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TITLE: Got-Gal versus the Loremaster 2

BY: John Evans

“Where in the hell could he be hiding?” muttered Tonya O’Donnel darkly. “It’s been over a month.”

“Huh? Who?” asked Alicia.

The two of them were resting at Tonya’s spacious residence. They had recently nabbed a couple of robbers and one burglar in their alter-egos as Got-Gal and Got-Chic. Except for Got-Chic’s rape by a mutant plant three weeks ago, things were dully normal in Delta City.

“The Loremaster, that’s who!” stated Tonya, jumping to her feet to pace around.

Her stride made her tall, voluptuous body seem to flow and sway as she walked back and forth across the living room. Alicia put down her book and watched her mentor.

“We never caught him after he made the ogre,” stated Tonya, who shuddered slightly in remembrance of that night. “He indicated he was working on another creature…a centaur, I believe. We haven’t heard a thing since then!”

“Well, gene-splicing isn’t exactly easy,” countered Alicia. “Plus, he had to relocate and the power needed to…”

“That wasn’t his lab,” interrupted Tonya. She stopped as she had a thought. “As for the power…the power! Of course! He caused a blackout when he made the ogre. Maybe he’s hiding the power drain better this time.”

“What do you mean?” asked Alicia.

“Supposed he caused a blackout during a thunderstorm?” asked Tonya, her mind racing along this line of thinking. “Everyone would have contributed it to the storm.”

“But how are we going to tell which blackout was caused by the Loremaster?” asked Alicia.

“We’ll have to compare the type of area where each blackout occurred,” stated Tonya. “It will be in a small, localized area away from residential homes and other prying eyes. We can go down to the power company and check their reported outages.”

Great, let’s go!” exclaimed Alicia, jumping up.

“Hold on,” said Tonya, chuckling at Alicia’s exuberance. “We’d better get changed first. We’ll get more information as Got-Gal and Got-Chic.”

“Is this the place?” asked Got-Chic.

“We won’t know until we check it out, but it looks promising,” stated Got-Gal. “It’s a closed chemical company. The area has had two blackouts in the past month that the power company can’t explain. It’s the most promising site we have found.”

“Let’s go,” said Got-Chic, eager to get inside.

The chemical plant was surrounded by a twelve-foot high brick wall. The top of the wall was laced with razor wire. Two large gates, which led from the street to the loading dock area, were closed and padlocked. The plant comprised of two buildings off the loading dock area. The building to the right was obviously the offices, while the larger structure to the left was the manufacturing and storage rooms.

Got-Gal and Got-Chic easily leaped over the wall to land in the loading dock area. The windows of both buildings were dark. Got-Gal dismissed the offices and turned to her left, yanking open the locked door that led inside.

The interior of the building was lit by sunlight coming in through the windows and the emergency lights inside. It was barely visible inside the building. Wooden pallets, empty boxes, and trash littered the floor. The dock was clear and the two super-heroines moved deeper into the structure’s interior.

“What the…?” exclaimed Got-Gal as they entered the huge processing area and flipped on the lights.

The reason Got-Gal was startled was that the large room was clean and filled with all sorts of scientific instruments. In the center of the room was a large tank that looked like a decompression chamber with cylinders sticking out of it.

“What the hell is that thing?” asked Got-Chic.

“I think it is the gene-splicer,” replied Got-Gal. “You can see where it has been modified.” She shook her head. “The Loremaster is a genius. It’s a shame he decided to use his talent for evil purposes. C’mon, if his gear is here, so is he.”

Got-Gal and Got-Chic left the laboratory and proceeded to search through the chemical plant. The upper levels were empty. The duo then headed down into the dim basement. The entire basement was segregated into storage bays separated by concrete walls and sliding iron doors. Got-Gal had just moved into the middle bay when she heard a noise off to her right.

She signaled Got-Chic and together they warily approached the area where the noise had come from. They both froze when they heard the distinct sound of hooves clattering on the cement floor. Got-Gal and Got-Chic looked at each other and advanced to either side of the sliding door. Got-Gal grabbed the handle of the door and nodded to Got-Chic. Cot-Chic nodded back that she was ready. Got-Gal yanked the door open and they both jumped inside ready to do battle.

The room beyond the door had a central corridor down the center with open storage bays on either side. The bays were separated by cinder block walls. There was a large iron cage sitting against the back wall.

“Over there,” whispered Got-Chic, pointing towards a bay all the way in the back.

Got-Gal looked at where Got-Chic was pointing. From around the cinder block wall a furry head peeked out and withdrew quickly when it saw that it had been spotted.

E ready, but make no sudden moves,” whispered Got-Gal. She then said in a loud voice, “Come on out. We won’t hurt you. We are looking for the Loremaster.”

“Master?” asked a voice in a rich, tenor tone. “The Master is not here.”

“Please come out,” said Got-Gal. “We need to find the Loremaster.”

Got-Gal and Got-Chic both inhaled sharply when the creature stepped out from behind the wall. It was only four feet high with an angular face, whose chin ended in a pointed beard. Its ears were tufted and rose up to sharp points. It had two small horns, only and inch or two, jutting out of its forehead. What shocked them the most was that its lower body was furry like a sheep’s and its feet were hooves.

“What is that thing?” asked Got-Chic.

“A satyr,” answered Got-Gal. “A mythical woodland creature…one of the Loremaster’s creations, no doubt.”

“I’m sorry, but the Master is not here,” repeated the satyr. “I do not know when he will be back.”

“When did he leave?” asked Got-Chic.

The satyr looked her up and down, his eyes lingering over her full, firm breasts and rounded thighs. He then turned his gaze to Got-Gal’s massive 44DD tits and beautiful ass. Their bikini costumes left little to the imagination.

“The Master will return soon,” said the satyr. He brought up his hand, which held a set of reed pipes. “May I play a song for you?”

“Later, perhaps,” stated Got-Gal. “Are there any other people here with you?”

“No, just me and the Master,” replied the satyr forlornly. “Are you sure you would not like to hear a tune?”

The satyr’s face looked so pleadingly that Got-Gal relented and said, “Sure, we can talk about the Master after you have played.”

The satyr’s face beamed in delight. He pranced around and brought the pipes up to his mouth. A jaunty tune burst forth and Got-Gal found herself smiling in pleasure. She began to tap her foot in time to the beat and Got-Chic was bobbing back and forth with the rhythm. The music seemed to say ‘relax’ to both of the heroines.

The satyr picked up the pace and the word ‘dance’ reverberated in Got-Gal’s mind. She and Got-Chic began to gyrate, shimmy, and dance along with the satyr…sometimes together…sometimes apart. Got-Gal felt free and danced unabashedly. Her mammoth breasts jiggled back and forth in the confines of her bikini halter-top as she wiggled her shoulders.

The music slowly changed without a letup in the pace. It was now sultry and passionate. Got-Gal felt her body heat up in response as her dancing became more seductive.

“Oooo, I’m so hot!” cooed Got-Chic as her hands roamed over her body. “This music is perfect to strip to.”

Got-Chic was breathing heavily through parted lips as she gave Got-Gal as seductive look over her shoulder. She slowly peeled off one of her gloves and tossed it towards the door. Got-Gal’s mouth went very dry as Got-Chic turned and slowly took off her other glove. They were both swaying as Got-Chic reached behind her and undid the clasp to her bikini top.

Her chocolate-brown 38D tits sprang free and Got-Chic gasped in pleasure at their release. Her hands came up to knead the soft, pliant globes and tweak her thick, hard nipples.

Got-Chic panted as she kicked off her high-heel boots. Her chest was heaving as she hooked her thumbs under her bikini bottoms and slowly peeled the tight material downward. Got-Gal licked her dry lips as Got-Chic kicked her panties towards the door. When she lifted her leg, it was easy to see how aroused she was by the glistening wetness of her dark pussy.

“Your turn,” sighed Got-Chic breathlessly.

Got-Chic was still swaying in time to the sensual melody coming from the satyr’s pipes. She saw nothing wrong with Got-Chic stripping down to her skin and, indeed, felt the same compulsion. Leaning over, her huge, heavy tits swayed forward to but up against her chin as she slowly and deliberately unlaced her white, high-heel boots.

The music took on a more pronounced beat as if daring and demanding Got-Gal to continue her striptease. Got-Chic was swaying to the music and moaning as her hands roamed all over her body. Every now and then she would shiver and shake when her fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot. More and more, her hands drifted downward to rub a finger or two over her damp slit.

Got-Gal took up the music’s challenge and strutted around, peeling off her gloves to the passionate gasps of Got-Chic. She threw her gloves onto the pile of Got-Chic’s clothing over by the door. Slowly, she pulled down one side of her white thong bottoms and then the other side until she had them down around her knees. Got-Gal let them slither down the rest of her legs and then kicked them over towards the pile.

She placed her hands on her flaring hips, which were accented by her narrow waist and flat stomach. Breathing through her open mouth, Got-Gal squeezed her legs together and rubbed her thighs against one another, sending jolts of pleasure through her body from the pressure on her wet pussy. Gyrating her hips, she shook and swayed her beautiful ass back and forth in front of the satyr and Got-Chic.

The music seemed to say ‘more…more’. Got-Gal turned and put her arms out to the side to shake her huge tits back and forth. Got-Chic groaned in lustful expectation and sank down to the floor. Got-Gal danced erotically around the room until she reached back behind her for the clasp to her halter-top.

The satyr’s music hit a crescendo as Got-Gal’s huge, round tits bounced into view. Got-Gal yelled in delight as she swung her bikini top over her head, while spinning around and around. Laughing, she held both ends of the top in her hands and pulled it up underneath her breasts like a hammock. Shimmying in time to the music, she moved her arms up and down, which caused her boobs to bounce like beach balls.

The music still wanted her to take off more, but the only thing she had left on was her mask. At this, her mind rebelled. The mask was so ingrained into her super-heroine identity that she could not conceive of taking it off. Strangely, the music seemed to sense this and backed off.

The satyr changed tunes to a slow, sultry one. Got-Gal stood in the middle of the floor gasping for breath. She suddenly felt flushed and waves of desire coursed through her. Got-Chic groaned aloud and Got-Gal looked over at her.

Got-Chic was sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide apart. She had one hand back to brace herself and she was sawing two slim, brown fingers in and out of her wet, squishy pussy with the other. Her body gleamed with a sweaty sheen and she shook in a convulsion when her fingers hit an erogenous zone.

‘Go to her…go to her…’ the music seemed to say to Got-Gal.

Got-Gal kneeled down beside Got-Chic, who looked up at her in lustful desire. Got-Gal reached out to stroke her sidekick’s soft cheek. One touch was all it took to ignite the pent-up emotions in both women. In a flash, they were in a tight clinch, their large breasts mashed up against the other’s as they locked lips in an open-mouthed, passionate kiss.

Got-Gal groaned in desire as Got-Chic’s tongue darted into her mouth. She felt Got-Chic’s hard nipples push into her soft globes as her own bullet-like nubs pushed back. Their tongues dueled back and forth as each woman gasped in passion. Their arms twined around each other’s body. Got-Chic, gasping heavily, broke their kissing. She looked at Got-Gal for only a second before dipping her head down. Got-Gal moaned as the girl’s hot lips locked onto the base of her throat. Juices leaked out of her wet cunt as she felt Got-Chic suck hard on her neck. Got-Gal reached down and grabbed two big handfuls of Got-Chic’s ass, pulling her up tighter.

Got-Chic arched her butt backwards, breaking Got-Gal’s hold and began kissing her way downward. Got-Gal gasped when Got-Chic brought her hands up to firmly grasp both of Got-Gal’s huge tits. Her nipples bulged out in the squeezing grip and jolts of intense pleasure coursed through Got-Gal’s body at Got-Chic licked and bit at the hard nubs.

Got-Gal’s body quaked and quivered as she felt like she was going to explode. The sexual tension in her body was overpowering and it seemed like she could not hold anymore, but it kept increasing. Unable to stand it, Got-Gal pushed Got-Chic back until she was flat on her back. Got-Chic spread her brown thighs apart and Got-Gal dove down for the black-haired glistening pussy.

Got-Chic moaned and arched her hips upwards as Got-Gal’s mashed her mouth against her pussy and began licking at it furiously. The music made Got-Chic want to return the favor, so she pulled Got-Gal’s legs around so that one leg was on either side of her head. Reaching around Got-Gal’s legs with her arms, Got-Chic spread Got-Gal’s labia apart with her fingers, and exposed the red, wet flesh underneath. Got-Gal’s clitoris was engorged and stood out straight. Got-Chic dove in, lashing the nub with her tongue.

“Great Got!” exclaimed Got-Gal as her body was wracked by blissful convulsions. “Oh, I…AUGH! I’m…I’m…OH, SHIT! I’m gonna…gonna…GONNA CUMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!”

Juices squirted out of Got-Gal’s pussy to splatter all over Got-Chic’s face. Her voluptuous body shook and quivered as one orgasmic explosion after another detonated inside her. Despite the massive orgasm, the music still had some strange compulsion on her. Got-Gal took two shaky fingers and shoved them deep into Got-Chic’s cunt.

Got-Chic’s body spasmed and her hips arched off the floor. She screamed aloud at her own orgasm and her juices flowed out over Got-Gal’s fingers as her ass bounced wildly on the hard floor. It was like riding a bucking bronco, but Got-Gal held on until both of their orgasms subsided.

The satyr was playing a more languid tune as Got-Gal and Got-Chic lay on top of one another gasping for breath. Got-Chic noticed that the music was closer and she opened her eyes. She then inhaled sharply when she saw a long, thick cock jutting out from between hairy thighs. The music immediately relaxed her and she felt that she should reach up and touch it.

Slowly, her hand extended upward so that her fingers could wrap around the veiny shaft. Mesmerized, she began to stroke it and noticed the heavy testicular sac hanging down. The music became a little more strident as if demanding her to do more. Got-Chic tugged on the penis, bringing the satyr forward and down. When he was at the right height and position, Got-Chic rubbed the head of his prick up and down Got-Gal’s dripping snatch. She then aimed his haft at Got-Gal’s entrance and gripped Got-Gal by the hips.

Got-Gal moaned when she felt something thick and hard rubbing up and down the folds of her labia. Her desire began to build again. She then gasped loudly and opened her eyes wide as the satyr’s cock penetrated her pussy. It plunged deep into her, stretching her vagina wide open and reaching a sexual depth inside her she did not know existed. Got-Gal managed to wander briefly how the satyr managed to play his pipes while he fucked her, but the thought was whisked away as the music ignited her passion and desire.

Got-Chic, still under Got-Gal, watched in wonder as the satyr’s thick, long cock skewered into Got-Gal. It penetrated her until the satyr’s balls slapped up against Got-Gal’s clitoris. Got-Gal had her hips raised up so that the satyr’s balls just brushed over the tip of Got-Chic’s nose. Got-Chic moaned in frustrated desire as she watched the hard prick, now shiny from Got-Gal’s secretions, slide slowly out of her stretched pussy before the satyr rammed it back in again.

Got-Gal’s body broke out in a sweat as the satyr rammed his dick in and out of her steaming cunt. It was straight raw sex, with the satyr fucking her for all he was worth. Got-Gal dug her fingernails into the twin globes of Got-Chic’s ass just to hold on as the satyr’s forceful thrusts threatened to bowl her over. She quivered all over as the sexual tension in her body climbed to new heights. It felt as if her whole body was electrified.

Got-Gal was ready to cum, but something held her back. The heavy, musky scent of sex filled the air along with the squishy sounds of the satyr’s prick pistoning in and out of her gushing vagina. Her head became heavy and Got-Gal could not hold it up any longer. She lowered her head and plastered her mouth to Got-Chic’s pussy. Without comprehending why, she began to lick and suck at Got-Chic’s cunt.

The visual stimulation of seeing a large penis fuck Got-Gal’s pussy along with Got-Gal’s tongue was more than enough to set Got-Chic off. With a sharp cry, her hips bucked up and down as another massive orgasm exploded inside her. Her juices gushed out of her to Got-Gal’s waiting tongue.

Got-Chic’s strength gave out as her orgasm subsided. Panting heavily, she collapsed onto the floor. She could only stare dully upward at the vagina and penis situated directly over her face.

Got-Gal was shaking continuously from the raw sexual passion built up inside her. Her body was rocking back and forth in time to the satyr’s thrusts. Her huge, sweaty tits were stuck to Got-Chic’s belly and jiggled as at each impact. Got-Gal felt a change in the satyr’s pace as he began to speed up and she knew he was getting close. Gritting her teeth, she squeezed down with her vaginal muscles around his thick shaft.

The music from the pipes stuttered for a split-second and Got-Gal almost broke out of her haze. The music immediate resumed and swelled to a crescendo. Got-Gal screamed out her passion as the satyr jammed his entire cock deep into her. The tremendous pressure inside her released all at once at the same time she felt wad after wad of hot sperm spurt into her womb. Got-Gal shook and quivered uncontrollably as wave after wave of intense, ecstatic pleasure coursed through her.

Unable to hold herself up, Got-Gal collapsed on top of Got-Chic, who was too weak to move. The satyr pulled his semi-flaccid cock out of Got-Gal’s abused pussy. The big load of jizz he had pumped into Got-Gal began to leak out of her cunt and drip down onto Got-Chic’s face.

Got-Chic stuck out her tongue and licked at the viscous fluid splattering onto her face. She felt something rubbery press against her lips and her eyes opened in surprise as the satyr pushed his semi-hard prick into her mouth. The music lulled her shock and she swirled her tongue around the head, tasting both Got-Gal’s secretions and the satyr’s salty seed. The satyr shoved his dick in and out of her mouth several times to clean it off before he pulled it out.

He changed the tune he was playing on his pipes again. Both of the women groaned as they felt compelled to get up. Slowly, they dragged their weak and sticky bodies upright and then slowly shuffled towards the back to enter into the cage. Both women collapsed onto the floor and fell into a deep sleep as the satyr locked the cage’s door.

“Well…well…well, Got-Gal and Got-Chic…who would have thought they would have a thing for each other?”

Got-Gal awoke with a start. The events of the night flooded back into her mind and she jumped to her feet. The iron cage held her and she found herself staring at the sneering face of the Loremaster.

“Release us!” she ordered him. Got-Chic woke up and scrambled to her feet. “Release us and things will go easier for you.”

“I think not,” said the Loremaster as he kicked their boots, clothing, and gloves off to one side. “It appears that you have been weakened again. One of these days, I’ll figure out how that happens.”

“We’ve found your lair,” said Got-Gal smugly. “You’ve run out of places to hide.”

“Au contraire,” stated the Loremaster urbanely. “You’ve found one of my places, which is why I can’t take the time to satisfy my curiosity about your weakness.” The Loremaster cocked his head and Got-Gal heard the clip-clop of the satyr’s hooves coming towards them. He pulled out a small headphone set and put them on just as the satyr then appeared at the door. “Hello, Pan.”

“Hello, master,” replied the satyr. “They are very nice ladies.”

“I’m sure they are. Would you like to play for them again?”

“Can I, master?” asked Pan excitedly. “Can I?”

“Play for us?” asked a baffled Got-Chic. “You want him to play music for us?”

“It’s his pipes!” exclaimed Got-Gal in understanding. “Somehow, they control us.”

“Very good, Got-Gal,” said the Loremaster, gently clapping his hands together. “The satyr’s facial features along with his pipes produce a sub-harmonic resonance, which makes the person hearing it suggestible. I, myself, am a little amazed that Pan can make people do things without saying a word.”

“Hadn’t you better run along then?” asked Got-Chic acidly.

The Loremaster tapped his headphones. “These block out the sub-harmonics. Go ahead, Pan.”

Pan pulled out his pipes and both women quickly put their hands over their ears. It did not help because the resonance easily penetrated past their hands and began to affect them. Slowly, they lowered their arms. The Loremaster opened the cage and Pan piped the women to walk out.

“They’re sort of filthy, Pan,” stated the Loremaster as he noted the dried cum on both of them.

The music seemed to affirm the Loremaster’s assessment. The tune became lighter in nature causing both Got-Gal and Got-Chic to smile. They followed the Loremaster and Pan into the other room. Got-Gal could hear noises coming from other rooms, which sounded like furniture being moved, but she did not care. There was a shower stall in this room that she suddenly wanted to use.

Got-Gal yanked down on the chain and water gushed out of the shower head. Squealing from the shock of the coldness of the water, both women pranced and cavorted under the spray. They began to rub each other’s body down, washing off the dried cum and dirt. The shower cut off after a period of time. The Loremaster felt a stirring in his loins as he watched Got-Gal and Got-Chic. Their hair was plastered down and water dripped off their breasts and pubic hair. Their nipples were puckered from the cold.

Pan moved off to where several foam mats had been placed on the floor. His music beckoned Got-Gal and Got-Chic over to him. The light music seemed to make them giddy and happy. Pan laid down on the mats and the women joined him on either side.

Pan was still playing his pipes, but the music changed to a sultry tune. The change in Got-Gal and Got-Chic was easy to see. Their breathing became heavier as their lust increased. They began rubbing their hands all over Pan, which caused his penis to engorge and slide out of its sheath. Got-Gal and Got-Chic both grasped the thick shaft to stroke and rub it. Got-Gal leaned over to suck on the head of Pan’s prick, followed by Got-Chic who licked up and down the veiny shaft.

The music changed a little and Got-Gal spun around so that she was on her hands and knees. Her large 44DD breasts hung down pendulously as she spread her legs to expose her glistening slit. The satyr got up and squatted down behind her.

“AHHH!” gasped Got-Gal in delight as Pan sank his entire prick deep into her hot, tight hole. She shivered when his balls slapped up against her clitoris, which sent an electric jolt of pleasure up into her belly. The tip of his cock was hitting up against the top of her cervix and her vaginal walls were stretched by the thickness of his prick.

The satyr fucked his dick in and out of Got-Gal without a break in his playing of the pipes. His testicles continually hit against her clit, which made her passion soar. Got-Gal’s full, heavy breasts swung around and around in circles, hitting against her arms and smacking into each other. Got-Chic had scooted up to her knees and was holding onto Got-Gal’s ass to watch the long cock appear and disappear in and out of her dripping pussy.

The hitting on her clitoris quickly sent Got-Gal over the edge. With a loud gasp and a long shiver, she felt her orgasm explode inside her. Her vaginal muscles clenched down on Pan’s pumping shaft as if trying to milk his seed out of him. It worked because she felt his prick pulsate and then spurt a huge load of hot cum deep inside her.

“I never realized you were such a slut, Got-Gal,” commented the Loremaster, looking on.

Got-Gal lowered her upper body down so that she was resting on her huge round tits with her cheek on the floor mat. The satyr pulled out of her, leaving her ass raised up in the air. White sperm began to ooze out of her slit and roll down her thighs. The music changed again as Pan and Got-Chic moved off to one side.

The Loremaster walked over and knelt down on one knee beside Got-Gal. She was still breathing heavily from the power of her orgasm. The Loremaster slid one finger down her spine to her raised hips. His finger then moved down between her asscheeks to her puckered rectum. Got-Gal grunted in pain when the Loremaster shoved his finger in up to the first knuckle.

“She’s a little dry here,” said the Loremaster to Pan.

Got-Chic was lying on her back with her hands behind her knees holding her legs up and apart. Pan was getting ready to get down between her legs when the Loremaster spoke. Pan stood up, still playing the pipes, to look over at what the Loremaster was referring to. He understood and subtly changed the music again.

Got-Chic, under the music’s compulsion, let go of her knees and rolled over. She then crawled over to where Got-Gal was. Rubbing her hands over the upraised ass, she leaned over to nip at the soft flesh. Got-Chic began to lick the round globes before she slithered her tongue down the crack to Got-Gal’s asshole.

Got-Gal moaned when she felt a tongue lick, slather, and probe her asshole. Got-Chic buried her face between Got-Gal’s asscheeks as she went to work with her tongue. Got-Gal was shivering in desire when Pan piped Got-Chic away from her.

Pan laid down on the mat and his tune became more strident with an intense urgency to it. Got-Chic quickly came over to him and straddled his hips between her brown thighs. She grasped his prick and pointed it straight up at the entrance to her wet hole. Pushing herself down hard, she rammed the entire length inside her vagina in one huge shove. Caught up by the music, Got-Chic bounced up and down on the hard shaft, literally raping herself on the satyr’s thick prick.

The Loremaster moved around behind Got-Gal. She was breathing heavily in barely contained lust and her asshole was shiny and wet from all of Got-Chic’s saliva. The Loremaster pulled down his trousers enough to free his raging erection. Squatting down, he placed the tip of it on her puckered hole and pushed forward.

“AUGH!” cried out Got-Gal in pain.

It felt like her ass was being skewered by a hot poker, but she could not resist. The music compelled her and she relaxed her sphincter muscle as she pushed back. Got-Chic’s tongue bath made her rectum slick enough for the Loremaster to shove his entire cock all the way into Got-Gal’s ass.

Got-Gal shivered as her asshole stretched out around the Loremaster’s prick. He began pumping his cock in and out of her tight hole. Got-Gal groaned in pain, but the music seemed to make the pain pleasurable also. She could feel the lust begin to build inside her and she humped her butt back against each of the Loremaster’s thrusts.

“You have such a sweet ass, Got-Gal,” panted the Loremaster as he fucked her up her rectum. “Nice and tight…You’re such a slut!”

Got-Gal was repulsed by his words, but, at the same time, compelled by the music to find them highly stimulating. The burning sensation in her butt eased away to be replaced by an intense pleasure. Got-Gal shivered from a small orgasm and reached back with both hands. She grabbed her asscheeks and spread them as far apart as they would go so that the Loremaster could fuck her even deeper.

“OOF!” grunted Got-Gal as the Loremaster tried to ram every millimeter of his dick inside her ass. The music overrode her will. “Fuck my ass! Harder! I’m a slut! Fill me with cum until I’m shitting it for a week! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

The Loremaster took her at her words and literally pounded his hard cock in and out of her asshole. The slapping of his thighs on her ass with his balls slapping up against her dripping pussy was matched by the sounds of Got-Chic furiously fucking herself up and down on Pan’s prick.

The tightness of Got-Gal’s asshole quickly pushed the Loremaster over the top. With a bellow, he rammed his hips forward, explosively driving the air out of Got-Gal’s lungs. She inhaled sharply as she felt his cock expand and then pulsate as he spurted his hot, liquid seed again and again deep into her bowels. Got-Gal shivered at the perversion of his act, which set off another massive orgasm inside her.

Got-Chic had already fucked herself through a huge orgasm, but the music would not let her stop. Her body was sweaty and she was tiring rapidly when the music stopped, except for a single low note. In response to that note, Got-Chic sank her Nubian body down fully onto the satyr’s prick. It was only a split-second later before Pan was filling her womb with his baby batter.

The Loremaster pulled his cock out of Got-Gal’s nether region with a wet, sucking sound. He stared down at the gaping black pit of her asshole. A thin strand of cum connected her ass to the tip of his prick until he backed up enough to break it. Pan’s music had broken for a second during his climax, but started up again to keep the super-heroines under control.

“I don’t…I don’t think I shall see you again, Got-Gal,” gasped the Loremaster. “This was way too exhilarating. I’d find myself here again and again if I didn’t watch out. Maybe after my next creation is completed…by then your will should be completely broken.”

Pan’s pipes compelled Got-Gal and Got-Chic back into the cage. The Loremaster was true to his word and did not return. For the next two days, Got-Gal was sure she had swallowed a gallon of Pan’s cum and that she had been fucked in every conceivable way. Got-Chic had suffered all of Pan’s whims and desires the same as Got-Gal.

Pan was taking them out of the cage for longer and longer periods of time. Try as she might, Got-Gal began to appreciate the satyr’s musical stamina and insatiable libido. On the few occasions when he was temporarily sated, Pan had Got-Gal and Got-Chic to pleasure each other until he was ready to go again. Got-Gal’s pussy had been stretched out enough that Got-Chic was able to fist-fuck her with her hand up to her wrist. Got-Gal felt her will ebbing away with each passing hour.

It was past noon on the third day after their capture, when Got-Gal collapsed off to one side of the room gasping for breath. Her large breasts were splattered with cum from when she had gladly jacked off Pan by giving him a tittyfuck. He had returned the favor by fucking her through three huge orgasms. After her third one, Got-Gal could not maintain her position on her hands and knees, and had to crumple onto the floor.

Pan, nonplused by the loss of his fuck toy, simply rolled over between the legs of Got-Chic, who was becoming more and more eager for his embraces. Got-Chic cried out in wanton delight as Pan rammed his long prick all the way to the hilt into her hot, wet tunnel.

Got-Gal could only lay there quivering in her post-orgasmic throes. Pan was still playing his pipes, compelling both women into docility. Got-Gal felt strange, though. It was as if strength was flowing back into her. She looked around and saw that she was lying next to her Got Emerald, the source of her power. Got-Gal knew what it was, but under the sway of the music, she had no desire to pick it up.

It was right then that Pan’s passion peaked. Got-Chic yelled out, her ass bouncing on the floor as her orgasm was set off by Pan’s climax. Pan rammed his cock deep into her as he spewed out a torrent of hot jizz. His piping faltered in his ecstasy.

Got-Gal’s eyes widened as her will came flooding back to her. She grabbed the gem tightly in her hand as the satyr’s music started back up again. She groaned as the music compelled her to get up and walk over to where Got-Chic was lying. Pan had rolled off Got-Chic and his prick was retreating back into its sheath. Got-Gal knelt down and began lapping at the gooey mess of Got-Chic’s pussy.

It was much later that night, while they were locked up in the cage that Got-Gal woke up Got-Chic.

“Wha…?” asked Got-Chic groggily. “What’s the matter?”

“Time to get out of here,” stated Got-Gal, who showed her the Got Emerald.

“How did you get that?” asked Got-Chic in astonishment.

“I was lucky,” replied Got-Gal. “We need to be careful. If Pan starts to play, we’ll fall under his influence again. I’d like to capture him so Dr. Whirter can look at him.”

Got-Gal reached between the bars of the cage and gingerly broke the lock by twisting it in her hand until it snapped. The two heroines crept around the room until they found Got-Chic’s piece of the Got Emerald. Got-Gal then carefully opened the door and looked out.

The room was slightly lit by the glow of the street lamps outside. Got-Gal saw Pan asleep on the mats with his pipes lying next to him. She moved a few feet closer, gauged the distance, and leapt into the air.

“Don’t hurt him!” cried out Got-Chic in alarm.

Pan woke up in a start and quickly rolled off to one side. Got-Gal knew she had missed him as she landed on the spot where he had been sleeping. Everyone froze…Got-Gal because she had missed her target, Pan because his fuck toys had escaped, and Got-Chic because she had yelled a warning without meaning to.

Pan had rolled away without grabbing his pipes. His eyes snapped downward to look at where the instrument was lying on the mat. Got-Gal’s eyes followed his stare and they both dived for them at the same time. Got-Gal got there first and with a squeeze of her hand, splinted the pipes into a million pieces.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” said Got-Gal, grabbing Pan before he could run away. “Got-Chic find something to tie him up with.”

“Got-Gal, I’m so sorry,” apologized a teary-eyed Got-Chic. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s alright,” said Got-Gal softly. “Your will was being broken. Let’s tie Pan up and see if the Loremaster is still around.”

Their search of the chemical plant was fruitless and disappointing. The Loremaster had left and had managed to take everything with him. Got-Gal and Got-Chic took Pan back to Dr. Whirter’s lab. Got-Gal visited the doctor several days later.

“How’s Got-Chic?” asked Dr. Whirter.

“Fine, the rest is doing much to restore her willpower,” replied Got-Gal. “How’s the satyr?”

“He’s a marvel of genetic engineering, just like the ogre you encountered. Pan has developed a taste for soda pop, but only out of bottles. He says he can taste the difference between that and canned soda. We’ve been lucky that you have been able to stop the Loremaster’s creations from getting loose.”

“I wonder what his next creation will be,” mused Got-Gal.

Pan sat forlorn in his cage at the lab. Tina, Dr. Whirter’s busty assistant, walked into the containment area bearing a tray of food and a bottle of Coke.

“How are you today, Pan?” she asked.

“I’m okay,” replied Pan. “I’d really like to get out and play.”

“You know I can’t unlock your door,” said Tina kindly. “I don’t have the combination.”

“I remember,” said Pan sadly. He then brightened up. “I did learn something today.”

“Really? What is that?”

“I found that water in Coke bottles changes their pitch,” said Pan, picking up eight bottles off the floor. “Would you like to hear me play?”