Our Story Thus Far: Nightmare Witch has transformed the Geek into the likeness of Danger Man, a mighty hero, and sent him to infiltrate the heroines' base. He has done so, gaining complete dominance over their computer systems while fucking basically every heroine there and stealing their costumes. Meanwhile Ms. Americana who, due to an early ruse by the Geek, spent the entire time on her hands and knees, furiously scrubbing the base's floors. Now, having finally discovered what is going on, Ms. Americana has confronted the guilty 'hero' and her misbehaving heroines. Eyes burning with fury she demanded Danger Man come into her office so she can deal with him personally, leaving her naughty heroines waiting naked outside to be punished later... and the Geek, old instincts kicking in before the mighty Queen of Justice, has meekly followed the furious heroine into her sanctum.
Ms. Americana's quarters, naturally, were the largest and most luxurious in the base. Danger Geek's eyes darted about as her door slid shut behind him, taking it in. To his right, a raised area held a couch and arm chair. In the center, her large bed sprawled. To the left, a large computer console lay, with multiple monitors built into the wall above it. At the sight of Americana's personal computer, his eyes briefly latched onto it - even as her voluptuous scantily-clad buns were in the process of stalking over to it.
"That’s it,” he thought, briefly distracted by the lovely view as he watched Ms. Americana lean low over her console. “That’s my last target…” Then, after she pressed a few buttons, the screens on the wall above lit up… with video after video of him pounding the brains out of her team mates.
‘Shit…’ he thought, as he stared at them. ‘Busted…’
Ms. Americana turned and, glaring at him, folded her arms under her gigantic bra-straining breasts. From the look upon her face he could feel a tirade incoming. He braced himself against it, as a young boy might break against the tempestuous fury of his mommy.
Then, suddenly, he realized something. He realized that weathering Americana’s verbal attack would get him nowhere. ‘The best defense…’ he thought, ‘is a good offense.’ But his thoughts were not fast enough to pre-empt the start of Americana’s strident explosion.
“Do you think I am a fool?” the Queen of Justice suddenly asked the visiting hero, furiously. Her eyes blazed with anger and her entire buxom, mighty body quivered with righteous fury.
Standing before her, the Geek felt his confidence slowly swelling back. Within his trunks, his massive member swelled with it. A condescending grin slowly spread across Danger Man’s face.
“Yes,” he said.
“Good!” Ms. Americana snapped. “Then I… wh… what?” she gasped. Her eyes widened. This had not been in the script she had rehearsed over and over again, within her pretty head.
“Ms. Americana,” Danger Man said firmly, folding his own arms and standing resolutely before her. “Do you know how many of your heroines I have fucked, today?”
Her jaw dropped. Her face, startled, whirled to gape up at the screens depicting the naughty hero pounding away into the buxom quivering flesh of her comrades that covered the wall behind her. This was the evidence she had been planning on confronting him with, to send him packing in disgrace. Possibly, to have him ejected from the Council. She had not expected him to throw it into her face.
“All of them,” the Geek said, before she could reply.
Mouth still agape, the Queen of Justice’s head whirled back and she stared at him in shock. Her lips quivered, in disbelief. “R-really?” she finally asked. She had only gathered video of his conquests in public places, such as the shower and kitchens, and had thus seriously under-estimated his total score.
“Yes,” Danger Man rumbled. He lifted his chin… even as his huge cock throbbed triumphantly within his bulging briefs. “Do you realize what that means, Ms. Americana?” he asked.
She shook her head, stunned… and more than a little awed by his achievement, despite herself. “No…” she whispered.
“It means,” he said, taking a step forward to loom over her gasping masked face, “that your little super-team is entirely wide open. Any villain who pleases could waltz in here any time, pound his way effortlessly through a security breach the size of your heroines’ collectively spread thighs… and inject anything he likes into your unprotected systems. Do you understand?”
Ms. Americana quivered before him. Slowly, she nodded. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Do you disagree?” he asked.
His dick was now fully engorged within his shorts, ready to burst out. Ms. Americana’s eyes fell, and she gasped as she gazed at it. Staring at the mighty hero's greatest super-endowment, she bit her lip and squirmed, her buxom mighty body shaking gloriously in its straining skimpy bikini. Finally, she tore her eyes away and looked up into his face.
“No…” she whispered, squirming in discomfort before him.
“Good,” he said. He took another step towards her. She gasped, squirming and sloshing in her tiny bulging costume as he approached. “Now, there are two ways I can handle this situation, Americana. I can go back to the Global Hero Council, expose to them exactly how breach-able you ladies’ defenses are, and have your scantily-clad asses tossed off our network in public shame and ignominy.” Coming to a halt just before her, he stared down into her wide, beautiful, mask-framed eyes. “Do you want me to do that, Ms. Americana?” he asked.
Transfixed, eyes never leaving his, the gorgeous heroine slowly shook her head. “No…” she whispered, softly.
“Well then,” the massive hero purred. His herculean body loomed over the buxom heroine as gasping, she squirmed before him like a trembling schoolgirl… her huge tits sloshing ponderously in her straining bra, just before his chest. “Our only option is for you to do exactly as you are told. But first, you must prove to me, Queen of Justice, that you can accept my absolute authority over you…”
Hands folded behind her voluptuous scantily-clad ass, Ms. Americana took a deep breath. “I… I do…” she whispered, softly. Through the cups of her huge bra, her large nipples had mysteriously become tented outwards, slightly.
The Geek leered at the sight, but shook his head. “No,” he said. “Words are insufficient. You must prove it, heroine. With actions.” His dick throbbed with glee inside his straining briefs, with each sentence he got to deliver to the haughty, mighty heroine.
Squirming before the mighty hero in her tiny bikini, Ms. Americana could not help but notice. Her eyes darted swiftly back and forth between his huge bulge and his square-jawed leering face, and her lips quivered with a deep breath. “What… what do you want me to do?” she asked at last, softly.
He grinned, let a long pause linger as he got to enjoy the sloshing of her titties, and then finally gave his answer. “Dance for me,” he purred.
Ms. Americana’s jaw dropped. “Wh-WHAT?” she shrieked.
The Geek chuckled, with Danger Man's handsome face. "I told you to dance for my pleasure, woman," he said. "Now act as a super-heroine should... and do as you are told!" Swinging his pimp hand back, he brought it down, hard, upon her big, round, and defiantly scantily-clad bottom.
"AIEEE!" Ms. Americana squealed as Danger Man's palm slammed into her svelte and tender buns. His super-human swat knocked the wide-eyed beauty off her feet and sent her stumbling across the room. At the far end of her quarters, beside her couch and chair, a part of her floor was raised - almost like a little stage. Stumbling and gasping from his pimp-slap, Ms. Americana found herself quivering up onto it. Catching her curvy top-heavy balance, the mighty heroine whirled and gaped back down at him in shock - the sudden motion making her giant boobies slosh back and forth dramatically within her enormous overloaded bikini top.
"How... how dare you?!" Americana hissed. One gloved hand reached back and, gingerly, rubbed up and down her sculpted thong-framed buns - upon which the clear pink imprint of Danger Man's fingers lingered. With the other, she brushed errant hair out of her face, while she glared down at him, her lips twisting and quivering into a sultry snarl. "I'm a super-heroine," the mighty beauty hissed, lips trembling. "Not some slutty stripper!"
"Don't pretend you didn't want it," the Geek purred back, into the angry heroine’s face. Smirking, he raised his little wrist computer in front of his face and pressed a couple buttons. Americana gasped, her eyes going wide, as moments later a thick thumping pornographic beat began to rumble forth from her hidden speakers, to beset and inundate her jiggling body. "Now, DANCE!" the Geek commanded, leering up at the shocked heroine. "Dance for my pleasure, Queen of Justice," he purred, "or I'll tell everyone what nasty whores your so-called heroines really are!"
"Oooh!" Ms. Americana hissed. Her gloved hands forming to fists to either side of her swooping patriotic panties, she stomped her foot and trembled in frustration. yet eve as she did so, the cold logic of his threats wrapped tight about her sloshing curves, entrapping them firmly.
'I... I don't have a choice...' the mighty Queen of Justice assured herself, softly, even as her lips twisted and trembled in a sultry snarl. 'I... I have to do what he says...'
"V-very well..." the offended heroine hissed. Drawing herself up to her full height, her svelte bikini-clad curves towering and jiggling before him, she glared down upon him... even as a slight blush spread across her masked cheeks. She lifted her arms high, until they framed her gorgeous snarling face. "If... if a dance is your price, you... you chauvinist prick..." she hissed down at him, "then a... a dance you shall have!"
And, in perfect time to the beat, her spectacular body began to wiggle and sway before him - to dance for his pleasure. Her buxom ass began to dip and sway in time to the beat. Her long, muscular legs spread wider, as her fertile rounded hips rolled and ground before him... very very slightly at first, but with slowly increasing energy as her body became more and more attuned to the thumping and insulting music. Between her uplifted fists her beautiful face hissed and glared at him, turning first one way and then the other... her burning blue eyes never leaving his handsome, leering face.
Grinning, the Geek could not help himself. Reaching down a single finger, he began gingerly stroking his immense, eagerly-throbbing monster through the tightly-crammed speedos which barely contained it. "Who gives a fuck what kind of man I am," Danger Man purred at her, his deep voice rumbling as his smirk spread. "This is about what kind of woman you are, Ms. Americana. You, and all your heroines. Now... show it!"
His rejoinder made Ms. Americana gasp, deeply, her face quivering with fury. Running her fingers through her lustrous dark hair, she pulled it back from her face, and glared at him in fury. But in the end, despite her outrage, the swaying and jiggling of her body did not cease, or even slow.
"As... as you wish... you... you sexist MONSTER!" she hissed.
Unable to face his triumphant leer any longer, Ms. Americana executed a graceful, dancing turn, her buxom ass wiggling and swaying in looping arcs until at last it was facing directly to him. But though in doing so she escaped his glittering gaze, she could not escape the beat. It continued to pound and jiggle through her mighty body, making it sway and wiggle as it was commanded. Running her hands through her hair, the gorgeous heroine turned and peeked back at him over her shoulder. She saw him stroking himself, through his speedos. With a gasp, she spun her head back forward. But, unable or unwilling to call him upon it, a deep blush spread across her masked cheeks. Rather than resist, she continued to grind and bounce her staggeringly taut yet juttingly voluptuous ass for his pleasure, directly before his finger-stroked briefs. Then, with a deep gasp, driven by the music, she bent low, lifted her ass high... and wiggled her thong-clad curves backside directly before his raging hard-on, as if deliberately trying to taunt and tease it.
The Geek licked his chops, his eyes glittering eagerly, as he enjoyed the mighty heroine's spectacular show. Her jutting buns jiggled - huge yet perfectly smooth and shapely. Between them, her panty-clad mound repeatedly peeked out from between her dancing thighs - as if getting a few shy glimpses of its mighty suitor. At the sight of her mound, his already huge erection swelled up to diamond-like hardness and throbbed with eager hunger. 'Fuck it,' he thought. 'I'll never get another chance at this.' Tired of stroking himself through them, he yanked the front of his over-strained spandex shorts out, and hauled out his gargantuan schlong. And, as Ms. Americana's spectacular buttocks continued to bounce and jiggle just a few meters before him, for his pleasure, he began, slowly at first but with increasing speed and relish, to stroke his sweaty palm up and down his immense, veiny, eagerly-twitching phallus.
Ms. Americana, for the moment, remained oblivious of her rival's blissfully brazen activity. But the slight 'fap fap fap!' his shuttling hand made still wafted out to her ears and, though concealed utterly beneath the beat, wormed its way into her subconscious mind. Lips suddenly dropping open and quivering slightly, Ms. Americana had no idea she heard it - but her primal subconscious instantly recognized the sound and what it meant. Americana whimpered, a deep blush spreading across her masked cheeks, as she suddenly felt a mysterious surge of hot moisture within her noble pussy. Bending low, until her ravishing raven-haired head was beneath the level of her ass, she continued her surrender to the beat. She wiggled and swayed her ass high in the air. The Geek grinned - and stroked his immense and delightedly twitching member even faster.
At last, realizing she could not hide from his gaze forever, Ms. Americana stood tall once more. Lifting her hands up she executed a slow, wiggling turn, her shapely flat belly twisting and swaying like a belly dancer's. Within her gorgeous head she was already estimating how long her dance had lasted, and how much it would have to continue. But those thoughts flew from her in an instant when she turned once more to face him, and once more let her gaze drop.
"Oh... oh my GODDESS!" she shrieked, as she beheld his huge, hand-served penis in shock.
Yet, she could not help herself. Even as her jaw tumbled wide and her eyes spread wide in outraged disbelief, her body remained a prisoner of the thumping beat. Her skimpy panty-clad hips and massive, bra-cup-straining cleavage continued to bounce and sway delightfully before his huge beast, even as it jerked and pulsed eagerly within his shuttling palm. The view looked like nothing else than as if the Queen of Justice herself, in the midst of her nightly patrol, had elected to stop and give a special show to a filthy bum playing with himself at a bus stop before proceeding down her next dark alley. As her body wiggled and squirmed Ms. Americana's wide blue eyes did a dance of their own, darting up and down his huge finger-throttled member in gaping disbelief. Then, at last, she tore them back up to his face and gave him a dark, quivering glare.
"You... you filthy PERVERT!" the mighty heroine hissed... even as her panty-clad hips continued to bounce and sway, and her gargantuan jutting jugs to jostle and jiggle in their straining bikini top, before his fapping cock. "What... what kind of hero ARE YOU?" she growled, eyes burning down at him in fury.
The Geek leered. "What's the matter, heroine?" he cooed. He slowed his pace, giving his huge meat a few slow and luxuriating strokes as he reveled in her jiggling curves. "Is the mere sight of me doing this enough to throw you off from your dance?"
Ms. Americana's eyes flashed. Realizing she was being tested, she took in a deep breath - even as her voluptuous scantily-clad hips continued to sway. "Of... of course not..." she hissed. Her eyes darted once more down to his huge cock, and trembled with rage. But she could not stop her tongue from slipping out, and briefly licking her full red lips. "Your... your big prick... means nothing to me..." she said, still glaring at his cock. Then, finally tearing her eyes away from it, she proved it by putting her hands behind her back, thrusting her chest forward and - even as her eyes burned and her moist lips quivered in a sultry snarl overhead - shaking her titanic boobies dramatically back and forth in the hero's face. The Geek proved utterly shameless, leering down gleefully into Americana's stunning world-famous cleavage, as it jostled and jiggled heavily before him, like a chasm of jello squeezed between the immense globes of shimmying patriotic bra-cup straining to either side.
"Oh, yeah..." he said, softly. "That's the stuff..."
Her lips trembling in a sultry snarl, Ms. Americana let her mighty rival get a long look. Then she stood back up, and resumed dancing. All thoughts of stopping had been blasted from her, by his challenge - or so she told herself, as she tried to keep her eyes off his gargantuan cock.
"Is... this all you care about, hero?" she asked, in a furious hiss, as she squirmed and shook her spectacular bikini-clad curves. "Is all you're after in a woman some T&A?!"
"Of course not," the Geek purred. He grinned. "A tight pussy and tighter throat also counts for a little, too" he purred.
Americana gasped, in shock. Her gorgeous head spun to one side, unable to look such a perverted chauvinist in the face... even as her voluptuous body continued to wiggle and sway for his pleasure.
"By the same token," the Geek said, leaping back onto the offense before the heroine's brain could recover from his rejoinder, "is this as daring as a super-heroine is willing to dance?"
Unable to meet his gaze directly, Ms. Americana lifted her hands high as she rolled her buxom barely-clad hips and, turning her beautiful head slightly, peeked at him from behind her arms. "What... what do you mean?" she whispered, voice trembling halfway between fury and passion.
Danger Geek's square-jawed grin broadened. "I just mean," he cooed, his eyes half-lidded and suggestive, "that a bold heroine should be willing to take risks... to throw mere mortal dignity to the wind... not dance like the uptight, fearful little prude she secretly is!"
Ms. Americana gasped, deeply. To an outside observer, to call the lascivious wiggling of her spectacular curves the Queen of Justice was currently engaged in 'prudish' or 'fearful' would have seemed insane. But the comment still struck a deep chord inside her squirming bikini-straining body. She took a deep breath, while executing a deep dipping bounce, and then shot back high upon her long, sleek, muscularly-extended legs.
"What... what do you mean?" she asked at last, softly, blinking at him out of the corner of her half-hidden eyes.
He grinned. His huge dick twitched eagerly in his shuttling palm, as her bountiful curves bounced gloriously before him in her straining little bikini. "Do I have to do all of your thinking for you, tits-for-brains?" the mighty hero snapped. "Are you both stupid and timid?"
Ms. Americana gasped deeply. Her luscious bottom twitched and quivered, as if under another spanking, at the implications of his rude and sexist words. But moments later, she lifted her chin boldly - still pressed to her uplifted arms - and shot him a hot, burning glare. "I am neither!" she hissed at him. Her lips twisted once more into a sultry snarl, as she struggled between two poles - her huge boobies bouncing back and forth in their overloaded cups as if in imitation of her struggles. Finally, luscious curves tingling under her tight little bikini, the gasping super-heroine was sure she knew what he meant - and what she must do.
"V-very well," she hissed at last, through trembling lips.
Dropping her arms from where they had been lifted beside her head, her lips quivering, the mighty heroine continued to dance and sway before him to the music as her gloved hands slowly lowered to her breasts. She paused, gasping softly, as her fingers reached her golden star-shaped bra catch. Closing her eyes, she whimpered softly, her voluptuous panty-clad hips swaying slowly back and forth before his leering gaze. But she could not delay forever. Finally, her pretty masked cheeks blushing slightly and her fingers trembling, with a soft gasp, she undid her catch.
It was as if a titty bomb had been set off. Propelled by the immense elastic force they had held contained and jiggling inside them, the immense yet inadequate silken cups of her star-spangled bra burst wide asunder, letting a vast flood of silky-smooth yet ponderously-jiggling boob surge forward to bounce and tremble naked and before the hero's leering gaze. Her breasts were like twin bowling balls of heavy, yet soft and smoothly rounded fat, which surged forward as if seeking a mutual pin before, jerked to a halt by the full jug-shaped curves of her mammaries, they were left to whack jiggle-tastically together. Their massive cleavage was left to stroke and rub delicately together, her huge tits rubbing and caressing together as if tender consolation to each other that they did not have a man's hands to heft and stroke them. Meanwhile the empty cups of her bra settled down, like twin drooping fallen flags, cradled delicately against her magnificent side-boob.
At the sight of Ms. Americana's huge naked tits, the Geek's leer cracked into a gigantic grin. "Hahaha!" he cackled with fiendish delight, his white heroic teeth opening up and glittering as he let out a booming laugh upon her. "Did you just STRIP, you slut?!" he crowed, mockingly.
Ms. Americana gasped in shock, her lips quivering in horror and her panty-clad hips swaying in dismay above and below her huge newly-naked breasts, respectively. "You... you told me to!" she moaned, face trembling in shock behind her mask.
"I did nothing of the sort, bitch!" Danger Man snapped, his teeth coming together in a huge grin to mirror the closing of his fiendish trap around her mighty hourglass-shaped curves. He had been very careful not to give her any specific suggestions - so that no matter how her horny subconscious interpreted his words he could hoist her upon them. But he still could not have been more delighted with the results as they shook, like giant water-melons of breast-fat tipped with big delicate bare nipples, before him.
Americana's jaw dropped, and her eyes spread wide in horror, as the trembling half-stripped heroine realized he was right. A pulse of fear and shame shot through her, starting from her panty-clad pussy and tingling upwards beneath her voluptuous flesh. "You... you implied it!" she gasped, her voice shaking, as she desperately tried to hold onto the last shred of her noble dignity.
But the Geek was not about to allow her that tenderest of mercies. "Implied means shit, bitch," he said. "Don't hide behind that like a coward. You stripped because you wanted to. Admit it!"
Blue eyes blinking in shock, Ms. Americana gaped at him in trembled. "But..." she gasped, her luscious red lips quivering. "But... but..." she whispered, sounding like a boat engine failing to start as her humiliated brain struggled to find anything to metaphorically cover herself. Like a timid schoolgirl she shrank back from him - almost as if, true to his accusation, she was attempting to hide behind her enormous, swaying naked tits.
"Admit it!" he roared, leaning forward... until his yelling lips seemed on the verge of enveloping one of her extended, naked areolas.
"Oh!" Ms. Americana gasped. Pinned to the spot by his roar and trembling in her boots, her gloves, and her tiny thong panties - and little else - she finally psychologically had no choice. "F-Fine!" she moaned. Clutching both hands to her magnificent jutting ass, to either side of her tiny star-spangled butt-floss, she whirled her head to one side and gasped - her lips hanging open and quivering, her high cheeks bright pink beneath her mask. "Fine!" she spat, voice and body trembling. "I... I stripped for you because... because I wanted to!" she said, her panty-clad body quivering with passion. "Because... it turned me on! Does... does that satisfy you, you beast?!" she hissed.
It didn't. Instead, the Geek threw his spit-curled head back and laughed at her even louder. "Hahahaha!" his noble voice thundered. "SLUT!" he said, lapping his chops and leering.
"Oh!" Ms. Americana gasped. "Oh... you male chauvinist BEAST!" Her voluptuous hips thrashed back and forth. Too late, as a deep blush spread across her cheeks her trembling hands rose up and attempted to cover the tips of her breasts. Her bright red, A-embossed gloves trembled over the tips of her enormous jugs, as they bounced and swayed beneath her inadequately clutching fingers. "You... you sexist PIG!" she spat at him, her gorgeous face gaping at him in disbelief above her inadequately-covered jiggling super-boobies.
"You know you love it," he purred, stroking himself eagerly as he enjoyed the wiggling, cowering Queen of Justice. "Now... if you really are a bold heroine, who stripped because you wanted to... then why have you stopped?!"
"Oh! G-goddess!" Ms. Americana whispered, stricken. Her eyes widened and her body trembled in shock, as she felt his rhetorical vise close about her proud, wiggling curves. Turning her head, she gaped at him in disbelief. But though her luscious lips quivered, they could produce no words to answer him.
"Well?" he asked, leering eagerly as his fist pounded up and down his massive meat. "Answer!"
"OH!" Ms. Americana whimpered. Her head rolled from one side to the other, her gorgeous features twisting into a grimace. But, lost in a world of humiliation and lust, she could formulate no reply to save her face - or her costume. "I... I have not stopped..." the proud heroine whispered at last, bitterly, through her trembling lips.
The Geek's leer twisted upward hungrily. "Then what are you waiting for, bitch?" he asked, his huge meat pulsing eagerly in his pounding palm.
The Queen of Justice could not help herself. Panting for breath, she squirmed before him for a moment... and then, helplessly, dropped her gaze to his penis. She licked her lips, staring at it, as its pussy-ruining girth twitched with hungry lust before her. "N...nothing..." she finally whispered, eyes glued to it... as her panty-clad hips continued to dance and sway to the time of the beat.
"Then get on with it, Slut of Justice," the mighty hero sneered.
"Oh... G-Great Justice!" Ms. Americana whispered, softly. Closing her eyes, her entire buxom body trembled, in mid-dance. But, though a deep blush suffused her face, she could not delay forever. Finally, with a soft moan, she dropped her hands from her breasts. At the tips of her huge jugs her delicate nipples emerged fully extended, large and round - and protruding straight towards him, as if begging to be slurped around and sucked upon by his long heroic tongue. The Geek leered, watching as her nipples danced in little circles before him as her huge boobies sloshed and jiggled. Ms. Americana gasped, following his gaze. But though her gloved fingers slid and trembled upon her flat bare belly, they made no attempt to rise back up and cover her massive tits. Then, with a tiny moan, they sunk lower. Her fingertips quivered as they made a brief, caressing pass up and down the sleek swooping front of her proud tiny panties. Then, at last, her fingers slid back up... and slipped into the tiny golden hip-straps of her bottoms.
"Oh... oh Goddess!" Ms. Americana moaned, her head thrashing back and forth.
She could not help herself. Body still bouncing and jiggling in time to the beat, she slowly sunk low before him - her thumbs pushed through the hips of her panties and pulling them out fractionally from her silky flesh. Between her mighty legs her curvy, patriotically-sheathed crotch remained on full display before him. Then, bouncing back up on her long long legs, she whimpered deeply. Her head tilting back until only the underside of her sculpted chin was visible, her trembling red hands pulled up first one side of her panties and then the other, stretching them inches from her flesh.
"Oh... oh, you beast!" she hissed, glaring at him over sultrily snarling lips, as her stretched-out panties quivered between her hooked thumbs. "You pig! You animal!"
The Geek leered right back, beating his meat eagerly within his little distended shorts. "Hurry the fuck up, bitch," he purred back, and made a kissy-face at her mockingly. "Don't keep a superior man waiting."
The comment struck Ms. Americana like a blow to her flat and sexy gut. Yet she could not resist. With a deep moan, her gorgeous face spun until he could only see it in profile. Her gloved hands trembled - causing her taut-stretched panties, around one of which her thumbs were hooked, to shake an inch from her flesh. Then, with a deep moan, she slowly pulled them down. Her precious bottoms dropped, inverted, and pulled down onto her mighty thighs. And as they slid down onto her legs at last they pulled aside to reveal her delicate pussy naked before him - drooling, glistening, and shining with her dribbling moisture.
"Hahahaha!" Danger Man roared, with delight, at the sight of Americana's gooey pussy. "Your pussy is sopping wet - you slut!"One hand slamming eagerly up and down his dick, he shoved the other one out and pointed at it, mockingly. "You pretend to be a haughty heroine, but inside you're just waiting to be tamed by a villain's dick - just like all the rest of your kind!"
"Oh! Goddess!" Ms. Americana gasped. Quivering in shock, her hands flew up out of her tiny panties - leaving them stranded a third of the way down her mighty wiggling and now humiliatingly bound thighs - and flew up to clutch at her face. "That's... that's not true!" she cried. Yet even as she tried to deny it her delicate pussy, wiggling back and forth before him just above her taut-stretched thigh-binding panties, let another glistening streamer of creamy moisture ooze from it and hang, invitingly, from her labial lips.
"IT IS!" the Geek eagerly thundered back, with his gigantic new super-human lungs. His huge cock jerked and pumped eagerly, within his sweaty shuttling palm, as he leered at her. "You and all your heroines are nothing but filthy whores," he sneered, a giant evil grin upon his lips. "Need I remind you - I fucked every last one of them. I filled them with my seed. And still they BEGGED for more!"
"Oh... oh Goddess!" Ms. Americana moaned. A furious blush exploded across her cheeks. She had not forgotten... but her own half-stripped torment had momentarily driven it from her mind. Reminded, her head turned and she gaped at the distant screens in horror... as they continued to play out the ever-looping footage of Danger Man's huge cock, slamming through the eagerly surrendered pussies of all her noble buxom heroines. "Oh... OH GODDESS!" she moaned, louder, as one hand dropped instinctively to rub at her flat bare belly... just above her own defenseless and enticingly drooling bare cunt.
"And not just that," the Geek purred. Tormenting the mighty buxom heroine was giving him such an enormous thrill, he was suddenly struck by the manic urge to flaunt that which he had kept skulkingly hidden. Flipping open one of his pouches, he pulled out the tiny bikini bottom he found inside - which happened to be Got Gal's - and stretched it forth brazenly before the blonde heroine's naked ally. "I stole all their costumes!" the Geek tauntingly laughed.
"Oh... oh Great Justice!" Ms. Americana gasped. Hands running in shock up and down her squirming body, she gaped in disbelief. She stared at her best friend's little panty, her sleek white front dangling down out of the pouch, her golden female symbols flopping mockingly in the air as stretched the stolen trophy near to its breaking point. Then her eyes darted up and down his body and, her own half-stripped and curvy form quaking in shock, she let out another even louder moan.
Now that she was looking for them, she at last saw the tell-tale hints of the hero's perverse thieving spree all up and down him. Here, she finally saw the little tell-tale scrap of Jungle Babe's skimpy fur panty dangling from a pouch by his hip, the long thin cords that had once kept the little thong tied tight about her buxom flesh hanging out and dangling mockingly in the air. Further up his chest one of the pouches on his bandolier, overloaded by the density of delicate fabric inside it, had been pushed open... and one of the huge cups of Lady Midnight's stolen bustier peeked out, hanging a few inches from its prison, as if to say hi.
"Oh... oh my Goddess!" the Queen of Justice moaned, her hands clutching tight to her mighty naked curves as her eyes ran up and down his body in shock, seeing a hint of heroine bustier, bra, or proud little thong everywhere she looked. "What... what are you going to do with them?" she asked, her full red lips hanging open and quivering incredulously.
"What do you think, bitch" the Geek sneered. "I'm gonna open up a whole new trophy room in my base, and hang em' up for all to see!"
"Oh... oh Great Justice! No!" Ms. Americana moaned, her voluptuous naked hips thrashing as a storm of sexual horror and shame ravaged through her.
"If Superman, Batman, or any other loser hero every tries to come off as hot shit, I can take em in and show off all the skimpy colorful proof they need that I'm the superior man," the Geek purred, leering eagerly. His eyes glittered with evil as they enjoyed her distraught and squirming dance, the bouncing of her huge uncovered boobies and the drooling of her imperiled cunt. "And if you heroines ever try to claim to be anything but utter sluts, I can show off my eternal proof," he sneered, leering at the creamy fluids dribbling from her cunt, "of just what dirty, eager-to-be-tamed harlots you so-called 'heroines' really are!"
"Oh... no! You can't!" Ms. Americana moaned. Her head thrashing back, her lustrous black hair flashing in the air, she squirmed and thrashed in torment. Which of course just made her huge boobies bounce and slosh in glorious self-stripped nakedness before him, tickled at the sides by her giant empty cups, while her fertile and voluptuous hips swayed in sleek delicate nakedness before his pulsing cock. "You... you promised if I danced... you would tell no one!" she gasped... her naked pussy shining between her thighs, as she continued to do what she had been told.
The Geek sneered. "I promised not to tell anyone about fucking your heroines' pussies, bitch," he purred, as he enjoyed the jiggling sloshing fruits of his carefully worded bargain. "I said nothing about hanging their bras and panties up, for all to see!"
"Oh... oh Goddess! OH GODDESS!" Ms. Americana moaned, head sinking back and shuddering, as she realized she'd been tricked. But rather than discouraging it, as humiliation poured through her shapely naked body it seemed to make her giant liberated breasts slosh even more gloriously before the hero's leering gaze, and her voluptuous fertile hips to bounce and grind even more delightfully. "OH... you... you can't do this!" she moaned - face facing to the ceiling, and lips quivering in horrified passion. "You... you wouldn't!" Ms. Americana wailed. Her gorgeous face lifted high, eyes closed behind her mask as if seeking succor from the heavens, her full red lips hung open and trembled with nigh rapturous passion, as the terrible imagery of her heroines' bikinis hung up in a vast case - heroes leering into it and chortling over the skimpy trophies of sexual conquest. "Oh... oh how COULD you?!" she hissed, as the visions of her mind's eye caused her lips to pull back into her quivering sultry snarl.
"Because I can, bitch!" the Geek laughed, his hand flying up and down his huge, heroine-taming, eagerly twitching cock with glee.
"No..." Ms. Americana gaped. Her eyes opened in slits and stared piercingly into his square-jawed face. "The... the Danger Man I knew would never do this..." she whispered. "You... you're the biggest boyscout on Earth. A goody two shoes... A mighty warrior but a total wimp. You always do exactly what women ask of you. But... all of a sudden... you're acting like a perverted villain. WHY?" she asked.
Suddenly the Geek's manic high shattered, and tumbled down to form a solid pit in his stomach. His hand continued to shuttle furiously up and down his giant new dick - but suddenly it felt cold, like dead stone, in his palm. He might have Danger Man's body - but as his sparring with Omega Woman had proved, he scarce had a clue how to use it for anything but fucking. And as humiliated as she might be, half-stripped Americana still had her golden belt glittering about her hourglass-shaped waist. Even if he did manage to take her, her cries of alarm might well break the spell his deep pounding had placed upon the heroines squirming outside - who, despite their ample jiggling charms, nevertheless represented a super-army even Danger Man could not hope to take down. Suddenly, as she continued to dance, her voluptuous naked hips seemed almost to sway like the head of a deadly cobra before his mesmerized gaze.
"Uhhh..." the Geek said, with Danger Man's rumbling stolen voice. His throat suddenly went bone dry, and his hand, which had been flying up and down his twitching cock with glee, suddenly froze and trembled in fear.
Fortunately for the Geek on many occasions when dealing with women the smartest option for a man is silence. This was one of those times. With a tiny sigh, Ms. Americana closed her eyes. "D... don't answer..." the mighty heroine whispered softly, her face trembling with shame. Gasping softly, blushing, she turned her gorgeous head and tucked it up against one of her uplifted arms. "I... I know why you're doing this, Danger Man..." she whispered at last, softly - still dancing.
"You do?" the Geek said, shocked. Despite Danger Man's gigantic lungs and thick neck, the words came out in a high pitch that almost sounded like the Geek's naturally nasal, irritating, vagina-desiccating whine.
Fortunately for him, Americana was still far too wrapped up in her own swirling emotional space to notice. "Yes..." she whispered, her full red lips quivering in passion as another streak of humiliation tore through her voluptuous naked curves. "I... I do..." she added, huskily, as her giant naked tits sloshed back and forth gloriously before him... her big nipples painfully extended from the tips of her giant flawless jugs.
"I see..." the Geek said. Drawing on the experience and confidence he'd gained in his last several hours of heroine-bed-creaking glory, he quickly got himself under control. Squelching its brief adolescent, nails-on-a-chalkboard excursion, his voice returning to Danger Man's natural deep, heroine-spine-tingling and panty-moistening rumble. A smirk slowly spread across his handsome masked face, and his hand, after several seconds quivering frozen in fear, began once more to stroke up and down his dick with slow smooth strokes. "Tell me..." he purred, as his dick, still tingling with the memories of its brief bout of fear, nevertheless began to twitch hungrily again.
Unable to answer immediately, Ms. Americana took a deep breath, her open lips quivering. Her voluptuous hips swayed back and forth before him... her panties slipping another few inches down her bound-together thighs, until they almost reached her knees. "You you are testing us..." she finally whispered. Her hands ran up and down her helplessly dancing body... trembling with shame, yet somehow managing to cover absolutely none of her bouncing or glistening charms. "Seeing... seeing how we reacted to the tactics of a villain..." she whispered. Her blush deepened, and a humiliated quiver ran through her entire buxom dancing body. "And... and we have failed... UTTERLY!" she moaned at last, her voice rising up into a conquered, humiliated wail.
"How so?" Danger Man cooed - his fist continuing to pound eagerly up and down his twitching cock.
"OH!" Ms. Americana whimpered, a deep blush burning behind her mask. But she could not resist the hero's voice, as its deep masculine rumble seemed to quiver straight down her throat and up her exposed pussy to take rightful command over her naked female body. "You... you attacked us... insidiously... at our weakest point," she admitted, softly. Juices leaked from her bare weak point in question, as her buxom hips swayed. Her head tossed back and forth, gasping and whimpering, as she struggled with the torment of admitting the truth. "And... and we fell for it... utterly!" she moaned. Her hands clutched at her huge bare tits in passion, but did nothing to conceal their bouncy, wobbling naked glory. "Instead of spurning your assault..." she moaned, her gorgeous head thrashing back and forth as the torment of admission filled her, "we... we opened up... we spread our thighs wide... and... and BEGGED you to do your worst!"
With a deep moan, her head falling back so he could see the underside of her chin, for a short while Ms. Americana could only dance. Her huge boobies shook back and forth, and her buxom hips dipped and dove before her leering rival, as if with the pneumatic jiggles of her own curvy body the heroine was trying to apologize for her failure. Then, at last, her flushed face rose back up... and, trembling before him, her blue eyes looking into his, her red lips opened and hesitantly spoke.
"I... I have one request of you..." the mighty heroine whispered, while she continued to shimmy and sway her ample money-makers for his pleasure.
"Oh?" the Geek asked, cracking a leering smirk. "What is it?"
"You... you can keep your... your captured costumes," she whispered, moisture oozing from her cunt as her own panties stretched taut around her dancing booted ankles, hobbling them, forcing her to dance in place as if she were in a cage. "We deserve to lose them..." she moaned, her cheeks going bright red. "To have an eternal reminder, of the shame of our failure.” She licked her lips, and gasped deep. “But please, I beg you..." she said. Opening her eyes, she blinked at him in moist torment. "Please... keep them a secret," she whispered. "A... a private shame, shared only by you, the hero... and we, your conquests."
"Hmmm..." the Geek purred, considering. "That's a big ask, heroine," he said. He stroked his hand slowly up and down his sweaty dick, as if pretending to be indecisive. "After all, they are mine by right of conquest. What good is a trophy you cannot show off to your friends?!"
"Oh... p-please!" the Queen of Justice moaned, loudly. Unable to meet his gaze, she moaned, and turned her head aside... but continued to dance, her butt and boobies bouncing furiously. "Please..." she whispered, her lips quivering. "I... I will do anything... if you will keep both our conquest and our costumes your... our personal secret..."
"Hmmm..." the Geek said, again. He contemplated her distraught, quivering body with interest. His dick was getting tired of just getting jerked by his hand anyways. "Anything?" he asked.
"Anything!" Americana affirmed, her head thrashing and a moan jiggling up from beneath her enormous sloshing tits.
"Hmm..." the Geek purred. At last he rose, standing up to tower before her. "Very well," he said.
Ms. Americana was briefly so shocked, her dance stopped and she stared at him in shock. Though of course, even though her naked hips stopped, she could not so readily stop the bouncing and swaying of her titanic bare boobies. "R-really?" she asked, gaping up at him in surprised awe.
"Yes," Danger Man's deep voice rumbled. Then, his face grew stern. "But on three conditions."
"What are they?" Ms. Americana asked, eager, breathlessly. Her fingers caressed up and down her sleek stilled body... trembling nervously.
The Geek smirked. "First, you must hand over your bikini top and bottom, to join my collection, as well," he purred.
Americana breathed deep, and then turned her head with a soft moan. "Done," she whimpered, as if in torment. Yet even as she did so a thick glop of shining lubricant slid out of her quivering bare pussy and ran, shining, down the inside of her thigh. The Geek saw it... and grinned.
"And," the Geek continued, purring, "You must acknowledge me, heroine, as your absolute and eternal superior in every way. Not with words, but with actions." When he stood, his over-stretched super-briefs had slid partway back up. His giant beast now stuck halfway out of them, pressed tight to his abs. At the sight of her dribbling fluids, it twitched and pulsed with eager glee.
Ms. Americana gaped at him, in disbelief. Her eyes dropped down to his throbbing cock, then shot swiftly back up to his face. She licked her lips, and took a deep, breast-stirring breath. "H-how?" she softly asked, at last.
He grinned. "I am a man and you are a woman," he told her. Reaching down he seized hold of his briefs and yanked them down, securing his taut waistband beneath his balls. Instantly his giant penis shot up to sprout from his loins, in a long gently upwardly-curving arc... its enormous glans ending up pointed, like a vast battleship cannon, directly at the little shadowy navel that lay like a target at the center of the heroine's flat fertile belly. "Guess," he purred, his voice rich with gloating pleasure.
Americana's eyes dropped down, and stared at it. She whimpered, her lips quivering. Moments later, her full red lips tumbled open. They gaped wide, and quivered, as if in disbelief at the enormous task which awaited them.
"You mean..." she asked, softly, staring at his penis.
The Geek's lips twisted up into a sneer. "I mean, suck dick in exchange for my silence, super-heroine" he said.
Americana took a deep, sharp breath - making her huge boobies shake and jiggle. She moaned, a deep blush spreading across her masked cheeks. Then, slowly she closed her eyes. "O... okay..." she whispered, softly.
"Then hurry up, Queen of Justice," Danger Man said. "Assume your natural place before me."
Ms. Americana took another sharp, fast breath. A whimper passed through her lips, and her blush deepened. But, she could not resist. Moments later, with a tiny moan, her knees suddenly buckled. With a combination of smooth grace in her sleek curves and a fearful quiver in her big perfectly-rounded ass, she slowly sank down onto her knees. Then, with a sudden tumble, she sat forward... and gaped upwards in awe, mouth agape and quivering, as she found his gigantic penis hovering like a monster above her. "Oh.. oh my Goddess..." she whimpered, her buxom body squirming beneath it upon its knees.
"That's good," the Geek said. Stepping forward, he placed his gargantuan penis just before her wide-eyed face. He grinned, and folded his arms across his massive chest. "Now," the smug hero purred, leering down at the buxom form wiggling between his boots. "Show me, Queen of Justice, how you and your fellow heroines should really have welcomed me into your base, so long ago."
Ms. Americana gasped, deeply, and gaped up at him in shock. Then she shuddered, her voluptuous hips squirming atop her boots... and her eyes slowly dropped down to his penis. Slowly, panting softly for breath, her gorgeous face stretched out, until her lips hovered an inch from his mammoth tip. Then, suddenly, her lips twisted into a snarl, as she glared at it. "Oh... you... you monster!" she hissed, glaring down at the huge tool that had defiled and dominated all her precious heroines, and delivered their costumes into his clutches. Then, with a last squirm in her buxom hips, she could no longer resist. Head darting forward, she wrapped her lips around his mammoth cock and, with a soft moan, began, obediently, to suck.
"Ohhh, yeaaahh..." the Geek hissed. Head rolling back, he spread his arms wide and hissed with pleasure. He had already had more blowjobs that day than the rest of his life combined. But as Americana's lips slurped back and forth around the crest of his cock-head, that simple service was, somehow, the sweetest one he'd had yet. Meanwhile, moaning, her eyes closed and her sealed lips whimpering, the Queen of Justice visibly struggled to deal with just the first few inches of the arrogant hero's enormous cock.
"That's good," Danger Man purred, his square-jawed head rolling on his shoulders. "Keep sucking. But don't think I've forgotten you owe me something...bitch!"
Ms. Americana moaned deeply, her mouth stretched nearly to the breaking point around his jaw-straining cock, and behind her mask her blush deepened to bright red. She didn't have to ask him what he meant. Slurping off his giant tip, she anointed it with one last swirling lap of her tongue. Then, gorgeous head tilted to one side, she slowly passed her mouth up one side of his immense penis and then down the other - delicately smothering his massive veiny shaft in slurping kisses and delicate lapping caresses as she did so. And as she did her best to make his cock wet her hands reached up and took hold of the giant bra that hung to either side of her immense jiggling breasts. Whimpering, as her lips continued to bathe his cock in kisses she slowly peeled off her bra. Her lips stroking down his long cock to his tip, she gave it a sweet slurping kiss. And as she did so, she slowly lifted a trembling hand... her vast, proud, patriotic brassiere dangling from her fingers in offering.
"Thanks, bitch," the Geek purred. He took it from her, his big dick pulsing with glee under the swirling laps of her tongue as he did so. Realizing he was out of pouches, he reached back and stuffed her bra into the back of his belt, so that her vast cups dangled down past his waist. Eyes flickering half-bewilderedly over the huge penis she was sucking, Ms. Americana saw it there. She moaned deeply, her blush deepening... and then, bowing her gorgeous head, laid the longest, sweetest, and most reverently slurping kiss yet to the side of his gigantic cock.
"Aww, yeah," the Geek purred, admiring his latest trophy while enjoying her succulent services. "That's a good heroine," he chuckled, stroking her bobbing dark head. "I knew you could figure it out on your own." His head rolled as he enjoyed another few head-bobbing slurping strokes, and his grin broadened. Reaching down, he took a tight grip upon her luscious raven-haired head, and grinned. "Now...let me give you something else to fill that unused mind," he purred.
Pulling back on her by her hair, he forced the beautiful heroine’s head higher... and then pressed the tip of his huge cock up against her well-moistened lips. Americana whimpered. Her hands rose up, and clutched to his belly in shock. But she did nothing else to resist, her eyes blinking wide as they gazed in disbelief down what seemed like miles of veiny heroic shaft that waited between her trembling lips and his pubes.
The Geek grinned... and took a firm hold on her head with both hands in her hair. "Bon apetit," he cooed. Then he slammed his hips in towards Ms. Americana's gorgeous face, hard.
"MMmblgm!" Ms. Americana wittily retorted in response, as her lips were slammed wide apart and a massive length of Danger Man's penis rammed down her throat. She trembled upon her knees, hands quivering with panic upon her sleek folded thighs. But though her buxom ass wiggled with pneumatically jiggling distress and her lips shuddered in awe, her gorgeous face remained in place and obediently took his deep invasion. Her lips spread so far apart they nearly vanished around his massive veiny girth, and her eyes fluttered in shock and leaked tears behind her mask. But still she took it, her sweet throat sucking worshipfully around his gargantuan weapon as it plunged down inside her.
On his first thrust, the Geek only got about half his giant shaft down into Brenda. Pausing, with the first foot or so of his giant cock swaddled tight in her hot wet quivering heaven, he rolled his head back and gasped with pleasure. "Oh... yeah..." he purred, lips flickering with delight. "Oh, yeah... that's the fucking shit..." Slowly, he pulled back, inch after inch of glistening schlong emerging from Americana's throat, until only his giant cock-head still plugged her trembling red lips. Then, a huge smile spreading across his lips, he tightened his grip upon the kneeling heroine's hair. Hips slamming rhythmically forward, using Danger Man's stolen muscles and his own gigantic new cock, with great delight the Geek began fucking the face of the Queen of Justice.
Americana whimpered deeply. Tears leaking from her eyes, her gorgeous head turned first one way and then the other, as it struggled to deal with his slamming thrusts. But her lips stayed as wide open as they possibly could, quivering helplessly under his furious pounding. And, moaning deeply, she continued to suck worshipfully upon his penis even as it pumped with punishing force inside her straining overloaded throat.
But Danger Man still was not satisfied. "Don't just kneel there, you stupid slut!" the Geek growled, even as his mighty hips sent his massive dick slamming deep down Americana's throat, again and again and again. "You owe me something else. Hand it over!"
Her face shuddering around the furious pounding of the mighty hero's cock, Ms. Americana blushed and whimpered, loudly. But even as her lips trembled and quivered in taut-spread devastation around the hurtling power of his veiny girth, within her ravaged punch-drunk head she knew exactly what he meant. Her buxom hourglass-shaped body quivering upon her knees as it got orally pounded, she slowly dropped her hands down... and slipped her fingers into the proud skimpy panties that lay wrapped around her ankles. Her face lifted high, shuddering deeply and blushing as she took his huge heroic penis deep, she wiggled and squirmed upon her knees as she slowly worked her thong down and off her heels. The little bottoms stretched and strained, as she tried to get them over her booted feet. Finally, with a little elastic snap, they popped off her feet. Eyes blinking open, her baby blue eyes looked up at him in awe, over her absurdly stretched and deeply pumped lips. Slowly she lifted up her own skimpy trademark thong... and let it dangle, daintily, from a single outstretched finger. Her own trademark panties dangling beside her lips and her eyes gazing up into his, she continued to suck, and suck, and suck at the mighty hero's enormous conquering dick.
The Geek smirked. Reaching down, he plucked the Queen of Justice's panties away from her. "Thanks, slut," he said... keeping one hand controllingly wrapped around the back of her pretty noggin even as he lifted the other to admire his latest skimpy trophy. His set was now complete. Now, whatever happened, in between his Warhammer figurines and his anime wall scrolls the Geek would have a full collection of the Thunder Eagles' huge-cupped bras and tiny panties on display; each one a trophy of his utter conquest of its owner's busty, super-humanly shapely body.
Americana meanwhile whimpered and blushed as his latest insult washed down over her. Lips quivering and eyes fluttering closed, she briefly paused - her lips, wrapped around the widest part of his giant shaft, stretched so wide they nearly vanished. But at a slight corrective pull from his fingers upon the back of her head, with a deep moan, she began once more to suck - the energy and vigor with which her throat shuttled up and down his immense cock scarce reduced in the slightest, from when he had pounded into her with his hips.
"Aww, yeaah..." the Geek sighed. A huge grin spread across his lips. "Thanks again, bitch!" he purred. Then, reaching down, he unbuckled his belt. Opening up one leg-hole of Americana's surrendered panties, he slipped it up over his belt. Then he re-buckled the belt... leaving Americana's once-proud thong to dangle down past his immense well-serviced dong, its patriotic surface fluttering slightly.
Water streaming from her eyes, Ms. Americana blinked slowly as she stared at the captured panties. She blushed deeply, and whimpered in shame. Then, reaching up behind the mighty hero, she seized him by his muscular ass and, using her firm grip, set about furiously pounding his massive dick deeper and deeper down her throat.
"Oh, yeah!" Danger Geek gasped, exultantly. Putting both hands down, he gasped and shuddered with pleasure. He no longer had a hand on her head. He didn't need one. Moaning, whimpering, Ms. Americana nevertheless set about furiously punishing herself for her failure - by slamming his immense, appreciatively-throbbing penis deeper and deeper down her throat. She gagged, and gurgled, and moaned, as his mammoth tip forced its way further and further down her taut straining gullet. But that didn't stop her in the slightest, her beautiful face shuddering and her opulent lips stretching out so thin they nearly vanished, as she sought with desperate energy to take his cock.
"Oh yes! Oh, fuck, yeah!" the Geek howled. One hand fingering her little panties and the other playing with her giant bra, his square-jawed stolen head rolled back and forth upon his shoulders, grinning with glee - as, without encouragement or direction, the heroine's raven-haired head bobbed furiously up and down his immense twitching shaft.
Occasionally, overwhelmed by her quest to take his entire bulk, Americana had no choice but, with a soft moan, to slurp her ravaged lips up off his huge meat, and give her aching jaw a break. But each time she did so, whether from duty or fascination, her luscious lips strayed not an inch from his cock. Keeping close, they bathed the hero's huge tool in soft kisses and laps from her tongue - keeping him moist for her next attempt.
"Oh... Goddess..." she whispered, staring down at the huge thing in awe as she stroked it with her tongue, during one such break. "It's... so huge..." Then, bowing her head, sealing her trembling lips with his girth, she once more began furiously sucking. The Geek grinned... and for several more minutes, his head rolling and lips sighing with pleasure, enjoyed the swirling slurping pleasure the kneeling heroine's bobbing head provided. A little while later, with another deep moan, she slurped up off him again. "Oh... oh Great Justice..." she moaned... and then, leaning close, caressed against his veiny shaft almost adoringly with her tongue. "It's... so long..." she whimpered - voice halfway between fear and wonder. Then, bowing deep once more, she wrapped her trembling lips around him, and once more sucked deep.
Finally, with much effort, she managed to take his gigantic dick all the way. Her taut lips made one last push, and finally trembled around the base of his shaft. Her lipstick rubbed off onto his pubes. His enormous balls rested on her chin. Then, with a deep moan, she did it again... and again... and again.
"OH... FUCK YES!" the Geek groaned, as Ms. Americana fully deep-throated his cock. The tightness of her throat, the caress of her tongue around him, and the incredible hot suction of her mouth all combined to send him spiraling into ecstasy. He trembled and shuddered as she sucked and sucked, on the verge of going over the edge. But though she had him on the verge of spending, in the end, the mighty hero proved too much for the whimpering Queen of Justice to handle. The shock and awe his massive meat inflicted on her as it pounded through her pretty head, combined with the deep ache it engendered in her drooling cunt, were finally too much for her. With a deep moan, she slurped up and off his mammoth member, and then - gasping, her buxom body trembling naked on its knees at his feet - turned her blue eyes up and looked into his.
"I... I have a request of you..." the mighty heroine whispered. Leaning her head forward, she extended her tongue, and caressed it in little circles around the huge glans of his long penis.
"Hmmm.." the Geek purred. His voice still came through some shudders of pleasure, as she slurped at his tip. "What request might that be... heroine?" he asked.
Ms. Americana took a deep breath. A blush spread across her cheeks, behind her mask. "I... I have given you my bra..." she whispered. Bowing her head, she brought it up, as if in worship of a god, and pressed a quivering kiss to one side of his immense penis. "And... and my panties..." she added, softly. Bowing her head, she brought it up again and pressed a kiss to the other side of his penis. As she did so her eyes flickered up, and she whimpered in deep humiliation as she beheld the huge cups of her bra dangling down from his hip on one side, and the curvy triangle of her proud thong dangling from the other. Her lips trembled upon his penis... and then withdrew with a soft, slurping 'smack!'. Sitting back she squirmed, her voluptuous haunches wiggling atop her boots. "But you have not," she whispered, gaping at his huge throbbing schlong in awe, "yet taken... that which it represents." Between her mighty, meekly folded thighs, a thick dollop of moisture poured out of her naked pussy.
A huge grin slowly spread across Danger Geek's lips. "Are you asking what I think you are, heroine?" he purred.
His gloating tone washing down upon her, Ms. Americana moaned deeply. On hands and knees at his feet, her head dropped, her gasping face briefly hiding beneath the spill of her sable-black hair. Then she looked up, her gorgeous face emerging, flushed, from beneath the dark waterfall of her hair. Her blue eyes looked up into his. "I... I just want to feel," she whispered, her buxom body quivering, "what all my heroines did... before their costumes were taken..."
"Interesting..." the Geek purred. Turning his head, he spied her computer... and, an evil grin spreading across his heroic face, was instantly struck by a wicked idea. "Well then," he cooed, "you'd better get up here and on your feet, slut."
"What?" Ms. Americana gasped, gaping up at him in confusion.
"I said on your feet, SLUT!" he roared. Reaching down, he seized a tight hold on her hair and jerked her to her feet. Americana screeched, head twisting like a schoolgirl, as her voluptuous quivering hips were forced to rise. After so long spent meekly kneeling and sucking her rival's big long schlong, her sleek and mighty legs proved clumsy and unready, and her muscular hourglass-shaped form wobbled precariously atop her boots as she struggled, and failed, to deal with his most grade-school-level assault.
Grinning, on her jiggling way up the Geek took an opportunity to shove his cock up in between her giant, jostling, ponderously jiggling tits. For a moment, even after her mouth, it pulsed in pure heaven, swaddled entirely in silky warm wobbling breast. Then, whirling her about he seized hold of the stunned super-heroine, one hand on her shoulder and the other on her ass, and moved on to better things.
"If you want to get fucked like your heroines, you slut," he growled down into her gorgeous gaping face, his lips peeled back and trembling as if in fury. "After you threw it in my face... then you'll do so while watching them, you filthy tramp!"
"Oh!" Ms. Americana cried, gaping up at him in shock from beneath the hand by which he was tightly gripping her hair. Below her voluptuous hips, her naked pussy drooled and dripped with moisture. "You... you can't... " she started to say, struggling instinctively. But between his superior strength, the shock of his sudden attack, and lingering psychological awe inflicted by his deep thrusts down her throat, her resistance accomplished nothing save to make her super-human naked body squirm and jiggle decoratively.
"So GET OVER THERE!" the Geek snarled, ignoring her objections.
Letting go of her, he swung his pimp hand back once more and brought it down, hard, upon her jutting round ass. Ms. Americana squealed as, with a single blow, she was once more knocked stumbling and jiggling across the room. Her voluptuous hindquarters lifted high behind her, she gave the leering hero a clear view of both the bright pink palm-print he'd laid across her ass, and her juicily glistening pussy, as her mighty legs struggled clumsily beneath her. With a loud gasp, Americana collided with her cold steel computer console - catching hold of it with her trembling gloved hands moments before she would have slammed down breast-first upon it.
Bent over and mewling, she slowly lifted her spinning head... and gasped as, between several misplaced strands of her sable-black hair, her gorgeous face rose up to find itself gaping into an array of glowing screens... each one depicting pornographic footage of the conquest of one of her shapely subordinates. Moments later, strutting along in her wake, the Geek leered as, reaching down, he seized hold of her uplifted buxom hips and, huge dick twitching eagerly, assumed the position behind her. Swinging his own hips forward, he pressed the tip of his gigantic cock up against her drooling, leaking pussy.
"OH! G-Great Justice!" Ms. Americana gasped. Her eyes, staring in shock into the screens, spread almost as wide as the trembling lips of her pussy, as they anointed the nosecone of his massive schlong with drooling, creamy moisture. "You.. you can't do this to me!" the Queen of Justice gasped, instinctively, her wide eyes blinking in shock. Yet, rather than even attempting to fight back her trembling hands merely seized a tight grip upon the console, and her mighty thighs spread wider before the console - bracing to receive his impending assault, rather than do even the slightest thing to resist or escape it.
But the Geek was not going to give the mighty heroine what she craved and feared quite so easily. Instead, he had one more trick up his sleeve. Lifting his hands up - and chuckling as he enjoyed the trickle of her drooling juices down the underside of his cock - he lifted his hands up above her jutting wiggling ass. His square-jawed face leering evilly down into the glowing screen, he tapped hastily at his little wrist-mounted computer. The random montage of slurping heroine pussy and whimpering heroine faces getting pounded with his heroic cock slowly vanished before Americana's gaping face... to be replaced, moments later, by a single shot, filling the entire screen, of Flag Girl and himself together in the shower. The shapely sidekick cuddled close to the hulking male visitor, gaping up into his face in awe... her slender fingers slowly stroking delicately up and down his enormous hardened cock, as the streaming warm waters flowed down around them.
"Oh... oh my Goddess!" Ms. Americana moaned, her glow-lit face shuddering in horror. She had never seen this scene before. Her baby blue eyes trembled in disbelief...as, reflected in their glowing surface, her precious sidekick's fingers continued to lovingly stroke and caress her hated rival's gigantic schlong. "Oh... how... how COULD YOU?!" she moaned, as she watched Flag Girl slowly lead the mighty hero, by her hand gently wrapped around his cock, out of the shower and towards her bed - though whether she was speaking to the leering hero or her naked blonde sidekick, it was impossible to say.
The Geek grinned. "Aww... don't take it so hard, baby..." he purred. Dropping his hands down, he coiled his fingers with relish around her buxom, fertile and squirming haunches. Then, having taken his firm grip upon her, he pushed his own hips forward just a fraction of an inch... sinking his massive, eagerly-throbbing cock into her until the drooling lips of her pussy trembled just above the flared rim of his mighty cock-head. On the screen Flag Girl eagerly came down onto all fours before him on her bed and then, gorgeous young face twisted round and gasping in anticipation over her shoulder, slowly spread her sleek young thighs... exposing before his monstrous cock her delicate and defenseless teen pussy. "After all," the Geek purred, gently stroking his immense tip up and down Americana's quivering furrow. "That's her job!"
Ms. Americana barely heard him. She was too busy gaping in utter horror, as she watched Danger Geek's enormous schlong - the very one currently teasing her own cunt - slowly swing forward, and nuzzle into position at her precious sidekick's leaking entrance. "No..." she whispered, softly, her eyes moist and quivering in disbelief. A deep gloating chuckle swirled about her - whether from the speakers, or the Geek towering behind her, her reeling mind could not tell - as his mighty male hands stroked with luxuriant pleasure up her sidekick's athletic young thighs, to take firm commanding grip upon her jutting, rounded little teen ass - an exact mirror of the same pose his gloatingly fondling fingers currently enjoyed upon her own spectacular backside. "NO!" she gasped, her lips hanging open and quivering in disbelief, as she watched, helpless to intervene, as Danger Man's mighty thighs visibly tensed behind his defenselessly waiting teen conquest - preparing to thrust. "No... you... can't DO THIIIIIIS!"
She squealed loudly, eyes spreading wide as the universe itself as, regardless of her objections, upon the screen, her arrogant rival's huge penis suddenly slammed forward - spreading Flag Girl's delicate, devastatedly-quivering teen cunt wide as his enormous veiny shaft plunged deep inside it. And, at the exact same time, her own precious Cunt of Justice suddenly burst wide and opened up deep as the victorious hero's enormous invading schlong promptly surged forward, driving its rock-hard veiny length in and in and into her gooey unprotected depths.
"Oh.. GODDDESSS!" Ms. Americana squealed. The horrifying footage briefly forgotten, her gorgeous head shot backward, her eyes going wide and wild, as a conquering force like she'd never felt before in her life drove up between her buxom trembling hips. She had been taken by monsters many times, of course. But somehow, the stunned super-beauty tricklingly reflected inside her shattered head as his huge penis drove up into her very soul, being taken by a hero - by a rival, whose triumph she could not deny in anything but the most sexual and sexist terms - was ten times as devastating as any of them had ever been. Then, as his huge penis, having spent a brief moment reveling in its hilt-deep worship by her taut quivering cunt, slowly withdrew back out to the tip and then began to hammer in savagely, the brief moment of calm and clarity vanished - to be replaced by an utter shrieking storm of roiling and explosive fury.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch," Danger Geek growled. Keeping one hand clutched tight to her voluptuous ass, he reached out the other one. Seizing her by her lustrous sable-black hair, he shoved her gorgeous masked head back down into the screen, forcing her to watch.
"Oh... oh my GOD! Oh, my Goddess! Oh! Oh, GODDESSSS!!!" Ms. Americana squealed, eyes gaping down in horror as, both upon the screen and before it, Danger Geek's tremendous penis savagely and brutally fucked a helpless heroine pussy. Flag Girl's tender teen cunt trembled and squirted before her eyes, as his huge veiny shaft, his mammoth balls swinging wildly beneath it, plowed furiously in and out of her delicate furrow. The very same huge balls, heavy and swollen with seed, swung triumphantly between her own wide-spread muscular thighs, as his gigantic shaft pumped and pounded her defenseless cunt. The sheer sexual savagery with which she was being man-splained, man-handled, and man-plowed briefly awoke her customary defiance within her body... but it was only enough to make her gorgeous face twist into a shuddering snarl, and not enough to make her super-humanly mighty thighs attempt to resist the savage pounding being driven up between them in any way.
"Oh... you... you FIEND!" the mighty Queen of Justice hissed, her face shuddering with the power being delivered into her own cunt, as she watched him brutally ravage her delicate sidekick's. "You... you PERVERT!" she gasped, her lips twisting and shuddering with passion... as, upon the screen, Flag Girl’s delicately rounded buns wiggled and trembled in awe, as his huge cock slammed in to the hilt and ground furiously into her tender depths. "Oh... you... YOU ANIMAL!!!" she squealed, her entire body shaking, as his gargantuan member slammed into her all the way to the hilt.
"Hahaha!" Danger Geek laughed. Pumping merrily away, he swatted her on her buxom ass. "You know you love it, slut!" he cackled, giving her rounded cheeks a delighted squeeze.
"N-NEVER!" Ms. Americana hissed. The sight of her own sidekick getting nailed had caused her old defiant fury to rise once more within her. Her lips peeled back, she glared into the sight of his enormous schlong rampaging in and out of Lydia's tender teen twat with burning hatred, her body shuddering with rage... even as it also shuttered in perfect time to the 'splorp! splorp! splorp!' sound the Geek's penis made as it merrily pounded her cunt.
Then, before her eyes, Danger Man's gargantuan penis pulled back, slammed in all the way to the hilt inside Flag Girl's cunt, and held. Her eyes gaped in horror, as she watched his huge shaft wiggle and squirm, like a massive evil worm, within her trembling sidekick's cunt. Moments later, the first spurts of his cum began to shoot out of the sides of Flag Girl's quivering, overloaded pussy lips... confirming her suspicions as to what was going on deep within.
Instantly, her jaw dropped, and her eyes spread wide. "Oh... oh Goddess..." Ms. Americana whispered. She licked her lips, staring almost as if mesmerized at the shining tendrils hanging down from her sidekick's cunt. Then another, larger dollop spilled out. "Oh... oh Goddess!" she whimpered. A deep tremble began, inside her own buxom and savagely impaled hips.
Upon the screen, Danger Man's gargantuanly thick cock grew limp. Gradually, it slid out of Flag Girl's tight pussy, until his huge tip slipped out of her trembling lips and the vast great beast hung down, swaying slowly and dripping, like a spent fire-hose, between her sleek thighs. Flag Girl's once-flawless teen pussy gaped wide, a few trickles of cum running down it. And as Americana looked on, lips trembling and eyes wide, a thick glob welled up from deep inside her violated slit and hung down, swaying like a slimy shining tendril, from her little clitoris.
It was the last straw. "Oh... GODDESSSSS!" Ms. Americana squealed. And, shining fluids bursting from her own ravaged pussy and her body bucking wildly, at the sight of Danger Man's huge slimy load pouring out of her shapely sidekick's fertile depths, Ms. Americana shook and screamed into a powerful, devastating climax. "OH GODDESSSS!" she squealed, her head shaking and her eyes wild, as still more cum poured out of her precious virgin ward. "Oh... you BRUTE!" she moaned... as much in awe as in accusation, her voluptuous jiggling hips pounding back furiously into his brutal thrusts as her deep-impaled pussy came and came. "You villain... you STUUUUDDDD!!!" she squealed, her eyes rolling up in her head as her climax fully consumed what was left of her battered brain.
"Hahaha!" the Geek sneered. Reaching around her, he groped and squeezed her huge tits, as her orgasmic cunt slammed itself wildly up and down his cock. "SLUT!" he laughed.
Then, taking advantage of the eagerness with which she was ramming her slit up his cock - which made holding onto her briefly completely unnecessary, the Geek took his hands off her breasts and, leering eagerly, lifted them up to once more tap hastily at his little wrist-mounted computer. Within a few taps and a few seconds - also corresponding to just a few taps of his immense tip into the deepest depths of her warm gooey slit - he was able to assemble a ready-made highlight reel of clips, by grabbing all the most-watched segments from the horny heroines outside, and sorting them by time-stamp. Having set his fiendish little clip show to play, he dropped his hands back down to her hips, wrapped his fingers eagerly around her buxom curves, and resumed eagerly pounding into her tight pliant cunt.
Busy coming down off her mind-melting orgasm, Ms. Americana never realized what he had done. She could only gape into the screen, drool flowing out of her gaping upper lips and her ravaged lower ones, as Flag Girl was soon on her knees at Danger Man's feet... and, blue eyes shining up at him in awe, began to worshipfully suck his big heroic dick. "Oh... oh how could you?" the mighty heroine whimpered, softly, blinking at her eagerly sucking sidekick in shock. Then, she gasped again, eyes going wide, as the sight of Flag Girl's slurping lips gradually dissolved away... to be replaced by the sight of Got Gal's enormous jiggling tits wrapping around and eagerly enveloping Danger Man's huge lucky cock in their ponderously wobbling embrace.
"Oh... oh Goddess..." Ms. Americana whispered. She licked her lips... and gasped in awe. Then, eyes glued to the screen, she continued to watch, like a teenager before her favorite show... as, squeezed tight by her own hands, her luscious lips gasping in awe at the top of the screen, Got Gal's enormous breasts began to slowly slam their way up and down Danger Man's enormous, appreciatively-twitching shaft.
On and on Ms. Americana watched, eyes wide and lips gasping and trembling in awe, as slowly each and every one of her voluptuous powerful heroines got brutally conquered before her eyes. The worshipful bounce of Got Gal's huge breasts up and down Danger Man's cock soon transitioned to the whimpering awe with which Got Chic got fucked, then the moaning squeal of Got Gal getting nailed. A shot up between the Got ladies' thighs, showing twin waterfalls of cum pouring from their demolished pussies, transitioned to the deep blush upon Omega Woman's cheeks, as she pulled down her panties before Danger Man in the ring... which, when said garment was still only halfway down her legs, dissolved away to the opening thrusts of her and Alpha Woman getting annihilated in the team showers. Through it all, Ms. Americana whimpered, and trembled, and watched with rapt and helpless attention.
Occasionally, tiring of banging her doggy style, the Geek pulled out, flipped Ms. Americana's voluptuous mighty body into a new position, and slammed back in. The Queen of Justice never resisted her man-handling in the slightest - save to whimper in awe as his massive meat slid back up inside her once more. Thus she stood astraddle him in her chair, bouncing her buxom hips up and down his huge shaft and moaning as he squeezed her tits, while she watched four separate luscious teen heroine lips slurp and kiss their way up and down his giant twitching shaft. She lay flat on her back on the console, his mighty body perched atop hers and her thighs trembling as his huge shaft ravaged her brutally between them... and, her head craned around, watched in wide-eyed wonder as he slammed his dicks deep inside the trembling bodies of Lady Midnight, then Texas Star, and then Amazing Babe, in swift and barbaric succession. And she lay flat upon him, once more in her chair, and gaped over his shoulder in awe - her huge titties bouncing in his face and her voluptuous hips bouncing up and down his dick - as he made equally short work of the vaunted virtues of Wolf Woman and Hexanna.
And each and every time, as she watched his gigantic schlong unload its triumphant payload up yet another heroine's cunt, she reacted the same way. "Oh my Goddess... oh my GODDESS!" she squealed. She screamed and shook, her spectacular body caressing wildly against his mighty flesh. Shining fluids shot from her pussy, as she came - the surging lubricants doing nothing but aid his mammoth schlong, as it continued to pound and pulverize the delicate depths of her own sacred tender pussy.
Eventually, reaching the end of the make-shift highlight reel, the video started to loop. But by that point neither the Geek nor Ms. Americana cared. He had by then yanked her away from the console, put her back up against the wall, and was fucking her against it. Her voluptuous buns squished against it, each time he made a powerful thrust up into her with his huge cock. The Queen of Justice whimpered and moaned... and coiled her arms and legs tight around the hulking hero she had once so despised, pulling him close. Her face never left his, panting down into it and gasping in awe with each and every thrust. The video continued to play, and though she could no longer see it she could hear it. Every time she heard the distinctive 'splort! splort! splort!' of his big dick unloading yet another spurt of cum up inside one of her heroines' hips, she whimpered, pressed tighter against his pounding thrusts... and gasped in awe down into his face.
"You... you fucked them all..." Ms. Americana whispered, softly. Her buxom hips trembled, as his immense schlong continued to pound savagely in her overstretched cunt. "All those women..." she whispered, blue eyes blinking wide into his, and shuddered under a deep thrust of his cock. "All... all their pussies..."
Even though she had strutted her scantily-clad body in specifically to confront him with it, she had not believed it - not really - until she'd had it shoved into her face. Until she'd seen his huge penis blast its load up into one devastated super-pussy, after another, after another.
"That I did, bitch, that I did," Danger Man cooed back up into the heroine's gorgeous gaping face. He smirked. "You got a problem with that, slut?"
Ms. Americana whimpered and squirmed, atop his pounding dick. Her head thrashed, a deep blush exploding across her cheeks. "It's... it's... just... I had hoped to have you all to myself!" she finally wailed. Fluid poured down from her pussy, around his pumping pounding cock, as the admission finally came out.
"Is that a fact?" the Geek cooed, smirking, into her gorgeous face. Her gargantuan boobies shook and jiggled against his chest. Ms. Americana had the sort of body even most super-heroes would have died - or killed - to have jiggling upon their arm in its straining bikini.
Her blush deepening, Ms. Americana whimpered and bit her lip. But her gorgeous, raven-haired head still thrashed up and down, confirming that it was - though the deep pumping pounding of his cock helped. "Y-yes..." she finally gasped.
"That's interesting..." the Geek cooed.
Ms. Americana gasped deeply, her eyelashes fluttering. Her delicate fingers caressing his mighty shoulder, her gorgeous face visibly hung on his every word like it was the most fascinating thing she had ever heard. She moaned deeply as she took another brutal stroke; her hands rising to stroke and caress his head as she gazed into his eyes. Finally she took a deep breath, bit her lip, and then exhaled with a gasp.
"If I behave like your utter sex slave..." she whispered, coiling tight. "Doing exactly as I'm told... Stripping... dancing on command... Being your sex toy, and nothing more. Would... would I still be special to you then?" Her eyes blinked hopefully, under her fluttering long lashes, as his huge penis continued to pound and pulverize her pussy.
He grinned. "Maybe," he purred.
Americana gasped, softly, eyes fluttering in awe. Then, craning her gorgeous head down, she sighed softly... as she pressed a sweet kiss onto her smirking conqueror's lips. Then she withdrew them, and cuddled against his shoulder, her head turned so her beautiful face pointed into his neck. "Oh..." she moaned, lips quivering as she whimpered with every thrust. "Please... do so?"
Danger Geek grinned, as he held the buxom heroine close. "Do what, baby?" he purred.
Ms. Americana moaned deeply, and her long tongue slid out to moisten her lips. Then they spread open, with a deep gasp, as his turgid tool once more pounded up to the hilt inside her ravaged pussy. "Please... demand that I agree to be your slave..." she whispered.
The Geek grinned, as his face emerged from her sweaty jostling tits. "I'll think about it," he cooed up at her.
"Oh... thank you!" Ms. Americana moaned. Still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure - and his ongoing relentless thrusts - she seized him and, slamming her lips to his smirk, gave him a deep and moaning kiss. Then she pulled back, stroking his head, gaping down into his leer in awe. "Thank you!" she gasped, deeply, and gave him another kiss. Her body started to shudder, as another climax started to rise up already within her. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" she moaned.
A little while later the copulating pair had moved from the wall to her bed. Ms. Americana lay flat upon her back, legs spread wide, and shuddered and whimpered continuously as Danger Man fucked her with fast and easy power. Her lips roved and explored around his square-jawed face, covering it in kisses. Her arms coiled tight, squeezing and stroking at his neck and shoulders and head, as his huge dick ravaged her deep. As she did so, at last, the Geek felt a familiar tingle deep down inside his balls. He smirked eagerly... as, just below his lips, Ms. Americana's murmured in devastated wonder, pressing a quivering kiss to the underside of his chin.
He grinned. "Alright," he purred at last. "I agree." With a lazy thrust of his hips, he once more drove his giant cock balls-deep up inside her ravaged slit. "I demand," he sneered down into her gorgeous, awed, blinking face, "that you become my utter sex slave in exchange for my silence - slut!"
Americana's jaw dropped in awe. "I... I accept!" she gasped - her eyes blinking up with a shining awe that clearly communicated her gratitude. Pulling him close, she pressed a series of trembling kisses against his neck then sank back with a moan. "Thank you!" she squealed, as he continued to savage her cunt. "Th-thank you, Danger Man! Thank you!"
"Don't mention it," he purred, as best he could. For the awed look upon her face, to 'accept' his 'demand' had finally sent him over the edge. His dick began to pulse, wildly, within her taut-squeezing channel. His hands slid up to take a commanding grip upon her enormous boobies. "Now... your first... punishment... is about to come" he groaned. "Are you ready... bitch?!"
Ms. Americana's head fell back, and she gasped in awe. There was not a moment of hesitation on her face. Instantly, it broke into an expression of giddy wonder. "Oh... oh YES!" she moaned. Her mighty thighs spread wide, and quivered with pleasure, as his narrow hips pounded away up between them. "G-GIVE IT TO ME!" she squealed, her head shaking and thrashing with anticipatory pleasure. "P-PLEASE! P-punish my pussy, Danger Man! PUNISH MEEEE!"
With a room-shaking roar, Danger Man seized hold of both of her thighs, slammed in with the force of a comet, and held. His huge cock, embedded in her staggeringly over-stretched pussy to the hilt, pulsed, wiggled... and then shot forth a massive fire-hose-like blast of semen up inside her.
"Oh... G-GODDESSS!" Ms. Americana moaned, eyes wide and gaping at the ceiling in awe, as she finally felt what she had seen happen to so many other heroines - as she finally felt the titanic surge of his eruption spewing inside her. Her eyes rolled back and she shuddered with pleasure. "Th-THANK YOU!" she moaned, trembling upon his cum-blasting pussy-impaling cock. "I'll be a good slave to you, Danger Man!" she squealed, as spurts of his pearly semen began to shoot out of her over-stretched pussy lips, escaping from a cunt already over-full with fluids and with his enormous cock. "Oh, GOD!" she squealed, shaking and thrashing. "Th-th-THAAAAANK YOUUUU!!!!" Then, with a loud cry Ms. Americana lost the power of speech entirely, as she was utterly filled by Danger Man's surging cum. All she could do was scream.
A little while later, the two love-birds lay tired in each others' arms - her sweaty sumptuous curves pressed tight to his muscular form. His immense penis lay atop her belly - a last few desultory spurts of his cum leaking onto her flat, supple, well-impregnated flesh.
"Shall we go and tell your fellow heroines the good news?" the Geek purred down into Ms. Americana's face.
Shuddering in his arms, the mighty heroine stroked her hand down his bicep, and gasped in awe. "Yes!" she whispered. A slight blush appeared upon her cheeks, at the prospect - but she still could not help it. She bit her lip. "Just - please our private deal out of it," she whispered.
"Private deal?" the Geek purred. He knew exactly what she was talking about - even if he did not really expect to be able to enjoy it. 'As soon as I get back,' he thought bitterly, while his enormous unit twitched gleefully atop his latest conquest's belly - 'Nightmare Bitch will probably turn me into a toad.' But he still wanted to hear it, post-coitus, from the Queen of Justice's own luscious lips.
Brenda took a deep breath, and then bit her lip. Her blush deepened, behind her mask. But she could not resist. "You know..." she said softly. Reaching up, her hand stroked across his chest. Her eyes shone up at him - filled with eager pleasure, and a tiny wiggle of delight passed through her buxom body. She grinned, and stroked a single finger teasingly across his flesh. "Don't you remember?" she asked. Her gorgeous face blinked in dismay behind her mask, at the bewildering thought that he might have already forgotten the worshipful devotion of his new Americana-shaped sex toy.
The Geek grinned, propping his hand on his fist, and continued to play coy. "No, I don't," he cooed, squeezing her breast with his other hand.
She looked at him, and licked her lips. "You know," she cooed... fingers running down his chest. "The part" she cooed, her body shaking with worry and with eager lust, "where I agreed to be your submissive, helpless, and... and eternally obedient sla-"
Suddenly, in mid-sentence, Ms. Americana's words were cut off by the sound of the door whooshing open. There came the clank of two boots stepping out onto the metal floor.
As one, the hero and heroine whirled their heads to look down the bed, and see who had come in to interrupt them en flagrante delicto. For a moment both of their faces - his and hers - were cast in their customary fury with a disobedient subordinate. But then they saw who stood before them, looming down over the bed, and their jaws dropped. Eyes trembling, a gurgle of horror emerged from Ms. Americana's quivering lips. Meanwhile, all the color drained off Danger Man's face, leaving him jet white.
Automatically, the thick steel door whooshed closed - just behind a jutting and muscularly rounded pair of star-spangled buns. There, in the doorway, her long and mighty legs spread wide and towering up from a pair of gleaming red and white boots, stood Wonder Woman. Her hands were on her hips. Her huge breasts, straining against her star-spangled bustier, rose and fell as she huffed with passion. A stern look upon her gorgeous tiara-crowned face, the Amazon Princess lifted her head high.
"You two are in big... big... BIIIG trouble!" the Maiden of Might hissed down at them, her eyes flashing with fury.
To be continued...