A HERO COMES TO DELTA CITY PART 3:  THE LAIR

By Violator

Our Story Thus Far:  Star God, a mighty and well-hung superhero, has come to Delta City to try to score some superheroine ass.  Unfortunately, he learned too late that the first group of ‘heroines’ he tried to hit on were actually villainesses in disguise.  The wicked cackling beauties now have him naked, depowered, and in their clutches.  What more lies in store for our intrepid Hero as they take him down into… their lair?

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The elevator was so tiny that, with all of their buxom bodies crammed inside, the villainess’s  bra-clad breasts almost made a solid shelf at chest level.  Despite his difficulties the hero for a moment could not help but gape down in awe at the sea of cleavage arrayed before him, jiggling and jostling together, the sides of their huge tits bouncing and rubbing against one another as the elevator trundled downwards.

But the elevator car was not the only thing descending.  Concealed beneath their wall of breasts, the villainess’s evil hands could not resist temptation.  Simultaneously, almost every last one of them converged upon the hero’s trapped and naked penis.   A traffic jam of slender fingers ensued as every last one of them tried to grope, squeeze, and pinch a different part of his helpless cock at once.

“Oh!  FUCK!” the mighty hero yelped, his titanically muscular body shivering, as their sharp nails and appreciative fingertips swarmed over his sensitive length.

His only clue as to whose fingers were whose amidst the swarm, and beneath the shelf of sloshing breasts, was the motion of their lips as each got her turn stroking her fingertips over her personal favorite part of their heroic prisoner.

“God… damn!” Nightmare Witch purred, her sultry lips twisting into a huge smile, as she twisted her fingers around his giant cock-head and felt his enormous girth.

“Oooh!” Menace Mayhem purred, as she stroked a single finger up and down one side of his trapped shaft.

“So long!” Mischief Mayhem said, doing the same on the other side of his penis.

“Ooooh!” Dragon Queen purred, as her sharp long-nailed fingers stroked around his tender scrotum and marveled at his giant size.  She licked her lips, her almond-shaped eyes flashing, as she imagined what she could do in her laboratory with so much stolen super-hero seed.

Finally after a long long ride – in which each villainess’s fingers had imitated the elevator itself in taking at least one long long trip up and down his towering shaft – the car clunked to a halt.  The doors slid open to reveal the sleek high-tech corridors of the villainess’s secret underground lair.

“Oh… fuck…” Star God whispered, as he finally realized the depth of the trap he had swaggered his way into.  Then his lips twisted into a defiant snarl.  “What… what do you bitches want from me?!” he demanded, in a booming growl.

“You’ll see,” Dragon Queen cooed.  

Sliding her own fingers up along his cock, she wrapped them tight around him just beneath the crest of his glans.  Then she strutted out into the base, her rounded ass swaying tauntingly before him beneath the short hem of her qipao.  Her fingers could not close all the way around his thickness.  Nevertheless, the press of her sharp nails into his tender skin forced the hero, despite his growls of fury, to yelp and then stumble forward obediently… letting her lead him by his giant sensitive leash deeper into their domain. The other villainess followed, eagerly, cackling, and delivering encouraging swats to his ass, his thighs, and his giant yet helplessly bound and bulging biceps, to make sure he kept moving.

 “What… whatever you have planned,” Star God hissed, as he was led forth, hobbling, and surrounded by their gorgeous evil leers, “you’ll never get away with it, you… you evil SLUTS!”

The wicked ladies merely laughed.

“I’d be careful with those sexist insults if I were you,” Esha cooed.  Reaching up between his thighs, she gave him a corrective squeeze on his giant dangling balls.  Star God hissed, his square jaw quivering… but said nothing in return.

“As for what we’re going to do with you…” Nightmare Witch purred.

“Why… Whatever we want, of course!” Ilsa laughed.  Reaching down she got a lingering, sampling squeeze of his muscular buttock.

“Oh!  You evil Nazi tramp!” he howled.

At his insult, the Mayhem Twins, strutting alongside him, merely smirked.

“Stupid male, only thinking with his dick,” Mischief said, stroking his bicep.

“Just like all the others…” Menace purred.  Hands on her hips, she smirked and admired the view, as her voluptuous body strutted on alongside his.

Star God’s jaw dropped.  Trapped in Dragon Queen’s clutching palm, his long dick suddenly twitched with fresh horror.  “What… what others?” he asked.

All of the ladies chuckled, and smirked.

“Are you even stupider than you look?” Thorny Rose cooed – while looking down at his abs and his giant balls, admiring what the hero possessed instead of brains.  “Did you really think you were the first hero to think of coming to Delta City and saving all its bikini-clad heroines from their horny libidos with your cock?  Did you really think this city was free of other heroes competing for that sweet scantily-clad super-ass… just because?”

Reaching down, while Dragon Queen’s long-nailed fingers remained wrapped tightly around the hero’s tender cock-head, tugging him  forward, the former bartender smirked as she placed a finger to the underside of his long helpless cock and ran it teasingly back and forth – caressing with relish across the enormous veins that snaked up and down his mighty shaft.

Miles stared at her in horror from behind his golden mask – even as his penis twitched helplessly with delight beneath her stroking fingertip.

“Y-yes?” he said, in a small voice.

At this, all the villainesses laughed.

“Stupid male!” Menace Mayhem cooed.  Ducking a hand in, she gave one of his giant balls a squeeze.

“What an idiot!” Mischief Mayhem cackled.  Reaching in, she delivered a sharp swat of her finger to his other helpless ball.

Recovering from her laughter, Dragon Queen gave the hero an amused smirk back over her shoulder – even as she continued to tug him forward by the hand wrapped tightly just beneath the tender protruding head of his gigantic penis.  

“It is true,” the evil geneticist admitted up to him, “that for whatever reason heroes with your particular… gift, are much rare than villains.”

Extending a finger, she stroked it with relish up and down the veiny underside of his immense captured cock - as if to make very clear what sort of ‘gift’ she was referring to.

“But whenever they do emerge,” Ilsa purred, “they always come to Delta City sooner rather than later.  And, in doing so - right into our clutches!”

“But if you don’t believe us,” Esha purred, “then don’t take our word for it.  Have a look at the fruits of our past victories!”  With one more rolling step of her curvy hips, Dragon Queen tugged him forward into a T-shaped intersection of two connecting corridors.  There Esha strutted forward and, coming to rest beside a large glowing trophy-case at the junction of the two corridors, turned and gestured up and down it with a huge smile on her lips, like a game show hostess showing off the prize package.

Miles’ jaw dropped, and his stomach suddenly churned - as he beheld what was in the case.  Within were numerous little glass alcoves, well lit - about two dozen in all.  Each and every one of the compartments - with just a couple ominously-waiting empties to spare - contained a super-humanly gigantic dick like his.  Each was propped up on its own little plexiglass display stand, with its giant hairy balls hanging down in back, and its enormous vagina-demolishing shaft arcing up proudly yet uselessly towards the sky.  The smallest of them was still well over a foot in length.  The largest exceeded even him.  

As if to confirm their origins, many of the super-dudes the severed cocks had been harvested from had been vain enough to have their logos or codenames tattooed upon their long shafts.  Even those whose hadn’t had their identities made crystal clear, by the little pair of super-hero briefs that had been hung up behind them.  In many cases the severed cocks were also accompanied by their proud heroic owner’s mask, power source, or custom trademark weapon, propped up beneath them - just to rub it in.

Despite their severed status, each of the captured hero cocks seemed to twitch and pulse at full and eager extension – as if continuously pleading for a villainesses’ indulgently stroking finger to please it – as they waited patiently and eternally within the glowing case.

“H-holy SHIT!” Star God gasped.  He gaped in horror..

He had always known, of course, that very few other heroes were as hung as him – given that just about every last one of them strutted about in a pair of speedos all day.  Like many blessed men, Miles had never stopped to question why this was the case – he had simply taken for granted he was God's sole gift to women and acted accordingly.  It had never occurred to him that there might be so few equally well-hung heroes as himself around because something out there might consider the swollen contents of his speedos as just as much of a target to be preyed on as he regarded a voluptuous and scantily-clad piece of super-heroine ass..

“Sh-shit…” Star God hissed, staring at the case in shock.  Then, a few moments later, his brain refused to accept it.  His square-jawed face twisted into a snarl.  “Those… those aren’t real!” he declared.  “There’s no way so many mighty men could be felled by a pack of sluts like you!”

Esha chuckled.  “We don’t have to defeat their muscles, numbnuts,,” she said, stroking a single finger up and down his bicep, “just their brains… and given the sizes printed on our bras that’s never been a problem.  You obviously included!”  She withdrew her finger from him with a parting flick, and put her hands on her hips.  “Alright girls,” she said.  “Let’s get our latest steer moving, we don't have all night to let him gawk."

With a few cackles and swats to his bottom, the villainesses did as she said.  Star God gritted his teeth and snarled with anger… but as Dragon Queen once more strutted forward, he had no choice but to obediently stumble off after her, tugged along by his long flesh-leash.  

They led him down one long steel corridor and then another, giggling, free hands occasionally reaching down to give him an encouraging swat on his ass.  Super-briefs wrapped around his booted ankles, Miles had no choice but to go mincingly where he was led.  Finally, they led him into a long steel room.  Thick windows stretched down one side.  At the far end of the room a steel bed waited, inclined at a steep angle, fitted with ample straps to hold down whoever was laid upon it.

“Welcome to our pleasure chamber, male,” Nightmare Witch purred, as Star God gaped at the waiting bed in horror.  “Our pleasure, not yours,” she specified.  “Though by the time we’re done with you, I suspect you’ll enjoy everything we do to you…” she purred.  Reaching down, she took a turn taking command of the hero’s long helpless cock.

“N-never!” Star God insisted – even as his giant dick throbbed with delight inside her long-nailed fingers.

“We’ll see!” the villainesses laughed.  Then, cackling, they led the mighty hero forward.  He struggled – somewhat.  But as soon as the wiggling of his huge muscles started to be too much for them to handle, a slender hand alighted on his giant balls and, with a tight threatening squeeze, rendered the gasping golden-masked hero docile and tame once more.  

Corrected by the fingers stroking his nuts, he ultimately did not resist in the slightest as the swarm of female hands whirled him about, and slammed his enormously muscular yet helpless body down upon the cold steel bed.  Their fingers swirled feverishly across his flesh, and in no time he was bound firmly to its surface.  His shoulders were pinned back by straps pulled up from beneath his arms, leaving his cuffed wrists trapped beneath him.  Tugging his little briefs off his right boot but leaving them dangling from the other, with another threatening squeeze, nails-out, onto his shaft they forced him to let them spread his legs wide, and then bound his ankles firmly to the base of the inclined bed.  Meanwhile another strap was drawn up over the adam’s apple of his thick and rippling neck, and another over his waist.

Soon, despite all the many many hours he had spent slamming weights at the gym, the hulkingly muscular male was as helpless amidst the swarm of voluptuous scantily-clad beauties as a newborn babe would be in the arms of a false and scheming, if comfortingly huge-chested, mother.

“What… what do you want with me?” the mighty hero hissed, as he stared up past a sea of giant sloshing tits to the lovely beauties’ smirking faces.  It was a scene that normally would have thrilled him… and still did, deep down, if the eager throbbing of his huge dick was any indication.

“It’s not what we want with you that you should be concerned about,” Esha cooed.  One hand on her buxom French-bikini-clad hip, she smirked down at him – her free hand stroking a single finger up and down his twitching cock.  “It’s what we want out of you.”  Behind her, the Mayhem twins opened up a steel cabinet, and wheeled out a fiendish-looking machine.  “Though if your past behavior is any indication,” Esha purred, tickling her long-nailed finger teasingly at the underside of his giant cock-head, “it’s not something you have ever been reluctant to provide to any woman who expressed the slightest interest in receiving it… and probably plenty more who didn't.”

“Ohhh… fuck!” Star God yelped, as he finally got a good look at the fiendish contraption the buxom Twins were pushing forward – their voluptuous thong-clad hips lifted high and rolling deliciously as their long sleek legs pushed.

It was a milking machine.  But not a normal one.  A single long clear hose snaked from the business end of the machine – ending in a long glass cup, almost a foot long, with a tight rubber seal about the base.  It was obvious that milk was not what the machine was designed to extract.  And though well cared for, a few stains here and there seemed to reveal that he was not the first well-endowed stud upon whom it had been used.

“H-holy shit!” he hissed, staring at the horrific contraption in disbelief.

“Aww, don’t be like that,” Esha purred, as she picked up the business end of the hose, and raised it up to his dick.  Wrapping her other hand around the base of his giant shaft, she smirked into his face.  “After all,” she purred, pressing the base of the cup to him and rolling it teasingly around his tip, “isn’t a good long suck what you came to Delta City to receive?”

Star God grit his teeth, within his square-jawed face, and stared at the cup rolling about his giant tip in horror.  “You… you evil bitch!” he finally managed to spit out, through his grit teeth.

This just brought another peal of high-pitched, delighted laughter from the evil, large-breasted beauties.  Then, a huge smirk upon her full red lips, Esha slipped the cup down until it entirely encased his tender cock-head.  Reaching down – her insane body bending low behind him in its tiny bikini, and in the process making his huge dick twitch with pleasure despite itself – she switched it on.

“Oh… oh God!” Star God yelped as, with a roar, the machine started to suck.  Pulling at his dick, it sank lower and lower down his shaft.  Free air, leaking in around the cup, rippled up his veiny flesh to roar away down the hose.  Then, finally, the giant cup sank down to the widest point of his giant shaft and made a solid seal.  “Ohhh GODDD!” Star God yelled, as the suction soared up immensely, tugging and jerking at his trapped and helpless dick.

Standing back up the villainesses laughed, and watched, their eyes glittering evilly.  The proud hero howled, and bellowed, and yelled.  His mighty muscular body jerked and thrashed against his bonds, uselessly.  The fiendish device sucked and sucked at his dick, with industrial force.

“He’s fighting it,” an evil voice cooed.  He had lost the ability to distinguish whose was whose – not that he’d paid much attention to begin with – under his own bellows.  "He really shouldn't... but I guess he can't help himself."

“Poor little baby,” another evil voice purred.

“Let’s help him…” a third voice giggled.

Still struggling and groaning with the inhuman suction tearing at his dick, Star God suddenly gasped in shock as two gigantic pairs of breasts descended into his field of view – one from either side – accompanied by smirking pairs of full red lips just above them.  Chuckling throatily, Esha and Thorny Rose dropped their giant breasts down, and rubbed them upon his chest.  Despite himself, Star God gaped in awe as their enormous natural jugs rolled and jiggled atop his pecs, their huge bulging fulsomeness straining at the confines of their skimpy bra-cups.

“C’mon,” Thorny Rose cooed, her luscious red lips hovering just beside his left cheek, as she stroked him with her huge tits.

“Come for us,” Esha purred, her own gorgeous lips hovering just beside his right cheek, as her gigantic yet perfectly shapely all-natural pair jiggled back and forth atop his right pec.

Then, with throaty giggles, both villainesses bowed their heads, and pressed twin kisses to his cheeks.  Gaping in awe down into their titanic cleavage, Star God managed just barely not to come at the magic sight – but his huge cock still twitched wildly, his veins pulsing with delight, inside his own straining sucking cup.

But the villainesses were not done with him.  Their huge tits jiggling, Esha and Thorny Rose lifted up and stepped aside – to be replaced moments later by the Mayhem Twins.  Full lips grinning, the voluptuous villainesses lowered their own large breasts down and caressed them upon his chest.  They swirled theirs more widely, caressing them up and down his giant biceps in addition to his naked pecs, while their own lips, smirking, slowly approached the sides of his gasping struggling head.

“Don’t fight it,” Menace cooed, while the tips of her giant tits caressed lightly at his bulging biceps.

“Just give in, and give us your cum,” Mischief purred, while her enormous breasts stroked lightly at the side of his chest.

Then, raising their lips, they each gave him a teasing, nibbling kiss at his ears, just behind his mask.  Star God groaned, and trembled in awe.  A little watery pre-cum leaked from his tip, and went racing away down the hose.  But, though his huge beast twitched with glee, he managed, just barely, to keep from cumming at the stroking of the twins’ tongues around his ears and their tits all over his flesh.

“Ungh…” he groaned.  He tried to keep his gaze out of their giant jiggling racks, but failed.  “Ergh…”  His eyes rolled up in his head, as he desperately struggled not to spend.

With a last, smirking lap of their tongues, the Twins withdrew… to be replaced in turn, huge smirks upon their faces, by Dragon Queen and Ilsa.  These two beauties, too proud to tease him with their breasts, instead dropped their heads down and began teasing the hero’s pecs with their tongues.  Meanwhile, herself too proud to pleasure his body at all, Nightmare Witch knelt down between his legs and stroked teasingly at his balls and the exposed lower several inches of his shaft.

“He’s a strong one,” Mischief Mayhem whispered, behind him, in grudging admiration.

“Jock Justice didn’t take half this long,” the other one purred.

“Perhaps,” Esha purred, one hand on her scantily-clad hip.  “But he's still not strong enough.  C’mon, Rose.”

Star God gasped in awe as, Nightmare Witch’s long nails already stroking teasingly at his lower shaft, and Dragon Queen’s and Ilsa’s tongues swirling delightfully around his nipples, Esha and Thorny Rose’s gigantic racks descended once more – to either side of his head.

“C’mon,” Thorny Rose cooed.  Leaning forward, she bathed the left side of the hero’s head in her vast jiggling cleavage.

“Give in,” Esha purred, leaning in to brush her giant tits against his right cheek.  “You know you want to…” she purred.

Star God whimpered.  His eyes blinked, in awe, from amidst a jiggling sea of bra-straining villainess titty, like the luckiest baby on Earth.  Finally, he could not hold out.  With one last brush of each villainess’s warm, soft, gigantic breast-tips against his cheeks, he groaned, and gave in.  “O-okay…” his lips whimpered, moving with effort beneath a ponderous mass of curvy jiggling breast.  Then, eyes rolling up behind their huge jugs, he moaned… and let go.  As their breasts jiggled against him, covering his face almost like pillows trying to smother him, his giant dick twitched wildly… and then finally obediently came, pulsing like a firehose unleashing its payload as it sent a massive geyser of pearly cum spewing up into the waiting machine.

“Ooooh!” the villainesses all cooed.  As one, regardless of their positions around his giant wiggling body, they turned their gorgeous heads and watched in awe as his potent load obediently came spewing forth.  Such was the size of the hero’s enormous discharge, pumping up out of his giant swollen balls, that it overcame the suction of the machine.  In moments the glass tip was entirely filled with slimy fluid.  His giant dick twitched again and again – spewing forth more than enough to keep up with what got sucked away down the pulsing hose.

“Gott… Gott in himmel…” Ilsa whispered, licking her lips in awe.

“What a load…” Esha whispered in awe, even as the hero’s head whimpered softly from beneath her enormous, heavily-jiggling tits.

“He’s giving us twice what Captain Stallion did,” Menace Mayhem cooed, hugging herself tight as she gaped in awe, her giant tits lifting and jiggling spectacularly upon her arms.  “At least!” she added, as the hero’s huge cock continued to spew and spew.

But, even if it briefly seemed like it to the light-headed villainesses, the volume of cum flowing out of the hero’s huge balls was not infinite.  At last, his spewing load began to slacken, and wane.  Catching up, the long clear hose filled up and jerked back and forth wildly as it sucked and sucked.  The milking machine gradually drained the cup clean, and kept on sucking – as his giant dick, having fully shot its load, gradually became limp.

Along the side of the machine lay a miniature bottling plant, complete with a little conveyor belt.  As the machine worked and worked, the first fresh load of potent hero seed shot down into a waiting glass bottle, until it was filled to the brim.  Stamping down, the machine sealed the bottle up, then jerked it aside upon the belt, bringing a new bottle into line beneath the nozzle and moving the full one down the line.  Over and over it spewed, filling one bottle after another, as the villainesses stood about, licking their lips and watching in awe.  As each filled bottle passed out of the machine, a label maker slapped down, leaving it emblazoned with the words ‘Star God’ upon it, in large clear letters over the swirling pearly slime.  At last, having filled nearly a half-dozen bottles, there was only enough to fill the last one halfway.  Without capping it, the machine spat the last half-finished bottle out.  Smirking with relish Esha strutted over, her buxom hips rolling beneath her tiny black panties, bent down low, and picked it up.

Meanwhile, Star God groaned, as the hungry machine continued to suck and suck at his increasingly limp and flaccid dick.  Finally, having been milked of every last ounce of its load, his big dick grew thin enough that the machine could no longer make a solid seal.  With a last roar, and a last groan from the trembling hero, it slurped down his wiggling shaft, and tumbled down onto the floor.  Grinning, Ilsa leaned down, and switched the machine back off.

Smirking evilly, holding the half-filled bottle, Esha strutted up to stand beside the spent and groaning hero.  Huge smiles on their faces, the rest of the buxom villainesses did the same, until they stood in a circle around him, leering down into his face.  Groaning, Star God lay spent, his body limp and helpless in its bonds.  Though, even in his refractory period, he could not help casting his eyes around the incredible array of buxom, fertile, skimpy-bikini-bottom-clad hips surrounding him, and gaping in momentary awe.

With a big smile on her lips, Esha dipped a finger down into the bottle, and pulled it back out.  It emerged, coated in his drooling potent slime.  She held it up halfway between his face and hers, and let the groaning, blearily-blinking hero get a good look.

“What we have here is gen-uine super-hero cum... white gold!” she purred, in an affected Texas accent

“Do you know how much this stuff fetches on the black market?” Menace Mayhem cooed.  Hands rubbing with vicious glee up and down her own voluptuous, scantily-clad hips, her eyes twinkled viciously.  “Illegal labs and Chinese medicine smugglers will pay a fortune for just one ounce of super-stud genes."

"And thanks to these bad boys we have tons!” Mischief Mayhem chirped.  Reaching down, she gave his huge limp balls a teasing squeeze with her hand.  Star God groaned, as his sore, achingly-empty yet still titanic nuts got tugged and played with shamelessly by her exultant fingers.

“Not to mention what all your fat ugly American fan-girls will pay for it!” Ilsa purred.  Raising a finger to her lips, she smiled.  "I might be ready for a few trailer-park paternity suits, if I were you," she cooed naughtily.  Beneath her, still lying bound and spent, Star God groaned in fresh horror.

“But we don’t care the tiniest shit about that!” Nightmare Witch cackled.  As one, at the hero’s imagined plight, the villainesses threw their lovely heads back and let out a long, simultaneous laugh.

“Oh…” Star God hissed, wiggling helplessly beneath them.  Slowly, recovering from the sexual exhaustion their dick-milking had left him with, his lips twisted into a snarl.  “Oh, you filthy fucking BITCHES!” he hissed, his voice rising into a growl.

But rather than dismay, at the sight of the hero’s recovering spirit the villainesses grinned, their eyes sparkling with pleasure.

“It seems our big boy is recovering,” Thorny Rose cooed, dropping a single finger down to caress teasingly across his powerful sweaty chest, even as he growled up at her threateningly from beneath his mask.

“Just not where it counts,” Dragon Queen pouted, turning her head to gaze with displeasure upon the long but pathetically limp cock dangling down between his legs.

“Do not worry,” Ilsa purred.  Turning, she strutted up to another metal cabinet.  “As always I have the solution for that.”  Opening a drawer, she pulled out an enormous hypodermic needle.  Grinning, she came sauntering back over until she once more stood over the chained and helpless hero.

Star God gaped up at the huge needle.  “What… what is that for you… you Nazi slut?” he demanded.

“Something to improve your performance,” the blonde villainess cooed, - as, smirking, she slowly dropped the needle down toward his naked dick.

“Like… like Viagra?” he asked, watching in horror as the tip of the needle grew closer and closer to his tender dangling shaft.

“Sort of,” the Aryan villainess purred.  Her smirk broadened.  “If Viagra was so potent, it caused nine out of our ten strongest soldiers to experience catastrophic failures when we tested it…”

“C-catastrophic failure?” he asked.

“Their dicks got so big, they exploded,” she said.  Growing wistful, she shook her blonde head.  “As did their balls.  For just a moment,” she said, “we thought we had found a way to make ze Master Race equal at last to the fabled potency of the darker races.  Then… our most hung Aryan specimens suddenly became sad little geldings, fit only for sweeping our floors.”  

Briefly lost as if in fond yet painful memories, Ilsa shook her head and sighed.  

“What a pity...” she said.  Then, a big grin returning to her evil Teutonic lips, she resumed dropping the fiendish needle towards his long, limp, helplessly waiting dick.

"Oh, well!" she cooed.  "You are ze super-hero.  You will be stronger... or so you had better hope!"

“Oh… oh shit..” Star God whimpered.  He watched, in wide eyed and disbelieving horror, as the fateful tip of the needle grew closer and closer to his defenseless veiny shaft.  “No…” he whimpered.  “You can’t t-take that risk with me me!  You… you can’t do this!”  His eyes got bigger than they ever had before, as her needle-tip reached his skin, and pressed lightly into it.  "P-please!" he begged, voice shivering in terror.

“Awww… don’t be scared,” Mischief Mayhem purred.  Looking eagerly down the hero’s helpless muscular body, she stood with her giant tits sloshing back and forth just beside his horrified head.  “I’m sure a big boy like you will be able to take it,” she said.  Reaching down, she stroked him, reassuringly, across his vast muscular shoulder.

But her words and caresses seemed to provide little comfort to the mighty hero.  His lips trembling, he whimpered softly, eyes glued to the needle as it came within an inch of his helpless veiny flesh.

“What’s wrong?” Menace Mayhem asked, standing with her big tits sloshing on the other side of his head.  “You’ve probably injected your chemical code into hundreds of ladies over the years.  Too afraid to take the same treatment?” she cooed – her voluptuous hips squirming with anticipation in their little panties as she stroked her hand with eager relish along his massive shoulder.

“That’s… that’s not the same at all... you... you evil sluts!” Star God hissed, as he watched the long sharp needle get closer and closer.  

At this, all the villainesses tilted their head back, and laughed.

Then, biting her lip in concentration, regardless of the hero’s objections, his whimpers, and the useless wiggling of his muscular body, Ilsa pushed the needle through the loose skin of his shaft, and into the limp spongy tissue of his cock.  Raising up her thumb, she pressed it against the plunger – and then, gasping with pleasure almost as if she were being eaten out, she slowly injected her insidious drug directly into the interior of the hero’s penis.

“Oh fuuuuckkk…” Star God whimpered, staring down in slack-jawed horror as a strange and terrible warmth suddenly swirled through his giant shaft – starting at the pinpricked point of entry, but steadily spreading out to encompass the entirety of his long limp shaft from his tip all the way up to his balls.  Then, having injected a full dose, Ilsa withdrew the needle with a soft little gasp.  Holding the empty needle delicately to one side she stood up over him, and grinned.

“Another strange thing about this medicine,” she said, in her lilting Teutonic accent.  “It gives a man the ability – but he still has to have the desire to use it.”  Her face briefly grew wistful, once more.  “Our gallant men only had too much when I gave them a strip-tease to reward them for their bravery – at Herr Obergruppenfuhrer’s insistence.  As I rubbed my crotch against the pole, theirs all exploded.”  Dropping her eyes and thoughts back onto the hero before her, she smirked.  Reaching down, she stroked teasingly across his belly, just above his twitching cock.  “So, let us see what happens to you!” she cooed.  “If you are not in fact overcome by your desire to fuck us, like a mindless animal – then your precious cock will be safe!” she cackled.

Gritting his teeth, Star God glared down at his twitching dick with fury.  “Of… of course I’m not attracted to you…” he hissed, with rage.  “You’re… you’re evil!” he spat.  “No… no hero could give in to your fetid wiles!”

Above him, the villainesses exchanged naughty, knowing glances.

“But our tits are so biiiig…” Nightmare Witch cooed.  Bending down low over his chest, the smirking villainess reached up both hands and squeezed her titanic breasts together, then shook them back and forth – making them jiggle spectacularly in the hero’s face.

“Uhhh…” Star God gurgled.  He tried, with all his might.  But he could not resist.  Helplessly, as if drawn by the force of a black hole’s gravity, his eyes were dragged over, and stared in awe down the deep quivering chasm the evil sorceress presented between her enormous jostling jugs.  His dick twitched, helplessly.

“And our asses are so rooouunnd…” Esha purred.  Turning around, she lifted her staggeringly voluptuous hips up in front of the hero, and then wiggled her stunningly rounded super-bikini-model bottom back and forth above his chest.  Reaching down, she slipped her thumbs into a tiny hip-strap of her skimpy French-cut bikini panties, stretched them out almost a foot from her flesh, and then let them snap teasingly back into place upon her wiggling ass.  Eyes swinging over helplessly from Nightmare Witch’s boobs, Star God stared at Esha’s bottom, his jaw agape as if mesmerized by its every swaying wiggle.  Between his legs, his long limp cock pulsed – and then slowly rose until it dangled in a long arc instead of hanging straight down.

“And our bodies are so very… fertile…” the Mayhem Twins cooed.  Standing side by side, presented before him between Nightmare Witch’s tits and Esha’s stunning ass, they swayed gracefully, while caressing their hands delicately up and down the flat broad bellies that lay exposed between their bustiers and panties, framed by the incredible swell from their narrow athletic waists down to their round baby-bearing hips.  “Don’t you want to put your seed inside us and knock us all up… hard?” they asked, full red lips cooing softly, as their fingers traced delicately up and down the swooping surfaces of their skimpy matching thongs.

“Urrggh…” Star God gurgled.  He tried desperately to resist – but he could not.  Eyes darting about from one villainess’s supple scantily-clad crotch to the next, he briefly could not help but imagine his gigantic cock lodged up inside each and every one of their gooey cavities – and himself, roaring in animalistic victory, as he filled each and every one of their evil wombs with his triumphant hero seed.

With each wicked vagina he imagined himself conquering, his huge dick twitched – and rose up another inch.  The villainesses cackled – and danced a little more lasciviously for his sinful pleasure.  Star God whimpered – but once more he could not help himself.  No matter where he looked he saw the wiggle of spectacularly rounded ass, or the wobble of a giant pair of tits hanging down in his face, or a luscious pair or red lips gasping upon a gorgeous face as if moments from swallowing his sperm – and his huge cock, pulsing with still greater glee, like the world’s most easily-fooled simpleton, rose up higher upon his loins.

Finally, with a deep groan, he could not help himself.  His giant cock rose up to its full extension once more, towering up from his crotch – and pulsing, naked, amidst the leering beauties as if begging them to do to it what they pleased.  The gorgeous villainesses reached out, one by one, and delivered mocking flicks or pinches to the huge heroic schlong.  Like a stupid puppy, the giant veiny tool took every derisive flick the curvy beauties could deliver to it, ducked down, and then came right back up for more - pulsing eagerly as if begging them for all the torment they could deliver.

Star God gasped in horror, and blushed deeply in humiliation.  True to Ilsa’s words his cock felt more sensitive, and more painfully swollen, than he had ever felt it before.  He gaped at his huge cock-head in disbelief – as he felt and watched it swell just a little bit bigger than it ever had before, like a balloon filled past its limit and about to burst.  He whimpered, as Esha’s long nailed finger descended and traced lightly around his very tip – afraid her sharp painted nail might deliver just the prick he needed to make his over-swollen penis explode, and leave him gelded like a tamed steer.  But, though it pulsed with helpless glee beneath her touch, his huge cock did not quite get big enough to rupture – at least for the moment.

“That takes care of his dick,” Dragon Queen said.  Wrapping her hand around him, she stroked her own long-nailed hand up and down his shaft – while Star God whimpered and wiggled in helplessly stimulated horror.  “But there’s still one more thing missing,” she said.  Dropping her hands down, she squeezed his huge but now limp and deflated balls in disappointment.

“Leave that to me,” Nightmare Witch said.  Kneeling down between the hero’s massively muscular legs, she lifted her hand up to gently cup his nuts – smirking into them, as if they were a crystal ball and the smug sorceress was trying to confirm her status as the fairest of them all.  Then, fingers rolling in little circles, she began to caress them.  “Demons of lust, of sin, and of greed,” she chanted.  Her eyes, and her stroking hand, glowed purple.  “Give this mere mortal the gift of unlimited seed.”  Bending low, she pressed a glowing kiss onto each of his nut-sacks, and then caressed them tenderly with her long and mystic tongue.  Then, after placing one last long and quivering kiss to the hairy flesh between them, she sat back, and smirked.  His balls, unlike her lips or fingertips, continued to glow.  Three purple kiss marks lingered particularly brightly on his flesh, before slowly spreading and fading into his wrinkled skin, as if her glowing lipstick was being absorbed directly into his huge but empty balls.

Moments later, before Nightmare Witch’s evilly leering face, as the rest of the villainesses gasped and squirmed in awe, the hero’s profitably-drained balls began once more to swell.  They sank lower and lower as the weight of seed inside grew.  “Oh… fuck…” Star God whimpered, his square-jawed face quivering in shock, as he felt his giant nuts obey the sorceress’s command.  Hijacked just as thoroughly as his penis, his nuts grew and grew – until they, like his cock, seemed on the verge of bursting.  But, enhanced by her spell they did not – and soon grew until the enormous nut-sacks bulged to twice their previous size.

“There!” Nightmare Witch purred, standing up with satisfaction.

“Excellent!” Ilsa whispered.  Reaching down, she cupped one of the tenderly swollen balls of seed, and gave it a mocking squeeze.

“He’ll never be able to walk straight again!” Dragon Queen laughed, with delight, and reached down to grope and fondle the other.

“N-no!” Star God whimpered, as he felt the immense weight they were handling, clunking back and forth like bowling balls between his thighs.  "What... what have you done to me?!" he asked - his eyes spreading in horror as he managed to catch a few glimpses of his new grapefruit-sized balls, in horror.

"We turned you into a walking dick and balls, and nothing more," Esha purred down at him.

“So, no change at all, really!” Thorny Rose cackled.  Beautiful heads tilting back, the rest of the villainesses responded to her crack with wicked, delighted laughter of their own.

Recovering a bit of his defiance, Star God snarled with fury as their mocking laughter rolled over him.  “You… you bitches will never get away with this!  I’ll… I’ll get away, get back my seed, and make you pay!”

“Suuure you will,” Esha cooed.  Reaching out, she delivered a hard mocking flick to the side of the depowered hero’s giant defenseless penis.  “We’ll be sooo scared when you’re hobbling after us… dragging those huge things behind you!” she laughed.  The other heroines cackled in reply, louder than before.

Star God grit his teeth, and seethed.  “What… what are you going to do to me next?!” he demanded, trembling uselessly against his bonds, as their laughter subsided.

“Oh, we’re not going to do anything…” Dragon Queen cooed.  

Turning, she strutted to the door and opened it.  Casting one more smirking glance down at him, the rest of the villainesses filed out past her through the open door.  Despite his predicament, Star God could not keep his eyes from turning down and gaping in awe, his big dick twitching in delight, as one by one he got a spectacular view of each villainess’s voluptuous scantily-clad bottom sauntering lusciously past him, swaying in front of his face, on their sashaying path to the door.  

“Now,” Dragon Queen cooed, leering down at him, as the last of her fellow villainesses sauntered past her, “is where you help make our servants happy.”

“S-servants?” Star God asked, in a little yelp.  Rather than answering, Dragon Queen just gave him a big gloating smirk with her full red lips and then, with a last parting little wave, strutted her own voluptuous ass through the door, closing it behind her.  Moments later, with a little mechanical whine, several magnetic locks engaged up and down its steel surface – sealing it closed.

Left lying naked and alone in the room, Star God stared as a section of the floor at the far end of the room descended, forming a ramp.  To one side, the villainesses appeared behind the long bulletproof window that lined one wall of the room.  They leered and lapped their luscious chops in anticipation.  They seemed to take particular delight in the horrified gape that slowly spread across Star God’s square-jawed face...as, with wet slurps, something started to slink its way up from the dark space below and towards his helplessly waiting genitals.

To be continued...

SUMMARY:  Star God gets taken down into the villainess’s lair.   He gets informed he is far from the first hero they have preyed on, and shown a case of trophies from their previous conquests to prove it.  The villainesses use a machine to milk him of his cum, to be used for various nefarious purposes.  Finding that he has difficulty performing afterwards, they provide unnatural assistance - first with a serum that Ilsa injects into his penis and then with a spell Nightmare Witch places on his balls.  Star God attempts to resist… but some light teasing by his voluptuous captors forces him to rise to the occasion regardless.  The smirking villainesses then leave the room, sealing the door behind them.  Another door opens, and something else starts to enter, to take advantage of the naked and helpless hero.