Ms. Americana Interrogates a Prisoner

-        by Violator

Author’s Note – Ms. Americana and the other heroines who appear in this story are property of Mr. X.  So are they Mayhem Twins, who to my knowledge have only appeared in the story ‘The Trials of Ms Americana.’  They were a pair of dark-haired villainesses who used dildo-tipped weapons to fight and then interrogate Miss Americana. Unfortunately, my only surviving copy of that story is the raw text-free version so if they had individual names I do not know them.  But I liked their designs enough to want to use them again.  I wrote around that as best I could, but if someone does know their names (or if you have any other feedback) please send them to me at violatoremail@protonmail.com.  They appear prominently in another upcoming story so getting actual names for them would be helpful.

All characters in this story are fictitious.  Any resemblance of the events in this story to actual police interrogation procedures living or dead is purely coincidental.

Hit END for a short summary.

Smiling with relish, the Queen of Justice slowly strutted through DCPD Headquarters.  As she passed all the cops nad clerks turned and stared openly.  Their eyes gaped in disbelief at her super-human breasts as they jiggled by, straining the enormous cups of her patriotic bra, and at her spectacularly buxom ass jiggling past in its teeny tiny star-spangled thong.  But as she felt their eyes pour across her, Ms. Americana merely lifted her head a little higher, and let her smirk broaden.

‘Eat your hearts out, you male-chauvinist pigs,’ she thought, as one group of portly male officers gathered around the water cooler all stopped and stared in sudden silence, their flabby jaws hanging agape, as her stunning ass strutted past.

She also passed a number of female officers.  Miss Americana gave each of them the professional courtesy of a curt nod.  They responded in kind, more or less enthusiastically.  As they regarded the super-heroine each female officer displayed upon her face her own personal mixture of awe, envy… and, in more than a couple cases, lust.

Passing through an open cubicle farm – and past a sea of heads peeking at her over the tops of the walls to ogle her giant wobbling tits as she strutted past – Americana walked down a corridor and stopped at an open door.  Beyond, lay a dark and dim control room, lit mostly by the glow of numerous monitors.  The interrogation control room was packed with about three times the usual number of officers, all  of them men.

“Hello, boys,” Ms. Americana cooed down at them.

“Hello, Ms. Americana,” the duty officer said back up to the staggeringly hourglass-shaped figure that suddenly loomed and jiggled above him.  

“Is my subject ready?” she asked.

“Yes, he is,” the officer said.  

He turned back to his monitors, and pointed to the central one.  As he did so, he carefully tried to tuck the large bowl of popcorn he’d prepared back under his chair, and out of her sight.  Elsewhere, other men were hastily doing the same with the bottles of booze and boxes of tissues they’d brought – those that weren’t staring in gob-smacked awe at her tiny swooping panties and giant bra-straining jugs.  

“With Judge Oldman’s approval, the piece of scum known as prisoner 846352 is chained and waiting for your interrogation,” the officer said, pointing to his screen.  

Upon it, within a small cell, a massively muscular man in a prison jumpsuit waited, chained to a chair.  He was flanked to either side by slender, shapely, suit-clad women.  

“He is accompanied by that FBI agent lady… and his lawyer.”

“Don’t worry,” Ms. Americana purred, “I can handle her.  Now, you boys just sit tight and watch.”  Her smirk broadened – the popcorn, soda, and other goodies had not escaped her gaze, though she found them more amusing than worthy of attention.  “I’m sure you’re quite capable of that, if nothing else…” she cooed.

Then, turning, Americana gave them one last stunning look at her staggering ass before sauntering on her way.  Down the corridor, she entered the guard room for the interrogation cells.  There four armed and portly male officers lounging upon a couch hastily leaped to their feet.  One of them, holding a remote, hastily changed the channel on the large flat-screen television that lay before them.  But he wasn’t quite fast enough, and once more Americana got a brief look at the interior of the room in which her subject waited, before the channel changed to show the stained and mostly-empty drunk tank.  The man she was about to interrogate may have gunned down more than one of their own, but that apparently wasn’t enough to stop the DCPD from enjoying an opportunity for a live Ms. Americana show.

“At ease boys,” she said.  Her eyes flicked down to their pants, in which tiny but unmistakable boners had sprouted.  “If you can,” she added, in a smug purr.

Turning away from the still-gawking men without another word, Ms. Americana sauntered down the row of sound-proofed interrogation cells until she found hers.  It wasn’t hard – for hers was the only one at which two officers, both female and blonde, stood guard.  The blondes smiled at Americana as she came to stand before them – and they too could not help but lick their lips as their eyes darted up and down her spectacularly well-displayed and scantily-clad body.

“Hello, Ms. Americana,” one blonde cooed.  Her name tag read “Sandra.”  Producing a set of keys, without turning she reached down and, just below the point where her own shapely athletic thighs extended down from her short dark skirt, unlocked the door.

“Good luck in there,” the other purred as, also without turning, she reached out and pulled it open.  Her name tag read “Barbara.”

“Thanks,” Ms. Americana said, taking a moment to pose before them.  Her smile broadened, with relish.  “But I won’t need it.”  Then she sauntered through.

Standing in the tiny interrogation room, Ms. Americana put her hands upon her hips, and spread her legs wide.  She heard the door click and then lock behind her, sealing her inside.  Her smile only grew wider.  

Before her, two beautiful women stood to either side, their backs to the wall of the tiny white room.  Between them, a massive prisoner in an orange jumpsuit sat chained to a steel chair, with a small steel table before him.

She took a moment to examine them - letting them get an eyeful as well now that the main event was at hand.

To Americana’s right stood a gorgeous redhead wearing glasses and a grey, short-skirted suit.  She leaned against the wall and impatiently looked at her watch.  She had a nametag.  It read “Jessica West, Esq., Attorney at Law.”  

To Americana's left an athletic blonde stood ram-rod straight.  She wore a short-skirted suit as well, almost identical to Jessica’s save that it was jet black, and she wore sunglasses even though she was indoors.  Her tag read “Agent Weiss, FBI.”  

Above them, scattered strategically about the corners of the room, were four separate security cameras.  Though each was shielded by a little black dome, this was fooling no-one.  Through them, Americana knew, half the building was probably already watching her.  Her smile, already huge, just got even bigger.

 “Well, well, well…” she purred.  

Her eyes half lidded and a full smirk on her lips, she regarded the sullenly waiting prisoner with pleasure.  Then, sauntering forward, she stood in the center of the room, spread her legs, and put her hands on her hips.  

“If it isn’t Julius Turner, better known by his alias… now what was it?”  

She lifted a finger to her lips and tapped them, as, looking up at the ceiling, she made a big show of searching her noggin.  

“Oh, right.  Kop Killah.”  

Putting her hand back on her hip she let her eyes bore into his ugly, bruised face, as her eyes narrowed and her smirk broadened.  

“How’s that nickname serving you now, Julius?” she asked, observing smugly that he’d picked up a few new bruises in custody beyond the numerous ones she’d inflicted with her fists.

Julius shrugged.  “Nothin’ I can’t handle.  And should I remind you, bitch, I ain’t been convicted yet.  Just beaten up, jailed, and accused.”

“I know,” Ms. Americana purred.  “I’m the one who beat you, jailed you, and accused you.”  

She took a step forward, getting even closer to him, so that her sleek panties hovered just above the table before him.  

“Now let me tell you how this works.  I’m a super-heroine.”  

She put her right hand on her massive right breast, patting it through her straining flag-striped bra, as if to demonstrate.  

“Don’t fall for the lies your overpaid lawyer over there has told you.  If I take the stand?  The jury will believe me.  Every word I say.”  

Putting both hands on the table she leaned down and put her face close to his, which also let her huge breasts hang so low their jiggling tips nearly brushed the table.  

“Which is why you want to do anything you can to make sure that doesn’t happen.  Anything.”

“We want you to confess all of your crimes,” the FBI Agent said, in a flat growling voice.  “And give us the location of your gang’s hideout and of all your prisoners.  Do so and you get life in prison instead of the chair.”

“Ridiculous!” the red headed lawyer promptly cried.  Staring the impassive agent right in the sunglasses, she leaned forward and screamed.  “Dream on!  There’s no way you’re getting that deal!”

The two briefly fell to arguing, leaning forward to wave and squawk into each other’s gorgeous faces.  Ms. Americana paid no attention.  Instead, as their meaningless prattle echoed in the back of her head she slowly stood up, her gaze never straying from the prisoner’s eyes.  He looked right back up into hers from his chair, his battered face swollen and angry.

“What’s it going to be?” she cooed at him, once the other two had tired themselves out and sank back into mutual silence, propped against their respective walls.  “You prepared to knuckle under and lick boot?  Then go off to jail until your vaunted ‘pussy-taming’ penis rots off?”

The prisoner glared back at her for several seconds.  Turning his head, eyes never leaving her, he spat some blood onto the floor.  Then he turned back.

“You’re going to regret this Ms. Americana,” he said.

“Oh?” she asked, folding her arms beneath her massive breasts.  “How?”

“In the week since me and my gang rolled all up into this dumb pussy-ass town I fucked Green Specter, Wolf Woman, and Got Gal.”

“Is that a confession?” Agent Weiss asked, sharply.

“Nah,” he said, glancing at her.  “They asked for it.”  He looked back to Americana and smirked.  “In fact, by the end?  They were begging me to put them in my chains.”

“I find that difficult… in fact, impossible to believe,” Ms. Americana hissed.  Her buxom pantied hips swayed back and forth furiously as she glared death down at him.

“By the time I’m done with you, Ms. Americana,” he told her, eyes sliding up and down her hourglass-shaped body with relish, “Instead of fighting me, when you met me in that dark alley you’re going to wish you had just pulled down your panties, laid them at my feet, and begged me to do whatever I pleased with your pussy.”

Americana snorted.  

I beat you up with ease,” she said, glaring down into his bruised but unbroken black face, “and I’ll do it again, if needed, no matter what you have planned.”  Unfolding her arms, she put a hand back and slapped her own svelte round ass, defiantly.  “Come at me any time, punk,” she purred, smirking.

But at the buxom heroine’s defiance the brutish criminals’ thick bruised lips simply twisted up, into a sneering smirk.  Then he shrugged, his huge shoulders shifting heavily in the chains and under the loose prison-orange jumpsuit that constrained them.  

“Aight then.  You’ve convinced me.  I’ll confess,” he said.  “On one extra condition.  You give me a handjob, Ms. Americana.  Right here, right now.”

Ms. Americana’s jaw dropped, as did the other two ladies’ as well.

“That’s ridiculous!” the Queen of Justice gasped.  Her hands clenched into fists and trembled atop her buxom pantied hips.  It took all her willpower not to lean across the table and deck the chained-up prisoner right there in front of all four cameras.

“Of course it is!” the lawyer cried.  Turning down to her client, she gaped at him.  “What are you thinking?!  That is WAY too lenient!”

“I agree,” the FBI agent said, her voice flat.  She turned to the ravishing raven-haired heroine.  “Ms. Americana, you have to take that deal,” she said.

“Wh-what?!” Ms. Americana gasped.  Her head whirled and she gaped at the agent in surprise, her blue eyes spreading wide behind her proud patriotic mask.  “Wh-wh-WHY?”

“We get almost everything we want, in exchange for a small, brief indignity on your part,” the agent said to her.  “Why wouldn’t you do it?  You do care about justice above all else, don’t you?”

Ms. Americana stared at the FBI agent in shock, her head spinning.  Then she turned back and stared into Julius’s eyes.  “C’mon, Ms. Americana…” he purred, smirking at her.  “Do it.  I’ll let you keep the gloves on.”

Ms. Americana breathed deep, squirming.  Her heart was suddenly racing, and her pussy, strangely, was tingling.

“Alright,” she said at last.  Then she turned back to Julius, and glared.  “Wipe that smirk off your face,” she told him.  “You may get one last little victory here, but you’re exchanging it for a lifetime in jail.”

But Julius kept the smirk where it was.  “Move the table for her,” he said to his lawyer.

Her face twisted in fury, the lawyer nevertheless did as her client wished, picking up the small aluminum table with ease and setting it down in the corner.  Eyes flicking up and down and enjoying his first full look at Ms. Americana’s squirming, bikini-clad body, Julius slowly slid down in his seat and spread his legs to give her the best access.  In addition to having his hands cuffed to the chair behind him, his ankles were shackled to the leg rests.

“Go ahead bitch,” he said, nodding downwards.  “Take it out.  If you dare.”

Ms. Americana’s throat felt dry.  ‘His orange jumpsuit is so loose’ she thought, ‘I can’t see anything.  But he has a reputation… a big reputation.’  She swallowed.  ‘But…’ she reminded herself, slowly, ‘reputations are often just rumor.  No truth to them.’  She lifted her chin, feeling better.

“Patience is a virtue,” she chided him.  Then she slowly and gracefully sank to her knees.  She paused briefly, squirming upon her haunches, as she regarded his waiting crotch with a gasp.  Then, coming down onto all fours, she started to crawl forward, her buxom body wiggling pneumatically upon her hands and knees.

“That’s it,” Julius said, licking his lips as she wiggled closer.  “Crawl that big round ass over here and kneel it at my feet, super-bitch!”

Americana glared back up at him, as with each step of her hands and knees she moved closer to his feet.  “I will get you for this,” she assured him, her eyes flashing.

But inside, things were less serene.

‘Shit…’ Ms. Americana thought, as she slunk obediently toward him.  ‘The cameras…  The Delta City PD is getting everything…’  A shock of horror briefly pulsed through her.  And curiously, also a shock of moisture in her pussy, exposed, as it was, as a delicate panty-sheathed mound wiggling back and forth between her crawling thighs, perfectly displayed towards two of the cameras.  ‘No matter’ she thought, steeling herself.  ‘The Delta City police will destroy the tapes when I order them to – or else.  And no one will believe them without them.’

Finishing her crawl of shame Ms. Americana knelt at the thug’s feet and reaching up, stretching out across his body, took a light and delicate grip upon the zipper of his suit.  She paused briefly, breathing deep, making her huge breasts jiggle spectacularly just above his chest.  Then, in a long slow motion she zipped him down.

Instantly a huge shape, which she had thought just a long fold of cloth, slid over and popped out.  It nearly struck her in the face, but was stopped when it instead bounced gloriously off of and then up in between her tremendous hanging breasts.

“Oh!  Great JUSTICE!!!” Ms. Americana cried.  She gaped at his huge penis in disbelief as it lay cradled between her jiggling tits.  Then, with a yelp of panic she drove her mighty thighs down, tumbling rapidly backwards.  She toppled back to slam down onto her big well-rounded ass, her legs splaying wide, her hands shooting back to prop herself up before she went  all the way down.  Then, seated upon her squished scantily-clad ass at his feet, her panty-clad mound on display directly beneath his massive balls, she lay sprawled, mouth hanging open, gaping upwards in awe.  

“Your… your penis…” she whispered, her awed and terrified eyes sliding up and down his towering veiny girth in disbelieving dismay.  “It… it’s HUGE!”

Julius threw his head back and laughed, and laughed.  Eighteen inches of his thick black cock wobbled, erect, directly above his stunned and squirming foe.  “Hahaha!” he laughed.  “You didn’t know I had that lurking down there when you was beating me up did you bitch?”

“No…” Ms. Americana gasped, her eyes sliding up and down him in mind-boggled disbelief.  Lying on her ass with her thighs spread left her delicate mound presented straight up towards his huge cock, just moist enough that her pussy lips were slightly visible through her skimpy trademark panties.  As she gaped at it, her sleek muscular thighs wiggled slightly to either side of her cunt… almost as if they were regretting some of her decisions.  Then, with a deep breath, Ms. Americana got a hold of herself.  

“Not… not that it would have made any difference,” she said, lifting her head high and tearing her eyes off his dick in order to glare into his face.

“Of course it doesn’t make any difference,” Agent Weiss said.

Across from her, the luscious redhead was also goggling in wide eyed disbelief at her client’s penis.  She’d heard his bragadocious claims, of course, but had always rolled her eyes and turned back to her legal pad.  Now her breath came fast and shallow, her eyes tracing down him in awe.  Then, with a gasp, she too got a hold of herself, a fastidious hand quickly tugging a bit of her lustrous red hair back into place behind her ear as she pulled herself together.  

Meanwhile, across from her, Agent Weiss remained impassive, her gaze untraceable behind her glasses.  Though, at one point when she thought no one was looking, the statuesque blonde did slip out her little tongue and give her pretty lips a brief, moistening lick.  

“G-get on with it,” the Agent then said as, folding her arms beneath her ample suit-clad breasts, she quickly imposed her customary stony and impassive expression upon her half-concealed face.

“Alright,” Ms. Americana said.  Getting back up onto her knees, she looked at his penis again and breathed deep.  Reaching out a trembling hand, she touched it lightly, near the tip, and slowly stroked her fingers down its tremendous length.

“Oh… oh my God…” she whispered unnecessarily, her eyes going wide.  “It… it’s big…”

Coming up higher on her haunches, she gripped his enormous tip in the palm of her other hand and, using the first to cradle and squeeze his huge balls, she stroked slowly and gently up and down his huge length.

“Ah, yeah…” Julius cooed, sighing with pleasure.  “That’s good.”  He smirked.  “Now kiss it.”

“That… that wasn’t in the deal…” Ms. Americana gasped.  But her hands kept stroking him.  One finger traced, in awe, down a huge throbbing vein that ran nearly the entire length of his penis.

“I’m adding a condition, slut,” Julius purred, “on account it took your fat ass so long to get started.”

“Just do it,” Agent Weiss said, impatiently, as she stood by and watched.  “We need what he knows, and don’t have time to argue with him.”

Ms. Americana took a deep breath, making her giant titties wobble back and forth in her straining cups, level with his balls.  “Alright,” she whispered at last.  Breathing slow and hard, she tilted his penis up until it was pointed into her face.  Gaping down at it, she lightly stroked a few fingers over his glans, and gasped as streamer of precum drooled out of his tip.  Holding his penis gently, she slowly bowed her head.  Her full red lips quivered as they gently pressed a lingering kiss onto the side of his penis, just below his glans.  They withdrew with a soft gasp, and a shuddering inrush of breath.

“Mmm…” Julius purred, his bruised lips curling up.  “More.”

“What?” Americana gasped.

“More kisses,” he said.

Americana breathed deep, gazing at his penis.  A soft red lip print gleamed up at her from the side of his shaft, marking where the first had gone.  Then she let out a shuddering gasp, and squirmed.

“Alright,” she said, slowly bowing her head again.  “If… if this is what it takes to make you confess…”

Then she could say no more.  Holding his penis cradled in her hands, stroking it delicately with whatever fingers were free, Ms. Americana slowly slid her head down the side of his penis, pressing kiss after quivering kiss onto his veiny, happily throbbing criminal shaft.  The first few were like love pecks, brief and chaste.  But with each one, her lips lingered longer.  Soon, they were wet and sloppy, her drooling mouth slurping almost hungrily, almost worshipfully.  She worked down one side and then, changing sides with a gasp, slowly slurped her way up the other.  Finally, reaching his tip, she looked up into his eyes, her fingers dancing gently around his balls, and wrapping her lips around him, gave the apex of his gigantic penis a long, deep, succulent kiss.

“That’s good,” Julius said, looking down into her eyes as he enjoyed the warm wet tightness of her lips.  “Now suck it.”

Americana broke the kiss and jerked her head back with a gasp… leaving the brightest, clearest red lip-print yet shining like a glorious victory wreath round his penis.  “What?!” she gasped.

“I’m adding another condition,” the smug prisoner purred.

“This had better be the last one,” the FBI agent growled.  The demand had finally caused her to break her previously ramrod-still pose.  Stepping away from the wall, the shapely blonde had put her hands on her hips to glare at him beneath her sunglasses.

“It is,” Julius promised.  “The moment she starts swallowing my seed I start spilling my guts.”

“But…” Ms. Americana said, staring at his huge, already lip-print covered penis and squirming.

“It’s his last condition,” the agent said.  “Hurry up and just get it done, Ms. Americana!  Remember, we don’t have much time!”

Ms. Americana gaped down at the thug’s giant penis in shock.  She licked her lips.  “Al… alright…” she whispered.  

Squirming, breathing hard, Ms. Americana slowly lowered his penis until it was pointing straight at her.  Then, looking up into his eyes, she stretched out her lips and slowly spread them wide.  With great difficulty, she managed to wrap them around his tip.

“Mmmph!” she moaned, her entire body shuddering.

Eyes rolling up in her head, Ms. Americana managed to take a few short jerky strokes up and down the first few inches of Julius’s dick.  Then her head rushed back up with a moan, and her lips popped off him with a gasp.

“Oh, my God!” she said.  “It’s… it’s too big…”

“Get the lead out!” Julius said.  Panting hard and gaping at his dick in awe, Ms. Americana did not immediately reply, and his brows darkened.  Turning to his lawyer, he said, “Reach down there and show her who’s boss, will you?”

Jessica’s lips curled up in a grin.  “Gladly!” she purred.

“Oh, you wouldn’t d-DARE!” Ms. Americana cried, her voice rising in shock as, before she could otherwise react, the lawyer leaned down and slammed her palm hard up against Americana’s wiggling, panty-clad bottom.  Then she did it again, and again.  The swift tiny swats were like love pats to the likes of Ms. Americana, but still made her mighty buxom ass sting with humiliation.  “C’mon bitch, suck!” the lawyer demanded, laying one last swat way down low, dangerously close to Brenda’s nearly-unprotected pussy.  “You agreed to the terms.  Now stop stalling and suck my client’s dick, you fat-breasted cow!”

“Okay, okay!” Brenda finally gasped.  Leaning back in, a humiliated blush spreading across her cheeks, she slowly and with great difficulty wrapped her mouth around the glans of Julius’s cock.  But her lips stayed there, stretched taut and quivering in awe.

“Here,” another, flatter voice sounded.  “Let me help.”  And suddenly another hand appeared upon her body…  pressed to the back of her head.  Brenda’s eyes only had a moment to quiver in shock before, with startling strength, Agent Weiss shoved the Queen of Justice’s head down onto Julius’s cock… hard.

“MMmmmbbbblmm!!!” Ms. Americana squealed incoherently, her eyes going wide as dinner plates, as a massive spear of triumphant black flesh surged into her.

“Oh, yeah!” Julius howled.  His head rolled back and he shivered with pleasure, as Ms. Americana’s taut moist lips advanced farther and farther down his gigantic dick.  “That’s it!  Deep throat it, you fucking bitch!” he laughed.

Brenda whimpered, and gurgled.  Her mighty, curvy body wiggled in disbelief between Julius’s legs.  But there was nothing she could do.  Caught out of position, shamed to the point she could no longer resist, she could but blink her blue eyes wide and moan in disbelief as Agent Weiss’s firm hand forced her head lower and lower.  Julius’s immense cock-head forced her throat open and slammed on down her windpipe.  Ms. Americana’s pretty neck bulged out, as Julius’s criminal monster advanced steadily down it.  Her voluptuous bottom quivered in devastated panic, between Julius’s giant shoes… and still, impassively, Agent Weiss kept shoving the back of the heroine’s head, forcing her taut-spread lips even lower.

Still, despite her best efforts, Agent Weiss found her strength insufficient to force Brenda’s lips down the last few inches.  So, removing her hand, she stood up.  She observed the quivering, whimpering super-heroine for a few seconds.  Then, lifting her long sleek leg, she pressed the sole of her high-heeled shoe against the back of Brenda’s head.  In so doing, she lifted the hem of her short black skirt just enough for Julius to get a glimpse of what she had underneath.  Openly taking his peek, Julius grinned… and his long cock twitched eagerly inside Ms. Americana’s already overloaded throat.  

“Those are some pretty little panties, babe,” he cooed up at her.  “You getting up to something naughty, after?”

Agent Weiss gave him a cold glare.  “Keep your eyes on what you’re doing,” she advised him.

Then, with a firm shove of her foot down on Ms. Americana’s head, she slammed the Queen of Justice home.

“MBBBLBM!” Ms. Americana’s mouth moaned, helplessly, as the last devastating inches of Julius’s enormous cock surged down her throat.  Aided by Agent Weiss’s leg her lips surged down until they were at last pressed into his pubes.  Her gorgeous head ended up buried between his thighs, the tip of her tiara tickling against his belly.  Her mighty throat gurgled as it convulsed, helplessly, all up and down his massive veiny length.

“Oooh, yeaaah!” Julius howled.  Eyes rolling up towards the ceiling, his muscular body shivered in awe.

With a curt nod, Agent Weiss withdrew her high-heeled foot from the back of Brenda’s head… allowing her short black skirt to once more fall back down low enough that a disappointed Julius could no longer see anything.  Standing tall behind her, the stone-faced agent crossed her arms beneath her blazer-clad rack, and observed sternly.

But even as the agent’s foot withdrew, Ms. Americana stayed right where she had put her.  Brenda’s pretty blue eyes blinked wide, staring into Julius’s abs… and tears leaked out of them, down her masked cheeks, as she struggled to deal with what was happening to her.  Her lips, pressed into his pubes, slurped and shivered around his dick… as the stunned heroine seemed to seek, on instinct, to plead for succor in her plight by sucking on her opponent’s penis.

“Oh… oh gosh…” Jessica gasped.  Raising one hand up to her pretty lips she gasped in awe, as she realized she could see every twitch and throb of her client’s enormous phallus clear as day… via the enormous bulge his giant shaft was making in Ms. Americana’s slender and thoroughly-penetrated neck.  “She’s choking…” she whispered, as she watched a shudder pass down through the mighty heroine, jiggling down through her big hanging breasts and her giant ass, down through her muscular kneeling legs to the tips of her toes.

“She is…” Agent Weiss said.  Stepping to one side for a better view, she watched, concerned, as Ms. Americana’s heaving chest repeatedly tried to draw breath down her lips… and each time succeeded only in slurping her bright-red and tautly-sealed lips an inch up and down Julius’s delighted shaft.  Brenda’s mighty body, on its hands and knees, shook desperately back and forth, jiggling in its proud super-heroine bikini, as she struggled to take the criminal’s big cock.

“Oh, yeah!” Julius cackled, his body shivering with delight.  “Oh, fuck, YESSS!”

“If the super-heroine chokes to death on my client’s penis,” Jessica said – as another plaintive gurgle rose up from Ms. Americana’s gorgeous head, from where it struggled, impaled, just beneath the hem of the lawyer’s ultra-short skirt, “that doesn’t count as another murder.  Agreed?”

“It was by her choice, so of course not,” Agent Weiss said back.

“MBBBLM!” Miss Americana whimpered in horror.  Her eyes blinked wide and wild, over her absurdly well-filled lips.  She squirmed and wiggled upon her knees at her enemy’s feet, her buxom body shaking spectacularly in its proud little bikini.  She couldn’t handle it, her brain practically shut down.  Eyes filled with panic, she slowly pulled back, trembling and gagging, until a foot of thick black cock was extending out of her impossibly overstretched lips.  Then, with a moan, she stopped, unable to continue further even with extracting him.  She froze, her lips gurgling.  Then with a defeated moan she collapsed back down again.  Her eyes rolled up in her head as inch after inch of his penis slid back into her, until her lips were once more buried in his filthy pubes.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck!” Julius hissed, loving every second of it.  “If this super-slut chokes to death on my cock, this is going to be the best kill I ever made!”

“Is that a confession?” Agent Weiss asked, as she watched the Queen of Justice quiver on her knees, struggling to handle an enemy who she’d once put down in combat with almost effortless ease.

“Not yet,” Julius cooed, head rocking back with pleasure.  “But she’s getting me close!”

“Stop struggling and suck, Ms. Americana!” Agent Weiss said.  Reaching down with her PDA she too spanked the voluptuous super-heroine, hard, upon her rotund scantily-clad ass.

Somehow the words and the swat got through into Brenda’s dick-devastated brain.  With a desperate moan, Ms. Americana grabbed Julius’s legs and began pulling her head back.  Tears leaking from her eyes she gazed down at the huge dick in awe as it slowly slurped out of her quivering lips.  It took her a few tries, with the next couple, like the first, eventually ending in her collapsing moaning back into his crotch.  But each time it got a little easier until finally, with a last little groan, she managed to slurp her mouth up off his dick.

“Oh, Goddess!” she gasped, shuddering on her knees.  Her eyes flickered up and down him.  “Oh, Goddess…”

“Get back to it,” Agent Weiss ordered, sternly.  She held her PDA ready, to deliver another swat.  

But, her chastised mighty bottom wiggling inside her skimpy panties, Ms. Americana no longer needed the encouragement.  “Y-yes, Agent,” the Queen of Justice moaned, automatically.  Squirming in a little closer to her foe Ms. Americana closed her eyes, stretched out her neck and, with a hungry little quiver running through them, wrapped her lips around Julius’s cock again.  Looking up into his eyes, she pumped her head several times, slurping on only the first several inches of his penis.

“That’s it bitch,” Julius said, grinning down into her wide, blinking gaze.  “That’s it… c’mon.  You know you love it.”

Finally, with a little shudder in her buxom kneeling body and a preparatory gasp of breath, Ms. Americana went for it.  Her eyes leaked tears as her lips spread wider and wider, and more and more of his monstrous penis slammed down inside her.  Finally, her lips hit his pubes.  She shuddered in awe, then, with a slow moan, she drew back up off him until her lips were trembling around his tip.  And then, she did it again, and again.

“Oh, yeah!” Julius gasped, as her raven hair bobbed furiously up and down every last inch of his immense dick.  “Ha ha ha!  You sluts learn whatever you want – Ms. Americana just learned how to deep-throat my dick!”

“Good job!” Jessica laughed.  Leaning down she gave Ms. Americana’s trembling bobbing head a congratulatory pat, like she might give to a particularly stupid pet.  She stood up, folded her arms, and, smirking, enjoyed the noisy slurping.  “At least she got one thing inside that bimbo brain,” she sneered.

“That’s it, heroine,” Agent Weiss said as she too watched, Americana’s taut-spread quivering lips reflected perfectly in her mirrored sunglasses as they slurped up and down the bottom few inches of his immense shaft.  “Suck his dick.  Make that criminal cum!”

Moaning, blushing, Brenda did as she was told.  Eyes wide and lips quivering, she pounded her pretty head up and down Julius’s cock.  Desperate to make him come quickly, she gave the foul criminal a gift no man had ever gotten before – the Queen of Justice fellating his dick with every ounce of skill, of talent, and of eager worshipfulness her super-human mouth was capable of.  Her tongue stroked him, teased him, caressed almost lovingly over his evil beast.  Her mighty mouth sucked hard, for all it was worth, upon every inch of his pulsing bulk she could cram inside.  Her plush full lips kissed at his tip, shivering and dripping with drool, every time she pulled all the way back – and then spread out almost to the point of vanishing as, once more, moaning and trembling on her knees, the buxom bikini-clad champion did her best to take him all the way.

“Oh, yeah!” Julius said.  His eyes rolled upwards, a big goofy grin on his face as Brenda’s tiara-crowned head bobbed and slurped, loudly and vigorously, up and down his dick.  “Oh, fuck yeah!” he laughed.  “This bitch is GOOD!”  Looking down, seeing her full panty-clad ass wiggling in panicked awe – appearing, from his point of view, just above the top of her slurping shivering head – he waggled his tongue and leered.  “You been wanting this BAD, ain’t ya, bitch?” he asked.

Upon her knees, Ms. Americana moaned.  But pushing thoughts of his mockery out of her mind – assisted by the vast quantity of cock repeatedly plunging through her head – she focused every ounce of her noble and voluptuous being on making her prisoner cum.

But that proved easier said than done.  Despite the immense amount of pleasure she was providing – far more than an ordinary man could possibly have handled – Julius merely lounged back, sneered down at his big-breasted rival, and enjoyed – and enjoyed, and enjoyed, and enjoyed.  For minute after minute the Queen of Justice labored heroically upon her knees, her buxom panty-clad hips squirming atop her boots between his wide-spread feet, to worship her defeated enemy’s schlong – to no avail.

“Hurry up, super-heroine,” Agent Weiss snapped, after spending several minutes observing the Queen of Justice’s  jutting thong-clad ass jiggle in shock before her, every time her raven-haired head sank low.  “We haven’t got much time!”

With a moan, Americana slurped up, and popped her bruised lips off the criminal captive’s penis.  “I… I know…” she whispered.  Extending her tongue, she gave a little lap around his giant tip, before continuing.  “I’m… I’m trying as hard as I can!” she whined.

“Well use your half-empty brain, and try something else,” the agent said, impatiently.

Americana took a deep breath, and gave him another lick.  “Yes… yes, ma’am,” she said.

Blinking up into her foe’s gaze, Miss Americana tried pulling her head back up off his dick and caressed her tongue, in glistening little circles, round and round his enormous glans.  He cooed with pleasure, and called her a slut.  Then she hoisted him up and, her gloved hand pumping furiously up and down his mammoth shaft, she applied her lips and tongue to slurping and licking at his balls.  He sneered, and called her a whore.  Standing up, she put both hands on his chest and looked him in the eye as she lapped her tongue along his glans, while below, her huge bra-cup-straining breasts gently rubbed and bounced around his shaft.  Julius leered into her wide-blinking eyes, and called her his bitch.

With a groan, Miss Americana fell back to her knees, and sucked.  And sucked.  She sucked him fast and shallow, moaning softly as her loud slurps built and washed over each other.  She got down low and sucked slow and deep, her eyes gazing up the entire length of his body as her lips shuttled back and forth around only the last few inches of his shaft.  And, moaning, eyes rolling in her head, she battered herself in the face with his cock, pounding her head back and forth from balls to tip as fast and furious as she could manage.

Finally, at very long last, Julius’s titanic penis began to twitch and pulse.

“Oh, fuck!”  he said, chains clanking as she shuddered in his chair.  “I’m gonna fucking lose it!”

Brenda’s eyes went wide.  It had happened during what seemed like just another suck.  She stared down at the massive shaft extending a few inches out of her mouth in confusion - the rest being inside her.  Within her mouth, her tongue rose up and gave his gargantuan shaft a tender, experimental lick.

“Oh, heck yeah!” he said.  “I’m cumming!” he screamed and, slamming his hips up into Brenda as much as his bonds allowed, he unleashed a massive load of cum up into her throat.

Brenda’s eyes went wild behind her mask.  Gurgling and whimpering in wide-eyed horror, her trembling lips started instinctively shooting back up Julius’s immense length, trying to escape his surging flow.

“Hold her down!” Julius commanded, before she got more than halfway up his immense dick.  “Make her take it all!” he shouted, as his cumming cock pulsed with triumphant spewing fury.

Instantly, two pairs of hands appeared upon either side of Brenda’s retreating head and clenched tight, freezing her in place.   Ms. Americana’s eyes spread wide, gaping down into Julius’s enormous twitching shaft in disbelief, as she suddenly found herself held fast before his discharging weapon.  But she didn’t have long to contemplate this betrayal, nor to express her objections.  Pumping his hips with brutal and uncaring power, Julius furiously fucked Brenda’s face, howling with pleasure and triumphant release as he poured cock and seed into the quivering helpless mouth of the woman who’d beat him down and brought him in.  And with each spurt or dribble of seed he unleashed into her, his rolling, ecstatic head announced another crime.

“I raped Got Gal!” he cried, slamming his huge dick up into Ms. Americana’s taut-spread and helplessly trembling lips.  Brenda’s eyes leaked tears, like transparent cum trying to escape, as still more poured into her.  “I raped Wolf Woman!” he said, slamming home another spurting heavenly thrust into the depths of her tight hot throat.  “And that big tittied-blonde slut, Green Spectre!  I fucked em all and made em my slaves!”  His flow was slackening, as was his dick, but he kept right on pounding the Queen of Justice’s quivering lips besides.  A bit of cum leaked from them down onto the balls from which it had come.  “I got em naked in a cage, with thirty other Delta City sluts besides,” he said.  “They my whores now, and the moment they talk back, I’m gonna put them on an auction block and sell ‘em away!”

With one last howl of pleasure he slammed his dick hard into Brenda’s mouth.  Then he pulled back and collapsed in his chair.  His enormous member slurped from her devastated lips, leaving them gaping and drooling.  The hands withdrew from Brenda’s head.  She wavered upon her mighty kneeling thighs, and then slowly collapsed back onto her buxom ass like a puppet with cut strings.  She lay there, at his feet, panting for breath and gaping up at his drooling black dick as if in the process of spewing its load into her it had forced out whatever was left of her brains.

“Is that all the charges?” Jessica asked.  “I lost track.”

“Oh, there are only about a hundred or so others,” Agent Weiss said, scanning her PDA.  “Murder of four cops in cold blood, breaking and entering, resisting arrest, theft of a police vehicle, a few dozen counts of property destruction therewith…  uh, five counts of jaywalking…”

“She hasn’t swallowed it all yet,” Jessica noted, pointing down at Ms. Americana and smirking.

Brenda blushed.  Her eyes swiveled downwards.  Her lips hung open, and a streamer of cum was pouring from them.  With a soft sigh, she closed her lips and, with several loud gulps that made her huge breasts shake in her straining bra, gradually swallowed it all down.  With a gloved finger, she quickly snagged the dangling strand, and brought it back to her lips.  Looking the lawyer right in the eye, she put the finger in her mouth, sucked the cum off clean, and glared.

Observing it all in silence from where he lay in his metal seat, looking like the most relaxed and satisfied man on Earth, Julius grinned.  “Yeah,” he said lazily, “I did all that shit too.”

Agent Weiss nodded, and checked off an item on her tablet.

Slowly, shakily, Brenda stood.  Her squirms and struggles upon her knees had mussed her bikini up a bit.  Reaching down to her tits and back to her ass, Ms. Americana fastidiously pulled her illustrious bra and panties back into perfect position upon her body, before once more adopting a power stance and gazing down at the limp-dicked prisoner before her.

“Satisfied?” she hissed.

“Very,” he said, grinning.

“I hope so,” she said.  “Because that’s the last blowjob a woman is ever going to give you.  Enjoy prison, creep.  Assuming the cops even let you get that far.”  And turning, she showed him her ass as she made for the door.

“Ms. Americana,” Agent Weiss suddenly said.  “We’re not done here.”

Brenda whirled.  “We’re not?” she gasped, stunned.  “He… he gave a full confession.  H-how can we not be done?!”

“What we have,” Agent Weiss said back impassively, “is confirmation that he has three super-heroines in captivity, and thirty other sex slaves besides.  Now we need to know where they are and how they are guarded, and we need to know it now.  Knowing he’s in custody his gang will probably move them, but without their leader they’ll be slow and disorganized.  We need that information, and we need it fast!”

Julius looked up at Agent Weiss with a smirk, and then back at Brenda.  “What she said,” he gloated.

Brenda stared.  Then slowly her gaze slid down to his massive, dripping penis.  It was, she couldn’t help but notice, already getting hard again.  Her lips prints were still visible on its wrinkly shaft in several places, though smeared quite a bit by the furious sucking she’d done.  She licked her battered lips, and drew a slow breath.

“Just… just give him the original deal,” she said, waving a hand wearily.

“Ms. Americana!” Agent Weiss gasped, her gorgeous and sunglasses-clad face looking shocked for the first time.  “That would mean you gave him a blowjob for free!”

“I don’t care,” Brenda said.  “Let’s just get this done.”

Jessica, meanwhile, whirled to her client, her face aghast.  “You would be a FOOL not to take that deal!” she said.

“What?” he sneered.  “A half hour ago you said it was ridiculous!”

“That was before you CONFESSED, idiot!” she hissed.  She paused momentarily.  “I’ll admit,” she said, her voluptuous hips swaying back and forth in her short skirt, “as plea deals go, what you got was pretty special.  But… but now they can and will nail your balls to the wall.  Even if it would take a… lot of nails.”  Her eyes dropped down and enjoyed a detour down to the gargantuan base of his dick.

He smirked, as his pretty and expensive lawyer took a moment to ogle a potentially superior form of payment for her services.  Then he shook his head.  “Whatever, I still ain’t taking it,” he said.  He turned his gaze back to Americana, who was still wiping a bit of his cum off her lip, and grinned.  “I still want something out of the Queen of Sluts there.  Or rather, off of her.”

“Off of me?!” Ms. Americana said.  Stepping forward, she put her hands on her hips and glared down at him, the fury of a thousand suns burning in her eyes.  “What would you even dare to demand of me now?!”

His grin broadened.

“I want your bikini, bitch,” he said.

“What?” Americana gasped.

“Your bra, and your panties,” he told her.  He nodded toward the floor.  “I want you to take them off.  I want you to stand before me naked, and lay them at my feet.  I want to own them.  When I go to prison, I’m gonna take em’ with me and hang up in my cell, so no guard or prisoner ever doubt me when I tell em’ how the Queen of Boobies sucked my dick.”

Americana stared at him, breathing hard.  Then she tilted her noble head back, and gazed down at him imperiously.  Instinctively, her left hand dropped down to touch the front of her requested panties.  Her right rose up and touched the edge of her giant straining bra-cup.  “Out… out of the question!” she hissed.  The fingers of one hand caressed gently up and down the swooping surface of her bikini panties.  The other traced the edge of her bra, while her enormous cleavage shook back and forth between her huge cups with her outraged squirming.  “The Queen of Justice does not strip for a common criminal,” she said.  “Ever!”

Julius shrugged, and grinned.  “Then I guess you don’t see your friends again,” he said.  “Oh well.”

“He’s right,” Agent Weiss said.  Turning her head, she looked at Brenda.  “Are you really unwilling to trade a few scraps of cloth, and a bit of your own pride, to save three of your own friends from being the sexual playthings of criminals?  Not to mention all the other young women we know he has in chains.”

Ms. Americana’s look of righteousness shook upon her gorgeous face.  “Oh… Goddess…” she whispered.  Her fingers, pressed to the center of her proud super-panties, shivered… and then caressed nervously up their skimpy edge.

On the other side, the lawyer’s eyes flashed.  “That’s right,” she cooed.  Now that her client had gone and confessed, she seemed to give in to her desire to see the haughty heroine shamed.  “You’d rather see all those other heroines pounded flat by big long criminal cocks, than appear before my client nude?” she asked.  Her own hand, reaching down, toyed with the hem of her ultra-short skirt, just a few inches below her pussy, as said imagery flowed through her.  She smirked.  “Some super-heroine you are!” she teased.

“Oh… Great Justice…” Ms. Americana hissed.  Standing before them, her lips trembled.  Her mighty thighs pressed tight together, just beneath the crotch of her panties.  But at last, she could see no other option.

“V-very well!” she hissed.  She glared at both women, and at the grinning prisoner before her.  “ I will do it,” she said.  Turning her gaze down, she looked into Julius’s eyes.  “L-let’s get this over with!” she said.

 “Sure,” he said.  He grinned.  “Let’s do it step by step…   lose your bra and you learn the street.”

Ms. Americana breathed deep, and glared.  A shiver ran up her spine.  Somehow, in the moment, talking about taking off her bikini in the abstract had seemed easy.  ‘What was the big deal?’ she had thought.  But now, standing before him, the individual piece was not.  Slowly, ever so slowly, both hands rose up to her enormous breasts.  Slowly, bending forward, her thumbs crept along the base of her strap seeking out her catch.  Then they arrived at it…and froze.

‘Shit’ she thought, caught bent over before her smirking foe with her huge, jiggling boobies dangling right down before his face.  ‘The cameras are still running…’  If they hadn’t intervened by now, she could only imagine the entire DCPD headquarters staff were clustered around their various monitors, jerking it and eagerly munching popcorn.  ‘Bastards’ she thought.

“C’mon bitch,” Julius cooed, looking like he could enjoy some popcorn himself as he enjoyed his view right down Ms. Americana’s cavernous cleavage.  He was savoring the anticipation of getting to see her huge tits naked, and it was turning him on… as evidenced by the speed with which Ms. Americana’s humiliated display was making his limp dick get hard again.

Unable to look him in the eye, Ms. Americana turned her head, gasped… and finally undid the catch.

Like lids leaping from a failing pressure cooker Ms. Americana’s overloaded bra cups promptly burst away from her flesh.  With a rush of breath Ms. Americana shot to her feet, and her hands shot up to clutch the loose cups to her breasts.  She gazed into her smirking foe’s eyes, breathing hard… which, combined with her violent motion, made her liberated boobies shake and jostle fascinatingly underneath her loosened cups.  A blush spread across her cheeks, and she gasped, as she saw he was already almost completely hard.

She couldn’t help herself.  Hands trembling atop her imperiled jugs, her eyes slowly slid down from his face and stared at his dick.  Her breath quickened… making the jiggling of her breasts do likewise.  Sloooowly, her eyes slid down the length of his penis.  Her hands trembled around the tips of her breasts.

Finally, Ms. Americana’s eyes arrived at his enormous hanging nutsack.  They were the same balls that had poured a torrent of cum into her which was, even now, pooling in her flat fertile belly.  She breathed deep, and a tremble ran through her.

Staring right at her enemy’s balls, Ms. Americana’s hands trembled… and then slowly dropped away, taking her bra cups with them.  She stood before him with her tremendous breasts jiggling, naked, and completely exposed, for his pleasure.  And pleasure he took.  At the sight of her massive titties his huge dick instantly surged up to its full and spectacular length.

It had ravaged her face for an hour… and now, mere minutes later, at the simple sight of her breasts, it was ready to fuck again.

Breathing hard, Ms. Americana turned her body slightly.  Unable to help herself, one arm rose up to clutch protectively over her breasts.  It was nowhere near enough of course, and silky shapely rolls of breast-fat from both enormous jugs promptly jiggled and bulged around every inch of it.  Meanwhile, she extended her other hand out before him, her bra dangling from it.

“Take it,” she hissed down at him.  Her hand trembled, making the bra wiggle back and forth.  It brushed his dick, as if caressing it.  “My bra is yours forever, to hang as an obscene trophy in your cell.  If the authorities take it away, I will give you another.”

Then she dropped it.

It fluttered in the air as it fell, and snagged on his dick, draping down so that each of her massive cups cradled at the side of one of his huge balls.

“Fix that for me will you?” he asked his lawyer.

“Gladly,” she purred.  Her hand dropped down.  She could not help gasping, her hand trembling slightly, as it brushed his cock.  Then, plucking off the bra, she knelt down, folded it neatly, and laid it at her client’s feet, directly beneath his balls.  Then she stood, primly smoothed her skirt, smirked, and backed up to once more enjoy the show.

“Thanks, bitch,” he said, to the now topless and jiggling Ms. Americana.

“You’re welcome,” she hissed back, blushing and furious.  She had both hands on her breasts.  “Now tell me the street.”

“Put your hands down first, slut.”

Gasping, she did so.  Her hands trembled slightly as they dropped away.  With difficulty, she put them on her hips.  Lifting her chin she glared at him defiantly, her enormous bare boobies swaying pneumatically back and forth, clear and unobstructed, for her enemy’s viewing pleasure.  “Well?” she asked.

“They on Johnson Street,” he said.

“That runs through half the city!” Ms. Americana gasped.  She stamped her foot instinctively… which immediately caused her massive newly-naked breasts to slosh and sway ponderously, in deliciously pneumatic display, before her leering foe.

Julius grinned, and took his time to enjoy every last jiggle, before he replied.  “Well, then, bitch…  you do what you shoulda done instead of fighting me?  And I’ll tell you the block.”

Ms. Americana trembled.  One hand reached over and brushed, nervously, down the sleek swooping front of her skimpy, star-spangled panties.  Then, with a rush of breath, she forced her hands back to her hips and raised her chin defiantly.

“You mean take off my bottoms,” she whispered.

“I mean pull down your goddamn panties, you slut,” he commanded.  He grinned, leering evilly up at the topless top-heavy heroine.  “Pull down your panties, and lay them at my feet,” he told her.

Ms. Americana breathed deep.  “Alright,” she said, voice shuddering slightly.  “As… as you wish…”

But, again, saying was easier than doing.  Her thumbs trembled as she slowly hooked them through the hip straps of her panties.  Breathing hard, she slowly pulled her thumbs forward, pulling the swooping skimpy crotch of her panties away from her succulently curved flesh.  Then, for several seconds, she could not force herself to pull them down.  Her head tilting back she gave him a sultry glare of defiance, her snarling lips trembling, while her gloved hands rose and twisted, pulling her stretched panties higher first on one side then the other.

But the sight just made him chuckle gloatingly, and made his dick twitch hungrily.  To her humiliation-clouded, panty-imperilled eyes, he was starting to look more like a king upon a throne than a prisoner shackled to a simple steel chair.

“You’re a beast,” she hissed at him.

“You’re a slut,” he shot back, “and you’re going to prove it.”  His grin broadened.  “Now… why don’t you show us how a super-heroine surrenders?”

She breathed deep.  Then, with a defeated moan, she bent low before him.  Her raven hair fell down to wash around his feet, while her buxom thong-backed ass lifted up for his viewing pleasure.  Giving him a perfect view as her trembling, chastened hands slowly slid back, and lifted the star-spangled back of her panties up out of her deep, silkily curved ass crack.  His chuckles grew louder, into mocking laughter.  Americana moaned, squirming and bent over before him… but continued to strip.  His laughter grew as her trembling hands pulled her panties back over her ass.  Jessica’s peeling female lawyer laugh joined his in mocking her, as the mighty lawgirl who had threatened her client slowly pulled her panties down her sleek and mighty thighs.  When they passed her knees, her panty crotch caught on the cuffs of her boots.  Ms. Americana gasped, wiggling and tugging, as her panties stretched out from her boots and refused to budge… keenly aware both of the laughter rolling around her and that her uplifted, leaking pussy, visible between her thighs, was facing right into the view of two merciless cameras… behind which the entire DCPD might as well have been gathered.  Finally, the crotch of her panties slipped through the space between her boots and rocketed to the floor.

With a gasp, Ms. Americana shot back to her feet, and stood before her smirking foe completely naked.  Her proud and famous panties clung in a tiny, humiliating fetter around her booted ankles.  Putting her hands upon her buxom jiggling body she moaned.  She squirmed, helplessly… and her teeny tiny panties stretched and snapped back together repeatedly as her booted feet stamped and shifted like the hooves of a mare before her stallion.

“Hehehe…” Julius giggled.  His eyes bore in on Ms. Americana’s crotch where, beneath her protectively clutched gloved hand, he could see some early morning dew leaking out between her fingers.

“Asshole!” Ms. Americana hissed, hands clutched protectively over her voluptuous naked body.

“Just take em off and hand em over, bitch!” he purred back, grinning.

Americana seethed and glared, but ultimately she had no choice.  Gorgeous head turning to avoid looking at him, she let out a soft, accepting gasp.  Eyes turning down, she slowly, daintily, slid her feet out of her panties.  Bending low, she picked them up.  Pride returning to her, she slid one hand back onto her ass, letting the leering criminal get a good look at every inch of her jiggling nude body.  Standing back up, she held the panties before her between thumb and forefinger.  Reaching out with one arm, she dangled them before him.  The tiny discarded panty swayed delicately back and forth from her lone outstretched finger, before his grinning criminal leer.

“Here,” Ms. Americana gasped, breasts and bush both completely exposed.  “Here are my panties.  Take them as your perverted trophy!”

With a soft gasp, she let them drop.  They landed in a tiny heap, directly between the giant sprawling cups of her already-fallen bra.  Backing up, Ms. Americana had to fight the sudden urge to lift her hands up above her head.  Instead, growling with defiance and a pink blush upon her still masked face, she put both hands defiantly upon her buxom round hips and let him get an eyeful.  “Now,” she growled, “Tell me the block!”

Julius grinned.  “They between 12th and 14th, slut,” he said.

Ms. Americana breathed deep.  Those intersections were all very close.  Her friends could not be more than a few hundred yards away, at that very moment.  Her desire to rescue them rose heroically within her… manifested as a further tenting out of her nipples, and an extra dollop of moisture rolling down out of her pussy.

Agent Weiss, meanwhile, was all business.  She was busy tapping away on her tablet.  She looked up.  “There are 206 individual addresses within those bounds, Brenda.  We cannot raid them all.  We need a number.”

Ms. Americana breathed deep.  Gathering all the imperious dignity she could standing before him, stripped naked, she looked Julius sternly in the eye.  “What do you want now, Julius?” she asked.  “My gloves?”  She tugged the cuff of one glove with the fingers of the other.  “My boots?”

“Naw,” Julius said, lounging back in his bonds and grinning.  “I already got your bikini, babe.  You want the address you got to go to the next level…”

“My… my mask?” Ms. Americana breathed.  Her fingers rose up to brush her face.  Her glare intensified.  “I warn you,” she hissed, squirming, “there’s no way I will agree to that!”

“Naw, not your mask, slut.  You prettier with it on, anyways!”  He leered, his eyes boring in to the leaking space between her belly and her thighs.  “Nah…” he said, admiring her naked body.  “If you want to know where to send your goons to penetrate my hideout, first you got to open up like a heroine should… and let me invade yours.  Let me spend a little time up in there, and what you want is yours.”

Her head was so aswirl with shock and emotion, standing naked before him in the heart of DCPD headquarters, that it took her a few seconds to realize what he meant.  ‘My… hideout?’ she thought, her masked face wrinkling with confusion – and, for just a moment, beneath her ravishing black mane her thoughts turned to her underground base.

Then it finally clicked what he meant.  Instantly, despite all the moisture it had accumulated while sucking and stripping for his pleasure, a flood of creamy goo appeared in every inch of her pussy.  Her breath quickened, and her face grew flushed.  For just a second she stared at him in disbelief.

Then, her face twisted into a snarl.  Putting both gloved hands down, she placed them protectively over her pussy – just moments too late to keep her audience from seeing the glistening coating that had suddenly appeared upon her lower lips.  She shook her head emphatically, her sable hair whipping back and forth around her.

“NO!” she said.  Her hands clutched tighter, over her naked pussy.  “Absolutely not!  NEVER!”

Julius chuckled, at her attempted rejection.  “What’s the matter, baby?” he asked.  “Scared?  Don’t think you can handle it?”  He leered up at down her incredibly, glowing curves.  “Terrified I might convert you?” he asked.

Ms. Americana sucked in a deep breath, centering herself.  “Absolutely not,” she said.  “There is… is absolutely nothing a mighty heroine like me fears less than… than being penetrated by the likes of you.”  Casting her eyes down at him, she gave him a look like he was something she had found on the bottom of her shoe.  “To be honest,” she purred, smirking at him, “it’s you who should fear me.  I geld men like you for breakfast.  You’ll be lucky if I even notice you inside me!”

Julius looked her up and down, and smiled.  “Well if that’s true, babe… you’ll have nothing to fear from taking away your hands.”

Americana took a sharp breath.  A tingle ran up her spine at the very thought.  But her pride would not let her back down.

“Of… of course not!” she hissed.  Her red-gloved hands trembled… and then slowly withdrew, sliding out from between her silky muscular thighs.  Not knowing what to do with them, one slid back and perched upon her magnificently rounded bare ass.  The other rose up and ran through her raven hair, and then clutched the back of her head.  Posing nude before the prisoner like a model trying to win favor on the runway, Americana’s eyes flashed.  “See?” she hissed down at him.  Her hands trembled upon their perches.  “I am not the least bit concerned!” she asserted.

For a moment, all three took a moment to gape at the show they were getting in awe.  Arrayed before them, jiggling and nude, Ms. Americana’s body was stunning enough to compete with any bikini model.  With her hands no longer in the way her pussy now shone softly in the light.  As they watched, a glistening tendril of her self-produced lubricants slowly extended down from her exposed labial lips, swaying back and forth as she squirmed.  Soon it hung down three inches between her curvy muscular thighs, a large droplet forming at its tip like a pendulum.  Her gorgeous head lifted high and busy fuming with outrage, Ms. Americana was the only one in the room not aware of the tell-tale tendril’s existence.

Her lips hanging open slightly, redheaded Jessica stared at the superheroine’s shining tendril, and had to fight down a brief twinge of jealousy that she could not get so wet so readily.  Then she raised a finger, and tapped it thoughtfully to her cheek.  “Wait,” she said.  “If you don’t fear getting  my client’s cock pounded into you,” she said, finding a certain inspiration to her choice of words, “then why are you refusing his offer?  After all – it’s either you getting a deep criminal dicking once – or all your friends getting them over and over.  Shouldn’t that be a no-brainer for a super-heroine?”

Her jaw dropping open, Ms. Americana gasped in shock.  A tingle ran up her spine, as she realized she had hoist herself up with her own bravado.  She squirmed, violently – and her buxom hips swung wide enough back and forth that the little shining tendril splattered up onto her flesh, and then went running down her creamy inner thigh.  Moments later, another began to form in its place.  Taking a deep, breast-jiggling breath, she composed herself, her mind racing.

“Because,” the Queen of Justice said in reply, “I might get pregnant.”  The hand clutching to her ass slid around, up and over her swollen round hip, and  caressed nervously at her broad flat belly.  One finger slid in and out of her little belly button, which peeked out just above her gleaming belt.  “I am at the time when my womb is extremely fertile.  I don’t expect you to care,” she said, eyes darting down to glare at Julius.  “But certainly both of you ladies understand?” she said, looking up at each of them hopefully.

Julius grinned, his eyes still glued to her glistening pussy.  “Well if that’s your only objection,” he said, “I can just wear a condom.  Simple enough.”

“Sounds fair,” Agent Weiss said, nodding.

“Agreed,” Jessica said.

Ms. Americana’s jaw tumbled open.  She let out a gasp of shock and her body trembled.  Then her eyes, as if drawn down helplessly under an external power, turned down to gape at his gigantic penis.  It throbbed eagerly before her, like some ancient monster gloating over its impending victory.

“Surely… surely you cannot have one big enough,” Ms. Americana whispered, her blue eyes slowly tracing up and down his enormous dark shaft in disbelief.  “He’s… HUGE!”

Jessica chuckled.  “Actually,” she cooed, reaching into her purse, “I do.”

 Withdrawing from her little designer purse, her fingers emerged holding a gigantic condom package, three times the size a normal man might use.  The label upon the wrapper said ‘XXXXXL – Ultra Magnum.’  

At the look on the other women’s faces, Jessica had the good grace to blush.  “I come prepared to receive any form of payment from my clients,” she admitted.  Turning her head, a slight blush on her cheeks, she briefly gave Julius a shy, wan smile.  Then her gaze turned back to Americana and her smile spread into a wide, cruel grin.

“Oh… God…” Ms. Americana whispered, as she stared at the condom package in shock.  Just below Jessica’ thumb, she could see the words ‘ultra-thin latex – skin-on-skin feel!’.  The giant package left a lot of room for words.  On the bottom half, in a fit of optimistic marketing, the condom manufacturer had gone so far as to label their terrifying creation the ‘Ribbed for her Pleasure:  Special Super-Heroine Destroyer Edition!’ in large red letters, followed by the slogan ‘Guaranteed to make the hottest bitches beg you for more, or your money back!’

“Oh, my Goddess…” Ms. Americana said, reading back over the words in disbelief.  She licked her lips, her blue eyes wide.  Curiously, down below, the growth of the shining tendril swaying between her thighs suddenly sped up considerably.

“So, what’s the hold up, superheroine?” Agent Weiss said impatiently, one hand on her black-skirt-clad hip.

“Oh!” Ms. Americana gasped.  Startled, she tore her eyes off the giant condom, and whirled to face the agent.  “What?” she gasped.

“We have a condom,” the agent said.  “He’s willing to use it.  What’s the problem?”

“Oh…” Ms. Americana gasped.  Her eyes darted back and forth, from the stone-faced agent to the smirking lawyer, to the leering criminal, and back again.  She felt a corkscrew sensation go up her spine, like a hot slut in the hands of a master pick-up artist who, upon finding her every objection deftly deflected, is just starting to realize her night is going to end with his cum inside her… and she hasn’t even gotten his name.  

“But…” the mighty heroine gasped, squirming pneumatically before them.  “But, I could never.  It wouldn’t…  He’s too big.  I’m a super-heroine!”

“So?” Julius asked.  He grinned like a pimp, as her giant boobies bounced gloriously before him.

“You already sucked and stripped,” Jessica pointed out.

“You can’t do this?” Agent Weiss asked.  She shook her head, sternly, her full red lips in a dour frown beneath her gleaming glasses.

Ms. Americana blushed deeply, and squirmed.  “J-just the tip?” she asked at last, hopefully.

For the first time in a while, one finger strayed down between her thighs, and stroked lightly over her pussy lips – as if testing herself, to make sure she could handle that much.  As her finger stroked over her pussy, she gasped as she felt just how wet she had become. She drew it back up guiltily to her hip – a shining tendril of her own slime hanging off it.

Julius shook his head, no.  “Balls deep,” he informed the super-heroine.  “As rough and as hard as I like.  And we keep going until I cum inside you – no matter how many times you do.”

At this remark, Ms. Americana recovered some of her prideful composure.  “Don’t be ridiculous!” she hissed at him.  

“So we have a deal?” Jessica asked.

Ms. Americana heaved a huge sigh, and then nodded.  “Yes,” she said softly.  “For his information… I will take his penis inside me.”  Composing herself, she put both hands on her hips and glared down at him.  “So long as he wears a condom,” she specified, “and remains bound throughout!”

“Deal, babe,” Julius said.  Then he turned to his head to look at the blonde Agent and redheaded lawyer in turn.  “You want to do the honors, ladies?” he said, and gave them a cheerfully predatory grin.

Jessica looked at Americana, then back at her client’s penis.  “Don’t mind if I do,” she cooed, her shapely hips squirming eagerly under her tiny skirt.

Agent Weiss licked her lips, which briefly hung open and panted beneath her shining sunglasses.  “I… I suppose I could,” she said.

Both women dropped to their knees – their legs, extending out seemingly for miles from underneath their respective short skirts, folding gracefully beneath them.  With a grin like a little girl unwrapping her favorite candy, Jessica tore open the condom wrapper, and pulled out the XXXL contents.  Breathing hard but shallow, Ms. Americana watched, her eyes wide, as working together the law girl and her rival slipped the condom over the tip of Julius’s gigantic penis, and then slowly unrolled it down his long jet-black length.

“Oh… oh my…” Agent Weiss whispered, her normally slate-hardened yet sculpted features breaking open into a gasp of awe, as her slender fingers slowly coaxed the gigantic condom further and further down Julius’s giant shaft.  “What… what a weapon…” she sighed, wistfully – her fingertips tracing ever so  lightly across a couple of his pulsing veins, before pushing the advancing front of latex a little further.

Jessica smirked at her blonde rival, from across her client’s huge phallus.  “It certainly is,” she said.  Bowing her head, she pressed a brief, tiny kiss onto the nearest of her client’s two enormous night-dark balls.  

Finally, their little nailed fingertips deposited the rolled base of the giant condom all the way at the base, in his pubes.

Ms. Americana stared down at the giant condom-sheathed penis in disbelief.  Her body squirmed, helplessly.  

Agent Weiss, meanwhile, despite having given it a few awed stares, was not so captivated.  Standing up, she grabbed up the small steel table that had been moved aside to let Brenda suck, she slammed it down in between them once more.  “C’mon, super-heroine,” she said, impatiently, gesturing a single hand towards the edge of the table directly in front of Julius.  “Hurry up, and assume the position.”

Americana gasped, in shock.  But, pussy dripping and deal made she had no choice.  Slowly, she worked her naked haunches around in between the table and the gloating lawyer.  Coming to stand directly before Julius, she gasped down at his immense cock in dismay.  Her buxom ass jiggled against the cold table as she squirmed.  Then, slowly, she pushed her ample curves up onto the table.  Reaching back, she clutched the back side with her gloved fingers.  Growling, she slowly lifted her long and mighty legs, and spread them wide before her foe.

“Do your worst!” she hissed, glaring at him from between her long and wide-spread, trembling thighs.

Julius lounged back lazily in his chair and grinned.  He ran his eyes eagerly up and down Brenda’s long, powerful, and shamefully spread legs, her propped-back hourglass figure, and the huge naked jugs swaying delicately below her glaring face.  Then, eyes not leaving his lusciously shapely prize, he turned his head towards Agent Weiss.  “Agent,” he said, nodding backwards.

Agent Weiss nodded.  Kneeling down behind him she swiftly and dutifully unlocked the padlock that had kept Julius’s handcuffed wrists shackled to his chair.  Slowly he stood, rising up between Brenda’s long and quivering, shapely legs until his immense and muscular black body towered over her curvaceous recumbent form.  His hands were still shackled behind him, and his ankles still tethered to the legs of the chair.  Then he turned his head the other way, to his lawyer.

“Can you give me a hand, baby?” he asked.

She smirked up at him, despite the professional impropriety.  “Of course,” she cooed.  Reaching down she took a delicate hold upon Julius’s mammoth condom-sheathed cock, and guided its tip into the sloppy drooling lips of Ms. Americana’s pussy.  Ms. Americana gasped, her own upper lips dropping open and quivering in awe, as her nether pair spread wide around his plastic-encased tip.  Releasing him, the lawyer withdrew and put her hands on her hips.  “Get ready,” she purred, smirking down at the wiggling and helplessly waiting heroine.

“Here it COMES!” Julius yelled, and slammed his hips brutally forward.

“Oh, my GODDD!!!” Ms. Americana screamed, head shooting back and gaping in disbelief, as a titanic volume of cruelly-ribbed schlong shot brutally up her pussy.  He kept coming and coming, until the wide-eyed heroine half expected him to come shooting out of her mouth.  Then he slammed to a halt inside her, and she whimpered and gurgled, her whole shapely impaled body wiggling explosively upon his deep-penetrating cock.

“Oh, yeah…” Julius sighed, head rolling with pleasure.  Even through the paper-thin latex sheath of the condom, Ms. Americana’s super-humanly tight, slick, worshipfully squeezing cunt felt like pure heaven.  “Oh fuck yeah!”  He held it inside for several seconds, savoring the feeling of the Queen of Pussies.  Then, slowly, he pulled back out.

“Oh G-G-Godddess!” Americana gasped, her body shuddering almost as much on his withdraw as his entrance.  The thick ribs of his condom, bulging around the giant pulsing veins of his enormous cock, raked and ravaged the walls of her pussy, including and especially her clitoris and g-spot.  Her engorged, massively-overstretched pussy quivered helplessly as inch after unending inch of invading criminal penis slowly, carelessly slid out of it, until only his huge bulbous head remained within her.

“Ahhh…” Julius sighed.  He stirred his huge tip a bit, inside Ms. Americana’s boiling cauldron.  She whimpered, and squirmed before him helplessly.  Then, with a great shout of pleasure he slammed back in, and began pounding her with every careless brutal ounce of force his bound but powerful body could deliver.

“Oh, God-God-God-Godddesss!” Ms. Americana shrieked, as slam after slam after devastating slam pounded home into the depths of her pussy.  

For several minutes, the tiny interrogation room was filled with nothing but the deeply penetrated moans of the proud and mighty super-heroine as she got fucked, and the roars of triumphant pleasure of the giant criminal as he did the fucking.  As he thrust and thrust and ground inside her, his bright orange prison jumpsuit slowly slid down his flesh until it was pooled around his feet.  The lawyer and agent stood to either side, hands upon their short-skirt-clad hips, and watched.  The redhead licked her lips, openly enjoying both the view she was getting of her client’s impressive body and the sight of his tremendous dick slamming furiously in and out of the Queen of Justice’s squirting, ludicrously over-stretched pussy.  Agent Weiss watched impassively, her gorgeous face still as a statue beneath her blonde hair, as Ms. Americana’s sweaty naked body heaved and jiggled with deep-pumped passion across the reflective lenses of her sunglasses.

Ms. Americana clung tight to the table, her knuckles white, as she tried to weather the storm of sex surging into her.  Her buxom hips leaped higher and higher in the air under her foe’s jackhammer thrusts.  Her gorgeous head rocked back and forth, rolling and gasping with passion.

“Oh, Goddess!  Oh, Goddess!” she moaned, her whole body shuddering under a deep thrust.  Her lips fell open, her eyes spreading wide.  “S…stop!  I… I can’t handle it!  I can’t handle it!”

“No deal, bitch,” Julius laughed, smirking down at her and slammed in even harder.

“Oh, God!  Oh, GOD!” Ms. Americana screamed.  Her back arched, lifting and shaking her enormous breasts, the huge jugs getting so close they nearly caressed Julius’s sweaty thrusting chest.

“You’re not giving it up on the first date like usual, heroine,” Agent Weiss said, fingers twitching upon her shapely skirt-clad hips, her voice and expression stern.  “You don’t have to pretend to enjoy this.”

“I’m… I’m NOT!” Ms. Americana gasped, eyes blinking wide in shock as another huge thrust struck home inside her.  “I’m not… oh… oh, Goddesss…. Oh, GODDESS!!!  I’m CUMMMMINNGGG!!!”

“Ha ha ha!” Jessica laughed, her giggles high and cruel as she sneered.  “What a slut!”

Ms. Americana could not respond.  She was too busy screaming in unwanted yet utterly irresistible ecstasy.  Her buxom body wiggled wildly – so wildly her foe’s huge penis popped out of her pussy at the bottom of one of its brutal strokes.  She collapsed heavily down upon the table and lay still, trembling.  Her hands sank down and clutched at its steel edges, desperately, for support.

“Oh, my God…” she gasped, head lying on its side and dripping with sweat.  “Thank the Goddess that’s over…”

“Over?” Julius asked, amused.  “What’s over, slut?”

Pushing his hips forward, he pressed the underside of his penis against her drooling, ravaged snatch.  Americana’s eyes went wide and her jaw dropped, as she felt that he was still completely hard.  He rubbed the vast length of his ribbed girth back and forth atop her drooling quivering pussy several times, teasing her.  “Oh, my God…” Ms. Americana whispered, lifting her sweaty head and gaping downwards, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Despite herself, Agent Weiss slid out a delicate pink tongue and licked her lips as she watched the criminal’s giant cock caress Ms. Americana’s cunt.  But she otherwise remained all business.  “Put it back in,” she said immediately, hands upon the voluptuous swell of her short, tight black skirt.

“Nah,” Julius said.  With an exhausted yet pleasurable groan he stepped back and then collapsed heavily into his chair.  “I’m tired.  It’s her turn.”

Brenda, her jaw gaping and her eyes distant, was still squirming on her back upon the table.  Orgasmic juices poured in rivers down her mighty luscious thighs.  “Hurry up, superheroine!” Agent Weiss snapped.  Reaching out she gave the Queen of Justice a swift, corrective flick of her finger, right to the tip of her projecting left nipple.  “This is for his pleasure, not yours.  Remember?”

Ms. Americana gasped and jerked, as the agent’s corrective fingertip struck home.  Then, groaning, she slowly pushed up and shakily got back on her booted feet.  “Y-yes Agent,” she whispered.  Awkwardly, her buxom hips wobbling about clumsily after the deep and brutal fucking her enemy had given her, she stumbled forward.  Then, directly before his chair, she suddenly skidded to a halt, gaping down in horror at the criminal’s massive ribbed penis as it swayed back and forth, waiting for her.

“Climb on, slut,” Julius purred up at her.  He slowly spread his long black legs wide.

Americana sighed, licking her lips and staring.  Then, slowly, she obediently  climbed up onto the chair, facing him.  Her sleek and shapely thighs slid down to kneel upon the seat, pressed tight against his appreciative flanks.  Julius grinned as her huge naked breasts came down to wobble side to side, directly in front of his face.  Leaning forward, he wrapped his grinning dark lips around one of her big, helpless pink nipples and suckled it sloppily.  Gazing down, Ms. Americana gasped, licked her lips… and watched helplessly.  A huge grin on his drooling, milk-stained lips, Julius withdrew his lips, lapped his chops as he enjoyed the sight of her recently-exploited jug jiggling delicately before him… then turned his head and swooped down with equal ravenousness upon her other enormous breast.

Reaching behind and beneath her, even as she squirmed helplessly under his breast-slurping, Ms. Americana gently wrapped a gloved hand around the criminal’s titanic, throbbing shaft.  Slowly, she guided him up into her pussy.  She gasped, quivering, as her pussy lips parted once again around his massive head.  Then, leaving him inside her, she lifted both hands and rested them, gently, upon his massive shoulders.

Finishing with her breast, Julius sat back… a strand of glistening spittle still connecting his smirking lips to her delicately exploited, gently-swaying jug.  He licked a last bit of her milk from his lips, and it broke, coming to rest draped down the tremendous lower swell of her immense jiggling titty.

Looking down into his evil eyes, Ms. Americana breathed deep.  She squirmed, slightly.  Then, with a soft moan, she gently pushed her buxom hips down, forcing his massive cock back up inside her.

“Oh… great justice…” she whispered, lips quivering in awe, as his mammoth latex-ribbed cock spread her pussy wide, and slowly slid deep inside her once more.  Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as his huge penis somehow found yet more untouched parts of her pussy to abuse on its way in.  Finally her moist tautly-strained pussy lips slammed down around the base of his cock, mixing her delicately trimmed pubes with his unkempt forest.  She groaned in awe, and squirmed helplessly, intentionally or unintentionally stirring his immense beat-stick inside her boiling deep cauldron.

Watching, Jessica’s lips twisted into a smirk.  “Is this really all you got, super-heroine?” she sneered.

“What’s the matter?!” Agent Weiss snapped, impatiently, one hand upon her short-skirt-clad hip.  “Get the lead out, heroine!”

“Y-yes mistress,” the Queen of Justice whimpered, without even thinking about it.  Unable to resist, her mighty thighs began to pump, driving her buxom hips up and down the huge penis.  Her strokes were slow at first but steadily increased in rhythm.

“Unh!  Unh!  Unh!  UNH!” Brenda whimpered, her gaping head bobbing helplessly, as she fucked herself brutally on the criminal’s cock.  With her own muscles doing the work, it didn’t take long before the overwhelming heat began to rise up inside her buxom deep-penetrated hips once more.  “Oh… oh Goddess…” she whimpered, in horror, as she gaped over the villain’s titty-slurping head to the back of the room.  Finally, triggered by the simultaneous event of her own thighs driving his massive cock hard up the tender and aching front wall of her pussy, and his smirking lips delivering a mocking kiss to her helplessly engorged left nipple, Ms. Americana lost it.  Head falling back and gasping in awe, eyes rolling back in her head, she came again.

“Oh!  G-g-GODDESSS!!!” she squealed, pounding herself furiously upon the prisoner’s cock.  “I’m CUMMING!!!”  Moisture exploded from her massively over-stretched cunt as, quivering helplessly around the huge beast ravaging it deep, it came.  But rather than back off as she climaxed, Ms. Americana’s buxom impaled hips began to slam down even harder, even faster, and even more desperately upon her criminal foe’s gigantic penis.

Chuckling, Julius withdrew his lips from Ms. Americana’s milk-leaking nipple, and sneered.  “Bitch,” he purred, admiring her huge bare titties bouncing and sloshing furiously before his face, “this is the best interrogation I ever had!”  Then, chortling, he dove back in and, with an evil leer, enveloped her other nipple within his lips.

Ms. Americana moaned in horrified humiliation… but did not stop, even for a second, furiously pounding her buxom hips and devastated, quivering pussy up and down his mammoth schlong.  Eyes rolling back in her head, the Queen of Justice soon became a virtual automaton.  Driven mindlessly by her orgasming brain, her buxom powerful curves drove themselves furiously up and down her foe’s appreciative, eagerly-twitching shaft.  Orgasm after orgasm exploded from her deep-conquered cunt, rippling through her barbarically impaled body, until her mind, crashing like an overloaded computer under the strain of his oversized cock, could not even tell them apart.  Lost in an endless sea of self-inflicted surrender, Ms. Americana screamed and moaned as she came, and came, and came.

The lawyer and the agent looked on, the former leering with glee and the latter impassively as stone, as the mighty heroine demolished herself upon the criminal’s cock.

But, though the spirit was very, very willing, eventually the flesh proved weak.  After several minutes of self-inflicted pleasure, Brenda’s mighty curvy body finally collapsed down to lie upon Julius’s chest, a spent and sweaty wreck.  Her luscious legs spread out to either side of his muscular black body, drooping down until her high heels rested trembling upon the floor.  Her thighs quivered to either side of him several times with the effort to lift themselves back up his tremendous length, but could not.

“Oh… oh Goddess…” Brenda whispered.  Her beautiful head slid down to rest in the crook of his neck, her gorgeous masked face wide and gaping in demolished awe.  The lack of continuous pounding meant that her mind, such as was left of it, had finally cleared enough to permit thought and words.  “Oh, Goddess… he’s… he’s too much.  I’m… I’m exhausted!”

“He’s not done yet, heroine,” Agent Weiss said, coldly.  Arms crossed, she glared down at the sight of the heroine cuddled upon the criminal… even as her vantage gave her a perfect view of his huge balls and the lower fewer inches of his shaft, throbbing with triumphant glee between Brenda’s devastated, taut-spread pussy lips.

“I’m… I’m well aware…” Brenda moaned.  Her lips lying near his neck, she let out a whimper of awe, as she could feel every inch of his titanic member pulsing against the pulverized walls of her pussy.  His huge dick seemed as fresh and ready as the moment she’d pulled open his jumpsuit.

“Well, finish him!” the Agent commanded.  “What kind of super-heroine are you?”

“I… I can’t…” Ms. Americana said.  With great effort, her sleek curvy body shaking, she managed to lift herself up off him.  She gasped, deeply, as his tremendous cock slipped from her aching pussy.  She stumbled backwards, shakily, onto her feet.  Standing nude before him, she wobbled back and forth like a punch-drunk boxer.  Her eyes were glued to his gargantuan glistening cock, gaping at it in awe.  Then, with a great moan, the top-heavy heroine lost her footing and began to topple pneumatically to one side.  Seizing a tight hold upon the table, with a great moan she managed merely to pivot about before her foe and remain, just barely, upon her booted feet.

Standing with one hand upon her hip above the quivering, half-collapsed heroine, Jessica smirked.  “So does that mean you need my client to finish the job for you, heroine?” she sneered.

Clinging to the table, Ms. Americana gasped.  Her head, which was still spinning, was down near the pretty slender lawyer’s waist.  “Yes…” she admitted, her cheeks blushing.

“Well, then,” the redhead purred, “the least you can do is assume the position… bitch!”  Reaching down, she slapped her down upon Americana’s sweaty wiggling bottom, hard.  Americana screeched.  Then she did so again, louder, as Jessica spanked her a second time, harder.

“Okay… okay!” the Queen of Justice moaned.  With great effort she managed to claw her body up until her belly rested flat upon the table.  Lifting her epic buns high, she slowly spread her sleek muscular thighs apart, once more giving him an open pathway to her drooling and defenseless pussy.  “Okay…” she gasped, softly.  “I’m… I’m ready…”

Julius chuckled.  Then, slowly, he stood.  The chair creaked, as his weight lifted from it.  Americana gasped as she heard that tell-tale sound.  Her breath quickened.  Her luscious hindquarters lifted up a bit higher and, her mighty thighs spreading a few more inches apart, quivered in inviting anticipation.  Julius observed the quivering of her buxom, jutting round ass for a few seconds, and smirked.  Then he turned, and looked at his lawyer.

Jessica looked back up at him, and smiled, wiggling back and forth eagerly in her tiny suit.  Then, a hungry look upon her lips she leaned down, seized hold of his condom… and peeled it off.  

Naked cock twitching eagerly in the air, Julius turned and looked at the Agent.  She looked at him impassively, his face and his cock reflected in her shiny glasses.  Then, slowly, a huge smirk spread across her full red lips as well, beneath her mirrored shades.  Leaning back behind him, she slipped a key into his handcuffs, unlocked them, and silently took them off.

Pulling his now freed hands back around in front of him, Julius flexed them, getting the blood flow back, while smirking at the sight of Brenda’s beautiful oblivious body wiggling just before him.  Meanwhile, Agent Weiss had knelt down before him like a priestess before her God, and also freed his ankles from their restraints.

“You ready for this, baby?” he purred.

Staring dead ahead, unaware her captive lover was now both un-sheathed and unbound, Ms. Americana licked her lips.  Her breath quickened, with excitement.  “Yes…” she whispered.

Seizing his huge dick, Julius tilted it down until the mammoth tip slipped back between Brenda’s oozing, quivering lower lips.  The mighty heroine shuddered slightly as she felt him enter, and spread herself just a little bit more for him.

“You really ready for this, baby?” he asked.

Brenda closed her eyes, and breathed deep.  “Yes!” she gasped.

“Then here it comes, slut!” he laughed, and slammed himself in deep.

“Oh… my GAWDDDD!!!” Brenda screeched.

She had been fucked from the front in two ways, but this was the first time she was feeling Julius’s immense upwardly-curved member plow into her from behind.  His position naturally sent it rubbing straight along the front wall of her pussy, and directly into all of her centers of pleasure.  With the new angle, and his massive muscles driving in brutally, his huge cock slammed into her to a depth and a fury she had never felt before in her life.  Her whole pussy, despite the endless orgasms it had already subjected her to, was suddenly blown away with overwhelming pleasure.

“Oh, God!  Oh, GOD!  OH, GOD!” Brenda screamed, as she got pounded again and again and again.  Her mouth fell open and her tongue lolled helplessly across her lips.  Her fertile and voluptuous hips shuddered desperately under each and every thrust.  But even through the pounding intensity of the fuck she was getting, Brenda started to feel that something was wrong.

“Oh, god!  Nnnh!” she whimpered.  “Is he… is he still wearing the condom?” she asked.  “I can…  Nnn!!  I… I can feel every-YYY  OH, GOD!  Every… every vein…  of his cock… inside me!”

“Don’t be silly,” Jessica cooed.  “You’re just feeling things, slut.”

“Yes,” Agent Weiss said, glaring down sternly.  “Are you really such a slut that you want to feel his naked cock inside you, preparing to unleash his seed?!”

“Oh,” Brenda gasped.  Licking her lips, her blush deepened.  “No… no, of course not…”  Then, she obediently went back to being deeply, devastatingly fucked.  She wiggled and whimpered, her gorgeous face rocking back and forth and shuddering with passion, as the criminal’s huge cock pounded away mercilessly in her pussy.  But now it was Julius who could not help himself.  Lowering his hands down, he began to caress them luxuriantly up and down Brenda’s well-rounded, quivering ass.

“Oh… oh… Goddess!” Brenda moaned, as she felt his phantom caresses upon her ass.  Her sweaty face shuddering, she turned and gaped up at the stone-faced Agent Weiss.  “Age… Agent…” she whimpered, body shaking under thrust after thrust after punishing deep thrust.  “Are… are his hands… bound?  I… I can feel them… squeezing me!”

Agent Weiss could not help herself.  She smirked, and folded her hands under her considerable, suit-clad bosom.  “What do you think, heroine?” she asked.  “Don’t tell me you want to be at the mercy of his body as well as his sperm.  Now shut up, spread your legs, and take it – like a good little heroine should!”

“Oh!” Brenda gasped, chastised.  “Yes… yes, Agent…” she whimpered.  And, turning her gorgeous face back to face forward, she shuddered and whimpered in awe as she continued to get punishingly and barbarically plowed.  Squirming and moaning, she opened up utterly and just let him fuck her, and fuck her, and fuck her.  

For several minutes Brenda whimpered and moaned as Julius nailed her powerfully up against the side of the little table.  She trembled and gasped as his huge cock ravaged her pussy.  Her eyes became glazed over, and she barely even seemed to notice a thing as his dark gloating fingers continued to eagerly stroke, fondle and squeeze luxuriously at her enormous, jiggling, jutting naked ass.

Suddenly, she looked up and found both ladies standing in front of her, hands upon their hips, smirking.  Face shuddering with the power of the deep strokes she was taking, Americana blinked blearily.  Through sweat pouring down her brow and the watering of her eyes, the two smirking beauties suddenly looked different to her.  As if they were chillingly familiar.  But, with the huge penis plowing up through her pussy and through her soul into her brain, she couldn’t place exactly how.

“Do… do you two look different?” she asked, face quivering as another massive thrust sank home.

“No,” Agent Weiss said.  She had taken off her glasses, and her beautiful bare face smirked down cruelly into Americana’s shuddering visa!ge.  “Now be a dear, and cross your wrists behind your back.”

 “Oh…” Brenda whimpered.  Her brain pounded to muck by the deep fucking she was getting, she didn’t even think to ask why.  “Okay…” she said, and, reaching back, obediently crossed her wrists behind her back, above her fuck-shivering ass.

“Thanks, bitch!” Agent Weiss laughed.  Reaching in, she slapped a pair of gleaming steel hand-cuffs onto Ms. Americana’s wrists, binding her.  It was the same pair that, unbeknownst to Brenda, had already been removed from Julius’s wrists.

“Yeah, thanks, slut!” Jessica cackled.  Before Brenda could react, the cackling lawyer had seized hold of her gleaming gold belt and yanked it away.  With a crackle of energy the belt came loose, and with a delighted laugh the redhead pulled it out from around the heroine’s buxom, fuck-jiggling and newly depowered hips, and tossed it dismissively aside.

“Oh, Goddess!  NOOO!!!” the Queen of Justice squealed as, suddenly bound and helpless, she felt her mighty powers fade and vanish.  In seconds she was naught but a buxom half-stripped slut, squirming in devastation as a criminal’s massive penis pounded mercilessly in her out-matched cunt.

“Hahahahaha!” Julius laughed, gleefully.  Seizing a tight, painful hold upon the heroine’s buxom ass, he suddenly began to pound in as fast and as furiously as his mighty muscles could manage, exulting in the devastating slams of his huge cock up against the taut-strained walls of his enemy’s pussy.  Even in the midst of her bewildering betrayal, the furious pounding of his cock wiped all other thoughts from Brenda’s mind.  Her jaw dropped and her eyes spread wide.  In an instant, the moaning heroine had no doubt whatsoever that the mammoth schlong demolishing the deepest depths of her cunt was completely unsheathed.  Her pussy, suddenly realizing it was completely unprotected before the criminal’s seed, began to juice up helplessly around his pounding irresistible girth.  Ms. Americana’s head shot back, and she squealed, loudly.  And at that second, in the moment of betrayal, upon the rampaging tip of her enemy’s unshielded penis, she came.  Eyes rolling up, her whole thick-impaled body shivering, harder than ever before, she came.

“HAHAHAHA!” Julius roared with glee, as Americana’s pussy quivered in orgasmic ecstasy around his rampaging shaft, and a splash of moisture bathed his pumping balls.  “She comin’!  At her own betrayal she comin’!  What a fuckin’ slut!”

At the news, the two ladies cackled with raucous, evil glee.

“What a whore!” Agent Weiss said, pointing.

“She’s just a natural slave!” Jessica sneered, hands upon her short-skirt-clad hips.

Head still swimming and rocking under the power of her post-betrayal orgasm, Ms. Americana slowly came down, and found both women still standing before her, sneering.  She knew now she was done for.  But she didn’t know one thing.

“Why?” she whimpered… even as her post-orgasmic body continued to shudder under her would-be informer’s deep fast thrusts.  “Why… why did you betray me?!!”

“What’s the matter, Ms. Americana?” Agent Weiss purred.

“Don’t you recognize us?” Jessica cooed.

Reaching up, both women seized their wigs and tore them off.  Long dark hair billowed down around their smirking faces.  Then, chuckling with glee, they lifted their hands to their suits, seized them, and began to pull.  The seams of their skimpy jackets, skirts, and blouses instantly began to split and break apart like paper, revealing both women to be wearing stylish tear-away stripper suits.

“We…” Jessica said, as her brief jacket tore away to reveal huge breasts jiggling in a tight blue bustier.

“Are…” the Agent Weiss said, as her tiny black skirt tore away to reveal swooping panties of skin-tight purple.

“The-the MAYHEM TWINS!!!” Ms. Americana moaned in shock as, before her eyes, the suits tore away and the two villainesses were left standing before her, in the flesh.  Their smirks broadened.  The one on the left – the one that used to be Jessica – wore a skimpy bustier-and-thong-panty combo in blue.  The one on the right – the one that used to be Agent Weiss – wore an identically skimpy costume in purple.  Ms. Americana could not remember which was which – and they never bothered to clear her confusion.

“Congratulations, Ms. Americana!” the blue twin purred, putting a hand back on her shapely and now considerably more scantily-clad hip.

“You’ve fallen right into our trap!” the purple twin laughed, striking the mirror image of her shapely sister’s pose with her own spectacularly svelte and voluptuous body.

“No…” Ms. Americana whimpered, staring up at them in shock.  Her full red lips hung open… quivering, in perfect timing, to what Julius’s gigantic penis was doing to her lower ones.  “No… this… this can’t be happening!” she moaned.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” the purple twin cooed, “we have a few questions of our own.”

“First things first,” the blue twin said.  Reaching out her delicate fingers she caressed them, teasingly, over the heroine’s mask.  “Who are you really?”

Ms. Americana moaned deeply.  But as the huge penis rampaged within her, she knew she had no choice.  They could take her mask effortlessly, anyways.

“Brenda… Brenda Wade!” she moaned, as her mask started to get peeled up.  The twin stopped, and smirked down into her face.  “I’m… I’m the billionaire… Brenda Wade!”

“Thought so!” the blue twin laughed, and pushed the now-useless mask back into place.

“Second question!” the purple twin – the one that used to be ‘Agent Weiss’ said.  Squatting briefly down, she ducked a hand down into the shredded remnants of the Agent’s little black suit, and came back up holding her old PDA.  She flipped it around.  Brenda gaped in horror as she saw the interface of her own financial mainframe, glowing back at her.  “What’s your password, slut?”

“Oh!  Goddess!” Brenda moaned.  If she gave that up, she knew, the criminals would have all her untold billions at their mercy.  “No!” she whimpered, desperately.  “I’ll… I’ll never tell!”

The purple twin let her smirk broaden, slightly.  “Julius?” she cooed.

“Way ahead of you, babe,” the hulking criminal sneered.  Taking a firm grip upon Brenda’s buxom ass, he suddenly began to nail her deepest depths as hard as he possibly could.

“Oh, God!” Brenda squealed.  “Oh, GOD!”  His huge cock pounded in her like she’d never felt before.  She shook, and screamed.  Soon, she could help herself no more.  She could deny him nothing.  “Alright!” she moaned, “alright,” trembling under his furious conquest.  “I’ll say!  I’ll tell you!”

Opening up her lips, Brenda obediently poured forth the sequence of letters and numbers needed to open her digital vaults.  The purple twin punched them in, and her eyes lit up with glee as they went through.  “Thanks, bitch!” she laughed, and flipped the screen back around.  Shuddering under Julius’s deep fucking, Americana whimpered in humiliation and dismay as she watched her fortune drain away before her eyes, all her accumulated wealth flowing into a series of numbered accounts.  The lion’s share went to Julius, while each of the ladies took a nice ten percent cut – more than enough to buy an island or five.  They couldn’t take her companies – those were in legal structures whose ownership it would have taken weeks to unravel let alone transfer – but when it was over, the only liquid assets Brenda had left to counter her mountainous structural debts was the immense fluid getting slammed back and forth within her well-pounded pussy.

“There…” she moaned.  Her eyes rolled in her head like loose marbles as she got fucked.  “You… you got what you wanted… now let me go!”

But all three criminals merely chuckled, deeply.  Reaching out, the blue twin stroked Americana under her sculpted chin, as if the beautiful crime-fighter were a stupid pet whose antics had amused her.  “Silly heroine,” she cooed.  “This is our interrogation now.  And we are nowhere near done.”

Smirking, the purple twin swiped her screen to the right.  Brenda’s drained bank accounts vanished, to be replaced by an artfully posed publicity pinup of Omega Woman.  The ultra-voluptuous heroine was lounging in her straining bikini, her pretty head, framed in short blonde hair, propped up on one hand.  She bore an enigmatic smile on her full lips, beneath her mask.  The purple heroine stabbed a finger towards the buxom heroine’s lovely concealed face.

“Who is this?” she asked.  “Who is this slut?  I want her name!”

Americana gaped at the picture in horror.  Then her eyes rolled back, as, pre-emptively, to persuade her, Julius began pounding his massive penis furiously into her helpless pussy.  “Oh… Goddesss…” she whispered as, persuaded by his mammoth thrusting member, she already felt her tongue becoming loosened.

For what seemed like hours the interrogation continued.  The three criminals showed her picture after picture.  Ms. Americana whimpered, and moaned, and struggled desperately.  But in the end, she could not help herself.  Julius’s domination of her pussy, and through it her mind, and through that her soul, was simply too complete.  Moaning in awe as she was fucked, brutally, against the floor, against the wall, against the chair, she betrayed her comrades one by one.  As her thighs coiled and squeezed around him, she gave up their names.  As her gigantic breasts jiggled and caressed against his chest, she gave up the locations of their homes and of their bases.  And in between deep and probing intrusions of his tongue, kisses which she soon returned to his smirking lips with helpless and passionate interest, she gave up the sources of their power and their every exploitable weakness.

By the time she had given it all up, every last one of her friends, Ms. Americana’s brains had been truly fucked out.  Between her ears there was little left but big-penis-churned mush.  She clung to him, caressing every inch of her sweaty flesh against him, whimpering with need.  There was not a thrust of his cock nor a stroke of his finger upon her that she did not respond to, instantly, with trembling desire to open herself and be utterly his.  He ended by slamming her back onto her back upon the table, and fucking her brutally.  Ms. Americana moaned, but, as his lips found hers yet again, did not resist in the slightest.  She kissed him back with worshipful adoration.  He broke from her mouth suddenly, with a gasp.  Then he sneered as her questing lips, rather than getting the hint, fluttered about his chin and neck, covering them in soft and plaintive kisses.

“We got everything we need from this slut?” he asked, sliding away in glory upon Americana’s sweaty squirming body.

“Yes!” the twins said, in unison.  Eyes gleaming, looking over one another’s shoulders they paged back and forth through a PDA now filled with pin-up shots of heroines and their sidekicks… each beaming bikini-clad beauty surrounded with all the detailed information required to take her well-presented pussy down any way they pleased.

“Then there’s only one thing left to do with this bitch,” Julius purred.

Taking a firm grip upon the super-heroine’s shoulders, Julius suddenly changed the motions of his exultant member in her slick hot slit.  Before, though enjoying the exquisite gourmet pleasures she helplessly served up to him, his primary purpose had been to punish her hard and deep and extract information from her brain.  Now, he took every limit off himself.  Head rolling back, he groaned with pleasure as he slipped and slammed inside her like the bow of a virtuoso upon his violin.  No longer holding himself back he rode her waves of pleasure straight to heaven, and gave in to them utterly.

Despite her deeply delirious state, joined to the criminal in the most intimate way possible, Ms. Americana could instantly sense the change in his motion and his intent.  Her jaw dropped and her eyes spread upon her sweat-slathered face, as she suddenly gasped in horror… realizing, instinctively, deep inside, where this final movement of the sexual symphony was headed.

“No!” she whimpered, writhing beneath him.  Her voluptuous buxom hips wiggled and thrashed… but could not escape his deep, impaling thrusts.  “No… no, you can’t!”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” Julius laughed.  Pounding so furiously her enormous boobies wobbled and bounced against his chest with the frenzy, he felt a delicious pleasure start to course up his colossal schlong.  “Here it comes!”

Ms. Americana whimpered in horror… but could do nothing else to resist or to defend herself.

Looking up from their PDA, the two villainesses gasped in anticipatory desire.  Briefly distracted from their gallery full of beaming, thoroughly-betrayed beauties, they licked their lips and looked on, with hunger, as Julius’s enormous criminal cock pounded away furiously in Americana’s pussy.  His gigantic balls bounced away, repeatedly, against the helpless heroine’s ass, pulsing at the base of his gigantic shaft and preparing to shoot his seed.

“Oh, YESSS!” Julius roared, with release.  “Here it comes.  Here it COMES!   TAKE IT, BITCH!!!”  With a mighty and thunderous bellow of pleasure, he slammed in with the force of a wrecking ball and held it.  His entire body singing with pleasure over hers, he gasped in awe as he unleashed a massive geyser of seed up into Americana’s fertile and defenseless womb.

“Oh, Goddessss!!!” Americana moaned.  Eyes wide as saucers, she gaped in horror at what she was feeling explode up into her.  But as he thrust and thrust, she couldn’t help herself.  Her long legs coiled and caressed worshipfully around him, welcoming each gout of his cum, while her tender pussy quivered in awe around his enormous shaft and delicately, helplessly received his load up into its sacred and undefended depths.

“Oh, don’t take it so hard…” the blue twin purred.  The two villainesses had sauntered round Americana and now, as he came inside her, leered down into her gaping, beautiful masked face.

“Consider it payment for the superb information you gave us!” the purple twin laughed.

“A little genetic information shooting up between your nether lips,” the blue twin cooed.

“To repay all the naughty, bikini-dropping data you let flow from your upper ones!” the purple twin cackled.

Turning their heads up to face the ceiling, the two lovely scantily-clad villainesses cackled with wicked, victorious glee.

“Oh… Goddess…” Ms. Americana said again, in a slow, breathless groan.  Her eyes were wide, and seemed to stare at the ceiling in shock, as if seeing nothing.  Her cheeks were bright pink, around her mask.  His flow was slowing now.  Slowly, his dick limpened inside her.  As it did, so great was the volume of semen he had spewed into her that a little dribbled out around the edges of his shaft, running in glistening rivulets down onto the epic curves of her ass.

Slowly, with a deep groan of pleasure, Julius pulled out.  He stumbled backwards, and stood braced against the wall, panting.  His face tilted upwards, he looked briefly lost in awed and wonderful pleasure.  His immense dick, glistening with Americana’s oozing lubricant, hung down between his legs and swayed.  Despite themselves the two villainess squirmed in their skimpy costumes, bit their lips, and stared at it… trembling softly in awe.

Briefly forgotten, Americana lay sprawled upon the table, broken and lifeless.  Her face, set and open behind her mask, gaped at the ceiling like that of a broken doll.  Her long and powerful legs, spread wide, calves tucked to either side of the table legs, twitched, slightly.  Between them her pussy, ravaged and ravished, gaped wide open… and leaked forth continuous dribbling streamers of his seed.

It was Julius who recovered first.  Shoving away from the wall, he surveyed the conquered super-heroine and grinned.

“Aight,” he purred.  Reaching down, he picked up his prison jumpsuit and shrugged it back on.  “It’s been fun,” he said as, tucking his penis back down into suit, he started zipping up.  “But we got things to do.  Let’s get this bitch out of here!”

With twin gasps, the two shapely villainesses tore their eyes upwards and, licking their lips, tried to pretend they hadn’t been staring at his gigantic penis.

“Of course!” the blue twin said.

“Get the fuck up, bitch!” the purple one said and, for old times’ sake, swung a hand down and spanked it hard against Americana’s naked, wiggling ass.

The Queen of Justice screeched.  But, shaking and ruined, she nevertheless sat up upon the table.  Her mouth hung open.  Compared to the confidence with which the bikini-clad beauty had strutted into the room what now seemed like long ago, she had been utterly wrecked.  Her hair hung about her, sweaty and matted.  Her flesh dripped with sweat.  And, of course, a continuous river of criminal jism leaked from her deeply and brutally demolished pussy.

“I said, get up!” the purple twin repeated, and spanked her again.

With a loud gasp, Americana jerked backwards under the strike.  Then, obediently, her body still shuddering helplessly, she slid her buxom curves down and off the table.  She landed upon her feet, shakily.  The twins promptly grabbed her and, grinning, held her, squirming and gasping, between them, as Julius strutted up to confront his naked conquest face to looming face.

“What you got to say for yourself, bitch?” Julius asked, sneering.  Reaching up, he gave one of her tender nipples a teasing tweak, at the tip of her enormous, nakedly jiggling breast.

Americana moaned.  But in the end, what could she say?  “I… I am defeated…” she admitted softly, trembling naked and bound before him.  “But… but rest assured.  There is no way you are going to get away with this.  We… we lie at the very heart of DCPD headquarters, for Justice’s sake!  You… you will never get out of here alive, Kop Killah.”

Julius’s leering grin broadened into an evil smirk.  “Well… let’s just see about that!” he sneered.

Reaching over, he jerked open the door to the interrogation cell and threw it open.  Snickering, the twins marched her through.  Americana gasped in horror, her jaw dropping, as she emerged, naked and jiggling, back out into the police station through which she had so valiantly paraded an hour or so ago.

“Oh… Goddess… NO!” the naked heroine moaned, as she looked around in horror.

All around her, DCPD officers were slumped and lifeless.  Bound and gagged, most had pads fitted over their faces.  Bottles of chloroform lay everywhere.

“We said get a move on, bitch!” one twin laughed, and gave her yet another spank upon her big, wiggling, inviting ass.  With a moan and screech, Americana obeyed.  In a little caravan they marched, Americana’s gigantic naked boobies wobbling deliciously and helplessly in the front, through the heart of DCPD headquarters.  Past cube farms they marched her chained and naked curves, past break rooms and booking stations.  All were either empty, or inhabited only by slumped and unconscious uniformed men.

Every once in a while they passed one of Julius’s blinged-out gang members, standing guard over their fallen foes.  The muscular, well-armed thugs leered evilly, as their would-be female nemesis’s naked, buxom curves were led helplessly jiggling past.  What had been their fiercest foe had become a plaything, and no more.  Once, as she passed, one of the downed officers stirred and moaned.  The thug reached down, and gave the officer a firm whack upon the back of his head with the butt of his gun.  The cop whimpered, and lay still at his desk once more.  Looking up, the thug had returned to openly leering at Americana’s pussy as, leaking their boss’s cum, it was led on by.

Soon, marching her back on a near-mirror image of her own route in, they returned Brenda once more to the observation and control room for the interrogation chambers.  There they stopped her, and, leering to either side, let her get a look.  She gasped, her jaw dropping in horror.

As she had been marched, naked, through the DCPD, about half the building’s usual population had been conspicuously absent.  Now, she had found them.  The observation room was filled with cops like sardines crammed into a can.  They had packed themselves tight to get a view of Ms. Americana doing her thing.  Most had their pants open, and still had their hands wrapped around their dicks.

“We waited until just as you were dropping your panties,” the blue twin cooed to her, delighted by the sight of the distraught super-heroine.  “The moment your pussy appeared upon the screen, our compatriots sealed the doors and started pumping in the gas.”

“It was like child’s play,” the purple twin purred.  “We got every officer in the building of rank Sergeant and above in one fell swoop.  The rest didn’t know what hit them - it was just a mopping up operation after that!”

“C…compatriots?” Americana asked, confused… even as her naked bound body wiggled in horror before the sea of conquered DCPD leadership.

On cue, a pair of shapely forms appeared down the hall, and began sauntering pneumatically closer.  They soon resolved themselves into Barbara and Sandra, the pair of lovely blondes who had stood guard at the interrogation room door.  They looked absolutely normal… save that they had left both their gun-belts and their skirts on the floor somewhere.  Between the tails of their tight-fitting blue uniform blouses, each officer was displaying a skimpy, brightly-colored thong panty:  one bright pink, the other neon purple.  Seeing the captured super-heroine the two smirked and quickened their lovely pace.  Arriving at the little viewing party they stopped, cocked their hips to either side, and smiled.

“Hello, master,” Sandra cooed, batting her eyes up at Julius like a bored housewife greeting her well-hung gardener.

“Hello, bitch,” Barbara sneered, sneering into Americana’s horrified masked face, like a popular high school beauty might greet her favorite gutter-tier punching bag.

Americana stared back, her jaw quivering.  “Goddess!” she gasped.  “You!  You two did… all this?”

Sandra shrugged, and, twirling her blonde hair, smirked.  “Oh, no,” she purred.

“We had a half-dozen other turncoats to help,” Barbara cooed.

“All the others he turned to his side in his bed,” Sandra added, nodding up towards Kop Killah with a coquettish smile.  Between the tails of her baby blue blouse, her thong-clad hips wiggled with delight at the memories of how she had been turned.

Lifting the tails of her blouse to either side of her tiny panties, Barbara did what almost looked like a curtsy with them.  “We all dropped our skirts when the attack began,” she explained, having followed Americana’s inevitable gaze downwards to their exposed crotches.  “Not only did it tell Julius’s gang members who was on their side, but it rapidly spread panic among the other girls – and dudes – to see a bunch of female officers instantly bending low and dropping skirt at the very first hint of the invasion.  Within seconds, almost all the other ladies took our cure, and started stripping and raising their hands too.  Even a few of the dudes tried it – and got a face-full or rifle butt while standing in their boxers for their troubles, the pathetic cowards.”  She looked, with deep contempt, at the array of helplessly slumbering former male comrades that lay packed within the control room.

“Course even if they had tried to fight,” Sandra purred, “they wouldn’t have had much luck.  On account of us and a few other ladies in Julius’s service stealing up all their ammo first.  We unbuttoned a few buttons on our blouses before making our rounds, so they were too busy staring at our tits to notice!”

“But why?!” Americana moaned.  She squirmed, helplessly, in her bonds and against the villainess’s hands restraining her.  “Why… why would you do such a thing?”

Hands upon their hips, both blondes gave her a contemptuous look.

“Because he fucked us, silly,” Barbara said.  Licking her lips, she batted her eyes at Julius.  He leered back.

“Had his way with us,” Sandra, an aroused little squirm running through her shapely hips as the memory stirred feelings down between her legs.  “Punished us, deep, for trying to oppose him.”

“And for that we love him, and he loves us,” Barbara said.

“We would do anything for him,” Sandra added.  “Anything!”  She licked her lips, and an aroused wiggle, down through her voluptuous barely-covered buns, indicated the many many bases that ‘anything’ covered.

“But… but…” Americana gasped.  “He’s an evil, criminal beast!”

“So?” both blondes asked, in unison.

“So… so that means he’s going to treat you like dirt, not like the gorgeous goddesses you are!”  Her eyes ran up and down the voluptuous, half-stripped police-women in shock.  “He’s not going to love you, he’s going to treat you like his slaves.  He’ll make you labor on your knees for him, and all he’ll give you in return is domination.  He’ll… he’ll…”

But she had to stop.  Shuddering, Ms. Americana closed her eyes and, gasping, licked her quivering lips closed.  For as she had thought about all the ways the evil stud would abuse them, within her own buxom captured body a surge of lust had suddenly erupted.  At the tips of her gigantic, helplessly wobbling tits, her delicate nipples suddenly extended outwards, begging for his abuse.  Between her mighty yet uselessly squirming thighs, her gaping pussy suddenly oozed forth a fresh flow of moisture… suddenly longing, yet again, to take his deep, triumphant, and punishing strokes within it.

The blondes too squirmed, and gasped with lust, to hear their ignominious fates in criminal hands described.  Down around the crotches of their skimpy exposed panties, glistening trickles of eager moisture suddenly ran out onto their thighs.  Even the two villainesses licked their lips and started breathing just a little bit faster through their lovely lips, as Americana’s words flowed through them.

Julius smirked at the sight.  “Alright,” he rumbled, leering, “enough chat, sluts.  Get those asses moving!”  Reaching down, for the first time he himself delivered a stinging swat to Americana’s rotund, wiggling ass.  Moaning, the buxom and helpless Queen of Justice stumbled forward.  Smirking, Sandra and Barbara obediently parted and let her through, then joined up at the back of the little caravan of villains as it strutted onwards, behind Americana’s helplessly bouncing tits and defenselessly wiggling ass.

They continued on down the hall, leaving the control room filled with gassed and insensate DCPD leaders behind.  A few minutes later they finally came to their final destination:  the precinct jail.  And the moment they passed through the now unguarded door, despite the best efforts of her villainess escorts, Americana’s buxom body skidded to a jiggling halt as her jaw dropped in disbelief.

The jail was packed with pussy.

Down one side, by far the largest cell – what had once been the DCDP drunk tank before the criminals had loosed all the drunks back onto the street – was filled to the brim with squirming, captured female officers.  There were several dozen in all, a good chunk of DCPD’s entire female force.  Besides the uniform caps perched jauntily on each of their pretty heads, the fingerless leather gloves with which several clung to the bars as their pretty faces gaped out, and the leather boots that kept their feet off the filthy drunk-tank floor, their throng of sleek and athletic bodies was completely and entirely naked.  Squirming and rubbing deliciously against one another the swarm of once fierce and defiant cop-girls gasped and moaned, lifting up on tiptoe so they could outdo one another in begging delicately for mercy.  At the sight of the captured and helplessly wiggling Queen of Justice their jaws all dropped and, fertile shapely asses squirming together in collective horror, let out a choral soprano of moans and gasps.

But to wide eyed Americana the sea of captured cop-ladies was not the worst part.  The worst part was found in the smaller cell, right beside theirs… wherein stood Got Gal, Green Specter, and Wolf Woman.  All three heroines were just as naked as the police-women, though their incredibly buxom bodies had a lot more room in which to bounce and jiggle.  All had their hands shackled behind them, and their feet hobbled.  Bodies trembling as they squirmed in agitation, their gorgeous faces gaped at Americana in shock from behind their little masks – which, along with their boots and gloves, were just about the only scraps of covering any of them had on.  Each heroine had, dribbling down between her thighs, thick and oozing streamers of what could only be criminal semen.

“Oh, my Goddess!” Ms. Americana moaned, as she gaped at the three captured heroines in dismay.  “It… it can’t be!”

“Told you they was close, slut!” Julius laughed, over her shoulder.  “Now, why don’t you join them?”

Smirking, the two former-cop-girl blondes strutted forward, and opened up the cell before her.  With another few swats to her ass, Julius sent her moaning and stumbling forward, while the two villainesses stood back and cackled with laughter.  Moments after her wrecked, voluptuous hips had stumbled inside, the bars slammed closed again just behind her.

Turning, Ms. Americana watched in horror as she was locked inside, along with the other three.

“Now,” Julius said, walking forward to stand on the other side of the bars, “I have only one more confession to get… from each of you.”

Unzipping his jumpsuit once more, he took out his penis and held it before them.  As one, the jaws of the captured DCPD women dropped.  Their eyes shone wide with disbelief, filled with the sight of his member, as if it were a shining star being reflected in a vast telescope array.  Another heavenly chorus burst from their luscious, quivering lips – this one of shock and awe, instead of horror.  But Julius paid his side-audience not the slightest glance.  He had eyes only for his four imprisoned super-heroines.  All four of them had seen it before… had felt it, deep inside.  But they still could not help themselves.  All four turned their eyes down and, gasping, stared at it.  They whimpered and squirmed, bound buxom bodies jiggling like the tides.

Finally, with a loud and tormented yet helplessly surrendering moan, Wolf Woman toppled to her knees.  Smirking, Julius took another step forward, and pushed his huge penis through the bars.  Gasping in gratitude, Wolf Woman crawled forward and knelt, eyes shining, at his feet.

“What do you wish you had done, Wolf Woman?” he asked her.

“Surrendered,” she promptly whispered.  Eyes turning down, she gazed in awe at the tip of his penis.  She licked her luscious lips, moistening them.  “I wish I had surrendered to you, instantly… and not even bothered with fighting.”  Then, craning her head downwards, the beautiful Latina wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and gave him a worshipful, quivering kiss.

Squirming and moaning softly, the other heroines stared, mouths agape as, still upon her knees, Wolf Woman began to tenderly slurp and suckle upon the head of their criminal captor’s penis.  Then, suddenly, Green Specter turned her head to one side, let out a loud moan and, blonde hair flashing in the air, also tumbled to her knees.

Julius turned to her and smirked as she wiggled, her buxom pale curves jiggling helplessly, at his feet.  “And what do you wish you had done, Green Specter,” he asked, “when first you stood, proud and defiant, before me?”

Green Specter squirmed and whimpered, staring at his cock.  Upon her gorgeous masked face, her blush deepened.  But she could not help herself.  “I… I wish I had stripped off my costume for you, immediately,” she whispered.  “I… I wish I had knelt down and laid it, like an offering, between your feet.  And then I would have begged you to use me, and my pussy… however cruelly and brutally you liked.”

“Interesting,” Julius purred.  “Why?”

“Because,” Green Specter whispered, “then it would have been slightly faster that you would have slapped my naked body in your chains and then fucked my brains out.”

Then, unable to continue talking any longer she bowed her beautiful blonde head and, whimpering with need, bathed his immense penis in delicate slurps and kisses.

The two gorgeous heroines knelt to either side, their luscious lips and tongues working hard upon the lower bulk of his shaft.  This left his mammoth dark tip to bob and sway delicately before a gaping and quivering Got Gal.  The ultra-buxom blonde squirmed and whimpered, licking her lips.  Then, finally, she could not help herself.  With a loud moan, she stumbled forward and then fell to her knees.  Her delicate blonde bush glistened between her shapely thighs as they knelt down demurely and planted her knees before his feet.  She licked her lips, gaping at his giant tip in awe.

Julius smirked.

“You got something you want to say, Got Gal?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered, her beautiful blue eyes locked to his penis.  “I… I wish I had laid my bikni at your feet down and surrendered myself into your chains, too…”

Then, without another word, whimpering with desire, the beautiful blonde heroine lifted forth her gorgeous head and, delicately, suckled her lips around the tip of his penis.  She kissed and slurped it, adoringly.  Then, with a little relenting sigh, she bowed her head.  Ducking it low, she lifted it back up and, quietly, voluptuous hips wiggling, she silently accepted a more appropriate place lapping and licking delicately at his vast veiny underside… leaving his enormous slobber-slathered tip to glisten in offering for the heroine she knew still waited behind her.

Ms. Americana gaped at the sight in disbelief.  With barely any prompting, three of her most proud and gorgeous comrades – the very three she had strutted into the interrogation room so arrogantly to save – knelt at her enemy’s feet and delicately gave him pleasure.  The Queen of Justice whimpered.  She moaned.  She squirmed.  But ultimately, like they, she had had his immense member pounding deep inside her.  Like they, she had felt its deep corrective power work upon her loins.  She gasped, deeply, and bit her lip… but she could not look away.

She was not the only one.  In the adjacent cell, dozens of naked and captured DCDP cop women stared on, breathless.  They too licked their lips.  They squirmed, their luscious athletic bodies wiggling and caressing unthinkingly against one another.  But they could not look away and, pretty young faces quivering, could not make a sound.  They merely watched, with bated breaths, to see what the mighty and valiant Queen of Justice would do.

At long last, Americana gave them an answer.  With a loud cry, she too fell to her knees.  Trembling, she crawled forward, until her buxom mighty body was coiled up naked at his feet.  Around her, the shapely curves of her fellow heroines wiggled and quivered as they worshipped the foul criminal’s superior manhood, the only way they knew how.

Yet, in that moment, kneeling before him, Ms. Americana’s face briefly became stern.  She lifted her head high and, looking up at him from behind her mask, glared.  She fixed him with a steely gaze.

“You,” she hissed, “are the most vile, the most barbaric, and the most pig-like criminal I have ever encountered.  You are nothing but a vicious, inhumane, and chauvinist brute.”

Then, with a tiny whimper, her gaze fell helplessly to his penis.  Lolling about like a monstrous serpent sunning itself upon a beach, his huge black cock tilted and swayed before her wide eyes… driven by the continuous worshipful caresses of three different luscious heroinely tongues.  Americana moaned, and quivered before it in horror.

“And…” she softly moaned, gaping in awe and disbelief at his penis, “I… I have never wanted to serve and adore any man as much as I do you… in… in my entire life!”

Finally, with a moan of abject surrender, Ms. Americana stumbled forward.  Craning her gorgeous masked face forward, with a final whimper of defeat she wrapped her luscious lips around Julius’s cock and began, reverently, to suck.  The other three heroines whimpered in sympathetic humiliation for their comrade’s defeat… and then, lifting their own lovely heads higher, set about to lick and suckle upon his penis with even more worshipful energy than before.

The other three heroines were not the only ones to react.  Watching with rapt eyes and open quivering lips, the horde of captured cop ladies pressing their naked bodies against the bars just to her left let out a loud, collective moan.  A tremble ran through their assembled shapely bottoms.  Americana had been their last hope, their last icon, the last role model of feminine defiance that had still burned within their warrior souls.  Now, before their eyes she knelt and sucked the foe’s cock, like a slave.  Almost as one, the forest of long and sleekly muscular cop-lady legs quivered.  Their slender fingerless-glove-clad hands trembled upon the bars.  Then, with a great collective cry, they too simultaneously fell to their knees.  Wrapping their hands around the bars, rubbing their luscious naked bodies against them, they whimpered and moaned with their own shameful submissive desires.

Julius grinned.  “Thanks, ladies,” he purred, to both sets of worshipful bitches at once.  He gestured.

At their master’s signal as Sandra and Barbara strutted up to the entrance of the voluptuous-hotty-filled drunk tank and hauled the door open a crack.  Two gang members stood with sub-machine guns at the ready behind them to ensure the helpless naked cop ladies remained compliant.  It was not necessary.  Smirking, Sandra drew a pair of gleaming police handcuffs out of her uniform pocket, and held them up, dangling teasingly from a single extended finger as she cocked her long and luscious bare legs in a model’s pose.

“You girls ready to offer terms of surrender?” she cooed.

“Yes,” the very first captured cop-woman kneeling in the doorway promptly gasped.  Coming down onto all fours, she crawled forward and then knelt, naked like a dog, between the two traitorous cop-girls’ feet.  She gaped up at them, pretty face breathless beneath her jauntily perched cap.  An athletic and large-breasted redhead, she had been amongst Sandra and Barbara’s most threatening rivals, both professional and romantic, before the gang’s assault.

“We offer the following terms,” the redheaded cop-lady said, kneeling naked before a gang of sneering armed criminals.  She stroked her hands up and down her sleek body, and trembled.  The look upon her proud face showed that she could still not quite believe what she was about to say, but the utter defeat of so many mighty heroines before her had utterly destroyed her own will to resist.  “Please,” she whispered.  “Take us away.”  A quiver ran down her flawless body, and a dollop of glistening moisture slid out of her naked pussy.  She licked her lips, and then softly continued.  “Put us in chains and do with us what you will,” she begged.

At that particular phrase, the horde of naked cop-women kneeling behind her squirmed, bodies quivering with lust, and moaned forth their agreement.  As with the redhead, their faces showed some reluctance.  But at the same time a flood juices leaked from all of their pussies at once, at the idea of being led away, their own chrome cuffs tickling at their sleek silky shapely flesh, to be the living sex toys of Julius and his gang.

As her one-time colleague had spoken, a huge smirk had slowly spread across each of Sandra and Barbara’s faces.

“Good,” Sandra cooed, enjoying herself immensely.

“Then get up on your knees,” Barbara commanded, smirking, “and cross your wrists behind that big fat ass.”

Gasping softly, the redheaded police officer obediently did as she was told.  Sculpted chin tucked back against her shoulder, she watched, gasping softly, as one of the blonde traitors reached down behind her, and clapped her in irons.  Unattended in front, beneath her neatly trimmed and naturally redheaded bush, her pussy glistened with excitement.  Smirking, a gang member came forth and handed Barbara a leather collar, to which a long length of chain had been attached.  The redhead gasped softly, staring at it briefly in shock.  Then, with a tiny sigh, she demurely bowed her head and presented her slender neck.  A tiny quiver ran through her body, and a shiver through her luscious lips, as she was transformed from valiant officer into the helpless head of Julius’s latest slave chain.

“Thanks, bitch,” Sandra cooed.  Then, swinging her hand down low, she gave her one-time rival a violent swat upon her curvy bare ass.  The redhead gasped.  Then, wiggling obediently, she slowly crawled forward.  Gasping in breathless excitement, a pretty, somewhat younger, and equally deliciously naked Latina promptly crawled forward from amidst the swarming jiggling herd.  Planting her bare knees between Barbara and Sandra’s boots, she looked up at them, breathing hard with eager excitement, and silently crossed her wrists while presenting her neck.

One by one, the naked police girls crawled forward and, moaning softly in humiliation or panting with horny excitement, allowed themselves to be bound, collared, and chained.  Slowly, the swarm of gasping jiggling naked beauties within the drunk tank shrunk.  Slowly, the line of docile, lip-licking, and police-cap-decorated cattle, standing in a chained-together and domesticated herd at the back of the jail, grew.  Through it all the heroines sucked, and sucked and sucked.  Their masked faces blushed deeply and their cock-muffled voices whimpered in humiliation.  But they could not help themselves.  Their luscious mouths continued to slurp and slurp, delicately worshipping every inch of Julius’s enormous, appreciatively-twitching, and now utterly triumphant criminal member.

At long last, it was finished.  Every last shapely female officer who had been unlucky enough (or lucky enough, depending on one’s perspective) to be caught in DCPD headquarters when it was stormed or lured to it afterwards stood in a long snaking slave coffle, ready to be led away naked to be tamed.

“It’s done,” Sandra announced, proudly.

“Good,” Julius purred.  Grinning, he continued to watch the four pairs of luscious super-lips bathing his giant dick in worship.  “Signal the other sluts,” he added.

The rest of the pre-conquered police girls apart from Sandra and Barbara, after dropping their skirts and helping to spread the panic of surrender, had been sent to take over dispatch.  There, skimpy-panty-clad asses wiggling eagerly upon their chairs, they had been busy diverting all DCPD traffic away from headquarters and calling up off-shift officers to tell them not to come in (if male), or to come in immediately and alone (if female).  Those few who had ignored their directions had been easily ambushed and taken down by the rest of Julius’s gang, who clustered just inside the main entrances… in stolen DCPD uniforms.

Smirking, Sandra picked up a police radio, and called in the signal to her fellow de-skirted officers to come down, and add their own voluptuous bodies to the already spectacular departure convoy.  With that, they all knew they were on the clock.  It was only a matter of time before, bereft of any dispatch guidance at all, the circling DCPD patrols started to trickle in to find out what had gone wrong.

“So…” Julius purred down at the cock-lapping heroines, smirking.  “How does it feel to be part of the greatest police pussy heist in modern criminal history?”

Upon their knees at his feet, the heroines whimpered in shame.  But, despite their humiliation, their lips couldn’t stop.  Slurping desperately, they fought each other for access to his gigantic cock, squirming and shoving delicately against one another’s voluptuous bare bodies as each tried to get as much as she could of the delicious devastating treat extending down for them between the bars.

Julius smiled, his teeth glittering.  “That’s real nice,” he purred, down at the four glistening tongues swirling deliciously across his huge, throbbing dick.  “But just so you know.  I’m taking these ladies.”  He hiked a thumb back at the herd of breathless, lip-licking police beauties jiggling behind him.  “But I’m leaving you sluts in this cell.”

Moans of dismay burst from each heroine’s throats, and blushes of humiliation deepened upon their mask-framed cheeks.  Yet their long, glistening tongues, if anything, started to swirl even faster and more plaintively upon his immense, appreciative criminal cock… trying to persuade him, the best way they knew how, to change his mind.  Julius chuckled, enjoying their subservient pleasures.

“We got the video of all of your downfalls,” Julius assured them.  “We’re taking more video right now.  But that don’t have to become public… if you girls know to do what you’re told.”

Lips glued to his penis, the four heroines whimpered softly in dismay.  But, if anything, at this news, the four naked kneeling heroines just started to suck him harder.  Julius laughed.

So,” he continued, leering down at them, “when the cops and media inevitably come in and find you four super-sluts, jiggling naked and helpless in a cell… what are you going to tell them?”

Tongues still glued to his penis, the four heroines moaned and blushed, both more loudly and more deeply than before.  But, even as they suckled and slurped at his gigantic phallus, they knew what answer they had to give.  Pride, and their aching devotion to him, both demanded it.

“We… we will claim we resisted you… valiantly…” Got Gal whispered, in between pressing quivering kisses to the side of his penis.

“We will stand naked before the press,” Wolf Woman whimpered, “and say that we will get you in the end.”  Then, lifting her gorgeous Latin head, she suckled delicately upon each of his enormous, heroine-womb-impregnating balls.

“We will not admit for a moment that you fucked us,” Green Specter sighed.  Her flat fertile belly squirmed, above her glistening cum-leaking pussy lips.  “We will tell no-one… not even our doctors… about the cum you shot inside us,” she assured him.  Then, lifting her ravishing blonde head, she pressed kiss after worshipful adoring kiss to the underside of his immense, baby-planting black shaft.

“And,” Ms. Americana whispered, softly, “we will insist to our fellow heroines that we told you nothing.”  Blushing and whimpering in defeat, the Queen of Justice pressed her lips against the tip of his penis.  Her luscious lips quivered in shame against his enormous cock-head, knowing how deeply she was betraying all her fellow heroines.  Yet, she could not resist.  Squirming upon their knees to either side of her, her fellow villain-sucking heroines could not help but do likewise.  Then, wrapping her trembling lips all the way back around his penis, Ms. Americana resumed furiously sucking the upper half of his immense evil shaft, whimpering in awe as she did so.

Julius cackled with glee, leering down at her.  “That’s good, sluts!” he sneered.  “Now, here’s a present, in return!”

Beneath their worshipful lips, his gargantuan schlong began to wiggle and buck like a wild serpent.  The once-valiant heroines moaned… yet, mouths glued in quivering adoration to his cock, could do nothing else.  Moments later, thrashing like a violent anaconda, Julius’s gargantuan penis burst from Ms. Americana’s quivering lips and erupted all over them.  The heroines cried out, squealing, as his hot sticky seed splattered across them.  Yet, bound and wiggling upon their knees, there was nothing they could do.  In short order their immense breasts, flat fertile bellies, and gorgeous faces were smothered in his cum.  It ran in dangling tendrils down from their large swaying nipples, and ran in streaming trickles down their shapely squirming thighs.  They blinked and gaped up at him like blind-women, pretty eyes caked with oozing streamers of his cum.

“Thanks, bitches!” Julius laughed.  He stepped back from the bars.  Reaching down, he grabbed his limp cock, hoisted it back into his prison jumpsuit, and re-zipped.  All around the room, both the heroines and the captive cop ladies whimpered and gasped in plaintive dismay, to be denied the ability to gape at it in awe.  Even the Mayhem Twins could not help biting their lips and squirming a bit, in their skimpy costumes, to see it go away.  Only Sandra and Barbara, both confident in their ability to get fucked by it again, stood tall and smirked at their fellow females’ dismay.

Without another word, Julius whirled and marched off towards the loading docks, where a couple of rumbling re-purposed DCDP prisoner-transfer buses stood by to accept a new, jiggling cargo.  “Ta, ta, sluts!” he called back, waving over his shoulder.  “I’ll be in touch!”

Then he was gone, leading his thugs away towards their escape.  Whimpering and sighing, the horde of chained police women obediently followed.  Their luscious asses bumped and caressed against one another’s crotches as they wiggled past in a long, chain-clinking line.  A few turned their pretty eyes up and gaped at the kneeling, cum-smothered heroines as they were led past.  Most didn’t, their luscious eyes turned down and lips gasping, as whatever thoughts were keeping their delicate law-girl pussies glistening with excitement ran back and forth continuously within their pretty police-cap-decorated heads.  Then they were gone, the smirking skirt-less Sandra and Barbara trailing behind, and keeping the last few shapely stragglers moving with swats to their rotund wiggling bottoms.

Finally, only the Mayhem Twins were left.  They stood side by side, hands upon their shapely hips, smirking down through the bars.

“Ta ta for now, heroines,” the blue twin purred, mirroring Julius’s language.

“But don’t forget,” the purple twin cooed.  She tapped a finger to her own pretty masked face.  “We know all your identities, now…”

“We’ll be along to play with each of you, soon enough,” the blue twin purred.  Bereft of their usual dildo-tipped weaponry for the sake of their previous disguises, the smirking villainess made do by extending a single finger and sliding it, suggestively, up and down the thickest of the bars.  

“And you’d better submit,” the purple twin cooed, doing likewise.  Her eyes glittered.  “Or else.”

With long hard black shafts already deeply imbedded in their minds anyways, the four heroines whimpered and squirmed… their exposed pussies glistening helplessly.  Then, slowly, all four nodded.  Delighted, the villainess’s cruel and lascivious smirks broadened upon their pretty masked faces.

“Bye bye, little heroines!” both cooed at once.  Smirking, they waved through the bars.  “Your pussies will be our playthings soon!”  Then, turning, their shapely scantily-clad asses sauntered, side by side, to the door.  Moments later they too had vanished, curves dissolving into the shadows, and were gone.

Left alone the four bound, naked heroines hobbled about upon their knees, and looked at one another.  The DCPD jail suddenly seemed eerily silent, the cold metal bars looming like dark cliffs all around them.  Julius’s cum dripped and slithered down their shapely conquered bodies, tainting their supple, silkily curved flesh.  Slowly, one by one, each pair of pretty eyes turned and looked forlornly into each other pair.  Finally, licking her lips, kneeling at the center of the others, it was Americana who spoke first.

“Well,” the Queen of Justice whispered, softly, “we don’t have much time.”

The other three heroines moaned softly, and squirmed in delicate breast-sloshing dismay.  But, much as it pained them, they knew she was right.  Dejectedly, all four of them squirmed closer, huge bare breasts sloshing deliciously, until their luscious bodies  were almost caressing against one another.  And then, in soft whispers, hushed lips quivering achingly close to one another, the four heroines began quietly to get their story straight.

Out on the highways of Delta City, Julius leaned back and smirked.

The DCPD was just beginning to wake up to the fact its headquarters had been sacked.  All around him he could hear sirens starting up… and recede, rapidly, back the other way into the city.  One zoomed right by, on the opposite side of the highway, its Doppler wail briefly peaking and then rapidly stretching out to vanish back into the criminal-conquered night.  But the two large prisoner transport busses, one packed with loot and the other with captured pussy, attracted not the slightest attention.  As they zoomed on just above the speed limit, lost amidst the traffic, the sirens gradually receded further and further into the distance as they left the Delta City limits behind.

Julius’s smirk broadened, upon his huge dark lips.  It was too late now.  By the time the DCPD twigged to the two missing busses amidst all the rest of the chaos, they would have dumped them, transferred to a fleet of waiting vans, and be long gone.

 But that was not why he was really smirking.

He sat at the head of the second prisoner transport van, facing back down along the sealed rear compartment.  It was packed with captured cop pussy.  Everywhere he looked, gorgeous gagged officers with huge shaking tits and police caps perched jauntily atop their heads blinked their eyes at him and squirmed.  His gang, not wasting time, was already happily making sport with their captive conquests.  Outnumbered three to one by captured police-women, they had their choice, and happily took it.  But now matter how brutally they pounded away on the bodies of their former enemies, no matter how mockingly they cackled with glee, the helpless police-women beneath them gasped and trembled with pleasure as they finally got the barbaric real man’s fuck they secretly had always wanted.

“Th-thank you!” one pretty blonde officer whispered, as, legs up and wrapped around his waist, she was brutally fucked against the wall of the bus by a hulkingly hung black thug.  Her slender pale body trembled, as his long jet-black cock ravaged her pussy.  “Thank you!” she moaned, as another savage thrust sank home.  “Th-thank you!  Thank YOU!”

Against another wall an athletic, curvaceously muscled Latina whimpered in awe as the thick, tattooed white cock of a convicted murderer ravaged the deepest depths of her leaking pussy.  “Oh, God!” she moaned, her head thrashing under his brutal thrusts.  “More!” she begged.  Her long muscular legs lifted high and trembled, uselessly, as he pounded away savagely up between them – her leather boots trembling to either side of his shoulders.  “More!” she screamed, as she shook with submissive pleasure.  “Harder!  Please!  Give me MORE!”

But that, too, was not why Julius was grinning.  Settling down in his seat, Julius’s lips stretched so wide it was like his white teeth were Mt. Rushmore.

The real reason was, the Mayhem Twins had finally given in.  Having watched him fuck the brains out of Ms. Americana and then tame the entire of DCPD’s female force with just a blowjob, they had finally been unable to resist.  Succumbing to their lust and their awe, both had taken off their tops and, kneeling at his feet, were simultaneously sucking his dick.  They traded back and forth.  Now, the blue twin moaned softly as her taut-stretched lips shuttled furiously up and down his immense length, while the other, blushing head bowed low, used her lips and tongue to worship their would-be partner-in-crime’s massive balls and the base of his shaft.  But every minute or so, amidst licks and slurps and adoring quivering kisses of lust, they traded off, and soon it was the purple twin blinking in adoration up into his eyes as she sucked the first foot or so of his penis, while the purple twin suckled at his balls like they were the source of life itself.

As they sucked and sucked, their hands toyed, stroking and caressing, at their own skimpy little panties.  They rubbed, teasingly, at their own pussies, through their thin panties, and stroked, nervously, at the swooping little straps that barely held them on over their voluptuous, fertile hips.  They wiggled and squirmed.  

The pair’s little suck-job had started out as a mutual ‘celebration’ of their victory… and swiftly turned into complete, total, and one-sided worship.  Gradually, they had peeled out of their tops, and the other pieces of their costumes.  Only one thing remained… and so far, the villainesses had retained just enough pride that they had managed to resist.  They knew all too well, given the devastation they had just seen on Miss Americana’s face, what opening themselves up entirely to him would mean.

But in the end, they still could not hold back.  Their bodies simply ached to receive his conquest far, far too much to resist.  Moaning softly, during a period when both wicked villainesses were sliding their wet slurping lips vigorously up and down opposite sides of their ‘partner’s’ enormous veiny shaft, they finally completely gave in.  With twin deep moans and twin deep blushes upon their gorgeous cock-slurping faces, they pulled their panties down their sleek shapely thighs, wiggled out of them, and deposited them in silent offering beneath his saliva-dripping balls.

Julius watched… and his smirk broadened.  Lifting up a single hand – the other held a celebratory whiskey – Julius summoned Barbara and Sandra with a silent gesture.  Smirking evilly the two blonde ex-cops began to slink sultrily forward… while their hands went down into the pockets of their blouses and came back out, bearing cuffs.

Out of the corners of their eyes the Mayhem Twins saw them.  They blushed.  Yet, even then, neither could resist.  With soft sighs, both beautiful villainesses meekly put their hands behind their backs and crossed them, just above their jiggling and newly naked buns.  Then, silently waiting to be bound, they continued, worshipfully, to suck their former partner and now master’s giant, triumphantly-twitching cock…

Within the cells of the Delta City Headquarters, the heroines stirred and gasped as they heard a great commotion approaching.  Then with a rush the doors suddenly burst wide.

But instead of a cop, they gaped to see staring down at them through the bars a scuzzy-looking young man.  Ill-kempt, his teeth were stained, as were his clothes.  He wore a button pinned to his worn jacket, which read ‘DeltaTattler.com.”  He gaped back at them, eyes wide.  Then, with trembling hands, he lifted up a phone, and eagerly snapped a shot of the four heroines standing before him, naked and gasping, behind the bars.  Then he turned his head.

“Hey, Dave!  Come here!” he called.  “Come here!  The heroine sluts are over here!”

Moments later an equally scuzzy-looking man wearing cut-off jeans burst in after his friend.  He held a huge HD camera on his shoulders, also bearing a ‘DeltaTattler.com’ decal.  Swinging the giant camera over like he was bringing a battleship’s cannon, he passed it up and down, getting flawless footage of the gaping naked heroines staring back at him from inside their cage.

But his buddy was not the only one who had heard the tabloid rat’s cry.  Trembling upon their long and squirming legs, the heroines gasped as the floor suddenly seemed to shake beneath their high-heeled feet.  Moments later, with a great rush and rumble, a tremendous torrent of reporters and camera-men smashed through the door like a white-water torrent pouring through a broken dam.  Carrying the DeltaTattler men before them, they surged forth like a flood across the room and slammed up against the bars.  A few DCPD cops were mixed in with them, attempting to push them back, attempting to maintain order, some even threatening to shoot.  But the second time that night the DCPD was finding itself utterly overwhelmed by an invading force, and there were far too many reporters for the cops to even begin to control.  Besides, it didn’t seem like their hearts were in it, as one by one they turned and stopped themselves to gawk in awe.

So it was, in moments, a tangled throng of reporters had thrown itself against the walls of the heroine’s cell, so hard the bars began to rattle and shake.  The heroines stepped back, gasping in shock, until their voluptuous bottoms nearly jiggled against the rear wall of the cell, as a forest of microphones were thrust through the bars.  Waving before their pretty faces like evil mechanical cocks, the reporters thrust their microphones as close to the heroine’s luscious gaping lips as they could.  Behind the microphones several batteries of video and high-end still cameras were lifted up by awed-faced cameraman, and filmed and clicked in a continuous reputation-slaughtering storm.

“Ms. Americana!  Ms. Americana!” one reporter asked, loudly.  “What happened here tonight?”

“Were you a victim, or an accomplice?” another demanded, almost shoving his shoulder through the bars in his quest to jam the microphone into her shocked and gasping face.

“Is… is that cum?!” a female reporter, a lovely Asian woman, asked, gaping at the slime dripping down her four idols in shock.  “Did… did you all get fucked?!”

 Before the heroines could answer any of their questions a shattering storm of further shouted queries flooded in through the bars - so many they mixed together into indistinguishable bedlam, like individual drops of rain suddenly becoming a soaking downpour.  The four heroines gasped and trembled, their buxom flesh quivering as if helpless before the stunning rain.  Then, slowly, with as much dignity as possible in the situation, Ms. Americana slowly stepped forward, until she stood as obvious spokeswoman before her three jiggling comrades.  She spread her legs wide, and lifted her chin, as proudly as she could manage.

At the sight of the waiting and ready, naked Queen of Justice, the flood of questions slowly died down in expectation of a speech.  Though, with her huge boobies now bouncing back and forth on even more spectacular display, and with cum dribbling visibly from her now-exposed snatch, the storm of clicks from the cameras swooping up and down her body suddenly started to clatter even faster to make up for it.

“Hello, ladies and gentlemen,” Ms. Americana said, boldly, despite her wobbling naked knockers and exposed drooling pussy.  “Before I answer all your questions, let me just set a few things straight.  Myself and my fellow heroines were lured here, into an ambush… but our intervention did force the villain to flee.  So, despite appearances, we actually were victorious tonight.  The fluid upon our bodies is not cum.  That is merely his final insult, an attempt to imply we were raped.  We did not in any way give in to his designs, are not in his power, and plan to pursue him very very soon.  We will pursue him very, very long, and very very hard.  Uh…”  She momentarily lost her train of thought, as a bothersome horny tingle mysteriously appeared within her pussy.  “Is… is there anything else you want to know?” she finished, somewhat lamely.

There was a brief pause, broken only by the clicking of cameras, and the washing of flashes across her gleaming, jiggling and spectacularly well-rounded flesh.  Then, suddenly, a storm of further questions thundered in at her at once, in an indistinguishable roar.  The Queen of Justice gasped, softly, her eyes going wide… and for a brief moment her buxom bare body trembled, as if it was about to be literally washed away by the storm.  Then, despite the deep blush upon her cheeks and the tremble that ran through her body, the Queen of Justice lifted her chin high.  Answering or deflecting their questions as best she could, she launched herself valiantly into one last brutal interrogation.

SUMMARY:  Ms. Americana goes to DCPD headquarters to interrogate the recently-captured villain Kop Killah.  To get him to cough up the location of her friends she gradually submits to more and more indignities:  first giving him a handjob, then a blowjob, then stripping for his pleasure.  Finally, to get the very last piece of information she needs, she reluctantly agrees to let him fuck her on the condition he wears a condom and remains bound throughout.  But she is betrayed, the lawyer and FBI agent who accompanied her into the interrogation revealing themselves to be the Mayhem Twins in disguise, and, having been bound and depowered at their hands ends up getting fucked into submission and is herself interrogated mid-coitus by the cackling villains.  Afterwards she discovers the DCPD precinct has been overrun by the criminals’ gang.  She and the captured heroines she sought to find are imprisoned in the jail, and forced to suck dick through the bars.  The sight finally breaks the morale of the DCPD’s captured female officers who, witnessing the downfall of their idols from the adjacent drunk tank, sink to their knees and beg to be bound and enslaved.  The villains lead off their new slave train of dozens of former female cops, leaving the heroines trapped and naked in the cell… to face the wall of reporters who soon flood in to interrogate them yet again.