Author’s Note: this is the first part of a multi-part story, the first I’ve submitted to this site. I originally planned to submit it as one document, but eventually thought better of it as it started to balloon past novel length. This part is mostly set up, so if you want a lot of sex you should probably wait for part 2. Send feedback to violatoremail@gmx.com.
“Heads up, girls,” Ms. Americana said.
Deep in the Thunder Eagles’ hidden base she stood upon an elevated platform, her mighty hourglass-shaped curves silhouetted by the glowing Situation Room screen. The proudly scantily-clad army of her fellow heroines stood before her, arrayed in two glorious rows with the busty adult heroines standing in the back and their sleek shapely sidekicks kneeling down in front. “It’s almost time for our daily message from Wonder Woman,” she announced.
A murmur of eager agreement burst from over a dozen lovely throats at once. Moments later there came a slight crackle as the massive view screen behind Ms. Americana came to life. The mighty Queen of Justice turned her back to her watching heroines, moments before Wonder Woman’s massive, classically beautiful, tiara-crowned face appeared before her.
“Greetings, Princess Diana,” Americana said, her buxom form aglow with the image of the great heroine’s gorgeous, sternly cast features.
“Greetings, Americana,” Diana said back.
A chorus of voices rose from behind Ms. Americana’s sculpted, scantily-clad ass, as her arrayed heroines and sidekicks cooed forth their greetings as well.
“I’ll be brief,” Diana’s massive head spoke, once the pleasantries were disposed of. “It is time once again for your annual inspection by the Global Justice Network. As you well know these inspections are vital to make sure no villains can use mind control, clone impostors, or any of their other fiendish tricks to infiltrate our ranks, and destroy us from within. It will also verify that you are still compliant with all standards required for membership. The inspector is already on his way, via dimensional transport tube. Everyone, please be on your best behavior. If this inspection goes as badly as last year’s you will be put on probation, and I for one do not want to see that happen to the only all-female team on the network.”
Standing amidst the row of adult heroines behind Americana, Got Gal’s face twisted into a scowl. “They’re not sending that pervert Commander Paste, again are they?” she asked. “Last year that ugly little creep spent his entire ‘inspection’ sneaking creep-shots of my ass and tits with his camera and pawing through my panty drawer.” Murmurs of outraged unanimity rose from a dozen more glaring heroines’ throats immediately afterwards, and a dozen jutting panty-clad asses swayed in outraged agitation, echoing Got Gal’s bitter sentiment.
“No, Commander Paste has been suspended, thankfully,” Wonder Woman said. “After last year’s complaints, for better or for worse, the Grand Hero Council decided to send one of our own.”
Eyes lit up in surprise among the arrayed heroines.
“Is it you, mistress?” Flag Girl asked, eagerly, from her position of pride kneeling just behind Ms. Americana.
Wonder Woman shook her head. “No,” she said. “I lobbied to be sent, but the men overruled me. They consider me biased.” Her face briefly darkened in irritation, then continued. “So, this year… well…” She paused, and swallowed. “This year,” she said, “your inspector is to be none other than Danger Man himself.”
As one, a dozen heroinely jaws dropped open in disbelief. A dozen pairs of lovely eyes spread wide. “Danger Man?!” a chorus of melodious voices gasped out, moments later.
Instantaneously, the look of suspicious loathing that had covered every heroine’s face at news of the inspection vanished, to be replaced by looks of awe and wonder. The expressions upon the sidekicks’ pretty teen faces was if they’d just heard that the latest boy-band sensation was on its way to visit, overnight… after all being implanted with twelve-inch cocks. The adult heroines’ gorgeous faces were more serene… but even they had difficulty keeping a few smitten smiles from quivering across their classically sculpted features.
“I cannot emphasize how important it is that he find absolutely nothing wrong. He should be there very shortly,” Wonder Woman said. “So I would prepare for his arrival quickly.”
“Yes ma’am!” Ms. Americana said. Sharing a final nod with her advocate, she hastily cut the communication. She whirled, to face her twittering ladies. “You heard Diana. Danger Man is coming. We have to get this place in order!” Shrieks of dismay rose from the buxom, bikini-clad herd, as their eyes darted about and started to notice things out of place: an overflowing waste basket here, a smudge on the floor there.
Screeching in panic, the heroines all instantly broke formation and scattered swiftly to take care of business…. Every last one sprinting for her room so she could immediately begin redoing her hair and make-up.
Meanwhile, far beneath Delta City, the evil villainess known as Nightmare Witch stood tall and preened proudly in her secret, cavernous lair. Behind her ample, scantily-clad ass, a large round glowing screen framed with bone rested upon a tripod made of inhuman claws. Upon that screen a square-jawed and broad-chested hero with a huge D on his chest was battling valiantly yet uselessly with a horde of demons.
“I have trapped the mighty Danger Man and banished him to the Hell Dimension!” the buxom villainess announced, proudly.
“So you have, Witchy,” the Geek said. He stood before her, flanked by two of her lesser demons – frog-like creatures with huge hanging goiters. He had not been brought against his will, exactly… but he hadn’t had much choice about it either. Tearing his eyes from her luscious body for only a second, he glanced idly up at the screen, then returned them swiftly to her amazing tits. Only moments later he glanced back, doing a startled double take.
“He… uh… seems to be enjoying it,” the Geek said, nervous to have to point this out to her.
From the mystic screen a deep, reverberating, and utterly joyous battle-cry rang. Lunging forward, the massively muscular cape smashed his fist straight through an unlucky demon’s face. Another, coming in behind him, tried to grab him, only for him to decapitate it with a contemptuous back-hand. Three more attempted to rush him, only be to sliced into two by a single blinding spin-kick. The entire time the mighty hero wore a gleeful grin upon his square-jawed face. But the hordes of hell lived up to their name, and for every one he cut down another scrambled rapidly to take its place. Not that the eagerly battling, defiantly whooping hero seemed to mind.
“So he does,” Nightmare Witch admitted. She twisted to look briefly at the screen, unknowingly giving the Geek an awed view of her spectacular ass in the process. Then she ran a hand through her lustrous hair, tossed it back dismissively, and turned back to the little lesser villain standing semi-imprisoned at her feet. “No matter. Invulnerable though he may be, the Hordes of Hell will hold him long enough for our purpose.”
“Great!” the Geek said. Then he frowned. “And, uh, what purpose is that?” he asked. ‘Please say sex, please say sex,’ he thought furiously, eyes snapping down to lock onto her flawlessly supple crotch.
“My mystic sources inform me that before I redirected his transport beam, Danger Man was on his way to inspect the secret fortress of the Thunder Eagles on behalf of the Grand Hero Council,” she said, serenely oblivious to the direction of his gaze. “This is our chance. You will infiltrate the Thunder Eagles’ fortress in his place. Once inside you will use what I have been told are your ‘leet hacking skillz’ to steal all their secrets and implant what I am told are called ‘back doors’ in all of their systems. With these mysterious hidden doors in place, I am told, we should know all of those fat-breasted bimbos’ secrets and be able to anticipate their every plan, forever!”
The Geeks’ eyes widened in awe as he listened to her plan. “And… and have access to the most fantastic live shower cam footage any geek could ever dream of…” he added, eyes lost and mouth drooling at the possibilities.
“Yes, that too,” Nightmare Witch said. Putting her hands on her hips she glared down imperiously at the diminutive villain. “Does that mean you can do it? My advisor spirit said you were the best choice for this kind of thing. Was she wrong?” Her voice sounded dangerous, implying that if he let out one word of doubt she would have him tossed into her sacrificial pit… which, conveniently, waited no more than a few yards away.
“Oh, I can do it!” the Geek said, wringing his hands in glee. “With that kind of access, those heroines might as well bend over, pull down their panties, and spread, I’ll have them so thoroughly penetrated!” He leered into the air, as evil visions danced before his eyes. Then, his face darkened into a frown. “Uh, just one problem, Witchy. The heroines expecting Danger Man. Not me. When I show up they’ll just beat me up and toss me in the brig, as usual.”
“True,” the evil sorceress purred. “But that is where I come in.”
Reaching down between her massive breasts, they jostled slightly as she drew forth a tiny empty glass vial. She held it up, before them. “Invincible though he may be, by now Danger Man has provided my demon servants with more than enough of his bodily fluid for my mystic purposes.”
“Fluids?” the Geek asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Spit,” she admitted, a look of slight embarrassment crossing her gorgeous wicked face.
Upon the mystic screen, Danger Man let out a furious cry as he punched clear through the chest cavity of a giant demon. It fell, twitching… with a spray of his heroic spittle upon it. She waved her wand. Upon the screen, the spit briefly glowed and then, after a matching glow before her, appeared sloshing within her vial. Already whirling to strike down yet another demon, bold Danger Man never even noticed.
“What do you need Danger Man’s spit for?” the Geek asked.
“For this,” she said. Waving her hands, she summoned forth glowing waves of dark energy around the vial. “Forces of darkness, forces of hate,” she chanted, her eyes glowing, “turn this little creep into a mighty CAPE!”
Thrusting forth her glowing wand she planted it hard into the Geek’s chest. Then she stepped back and watched, a smug smile upon her lips. The Geek cried out as his body started to glow, to grow and distend. “Oh, fuuucckkk…” he moaned, his voice elongating as he did. Before the smug smirk and hip-planted hands of the scantily-clad villainess the little twerp slowly grew and spread into a massive, broad-shouldered, bulgingly muscular shape. His unkempt hair grew out and formed itself into a spit curl. His spindly legs and arms become swollen, as gigantic muscles appeared from beneath his skin to transform them. Soon the glow faded and where once the Geek had stood mighty and towering Danger Man panted in his place. Slowly the stunned ‘hero’ raised his arms and gaped at their imposing new musculature in awe. He was ludicrously ripped, to the point he seemed to have muscles piled on top of other muscles. His feet, incongruously, were tiny. He was clad mostly in burgundy spandex, with a tiny pair of white briefs over his loins. He had a thick leather utility belt on above his briefs, and his massive chest was criss-crossed with bandoliers, all of them covered in dozens of pouches, which were apparently superfluous since all were flapping open and empty.
“Oh… oh fuck yes…” the Geek yelped. Only instead of his usual raspy nerdy whine, the words came out in the booming stentorian tenor of a mighty hero. Turning his head this way and that he marveled at his new physique. “Aww, yeah! Heroines look out!” he thundered with delight. Turning and flexing, he posed his body like a Greek god. “The Geek is gonna fuck you up and you’ll never know what hit you - literally!”
Then, a curious look crossing his newly square-jawed face, the Geek bent over and looked at his crotch… which was not difficult, since he now had a pair of tiny white briefs on over skintight burgundy spandex. His jaw promptly dropped in dismay, and he let out a squeal of horror. Shoving a thumb into the tiny briefs he yanked them out to double check, and his squeal soared up even higher in both pitch and volume. Though given his new set of lungs, even that came out as an almost heroic-sounding bellow.
“Witchy!” he boomed, raising his head to gape at her and gesturing both hands towards his crotch. “What gives? You grew every other part of me but you miniaturized my dick!”
“Most super-heroes are hung like mice, dear,” Nightmare Witch purred, amused. “It’s one of the worst-kept secrets of their kind – what with their fashion sense and all. Danger Man is far from an exception, on either count, I’m afraid.”
“Yeah, but… the heroines don’t know that do they?” he whined, deepky and desperately. “C’mon, babe. I’m going to be fucking swimming in scantily-clad super-ass. Can’t you at least give me a unit fit for the occasion? C’mon! Pretty please with sugar on top?!”
“Like I said,” she started to say, “Danger Man is…”
But then she stopped.
She found herself, despite herself, breathing deep and staring right at his crotch.
Even though she was an arch-sorceress from hell, Nightmare Witch was still a woman – and since her transformation, a young and almost impossibly buxom and bountiful one. Since she had restored herself to youth she was finding it quite difficult to get used to once more, for the first time in centuries, having to deal with a young woman’s fertile and tumultuous internal cycle. For mystic reasons, she could not self-regulate with birth control. Right at that moment her round and verdant hips happened to be in the midst of ovulation, which was when she got all her most inspired schemes… but also, like most women, when she was most continuously, annoyingly, and irresistibly horny.
Barely hearing the Geek’s howls of protest, Nightmare Witch stared open-lipped at her creation and saw that it was nearly perfect. So close to perfect, the difference ached hungrily inside her. Her eyes danced up and down over the six-pack abs and the mighty thighs she had created. She bit her lip, her dark and evil pussy suddenly moistening furiously, no matter how she tried to will it not ot. Only one thing, she knew, was missing… and its absence screamed at her from within her newly fertile loins. She breathed deep. Her finger, twitching, traced lightly up and down her wand, almost as if stroking lightly along a very different sort of shaft...
“C’mon,” the Geek said. He wiggled his newly muscular hips back and forth. Even without the enhancement he was requesting this did nothing to calm her warm and gooey internal turbulence. “I’m going to need something to distract all those big-breasted super-sluts. What better than something to satisfy their oversized super-libidos?”
“Alright,” Nightmare Witch said at last. The word came out in a breathless husk. She licked her lips, and, lifting her chin, quickly got a slightly better handle on her hormone-fueled emotions. But only slightly. “I… I admit that it would be a shame to leave my greatest creation so painfully… incomplete.”
“Really?” the Geek’s mighty new voice boomed, surprised despite himself. “You- you mean it?”
But Nightmare Witch was already waving her wand. ‘Curse this young horny libido…’ she thought to herself, annoyed… but kept eagerly casting anyways. “Demons of mortal clay, demons of mud, turn this innocuous little prick into a fucking massive STUD!”
Instead of her wand this time she could not resist reaching down with her bare finger and rubbing it directly against Danger Man’s miniscule little bulge. She put rather more enthusiasm into the spell than she intended, and gasped softly as a shocking amount of her own dark power flowed out of her, through her rubbing finger-tip, and directly into the inflated dweeb’s crotch.
“Oh… oh, God!” the Geek gasped, his eyebrows going up immediately. At first, it felt like he was just getting an erection – not hard to understand, with Nightmare Witch’s finger rubbing at his dick, and her huge boobies shaking in his face. But then his undersized erection hit its usual maximum size… and simply continued growing. “Oh, wow! Oh, WOOOW!” he gasped, as he felt his cock swelling larger and larger. It was the most awesome feeling he’d ever felt, better than blowjobs, better than sex. His dick twitched eagerly within his steadily distending drawers as it grew, and grew, and grew. Finally the tingling faded, to be replaced by a feeling of immense, almost unbearable tightness within his shorts. Craning his head out, the Geek gaped down in wonder to find a gigantic serpent coiled inside his newly heroic body’s tremendously over-strained briefs.
“Oh my God! Excelsior!” he cried, his face lighting up with more glee than he had ever felt before in his life.
“Think… think nothing of it,” Nightmare Witch gasped. She swayed back and forth upon her long and luscious legs, simultaneously feeling light headed from all the energy she had expelled… and from the sight of the gargantuan unit she now could barely keep her eyes off of. “Now, go.” Reaching out a trembling hand, she tapped the edge of her portal. Immediately it switched from showing Danger Man, still obliviously and eagerly battling the hordes of hell, into a swirling vortex of purple glowing energy. “I’ve attuned the portal to the Thunder Eagles’ lair. With your new physique, you will pass straight through the biometric inter-dimensional security that talentless bimbo Hexanna put in place. Well, hopefully. There’s also a chance you’ll be shredded like cheese.” She whimpered, slightly, her thighs squeezing together around her moistening pussy. She normally wouldn’t care an iota for the Geek getting smeared, but the thought of losing that cock… With a gasp, she spun her head back and forth, and quickly got her mind back on its business. “Now, hurry!” she said, pointing a single sharp-nailed finger pointedly into the swirling portal.
But the Geek barely noticed the mighty sorceress trying to give him orders. He was too busy leaning over and admiring his massive new package in awe. Then he leaned back, put his hands on his hips, and let out a giant beaming heroic smile. “You got it, Witchy!” he said. He winked, and the gaping villainess stared, her eyes wide, as she could almost hear his teeth sparkle. “Those super-heroines will never know what hit them!” His smile broadened, adopting some of the characteristics of the Geek’s own more typical, devious smirk. “Literally!” he added, leering.
“Good. Now go!” Nightmare Witch moaned. Her voice trembled slightly, as did her buxom body. Having difficulty keeping her eyes off her newest and greatest creation, she put her wand hand up along the side of her face… but, lips open and quivering, still could not help but spread her fingers and take a peek at the titanic throbbing bulge she herself had created.
“When I’m done with them all their secrets will be mine!” the Geek declared, proudly. “Oh, and yours too of course, Witchy,” he quickly added.
“Good, good!” Nightmare Witch gasped, swiftly closing her fingers. “Now, GO!!!”
Finally taking the hint, with a bold yell the Geek leaped upwards and, extending a fist, formed into the classic hero flying pose in mid-air. “Up up and awayyyyy….” his booming, nerdy cry thundered as he vanished into the portal, its echoes ringing through the lair after he was gone.
“Oh, thank the dark devil himself,” Nightmare Witch groaned. Alone at last she abandoned all attempts at maintaining her usual imperious and elegant posture, slumping over heavily until her huge boobs nearly brushed against her thighs. Bent over, holding onto the bony tripod for support, she groaned and trembled after the long effort of retaining her poise. Reaching down experimentally, she felt up between her legs… and gasped as her fingers came back dripping with her own ooze. “I… I think I did too good a job on that one…” she whispered to herself, as she watched, awed despite herself, as she lifted first one long-nailed finger and then the other, watching the thick and shiny streamers of her own lubricant flowing back and forth between them. Then, with a gasp of revulsion at her own weakness, she hastily shook the goopy streamers off. Getting a hold of herself she put her moist hands on her hips nad slowly stood up straight.
“Now, to business,” she said. Turning, she began to strut out of her throne room. “I will observe the Geek’s progress from my bedchambers…” she said to the squatting frog-like servitor demons who gaped up at her, in awe as if she were a goddess, as she passed. Her buxom barely-clad ass sauntered a few swaying steps past them… and then suddenly paused, quivering in its tight little one-piece before their gaping faces. Her gorgeous head turned, until the frog demons could gaze upon it in profile. “And fetch me those ‘vibrators’ you stole from Green Specter,” she instructed them, archly, over her shoulder. “I have some, uh… mystic needs to delve into and… and I think they may come in handy.” Then, turning her head forward, lifting it as proudly as she could, she continued to strut imperiously forward towards her sinister and forbidden boudoir.
Meanwhile, in the secret base of the Thunder Eagles, the mighty heroines had finished their desperate preparations. Every single set of lips was gasping breathlessly under a full, carefully applied set of lipstick. Each pair of eyes blinked under a new coating of mascara, and freshly re-touched eyelashes. Every last heroine wore a fresh new bikini, their spare pairs, no matter how minutely soiled, having all having been summarily tossed down the chute to the automated laundry. Their tiny, colorful costumes arced flawlessly across body, after body, after sumptuously curvaceous and flawlessly pneumatic body. Having come back together, the heroines stood at attention before the swirling dimensional transit portal through which Danger Man would arrive… and waited. And waited. Squirming and fidgeting in their gloriously straining and jiggling bikinis, they waited.
“Do… do you think he got lost?” Got Gal asked Green Spectre. Both heroines stood at parade rest, with their hands folded demurely behind their jutting, panty-clad asses.
“Shh….” Ms. Americana said. She stood, of course, front and center, upon her pedestal before the waiting portal. “That’s not possib – OH!” The portal had started to swirl. “Here he comes! Everyone, stand at attention!”
On command, every single heroine clasped her hands tightly behind her scantily-clad ass, spread her mighty legs wide, and lifted her chin high. Holding their proud power stances they watched and waited, breathlessly, as from the portal a glowing shape slowly emerged, filled out into a tall and broad-shouldered glowing form. Gasping for breath, the heroines pulled their shoulders back and lifted their heads even taller. Finally, the glowing faded to reveal, standing tall upon the elevated transit dais, the mighty form of Danger Man himself. A man universally considered one of the top ten most powerful, noble, and handsome heroes on Earth. Every heroine’s breath quickened, and their eyes widened, gazing up at him in awe.
“Welcome, Danger Man,” Ms. Americana said, bowing low at the waist before him.
‘Oh, fuck’ the Geek thought, as he got to look straight down her massive jostling cleavage. ‘This is awesome!!!’
“Welcome, Danger Man,” the other heroines said in unison, following her lead. As one, they bowed low before him as well.
‘Fuuck!!!!’ the Geek screamed internally, as one set of gigantic and awesomely-displayed cleavage hanging down and jiggling before him suddenly became dozens. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to let the big goofy grin he was wearing internally spread out onto Danger Man’s square-jawed, imperious face. But he couldn’t stop the natural reaction also going on down below, which moments later had consequences.
“Welcome to the fortress of the Thunder Eagles,” Ms. Americana continued, rising. Her eyes, starting at his feet, began to take a quick tour up the magnificent hero’s body. “I hope you enjoy your st… your st… your…. Oh…. oh my goddess…”
The mighty heroine had suddenly grown tongue tied as, sliding up his muscular body, her eyes had reached the massive boner that was still in the process of swelling like a twisted serpent within his briefs. The other heroines saw it at about the same time… and a wave of soft, stunned gasps rippled across their awed, staring faces as they did so.
“Oh,” Danger Man said, eyes glancing downwards. He smiled slightly. He stood back up and folded his arms over his chest. At being the subject of such unusual feminine attention, his huge beast throbbed with unaccustomed pride. “They airbrush that out of my publicity photos,” he told the assembled, gaping heroines. “It makes all the other heroes feel inadequate,” he added, smirking.
“I’ll… I’ll bet…” Got Gal whispered, still staring. Her buxom body trembling, she slowly licked her lips, hungrily. Licking their lips, the other heroines squirmed, and did their best not to be caught staring – with limited success.
‘Shit –‘ thought the Geek, ‘I need a distraction from my distraction! How am I supposed to get busy in their pussies with all of them staring at me at once? Oh – right. Inspection.’
“Heroines of the Thunder Eagles,” mighty Danger Man said, sweeping his gaze across them. Guiltily, the heroines and sidekicks before him quickly tore their awed gaze off his massive package and snapped it back up to his face. Fidgeting nervously, they swiftly lifted their proud breasts high again and, folding their hands behind their jutting bottoms, tried to pretend their minds were utterly chaste, and their bodies not the slightest bit aroused. “I am honored and privileged to be here with you,” Danger Geek said, doing the same. “And dismayed,” he added, voice and expression growing darker.
“D-dismayed?” Ms. Americana gasped, looking up at him in shock. All thought of his massive mysterious package was briefly, very briefly, forgotten.
“Yes,” Danger Man said, darkly. “Because I am barely through your door and already I see so much wrong. That floor is filthy!” He pointed down at the floor that stretched between himself and the beauteous heroines, upon which several streaks and scuff marks could be seen. “That waste basket is overflowing!” He swept his arm up to point at a distant trash can from which spare papers and waste spilled. “And, though you knew very well a visitor was coming from a long way, I see no food prepared for his arrival.”
“Food?!” Wolf Woman gasped, shocked.
“I do not mention this for my benefit, per se,” Danger Man said, “but as yet another sign of your general laxity and decay.”
“With all due respect, Danger Man,” Ms. Americana protested… even as a slight blush spread across her cheeks to have these faults pointed out to her. “Is not your purpose to inspect for signs of villainous infiltration and impersonation? Not to point out petty foibles and problems?”
Danger Man raised an eyebrow. “A tightly run ship is the foundation of vigilance. Do you disagree Ms. Americana?”
The Queen of Justice squirmed before him, like a schoolgirl called to the carpet before the class. “No…” she admitted, reluctantly.
“Good,” he said, slowly descending the steps from the portal towards her waiting, beautiful, and scantily-clad form. “Because before I finish my ‘real’ inspection, it is certainly possible for all these so-called ‘petty foibles’ to be amended.” He stopped directly in front of her, and folded his arms across his massive chest. “Is it not?”
Briefly, a look of anger quivered across Ms. Americana’s features. But she forced it quickly aside. “You are correct,” she said, bowing her head meekly… even as her eyes still flashed in fury.
‘Dammnnn!’ the Geek giggled furiously on the inside. ‘I’m bossing around Ms. Americana! This is fucking awesome!’ His dick throbbed furiously inside his shorts… which drew a few fresh gasps from several blushing, squirming heroines who had still been sneaking glances at it. “I leave it to the captain to make sure the orders are given,” his stentorian voice said grimly, on the outside.
Turning, Ms. Americana put her hands upon her hips and glared. “Alright ladies,” she said… mindless of the magnificent look she was now giving the awed Geek, down onto her luscious panty-clad buns. “You heard the man. I want this place cleaned up on the double. Flag Girl! Empty the waste baskets. Got Chic! Clean the bathrooms! Wolf Woman! Prepare some food for our guest!”
“Food?!” Wolf Woman gasped again, shocked.
Ms. Americana glared at her. Her buxom well-observed ass quivered with all the irritation of having to hop to Danger Man’s command… doubled by the resistance of her subordinate. “Yes!” she snapped, stalking pneumatically forward, and raising a finger shoved it into the luscious Latina’s startled face. “Cook our guest a nice lunch,” she said. “And pour all your heart into it.”
“But… but…” Wolf Woman said again. Her buxom body squirmed in outrage in its tiny, straining bikini. “But I would never demean myself by cooking for a…” Then, she glanced up at Danger Man’s handsome face… and her voice faded away into a soft gasp. She squirmed, her huge breasts sloshing in their tiny constraining bra. She licked her lips. Then she bowed her head meekly. “Of… of course,” she whispered. She folded her hands before her tiny brown panties, while her buxom dusky hips squirmed in anticipation. “I… I would be happy to…” she added, in a soft whisper.
One by one, Ms. Americana gave orders to all of her heroines. After Wolf Woman’s dressing down, none resisted them in the slightest. Soon, one by one, their voluptuous barely-covered bodies turned, and scampered away pneumatically to obey. The Geek watched in glee as the concentrated mass of observant heroines split up one by one, each departing pair of eyes making his job easier. Soon only Ms. Americana was left, standing red-faced before him, hands upon the hips of her straining, swooping panties.
Lifting her head with smug pride, she turned and smirked up at Danger Man.
“As you can see,” she purred up at him, lifting her chin proudly, “we run a tight ship here, after all. On my watch everything gets done!”
“Very good,” Danger Man said. “Except for one thing. The floors.”
“The floors?” Ms. Americana gasped, looking up at him in shock.
“Yes. You didn’t assign anyone to scrub the floors. Did you forget?”
Ms. Americana looked around, desperately. But there were no heroines left. Then, she turned back to Danger Man. “No,” she said. She lifted her chin, imperiously, refusing to show a sign of weakness. “No. I did not assign that job because… because I’m going to clean the floors myself.”
“Really?”
“Of course!” she said. And, without a single hesitation, the buxom heroine strutted over to a janitorial closet, pulled it open, and withdrew a bucket and sponge. Her hands trembled slightly as she took them out. She turned her head, and glared at Danger Man. “Don’t you have an inspection to conduct?” she asked.
“I can wait a few minutes,” he said. “There’s not a problem is there?”
“Of course not!” she snapped. Hustling pneumatically over to a sink, she filled her bucket with soap and water, and then marched to the center of the room. Standing directly before him, she slowly set the bucket down. Bending low, trying to ignore his huge body and throbbing erection, she soaked her sponge in the soapy mixture. Then, holding it, she turned her head and looked at him.
“Are you really going to make me do this?” she asked.
“We must all learn our lessons Ms. Americana,” the towering, muscular hero said.
Her face quivered. Turning her head with a gasp, she looked away. Then, refusing to meet his gaze, she blushed slightly… and slowly sank to her knees.
“Good girl,” the mighty hero said, his lips twisting up into a smirk.
Directly in front of his feet the Queen of Justice slowly bent down onto all fours… and, her blush deepening, started scrubbing. Kneeling at his feet, in her skimpy glorious bikini, Ms. Americana gasped as she jerked the sudsy sponge back and forth across the floor. Her massive breasts wobbled and jiggled just above the floor as she worked, while her svelte ass, tilted up for his viewing pleasure, wiggled and squirmed gloriously with each and every servile scrub.
“That’s good,” he said, slowly walking around her to observe her from every angle. Standing behind her, he looked up her spread, mighty, struggling thighs. Beneath her awesome, skimpy-panty-clad ass, he could see her delicate, panty-encased mound, wiggling delicately back and forth as she scrubbed. As he watched, smirking, a trickle of moisture emerged from Ms. Americana’s pussy and caused the crotch of her panties to rapidly darken with creamy, sticky fluid.
“Very good!” he said, laughing. He had to resist the urge to reach down and rub Ms. Americana’s ooze-covered pussy, through her thin, sopping panty. Instead, turning, he walked away to begin his ‘inspection’. “You keep up the good work, you hear?” he called to her over his broad shoulder as, smirking, he departed.
Left behind, Ms. Americana hissed in outrage, but continued, obediently, to scrub. As she worked away steadily to fulfill the arrogant hero’s orders, the moisture oozing up out of the sponge between her gloved, scrubbing fingers was rapidly equaled, and then exceeded, by the seeping moisture rapidly building up between her muscular, kneeling thighs.