal themselves, made no move to resist as they were claimed by one mobster, after another, after another. Their gorgeous eyes blinked up in shock into one leering Asian face, after another, after another - each accompanied by his insolent tongue, caressing and stroking dominatingly against her own. No matter who was kissing her, throughout the experience, her sacred and voluptuous body was besieged by a never-ending series of hands groping her to their hearts’ content. Their giant sculpted asses were fondled and squeezed, at the same time their immense breasts were hefted and stroked, and their sleek supple thighs caressed and pinched. And through it all one vile criminal finger after another after another slid up, unasked and uninvited, to tease and trace and finally to pump into their defenseless pussies.

Through this storm of sensation and exploitation that made their heads reel and their sculpted bellies churn, there was only one constant. As she was kissed, and fondled, and exploited, each focused what very little brain-power her pretty criminal-penetrated head still had left on keeping track of the all-important source of her powers. Rebel Belle kept her shining jewel clutched tight in her palm, squeezed so hard it shivered every time a new tongue slid in to caress across her own. Scarlet Sleuth, though she had divested herself of her bikini, still wore the jacket in which her tiny high-tech hold-out pistol was concealed. Every time a criminal grabbed her gigantic breasts she shivered and looked down… and then relaxed slightly, into her latest kiss, as she felt her jacket still in place, even as gloating hands slid deep up inside it to cup and fondle her enormous natural jugs. And Valiant Valkyrie tensed up, ready to explode into action, every time a hand crept up the small of her back… only to sigh and sink back into her evil paramours’ arms each time it went down to grope and squeeze her jutting ass, rather than making for the clasp of her magic belt.

Whatever their word, whatever the stakes, allowing those precious power sources to be endangered was the one line none of the undercover beauties were willing to cross. Had the criminals gone for them, attempted to seize and relieve them of them as they had done their bras and panties, a vicious and, likely, completely one-sided battle would have instantly ensued. But, sensing the disguised champions’ intense focus on their secret treasures, the criminals never made any attempt to do so - preferring to go for the much more tempting and available targets that were their enormous breasts, and exposed round buttocks, and all the other delightfully vulnerable points upon their sacred and invincible bodies.

At last, Xiang seemed to decide he had had his fill - and, looking around, appeared to observe that the others had as well. The other men, that is - the ladies’ opinions on the matter were, as always, beneath him. He sat back, and gave a signal.

“That’s enough,” he said.

The mobsters got in one last grope, or stroke, or kiss - and then released their lovely ‘strippers’ and sat back as well. The heroines, still trembling in shock, retreated rapidly and instinctively back into the center of the room. There they squirmed, gaping back at the leering foes as if they still could not quite believe what they had just done to them. Their sleek thighs wobbled back and forth - each with extra streamers of moisture now flowing down between them. At the sight of those rivers, the mobsters who had caused them chortled - and took fresh sips of their drinks.

But though they huddled naked, the superheroines could take comfort in one thing. Each of them still had her power source. Which meant that, if it came to it, they could still wipe the floor effortlessly with the lowly criminals before them. Rebuilding their briefly tarnished pride around that thought, each slowly drew herself back up to her full height. Telling themselves that they were but ‘pretending’, they even allowed their thighs to spread back out into their customary power stances, and tiny smirks to spread back across their lips.

“Alright, girls,” Xiang said, addressing the entertainment at last. “That was a very good performance. Now, only one thing remains…”

Despite her restored stance, Scarlet Sleuth lifted a hand to her lips at this. “What… what more could there be?” she asked.

Xiang raised his eyebrows at her impertinence to speak to him so. But, apparently in a magnanimous mood, he shrugged.

“We have had dinner, and a show, ladies,” he pointed out. “Both provided thanks to your lovely flesh.”

The naked champions gasped softly, shivering, at this.

“What do you think comes next?” he asked, gesturing broadly. “Dessert, of course!”

"D-dessert?" Valkyrie gasped, her eyes blinking wide.

"Yes," he said. "Sweets and other delicacies, served just like dinner itself - from off your naked bodies. The last bit of celebration before you will have the honor of serving us coffee, while we turn to the business of men." He directed their attention to the other side of the room.

The three heroines turned around to follow his gaze. They gasped to see the three carts had returned, each now holding an oversized porcelain dish that waited to receive hot round superheroine ass. Behind the carts the pretty serving-women waited, demurely, in their kimonos.

Valkyrie took a deep breath, and then licked her lips. While the prospect of once more being dined off of was not pleasing, the fact that beyond that they would be able to 'serve them coffee' - and thus listen in deviously on every errant word - caused a slightly giddy, eager smile to spread across her lips.

"As... as you wish, master," Valkyrie finally responded - squirming.

Xiang nodded. "Well then," he said, "Get moving, sluts."

So much had their standards changed, the curvy champions barely seemed to notice what he had just called them. Moving quite eagerly, the three stripped, buxom superheroines stood up and approached the carts. The Asian beauties steadied the carts for them, as the heroines climbed up and reluctantly laid themselves down, letting out little gasps and squirms as their hot silky curves pressed down against cold smooth porcelain. The platters were smaller than the full-body silver trays from before, and the heroines murmured in dismay to find their arms, calves and heads hanging off the edges. Then they were distracted from all such concerns, as each looked up to find a sextet of shapely, smirking geishas slinking up to surround her. Each, for reasons they did not yet understand, bore a moist silken cloth.

“Ready, girls?” Saori cooed down.

“Yes!” all three superheroines immediately gasped, staring up mostly at the undersides of the array of kimono-clad racks hovering above them.

“I was talking to my girls,” Saori purred, dryly. She smirked. “I knew you were ready as soon as I looked between your legs…” The heroines gasped, and their thighs squirmed delicately around glistening naked pussies, as if briefly trying to hide their shining shame. But they still gazed up at the looming attendants eagerly, their naked flesh lying there obediently, waiting.

"Before we may lay treats upon you, we first must clean you," Saori advised the heroines. "So, prepare yourselves. Now... begin!"

And as one, the Asian beauties' hands leaped up and, laying their thin cloths upon the sleek sculpted flesh of the curvy Western champions, began to stroke and fondle them as well.

"Oh!" the superheroines yelped, in shock. Even though they had just been subjected to far rougher fondling at the hands of the men, the light touch of the ladies still seemed to surprise and startle them. Their eyes blinked wide, their silky flesh wiggling as if the light touch of slender fingers was tickling them.

"Lay back please," Saori advised, in a throaty purr. Her smirk broadened. "If you can..." she added softly.

Blushing deeply, the American heroines nodded - and did their best to obey. Trying to get a hold of themselves before the leering, chuckling mobsters, they put every ounce of willpower into laying their bodies perfectly flat, and holding them absolutely still, even as they were stroked and caressed.

"That's better..." Saori purred. Then, she looked up. Largely concealed from the superheroines by their jutting kimono-clad bosoms, the other serving girls all shared a glance with her. At a silent, invisible signal, they all nodded. Slowly, one hand at each corner of the cart detached from the wiggling flesh lying atop it, and reached up underneath. Already beset by many such hands, and distracted by the strange feelings flowing up and down within their already sopping pussies, the Western heroines do not notice a thing. Gradually, the slender hands emerged back out from under the carts - each holding a heavy manacle attached to a shining steel chain. The chains clinked slightly, but the sounds were indistinguishable from the clinking of the surrounding mobsters’ drinks. Slowly, the rings slid up and then quietly closed around the unguarded wrist or slender ankle of a different obediently recumbent superheroine. Almost simultaneously, they all locked into place.

"Now!" Saori said. With an eager cackle, she reached up underneath the central cart and flicked an unseen switch. The distracted heroines cried out in shock as the powerful electric winches hidden away under each cart suddenly sprang to life, brutally pulling each girl’s hands and ankles hard down under the table in the space of a single second.

At the exact same time, acting on the same signal, one pair within each group also went after a very special task. Having carefully covered it in soap in advance, so that her grip was weakened, two pounced upon Rebel Belle’s unprepared gloved hand and, taking advantage of her squealing and distracted state along with the soap they had carefully poured into her grip, managed to pop it right out of her trembling fist. Though she was already done for the moment she was put in chains, just to be sure - and to add insult to injury - two more dove down along the side of the Scarlet Sleuth’s immense cleavage and, locating the hidden high-tech pistol the criminals had spotted almost instantly, swiftly tugged it away to leave the squealing heroine disarmed. And, last but not least, Saori dove her own hand down personally and, tearing open Valkyrie’s belt, jerked it out from around the blonde heroine’s naked wasp-like waist.

It all happened so fast, to the heroines it seemed to take but an instant. One moment they were being serviced. The next they were squealing, as their hands and ankles were dragged back up under their shining plates - and the precious sources of their power were suddenly being dangled, tauntingly, over their naked and helplessly squirming flesh.

“D-dio mio! No!” Scarlet Sleuth gasped, as she stared up in horror to see her own high-tech pistol dangling from a single delicate finger, swaying back and forth. Beneath it her sleek curvy body squirmed desperately - but, having been chained, accomplished absolutely nothing… save to make a little bit of moisture dribble up out of her naked pussy, and run down onto her porcelain-polishing buns.

“Oh! No! NO!” Rebel Belle moaned. Her eyes blinked up in stunned shock at the sight of her own jewel, glowing above her. Her own aristocratic body thrashed vigorously - but also accomplished nothing save to make the huge white breasts between which her jewel had once safely nestled wobble and bounce violently before her leering and triumphant enemies.

“S-suffering SIF!” Valkyrie squealed, her blue eyes blinking in shock, as she saw her precious golden belt dangling down above her own belly. “H-how could you do this?!” Her body lifted up and wiggled violently as well - but, now chained down firmly, she too did nothing but to give the criminals an excellent view of her sculpted buns wobbling about below her, to go with the spectacular glimpses she had already been providing of her divine figure and her own immense bust.

Instantly, the criminals broke out into a storm of delighted, roaring laughter. Showing their true loyalties, the geisha also could not resist pointing downwards to the mighty Western superheroines they had themselves just effortlessly defeated, and released a storm of piercing and mocking giggles.

“Oh!” Valkyrie gasped, struggling with the fury of a tornado against her chains and accomplishing nothing save to set her huge breasts shimmying and shaking deliciously. “Oh! What is this?” Beside her, barely visible to her through the forest of smug, coke-bottle-curvy geishas, her two comrades moaned and struggled, equally uselessly. “What is the meaning of this?” she demanded.

“What do you think, you stupid bitch?” Xiang asked, rising from his seat.

A moment later it was Scarlet Sleuth who finally put two and two together.

“You… you know who we really are?!” the Crimson Crusader moaned, twisting about and gaping in horror, as the laughter continued to roar and rumble all around her.

“Of course!” Xiang chuckled back. He strutted out towards their trapped, uselessly-struggling forms, as the chortles of his guests finally died. Soon he came to stand just behind Valkyrie’s little cart, his thighs spread wide. The Golden Goddess stared up and gasped in horror as his crotch loomed over her beautiful head. Her eyes widened, slightly, as for just a second she got the impression of something vast and sinister within... but then she shook her blonde noggin, refusing to believe that what she had seen was real.

“We’ve known the whole time!” Xiang purred, looking down at her.

“That double-crossing rat!” Rebel Belle seethed. She threw her head back and gave her chains a heroic surge of force… only to make her naked body shimmy and squirm deliciously. “The little worm… he set us up!” she hissed through grit teeth. Amused laughter washed over her as her luscious body gave in and collapsed back into her little porcelain dessert tray, defeated.

“I wouldn’t be so sure…” Xiang chuckled, and gave a silent signal to his girls. Seconds later, a tapestry on the wall slid open, revealing a large video screen. It lit up, and the heroines gasped as their greasy little snitch appeared on it… tied to a chair, gagged, and sweating like a pig. He saw the camera and bleated at it miserably through his gag.

The heroines, chained down naked on their backs, stared up at the screen in open-mouthed horror.

“He… he didn’t betray us?” Valkyrie softly whispered, squirming. “But then that means…oh, oh no!” She turned her eyes up and glared at Xiang past his crotch. “How long have you known about him?!” she demanded, quivering buxomly between his thighs. “Tell me!”

“Months,” he replied casually, with a smirk.

Valkyrie groaned. She closed her eyes and turned her head flat against the table, unable to bear the sight of his triumphant smirk.

“But…” Scarlet Sleuth gasped, craning her head to stare up at him in shock. “He was such a good source! We captured three shipments on account of him, and put a dozen of your men in jail!”

“Crumbs! Mere crumbs!” Xiang laughed. “Bait to lure you deeper into my trap…”

He reached down and idly caressed his fingers over the vast curvy surfaces of Valkyrie’s massive breasts, and she gasped helplessly under his touch.

“For every worthless decoy I handed you, I was able to brazenly steal a dozen priceless treasures from right behind your lovely brightly-colored bottoms. For every one of my men you’ve arrested, you’ve removed a hundred of my rivals. I’ve made you dance like my puppets to my every whim! Pretty little heroines, working their hot little asses off for my pleasure… and my profit.”

And so saying, he slipped his caressing fingers up and gave Valkyrie’s big warm pink nipple a tight, lingering squeeze.

“Oh! How dare you!!!” Valkyrie gasped, tucking her chin against her sculpted shoulder and trembling with fury.

“Can… can he see us?” Rebel Belle non-sequitur-ed in a worried whimper, staring up at the screen. The flickering light of the screen played across her silky creamy curves like cold, squirm-inducing ghosts.

Xiang just smirked, evilly. The other two heroines blinked up at the screen and gasped in sudden, dawning horror. Apparently, being main dessert at a mobster feast was one thing… being seen naked and in chains before one’s own greasy, pathetic little informant, quite another. Xiang refrained from telling them the video had been recorded quite some time in the past.

“You… you planned this!” Scarlet Sleuth seethed, craning her head to glare up at him… anything to take her eyes off the pathetic loser eyes she thought were still washing over her body. “You lured us here on purpose!”

He laughed. He released Valkyrie’s tit from his palm, and instead caressed lightly round and round it as she squirmed. “Hardly,” he purred back to Scarlet Sleuth, as idly switched from one finger teasing around Valkyrie’s big tender nipple, to the next wrinkled finger, to the next. “I merely knew the schedule of your contacts to the second… and at the exact right moment, told my pet snitch how desperate I was for three nice little superheroine-shaped playthings. The rest of the magic came from you, and your delightfully empty and predictable bimbo brains.” So saying, he withdrew his last finger from Valkyrie’s gigantic jiggling breast, giving her one last mocking flick of his middle finger right on her sensitive nipple.

“Oooh!” she gasped, turning her head and staring up at him with hellfire in her beautiful eyes. But, though she glared at him in fury, for the moment, her lips remained otherwise silenced.

“But first,” Xiang continued, not bothering to look at her as he slid his hands back off Valkyrie and gesturing up at the screen, “Now that I have you in my clutches, I’m afraid my pet traitor has just become… obsolete.” As he spoke two burly Chinese thugs stepped into the frame from either side. They were visible only from the chest down, their beefy arms gently cradling a rotary saw and power drill respectively. The slimy informant stared at the hardware in abject terror. His desperate pleading moans were muffled by his gag. Suddenly, a dark stain appeared on the front of his pants, and started to spread.

“Oh… oh, Goddess no!” Valkyrie moaned, twisting in her bonds, as the flickering blue glow upon her writhing body suddenly burst into bright, roiling reds. Xiang forced her head back towards the screen, making her watch. The three helpless heroines struggled and screamed out in horror as a series of ever-more-terrifying and nightmare-inducing noises poured out over their naked bodies. Rebel Belle whimpered and squealed like a huge-breasted teenager at her first gory movie. Scarlet Sleuth turned her head and shuddered, but was unable to take her eyes off the screen, her luscious thighs rubbing together in sympathetic terror. Valkyrie blinked and moaned, and at each gut-wrenching moment she pulled helplessly at her bonds, struggling uselessly.

Finally, it was over. The two thugs pulled the bloody, unrecognizable remains up out of the chair, and dismissively tossed them forward, through the bottom of the frame, to land on the floor with a sickening squelch. They turned and walked casually away, bits of various body parts sticking to their tools, and the screen flickered and died, leaving the heroines squirming in near darkness, their silky creamy flesh tingling and shivering in helpless dread.

“Oh!” Rebel Belle squealed, as having stepped over during the show Xiang's rough hand suddenly appeared out of the darkness to squeeze her enormous jiggling breast, hefting it from the side.

“Did you enjoy the show, ladies?” he asked.

“You’re… you’re a monster!” Valkyrie gasped, struggling. Scarlet Sleuth tucked her chin against her shoulder, and shuddered. Rebel Belle just whimpered and squirmed as he fondled her.

“No? Well, don’t worry then.” He ran his fingers over Scarlet Sleuth’s athletic belly, and then lifted them up and inspected them, like a drill instructor finding fault with a cadet’s bunk. "Your fates will be far more… exquisite…” They moaned and shuddered in horror… their pussies glistening between sleek, nervously quivering thighs.

“But first,” he said, removing his hands from their bodies with one last flourishing caress, and walking out from between them, “before pleasure, must come business. Gentlemen, the time has come for us to make our negotiations.”

The heroines gasped in astonishment… but their voices were completely drowned out by the furious, disbelieving bellows of the outraged criminals. Now that the game was exposed, they were naturally champing at the bit to swoop down and make sport with the helpless superheroines. But Xiang held up both arms, like a demagogue at his podium, and slowly they subsided into dangerous, impatient muttering.

“Believe me, men, I understand your eagerness,” he said. “But really, how could we pass up the opportunity to conclude our business… upon the best conference table the world has ever seen?” And on cue, three geishas stepped forward, and shoved the heroine-carts together. Rebel Belle and Scarlet Sleuth ended up lying side-by-side, and Valkyrie lay lengthways above their heads, forming a perfect rectangle in the center of the room… a heavenly rectangle composed entirely of a shifting sighing sea of giant jiggling titflesh, nervously squirming legs, beautiful faces, and so much silky jiggling heroine flesh it nearly beggared the eye to comprehend.

Quite a few of the gangsters snickered, and lapped their chops at the sight… but they still looked skeptical. Impatient men by nature, the mobsters’ balls were getting bluer than their dark suits, and they were more than ready to unleash that pent up enthusiasm within the helpless bodies of their long-time enemies.

“Are you crazy?” one thug demanded, disbelieving, “Three super-cunts lying right there, all glistenin' and shit - and you want us to talk business?!”

“Now, now,” Xiang said, unperturbed by his objection, or by their discontent in general. “What do you take me for, a fool? I planned for this contingency. Girls?”

At his call, three smiling geishas strutted forward wearing beauty-queen smiles, each bearing a delicate little pair of wireless headphones like prizes on a gameshow.

“Of course we can’t bore our pretty little ladies with men’s talk,” he said. “I had the courtesy of preparing a special treat, just for them. Why don’t we hear a sample?”

At a signal, Saori lifted her microphone and whispered another command. The air was immediately filled with a symphony of moaning feminine passion. Gasps of awe, squeals of joy, groans of conquest, coos of adoration and sighs of pleasure all blended together into a melody as magical as any man had ever heard. The heroines seemed to find it less appealing, squirming and moaning in humiliation… though this did not seem to make their visibly excited breasts any less engorged, nor their already wet pussies any less hot and ready.

“Do you like it?” Xiang asked down to them, smirking in amusement. At their confused, suspicious blinks, his smug smile grew wider. “It’s very special. The voices of dozens of beautiful, virtuous, promising young women of this fresh new country… each learning how much more fitting it is to be a drug-addicted prostitute in our stable. Each and every one taken while these big-breasted, bikini-clad heroines were running around collecting my shit droppings!”

Most of them had learned this lesson from Xiang personally - not that he felt it necessary to mention that little detail.

“Oh! Oh Goddess!” Rebel Belle moaned, squirming in horror.

“You beast. You beast. You beast!” Valkyrie hissed, her fists balling uselessly beneath her little tray.

“Glad to hear you enjoy it. Girls, if you please…” Smirking, the geishas strutted forward. The heroines glared and seethed and squirmed, but ultimately could do nothing to prevent the little headphones from being slipped over their cute little ears, turning the laughing criminal world around them into a pantomime and simultaneously sealing them in a phantasmagoria of feminine humiliation, pleasure, and defeat. Moments later, ball gags were stuffed between their luscious pink lips, to make sure no one had to endure their tiresome prattle any longer either.

“That’s pretty fucking great, Xiang,” one Tong thug said, smirking down at the heroines’ furious yet impotent, unhearing faces. “But sorry… I still just wanna fuck the fucking sluts!”

“Now, now,” Xiang said, drawing a stoppered glass vial from out of his suit. Inside was a fine powder, of a pale and sickly green tint. It glowed, faintly. “You know the rules. You don’t get to enjoy the salesman’s generosity without hearing his pitch.”

“Is that…”

"Warp. Yes,” Xiang said. He shook the designer drug around in its vial, and then looked up. "With this stuff," he said, "you won't have to fight for scraps in Chinatown. The entirety of Beachport will come marching up, to lie down and spread its legs for you. Quite soon the entire city will be ours, and from there..." Xiang shrugged, as if to imply the horizons beyond that could also be conquered. "But that's not all," he said. "With the right dose, it will make even the most beautiful of women into your slaves, and allow you to fuck them like gods."

There was some chortling at this - but several of the mobsters still looked skeptical. So, Xiang smiled.

"Of course, there's no need to take my word for it," he said.

He popped the cork with a flourish, and poured out a healthy little dollop onto his fingertip. Two waiting geishas stepped forward and eagerly took doses on their delicate fingers as well. They gasped at the powder, and licked their lips in open and unfeigned hunger. Then, catching a look from him, they nodded, and, fingers trembling slightly, managed to avoid temptation to lift them and partake themselves.

He lowered the little dollop of pale-green powder down and waved it in little circles in front of Valkyrie’s face. Her eyes stayed glued to it, unblinking. She could clearly guess what it was easily enough, and bleated angrily into her slobber-coated ballgag. With a grin, Xiang put a hand under her chin, holding her beautiful head still, and slid the pile of drugs up under her cute little nose.

Shivering naked in her bonds, Valkyrie puffed out her cheeks and held her breath.

“Now, now, be a good girl and take your medicine,” he chided her - not that she could hear. He looked up. “Saori, why don’t you try and encourage her?”

Smirking, the lovely Asian beauty strutted over, her large breasts jiggling deliciously in her qipao, and, with a showy flourish, slipped her hand down between the heroine’s thighs. Valkyrie squirmed, her eyes spreading wide and suddenly looking less defiant. Saori’s skillful fingers delicately traced around Valkyrie’s fragile pink flower, before peeling her gently open and slipping inside. At the other two carts, two more geishas strut forward to follow suit with her curvy comrades.

All three heroines squirmed and whimpered helplessly beneath the light, relentless touch between their legs. They struggled desperately to keep their mewling breaths soft and shallow, barely stirring the waiting sickly-green powder.

Finally, almost as one, Saori and her two lieutenants withdrew their hands, stepped over to stand at the foot of the carts, and rested their delicate hands upon the heroines' squirming thighs. They bowed low, as if saluting a senior Japanese businessmen… and, smug smiles upon their faces, slipped their tongues dexterously up into moist, quivering, defenseless superheroine pussy.

As servants of the Hung Society, they had been well-trained in the delivery of pleasure - all forms of pleasure. Blinking in staggered stricken disbelief, the heroines wriggled pathetically, convulsed… and then, unable to resist any longer, they gave in. They squealed like warbling sorority sluts into their ball gags and then, spent, had no choice but to suck up huge lungfuls of air… snorting up every last trace of the waiting drugs into their classically sculpted little noses.

Snickering, the geishas gave the heroines’ pussies one last parting tongue-flick, and then rose back up. Standing over their conquered counterparts, they gave one last simultaneous mocking bow. Then, they turned and strutted off. Beneath their swaying kimono-clad bottoms, the Westerm heroines were already sighing and blinking in disoriented wonder, as their heads began to dance. They moaned and shivered desperately, trying to fight it, but it was obvious to all that they were losing quickly, overwhelmed by the powdered pleasure slowly filling their beautiful bodies.

“Ah,” Xiang sighed, as he stood over the buxom heroines as they slowly succumbed to his illicit weapon, right before the smirking gangsters' eyes. “Almost makes you wish we could advertise, huh? How’d you like to put that on the side of the container? Endorsed by Valiant Valkyrie. Rebel Belle approved.” He smirked, as the watching mobsters chuckled. The squirming heroines realized they were being mocked somehow, and glared defiantly… but their gaze was unfocused, their heads swaying, like drunken sorority sluts taking fleeting offense at being asked to show their tits moments before giving in and doing it anyways.

“But," Xiang said, "you shouldn't take their word for it, either…” On cue, two geishas approached from behind him, holding larger flasks of Warp.

With grace and efficiency, the dutiful Asian beauties swiftly traced thin, curling lines of very slightly moistened powder down the bodies of all three superheroines. The heroines bleated and glared and squirmed, but they were tied down too thoroughly to resist.

“Gentlemen,” he said, gesturing invitingly.

The waiting mob bosses stared down at the undulating, curvaceous bodies lying before them, torn. They were much too smart to take strange drugs from their enemy, but… the presentation was staggering, and their balls were very very blue.

Finally one particularly young and reckless Triad thug cracked a grin, and scooted his chair up to the foot of Scarlet Sleuth’s tray. “What the heck?” he laughed, a levity in his voice that tried and failed to hide his deep throbbing frustration. Too eagerly, he put a hand on her luscious, mighty thigh, and then lowered his face down to her silky creamy skin. With a huge grin on his lips, he traced his nose teasingly along the squirming superheroine… eagerly snorting a long curling trail of narcotics off her supple valiant skin.

“Hey, not so fast! Don’t snort it all!” the Yakuza thug next to him suddenly growled, as the heroine-sniffing pioneer veered his head up off Regina’s thigh and onto disputed territory upon her flat toned belly, his course wavering up towards her luscious navel. “Leave me some, you pig!” The second man angrily shoved the first’s head aside… and eagerly dove down himself, his nose swooping in like a vulture onto Valkyrie’s languidly and ineffectually squirming body.

This fully blew open the dam of distrust: within moments, every last mobster on both sides of the room was rushing forward to partake of Xiang's latest buxom offering. Not one of them bothered to ask for a straw, a rolled up hundred, or any other traditional implement of inhalation: all were far too eager to get their faces right down into jiggling super-drug-decorated super-curves. The heroines thrashed and moaned in drunken dismay. But they could do nothing to stop the exploitation of their defenseless bodies, in which their busty jiggling flesh served as the humiliating centerpieces of an after-school special gone horribly, horribly wrong.

A couple of the mobsters moved too slowly, and finding the heroines' bodies snorted clean of even the tracest residues, they immediately raised a hue and cry of outrage. But two geishas were standing at the ready, smiling like cocktail waitresses and clutching big bottles of narcotic sweetly against their bosoms. Stepping in like the well-trained servants they were, they dutifully laid down a second artful pattern upon the creamy naked flesh of the living ‘tables.’ The heroines thrashed and squealed again, louder... but all this did was give the smirking criminals a more deliciously jiggling surface from which to consume their second round of narcotic pleasures.

Soon, all the assembled mobsters, regardless of gang, were slumped back and gaping at the ceiling in awe, as Xiang's specially engineered drug worked its magic on their central nervous systems. A few idly traced their hands along squirming heroine bodies; most didn’t have the energy, or the presence of mind, to do even that. “Wow…” more than one groaned, minds blown out their ears.

The heroines were even further gone. They sat in the center of the satisfied criminal throng, blushing in humiliation… though their languidly blinking eyes barely seemed to even realize where they were. They shivered and quivered weakly, no longer fighting with their bonds, their luscious fleshy curves undulating languidly.

Scarlet Sleuth pressed her thighs together and stared up at the ceiling, as the hateful song of defeat tickling at her ears transformed into a siren’s song of helpless pleasure, her tender nipples quickly becoming massively and delicately engorged. Rebel Belle stared cross-eyed at a tiny bit of drug the criminals somehow missed, perched at the very tip of her breast, squirmed, sighed longingly, and squirmed again. Valkyrie glared defiantly and haughtily… an effect somewhat spoiled by the fact that her defiance mostly seemed to be focused at something invisible a few inches in front of her lovely face. But with her usual iron inhibitions lying in tatters, her lovely eyes got openly distracted by any strutting geisha ass that strayed nearby... and stealing appreciative glances up and down Xiang's own mighty evil body.

The towering, broad-shouldered crime lord was the only one who had not partaken. All the other criminals - from Cong to Triad and Tong to the Yakuza - were now blitzed out of their gourds.

Smirking, Xiang sat down next to Valkyrie, waiting for everyone to come back down from the stratosphere. She blinked up at him without turning her head, her face cutely befuddled behind her gag and mask. He grinned, reached down and caressed her shimmering golden-haired head. “I like you better like this, golden-haired bitch,” he said. She murmured softly with pleasure. His caress soon slid down to her huge breasts and luscious curves, and she squirmed and tilted her head back and cooed in delight, reveling in his dark exploiting touch.

It took a while, but finally everyone started to drift back down from their personal little heavens. Xiang truly knew it was time to move on when Valkyrie went from squirming and sighing in delirious pleasure as his fingers caressed teasingly around her erect nipples, back to glaring and bleating up at him in impotently threatening outrage, seemingly in a single drug-laced breath.

“Well, gentlemen?” he said, standing back up.

“That was… pretty good…” one of the thugs said, shaking his head and blinking wide to try and clear it.

“It was fuckin amazing…” groaned another, his hand still trembling uncontrollably.

“So…. So what exactly we talking here?” the Triad boss growled. “You… you obviously offering some kinda deal… so spit it out!” He tried to sound tough and businesslike, but spoiled the effect with a drunken slur in his speech, and the fact his eyes kept shifting between Xiang and a space of empty air two feet to his left.

“It’s a simple choice," the hulking mobster replied. "No more fighting over table scraps. You swear fealty to the Hung Society. Through an intermediary. Namely me. And then, rather than fighting, we divide the city up fair and square.”

Despite their drug-induced haze, the rival mobsters lurched and bugged their eyes out at the merest suggestion. They shouted and growled their objections at him all at once, their voices mashing together into one giant verbal stew of tough-guy bullshit: everything from expressions of shock at his naivete, to veiled threats against his personage, to detailed directions for how to find the location where he could stick it.

Xiang waited patiently through all of their objections, and then shrugged his massive shoulders.

“Yes, yes... I expected as much. But, I do not think you have thought this through. I have already mentioned the drugs. But I do not think you are really aware of what the White Lotus is capable of. Perhaps a demonstration..."

Xiang snapped his fingers. The doors swung open, and the two burly thugs from the video sauntered in. Each was dragging along a bound, disheveled man.

“What is the meaning of this?!” the Yakuza boss yelled, jumping to his feet.

“What have you done to my lieutenant?!” his Tong counterpart bellowed, also leaping up from his seat.

But, it is not just the mobsters who reacted violently. The deaf heroines’ eyes grew large at the sight of the two, and they squirmed and bleated with horror. Moments later, they realized their error and collapsed back, blushing, but it was too late. The fate of the two undercover officers had been sealed.

“A gift,” Xiang said, as the two doomed cops were thrown to their knees. “A demonstration of the benefits of working with the Hung Society of the White Lotus.”

The thugs tightened their grip on the collars of the kneeling men, threateningly. It was all that was required: the two men had already had every ounce of resistance beaten and drugged out of them. In dull voices they confessed, and started rattling off the busts and convictions they were responsible for. The two offended mobsters sank back to their chairs.

"How?" one of them asked.

Xiang shook his head. "The Hung Society does not reveal its secrets," he said. "But it does share the benefits with those who are loyal."

The Tong boss shivered, his face contorting, as he contemplated the situation. The benefits were obvious - as was the implied threat, if he refused.

“Alright, I’m in,” he said, at last. His Yakuza counterpart, glaring murderously at his own traitor, merely nodded.

But the other two gangs did not yet seem convinced. With half of their potential allies in any united front against Xiang already gone over to his side, their position was bleak. And yet, they were fiercely truculent men by nature, who would not give up their independence easily. They seethed silently, and glared - still torn on which way to fall.

Xiang barely seemed to notice this.

“Alright,” the gigantic broad-shoulder boss said. “Then with that, we might as well begin divvying up territory.”

Holding out a hand, he received a large black felt tip pen from a waiting geisha. Two of them stood at the ready at his sides, in their lovely kimonos, holding an array of colors for his convenience. Smirking, Xiang strutted forth and then leaned out over the squirming heroine table.

“First things first,” he said. “The Hung Society will claim for itself… the museum district. There are several artifacts there of interest to us.” Reaching down and slowly drawing a thick dashed line around the lovely tip of Valkyrie’s huge right breast, then labeling it in large, neat characters. “And the Chinatown docks, of course - to permit further imports,” he added, marking off a large chunk of her sculpted shoulder.

Valkyrie stared down at her ink-marked body, glared up at him, and then glared back at the markings. She had no clue what was going on… but she knew she didn’t like it.

The Triad boss smiled, as he realized Xiang’s game. Standing up, he reached out a hand, and received a marker from a geisha, who smiled like a game show hostess as she delivered it. “Well, I want… the Southside Projects,” he said, leaning down to claim a portion of Rebel Belle’s spectacular leg. “And…” he said, grinning, moving the pen higher.

“Hey! You better not be touching the milk factory!” the boss of the Chuon Cong growled, from just a little ways down the Southern heroine’s sleek leg - glaring warily as the pen neared a particularly sensitive part of Rebel Belle’s anatomy.

“No pay, no play,” Xiang said.

The mob boss growled for a moment, and then shook his head. “Fuck it,” he said, and standing up, signalled the geisha to hand him another pen.

A few minutes later, every last mobster in the room was arguing furiously over the squirming bodies of the heroines, felt-tip markers in hand. Scarlet Sleuth’s giant tits turned out to be particularly fought over, wiped clean and redrawn a half dozen times, and ended up with multicolored jigsaw patterns running over every inch of their lovely jiggling surface. Valkyrie’s pussy also just happened to coincide with a very highly desired region. A series of increasingly unnerved yet outraged expressions appeared upon the mute woman’s face, as she watched five men gesture and argue furiously over her snatch. She bleated and squirmed, nearly apoplectic with rage. The criminals looked at her, laughed, and then went back to arguing even more furiously than before. A random street corner in the financial district got fought over furiously, simply because it ends up being represented by Valkyrie’s tender little clit, giving each mobster an excuse to rub his fingertip violently across it at least once.

Rebel Belle, meanwhile, watching her body get divided up, appeared to take a more fearful interpretation. She watched with moist, terrified eyes as her enormous left jug got marked off for a huge Triad thug, then turned her head up and bleated up at him plaintively. He smirked, stroked her scarlet-haired head reassuringly… then reached in with the pen and grinned as he marked off the St. Ives University campus on the left half of her forehead. Meanwhile, Scarlet Sleuth craned her head forward enough to see the words “Toll Road” printed under a wavy line pointing towards her cunt, and bleated indignantly into her gag.

Finally the entirety of Beachport had been divided up upon the silky flesh of its three stalwart champions. Grinning, Xiang produced a real map, and the newly negotiated spheres of influence were duly transferred in permanent ink. Using the heroines’ squirming bodies as a table led to some awkward writing, but was deemed well worth it by all participants. Soon, he rolled up the map with the new order of Beachport’s underworld on it, and handed it off to Saori for safekeeping. The other geishas passed around glasses of baijiu, and amidst calls of 'ganbei' the new criminal colonizers toasted the division of the spoils over the naked wriggling bodies of the mighty superheroines upon which it had been settled.

“Pleasure doing business with you gentlemen,” Xiang said. Then he smirked. “Now, speaking of pleasure, as our business is complete, I believe the time has finally come to celebrate our compact… by doing to the supposed paragons of American justice what we’ve all been aching to do for so very very long.”

A low, evil, gloating chuckle ran around the room, as the mobsters leered down at the squirming beauties. They blinked up at them above their quivering gagged lips. Even through the moaning symphony playing in their little ears, they sensed the shift in the room’s tone.. and shivered in trepidation.

Xiang motioned the men back. The mutual suspicion between them having been entirely drowned under the combination of booze, drugs, and their shared opportunities to exploit white superheroine flesh, they split into little congenial groups. Members of all four gangs mixed and chatted idly, as they eagerly watched the voluptuous kimono-clad servants slip back in to prepare the evening’s final, ultimate entertainment.

Kneeling down the geishas detached the chains that bound the heroines’ wrists and ankles beneath the carts. With slaps and prods and sheer force of numbers, the smirking Asian beauties forced the furiously squirming superheroines up onto their feet. They turned the buxom American superheroines around to face their leering audience. The heroines struggled, but were ultimately helpless to resist, their drugged and depowered bodies held and controlled with ease by the much larger numbers of unimpaired captors. A mass of slender little hands gripped them by their straining arms, their wide fertile hips, and crossed wrists, keeping the furious white heroines firmly in line. Saori stepped forward, inspected the glaring heroines with a little smirk, and then personally removed their headphones and their slobber-slathered gags. Then she stepped back with a flourish, like a Japanese game show hostess unveiling the grand prize to her audience.

Finally able to speak, Valkyrie opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, her rage so great that words failed her.

Scarlet Sleuth found her voice first, instead. “You fiends!” she snarled. “What have you done to my body?!” She struggled mightily but uselessly against the hands holding her, her lovely fleshy body jiggling violently. The marked criminal territories undulated with her swaying breasts and wiggling hips and thighs like a jigsaw puzzle painted upon the heaving sea.

“What did you put inside of us?!” Rebel Belle demanded. “That had better have been baking soda, or… or…” she sputtered, as she choked on the mere thought of what might be swirling right now below her luscious lustrous skin.

“That’s right!” Valkyrie said, finally finding her melodious voice. “You’re in big, big trouble!” She smiled smugly. “But… but not nearly as much as you’ll be if you don’t let us go right now!”

At their defiance, Xiang merely shook his head.

“Put them on their knees,” he told his girls.

The superheroines were in no position to resist. A moment later their voices rose into shrieks as, as one, the grinning Asian beauties holding them slipped their feet out from under them, and slammed them forcefully down onto their knees.

“Oh!” Scarlet Sleuth gasped, her huge breasts bouncing massively as she slammed down onto the floor. “You fools! You evil, monstrous fools!”

“You’ll never get away with this!” Rebel Belle vowed bravely, kneeling before her smirking captors. “We will never give in to you!”

“Yes!” Valkyrie said, grim determination in her voice. “You dare make sport with superheroines?! You think us beaten? We are never beaten! Lay a finger on us, and you'll never get it back!” Her two comrades, kneeling to either side of her, nodded their emphatic agreement, glaring threateningly.

Xiang looked down at them and laughed. "Now that's the spirit we like to see," he said, admiring the furious glares of his kneeling, helpless foes. “But,” he said, looking up, “that also has been accounted for. Girls?"

Smirking, as the rest concentrated on holding the depowered crime-fighters in place, three smirking geisha leaned out from the pack - each holding a black leather blindfold in her slender fingers. The heroines gasped as these were slipped down over their pretty heads, and tugged down over their eyes, but they could do nothing to stop it. In seconds they were kneeling both naked and blind. Their bodies shivered and their faces darted cutely this way and then that, unseeing, as laughter rolled around them.

Xiang crouched down in front of them, and smiled.

“Now listen well,” he told them. “Those two undercover cops? They were very brave, weren’t they? I think they deserve one more treat before meeting their fate… don’t you?”

He let that thought linger, and watched as each heroine gasped and shuddered in horror as she realized what he had in mind.

“That's right, ladies," he purred. "If you try to bite, or squeeze a ball to pulp, you just might be destroying that of one of your own informants. In fact… every last dick you service tonight just might be the manhood of a doomed hero, enjoying his last moments of bliss before death. So tell me ladies… what are you going to do?”

They trembled on their knees for several seconds, licking their lips nervously, overcome with pure horror.

“Ladies?”

“We… we will worship every last cock…” Valkyrie finally gasped, in agony.

“Oh, Goddess…” Rebel Belle moaned, hanging her head, shuddering. “You win… We shall please every phallus as if it were that of our lover...”

Scarlet Sleuth could only blush, squirm, and dejectedly moan her assent.

He stood up and turned back to face the giddily grinning villains. “Now that’s what I call service.” he said, as he strutted out from between the criminals and the naked kneeling superheroines, who had now officially become super-whores by their own mouths. “Boys,” he said, “teach these ladies a lesson they’ll never forget.”

The mobsters, of course, had been waiting for this moment from the instant the buxom white sluts had been wheeled out in front of them. Most of them already had their pants open ready to go. With a roar they surged forward, descending upon the kneeling heroines with the enthusiasm of a group of steppe horsemen charging down upon the Imperial harem. The geishas shrieked with delight and leaped back at the very last second, abandoning the white beauties to their fate. Despite their humiliating surrender, the heroines instinctively tried to resist… but blind, on their knees, drugged, debauched and demoralized, they barely had time to scream before they were overrun by their vengeful, eager enemies.

Scarlet Sleuth leaped to her feet, but was immediately grabbed. She moaned and squirmed helplessly as her thighs were forced apart… her moans shooting up to squeals of defeated ecstasy as she was squashed flat in the center of a brutal criminal sandwich, two thugs laughing with glee as they shoved their way into her cunt and ass.

Rebel Belle never made it off her knees before she was grabbed and dominated. Squirming in the hands of four different men, the moaning buxom beauty was soon penetrated brutally from behind and in her mouth.

Valkyrie surged up onto her knees, but was grabbed by her hair and slammed back onto her back. The leader of the trio, she got mobbed by half the group, and despite her valiant struggles she was soon being fucked in her pussy, ass, tits, and mouth simultaneously.

Soon all three heroines were moaning and squirming and flailing, as they got fucked within an inch of their lives by their whooping, laughing, cruel enemies. Their hands flailed and struggled and pushed back weakly against their attackers, uselessly… but even those valiant fists were not safe. Those unlucky thugs that missed the initial rush to claim a heroinely hole, each grabbed themselves one of those delicate, proudly-gloved hands, and wrapped them around their cocks.

And the fucked-out superheroines, whether because of Xiang's warnings or simply because the last bit of resistance was rapidly being fucked and reamed out of them, instead of attacking their enemies’ most delicate parts… instead begin to fondle and pleasure the waiting criminal members. Valkyrie’s bright blue gloves, her golden double-V logo emblazoned on the back, lightly caressed the undersides of two half-hardened criminal dicks, before wrapping gently around them and giving the smirking thugs the best handjobs of their lives. Rebel Belle’s long white gloves gently hefted a big pair of thuggish balls, bulging with vile semen, while she shuddered with dread around the dick still reaming her luscious pink lips. But obediently her delicate fingers pleasured and pumped up and down her adversaries’ waiting cocks, keeping them hard and ready to continue her own utter sexual devastation.

The geishas stood in a ring around the ongoing superheroine gangbang, watching eagerly. They clapped and laughed whenever a villain got in a particularly devastating thrust. Smirking, their lilting voices called out suggestions: telling the criminals how better to dominate their buxom do-gooder victims, and giving the overwhelmed superheroines advice on how better to please and satisfy their conquerors. The heroines blushed and moaned… and did everything the laughing beauties told them to. Soon the criminals were gasping in delight as the mighty proud heroines worshipped and pleasured them with the skill and imagination of well-trained and experienced pleasure slaves.

Rather than partaking with the rest, Xiang also stood back and watched as his rival criminals got their fill, simply standing by enjoying the soft sounds of superheroine defeat echoing through the room. He wandered around, enjoying the view. To one side, Saori and a few geisha wait next to the two bound male prisoners. Aroused and excited by the show he had given her, Saori approached him eagerly, putting her hands upon him and going up onto tiptoe to whisper in his ear.

“Did you mean what you said, Master?” she asked, nodding back at the two waiting informants. “Did you want me to release them for their final pleasure?”

Xiang looked back over his shoulder. The two wretches were staring at the downfall of the superheroines in awe, licking their lips thirstily. They looked like they almost consider death a worthy trade, for getting a piece of that huge-breasted squirming heaven. The superheroines, each one able to tell themselves they were serving the two doomed cops, had begun to show their true colors, sucking and tugging eagerly at every cock they could get their hands on, striving with servile abandon to give their masters pleasure. Even Scarlet Sleuth, brutally fucked from both ends, wrapped her luscious legs around her conqueror, her delicate hands clutching daintily at his body and moaning with pleasure as he fucked her.

“Please… please tell me you’re a cop…” she moaned.

Her lover, a tattooed Yakuza boss who ruled several slums with an iron fist, grinned, and told her he was.

“Thank the goddess,” the buxom brunette heroine gasped, relieved. “I knew a criminal could never give me such pleasure…” The huge-jugged heroine settled her head against his neck, kissed him adoringly, and softly begged her smirking rapist to fuck her harder. He complied… as did the laughing Triad soldier who was ripping up her asshole.

“No,” he told Saori, just softly enough the distracted whimpering superheroines could not hear. “Take these worthless traitors out back and shoot them.”

The men’s faces fell. They tried to cry out objections as they were dragged away, but their gags turned their screams into muffled moans. The heroines, lovingly slurping and sucking at throbbing mystery-cock, and bathed in moans and geisha giggles, didn’t even notice as the cops were dragged out of the room. A minute later two muffled gunshots sounded through the wall. Valkyrie and Rebel Belle ran their tongues worshipfully up and down two smirking mobsters’ throbbing dicks, oblivious.

The criminals were very very ready, and it did not take long before the mighty heroines shuddered and moaned and gurgled, as every available orifice was filled with their enemies’ evil semen. The three moaning, squirming beauties were dumped side by side on the ground by their laughing conquerors, slimy jism dripping from snatches, lips and assholes. But they received only a few seconds of respite, before a second wave swooped down, grabbed them, and moments later had them squirming and moaning and slurping desperately again.

It took many many hours, but gradually the assembled criminals managed to unleash every ounce of enmity they had ever accumulated towards their city’s greatest champions, right up inside those curvy crime-fighters’ fertile helpless bodies. With one impaled super-pussy after another, with each beautiful whimpering head forced to open up wide and allow its brain-matter to be wrecked by surging criminal cock, and with every tender anus spread wide open and ruined like its current occupying mobster had taken out a fraudulent insurance policy on it, the cackling mobsters worked out just a little more of their former frustrations upon the bodies of the women who had foiled them time after time.

At last, late into the night, they were all spent. The various mobsters had all exhausted even the amped up libidos the large doses of Warp had given them. One by one they crawled back to their seats, and sliding down into them, took solace in drinks and cigarettes and gloating chortling conversation.

The three mighty superheroines could not even manage that much. As the monsoon-tier tsunami of their enemies’ sexual conquest finally ebbed and rolled back, the three large-breasted super-ladies were left sprawled like drowned victims in its wake. The rise and fall of their huge white breasts, and the occasional twitching of their sleek bodies as they slumbered, was the only sign that they had not shared the fate of their informants - as a result of literally being smothered to death under the tide of their would-be foes’ cocks. Their faces, staring up at the ceiling, blinked slowly through waves of cum - but showed no sign that anything save still more of the sticky Asian semen lay within their lovely white heads. Their arms and legs were sprawled out wide - and between their sleek thighs, waterfalls of drooling seed were flooding steadily out of each of their deeply and brutally ravaged pussies.

From their seats, the mobsters looked down at their one-time foes, and chortled with glee. But they could not manage much else.

Finally, seeing that the tide of sex had fully receded, Xiang at last rose from his seat.

“Gentlemen,” he said. “Our night has yielded us quite a harvest - and not just the one we reaped from the bodies of our foes here.” He gestured at the map of the city that had originally been negotiated upon the jiggling bodies of their curvy enemies. “But now,” he said, “I feel the time has come to bring it to a close. There will be much to do come morning. But for now, go, and rest - and celebrate.”

Glancing at the map a few of the gangsters still briefly looked resentful. Each of the gangs had entered as fiercely independent factions, ruling over their own small enclaves and warring with each other. They left with the promise of far greater territory - but as vassals of the Hung Society. It was a change that many, on entering the room, would not have countenanced.

And yet, a great deal of food, drugs, and especially an epic helping of the finest quality pussy Beachport had to offer did much to sate those resentments. Not a single last minute move to resist or object occurred. Coming forward one by one, they made pleasantries with Xiang as if he were a long lost friend, and then slowly filtered out, under escort of Xiang’s soldiers.

Xiang returned their parting words cordially… but wore a slight smirk upon his lips. The temptation had been too much for them, and despite their better judgment, all of the pushers before him had sampled his product. All were, whether they realized it yet or not, hopelessly addicted - to something only he could provide. Soon enough even the ones who wanted to resist would find it impossible. The tribute would start flowing up to him - or else.

As the gangsters departed, the heroines remained flat upon their backs, still too exhausted to move. The geishas bustled about them, cleaning and tidying up. What few bits of the girls’ costumes that had not already been collected were gathered up and tucked carefully away. Then, the geishas swooped down upon the superheroines themselves. The exhausted super-beauties sighed and yipped, but could do nothing else, as their soiled bodies were stroked clean of all the accumulated filth that had been splattered across it. They moaned as their thighs were scrubbed, and their huge breasts molded and tweaked. And they whimpered in bewildered confusion as a succession of Asian beauties came down and, with their own tongues, did their level best to clean out the insides of the superheroines’ blowjob-battered mouths.

But though they worked diligently, with their hands and their mouths, there was one place that try though they might the kimono-clad maidens could not clean. No matter how many times they were wiped, or how deep a slender finger might probe - and in some cases the answer was very deep indeed - within one of the proud super-beauties’ vaginas, it would but seconds later be oozing out still more of the vast quantities of criminal semen that had been injected up inside. The amused geishas tried anyways - shrieking and smiling, as their repeated attempts to tidy up the filthy mess each heroine had between her legs just made the would-be champions shiver and moan beneath them. But at last, they had done everything they could. Giggling, the geisha rose and departed… and instantly, between three pairs of wide-spread super-thighs, three more fresh trickles of cum rose up and then began to dribble down out of the wrecked Western vaginas they left behind them.

At last, after his guests had all departed and his servants had done their work, Xiang strolled back over and, standing over them, in the center of the great ‘throne room’, looked down upon the three conquered American superheroines. Despite his girls’ best efforts, they were still a mess. Their lips were puffy and bruised, their makeup smeared. Their arms were sprawled about their faces, lying flat against the ground. Their thighs were splayed out wide, leaving their pussies utterly exposed. Torrential rivers of cum flowed out from their shuddering bodies, lakes of semen slowly growing between their exhausted luscious thighs.

For all that, they still looked extremely hot.

"Did you enjoy your warm-up, you so-called superheroines?" he asked them. As he did so, he began taking off his suit jacket.

This, at last, caused them to stir. "W-warm up?" Rebel Belle asked, shocked.

"We... we got fucked by a dozen men each," Scarlet Sleuth moaned.... with more than enough semen still dribbling out of her pussy to prove it.

"Correct," Xiang said. Discarding his jacket, he began next to undo his shirt. "But they were not true Hung men, of the inner circle - like Long Cannon, or Swift Chariot… or me,” he said. “So while I would hope that a dozen such merely mortal men might begin to prepare you properly, I would not expect it..."

With that, he finished unbuckling his pants and then let them slide down and off him. He stepped out of them, and was completely naked.

Instantly, still flat and helpless upon their backs, the three heroines' eyes spread very wide.

"Oh... oh fuck..." Valiant Valkyrie moaned. Her jaw dropped wide open, her eyes sliding back and forth to follow his enormous swaying tip... as she finally figured out, within her reeling blonde head, why in the underworld he was called The Elephant.

Rebel Belle's lips quivered in horror, as her green eyes slid helplessly from Xiang's pubes almost to his knees, and back again, scarce believing what they were seeing. "But..." the Confederate-masked redhead whimpered. "But... but I thought... I thought his sort were... oh my God!"

Scarlet Sleuth said nothing. Her dark eyes spreading wide, she slipped out her tongue - and slowly licked her lips.

"Just so you know," Xiang said down to them, "it is a great honor to be taken by one of the Hung Society’s inner circle. For centuries only the most beautiful women were brought into our mountain temples, to serve us between our studies and meditations. And of those, only the most exceptional indeed would receive the gift I intend to bestow on each of you."

The three prostrate superheroines, their sex-exhausted brains still far too overwhelmed staring at what had just been uncovered between Xiang's legs, did not seem to comprehend in the slightest what he had just told them. But scattered around the edges of the room, watching eagerly, a few of the geisha did figure out his meaning... and promptly let out little stunned moans.

"Already?" one Japanese beauty moaned - her generous rack almost spilling out of the loose top of her kimono. "But I've been serving on my knees for months, and..." Her voice trailed off, and she squirmed her curvy hips back and forth upon her seat.

Beside her, another, her dark hair naturally red-tinged, turned and shook her head. "They're superheroines. It's different."

Eyes flicking back and forth between Xiang, his girls, and his dick - but still too dazed and exhausted by her long ordeal to budge off her shapely back - Rebel Belle shook her mussed scarlet head.

“I… I don’t understand…” she whimpered.

Xiang smiled. “That is not surprising,” he informed her. “The only thing you need to understand is that by the time I am done with you, all three of you will be servants of the Hung Society... whether you wish to or not."

This at last, seemed to tear the attention of the superheroines off of the monster he'd just revealed to them - or at least, most of them.

"That will never happen!" Valiant Valkyrie declared up to him, haughtily.

Scarlet Sleuth shook her head. By superheroine standards she was a notorious slut - but she had her standards and principles. "What... what nonsense!" she gasped.

"If you think it is nonsense, you can prove it shortly," Xiang said to the prostrate brunette. "For you are first." And with that, he came towards her.

The other two heroines moaned. But, still utterly exhausted, they could but lie flat on their backs and watch as Xiang came forward, and inserted himself between Scarlet Sleuth's thighs. She was in no state to resist either - she gasped and jerked as if impaled, as he rudely pushed his enormous tip through her moist pink flowering. Coming down, he put both hands on the side of her head and looked down into her face.

"Prepare for Heaven to enter you," he advised her, and then pushed forward. Scarlet Sleuth's lips opened up to try to say something nasty in reply - but were derailed into a loud shuddering moan, as his mammoth cock-head shoved up into her, and his enormous shaft followed, pushing it deep. Driven by his massive muscles, his pelvis soon slammed down against her thighs, and the raven-haired superheroine shuddered and squealed as she was filled to the hilt with what felt like mile after unending throbbing mile of hardened yet ridged and wrinkled cock.

Lifting their heads and turning them, Rebel Belle and Valkyrie could only blink their eyes wide, and watch. Whimpering, her face quivering, the Scarlet Sleuth visibly tries to resist - but she could not. Soon her trembling hands lifted up and, seizing Xiang's broad shoulders, began to caress them passionately. Her long muscular legs lifted up and wrapped around him - doing nothing whatsoever to impede his furious plowing up in between them. Her eyes fluttered and blinked up from the floor, her lips quivering in awe.

Soon, it is clear that the entirety of the dark-haired beauty's universe has collapsed down, to the enormous wrinkly cock rampaging through her taut helpless pussy. But riding atop her, Xiang seems to be putting about as much effort into fucking her as he would into enjoying his tea. His hips move in sure smooth strokes, driving deep into her, while only a sly smile appeared upon his lips. Beneath that serene smile, Scarlet Sleuth's beautiful crimson-masked head went steadily more and more wild, as with each devastating thrust she clawed with more helplessly vigor at his muscular back.

"We true men of the Hung Society practice very deep control," he informed her. "I can keep this up for days, and not release my heavenly energy into your earthly furrow. Can you say the same?"

Scarlet Sleuth had become lost, staring up into his chest but not seeing him - so deep had been her concentration. Now, at his words, she gasped. Her gaze sharpened, and snapped back up to his face. Then, a moment later, her eyes widened, and then went wild again.

"Oh!" she squealed. "Oh... oh... oh my GODDD!" Her legs suddenly unspooled, spread wide, and shook to either side of him - as moments later, with a great shining spray, an eruption of moisture exploded out of her wide-spread and deeply-impaled cunt. It was followed moments later by another, and then another. Scarlet Sleuth screamed in awe, while her body shook helplessly up against him, her enormous bare breasts jiggling spectacularly against his broad wrinkly chest.

Perched atop her, Xiang shook his head, and smiled.

“Clearly not!” he laughed, and kept thrusting on into her. He rode her for a couple more minutes, during which time Scarlet Sleuth's entire existence seemed to consist of one continuous scream, and during which her voluptuous body seemed to be trying to shiver itself apart.

"You do have an exceptionally tight and worshipful pussy," Xiang commented idly, after a while longer. "Ordinarily, I would keep this up for some time, to see how much you can take. But tonight I am a busy man, and cannot waste time with mere snacks like you. So..."

Suddenly, he increased the force and tempo of his thrusts. Scarlet Sleuth, already far gone, basically lost all capability of rational thought at that point. Her eyes crossed, and she screamed and screamed, as his enormous wrinkly penis slammed down into her over and over with as much mercy as an elephant's foot seeking to crush a nut.

"Here it comes..." Xiang said. "In three... two... one..."

On cue, he thrust in and held it. The other two heroines murmured softly, their eyes going wide. Already, almost all of the lesser semen the other thugs had put into her had already been dislodged from her pussy - scraped out of her by his immense cock-head, and his many wrinkles, and his sheer gargantuan size. Her round muscular buns, which had acted as shock absorbers for his brutal pleasure, had already been coated with streaks and streamers of lesser criminal cum. But now, what few scraps of competing seed still remained inside her were sent spattering out of her quivering nether lips, by the shockwave of Xiang's far larger and far deeper ejaculation. Valkyrie and Rebel Belle gasped and licked their lips as they watched his huge penis, lodged deep in their friend's pussy, pulsed luridly again and again. His enormous balls, hanging down against her ass, shrank ever so slightly.

At last, a little ring of fresh goo appeared around the edges of Regina's pussy. Valkyrie and Rebel Belle licked their lips and stared. They could tell it was their first glimpse of Xiang's, and not those of any of his effortlessly displaced rivals, by the way it seemed to glow faintly with his cultivated energy. Around the room several of the geishas gasped softly and blinked their eyes wide as well. They licked their lips and, from the expressions on their faces, would have darted over in a heartbeat to begin cleaning up that slight overflow with their tongues. But they knew better than to do so unasked and, curvy hips squirming with need against their various seats, they reluctantly remained where they were and continued to watch.

"There," Xiang said. He took a deep breath, and then closing his eyes, willed his flow to stop. Before the blinking and staring eyes of the other two heroines, his enormous balls swelled back up, cradled against Scarlet Sleuth's silky ass, and then ceased shrinking. "That is exactly the amount of glorious Heaven this bit of fertile Earth deserves - no more and no less," he said.

Below him, Scarlet Sleuth's lovely eyes fluttered. Her gorgeous face was set in a continuous gape, as if all signals within her head had ceased. From pure exhaustion, if nothing else, or perhaps because her few functioning brain cells had been entirely displaced by his cum.

He smiled.

"You will now serve the Hung Society," he told her. "Whether you realize it or not."

He kissed her on the tip of her lovely nose. Then, he pulled out, and pushed up off of her. Scarlet Sleuth whimpered softly, as his massive cock slipped back out of her. When his enormous cock-head squeezed back out of her gates, it was followed moments later by a streamer of shining goo, rising up from out of her dark slit and flowing down from the base of her pussy - which was still but a taste of much larger gift Xiang had left deep within her flat broad belly. Lifting her head up, Scarlet Sleuth stared at the glowing flood trickling up out of her own pussy, and gasped. Then, her eyes rolled upwards. Her beautiful head sank back to the pavement and, succumbing to pure exhaustion, the buxom superheroine passed out.

Turning, Xiang surveyed the remaining two superheroines. Both were shocked to see that his immense penis, despite having already filled their friend’s hips up like an overstuffed dumpling with his slime, had barely dipped at all. Within seconds, as he gazed upon them, it rose back up to its full and completely hardened extension once more.

Her jaw hanging open, Valiant Valkyrie shook her head. “That can’t be,” she said. “It’s impossible!”

To one side, two geishas lounging side by side both smirked.

“You didn’t think we fell in love with him just because, did you?” one teased.

“They don’t call it the Hung Society for nothing,” the other purred, admiring her boss’s malevolent weapon.

Meanwhile, Xiang said not a word. He let his eyes rove over his two remaining would-be enemies, while his dripping cock pulsed in anticipation. Then, his eyes swung over decisively towards Rebel Belle. He took in the buxom redhead - and his smirk slowly broadened.

Feeling his gaze upon her, Rebel Belle blinked her eyes in shock. They darted over briefly, to her stalwart buxom comrade - laid out and leaking, unconscious, upon the floor beside her. Then she turned her gaze back up to Xiang - and suddenly shook her head.

“No…” she said. Then again, louder. “No!”

Lurching forward, making her giant naked breasts slosh and jiggle she suddenly tried to get to her feet. But she was still exhausted and disoriented, her ample curves sloshing like jelly as they slowly struggled upwards. She was supremely vulnerable - and yet, Xiang continued to stand back and watch, an amused smile upon his lips.

“The exits have been sealed,” he told her. “Your powers are gone. You have no chance. Lie back, and enjoy receiving your own taste of Heaven.”

But Rebel Belle did not lie back down. Finally getting to her feet, she whirled and faced him. She was surrounded on all sides by a ring of tamed geishas - who, watching the defiant superheroine, giggled at her like schoolgirls about to see another of their number get spanked. This did nothing to reduce the deep pink blush spreading across Rebel Belle’s high and aristocratic cheeks. But still, she stomped her boot, and glared.

“I am the descendent of a long and proud warrior bloodline!” she declared to him. “I cannot be tamed by… by the likes of you!”

She threw one punch, and then another. Xiang’s hands moved with incredible speed, even while he seemed as unconcerned as if he were miming the movements in slow motion, and intercepted each effortlessly. Seizing a tight hold to her fists, he dragged them up against his chest.

“Oh!” Rebel Belle gasped, shocked. She jerked and pulled, struggling to break free. In the process she made her huge bubble-butt wiggle and shake spectacularly behind her - drawing yet more giggles from the surrounding geisha. “Oh! G-goddess!” Rebel Belle gasped, and her blush deepened.

Spreading her hands apart, Xiang drew her closer. The buxom redhead continued to struggle, but in the process she just delivered far more blows to his chest with her big jiggling tits than her fists ever even came close to managing. Whimpering, she attempts to pull away instead - but without her sacred jewel she was just another big-breasted white bimbo, and Xiang drew her in effortlessly, until she was pinned up against his chest like the bodice-ripped maiden featured on the cover of some trashy old romance novel.

“Let… let me go…” she begged, suddenly sounding more like a simpering schoolgirl than the stalwart champion she had declared herself to be just a few seconds prior.

“Not until you have been made to serve the Hung Society, like your kind should,” Xiang replied. His gigantic penis, pressed up against her broad flat belly, pulsed with its readiness to use her as he saw fit.

Rebel Belle gasped softly. Then, recovering a bit of her spirit, her face twisted into a scowl.

“Never!” the Confederate-themed superheroine declared. “T-take this, creep!” Lifting a single long thigh-booted leg off the floor, she attempted to kick him. But she was much too close, and with his command of her arms he was easily able to twist her to one side, so that her mighty attack did nothing but caress her sleek luscious thigh up the side of his body. While she was still off balance, he suddenly shoved her forward, knocking her back off her sole remaining foot. She cried out as she was slammed down onto her ass on the floor, her thighs and calves folding up. He rode down right on top of her, the weight of his torso forcing her unprepared, folded-up legs apart… leaving her delicate pussy completely exposed. Without wasting a second, Xiang pressed himself down hard between her thighs, and drove brutally up into her.

“Ulk!!!” Rebel Belle gulped, her eyes going wide and her body shuddering, as his massive throbbing phallus rammed apart her delicate lips and plowed deep deep up inside her. “Oh… oh g-great galloping Dixie…” she moaned, blinking in stunned disbelief, as his overwhelming girth penetrated her.

Xiang pounded into her several more times for good measure, each time making her jerk and shudder as if his brutal thrust was a shot to the gut. Her calves caressed along his sides, her thighs around his abs, her knees quivered on either side of his waist each time he drilled into her. Squirming helplessly, she tried spreading her thighs even wider, twisting her delicate feet to press her high-heeled toes against his pelvis, trying to push him up out of her. As she lifted him Xiang’s face smiled serenely down into her twisting, sweaty, mewling visage - and his huge penis pulsing with glee as it was provided a free trip through her tight gooey pussy. Though Rebel Belle moaned with effort, whether from physical weakness or a failure of her noble spirit she could not get him all the way out. Her straining legs lifted him up until only the tip of his huge dick was still inside her before suddenly jerking and then folding up again. Her head tilted back and let out a low loud moan as his huge cock slooowly slid back inside her.

“Ah…” Xiang sighed, leering down into her sweating lovely face. “I love when a weaker sort like you attempts to fight back. It always makes your final, natural servitude all the sweeter."

She gasped and blushed, squirming as he plowed her several more times. Slowly her resistance slackened and then failed entirely - save for that provided by the tight squeeze of her outmatched pussy. He tipped her back, rose up higher atop her, and laid into her - her legs caressing the sides of his body, her delicate feet trembling uselessly behind his huge balls as he rammed and stuffed his meat in and out of her. Finally, her dainty little fists loosened and opened up, her satin-gloved fingers softly caressing against his chest as he mated with her.

Chuckling softly, Xiang finally took his hands off her wrists. She gasped and squirmed … and slowly coiled her arms delicately around his neck, clinging daintily to him as he ravished her.

Looking down into her Confederate-masked face, Xiang smiled. "It is good you have learned to serve the Hung Society so easily, my little savage," he told her. Quivering upon another deep thrust of his huge wrinkly cock, Rebel Belle moaned, her blush deepening upon her cheeks… and pulling him tighter up against her, spread her thighs wide and opened herself even more fully to his brutal and will-taming prowess.

“Oh… oh, Goddess…” she moaned, her head thrashing back and forth on the pavement, a look of agonized ecstasy quivering across her beautiful face. “Oh, by the ancestors, your… your strokes are so LOOONG!!!”

Looking down into her face, Xiang smirked.

"Does that mean, my dear," he purred, "that you are ready to become our servant?"

Rebel Belle gasped. At the reminder of his purpose, her eyes flashed wide open and blinked up into his. Her lips trembled, unable to answer. But the repeated clenching of her pussy, all along his long cock, seemed to give the inscrutable crime-lord all the answer he needed - and a huge grin slowly spread across his lips.

"Do not tell me," he suddenly informed her - before the stunned redhead could respond with anything other than another worshipful squeeze from her pussy. He nodded around the room, at all the eagerly watching geisha - and at her own horrified comrades. "Show them," he told her.

Suddenly, he took her squirming body in his hands and then rolled onto his back. Rebel Belle cried out as she was flipped up, finding herself crouched down on top of him, her arms clinging to his neck and her thighs resting sweetly on either side of his waist.

Now perched atop him, Rebel Belle lifted her bedraggled head, and gaped around the room in horror - seeing all eyes focused on her. She could tell she had already given away her answer in all but words, by the smirks upon the lips of his kimono-clad servants, and the disappointed looks in the eyes of her sister-superheroines. Licking her lips, she slowly shook her head.

“Oh, oh, Goddess, no…” she whimpered, shivering in shame.

Then, suddenly, she suddenly tried to resist again, and tried to escape. Her lithe and curvy body wriggled against him. But he grabbed her wrists and, pinning them to his chest, held her down with him. She tried to wrestle against him, and accomplished nothing but rubbing her silky curves deliciously against his body, his devastating cock stirring and sloshing about deep inside her as she struggled.

"Oh... oh my GOD!" she squealed - as in the midst of her own attempts to fight back, his enormous hardened cock-head delivered one powerful blow, after another after another, to the tenderest points buried deep up inside her own body.

Finally, panting for breath as if she'd just run a marathon - although by far the greatest distance covered by her body had been her immense breasts bouncing up and down upon his bare chest - Rebel Belle dropped her head down and rested her forehead against his chest. She whimpered. Slowly, her knees pressed to the floor beside his waist, she slowly raised her voluptuous hips up high - and, in the process, slowly pulled her delicate pussy up the long length of his dick. Her buxom hips paused and trembled, wiggling back and forth - at the point only his massive cock-head still remained inside her absurdly wide-spread pussy. Then, with a moan, she slammed those hips back down - driving his gigantic unnatural cock deep up inside her. Pinned against his chest she shivered and gurgled, her eyes blinking wide. Then, slowly, her buxom hips lifted up high - and did it again... and then again, and again, and again.

A pair of horrified whimpers rose from her two comrades' throats - almost drowned out by a wave of delighted giggles from the geisha. Wiggling in their kimonos - such that many of them were already half-open - they watched with eager glee as the Western heroine finally gave in utterly - and began to obediently dominate herself upon their brutal lord's penis.

Xiang meanwhile, lay back and smiled serenely, as he enjoyed the strokes of Rebel Belle's taut and once-noble pussy up and down his cock. Lifting her head at last from his chest, Rebel Belle turned and blinked down into his face in awe. Her gorgeous eyes almost looked confused, as if bewildered by what she was doing - as her own muscles ensured that over and over and over again the tender depths of her pussy were spread and ravaged by his gigantic cock.

“That’s good,” he said, caressing her trembling little fists as the mighty proud heroine furiously fucked her own brains out upon him. “That’s very good. Now, only one more thing remains…”

Reaching up, he grabbed the redhead’s beautiful face and brought it down to him. The moment her lips reached his, she moaned - and kissed the foul mobster passionately. Taking both hands off her quivering fists, he put one behind her scarlet-haired head, holding her down so she could be kissed long and sweet, while with the other he reached down, took a nice big handful of round silky buttock. Holding her there, he let her buxom haunches slide up and down him one more time and then, when he was very deep, clamped down hard - and then erupted up into her.

Even after her own self-inflicted submission, even with her tongue wrapped around his, the sudden explosion of his potent seed within her seemed to stun Rebel Belle. She moaned and tried to escape, but he kept a commanding grip on her ass, holding her tightly in place as his immense baby-planter vigorously unloaded an ocean of semen up into her fertile womb. Pumping her fertile hips helplessly up and down his gigantic pulsing tool, she slammed her fists repeatedly down onto the floor, to either side of his chest. Then her passion passed and she collapsed flat down onto him. Her eyes blinked out into the distance, as if stunned, while her buxom hindquarters wiggled upon him - filled to overflowing with his potent cum.

Seizing hold of her by her hourglass-shaped waist, Xiang lifted Rebel Belle up off of him and discarded her like a soiled cumrag. She rolled, moaning, onto the floor. She’d been so utterly fucked out she could do little but blink in awe up at the ceiling, as a streamer of faintly glowing cum slowly spread out around her sprawled exhausted body.

Slowly, Xiang stood up. He looked down. To either side, lay the sprawled cum-leaking bodies of two tamed white superheroines. In the center, lay Valiant Valkyrie. The immortal blonde was flat on her back, her shoulders propped up on her elbows and her hands flat on the floor. She blinked up at him, squirming, her long luscious legs scissoring, as he came to stand over her. A few big dollops of cum dripped from his elephantine, swaying penis to splatter onto the ground between her ankles, and she gasped, staring in horror. Then her eyes went up to him.

“Do… do your worst!” she hissed, her brave words belied slightly by the shiver of dread that ran through her buxom curves. “I’m not scared of your… your… monstrous manhood…” she added. But the effect was slightly spoiled, by the way her eyes dropped down and then widened slightly, as they slid helplessly up and down his tremendous dangling bulk.

With perfect timing, Rebel Belle rolled voluptuously on her back, and softly moaned, “Goddess… s-so big.,,!”

Valkyrie’s eyes widened, as her grim confidence suddenly drained away, and she breathed heavily a couple of times.

“No!” she gasped, suddenly desperate. “No, no!” On her back, she pulled back a sleek athletic leg and desperately tried to slam her foot up into his crotch. He sidestepped her easily, catching and grabbing her delicate ankle.

“Oh!” Valkyrie gasped, squirming on her back. She tried to shake him free, but could not, and gasped and squirmed as he smirked and caressed teasingly along her silky shapely curves.

“What have we here…” Xiang purred. He caressed her little instep, making the dainty foot squirm and the buxom blonde shiver as he tickled her. “Another immortal. One made by a different process, no doubt inferior to ours - but worth taking nonetheless.” He stroked her foot again, drawing a gasp from her lips. “Are you ready to find your true destiny, golden one?” he asked her.

Valiant Valkyrie took a deep breath, her mouth hanging open. Then, her immaculate face twisted with sudden fury. With a cry of rage, Valkyrie pulled back her other lovely foot and kicked with that too… and he caught it as well, holding both her long legs imprisoned in his iron grip.

“Oh… oh, no!” Valiant Valkyrie gasped, her eyes growing wide.

Moving too fast for the squirming heroine to react, he stepped in. Slipping both hands up under her curvy muscular thighs, he grabbed hold of her big round ass and hoisted the startled yelping heroine bodily up into the air. “Your destiny, like you,” he said into her shocked face, “will come - whether you want it to or not.”

She stared at him in shock. Moments later, he slammed the gaping superheroine right down onto his waiting, throbbing cock. Her blue eyes crossed, and she let out a deafening shriek.

“Auggh!!!” she squealed. Her head rocketed back, as his mammoth dong thundered brutally up inside her. “So…s-suffering SIF, it’s sooo huuuge!” she whimpered, squirming helplessly in his arms. He laughed, and followed up by bouncing her on his dick, and her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. Her lips quivered, little gurgling sounds coming from her cock-shattered head each time he jerked home deep within her.

“You… you bastard! Oh, you… you evil thug!” she squealed. Seated on his huge dick and his fondling hands, legs wrapped around him, she took her hands off his shoulders and, with a furious snarl, threw a punch right into his leering face. Though she was without her belt, she was still an athletic and warlike demigoddess, and her punch landed with enough power to slam his grinning face to one side. “You… do you like this resistance?” she seethed, and threw another. “Does it turn you on, punk?”

Xiang merely laughed back. Then he grabbed a firm hold on her wide fleshy hips, and countered her furious blows with an equally devastating assault straight up into the depths of her defenseless cunt. Valiant Valkyrie spasmed and screamed with excruciating ecstasy, jerking at each thrust like a boxer taking a knockout punch. He timed his thrusts with her continuing punches, and she moaned as her blows went wild, one sliding right past his smirking head, the other pounding impotently against his chest… fighting back with nothing but the enormous throbbing weapon lodged in her pussy. Groaning, the impaled demigoddess wound up for another point-blank haymaker. But just as she unleashed it, he slammed his mammoth tip deep into her tender depths - and laughed as her mighty blow skipped harmlessly off his broad shoulder.

“Oooh…” she moaned, gulping for breath. “I swear… I’ll wipe that smirk off his face if it’s the last thing I do!!!” She landed a couple more blows, to no more effect than the first few. “You… you’re going down!” she promised, even as her buxom hips quivered helplessly around another of his deep counter-blows.

“No,” he replied. “You are, golden one.”

Moving with lightning speed, he pulled out of her pussy and dropped forward, slamming the yelping beauty down onto her back on the cold hard floor. Then, while the beautiful blonde was still gasping and blinking, dazed, he slid his hands off her luscious round bottom, caressed them up the long length of her athletic legs, and grabbed hold of her ankles. With all his weight, he drove her knees down into the floor to either side of her arms, trapping them, then laid her calves out to either side of her head. Her ass lifted straight up, her thighs spread to either side of her torso, leaving her pussy utterly defenseless and exposed high up in the air. Her huge breasts jiggled deliciously, squeezed into mouth-watering cleavage between her shapely thighs.

“Ah…” he sighed, leering down into her shocked little face. “Much better.”

“Oh… oh, Goddess, no…” Valiant Valkyrie whimpered, stunned to be so swiftly and easily vanquished.

He didn't give her time to ponder her downfall. He straddled her wiggling ass, and thrust downwards, reentering her sopping defenseless pussy more brutally than ever before. Valkyrie screamed and squirmed and threatened and struggled, but was so thoroughly pinned down she ultimately could do nothing but lie there and take it. Her hands, trapped by her knees, could only slap impotently against his calves, which were pumping up and down along her thighs with each mighty thrust. Soon enough the other two heroines moaned softly in dread, as they heard Valiant Valkyrie’s cries of pain and fury slowly transform into moans and coos of unwanted but irresistible pleasure - just as theirs had. Xiang smiled, letting his massive cock ream and ravage her helpless pussy ruthlessly, and smirked as he finally made the defiant blonde goddess to soar up into a moaning, squirming, blinking, helpless orgasm, her delicate hands quivering against his thighs as she shuddered with roiling shattering ecstasy.

Her floodgates opened, one climax was swiftly followed by another, and another, as he steadily plowed the helpless buxom superheroine down into a bewildering world filled with nothing but shameful pleasure, humiliating defeat, and the steady perfect thrusting of his mammoth mystic manhood. Her hands, clutching tightly at his calves, slowly loosened, and without even thinking began to caress and rub at him worshipfully, as her moans of resistance slowly gave way to sighs and coos of mindless ecstasy.

Experimentally, he took his hands off her calves. He grinned. Her mighty hands remained flat against the ground, her toes wriggling within her boots with each and every thrust of his cock. Grinning, he slid his hands over to cup and fondle her huge jiggling breasts… making her soar even higher with inescapable pleasure. He leaned down, placed his lips near her beautiful moaning head, his dick pressing down into the very depths of her pussy, his thrusts coming short, hard and fast. He settled his lips beside her ear, and whispered to her. "Here comes your gift, dear," he said, into her ear.

"Oh... oh g-goddess!" Valiant Valkyrie gasped. Her eyes spread wide.

But she could do nothing else. Her upper lips trembled, as she felt his huge pulsing dick start to spew a massive discharge down through her lower ones. As with Scarlet Sleuth and Rebel Belle before her, his torrential load displaced a sea of stinking criminal spunk, sending it spewing out of her massively-stoppered pussy to flow in waves down her thighs, her belly, and her huge jiggling breasts. She moaned, her mighty body rapidly turning into a cream-coated monument to her own defeat.

“Ooooh…” Valkyrie said. Her eyes blinked drunkenly. But, though her mighty body shivered, it was unable to do anything else as what looked like a fountain of gooey pudding continued to erupt from her uplifted hindquarters.

“Ahhh…” Xiang said. Coming back from the sea of superheroine conquest, he slouched back down onto his throne, and smiled. He surveyed his former foes. The combination of the utter exhaustion of their sleek flesh, and the urgency to resist fading now that they had all been thoroughly seeded, meant that not a one of their sprawled bodies had yet stirred from where he had left them, after having his way with them.

“There,” he said. “Now you will all be servants of the Hung Society, whether you wish to or not…”

The three fertilized superheroines let out tiny moans, at this, their voices rising up in a soft chorus from their sprawled flesh - but gave no other coherent response.

"What shall we do with them now, master?" Saori asked, standing at attention beside her lord, and smiling in satisfaction at what he had wrought upon his enemies.

He shrugged. "What else?" he said. "Throw them out with the rest of the trash."

At this, the three exhausted heroines' chins dropped.

"Wh-what?!" Scarlet Sleuth moaned.

"We thought you were going to keep us and let us... I mean, make us serve you!" Rebel Belle gasped, her eyes widening in horror.

Xiang shook his head. "You were worthy of being bedded by one of the Hung Society," he said. "You are not yet remotely worthy of that." He nodded to Saori. "Make it happen," he directed.

Smiling primly at the aghast Western heroines' dismay, Saori lifted her hands and clapped.

From one side, six burly men came forth. They looked like body-builders, but their faces were downcast and silent. The geishas squirmed at the sight of them.

"Who... who are they?" Rebel Belle asked. They were not the same Hung Men who had appeared at the party.

Xiang shrugged. "There are many who wish to join the Hung Society yet do not have what it takes," he said. "For that, we take the source of their Heavenly energy - but let them continue to serve those who proved unworthy."

Oh… Dios mio," Scarlet Sleuth whispered, staring at the men's crotches in horror.

But the heroines did not have long to contemplate the fate of the meek yet muscular figures that were approaching them. Reaching down, the burly eunuchs picked them up. Instinctively, the heroines howled and fought. But they had been in no position to resist before Xiang fucked them; they were absolutely helpless now that his gargantuan member had gotten done wrecking their bodies. Soon enough their hands were once more pulled back behind their hourglass-shaped waists, and though they snarled and seethed they could not stop themselves from being bound.

Meanwhile, following a sharp gesture from Saori, three pairs of geisha departed a back exit and came back a few seconds later, reluctantly carrying a trio of empty, filthy garbage cans. They dropped, with a loud clang, before each held heroine’s feet.

Looking down, each held firmly by a pair of muscular but impassive eunuchs, the three naked superheroines gaped down into the waiting trash cans in horror. Their bare pussies, still leaking Xiang’s cum, waved back and forth just over the filth-strewn rims, as they squirmed. Then, slowly, their lovely faces twisted with outrage.

"You… you wouldn't dare!" Valiant Valkyrie hissed, her blonde head staring down into the slimy pit that awaited her.

“You have served your purpose," Xiang replied. “Very well," he added. "But now it is time for you to go."

Rebel Belle squeezed her creamy athletic thighs together, around her cum-drooling pussy, and shook her head.

"But the gifts you gave us," she said. She nodded down towards her broad flat belly. "Do you not want to keep us until we bear them for you?" She blinked her eyes hopefully, every inch of her gorgeous expression adding in the silent addendum 'and let us suck your big cock in the meantime.'

"The gift was having the honor of sharing my bed, ladies," Xiang said. He pointed towards their well-filled wombs. "What I put inside you is not a gift. It is property of the Hung Society. You will keep it for us temporarily, but very soon Mother Horse will be by to collect."

"But… but…" Scarlet Sleuth moaned - her eyes widening in horror as she contemplated the implications.

Xiang shook his head. "Enough stalling," he said. "Do it."

The heroines thrashed, and shook, and squealed. But they accomplished nothing, save to make their immense naked breasts slosh back and forth ponderously before him, one more time. They shrieked, eyes widening in terror, as they were seized by the waist and hoisted upwards.

"No… no!" Rebel Belle moaned as she was flipped around upside down and looked upwards, eyes wide with horror, into the waiting half-full can.

But the eunuchs cared nothing for their shrieks and pleadings. As one, they sent the buxom beauties hurtling down into their fate. Each shrieked like a terrified schoolgirl as she began to plummet. Moments later they landed with a trio of sickening squishes in the half-filled cans.

Trapped upside down, half buried in filth packed just loose enough to breathe, the three superheroines squealed and moaned. Their voices echoed tinnily through garbage and metal walls. Their long legs, extending out of the cans, kicked wildly in the air. But the laden cans were heavy enough they did not budge, and with their hands bound behind them they were going nowhere. Their buxom hips and jiggling round asses peeked out just above the rim of the cans… their naked pussies still releasing shining streamers of Xiang’s cum to flow down onto their shapely soiled flesh.

"A lovely sight," Xiang commented, admiring the show. "But - ah, we forgot something. Saori, if you please?"

Smiling, Saori clapped her hands, and signaled to some of her girls. Rising, they sauntered away and came back - holding the heroine's costumes. At a nod from Saori they dropped them, one by one, down into the cans - past the wiggling bodies of the up-ended white champions. The mighty heroines moaned and cried out in shock as their bras and little panties went fluttering down along their sleek grime-spattered flesh, to come to rest down near their beautiful heads. Rebel Belle gasped in horror as her jewel tumbled down to lie in the slime a little ways in front of her face, where it could light the dripping chasm her pretty face found itself in - yet not close enough to do her wiggling depowered curves the slightest bit of good. Valkyrie cried out as her belt went slithering down her flesh only to land with a thud against the outer edge of her can - where she could see its faint glimmer in the faint light that filtered down through the trash above.

"There," Xiang laughed. "Much better."

The superheroines, now joined by their costumes in the muck, continued to kick their feet and struggle - to absolutely no avail. Xiang shook his head.

"Such barbaric refusal to accept your rightful fate!" he said. "But, ah - I see. You girls don't want to leave without one last gift - do you?"

Coming forward, he took out his long cock and, one by one, pressed it to the helpless entrances lifted up, conveniently for him, just above the edge of the can. Each heroine warbled up in sudden shock, as she felt his tip press into her. But, not waiting for them to process events, Xiang seized their trembling thighs and, with a mighty roar, slammed his long cock one last time down into them.

He did not linger long in each. For each trashed superheroine, he thrust only long enough to hear her scream mindlessly, and to feel her body shake with helpless pleasure - which, given his superiority and prowess, and the degree to which they had both been softened up and yet were taken utterly unawares by his onslaught, seemed to take no more than a handful of quick brutal strokes within each. One by one, their voices rising into sing-song confusion from within their garbage-pail prisons, the heroines thrashed, and shivered - and then screamed out their muffled voices as, accompanied by splattering moisture from their pussies, they came upon him one more time.

And, exactly as he had predicted, this seemed to be the last thing each heroine had needed to force her to settle down and behave. One after another, as his long cock slurped back up after them and moved on, their once violently-thrashing thighs sagged down, and hung limp from the edge of the can. Within their prisons, their struggles ceased, and what had been an unending series of unintelligible but clearly outraged caterwauling settled down to just a series of soft, warbling, and clearly very very satisfied coos.

Stepping back, after his last taste of super-pussy, Xiang smiled. Before him, all three super-ladies hung limp in their cans, their last will to fight back visibly taken out of them by his cock. Their pussies glistened and quivered before him, as they leaked out shining fluids from their last ecstatic conquest.

"Where shall we take them, master?" Saori asked.

Xiang chuckled. "Where else?" he asked. "The dirtiest, filthiest alley you can find."

Recovering slightly from their post-cock stupor, the heroines objected to this, through some indecipherable warbling. But it was too late. Leaning down, the eunuchs hoisted up the still-whimpering cans. Their long legs batted at them - in a way that might have thrilled them before, but which no longer seemed to bear any interest for the gelded servants. Led by a smirking Saori, they carried the whimpering trash-can-contained heroines out of the room and back out of the back entrance through which they had once come.

Leaning back on his throne, Xiang laughed.

"And that, as they say, is that," he said. He looked around the room, at the squirming geishas all around him. He smirked and threw back his robe - exposing his towering wood. Having briefly depleted itself, its sojourn into three tight super-pussies in swift succession had rejuvenated it back to its usual iron-hard self once more.

"Alright," he said, nodding down towards his cock. "Who wants to help celebrate?"

The geishas' faces lit up, as if this was the moment they had been waiting for all night. As one, they stood up. Tearing off their thick belts, they yanked open their kimonos and let them fall to the floor. Beneath, they had not been wearing a stitch. As one, they swarmed in upon their boss. He chuckled and, leaning back, let them have access - as they began to fight for the right to be the first to congratulate their brutal lord on another well-earned and hard-won victory.

Several hours later, the club stank of sex and sweat and sweet incense. The entire floor was littered with beautiful, naked bodies. Some slept sweetly, their pretty exhausted faces breathing softly in adorable slumber. Others squirmed naked on the ground, moaning in languid satisfaction, their delicate pussies glistening with their own juices - but not, notably, those of their master. A last hardy few knelt worshipfully around their lord, exhausted and squirming with satisfied bliss, but still dutifully serving his pleasure.

But their tongues could lap only at his enormous balls, for one more taut pussy was still bouncing up and down Xiang's brutally long and thick cock. As was her duty, Saori had waited until the very last of her girls had had their turns, watching them closely and critiquing them sharply. But now that each of them had exhausted herself, she finally got to claim her reward. Her shimmering silk qipao lay just to one side. Her sleek legs worked tirelessly, to either side of him, as moaning in awe, she drove her taut cunt up and down her boss's elephantine tusk.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ulp!" the sleek Japanese beauty gurgled, her eyes rolling in her pretty skull, as the enormous ridged girth of Xiang's wrinkled cock rippled through her. Her eyes rolled up and she squealed, as her twat spewed yet more worshipful moisture upon his pulsing shaft. Xiang meanwhile sat back upon his throne and simply enjoyed her, absorbing her energy.

At last, with a final squeal, Saori pounded herself down hard upon him and then collapsed. She pressed several kisses to his wrinkled flesh. Then slowly, reluctantly, she hoisted herself up off him. She groaned as she collapsed down beside him, and stared at his enormous cock in awe. Reaching out she wrapped it in her hand, and stroked up and down him.

"One day," she promised. "One day I will make you cum inside of me." Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to the side of his giant cock-head. Then, sinking back, she resumed stroking it, while panting softly for breath.

Xiang glanced at the clock, then shook his head. “One day, perhaps,” he allowed. “But now, it is time.”

Saori nodded. At his direction, she reached down, seized a remote, and pressed a button. Upon the other end of the throne room a large screen descended, and then turned on.

The view showed a bobbing jiggling view moving down an office hallway, lit by fluorescent lights. Two crescents of color concealed part of the view to either side, royal blue with occasional flecks of gold. A few of the geishas sat up on their naked haunches and studied the screen curiously, their delicate fingers rubbing at their puzzled sculpted chins. “Oh!” one gasped, in dawning realization. “Her logo!”

“Correct," Xiang said. The little camera, hidden in a duplicate of Valkyrie’s golden double-V-shaped bra clasp, continued to jiggle fleshily down the hallway, to the sound of her high heels clacking. A few of his servants had taken the bra and subbed in the new clasp with the hidden camera, while its previous owner had been too busy sucking on Tong and Triad cock to notice.

As they watched a couple of police officers appeared. They gaped right at the camera in awe before their eyes darted up to the heroine’s unseen face and, blanching, they threw themselves hurriedly out of the way with great haste. But apparently paying them no mind, the statuesque blonde in whose highly pneumatic cleavage they were virtually riding marched right past, to continue her trek down the fluorescent-lit hallway.

Smirking, Saori tapped another button. Two more screens slid down, and lit up. One showed a magnificent view of Rebel Belle and Valiant Valkyrie's jutting panty-clad bottoms, rolling back and forth as they strutted - at extreme close range. It took only a brief process of elimination for the watching geisha to realize it was shot from one of the little silver X-shaped clasps, that held together Scarlet Sleuth's crimson panties. Meanwhile the other showed a view down a receding hallway, filled with gaping staring cops. But a moment later, forced to suddenly go single-file in order to pass a cart, the view suddenly filled with those same scarlet panties, as well as the Sleuth's sleek broad abs - clueing the girls in that the final camera had been tucked into the zipper that ran down the back of this particular incarnation of Rebel Belle's bustier.

As everyone watched upon the screens, the heroines took another few twists and turns and then finally seemed to reach their destination. They burst into a large office, and two portly men in unbuttoned suits look up, startled.

“Valkyrie!” the heavyset police commissioner sighed, relief heavy in his voice. “Thank heavens! I’m glad you’re here. The simultaneous raids are almost ready to begin.” The observing audience could tell when the heroines were and were not looking at him, based on whether his eyes gaped straight at the camera or hovered respectfully a foot or so higher up.

“Good,” Valkyrie thundered, the Sleuth-cam giving a wondrous view of her spreading her thighs and putting her hands on her hips. “Then it's not too late to cancel the entire operation!”

“Cancel?” both men gurgled, gaping at her in shock.

“Yes, cancel,” she declared, striding forward and pointing into his chest. “The operation is compromised! Your men could be walking into a trap.”

“But… they’re loaded for bear, Valkyrie. If they get shot at, it’s just going to help our case.”

“No, Valkyrie’s right,” Scarlet Sleuth declared, stepping forward. In the process, she brought her own camera into a position where it was getting an extreme close-up of the crotch of Valkyrie's skimpy blue-and-gold panty. “Scrap it! The whole thing!”

“But…” the commissioner started to say, then blanched as he found himself staring up at three glaring, furious superheroines. In the midst of his pants-pissing terror, he still found time to steal a lingering glance down at the little jiggling V. “Alright…” he relented.

“Give the order immediately!” Rebel Belle commanded. She turned and pointed out the door and he hurried out, panting like a dog.

“Well,” sighed the assistant, sitting down heavily at his desk and resting his head in his hands. “I guess it's back to square one. At least his informant still gives us good information.” He reached for a huge, bulging manila folder… only to have it snatched away by Scarlet Sleuth. She dropped it into the trash can, and put her hands on her hips.

“No?” he moaned.

“All fake,” Scarlet Sleuth said.

Groaning heavily, he put his face down at the desk, hiding his face in his hands… except for a tiny gap, through which he stared straight into the V-cam, then the Scarlet-cam, then the V-cam again, as the ladies stood around and started discussing new options.

With a sigh, Xiang signaled Saori, and she shut down all the screens.

“And thus, our latest conquests truly serve the Hung Society… whether they realize it or not," Xiang said.

In truth, the little informant - not discovered until almost too late - had been a grave danger to the Society and their plans. Had Xiang not arrived when he had, their vital foothold in Beachport might well have been wiped out. Now it was secure, thanks entirely to the stupidity of three large-breasted and well-used superheroines.

"Who wants to help me celebrate?" Xiang asked.

Rejuvenated by their time spent sprawled upon the floor, several of the geisha picked themselves up eagerly off the floor. Xiang smiled as he was soon swarmed in naked beauties. He closed his eyes, as one pair of lips nibbled at each of his earlobes, another pair worked his chin, and a swarm began to work over his immense twitching cock. Soon, whether they realized it or not, he was being bathed not just in their lips and tongues and bodies, but in their youthful earthly energy as well. In truth, he had expended quite a bit, in conquering the three Western heroines. Well worth it, given the long-term returns the Hung Society could expect to reap from their wombs, but a short term weakness that needed to be resolved. But the throng of worshipful young ladies began helping with that quickly. In short order his enormous balls, having shriveled up somewhat with the volumes he had deposited into the three super-wombs, began to swell up once more as he produced heavenly energy to match the earthly glow he was receiving from his attentive harem.

"Very good," he said. "Now that the merely mortal authorities are no threat, we can resume our original intended purpose."

With all the girls’ attention on his flesh, Xiang reached down and grabbed up the remote Saori had used. The Japanese beauty herself, for once lost amidst her girls, was too busy running her tongue up and down her lord's long veiny scepter to notice. Pressing a button, Xiang reluctantly dissolved away the covert views of the superheroines planning their next moves. It was already clear, from their overheard conversations, that they would be entirely useless - save, almost certainly, to send more of their kind walking into his lairs in which they could be similarly exploited.

As ever, whether they realized it or not, the curvaceous creatures bearing his seed were serving the Hung Society quite faithfully.

Instead they dissolved away, and were replaced on one side by a map of Beachport, overlaid with various inscrutable markings, and on the other of the world. In the center, appeared an image of the arch-sorceress and self-proclaimed Empress of Evil, Lady Luna. Looking up at her, Xiang shook his head.

"Soon," he promised, "we will track you down. Never again will our sacred temples be threatened. And, once you are dragged back to the Hung Society, depowered, then… we will have our revenge. As we make you serve flat on your back, ancient one - as you deserve!"

Still looking up at the gorgeous arch-sorceress, thronged by a swarm of adoring lithe beauties still smothering him in their young bodies, Xiang threw his head back... and with a great roar, began to laugh, and laugh, and laugh.

THE END

SUMMARY: three heroines meet with an informant in a dark alley and learn that Big Xiang, a notorious villain, is coming to the city to hold a major underground conference. They further learn that at his conference the villain wants to serve sushi off the bodies of strippers chosen to impersonate the heroines themselves; and agree to become the platters in question so that they may spy on and ambush their enemies. After they are covered and wheeled away the ‘informant’ takes a potion and transforms into Big Xiang himself. Entering the conference, where a large group of other mobsters are assembled, he has the heroines brought forth. The criminals proceed to dine off the heroines’ flesh, and then afterwards force them to strip and dance for them, while they continue to fondle their naked flesh. Finally, when they have nearly had enough, they are convinced to perform one last service: lowering their naked bodies onto new platters, upon which they will be used to provide dessert. However, once they are laid down again they are suddenly ambushed, their bodies chained down in place while their power sources are stolen. Helpless, the heroines finally learn that the criminals knew who they were the whole time. Xiang then demonstrates the properties of his new designer drug by first forcing the heroines to snort it, then tempting the mobsters into doing lines of it off of their flesh. Having been convinced to join up with Xiang’s organization, the criminals take up markers, and divide up their new territories - using the bodies of their would-be enemies as a jiggling ‘map’. With the business complete, Xiang has the heroines peeled up, and unleashes his guests upon them. A furious gangbang ensues. After their lusts are sated and his guests are shown out, Xiang returns. He proceeds to have sex with each of the exhausted superheroines in turn, with his vastly larger penis displacing the other criminals’ semen from their bodies and replacing it with his own. Once he has finished, garbage cans are brought in. The heroines are upended into them, their costumes tossed back in with them, and then all three, whimpering and leaking his cum, are taken away to be discarded in a dark alley. Some time later, Xiang lounged in his throne room, surrounded by naked shapely servants who have been attempting to satisfy him. Taking a break, he turns on a screen and, showing him views from hidden cameras imbedded in the heroines’ costumes while they were being fucked. Through his bikini-mounted cameras, from within their cleavage, he observes the heroines returning to the police station and declare that the informant was compromised and all of the information he provided should be discarded. Having thus used their bodies to both expand and secure his power, Xiang chuckles - and summons his servants back to him, as he turns his mind to future conquests.