by Kid Charlemagne
kid_charlemagne66@yahoo.com
(This story is copyright Kid Charlemagne, characters are copyright of their respective creators)
Power Lass tore the slick, color poster from the telephone pole in the seedy, dangerous part of Delta City and read it with disgust and growing anger. "Bored? Broke? Horny?" it read, "Have you ever wanted to do a SuperVillain's unquestioned bidding?" Then, under a picture of what looked like a group of well-endowed thugs gang-banging a helpless Ms. Americana, the poster continued, "And share in the spoils? We can show you how! Learn all the skills you need for your next interview from two experienced hands. Just bring $1000 in cash to 369 Columbia Ave. at 11pm on June 4th and we guarantee you'll leave satisfied." At the bottom of the poster were two masked henchmen giving thumbs up and a smile.
"That's tonight!" Power Lass said shaking her head, "I'll make those sick bastards pay for advertising their whereabouts," she added as she dropped the poster to the dirty ground. Then, as if preparing for a blind date, she looked over her blue leather, high-heeled boots, similar blue gloves and short red cape. Then glanced down to adjust the rest of her revealing costume to be sure her white, skintight, one-piece outfit covered the nipples of her huge 38 double D breasts. "I don't need another embarrassing episode like when I rescued those children from that day care fire," she thought finally finishing her adjustments. Finally, with a satisfied flip of her bob-cut blonde hair, she heaved her buxom body into the air and, within seconds, was flying high above even the tallest of the surrounding buildings.
"If I can catch these foul villains, their twisted, wanna-be henchmen and close down their hideout I should finally get the respect I deserve," Power Lass thought to herself with a smile letting her dreams overtake her, "Maybe I can even quite my nursing job and be a superheroine full time." Just then, the image on the poster of Ms. Americana being penetrated in every orifice sprang back into her mind. "Hmmpppfff, I'm sure that's not really Ms. Americana in that picture, someone's just good with PhotoShop," she added with revulsion as she hurtled her scantily-clad body high above the city scanning for the location given on the poster as eleven o'clock neared.
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"Man, this was the best idea you ever had," admitted Jack J. Oates, dimwitted professional henchman, as he looked over the large stainless steel room below packed with more than a dozen suckers who had all paid $1000 in cash for the night's "training."
"I told you, with the boss outta town at that union mandated supervillain meeting we should make some use of our position," concurred his partner in crime, Robert C. Hall, nodding his head with a smile as he counted the stack of $100 bills. "We'd be stupid not to. And the boss won't be any the wiser," he added gesturing around the huge warehouse-sized building, crammed with every kinky and destructive gadget imaginable.
The two henchmen looked down from the control room above the large, metallic room below filled with more than a dozen thugs, criminals and second-rate underworld types. "All right, it's almost showtime," said the light-haired Hall turning to his slightly shorter, mustached, dark-haired partner, "I'll take good care of these suckers. Now, just like we planned, all you have to do is line up our 'superheroine attacker' for the night,"
"OK," responded Oates as he slowly shook his head, "No problem, I know a girl who'd make a great "Superheroine"--cause she's a great stripper--and has no qualms about getting down and dirty for the right amount of money. I'll tell her we're having a bachelor party."
"OK, you know what to do, just like we went over," said Hall again slowly to his partner not at all certain if he had the mental abilities to carry out this vital part of the plan. But there was no other choice.
"I've got my script here and I'm ready to start the soundtrack," Hall said while thumbing through a stack of 3 by 5 cards. "All you need to do," he repeated firmly to his partner Oates, "Is get that stripper......er, I mean heroine. And make sure she's dressed in an outfit and a cape or something, OK?" Hall finished by slamming $1000 into Oates outstretched hand.
"Sure, no problem," replied Oates as he glanced skyward for a few moments seemingly trying to commit his duties to memory yet again.
"I'll be back in no time," Oates said to Hall as he darted from the control room, down the escape stairwell, through a hidden door and out onto the dark street.
Hall glanced at his watch. "OK," he thought, taking a deep breath, "Time to begin." He pressed a button on the control panel and the speaker in the room below boomed to life.
"Welcome to your future as a professional henchman." said the professional, authoritative male voice, "Over the next several hours you'll learn all the skills and abilities Supervillains look for when hiring quality followers and minions including combat skills, crime machinery operation expertise and sexual assault mastery for the inevitable heroine who falls under your control."
The assembled henchmen-in-training smiled at that last statement and seemed impressed by professionalism of the presentation so far.
"Paying that voice-over guy to read our script was worth it," thought Hall with a satisfied smile.
"First, it is important that you look like a professional." continued the instructive voice over the speakers, "behind this panel you will find the proper attire of a true henchman." As he spoke, a large metal panel opened to reveal sets of black, leather, one-piece uniforms and eye-covering masks. "After you have all changed into these uniforms we will begin with combat training and machine operation skills," boomed the voice overhead as the dozen or so men eagerly grabbed the slick black uniforms and masks.
"Clueless suckers, they're buying this hook, line and sinker," thought Hall glaring down from the control room above.
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Power Lass landed with a "THUD" and a jiggle on the deserted street in front of 367 Columbia Ave. The four-story, brick warehouse building didn't look out of the ordinary in this older, run-down area of Delta City. "I hope this is the right place," she thought, "I don't want to have to ask for directions again, it was so embarrassing."
"Uh oh, it's almost 1 a.m.-- I'm late!" Power Lass bemoaned, glancing at her watch, "I hope those criminals are still here."
She noticed that the building's small, front office door looked as though it hadn't been used in years. "If you want to make the bad guys take notice, smash down the front door, I always say," she said to herself, giggling at her own joke.
As Power Lass prepared to make her move on the building, she instinctively flipped her short blonde hair and tidied up her costume as if she were going on a job interview. "I'll need to look my best when the news cameras arrive, this could be the big catch I've been waiting for to finally make my reputation here in Delta City," said the not-to-bright heroine.
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Hall had put the would-be henchmen through all the paces he could think of--combat exercises, taking orders without question, learning to work the various gadgets used for villainous purposes--and now the men were getting restless.
"We're tired of this stuff" cried the biggest of the louts, "We want a hot superheroine to fight!"
"Yeah!" came a chorus of other men in a loud concurrence of shouts and grumbles.
Hall looked again at his watch, "Oates was supposed to have her here by now," he thought with a frustrated growl and was glad he was safe, high above the clamoring mob.
"Just a few more exercises," Hall shouted over the speakers to the men below, unsure if that would satisfy them.
Suddenly with a loud "BLAM!", the far door of the huge gleaming, stainless steel room buckled inward and exploded in a pile of masonry and steel.
In the cloud of dust stood a huge-breasted blonde, her white, low-cut outfit barely covering her stiff nipples. She stood poised triumphantly, her bare legs spread and her blue, leather-gloved hands on her hips with her red cape still flapping in the breeze created by her entrance.
"Wow! Now that......that was a great entrance, I'm gonna have to ask Oates how he and the stripper pulled that one off," thought Hall letting out a deep breath, "Anyway, better late than never." He clicked on the microphone and read, with feigned drama, from his set of cue cards, "Oh no, it is Glory Gal come to thwart our plans!"
Hall paused smugly, basking in what he felt was the glow of a perfectly delivered line.
"That's Power Lass, you idiot!" yelled the short-haired blonde glaring back up at Hall then angrily at the wanna-be-henchmen staring at her slack-jawed.
Perplexed, Hall quickly glanced at his cue cards in growing confusion. "Hey, that wasn't what was in the script," he mumbled to himself as he thumbed through the cards again trying to find his place. After a long pause he managed to blurt out "Oh.....yeah, I mean it's Power Lass!.....Now she'll pay for interfering with our nefarious plans!" he shouted melodramatically into the microphone doing his best to ad-lib.
Suddenly Hall began to regret he and Oates having hired a film student to write their dialogue.
The Henchmen-in-training looked at each other for a moment, not sure exactly how to proceed as they began to slowly surround the buxom blonde.
Looking scornfully at her would be attackers, Power Lass stood unimpressed. "I'll take care of these dozen or so goons and shut this place down. Pictures of me standing on a pile of unconscious thugs should make the news for sure," she thought confidently, "I'll make mincemeat of these clowns."
Power Lass stood staunchly with her hands on hips, knowing these mere men could do her nearly invincible body little harm.
"Now remember men just as we practiced," boomed Hall's voice over the loudspeaker, "The first rule of having a long career as a professional henchman is to use your master's labor-saving devices whenever possible. These days there's no need to even get your hands dirty--until that stuck up superheroine is ready to ride," Hall ended with a laugh as he pushed a button on the control panel marked "Rob-Octopus."
"Sexist male pigs," grumbled Power Lass at the voice from above as she finally took up a fighting stance. But the would-be henchmen began to slowly back away from the voluptuous heroine.
"Ooooops, I almost forgot. I'd better turn on the boss' other gizmos to make this look like the real deal," remembered Hall almost as an after thought, "I'm not sure exactly what they do but the lights look pretty cool." With that, he began pressing buttons all along the control console. Quickly dials marked "Radial Starburst," "Weather Master," and "Magnatrometer" began to light up and power on.
Power Lass glanced suspiciously at the strange machines sprang to life, menacingly, around the large, steel room. Suddenly her innate magnetic power sense went haywire. "Oh No!" thought Power Lass, "I'm sensing a huge magnetic field powering up that wasn't here a second ago!" Almost instantly, the massive magnetic field enveloped the blonde superheroine rendering her super strength and invulnerability null and void. Power Lass staggered back, dizzy and disoriented from the effects of the electromagnet, "Dear God! They've rendered me powerless!" she thought, beginning to panic, "I've got to get out of here."
But before she could move, a huge, red, rubbery-looking ball dropped out of a panel in the ceiling and hit the floor with a loud bounce, coming to rest about two yards from the not-so-bright but buxom blonde. For a few moments Power Lass concentrated through her swirling vision to focus on the strange 3-foot high sphere that began slowly rolling towards her. "What the hell is that thin........!" she muttered before four holes opened up on the ball's sides and four red, mechanical tentacles darted toward her with lightening speed and began coiling around her arms and legs. Now in a state of abject terror, Power Lass fought a losing battle to free herself from the tentacles that entwined her limbs and slowly began to manipulate them into unwanted positions.
"Ah," said Hall admiringly, "that Rob-Octopus sure knows how to put the moves on a lady."
Soon, the ends of the tentacles had snaked their way to the edge of the overmatched Karen Clark's white Power Lass costume and began to spiral inside the tight, on-piece garment. "What are they doing?" asked a frightened Power Lass as she glanced down at the tentacle's movement, "AHHHHHHHHHH!!" she screamed as she watched the four tentacles begin to push outward, pulling and stretching the soft spandex-like fabric covering her torso.
In seconds her costume was torn to shreds and ripped from her struggling body leaving her huge double D breasts and well-trimmed blonde pussy mound exposed for all to see. "I'm stripped, naked! Nooooo!" screamed the helpless Power Lass. That remnants of her white costume remained intact on her arms and her blue leather thigh-high boots and gloves remained in place were of little comfort.
Power Lass struggled and began to work up quite a sweat battling the mechanical creature--but to no avail.
Then, the real terror began.
The steel tentacle's of the Rob-Octopus worked with practiced efficiency to force Power Lass' arms behind her back. Then, one of the tentacles quickly locked her arms in place by lashing her wrists together while the other two tentacles forced her legs further and further apart. The helpless position forced her puffing pussy lips to protrude through her short-trimmed yellow pubic hair. The four tentacles of the Rob-Octopus then displayed the complete control they now had over the de-powered heroine by lifting her nubile body up into the air while pulling her closer and closer to it's bulbous body. All the while, the huge red ball remain still.
"Let me go," screamed the overmatched heroine, "AAARRHHH! What are you doing?!"
Slowly, the tentacles rotated her succulent body to an upright almost seated position. It was then that the dimwitted heroine saw what lay in store for her. A hole at the top of the giant, red, rubber ball opened up and, from the inside, a thick 9-inch long curved red dildo was raised and locked into place on the ball's surface. Power Lass could only watch in horror as she was slowly lowered closer and closer to mechanical beast.
"Dear God, No!" screamed Power Lass in a hysterical panic struggling again to escape as saw she was being lowered closer and closer into position, "It's going to spear me with that thing!" She screamed. With one last lunge of energy and strength, the powerless blonde tried to break the creatures bonds but it was to no avail.
The red Rob-Octopus paused for a moment to shift its' prey slightly to line up Power Lass' sweaty, vaginal lips with the tip of the huge, slick, dildo on its' surface. Then, the once invulnerable heroine was unceremoniously impaled as she was forced down hard on the male member.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Shrieked Power Lass as the monster cock parted her slick nether lips and slowly drove deep inside her -- stretching her hole wider and wider until the huge head came to rest against the upper part of her inner walls.
"It's too big! Get it out!.....Out!" cried the well plugged heroine as she gyrated her waist and hips from side to side in an impossible effort to dislodge the massive phallus. But the mechanical monster held her firmly in place. The red globe's arms slowly receded into the holes from whence they came, while still firmly gripping Power Lass' ankles, and locked her legs into place around opposite sides of the huge red ball while the tentacle locking her wrists behind her back held her in an upright position.
The clueless blonde was now left helplessly straddling the huge, immobile, red ball like an erotic bull rider.
"UURRRHHH! Help me!" Power Lass cried out looking down at her predicament. But the assembled henchmen simply stood in place, motionless, their pants beginning to bulge.
The giant red ball started to buzz to life. The mammoth dildo buried deep in Power Lass suddenly hummed to life as the entire sphere suddenly began to vibrate. Then, ball itself began bouncing up and down in place, first only a few inches and gradually increasing higher and higher.
The powerless heroine could only watch as, with each bounce, the enormous cock spread her tight pussy lips and drove deeper into her vagina. As the ball hit the ground Power Lass would jerk forward and with each bounce jerk back, increasing the erotic sensations by ten fold. All while the red dildo throbbed and vibrated in her excited pussy.
"Uh...the stimulation...too powerful," thought the horny Power Lass as an erotic fog began to envelope her mind, "I mustn't give in.........but it's been so long since I was with a man...uhhhhh." Further multiplying her erotic longings was the fact that the voluptuous blonde had been unable to bring herself to orgasm since the accident that had given her super powers. It seemed that the same thing that had made her skin virtually invulnerable to harm and pain had also made it difficult to stimulate her sexually.
But now it seemed that the blockheaded blonde was no match for the relentless bounce, the vibration and the pounding dildo of the Rob-Octopus and, with a squeal, she quickly succumbed to the first of a stream of orgasms. "AAAHHHH................AAAHHHHH.............AAAHHHHH!" screamed the orgasmic heroine as she rode each bounce.
"She's getting too noisy, Rob-Octopus take care of that," came Hall's voice over the speaker.
Almost immediately another tentacle extended up into the air and with the helpless lass' next screamed plunged between her full red lips and down her throat. "MMMMMLLLLPPPPP," mumbled the shocked and wide-eyed heroine as the mechanical tentacle expanded to fill her mouth.
In terror, she jerked her head from side to side in an attempt to dislodge the thickening phallus but in vain. It quickly expanded and began to piston in and out between her slick red lips.
"Hey, when do we get out turn with her?" yelled one of the henchmen as the others nodded in agreement.
"Just wait," Hall said into the room, "The Rob-Octopus can inject a special elixir that will make our heroine more docile, willing and warmed up for you to take your turn."
As the powerless heroine continued to bounce up and down uncontrollably, the huge red mechanical ball continued the unwanted stimulation building it to a crescendo.
"Toooooo...much......sssttimulation....can't.....control.......myself," thought Power Lass as another orgasm neared then blasted her feeble consciousness. This time, however, as the Rob-Octopus sensed the buxom blonde's climax it began pumping a warm, blue fluid inside the heroine's sensitive orifices. Just as she was coming down from her initial orgasm the hot, drug-laced injection caused her to explode into a climax that instantly overloaded her senses.
Her now well-mounted and accepting pussy was pumped full of the thick, blue, sperm-like goo while the other phallic tentacle that filled her mouth swelled and erupted with its' own load of the substance. In her daze, the double-corked heroine's only reaction was to swallow the spunk as fast as it shot into her mouth but eventually the volume became too much and the hot, sticky substance began to flow out around her pouting lips and down her face and neck clinging to her huge swinging and bouncing breasts. Soon, Power Lass' pussy was also pumped full of the thick, hot, elixir and the substance began to spill out and pool between her legsBetween her legs.
"You see men, the Rob-Octopus is loaded to ejaculate a drug laced concoction both vaginally and orally into any troublesome heroine," blurted out Hall from the control room, "the drug takes effect quickly, stimulating her sex drive by tenfold while inducing a hypnotic-like sedation . In short, she becomes both more relaxed and more sexually insatiable."
As Power Lass slowly descended from her mind-numbing orgasm she took a deep breath and realized she felt different. The panic was gone, she felt very relaxed but still very, very horny. Sort of like at the party after she graduated from nursing school--drunk and horny. But the feelings now were many times more intense.
Staring at the ravishment of the dim, voluptuous blonde before them and anticipating their own turn, the black leather-clad henchmen began to unbuckle the codpiece protecting their crotch to reveal a cast of sizable erections waiting their turn to cork the voluptuous heroine.
"I see you men are ready to party so I'll just program a dismount and you can have at her," announced Hall as he pressed a series of buttons on the control panel.
With the huge red ball still bouncing in place, the tentacle in her mouth withdrew and Power Lass sputtered forth the blue spunk that remained in her mouth, further covering her face and upper body with the substnace. The tentacle grasping her wrists behind her back released and retracted into the ball. At first, the now sexually charged heroine breathed a sigh of relief until she realized that her legs were still held in place and her poor pussy was still impaled on the massive red dildo. Then, she realized something else. "Oh my God, it's getting bigger!" she screamed as she felt the phallus inside her grow thicker and longer, stretching and expanding. "Stop...AHHHHH.....it's......too big...can't....take it," groaned Power Lass as she felt her vaginal lips being stretched wider and wider while the cock's great head pushed against the top of her womb.
"Oh, sorry," said Hall apologetically, "wrong button," as he quickly corrected his error.
Power Lass suddenly felt the massive member plugging her deflate slightly just as the last two tentacles released her imprisoned legs and feet. For a few seconds, the dimwitted blonde continued to bounce up and down on the huge red ball like a rag doll, held in place by the giant, red dildo plugging her pussy.
But for even the greatest of bull riders, the ride must eventually come to an end.
On one especially large bounce, and with a loud "POPPPP!" sound, the red dildo slid out of her slick pussy sending the incompetent crime fighter flying across the room. With a "THUD" she landed on the hard, metal floor. Still in a daze, Power Lass tried to sit up and look her situation over. The tingling, erotic feelings in her nether regions made her look down to see a pool of thick blue liquid leak out of her overstuffed pussy lips.
Power Lass slowly stood up, staggering as she tried to focus and concentrate through the drug induced erotic haze that clouded her mind. She glanced around her as the henchmen-in-training closed in all around her--their sizable erect members at the ready.
"Mmmmmmm...all those huge cocks for me," smiled Power Lass through the horny haze in her mind, "UHHHH...wait...No....I must get away," she added as she began to slowly stagger backward.
"You're not going anywhere," growled Hall, "I'll see to that." He expertly began to move a joystick on the control room panel and a mechanism that looked like a firehose was slowly lowered from the ceiling and pointed at the disoriented heroine. Taking a few seconds to aim carefully, Hall pressed the red button on top of the joystick. Instantly, a burst of white viscous liquid shot from the nozzle. He moved the controls slightly and let loose another blast. The white globules struck Power Lass at the ankles, covering her feet, and adhering them to the steel floor.
The powerless heroine looked down in disbelief and struggled to pull her feet from the floor. Unfortunately, she found that, while the basketball sized goo would stretch as she struggled, the adhesive would never break and only stretch so far before snapping back into place. "No...I'm stuck...can't get away," screamed Power Lass as she realized she was hopelessly stuck in place.
"She should be all ready to ride men," announced Hall to his protégés below as the men began crowding and shoving for position around the big-breasted blonde, "Don't worry everyone will have a turn," he assured them. Soon the largest of the goons had forced their way to the front of the group. Unfortunately for Power Lass, they were also the most well-hung of the henchmen as their mighty members bulged at the thought of raping the heroine. "Remember!" instructed Hall forcefully, "No, marks or permanent damage should be inflicted upon your heroines....because......uh......they are worth more on the slavers market that way."
All the would be henchmen nodded in agreement.
Hall's real reason for the strict orders were that, as a matter of a twisted sense of honor and fairness, he and Oates had only hired the stripper now naked and helpless below to play a superheroine with the expectation of "doing" a bachelor party. She was not to be hurt--after all, she was a working girl too. Gang bangs, however, were another matter.
As the goons came ever closer, Power Lass tried to move backwards, found she could not, caught herself and finally lost her balance and fell forward hitting the floor on all fours.
This was just the opportunity the men were waiting for. One of the largest moved in quickly behind the bound in place heroine and plunged his huge, thick cock between her legs easily spearing her slick, stretched clit lips and penetrating her defenseless vagina.
"AHHHHHHH...No!," she protested as she felt herself being entered and startled by the size and girth of the member, "UHHHH...stop.....too..big!" But Power Lass was utterly defenseless. Between the powerful magnet negating her superpowers, the drug exploding her libido and crowding out her rationality and her feet adhered to the floor, she had become nothing but an over inflated sex doll to be fucked over and over again by the third-rate henchmen awaiting their turn.
"UHHHHHHH......." cried out Power Lass again as the giant behind her pulled back his enormous cock then thrust it forward through the heroine's blonde, well-trimmed pussy hair impaling her vagina once again. "OHHHHHH......NOOOO....," as the intruder began pistoning faster and faster with each "SLAP!" sound against her soft, round ass. She was being plowed relentlessly, doggy style. The globes of her enormous, round breasts bobbed back and forth in reaction to the banging she was receiving, her erect nipples pointing towards the stainless steel floor.
"Quiet Power Slut," came a voice from in front of her.
She opened her eyes to see an oversized, erect cock stuck in her face attached to another huge thug. Before she had time to react, the man shoved his rod past her plump, ruby lips and into her mouth. "Suck it bitch!" the man ordered as he grabbed her short blonde hair and forced her head backwards and forwards over the shaft's length.
The powerless heroine had no choice but to obey. She had been turned into a superheroine sandwich.
Power Lass found her mouth unable to close or in any way oppose the huge cock violating it. Instead, her mouth and red lips stretched further to accommodate the thick pole now plunging in and out. She wasn't sure whether it was the drugs injected directly into her vagina or her long unsatisfied libido, but she no longer found any will to resist the sexual assault from these two titanic male members.
Slowly but surely, the once unstoppable Power Lass succumbed to the jolts of pleasure coursing through her body and sunk deeper and deeper into a dream world of sexual delight. She became detached from what was happening and she began to revel in the pleasures now blasting through her super sexy body.
With a shock and a gasp, a powerful climax suddenly ripped through her body. As she slowly came down from one massive orgasm she had but one thought, "I want another!" Her mind screamed.
With renewed vigor, the voluptuous heroine began to grind her hips back against the huge cock pile driving her pussy trying to coax another climax from it while her head now bobbed up and down on the phallus in her mouth of its' own free will, her tongue caressing every inch, every vein in the powerful shaft.
Just then, the henchmen gliding his cock in and out of Power Lass' vaginal lips gave a loud grunt as he thrust forward one last time, burying his cockhead deep inside the helpless heroine before filling her with a load of semen. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" she mumbled through her well-plugged mouth as the hot ejaculation brought on another climax that quickly spread through her body. Then she felt the bulbous cockhead in her mouth seize and explode, spewing its sticky liquid down her throat and bursting from around her full, red lips.
Still in an orgasmic daze, Power Lass felt the two henchmen pull out of her mouth and well-used pussy as she half collapsed back onto the ground, struggling to remain on all-fours with her feet still glued in place by the powerful adhesive. She had barely caught her breath when she felt two men lift her sweat-slicked body off the floor and, with her feet still firmly planted in place, spread her out carefully on her back on the cold metal floor.
"Were these men helping her?" Power Lass wondered, "Was she being rescued? Was her bondage finally over?" she thought in confusion, staring up at the ceiling. Then, from her own mind came a shocking thought, "Not yet, I want to cum again!"
The answer came quickly as she saw a gloating henchman straddle her chest and push his erect member between her massive double D breasts while forcing the huge globes together to envelope his shaft. She only had a few seconds to see the head poking between her mammeries and toward her face before another waiting henchman grabbed her upside down head, opened her slack mouth and forced his dick past her parted lips and down her throat. As the man worked his tool faster and deeper into her mouth, his great ball sack slapped degradingly against the Power Lass' eyes and face---a sight she would soon become used to. "MMMMMLLLLPPPPPP!" was all the protesting the de-powered heroine could blurt out as the hopelessness of her situation became more and more clear.
Concentrating on the assault on her upper body and the erotic feelings it re-ignited, she had forgotten her nether regions also lay defenseless. Soon, she felt a thick cock enter her throbbing pussy as she realized yet another henchman had moved between her legs and mounted her.
The pleasure from the triple onslaught quickly blanked out Power Lass' fragile consciousness and she fell into a constant state of arousal and rapid fire climaxes. "Can't...stop..cumming....I'm..... Doomed," she thought as her rationality faded from view.
Doomed she was, to be a voluptuous fuck toy for the randy henchmen. Power Lass was now in an erotic delusion where her only thought was to satisfy her insatiable sexual desires.
For the next several hours, Power Lass was ravished and degraded in every possible way. As one henchman finished plugging a hole, another quickly took his place. Several of the would-be henchmen accessed the helpless heroine's female attributes over and over again as she sucked and fucked them for hours on end.
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The sun was preparing to break the night sky over Delta City and announce another day as a line of rough looking men piled excitedly out of a nondescript warehouse building in a shady section of town. The happy group laughed and joked with one another as they filed into the dark alley.
"I wish every night was as fun as this one," said a shorter hoodlum to his taller counterpart.
"You know it!" The other man replied giddily, "That was the best $1000 I ever spent."
"I'm ready to take on any superheroine now," exclaimed another muscular thug as he shadowboxed, throwing punches into the air.
"Especially if they fuck like that one!" laughed yet another man as he laughingly high-fived the fellows around him.
Hall looked down with a satisfied nod from the control room as he watched the "trainees" file out of the building and into the fading darkness. After lighting a celebratory cigar, Hall returned once again to count his stack of money, "Not bad for a night's work," he declared. He surveyed the almost empty training room below now populated by only some various active and colorful machines and one well-fucked "superheroine." "Well the game's over," he thought, "I'd better shut down all this equipment or the boss might notice the big electricity bill." With practiced movements, Hall quickly ran down the line of control buttons to shut them all off. Dutifully, the strange glowing machines powered down and slowly retracted into the ceiling, floor and walls from whence they had come.
Then, the female figure, flat on her back, caught his eye on the floor below. "Aw, jeez, I gotta get our stripper back on her feet," he said as he hurried from the control room and down the stairs.
Power Lass opened her eyes to stare up at the silver of the high metallic ceiling. She was only now beginning to regain rational thought from what had seemed like a dream. Slowly, with a groan, she managed to sit up and look down at her abused body. Her huge wobbling tits were blanketed with cum, in fact, her in entire voluptuous body was covered in a thick layer of sticky fluid and semen. She glanced down further at the soreness in her crotch and saw her now well-worn pussy slit was still leaking some of the enormous amounts of cum it had been packed with throughout the night's plugging. "OHHHHHH.....," she groaned, "those guys reamed me good," admitted Power Lass as she tried to rub some of the soreness from her overstretched vaginal lips. "Fortunately, I heal fast," she added as she rubbed her aching jaw and chapped lips, the result of giving out a night of forced fellatios.
"How degrading! That was disgusting! I'm covered in their evil cum and my feet.....uh.......are still stuck to the floor......" she said but then had to admit, "...but I've never had so many orgasms in my life. I lost track of them all--and it's been so long since I was able to climax!"
Power Lass suddenly looked up as she noticed the room's lights flicker as the mechanical noises suddenly stopped. She could see the various machines and devices receding into the walls and ceilings. "I can feel it," said the surprised heroine, "the massive magnetic field is gone.....uhhhh...my powers are slowly returning."
Now, she needed to test her strength. First, she grabbed her left calve then the cum-covered heroine began to pull her left leg up, away from the large goop of adhesive that had it firmly stuck to the floor. With a loud "UHHHHHHHHHH...!!" of strain, her struggle grew stronger and stronger until with a loud sound, like the release of a suction cup, the leg came free. Then she did the same for her other imprisoned leg. Finally, the near naked heroine was able to stand on her own. She looked at her sex toy body with dismay and tried to wipe some of the thick layer of cum off her huge jiggling breasts for dignity's sake.
Looking down at her degraded, spunk-encrusted body, Power Lass had but one immediate thought, "I've got to get out of here before anyone sees me like this." Looking around the momentarily empty room she added, "And before they turn that magnetic field back on and they keep me as a helpless love doll for good!"
Just as Hall came to the bottom of the hideout's stairs he met his out-of-breath partner, Oates, rushing into the building.
Catching his breath, Oates proceeded to unleash an apology that bewildered Hall.
"I'm sorry...huff....it took so long....huff.....I had....huff.....to find the right girl.....huff.....and negotiate for her services....." the short, dark-haired and mustached Oates finally blurted out as he came to as a stop in front of the light-haired Hall, "huff......and get the superheroine costume together...huff."
The confused Hall looked at him like he had just grown a second head. "What are you talking about?" he asked. "The girl was just fine, great in fact. The guys loved her!" he added.
"You mean she's already been here?" asked the bewildered Oates, now totally confused. "But, I just......." his voice trailed off as he went slack-jawed trying to figure out what was going on.
Just then, the back door to the building opened and in walked a voluptuous women wearing an obvious imitation Ms. Americana star-spangled bikini and high heels. She jiggled to a stop in front of the two men and adjusted a brunette wig that covered her dyed-blonde locks underneath. "Sorry I'm late honey," she said looking at Oates and adjusting her bikini strap so that her enormous breasts stayed contained, "that other party ran a little long." She looked at the two dumbstruck henchmen then around the empty room. "Is the party still going on? Can I still entertain that naughty bachelor?" she asked with a giggle.
Hall and Oates looked at each other dumbfounded.
Both men looked at the stripper then glanced sideways through the one-way bulletproof glass at the short-haired blonde now standing naked in the gleaming training room.
"But......if you're.....our stripper," Hall stuttered slowly pointing at the girl in front of them, "Then who is that?" he asked out loud, pointing at the spunk-covered heroine whom the men had raped over and over during the night.
Before anyone could say a word, the voluptuous blonde, nude save for her boots and gloves, crouched then launched herself into the air and through the smashed door she had originally entered.
As the dimwitted Karen Clark, A.K.A. Power Lass, hurtled high above Delta City on her way back to her small apartment, she reflected on her dismal night of crime fighting, "Well that didn't work out like I'd planned," she thought.
"Uh oh, the sun is coming up and I'd better get home before I'm seen like this, how degrading!" She thought looking down at her buxom but nude body. "I'll have to try to remember where that place is," she said glancing behind her, "So that I can return to have my revenge!"
"Or when I'm feeling horny again---that was satisfying!" she admitted with a smile as she flew high above her Delta City home.
-- The End --