A HERO COMES TO DELTA CITY PART 5 - FINALE
By Violator
Author’s Note: This is the final installment of this storyline. There are two endings; I inserted internal links that should allow you to skip around between each ending. These worked fine when I tested them locally, but just in case they should break for any reason there is a backup system. Each section has a descriptor: CHOOSE, LIGHTEND or DARKEND. If you search for a string that is two zeros in front of the relevant descriptor that should be a string that occurs only once in the document, and will take you to the start of the corresponding section. If the links do break for you please let me know; you can contact me with that or any other relevant feedback at violatoremail@protonmail.com.
In other news, real life is getting a little busy; so I probably will not be updating as regularly the next few weeks. Fear not, though, there is definitely a one-off story coming at the end of this month, and I have something rather special planned for the end of the year. Possibly more, depending on how my time goes.
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To skip to the summary, go to SUMMARY.
Reaching up, Nightmare Witch peeled down the top of her black one-piece, exposing her enormous jostling boobies. Star God stared, despite himself. Then his eyes got even wider as she bent over, and pulled her one-piece down over her incredibly buxom hips. It dropped down her legs, to pool at her feet. She stood back up – her dark sorcerous pussy naked and on dripping display before him.
“Unless…” the mighty sorceress cooed, “you’re not interested.” A coy smile on her lips, she lifted a finger up to them and tapped them, while gazing down upon him. “You are interested, aren’t you, big boy?” she cooed, her insanely jutting and voluptuous bottom swaying slowly behind her.
“Uhh…” Star God said. His eyes, having bored momentarily into the sight of her vagina between her thighs and her broad flat belly, could not remain there. They darted about helpless as, all around him, one voluptuous villainess after another bent low and pulled down her little panties. To either side of him the Mayhem Twins’ fishnets went down, followed closely by their little thongs. To either side of his head, Thorny Rose and Esha’s skimpy bikini bottoms slid down their legs, and they stood back up and smiled down at him – naked, save for their gloves and masks. Standing a bit back and to one side, Dragon Queen smiled slyly as she unbuckled and discarded her sleek qipao, then made short work of the tiny black thong she wore underneath. “Uhhh…” Star God said again, eyes darting back and forth from pussy to villainess pussy, helplessly.
But if his mouth couldn’t figure out how to respond, his dick had no such problem. Even after having been forced to cum a dozen times in their various monsters, machines and mutants, the thought of getting up inside the wicked beauties’ morally poisonous but physically immaculate flesh made his huge tool twitch. It pulsed, wiggled, and then slowly started to rise. Standing before him, her eyes glittering, Nightmare Witch kept both hands on her curvy hips and watched with glee. She cackled. But even that did not stop his giant hero dick from slowly, steadily, rising up helplessly before her.
When it was at full extension, with a delighted cackle, Nightmare Witch reached out and wrapped her hand around it. Star God gasped and trembled, helplessly, as her cruel fingers scraped up and down his giant beast – which had been made even more tender than before by the many times it had been used and abused.
“Do a good job inside me, hero,” she purred, as she climbed up to kneel atop him upon the bed. Her eyes sparkled purple for a moment, gazing down into his gaping face. “Or else I’ll castrate you.” Reaching up underneath her she guided him up into her pussy.
Star God gasped in momentary horror, as his penis slid into her unholy holy of holies. But it was the first time that night he had gotten his dick inside a real human woman without a condom in the way. It was still heaven, even if she was a servant of hell. As he sank into her gooey cavity, his eyes rolled back and he groaned. “Oh god…” he said… even as his giant cock twitched with pleasure, between her evil walls. Then, steeling herself, Nightmare Witch suddenly slammed her buxom hips downwards with her creamy voluptuous thighs.
“Unh! B-by Satan’s BAAAALLLS!” the mighty sorceress moaned, her eyes going wide, as the hero’s gigantic cock slid deep deep inside her. Raising up both hands, she clutched them at her head, and trembled in shock. Star God gaped for a moment, staring at her huge titties jiggling in his face. Her trembling hands dropping down, Nightmare Witch took a clutching hold upon his chest. Then, with a moan of penetrated pleasure, she began to furiously slam her buxom hips up and down his giant dick.
“Oh… yes!” she said, a huge grin on her face as she shook her head with delight. “Yes! Th-this is the real shit! Oh, Goddess YESSS!”
“Don’t just lie there, hero,” Thorny Rose purred. Reaching down, she traced a sharp nail teasingly around his ear. “Help a lady out, you oaf.”
Star God groaned. But, whether out of fear, or desire, or both, he did not see any choice. Chained down as he was, he nevertheless began thrusting his hips up into each of Nightmare Witch’s strokes – jerking his pelvis forward so that his huge cock scraped along the entire tender front wall of her pussy on each of her powerful downward thrusts. Licking her lips, the smile upon Nightmare Witch’s evil face grew broader, as she quivered with delight. “That’s it, hero!” she cooed, as she felt him thrusting up to meet her. “That’s it! What… what a good boy! What a good boy!” she laughed, and moaned with trembling ecstasy at the same time.
“That’s good,” Esha purred. “But don’t think you’re going to get away with only pleasing one of us at a time.” Hopping up onto the metal bed above his head, the super bikini model squatted down, bringing her pussy above his face. “You’re going to have to please all of us,” she purred down at him, smirking, “if you don’t want us to add that penis to our trophy case…”
Lying beneath her, Star God gaped up at Esha’s glistening blonde muff in shock. Once more, he didn’t know if fear or lust motivated him. But he knew he didn’t have a choice. “Y-yes ma’am,” he said, meekly. Lifting his head, he pressed his tongue to her pussy, and began to stroke it reverently.
“Oooh!” Esha cooed. She could tell, with every flick and caress he made against her, that the arrogant manly hero was not used to doing this. This only turned her on more. “Deeper!” she commanded, “Deeper!” and pressed her meat lips down firmly onto his real ones. Star God groaned. But, unable to resist, he ate her out enthusiastically – his tongue moving with ever more vigor and precision as, with each sigh, gasp, and shudder she made, he learned a little bit more about how to give the busty thief pleasure.
“Mmmm!” Esha purred. Jamming her fertile hips down harder on his face, she rocked them back and forth and sighed with pleasure. “Oh, yes!” she gasped, as his heroic tongue swirled back and forth between teasing her clitoris and plunging as deep as it could up between her law-breaking pussy lips. “Yes! YES!” she moaned.
But though he might only have one tongue and one cock, the rest of the evil ladies were not about to leave it there. As he lay smothered under the pumping hips of Nightmare Witch and the drooling face-enveloping meat flaps of the Bikini Bandit, Star God felt his arms being unshackled and dragged out from behind his back. He had no idea whose hands were moving him. He whimpered, and, for a brief second, tried to struggle. But another hand was ready – again he had no idea whose. Wrapping around his giant balls, it gave them a tight, threatening squeeze. At the sudden pressure, he relented, and allowed his arms to be dragged out to his sides. With another cackle, they were once more shackled in place.
Moments later, at the tips of his imprisoned fingers, two moist and delicate pussies appeared and rubbed against his trembling digits like love-lorn pets nuzzling against their master. Buried beneath Esha’s sleekly curved and gyrating hips, Star God let out a soft, humiliated moan. But, once more, he need ask no questions to know what the evil ladies wanted of him – and, though his physical ones had been swollen up to enormous size was now utterly bereft of the metaphorical balls to refuse. Fingers lifting up, he slipped them into the offered pussies of the unknown femmes fatale, and began to rub and caress with steadily increasing enthusiasm inside their tight and gooey lips. A couple moments later a couple of throaty rolling giggles allowed him to guess, correctly, that it was the Mayhem Twins’ twats that he was pleasing.
“Unh! Unh! UNH!” Nightmare Witch moaned, as she pounded her buxom hips down the hero’s shaft again and again and again. His own hips thrust back mindlessly, driving his huge cock deep inside her over and over and over. Finally, with a great groan, he pressed in hard and lost it, unleashing a massive spurting load of cum deep inside her dark cunt. Nightmare Witch shuddered and groaned as she felt his warmth fill her. Then, with a sigh, she came to a gentle panting halt – her flat and fertile belly quivering above his, as his large hard monster gradually grew limp yet thick inside her.
“Oooooh… yessss…” the dark sorceress hissed. Lifting her hips, she finally let his thick member slide out of her, and droop back down between his legs. Climbing off him, she stumbled back and forth for a few seconds, a dazed and delighted look upon her wicked face. “Oh… my… it's been too long... since I had one that was just too long!” she said, feeling a little bit dizzy. Then, slowly, a sultry smirk spread once more across her full red lips. “Sometimes bigger really is better…” she purred, stroking her hands with relish over her sleek full belly – savoring both the intense pleasure the captive hero had given her, and the gigantic amount of his potent seed that now lay within her buxom evil curves.
But even as Nightmare Witch was recovering from her first fuck upon the hero’s cock, the other evil ladies were not about to remain patient. Within seconds of his penis sliding out of her vagina, Star God murmured in shock as two hungry smirking lips descended upon it. He could feel their gleeful smirks as they kissed and nibbled at his long glistening unit, and groaned as their long tongues swirled round and round about him. Buried under Esha’s voluptuous hips he could not see who was doing it – though process of elimination made it obvious he was being teased back to life by Ilsa and Dragon Queen.
Ordinarily, the thought of getting a double-blowjob from two gorgeous villainesses, one Teutonic blonde and one exotic Asian, would have made Star God chortle with delight. But now, pinned down and exploited beneath a wave of villainess lust, he whimpered in dismay. His attempts at objection were entirely muffled however, by Esha’s sleek thighs squeezing tight to either side of his head, and her drooling pussy slamming down onto his lips to demand more service from his obedient tongue. The blonde beauty moaned and trembled, her gorgeous head rolling in awe around the golden waterfall of her hair, as she dutifully received the slurping service she sought. Meanwhile, beneath the lapping tongues and throaty giggles of the two kneeling villainesses his long penis twitched back to life and once more ascended into the air. They chased after it, laughing and giggling evilly as they subjected it to nips with their teeth and darting strokes of their tongues. At last it was at full and glorious extension again.
Once more, Star God felt another of the criminal ladies climb up into place upon him, felt his turgid member get hoisted up until it slipped into the taut gooey entrance of another evil woman’s snatch. The other lady – whichever it was – stayed low, letting out another few throaty giggles as she slurped and lapped as his enormous balls. Still buried under Esha’s buxom and ever-more-enthusiastically gyrating hips he had no way to know who it was who lay poised above him, until her sleek and curvy hips suddenly slammed down – and a high pitched voice let out a liltingly accented squeal of pure Germanic awe.
“Ach! M-Mein GOTT!!!” Ilsa squealed, her blue eyes rolling up in her head, as the hero’s giant turgid member surged deep into her taut Teutonic twat. Then, seizing a tight hold on his chest, she began to hump his big dick as furiously as her toned Aryan muscles allowed. Star God groaned as her tight pussy went flying up and down his dick, making it twitch with helpless pleasure – and beginning the slow build of ecstatic energy within his balls once more.
One after another after another, the ladies took him. Squealing, pounding, cackling with glee, they had their way with him. After Ilsa’s pure blonde cunt had taken another massive dose of his seed, she slipped hers up off of him and Dragon Queen’s taut Chinese pussy took its place. Shortly thereafter, encouraged by the insane pleasure coursing up and down his dick, Star God finally got good enough with his slurping lips and probing tongue to make Esha cum. The mighty blonde goddess squealed and squealed, her perfect body tensing and wiggling with ecstatic energy upon his moaning worshipful mouth, and rewarded him by dumping shower after shower of shining fluids all over his noble face. Then, exhausted, Esha climbed down – and was replaced instantly by Mischief Mayhem.
“Oh… oh God!” Dragon Queen moaned, as she pounded away furiously on his huge dick. Her face flickered back and forth, hallway between torment and ecstasy. “Oh, God… he’s so BIGGGG!” she moaned. Shortly after her outburst, with a deep moan, Star God sent a massive load of cum surging up into her hungry Asian pussy.
After she was done Dragon Queen had to cling tight to a pillar, panting in awe, at what she had subjected herself to. Reaching down, she slipped a finger into herself… and gasped, softly, as it came back out of her aching little pussy lips coated in his seed. Lifting it to her mouth, she took a taste. Then, letting out a throaty chuckle, she let a broad but tired smile spread across her lips.
Star God, of course, was in no position to see it. For already, squealing and wiggling with pleasure, Menace Mayhem was eagerly and energetically bouncing her own curvy haunches up and down his long twitching dick. Mischief, crouched atop his face, hissed and cooed with delight, as the moaning hero dutifully prepared her pussy for his penis with lapping strokes and tickles of his tongue – paying particular attention to her delicate clitoris. Esha stood over his left hand, her body already swooning slightly from the several peaks he had crested her to with his mouth. Holding his arm tight, she kept it pressed tight against her cunt, beneath the sleek swoop of her flat belly – and moaned, her golden head rolling in awe, as his probing and caressing fingers obediently kept her dripping pussy ready and waiting for more. Isla stood over his right, cooing and sighing with pleasure as his fingers, pumping and pounding between her semen-laden pussy lips, stirred up delightful memories of his giant cock reaching far deeper inside her and spreading her delicate lips ten times as wide.
Menace Mayhem carried on bouncing eagerly away until he came inside her too. She was replaced by her sister. “Oh, yes! Oh yessss!” the red Twin whooped, head thrashing and body slamming furiously. Her lustrous black hair whipped back and forth, as her supple body flew up and down his giant rod. “Oh, yes!” she shrieked. “Oh, yes, boy! Yes! YESSS!” she squealed, as his hips continued to thrust mindlessly and helplessly up into her fleshy drooling maw.
Through it all, Star God’s face remained buried in one villainess’s pussy, after another, after another. He whimpered, as he was forced to taste his own seed between their well-used meat flaps. But he continued to tease them open, to pleasure and play with them to the best of his steadily increasing ability, regardless. The eager sliding of one tight pussy after another after another up and down his dick helped keep his enthusiasm up.
A little later, with a moan and sigh, Nightmare Witch lifted her buxom hips up off the hero’s face. Briefly free of her evil muff, he blinked his eyes and gaped up in awe – to find the super-bikini-model-gorgeous form of Esha, the Bikini Bandit, screwing herself upon him.
“Hello, hero,” the ravishing blonde cooed – in between soft pants of her lips, as she drove her voluptuous hips furiously up and down his gigantic schlong. “Is this how you always dreamed of seeing me?” she asked, as, keeping her hands clutched tight to his chest, she drove her taut drooling pussy energetically up and down his schlong.
He licked his lips, and gasped. He could not resist. “Yes…” he admitted softly, blinking up at her in awe.
Esha grinned. Then, their little tet-a-tet was ended as, accompanied by a hungry whimper, Dragon Queen’s svelte Asian hips suddenly descended down upon the hero’s momentarily-free face. Her drooling eager pussy came down onto his lips, sealing them like a lid on a Tupperware container. Star God moaned softly. But, eyes blinking in awe up her curvy body, he nevertheless automatically extended his tongue and got it right back to work, flicking around the Asian beauty’s delicate clitoris and teasing its way into her cum-filled pussy lips as he sought to give her pleasure.
Finally, after many hours of moaning and pounding sex, even the immense appetites of the villainesses began to be sated and even their mighty and perfectly shapely bodies began to tire. One by one, instead of making use of the hero’s cock, or tongue, or fingers, they began to collect around the sides of the room, lounging back upon plush chairs that rose up from the floor solely for the use of their voluptuous bottoms. Panting softly, still covered by thin sheens of sweat, their pretty faces blinked with tired contentment. Their bodies, after so much time taking the captured hero for all he was worth, felt as slack and gooey as their deeply-used pussies.
Seeing that the orgy had finally run its course, Nightmare Witch smiled. Detaching her buxom butt from her chair – a few tendrils of her own oozing fluids stretching out between her sumptuous curves and the plush seat, straining to maintain contact, before one by one they finally broke – she sauntered over to stand over the hero’s massively muscular yet chained and supine form. Esha, one of the few others who still had enough strength in her well-used hips to stand, rose and accompanied her. Side by side, hands upon their sleek and well-filled hips, they looked down into the hero’s equally exhausted face, and smirked.
“Have you learned your lesson, hero?” Esha purred – twirling her tousled golden hair beside her gorgeous masked face, as she smirked.
“Are you ready,” Nightmare Witch purred, her sorcerous eyes half-lidded as she gazed down smugly, “to admit you are our natural slave – and we are your eternal mistresses?” Between her sleek thighs, a little of his potent cum drooled from her arcane pussy. If the mighty sorceress was worried about how much of his godlike cum swirled inside her flat sleek belly, she did the opposite of show it upon her gorgeous face.
Star God groaned… and through the streamers of post-coital exhaustion, pleasure, and horror swirling through his head, struggled to come up with something to say…
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00LIGHTEND
Somewhere, deep inside, despite the utter exhaustion in his body and the deeply submissive satisfaction in his enormous loins, Star God managed to dredge up some last vestiges of heroic spirit. “N-never!” he whimpered, softly – his voice rising in a soft gurgle, almost as if his tongue was still imbedded between a set of evil pussy lips.
Looks of astonishment briefly flickered across both villainesses’ gorgeous faces – followed moments later by snarls of rage.
“You’ll… you’ll pay for that defiance, hero!” Esha hissed, her blue eyes flashing with anger.
“To spurn us, after all we did for you?” NIghtmare Witch growled. She shook her darkly beautiful head, her full red lips twisting with fury. Then she lifted a black-nailed hand, and purple energy began to crackle around it. Prepare to be turned into something befitting your kind!” Nightmare Witch growled. “Perhaps you will learn your proper place after a few years as a slug… or a frog… or a lowly worm!”
But Nightmare Witch did not get a chance to choose. For moments later, with a terrific crash, the door flew open.
“Not today, Nightmare Witch!” Ms. Americana’s brash voice bellowed through the door – followed moments later by her buxom, muscular, bikini-clad form. Sauntering past the threshold, the Queen of Justice paused a moment to put her hands upon her hips, her legs spread wide, and smirk. “You’re going to JAIL!”
For a moment, both villainesses’ mouths hung agape, as they stared at the intruding champion in shock. Then, with a fierce howl, Nightmare Witch raised her claws – purple lightning still sizzling dangerously around her outstretched finger – to point directly between Americana’s gigantic breasts.
“He we want to enslave,” the dark sorceress hissed, her eyes glowing. “You can just DIE!” Spreading her fingers wide, she sent a bolt of death flying straight for the heroine’s chest.
But the mighty sorceress had already expended much of her dark energy that day, which she had not replenished, fueling the spells that had taken down the great hero. She had also utterly exhausted herself by her session of long sweaty sex upon the hero’s giant brain-re-arranging cock, and had scarce had a chance to recover from that either. In her rage and fury at being interrupted, she lashed out with far too strong a spell. A storm of dark arcane energy whirled about her as the spell grew – and then it fizzled. Only a tiny purple spark spat from her finger and, intercepted by the defensive fields projected by Americana’s belt, it scattered off to one side, failing even to singe the straining cups of the buxom heroine’s wobbling and overloaded bra.
Americana glanced to one side, where the errant bolt had left a small spot of smoking ash upon the frame of the steel door beside her. Then she looked back at her gaping and astonished, naked nemesis. “Oops!” she cooed. Then, with a huge smile, she lunged forward.
Nightmare Witch’s face was still hanging open, staring at her de-powered hand in shock, when Ms. Americana’s fist slammed into her gut. “Oooogh!” the dark sorceress squealed, as she went surging ass-first backwards, and landed with a thud on the floor. The wind thoroughly punched out of her, she flopped out wide and lay still.
“Oh… “ Esha gasped, staring in shock, as she stared at Nightmare Witch’s prostrate form – and realized that the greatest of their number was already toast. Then her face whirled to stare at the open doorway in horror as, in Americana’s buxom wake, one heroine after another eagerly poured through to back up the Queen of Justice - first Green Specter, then Wolf Woman, with more streaming in after them. “Shit…” Esha said.
Head lifting up, Star God gaped at the sight of one bikini-clad beauty after another charging in to save him. For once in his entire life, he saw the sleek bikinis jiggling upon the bodies of one buxom super-heroine after another, and found he could not objectify them at all. “Thank… thank god…” he moaned. Then, giving in to his exhaustion and relief, his head sank back and he passed out.
Shooting up to tower upon their clumsy swaying legs, as the heroines of Delta City surged forward the villainesses attempted to fight. For just a moment fierce battle swirled around the spread-eagled body of the naked and unconscious hero, as heroine engaged villainess in fierce and vicious combat. But exhausted by their own pleasures, naked, with their gadgets all out of reach, and taken by surprise, the gorgeous ladies of evil moaned as they soon found themselves staggeringly outmatched.
“Agh!” Menace Mayehm moaned, as a grinning Green Specter spun her around with one punch, then slammed her down onto her belly with a kick. But, whimpering, she could do nothing as her hands were dragged behind her back and swiftly cuffed.
“Y-you bitch!” Mischief Mayhem moaned as, side by side with her twin, both their huge tits crushed painfully into the cold steel one beside the other, a smiling Specter Girl did the same to her.
“N-no!” Dragon Queen gasped as, naked, she found herself toe to toe with Wolf Woman. In desperation, she tried to throw a punch anyways. Seemingly with no effort at all, Wolf Woman seized her flying wrist in mid-air and, yanking the squealing Asian villainess around, pinned her arm behind her back. “No! You can’t do this!” Dragon Queen squealed. But, naked breasts sloshing before her and cum oozing out of her pussy, she could do nothing as her other arm was dragged back, and Wolf Woman snapped her in chains.
In another corner, Ilsa managed to trade a few blows with Flag Girl, before, to Ilsa’s humiliation and Flag Girl’s delight, the belt-empowered teen managed to slip a fist through the exhausted Aryan villainess’s defenses, and slam it straight into her face. “Gotcha!” Flag Girl laughed, as Ilsa slumped her knees. The Teutonic trollop could only moan in dismay as,, before she could even recover her senses, the Teen Wonder already had her hands pinned behind her back and was slapping her in cuffs.
Finally, backed into a corner, naked Esha found herself the last villainess standing… before an advancing wall of giant heroine breasts and smirking masked heroine faces. Raising her hands, she shivered - knowing that fighting was utterly hopeless. “C-can’t we uh, just talk about this?” the bikini-less Bikini Bandit pleaded.
“No,” Ms. Americana said and, with a left hook, put Esha’s lights out.
A little while later, the groaning villainesses found themselves chained together all in a line, hands cuffed behind their backs. Standing around and grinning, five heroines admired their handiwork.
“You… you’ll never get away with this, Americana!” Nightmare Witch hissed. But, her wrists cuffed and each hand sealed inside finger-constraining anti-sorcery mitts, she was unable to cast any spells. All her squirms did was to make her giant breasts slosh back and forth fantastically, at the head of the line.
“We’ll get our revenge!” Dragon Queen promised – just as thoroughly bound, her curvy naked bottom making up the caboose of the chain.
“Oh, yeah,” Americana cooed, admiring the view. “We’re real scared.”
“We have to deal with a lot of whores,” Green Specter purred. “But you lot take the cake!”
Standing around them and smirking, all the heroines could see clearly the fresh juices and pearly cum drooling out of their pussies.
The villainesses squealed in outrage at this, and squirmed harder - which accomplished nothing save to make their voluptuous flesh shake even more violently, while remaining completely constrained within their bonds.
“Enjoy jail!” Hexanna purred, clutching her magic staff close and smirking. Knowing Nightmare Witch would be among those they faced, she had come along as magical backup – though in the event their surprise had been so total her services had not been needed, and she had been able simply to stand back and watch.
“At… at least give us our costumes!” Esha begged as, chained at the middle of the line, she and her fellow wicked villainesses shivered in suddenly cold and chilling nakedness before the bikini-clad heroines.
“Sorry,” Lady Midnight cooed. Lifting up the Bikini Bandit’s trademark little French-cut panty, she waved it back and forth tauntingly before the blonde thief’s horrified gaping face. “These are ‘evidence’ now,” she said, before dropping it and letting it flutter back to the floor.
“Oh! You bitch!” Esha screamed. But neither she nor any of her compatriots were in a position to do anything about it. At a nod from Ms. Americana, Flag Girl reached out, and gave Nightmare Witch a prodding whack upon her jutting buxom butt. Though she moaned and hissed in outrage, the naked sorceress only needed a couple more swats to get the picture. Bowing her head, her lips trembling in fury, she nevertheless began obediently walking forward. Hissing and squirming in her wake, the rest of the villainesses had no choice but to follow. Heads lifted proudly, Flag Girl and Specter Girl eagerly led the train of nude captured villainesses out the door and off, through their already-cleared base, to be taken into police custody.
Which meant, once the teen sidekicks were safely out of the room, the noble heroines were left alone with the sprawling body of the muscular hero.
“What are we going to do with this big bad boy?” Lady Midnight asked – sauntering up to stand over his feet.
“What do you think?” Ms. Americana said, strutting up to stand over his head.
Almost as if summoned up by the sound of her voice, Star God moaned. He stirred. He opened his eyes. Then, those same eyes spread wide.
Towering up above him, as if he were lying at the base of a buxom skyscraper, lay the mighty curves of Ms. Americana. His eyes blinked in awe, as he looked right up the curvy surface of her swooping panties, past the golden belt cinched tight about her hourglass waist, to the undersides of her enormous wobbling tits. Looking down, Ms. Americana smirked at him from behind her mask – her face half hidden to either side by her own enormous bra-straining breasts.
“Hello, Star God,” Ms. Americana purred down at him, through her deep cleavage as if through the Grand Canyon. “Welcome to Delta City."
“Ughh…” Star God said, staring up her body in awe.
Americana’s smirk broadened. For once, there was no need to tell a hero to get his eyes up off her tits and onto her face, as they were in the same place. Hands on her hips, she looked down at the naked hero with relish.
“Just so you know,” she cooed down at him, “we hacked those ladies’ files before raiding their base. They had quite a lot of information on you, and your, uh, exploits. And as far as I can tell, you came to Delta City for the express purpose of trying to score as much super-tail as you could. Probably to include myself, my sidekick, and any of my friends you could trick into your bed.” Her voluptuous ass, clad in its famous skimpy bikini, swayed back and forth like a viper disturbed in its nest. “Does that just about sum up your intentions, hero?” she asked softly.
Staring up at her, Miles groaned. Between his legs, his long dick twitched. But he couldn’t seem to think of anything to say, and so remained silent.
At the sight of his handsome, tongue-tied face, Miss Americana’s smirk broadened. “How’s that plan working out for you?” she asked him softly.
Miles whimpered - but still remained silent. Miss Americana waited a second, and then shrugged - producing staggering tidal motions within the straining interiors of her enormous yet overloaded bra-cups. “Well, then, let’s count it out ourselves, shall we?” she cooed. She extended her gloved fingers and began counting out events on them one by one.
“Let’s see… you come to Delta City, nail a civilian in a dirty alley, try to hit on what you think is us at a bar, get captured by a bunch of villainesses, and then go ahead and fuck their brains out. Does that about sum up your valiant career in my fair city to date, hero?”
“Oh… fuck…” Star God whimpered. His belly churned in horror, as it sunk in just how thoroughly she had him dead to rights. But he could not help himself. His eyes, gaping up her body, suddenly locked straight onto her scantily-clad crotch. He stared at it in awe. His giant dick, exposed before the five heroines, twitched wildly… and then rose up a little higher between his legs. “I’m sorry,” he said at last.
Ms. Americana tapped her boot, and smirked. “Have you learned your lesson?” she asked.
“Yes,” he promptly whimpered. He nodded. “I… I promise… I’ll never disrespect you heroines. I’ll… I’ll never look upon you like objects, or view you as mere sources of sex, ever again.”
The smirk upon Ms. Americana’s full red lips broadened, until it seemed to cover her whole face. “Well, that’s really very nice of you,” she said. “Unfortunately, it’s exactly the opposite of the lesson you should have learned.”
Reaching up between her breasts, she undid the little golden star-shaped catch nestled there. The gargantuan cups of her overloaded bra promptly burst wide apart, letting her huge jugs spill out to jiggle in delightful nakedness – sloshing back and forth heavily above the hero’s awed head.
“Wh-what?” Star God gurgled – his eyes going wide as they suddenly filled with bouncing titty. Chuckling, the rest of the heroines followed suit, hands reaching up between their racks and delicately undoing their bras. His head spinning, Star God gaped in shock and awe as one enormous pair came pouring forth to jostle and jiggle before him, after another, after another.
“The lesson you should have learned,” Americana cooed, “is that in reality it is you who exists to be used by and serve us.” Peeling off her bra, she held it out, and then let it drop daintily onto the floor beside her.
“Oh… God…” Star God groaned. After fuck after fuck after fuck, he was utterly exhausted. Further, the thought of being used by yet another group of dominant ladies both humiliated and terrified him.
But while his brain and flesh may both have been weak, the spirit that lay within his enhanced member was still very willing. At the sight of the five enormous heroine racks jiggling and wobbling all around them, and of their huge bras dropping to the floor one by one, his giant penis twitched, pulsed… and then climbed steadily up from between his legs to tower, once more, up from his muscular loins.
“Oh… God…” he said again, staring down at his huge tell-tale erection in dismay.
“God DAMN!” Lady Midnight purred, gaping at the huge veiny heroic schlong in awe.
“That’s my kind of hero!” Wolf Woman purred, licking her lips.
Reaching out, clad in little but their panties, both heroines wrapped their hands around his giant cock, and began to stroke and squeeze it in interest. Star God yelped in shock. But his penis, twitching with pleasure amidst their stroking fingers, let out a little streamer of watery precum and happily grew a little bit longer before their awed, gasping faces.
Then his head tilted back up, and Star God gasped in shock – as he watched Ms. Americana’s gloved hands slide up, and slip down into the hips of her little panties. Around him, the other heroines did likewise. His dick twitched with anticipation – even as his soul, and ego, quivered with humiliation. “You… you can’t do this to me…” he whimpered, shaking his square-jawed head in disbelief. “Y-you’re heroines!”
Thumbs through the hips of her panties, stretching them an inch from her flesh, Ms. Americana paused. She smirked. “Did you want me to tell the police, the media, or anyone else about what has happened here, hero?” she asked.
Star God licked his lips, his throat suddenly dry. “No…” he said, in a tiny voice. He shook his head – his eyes still glued to the hips of her panties.
Ms. Americana gave him a dazzling and bemused smile, between her huge and swaying, naked breasts. At the tips of her huge jugs each of her large nipples was already large and extended, with her sexual excitement. “Well, then, we won’t,” she purred. Her smile spread, her teeth glittering. “So long as you do a good job proving to us us that you know your place, hero…” she added, in a coy coo.
Then, bending down, she pulled down her panties. All around him, the other heroines did the same. Star God gaped in shock. His eyes were still wide, blinking at the ceiling in disbelief, as, growling like a hungry she-panther, Ms. Americana crawled her buxom silky and now naked hips up onto the bed, and presented her dripping pussy above his face. At his waist, after a brief scuffling catfight, Lady Midnight successfully seized prime of place from Wolf Woman, forcing the latter heroine to stew and wait as her own buxom ebony hips crawled up and, her purple-gloved hand reaching down, positioned themselves perfectly above his long, curved, and now eagerly diamond-hard shaft. Meanwhile, their own shapely bodies squirming in anticipation, Hexanna and Green Specter seized his wrists and guided his fingers up to begin their work inside their eagerly drooling pussies.
Unlike the villainesses before her, who had slammed their gashes down onto the hero’s lips, Ms. Americana kept hers lifted high. She waved her drooling lips back and forth over his face, impatiently. “Hurry up, hero,” she called down, imperiously, from high above him. “I told you, you need to show you know your place! Now… prove it!”
Star God groaned. But, once more, he had no choice. Lifting his head up, he put the skills he won the hard way in order to appease Esha, and Dragon Queen, and Nightmare Witch to good use. Starting out by wrapping his lips around it, he gave Ms. Americana’s clitoris a swift slurping suck. Then, opening his lips he slid out his tongue, and began to caress up and down gooey lips – gradually teasing them open, so he could wiggle up inside. Ms. Americana gasped with pleasure – and, moaning impatiently, crushed her drooling slit repeatedly down into his face, as if demanding he get her off more quickly.
Meanwhile, down at his waist, with a banshee-like squeal Lady Midnight slammed her buxom dusky hips down hard around his cock. Her heroinely pussy proved tighter than he could have expected, parting only grudgingly as his immense beast forced its way deep inside – driven, as it was, by the strength and weight of her own thick and muscular thighs.
“Mmmgl!” Star God whimpered, trembling in shock, as her thrilling wet tightness steadily marched its way down his cock – his voice muffled by the fact his tongue was trapped between Americana’s pussy lips - which, enhanced by her belt, also clamped down repeatedly on him with a strength that was both terrifying and astonishing. But, once more, there was nothing he could do. His fingers, acting on instinct, were already beginning to stroke and thrust inside the pussies of the purring, delightedly squirming heroines to his left and right. He trembled as, denied any other outlet for her lusts, Wolf Woman’s mouth suddenly appeared upon his balls and began to lap and slurp at their enormous hairy girth. Yelping in awe, Lady Midnight began pounding herself furiously up and down his long twitching dick, her buxom hips gyrating with pleasure. Meanwhile Ms. Americana groaned with pleasure and ground her pussy harder and harder against his slurping lips.
Buried under a tide of virtuous and voluptuous flesh, Star God’s eyes blinked wide. Then, with a last groan, he gave in. Closing his eyes, he began to flutter and flick his tongue with ever greater force inside Americana’s royal slit… as, surrendering to the heroines’ superhuman lusts, he quietly accepted his place as the best-hung bitch-boy in Delta City.
Eight months later…
The judge banged her gavel down hard upon the block, then set it down.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Long,” she said. “But the tests have all come back… and every last one is a match.”
Seated in a chair behind the table before the judge, Miles Long groaned. Beside him, his chief lawyer buried his face in his hands.
On the other side of the courtroom, a large area had been roped off. In one section, seven women sat, cuffed to their chairs, under armed guard. Esha, Nightmare Witch, and the other five villainesses, each in her skimpy and distinctive costume.
Behind them, at another table, sat the five super-heroines, each in her own equally skimpy, straining trademark bikini.
All twelve of them, in between their giant tits and their distended panties, had massive swollen bellies.
Smiling sheepishly, Miss Americana shrugged, and then rubbed her enormous bloated belly. “Sorry, Miles,” she cooed - upon learning that what they had all long suspected really was true. “Normally we have ways of dealing with this, but, well… I guess we got so into it we forgot…”
“And we didn’t exactly have a chance, what with being in jail and all,” Esha cooed - her sleek thighs squeezing together, to either side of her skimpy black bikini bottom, beneath her own enormously swollen belly.
The judge whacked her gavel, to demand an end to the chatter, and then glared down at him.
“So, Mister Long,” she hissed. “All that remains is to set the terms and stipulations of the judgment. But before I do so, I will give you one last chance. Do you have anything to say for yourself, and your behavior? Anything at all?”
Looking up, Miles groaned. The judge looked at him expectantly. His lip trembled. But he just couldn’t do it. He could not explain the actual circumstances of how he had come to lay all the hottest super-pussies in Delta City, nor make it public knowledge. Slowly, he shook his head.
“No,” he said.
“I see,” the judge said. Her robes rustled in her chair, as she shifted upon her seat. Then, she shook her head. “Well,” she said at last. “I must say, even by the standards of your kind, I find your actions reckless and irresponsible in the extreme. Not only to endanger this city by putting all its greatest protectors out of commission at once, but also to cavort with all of its most evil women at the same time?! All just because you couldn’t keep it in your pants?” She shook her head. “Unfathomable! Insatiable! Unacceptable!”
Locking her eyes on him, she waved a finger.
“So, I am going to make an example of you, Mister Long. But that is not all. To ensure adequate support for the sort of offspring likely to come out of those sort of wombs, and to ensure the products of your negligence do not become undue super-burdens to the state, a trust will be created for every last one of them… each consisting of one-twelfth of your fortune!”
Miles was not the sharpest tool in the shed, but even he could do the mental arithmetic - only having to stop a couple times to double check on his fingers. “But...but that will leave me with nothing!” he objected. He looked up at her in horror. Without the wealth needed to support his lifestyle, his career as a super-hero would effectively be over - not that he wanted to bring that up in open court either. So instead, he shook his head, and went with the more pedestrian complaint. “I… I’ll be ruined!” he said, his voice sounding like he was going through puberty.
The judge shook her head, and smiled. “You should have thought of that,” she said, in a tone that said she’d had the line long prepared, “before your irresponsibility ruined the virtues of this city’s greatest champions - while giving its most wicked women charges they will be in no position to care for! Now… dismissed!” She banged her gavel once again, to let him know the matter was settled.
Miles whimpered, and put his head in his hands.
Behind him, the super-heroines smirked.
“Don’t worry,” Lady Midnight purred, stroking her own enormous belly. “I’m sure we can work out just a little of your payment in labor… so long as you don’t talk back, and do all your honey-do chores in a little speedo, like a proper super-hero should!”
“And some of them out of it… if you know what I mean,” Green Specter purred. From the way their eyes glittered, as they eyed him, being knocked up had done nothing to tamp down their super-human libidos. Quite the opposite, really.
“Maybe we can work out a rotation schedule,” Hexanna suggested, tapping a finger to her cheek. “Let him know how we want him to split his time between diaper-changing and… other duties.” She glanced down between her legs, then back up.
Miss Americana looked around at her fellow heroines, saw nods of agreement, then looked back at him. “We’ll let you know what we come up with,” she assured him, smirking.
“Oh, God,” Miles said, burying his face in his hands.
Snickering at his discomfort, Esha leaned in close, and whispered in Nightmare Witch’s ear. “And this,” she purred to her compatriot in crime, “is why even on the rare occasions when they do work up the same sort of swagger, super-heroes will still always lose out to super-villains in the end.”
“Very true,” Nightmare Witch purred back.
The whisper had been just loud enough for all the other villainesses to hear. Throwing their heads back, they shared a delighted, wicked little cackle. Then, gorgeous heads turning and craning with glee, every last one of them watched with relish as, his lawyer trying and failing to comfort him, the wreck of the ounce-proud, once-mighty, and once-wealthy hero, facing the new reality that would dominate the rest of his existence, rapidly degenerated into some very un-heroic sobbing.
00DARKEND
“I… I give in…” Star God finally groaned. Tears ran down his cheeks, as he lay defeated before them. “I… I’ll do anything you want....”
Slowly, huge smiles spread across the two villainesses’ lips.
“That’s very good,” Nightmare Witch purred.
“And very bad,” Esha added.
“B-bad?” Star God moaned. His head was aswirl with horror, the inside of his brain like a toilet on continuous flush.
“Yes,” Nightmare Witch said.
“Because it means now you’re just a scrub,” Esha said. “A weakling. A loser.”
“And whatever else he may have, the one thing that can’t excite us is a loser,” Nightmare Witch said.
Star God groaned, and trembled in shock. “I… I’ll be your slave!” he begged. “P-please!”
“Sorry,” Esha cooed, her hands on her voluptuous hips. “But we fish have no need of any more bicycles. Go ahead, Nightmare Witch.”
“Nooo…” Star God whimpered. He didn’t know what was coming next. All he knew was it scared him. But it was far too late for him to do anything about it.
A huge hungry smile on her lips, Nightmare Witch raised her hands up over the hero’s helplessly chained, massively muscular body. Her eyes started to glow. She began to chant in a strange, demonic language.
“Noooooo…” Star God moaned again, as a strange and twisted sensation tore through him. His body lifted up off the table, as if drawn to her open palm. Wisps of golden shining energy swirled from his chest, rising up into her palm. His long dick, limp and spent, wiggled back and forth between his legs as he trembled, like a worm from a hook.
“Cease your struggles, quell your strife,” the dark sorceress cackled, “with each breath you take, I steal your life.” Her eyes glowed brighter and brighter, her grin got wider and wider, until her gorgeous face looked like a demonic maw.
Star God’s eyes blinked wide in bewildered confusion. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he whimpered.
His entire body began to blur. Nightmare Witch cackled louder and louder, as she sucked away the hero’s life force to restore her expended power. At last, with a dark shriek and a burst of purple energy, she sucked out everything he had. His mighty flesh vanished, as did his enormous muscles and his handsome face. Licking her lips, Nightmare Witch lapped her chops, her huge boobies shaking back and forth, and rubbed her belly, as if just finishing up a nourishing meal.
Beneath her, all that remained of the mighty Star God was a smoking skeleton. In moments, the skeleton itself suddenly crumbled to ash, and blew away in a puff of air. There was nothing left of him.
Well, almost nothing. At the base of the bed, his boots still stood, twin columns of smoke rising out of them where his legs had been. His super-briefs, still dangling down from one ankle, lay prostrate upon the floor between them. Moments later, with a loud wet ‘splorp’ the only remaining part of his body fell down to lie upon his little briefs. His huge dick and severed balls – looking just as full and lifelike as when they had been attached to his body – lay upon the little super-speedos they had once been protected by, and twitched, slightly. At the base of the giant severed shaft, where it had once connected to his loins, was now a patch of flesh as smooth as a baby’s butt.
Grinning, while Nightmare Witch panted and purred to one side with the stolen heroic energy that was reinvigorating her flesh, Esha leaned down and scooped up the huge fallen cock. Gripping it by the center of the shaft, so that his giant balls hung down on one side and his huge tip drooped on the other, she lifted him up. Reaching out a single finger daintily, she stroked it along his shaft. The disembodied penis twitched, repeatedly – and, before her eyes, got a little harder once more. Esha’s full red lips slowly spread into an enormous smirk.
“Well, well, well, girls,” the Bikini Bandit purred, “Star God may be no more… but at least we have something to remember him by!”
“It’s okay,” Dragon Queen purred. Propping her torso up with both arms, she sat with her legs crossed, and smirked up at the twitching cock with glee. “We got the only part he did his thinking with, anyways!”
Sitting up tiredly, Mischief Mayhem rolled her well-filled hips back and forth upon her plush seat, and looked up at the severed, dangling penis in wonder. “Who gets this one, to start?” she asked.
Esha smirked. “Isn’t it obvious?” she cooed. She stroked another couple fingers up and down it. The disembodied genitals twitched wildly – and somehow, by magical means, got harder. Esha smiled. Then, holding what was left of Star God pulsing in her hand, she strutted for the door. “I’ll be in my bunk,” she cooed, as she left the rest of the tired villainesses behind her.
The rest watched her go. Then, they turned back to one another and shrugged.
“Well, that was fun,” Thorny Rose said.
“And profitable,” Mischief Mayhem said, hefting up one of the bottle’s of Star God’s priceless sperm and admiring it.
Reaching up between her legs, Dragon Queen stroked herself, and then pulled her hand back out. She frowned, seeing the trickle of seed glistening there, then looked up.
“Alright,” she said, nodding down towards her belly. “Let’s go get this stuff taken care of, before it causes any problems!”
The other villainesses nodded. Then, they turned - their bottoms facing back to the scorch marks and a couple pieces of discarded costume that was all that was left of another once-mighty hero. Then, lifting their heads high, they strutted out of the room - laughing the entire time.
A month later the villainesses once more gathered, sitting around a little table. A light shone down at the center of the table. From the darkness around them a plastoid minion, servitor demon, or castrated Fourth Reich soldier occasionally minced in and out, holding trays and bearing either drinks or light snacks.
Seated in a sultry circle at their table, the villainesses of Delta City tapped their lips as they eyed their cards.
"Hmmm..." Nightmare Witch purred. She glanced down to the table in front of her breasts, then back up at her cards. "I'm almost out of chips."
"You'll have to wager something real," Esha cooed - squirming eagerly upon her panty-clad haunches as she eyed what the evil sorceress had.
Nightmare Witch bit her lip and, looking down, once more contemplated what she had stacked before her stacked cleavage. "Very well," she said. "I wager Jock Justice," she said.
Reaching down, she hefted up one of three large severed penises piled one atop the other before her, each still with a big hairy pair of balls attached, and tossed it out into the center of the table. It landed beside two other large phalluses that already snaked their way across the center of the table, arcing across several piles of chips.
Jock Justice had been egotist and masochist enough to have his sport-themed logo tattooed upon his penis, halfway down the top of his considerable shaft. The original purpose, so he boasted while the rest of him was still around, was so his female conquests could remind themselves whose dick they were sucking halfway through each long trip their lips took up and down its length. This logo ended up displayed prominently in the center of the table - as the disembodied penis twitched and squirmed languidly, as if forlornly begging for Nightmare Witch to touch him a few more times. This, however, the naughty sorceress refused to do so. Instead, her finger briefly sliding over to check a helpful little table, she reached out and selected chips equal to the hero's chip value - which, by mutual agreement, was based on a formula that combined his length, his girth, and just how illustrious he had been back when he was still able to walk around on his own.
"Hmm," Dragon Queen said, in the next seat over. Squirming, she looked up to study the cocks on the table, then back at her cards. "I had the Jock all last month. He always twitches the same way right before he spends - so boring. Pass."
So saying, she dropped her cards face-down, surrendering her ante.
Beside her, Esha swore. "Damn it," she said. "I was hoping I could bait you into betting the Black Bull."
At this, Dragon Lady's gorgeous Asian face smirked, and she shook her head. "You were barking up the wrong tree, then," she purred. Reaching down, she stroked her fingers over an enormous jet-black uncircumcised penis which, while it did not quite eclipse every other hero in length, absolutely did so in girth. Only the fact that they had gotten over-eager and harvested the Black Bull early in his career, before he could get that famous, and that his tremendous girth tended to make even a super-lady hurt after a while, kept him from being perpetually at the very top of their table. "I still want... a few more nights with this big boy, at least, before I risk that."
"Why even bring him to the table, then?" one of the Mayhem Twins asked - while, with a coy smirk, she used a single long fingernail to teasingly stroke the long glowing penis of the Golden Dragon, as it lay before her. This was by far the most popular way all the villainesses used to pass the time, while waiting in between their turns. The big golden penis in question, still glowing with its thwarted destiny and covered in ancient Chinese characters, twitched repeatedly in response to the sharp nail caressing up and down it - but the Twin had her eyes up and neither noticed nor cared.
Looking back, Dragon Lady smiled - and gave her own larger prize another teasing stroke. "Why... because it always baits you girls into betting more aggressively, giving me the advantage!" she cooed. Her voluptuous hips wiggled in her seat, at the thought of tricking an extra large disembodied toy or two away from her sisters through such subterfuge. Then, she turned her head. "Your turn, Esha," she reminded her blonde opponent.
Esha glanced at her cards, and did her best to keep her face unreadable as she looked around the table. Even with Black Bull off the table - and down against her chair, her pussy gave a little disappointed ache, to hear that it would not be making the Bull's acquaintance again any time soon - there was still enough of interest to make a bluff worthwhile. Especially if she bet something in which she no longer saw any real value.
"Alright," Esha cooed, making her decision. Reaching down, she slid her fingers up underneath his veiny twitching shaft, and then scooped Star God up and off the table. "Sorry, boy," she cooed, letting him dangle back and forth a bit as he pulsed fearfully in her hand. "You were fun, but you're getting a little needy for my taste. I think a little rejection will do you good!"
And with that she sent the long shaft, with two enormous spell-enhanced balls still attached, wobbled up ponderously into the air above the table and then came down with a soft 'splat!' to lie sprawled beside three other heroic penises.
"Hmm..." Thorny Rose said - next in the row beside Esha. She wrinkled up her face, considering. She lifted up her cards, keeping them concealed close to her enormous breasts, and then looked back out, cigarette dangling from her lips. "He wasn't that good..." she said, trying to add up the value of the current pot.
"Yeah, I know," Esha cooed, wiggling her bikini-clad butt in her chair beside her. "But Nightmare Witch's spell still works," she added - doing her best to sell her latest bet, so as best to try to lure out something she might want. "So even if you have no use for him at all between your legs, you can still use him like a semen super-soaker to bukkake some captive heroine." Smirking, wiggling back and forth in her seat, Esha leaned forward. "I used him on Azure Angel last week," she added with a purr. "Poor girl literally didn't know what hit her!"
"Really?" Thorny Rose cooed. Putting a finger to her full lips, she considered this new information carefully. Then, said plush lips slowly spread wider, into a huge smirk. "Well... what the hell, then?" And selecting her own pulsing once-valiant phallus out of her lineup, Thorny Rose tossed him out onto the table. "I'm in! And if he's lucky, so is he!"
Tilting their heads back, the villainesses let out a peal of raucous laughter. Then, leaning back in, they got back to it. Luscious lips smirking, they continued to play their little game. Meanwhile laid out before them, in the shadows of their heaving breasts, what was left of what had once been over two dozen of the proudest and best-hung super-men ever born could but twitch and wiggle helplessly... as they waited to find out what fate would next befall them as punishment for being heroes who had dared to come to Delta City.
00SUMMARY:
Having had their fill of tormenting him with machines and servants, the villainesses re-enter the room with Star God and finally take their pleasures from him directly. He gets ridden to climax inside them one by one, while being forced to use his hands and mouth to continuously service the rest. After both they and he have been exhausted, the reader is presented with a choice of endings. In the light ending, several actual Delta City heroines burst in at the last second to save the day. Making short work of the exhausted and naked villainesses, they then proceed to let Star God know the price of keeping quiet about his humiliating defeat: by stripping down and preparing to use him themselves as well. In an epilogue, Star God’s alter ego sits in a courtroom and weeps as he learns that his entire fortune will be taken from him, to pay child support for the villainesses and heroines who are all very visibly pregnant beside him. In the dark ending, Nightmare Witch absorbs Star God’s lifeforce to restore her energy, reducing him to a smoking skeleton, a few scraps of his costume… and his giant disembodied penis lying between his boots. In an epilogue, the villainesses get back together to play a poker game with each other… in which the twitching helpless genitals of Star God and many other defeated heroes serve as the principle currency.