The Color Wheel vs. the RRR

           

by

 

64inches

(64inches@hushmail.com)

 

 

DISCLAIMER:

            This is a work of fantasy. Always remember there is a big difference between fantasy and the real world. In this fantasy story, bad things happen to beautiful, huge-breasted women. In the real world, bad things happen to everyone. 

 

 

 

(PART ONE)

 

1. RUDE WELCOME

 

             “Billy Jim! Y’all got that new batch of whores up in the attic tamed yet?” said the gun-toting redneck, a fat slob in camo shorts with a goatee.

 

            “Hell yeah, Jimmy Bill! Them bitches is good an’ barn-washed!” responded the second redneck. This one was skinny as a pole but had the exact same goatee.

 

            “Ah think yuh mean BRAIN-warshed,” said the first hillbilly, scratching his balls.

 

            “That’s whut ah said,” retorted his skinny counterpart, scratching his balls too. “They ain’t gonna squawkin’ no more ‘bout WIMMEN’S RAHTS. All they gonna be thinkin’ about now is getting’ on their knees and suckin’ peckers, just like God intended.”

 

            The two deep-fried Southern hicks took big swigs from their beer bottles, leaning over the railing of the sprawling veranda that overlooked a five-hundred acre private estate surrounded by high-powered electric fences. The two men were supposed to be on guard, but it was getting close to midnight and they weren’t too concerned about intruders.

 

            Especially considering what happened to the LAST super-powered bimbo who came prowling around.

 

            Billy Jim grinned and spat out a huge mouthful of chewing tobacco. The stinky brown blob shot over the railing and sailed down through the darkness into the large, carefully-manicured bushes, fifteen feet down below them.....

 

            ....where it plopped on the ground next to a bright red, spike-heeled, platform-toed boot. 

           

            That red boot belonged to the blonde superheroine called Red Alert, who was crouching silently in the shadowy foliage beneath the veranda. Her flawless cover-girl features were frozen into a stony grimace, while her double-FF boobs threatened to burst right out of their skin-tight red bustier as they billowed out over her taut, bare thighs.

 

            She shot a meaningful glance over at her partner, Green Light.  

 

            Green looked back and nodded without a word. The gorgeous redhead was crouched in the shadows a few feet away. Her huge ivory-white tits were vacuum-sealed into the same type of barely-there, skin-tight costume as her partner, consisting of platform thigh boots, microscopic thong bikini bottoms, skin-tight bustier with matching choker and a series of straps around her thighs and upper arms containing various kinds of tactical gear. The only difference was, her costume was emerald green, making a stunning and sensuous contrast to her big mane of wavy red hair.

 

            Both heroines knew they couldn’t risk being spotted yet. The unsuspecting hick above them had just announced where the kidnapped women were, but Red and Green still had to figure out how the women were being brainwashed, and they wanted to find out who was in charge of the whole operation. And most of all, they had to find their missing partner, Yellow Fever.

 

            The rednecks’ voices drifted down once more to the hidden heroines. “You got that raht, Billy Jim!” said the fat one. “We’s about to take this country BACK! Men’s gonna be MEN again, and wimmen’s goin’ back to what they was made for—suckin’ dick and makin’ sammiches, just like the Bible says!! WOO HOO!!!

 

            Red and Green traded another look. They had definitely found the right place.

 

            Over the past few months, a multitude of liberal feminist women had disappeared without a trace – politicians, reporters, academics, celebrities – only to re-appear a week or so later with completely different political views. A powerful feminist lawyer came back from a planned vacation and suddenly declared that men were the real victims of sexism. A well-known female politician from California vanished for a week, and when she came back she announced she was leaving politics because “the best way for a woman to serve her country was to serve her husband.” A famous liberal actress disappeared one day only to turn up two weeks later working as a pole dancer in a Hollywood strip club.

           

            There were dozens of stories like this. But the strangest part was, all the women seemed perfectly content with their new lives. Since they never complained (and their husbands never complained) and there was no sign of foul play, the police weren’t interested.

 

            But the superheroines of the Color Wheel weren’t fooled so easily. They suspected the involvement of a fringe group of men’s rights activists called the Right’s Right Rights. What they couldn’t understand was how a tiny group of homegrown zealots could be brainwashing dozens of brilliant young women all across the country.

 

            The first superheroine to track them down was the ebony avenger, Yellow Fever. Then she disappeared too.

 

            Above them, the skinny redneck started talking again. “All raht JB, let’s git back inside ‘fore the show starts. Ah been waitin’ a long time to see that big-titted negress get what’s comin’ to her.”

 

            Red and Green swapped another look, this time of surprise. They could only be talking about Yellow Fever! The two crouching babes shuddered, imagining what diabolical fate these woman-hating psychopaths had dreamed up for their sexy, full-figured African-American comrade. They had to find a way inside and save her.

 

            “Ah’ll be raht thar, BJ. Ah jus’ need ta take care a’ suhm business first.” The heavy-framed, intellectually-challenged hick clomped in his big boots to end of the porch, standing almost directly over the spot where the titanic-titted twosome were hiding in the dark bushes below.

 

            The women froze again, two sets of huge knockers spilling out like beanbags over their knees, their beautiful faces motionless as if carved from priceless, flawless marble. Had they been spotted?

           

            They heard the sound of a zipper and some shuffling of cloth. The hidden heroines traded a quizzical look. The redheaded Green Light squinted her eyes and peered upwards, trying to see what the hillbilly thug was doing.

           

            Just then a hot, powerful stream of piss blasted her directly between her eyes. The acrid urine splashed and splattered against her face, pouring down over her high cheekbones and her full red lips, completely drenching her perfect features.

 

            The fiery-tempered redhead was outraged and totally disgusted, but she knew it was still too risky to move or make any sounds. She would just have to remain still and endure her unexpected golden shower.

 

            The piss bath seemed to last forever, cascading down from the top of her head, where it soaked her lustrous red locks, flowing down over her face, and then dripping down onto her humungous tits, where the different streams of piss collected like a river in her cleavage and continued their journey down over her taut belly, over her barely-covered crotch and finally pooled on the ground between her platform boots.

 

            How long can one man possibly piss??, she wondered.

 

            Two and half minutes later, when the pee stream FINALLY abated, the angry, pee-soaked heroine glanced at her blonde partner. Red Alert grinned mischievously, barely able to contain a roguish snicker. Green narrowed her eyes.

 

            Right then a fast-moving blob of chewing tobacco sailed down and smacked wetly against the beautiful blonde’s snickering face. *SPLAT!*

 

            Now it was Green’s turn to smirk.

 

 

2. WE FOUND THE GIRLS, AND THE GIRLS ARE US.

 

            Five minutes later, the stealthy superbabes were scaling the back wall of the mansion, heading toward a small window that had to be the attic.

           

            Red led the way and Green followed her closely up the cable they’d attached to the roof, her plush, full white thighs flexing and unflexing sexily as she climbed. The night had grown cooler, and occasionally a wave of goose-bumps rippled over her exposed flesh, traveling to her nipples which stiffened into hard diamonds under her tight green PVC top.

 

            Right above her, Red’s magnificently shaped ass swayed back and forth with each step. Green had a perfect view of the sweet treasure box up there between her partner’s plush tan thighs, where the bright red PVC thong narrowed to the width of a shoestring, with the two swelling curves of her ass cheeks on either side, then widened again slightly as it came up around the front to cover her enticing camel-toed love mound. 

 

            Green was practically hypnotized by the excellent view she had of her blonde partner’s magical nether region, and the way her taut, tan ass cheeks took turns rising and falling as she climbed, pushing off with her boots against the sheer brick wall. She even fancied she could sniff the fragrance of her blonde partner’s succulent pussy wafting down deliciously into her nostrils.

 

            It had been a while that delicious flavor had filled her mouth. The last time was probably a few months ago, when the BangGang got the drop on them, bound and gagged them and raped them side-by-side for two solid hours. When the miscreant perverts had grown tired of that, they put the sexually spent heroines in a 69 position and tied them tightly together with baling wire, forcing the two women to eat each other out for another hour. Finally the next morning they managed to escape, turning the tables on the miscreant perverts and making sure they were carted off to jail. But Green remembered with great pleasure pushing her tongue between the Red’s moist, well-fucked pussy petals, and slowly drawing it back out covered in her squirting juices, mixed with all the different flavors of her rapists’ cum, and the sensation of Red’s tongue inside her own pussy ----

 

            Red Alert suddenly gasped, breaking Green’s meandering train of thought. “Green, I see Yellow! And the other missing girls too, including..…oh my god.”

 

            “What? What is it?” Green asked, but the big-boobied blonde had already slipped lithely inside the small window, with a flash of cherry red platform boot. Green followed her, slipping her own voluptuous figure effortlessly and gracefully through the open window. Then she gasped too.

 

            There were definitely in the attic. It was a huge, open space with no furniture besides one huge, free-standing screen. An enormous tarp was laid out before the screen, and all the missing girls were sitting or kneeling on the tarp, facing the screen and watching it intently. All of them were also masturbating furiously with  variety of colorful dildos, which were strewn everywhere on the floor. It was a veritable orgy of beautiful women. But that wasn’t the strangest part.

 

            “What....What is going on here?” Green whispered.

           

            Every blonde was dressed like Red Alert, every redhead like Green Light. Every black-haired girl with black hair was wearing Blue Streak’s tiny royal blue thong and halter top. There was a gorgeous black woman dressed like Yellow Jacket. There was a Gold Bug and Silver Bullet and a White Noise.

 

            “They’ve.... they’ve turned these girls into dress-up sex dolls!” Red said incredulously.

 

            “They’ve made a collection of surrogate superheroines! Only now, they’re after the real ones too!”

 

            Nearest to them on the tarp was a sexy woman with shining blue eyes and black hair, who had pulled her tight blue thong aside with one hand and was using the other to push an oversize blue dildo in and out of her pussy. The big fake dick was already wet and shiny with her juices, and she was gasping and groaning like a bitch in heat. But her gaze was still fixed on the screen. 

 

             Green put a hand to her mouth in shock. “Oh my god. It’s pop sensation, Katy Purry! I thought she was on tour in Europe!”

           

            Hearing her name, the beautiful, raven-haired starlet smiled up at the incredulous heroines, her big blue eyes sparkling. “I’m a penis home!” she suddenly chirped.

 

            Red and Green turned to her in confusion. “What?”

 

            “All power comes from the penis, and that’s why God gave them to men!” she explained cheerfully, her shapely boobs heaving in her skin-tight blue micro-top.

 

            Red and Green were horrified. “Is this some kind of sick joke?”

 

            “Don’t worry! God gave us a purpose too! We’re penis homes! That’s why we exist!”

 

            “Katy – er, Ms. Purry, please listen to me,” Green implored, unconsciously glancing down at the starlet’s substantial, fleshy knockers, squeezed together and pushed out as if on a platter by a tiny pair of blue bra cups that strained just to keep her large aureoles covered. It looked like a delicious double-boob sundae.  “Katy, you’re SO MUCH more than a penis home! You’re an inspiration for millions of young girls! Your songs have empowered women everywhere! You’re.... you’re a feminist icon!”

 

            The singer pulled a face. “Feminism? BLEECCHH!!!” she said, making a gagging gesture with her finger to her mouth. “No, I’m definitely a penis home,” she said decisively. Then she went back to masturbating.

 

            The girls followed the beautiful singer’s gaze up to the big monitor, finally taking note of the man talking and gesturing on screen. They recognized him as Mark Dismall, a very famous televangelist with ultra-conservative views. His chubby face filled the screen, pontificating about the role of women in society. “Genesis 3:16 says the man is to rule over the woman. Woman was made from a man’s rib. Therefore she is nothing without him, and every day she should be thankful to him, and strive to serve him in all ways.”

 

            The screen flashed a series of different images of women serving men: a sexy brunette in a maid’s outfit and heels was busily dusting and vacuuming; a busty blonde wearing nothing but an apron was cooking dinner and setting it in front of a man. Then she got on her knees beside him and looked at him adoringly, as if waiting for instructions.

 

            “Most importantly of all, the woman is a home for his penis. That is her central purpose in life and the reason for her existence, and I challenge each and every one of you to provide a home for as many penises as you possibly can, every single day. Then you will find true contentment in the Lord’s sight,” he said. A series of intensely pornographic scenes followed, showing women being fucked in every position imaginable, by two or three men at once, sometimes more, and each woman with an expression of absolute bliss.

 

            Mark Dismall’s chubby reappeared, filling the screen with a hypnotic gaze. “The feminist movement has been corrupting the brains of America’s youth and promoting the goals of the Evil One. Truly, if a woman is free to have an abortion, then a man is free to use his superior strength to force himself on a woman. Abortion is the murder of an innocent baby, while rape is simply man taking what already belongs to him anyway. Remember, if you don’t struggle, you won’t get hurt. You must never struggle against a man.”

 

            From frothy, sputtering lips he spewed his toxic screed. All the girls nodded breathlessly, rubbing their pussies and squeezing their plump breasts. Red and Green gaped, hands over their mouths in horror, unable to believe what they were seeing and hearing.

 

            “The video…..it must be the source of the brainwashing! But how is that possible?” Green poked around the monitor as Red explored the room, her eye caught by a stack of boxes full of red pills on the floor by the window. “Hey Green, look at these....”

           

            Just then the sleuthing women heard voices approaching from the hallway outside. “Right this way, Senator,” they heard, and the doorknob began to turn.

 

            The buxom duo gasped in unison. Green spun around to find her partner already halfway out the window, beckoning her to follow. Green shook her head. No time. There was only one way to hide.

 

             She grabbed a huge pink dildo and dropped to her knees beside Katy Purry. In a split second she had pulled her green thong to one side and shoved the hard rubber dong halfway up her slit.

 

            The moan that followed came naturally.

 

           

3. BACKSTAGE ACCESS / RIGHT THIS WAY, SENATOR

 

            “If you’ll just follow me right in here, Senator. As mentioned before, your contributions to the organization have been invaluable to our project. That’s why we wanted you to have this little backstage tour of our operation.”

 

            “Hell, it’s my pleasure. You clever bastards are certainly taking this country back from the women and the queers and the liberals. Every red-blooded man worthy of his dick owes you an eternal debt of gratitude.” 

 

            Green recognized both men instantly as they entered. The younger man was a notoriously slimy talk show host named Sean Blabberty, while the older man was a well-known U.S. Senator, a belligerent old scandal-monger with a long and checkered history of sexual harassment and statements denigrating women. He had already traded in three wives for younger models, and had been caught on camera patting a sexy foreign diplomat on the ass. But somehow the old pervert kept getting elected on a platform of family values.

 

            The old man ambled forward, sizing up every girl like a factory owner looking down the assembly line. He bent over to look at them closely, sometimes stroking a cheek with his withered old hand, or reaching down to squeeze a plump boob as if testing a melon in the supermarket. None of the girls protested of course.

           

            “Ho-lee shit. I do believe, this is the hottest batch yet,” he said approvingly, soaking in the vision of a dozen beautiful, moaning, brainwashed celebrity women humping their dildos in preparation for their upcoming Republican orgy. “Holy shit,” he said suddenly, pausing directly over Green. “Is that who I think it is?”

 

            Her heart skipped a beat. Had she been made?

 

            “In all her buxom glory, Senator. Katy Purry herself.”

 

            “Well I’ll be a goddamned son of a goat,” said the Senator, walking up to the gorgeous dark-haired starlet and grabbing her chin between his thumb and fingers. Katy was still grinning bimbo-style and had by now gotten most of her left hand into her sopping wet pussy.

 

            The Senator fished his dick out, a surprisingly sizeable tool for such a shriveled old man, and tapped Katy Purry between the eyes with it. “My granddaughter loves this dumb slut’s music. Makes me want to blow my brains out. You don’t mind if I take a little.... sampler before the main event, do you?”

 

            “Be my guest, senator,” said the first man graciously.

 

            What filthy, disgusting men, thought Green. It was going to be such a pleasure to run this whole operation into the ground, and put all these men where they belong – behind bars.

           

             “That’s right, you goddamned slut. Swallow Daddy’s pussy-plunger. Ahhhhhh yeah.” Katy offered no objection as her red-lipped mouth was stuffed with the Senator’s fat cock. It gradually hardened as she worked her lips and tongue around it obediently.

 

            “So how do you get them so docile anyway?” the Senator asked, putting both hands on Katy’s head and beginning a nice hard face-fucking rhythm. Her dangling earrings were just a blur of motion. 

 

            “Our science nerds down in the basement lab invented a pill. We call it Wipeout. Kind of empties out their minds, you know, and then we get to fill it up with whatever we want. Fox News does the rest.”

 

            “Yeah, I bet you fill ‘em up alright!” said the delighted Senator, forcing his dick to the hilt into the gagging starlet’s oral cavity and holding it. Her eyes bugged out and she started slapping at his thighs, as long ropes of drool dangled down onto her cleavage. “Hey, who’s this big-titted redhead sitting next to her?”

 

            Green’s heart skipped a beat, even as she kept working her dildo in and out of her pussy.

 

            Sean Blabberty consulted a clipboard, and flipped through several pages. “She’s…er.... I’m not finding her in the roster.”

           

            “I’m a penis home!” Green suddenly chirped, hoping to distract him.

 

            “You sure are, darlin’,” said the Senator, reaching over to pat her on the head. “Look, pard, forget about the stupid roster. Just come on over here and give this fat-titted cow something to suck on.”

 

            “Uh, well, I’m not really supposed to .....”

 

            “Hell, I’m insisting. Look, if your company wants to keep getting my donations, then you’ll get your ass over here right now, and shove some man-meat into this dumb bitch’s mouth.”

 

            “Well how can I argue with that, Senator,” said the sanctimonious talking head, flashing his used-car-salesman smile and putting down his clipboard. Green mentally breathed a sigh of relief. She never thought being forced to suck dick would make her so happy.

 

            Blabberty pulled out his dick, another big flesh-pipe that quickly hardened to point directly at Green’s face. He laced his grubby hands into her hair, and then plunged his duck into her sensual oral orifice. “Mmffgh!” she whimpered involuntarily.

 

            “You gotta admit, with those huge knockers this red-headed cow looks exactly like the real thing. Even the costume looks authentic.”

 

            The aged senator extracted his raging hard-on and dunked it into the mouth of the brainwashed pop singer Katy Purry, who passionately threw herself into the job with moans and loud slurps. “I’m guessing there won’t be any more of your stupid little girl-power anthems, huh?”

 

            He laced his fingers through her black hair, clenched them into fists to get a good tight grip, and then started vigorously skull-fucking the beautiful starlet. “It’s time all you and all your stupid, slutty little rape-bait fans started learning your place in the world,” he said, yanking her forward by the hair until he was buried balls-deep into the sexy singer’s wet mouth.

 

            Katy Purry gasped and choked and slobbered all over the senator’s throat-plunging cock, but she never raised the slightest protest. She was even trying to maintain eye contact and smile up at him, as the dirty old pervert humped the starlet’s face like a junkyard dog, his shriveled old balls slapping hard against her chin.           

 

            Sean Blabberty began a similar rhythm with Green, and soon the two old conservative perverts were standing side by side, pants at their ankles, vigorously skull-fucking their chosen cum receptacles. 

 

            “Hot damn, there’s no feeling in the world quite like slamming your dick balls-deep into some dumb bitch’s pretty mouth. And this trollop knows her way around a dick, no doubt about it!”

 

            “Senator, if that were any righter, we’d have to add another Right to our stationary,” said the governor.

 

            As disgusted as she was to be orally servicing such a despicable man, Green knew she would just have to endure the rough mouth-raping. They two men had already revealed where the pills were made. But she had to find out where they were keeping Yellow and most important, who was behind the whole operation. Green knew in her heart that choking on this sexist creep’s smelly cock was a small price to pay if it meant other women would be spared such a fate in the future.

 

            So she let the oaf’s putrid pecker plow in and out of her kisser, just like her pop idol Katy Purry was doing right beside her. The decrepit Senator hurled more insults at Katy and then gripped her black hair tighter than ever, slamming her face down on his dick and grinding her nose into his silvery public hair as hard as he could, before he finally exploded into her mouth.

 

            “Now you’re gonna hear ME roar, BITCH! YYYEEAHHHHHH!!” the geezer exclaimed as he came, emptying his balls down the much younger woman’s gullet. His dick was so far down her throat that most of it shot right into her belly without being swallowed. Her big blue eyes, which had never broken eye contact with him, began to water as he ejaculated for a full minute, his eyes rolled back in ectasy. “AHH SHIT YEAHH!!! TAKE IT ALL YOU HOT FUCKIN’ CUNT!!!!!”

 

            He used Katy’s hair to wipe off his spent, exhausted cock, and said, “Holy shitballs, son, I haven’t blown a load like that in ages. You can certainly count on my annual contribution. In fact, let’s double it this year, and I know plenty of other senators who would do the same. The work you brave men are doing is just too valuable not to be supported in every way possible.”

 

            “Why, thank you, Senator,” said the slimy TV host, still thrusting in and out of Green’s mouth. She was having trouble making the same delighted, orgasmic face that Katy Purry had, but at least she kept herself from gagging.

 

            “I love how you’ve got these dumb sluts dressed up like superheroines, by the way. But what about the real ones – I’ve heard those meddlesome, big-titted super-whores have been snooping around. Are you prepared to deal with them?”

 

            “Deal with them? Hell, Senator, we’ve already caught one! The big-titted black cocksucker in yellow came prowling around last week. Ever seen her before? Titties like watermelons, and a big sexy black-girl ass to boot. She’s a piece of work. In fact we’ll be dragging her out tonight as a demonstration of what happens when these super-bitches try to fuck with us.”

 

            This news came like a jolt, almost making Green forget to keep her tongue swirling around the redneck’s foul cock. He rapped her on the head with his knuckles. “Hey, keep suckin’ slut. I ain’t got all day. Mmmm.....That’s right, dollface. Now don’t forget the balls, honey.”

 

            Green cringed and flushed with humiliation, but took each ball into her mouth without complaint and sucked until cock and balls were all slick and shiny with her saliva, hoping the sexist creep would spill some more information about her partner.

 

            “Have you got her brainwashed?” asked the Senator, tucking his satisfied dick back in his pants. Katy Purry made a sad, pouty face as it disappeared from view.   

 

            “Shit, no. We want that fuckin’ bitch to remember this night forever,” Blabberty said, working his cock in and out of Green’s talented mouth. His bloated, smelly cock and fat, hairy stomach was her whole world now.  “We’re gonna teach that interfering bitch a lesson she’ll never forget.”

 

            With that he used his grip to start forcing Green’s red-crowned head up and down over his cock fast and hard, practically skull-fucking the helpless heroine. “Ggghhnkkk…Mffghh!!!” she sputtered miserably. It was everything she could do to keep from breaking him in half with one hand.

 

            Then he tensed up and thick, copious amounts of semen began shooting down her throat. Before she even knew what was happening, she had already swallowed down two mouthfuls, the slippery blobs of semen sliding down her throat like oysters. *GLUB, GLUB!!*

 

            The gorgeous redhead superheroine drank from Sean Blabberty’s cock until it was completely drained dry. Then he patted her on cheek and once more flased that revolting, sleazy smile.

 

             “All right girls, stand up and get in line. It’s showtime.”