Miss Americana vs the Boarman Chapter 7 - The Plan

By Violator

Our Story Thus Far:  Miss Americana has come to the city of Broodhaven, domain of her hated rival the Boarman, in a quest to defeat the gang of evil villainesses known as the Dark Prizm.  It hasn’t gone well.  Having been relieved of her costume, her car, her allies, and most of her dignity, in her most recent misadventure she was reduced to giving up access to her own body in exchange for a ride on a city bus.  Having been nabbed by the police, the crestfallen superheroine was on the verge of allowing herself to be led away in ignominy… when the announcement came over the radio that the Boarman had been captured by the Dark Prizm.  Her sense of purpose restored, Miss Americana made short work of the Broodhaven cops and then, appropriating their squad car, set out to show her rival’s horrid city that it needs a heroine - once and for all.

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Her foot pressed down to the floor, Miss Americana sent the stolen Broodhaven police car roaring towards the site of the explosion.  The flames still belching upwards against the night sky guided her, and in no time she swooped around a corner and saw her destination a block away.

It was an old stone building that had Broodhaven Sewage written on it.  A billowing fire roared out of one corner of the building, and the blastmarks of a bomb scorched the pavement in front of it.  She could see the bodies of several Broodhaven cops littering the street, and the wreck of one police cruiser.  Down a distant side-street, she could see two female Royals helping a male one limp away - a streak of blood dragging from whatever was left of his foot.

Halfway between her and the building, the Broodhaven police had drawn up a hasty roadblock.  This consisted of two cruisers pulled across the street, and a half-dozen cops crouched behind it.

Since she was driving a car in Broodhaven P.D. markings, none of the cops batted much of an eye as Americana came rolling to a stop just behind the roadblock.  Especially because, at that moment, movement appeared in a second-story window.  The blue-clad form of Savage Sapphire emerged, halfway out the window.

"Hey, pigs!" she called out, gleefully.  "Caught one of the little piglets you sent in!"

From the darkness, she dragged out the battered, armored form of a Broodhaven SWAT officer.  He whimpered, bound and gagged.  Smirking, Savage Sapphire reached up, seized his head, and wrenched it sharply to the right, snapping it with an audible 'crack!'  Then she tossed the lifeless corpse out, to land with a thud alongside several others.

"Don't send any more in - unless you want an extra order of bacon!" Savage Sapphire called.

The cops stared in horror at the body of their freshly-slain comrade.  Then, lifting up their weapons, several let out furious hail of fire at the distant villainess.  But their bullets did little but cause a few eruptions of plaster from the side of the building near her.  Lifting a hand, Savage Sapphire blew them a kiss and then whirled and sashayed back into the building - giving them a contemptuously good look at her swaying electric-blue-clad ass as it vanished into the darkness.  The thwarted cops lowered their guns, staring in fear and frustration at where she had just been.

"That's my cue," Americana said.  Opening the door, she climbed out of the cruiser and started strutting out straight towards the building.

The cops were so distracted, it wasn't until she was passing through them, and between the noses of the two parked cruisers, before they even noticed she was there.

"Hey!" one of them yelped.  A sergeant, he seemed to be the ranking officer at this particular location - the situation as yet remaining very fluid.  "Hey, you can't go in there!"

"Try and stop me," Miss Americana called back, her naked body continuing on towards the smoking building.  The cops gaped at her - but realizing that it was pointless, just watched silently as her flawless bubble-butt marched on past them.

As she approached the building, Miss Americana passed the bodies of several other slain members of Broodhaven's finest - and got to see the Prizm's handiwork up close.  The officers had not been shot, or stabbed, or anything so prosaic.  One had had his throat torn out, another his guts.  One, based on the puddle of blood spreading from his midsection, and the distinctive mass of gore filling his mouth under his wide dead eyes, looked like he had been force-fed his own genitalia.

Walking past their remains, Miss Americana looked like an impervious goddess marching over the field of the slain.  She kept her eyes up, watching for signs of the Prizm - and saw none.  

"They probably think their threat will keep the cops at bay for at least a little while," she murmured to herself.  A smirk spread across her full red lips.  "But they're not counting on me..." she purred.

Coming up the steps, she stood at the entrance to the building.  She considered going in.  But she could not resist.  She turned around.  The elevated steps made a perfect 'stage', allowing her to look down on the huddled Broodhaven cops.  She put her hands on her naked hips, and smirked.  Beneath her she saw several of the men who had taken her measurements or gotten filmed recreating her fight crouched behind the cars before her.  Given what they, and the Broodhaven P.D. in general, had done to her, she could not resist rubbing things in a bit in advance.

"Let this be a lesson to you," she said.  Running a hand back through her lustrous raven-black hair, she preened before them, despite her near-total nakedness.  "You cannot depend on fragile men like the Boarman to protect you.  At the end of the day, if you want to deal with evil women like the Dark Prizm, you need to send a good woman - like me."

Then she whirled and entered the building - giving the police a taunting beauty-queen wave back over her shoulder, as she also let them get one last look at her round taut ass swaying back and forth as it vanished into the darkness.

But as soon as she was inside, Miss Americana dropped the bravado and tensed up, looking around.  Even though it was night outside, with the bright city streetlights it took her eyes a moment to adjust to the gloom.  When they did, she discovered she was in an old pumping station that connected down into the sewers.  

Broodhaven, like her own Delta City, was notorious for the maze of cavernous half-abandoned or bypassed sewer lines snaking about beneath it.  If it was anything like her own city, the older sections would have long since become so infested with villainesses and their minions and spawn that city sewage workers would only venture inside for maintenance in meticulously planned, drilled, and well-armed expeditions; which resembled special forces raids on a guarded enemy compound.

There were several old vats and pipes stretching around her, and a spiral staircase leading up to an upper gantry.  Having last seen Savage Saphire up in that area, Miss Americana scanned up across the edges of the vats and catwalks above her - but saw no sign of her.

As she looked around warily Miss Americana heard whimpering and squirming coming from below.  Rushing forward, she approached a spiraling stone staircase leading down.  But then she slowed.

"Wait..." the veteran heroine said.  "I know a trap when I smell one..."

She crouched down, and gasped.  Sure enough, there was a tripwire over the step.  Gingerly she stepped over it.  Then she proceeded warily downwards.

Going down the dark twisting staircase, Miss Americana passed from the pumping station into the sewers proper - although still what appeared to be an old and abandoned section of them.  She came out of the stairs into a small chamber - and gasped.

There, before her, tied up and squirming on the floor of a small valve control room, was a lady officer of the Broodhaven P.D.  And beside her, was a bomb - exactly like the one from her hospital room.  The large red digital clock affixed to it was ticking down rapidly.  Twenty seconds, and counting...

Her muscles tensing up and down her naked body, Miss Americana steeled herself to rush forward and do her best to disarm the bomb.  But then, once more, her long-developed instincts stopped her.

"Wait..." she murmured softly.  "This smells like another trap..."

She took a deep breath.  It was too late now, anyways - probably.  Darting backwards she braced herself against the side of the staircase, preparing for the blast.

But it didn't come.  She counted carefully to herself.  Then she peeked out.

The counter was at forty seconds... and falling.

She shook her head.

"Crafty bitches..." she said.

Now that she was taking the time to look, she could see the additional tripwires and pressure plates laid out around the squirming, whimpering lady cop.  Looking up carefully, she could see the flashbulbs ready to blind any gloom-adjusted eyes that rushed forwards, and the canisters of gas.  Based on a couple of scuff-marks on the floor, she guessed this trap had been the undoing of the brave corpse that Savage Sapphire had hurled from the upper level, as a warning to the rest.

Moving carefully, Americana picked her way across the floor, stepping gingerly over the wires and traps.  Seeing her the female cop turned her head, and bleated plaintively into her gag.  Miss Americana considered helping her - but decided against it.  'It would reveal my presence' she thought.  'Besides, she might be a plant...'

"Sorry," she said, to the helpless policewoman, and crept on.

Past the lady cop, Miss Americana ventured deeper into the sewers.  She encountered a few intersections, and had to choose her path by looking carefully to see which had a tripwire or other booby trap.  But not all of them did - some she had to choose based on guesswork and instinct.  Soon, she began to feel lost, and as it crept through the fetid tunnels her naked flesh shivered slightly as a knot of despair began to form in her stomach.

But then, she heard footsteps, echoing towards her through the darkness..  Standing in the middle of a large tunnel, her naked flesh lit by the faint glow of service lights, Miss Americana gasped - as they slowly got louder.

Her first instinct was to fight - but she pushed this aside.  If there was one thing she knew, it was that she could not take on all five Prizms unaided.  She needed an advantage, of surprise at the very least.  Engaging one Prizm - for it sounded like only one set of steps coming towards her - while tempting, might well be her undoing if the others were too close or were thus put on guard.  So instead, Americana backed up slowly and quietly, until her voluptuous bare ass was level with a small side passage, slipped back into it, and concealed herself amidst the shadows.

Soon, her boots pounding along on the floor of the tunnel, Ghoulish Goldie rushed by.  Americana held her breath and watched - but the ebony-skinned and platinum-haired Prizm did not see her.  Detaching herself from her hiding place, Americana followed in her wake.  Moving softly to avoid being heard, she was unable to keep pace.  Soon, Ghoulish Goldie's steps started to recede, and Americana had to consider trying to run after her.  But then, her eyes widened - as she heard voices.

Female voices.

Laughing.

Creeping forward, Miss Americana moved towards the high giggling sounds.  They proved to be coming from a small service tunnel.  Crouching down, she crawled into it.  She squirmed and gasped, as she wiggled forward.  Then, in front of her, she saw what appeared to be a large glowing hole in the floor.  As she approached, she discovered instead that it was a grating.  Creeping forward, she crawled up and looked down through it.  Then, she gasped.

She was looking down through a grating into what was clearly the Prizm's hideout.  The room below consisted of an old cylindrical chamber about twenty meters across and forty deep - likely an old cistern of some sort.  But there was a platform just a few meters below her that stretched the width of the cistern, which connected to a number of other tunnels.  The floor of the platform itself was also an open metal grid, so that she could see through it.  Far below, waste water swirled in and out of various pipes, maintaining a constant green-tinged churn in the pool at the very base of the chamber.

The Prizm stood immediately below her, all of them resplendent in their garishly-colored costumes.  The platform they stood on was close enough that if the grate had not been there Miss Americana, from where she currently lay half-naked atop it, could have reached down and seized Rude Ruby by her bright scarlet hair.

Hands upon her hips, and apparently oblivious to her presence, the Prizm was admiring their latest prize.  Before them lay a large metal table - big enough for four or five heroes at least.  But right now it had only one occupant.  The mighty Boarman was tied down firmly, spread eagled before them.  His muscular gray-clad body thrashed this way and that - but none of his bonds budged.

Standing over him, in pride of place between his wide-spread muscular thighs, Rude Ruby smirked.

"Struggle all you want, you aren't going anywhere," she purred.  She licked her lips, and her smirk broadened.  "But, please, by all means... do keep trying," she said, openly studying his muscular helpless body.  

At this the Boarman growled.  But, perhaps realizing she was correct, he collapsed back against the table, and glared up at her from beneath his cowl.

Up in her grating, Miss Americana took a deep, excited breath.  As far as she could tell, neither the Prizms nor the Boarman had detected her presence.  She felt a naughty tingle of delight run through her flesh, despite herself, to finally see the Boarman in chains instead of herself.  But, the Prizm all together were still a bit much for her.  So, settling into place upon her grating, she resolved to bide her time and just watch, for a while, rather than act right away.  The aforementioned excited tingle, she told herself firmly, had absolutely nothing to do with this decision.

"So what are you girls planning?" the Boarman growled.

Posing defiantly before him, Jaded Jade reached up and fluffed her hair, her smirk broadening.  "Do you really think we'd tell you?" the buxom Asian villainess asked.

"Because... you're right," Savage Sapphire said.

"Ordinarily, we'd be way too smart to blab away our plans like that," Ghoulish Goldie assured him.

"But in this case, you're in luck - because it's just too much fun not to," Violent Violet purred, her eyes running up and down the captured Boarman with relish.

"Plus, in this case, explaining the plan is part of the plan - in a way," Rude Ruby said.

Crouching down, the scarlet-haired leader of the Prizm reached up underneath the metal table that held the Boarman.  Drawing forth the portable incubator they had stolen earlier, she stood back up and held it up before him - and, unintentionally, before Miss Americana as well.  Then, with the air of a chef presenting her latest creation by lifting the domed lid off of a silver platter, she lifted away the removable cover.

Within the plastic box writhed and snapped a small veiny worm.  Its business end was a gaping maw ringed with several layers of razor-sharp teeth.  Its body was in several segments that thrashed about luridly inside the enclosure, dripping with slime.  It hissed eagerly, pressing its toothy maw against the sides of the enclosure.

"Behold!" Rude Ruby said, stroking the sides of the container as if they were her lover's flesh, while gazing inside with delight.  Around her the other Prizm craned their heads and licked their lips, as they too admired their stolen creature.  "This," Rude Ruby said, caressing her fingers up and down the side of the case and watching with delight as the creature's gnashing maw pursued, trying and failing to bite them off through the reinforced glass, "is an Emasculator Worm.  An alien genetic weapon Dragon Queen acquired and upgraded.  She had second thoughts about releasing it - realizing belatedly it was a greater threat to her own creatures than to her principle foes - but we have no such qualms!"

The Boarman stared into the glass, and though clearly disgusted by the writhing toothy creature did not seem too impressed.

"That's it?" he asked.  "That's your secret weapon?  A little worm?"

But at his incredulity, the Prizms' smirks just broadened.  One by one, they took turns leaning in and teasing the writhing monster inside the glass with their colorfully-nailed fingers, while taking great pleasure in fem-splaining away his heroic ignorance.

"You clearly don't realize what you're dealing with," Jaded Jade said, going first.  Leaning in, she stroked her finger up and down the glass, and admired the way the hungry monster pursued her.  "This is a biological weapon of a most fiendish kind," she informed him.  "Dragon Queen intended to release it on a target nation just prior to her invasion, to suppress resistance by ravaging the male population - but leaving the female half intact for impregnation.  A latently sexist purpose, I will admit - but it still fills our noble needs just fine!"

"It has only one prey, and one food," Violent Violet said, leaning in to take her turn teasing the little beast.  "The male genitalia itself..."

"Oh... fuck..." Boarman said - starting to get an inkling of what their plan was.  But the Prizm were having too much fun tormenting him, and it, with their slow and teasing reveal to stop now.

"Once they’ve, ah, fed, they multiply rapidly," Savage Sapphire purred, gazing upon the writhing worm as if in love, before turning up to look into the Boarman's eyes.  "They spread through the sewers and waterways, but they are capable of short-range teleportation.  Meaning they can strike from all sorts of places you men least expect - up from out of the toilet, or within a pair of trunks the moment you pull them up - anywhere they can get at that tender veiny meat they so crave."

"This one is pretty big," Ghoulish Goldie said, stroking the sides while looking at the Boarman tauntingly.  "But they come in all sizes - small enough to lurk exactly where you least expect them.  But even the tiny little ones can devour their target in a few seconds flat, once they get in range.  Not that you guys are usually in much state to resist, once they get chomping!  And even the littlest teeny weeny will give them enough flesh, blood, and psychic energy to spawn a dozen new progeny.  They're gonna out-breed your superhero breeding organs themselves!"

"Once we release them, they're going to spread across the Earth faster than your premature ass can cum," Rude Ruby said.  "And then we right-minded super-ladies will finally have a permanent solution to our itty-bitty superhero problem."  Turning from the worm, she looked up at him and smirked.  “With our biggest and hardest threats all neutered, we’ll finally be free to live in a better world,” she purred.  “One without you, or any of your superhero friends.”

For a moment, the Boarman gaped at her in disbelief, his square jaw hanging open.  Then his eyes narrowed under his cowl and his mouth, twisting into a snarl, let out a low rumbling growl.

"There's something you're not telling me," his gravelly voice said.  "If it was as simple as you said, then why haven't you already released the thing?  Or just stuck it down my briefs while I was still unconscious?"

Rude Ruby shook her head.  "Well, well, well.  You're pretty smart - for a man," she said.  Standing over him, the scarlet-haired villainess tapped her lips, admiring the muscular body laid out helplessly before her.  "You're right - we do need one more big thing."

"We know that as soon as we release the worms, it's a race," Jaded Jade said.  "The superheroes of the world will do everything in their power to save their precious, if poorly-guarded little packages.  Some misguided heroines might even join in, out of misplaced emotional attachment to their favorite speedo-clad toys.  So we need to give our precious little pets as devastating a start as possible - preferably by generating as many of the most powerful ones we can and releasing them all at once."

"The worms aren't all alike," Ghoulish Goldie said.  "They steal the power of the manhood they consume, and use it to make more of themselves.  The more potent and manly the dude, the more powerful the spawn they'll shit out after digesting his pride and his joy."

"And it's not just the physical matter they feed on," Savage Sapphire said.  "But especially the male energy - that evil psychic urge to dominate, and penetrate, and despoil, that flows up into your manhood every time it becomes engorged."

"So here's what we're going to do," Violent Violet said.  "We're going to feed our little worm champion here the single most infamous, most predatory male-chauvanist manhood super-hero-dom has ever managed to produce.  Yours.  And then we're each going to take a brood of the ultra-worms it produces, and release them simultaneously into the bowels of each of the greatest super-teams on Earth."

"The first hint the super-cocks of Earth will have that they are under attack," Ghoulish Goldie cooed, her eyes twinkling with relish, "is when the famous infested speedos of the Justice League, the Avengers, and the other major superhero teams all turn into gnawing tooth-filled bloodbaths at the same time!"

"Their teeth are magical," Jaded Jade said, pointing proudly.  "While this one probably couldn’t take on the real heavy-hitters, with the ones you make?  No matter how steel-like that schlong, it won't be safe."

"Once the greatest cocks on Earth have all been eaten and consumed, the rest of you pathetic heroes will just be a mopping-up operation," Savage Sapphire said.  "Literally!"

Looking into the Boarman's face, enjoying the look of horror that had spread across it as they laid out their evil scheme, Rude Ruby stepped up and then leaned in low over the Boarman, until her own voluptuous body loomed low over his.

"And you're right," the scarlet-themed villainess purred down into his boar-cowled face.  "We could have just chucked that thing into your little super-briefs the moment we had you.  But, first of all - that wouldn't be any fun.  We talked it over and we all agreed - we wanted you to know exactly what your precious penis was going to be turned into, before it got consumed.  But second, and more importantly - as mentioned - we need it as full as possible of your predatory phallic energy before it gets eaten.  Which means that your penis gets one last hurrah before it goes bye-bye.  And can you guess why?"

Her full red lips spreading into an enormous smirk, Rude Ruby leaned over even further, until her big scarlet-encased jugs were almost brushing his chest, and her lips came to hover less than a centimeter from his ear.

"It's because," she cooed to him softly, "to get maximum value for our cock, to make our surprise first strike as devastating as possible, before we destroy that precious penis of yours - we need it to get erect first!"

Reaching out, her slender hands encased in her red fingerless gloves, Rude Ruby put her fingertips directly on the Boarman's package, and gave it a mocking caress through his briefs.

And, as she did so, Miss Americana, still hiding wide-eyed and naked in the vent shaft just overhead, was finally forced to confront an old and deep hang-up of hers.  

In every encounter she had ever had with the Boarman, over the many years they had verbally fought and feuded, Miss Americana had never, ever allowed her eyes to graze even for a second beneath the level of his belt.  They had gotten close - many, many times, often several times in any heated and furious conversation she had with him.  But every time, when she had seen the boar-crest buckle that clasped his utility belt rising into view at the blurry bottom of her vision, no matter what she was doing, she had quickly, pointedly, and deliberately averted her gorgeous gaze back up, to glare into his infuriating cowled face.

She had many reasons for this behavior - and had told them to herself repeatedly, in the aftermath of all of their more frustrating and passion-arousing encounters.  First and foremost, of course, was that as the Boarman's self-declared greatest rival and nemesis, the woman who was destined to show him that every single tenet of his beliefs about either of their sexes was wrong, to be caught with her gaze anywhere in the vicinity of his speedos even for a moment would have been the most utterly humiliating experience imaginable.  Especially if it had been captured on camera, to get posted and re-posted by his numerous pathetic fans over and over until the very end of time.

But more to the point, she really didn't have to - or at least, again, so she had always told herself.  For among superheroines, the Boarman was notorious.  It was, of course, standard super-hero fashion sense to wear a little pair of briefs over your tights, and nothing else.  For the vast majority of heroes, this just made it pathetically obvious that whatever superpowers and skills they might boast of, in one particular respect at least they really weren’t very super at all.  But there were a very few exceptions to this rule, and as far as the superheroines of Earth could tell, the Boarman was one of them.  

Or at least, so she had gathered from the many times she had walked into a shared locker room to overhear two or more of her fellow heroines having a shockingly ribald conversation on this exact topic.  After perfunctory comments as to what a horrible sexist he was, almost every bit of whispered gossip she had ever heard her curvy ill-clad team-mates sharing about the Boarman had swiftly dissolved into speculations on exactly how much he had down there - and whether it really was as potent and always-at-the-ready as the copious rumors claimed.

But all of that was evidence picked up second and third hand.  At no point, even for a second, had the Queen of Justice permitted herself the indulgence of glancing down and finding out with her own eyes.  But now that she watched Rude Ruby reaching for it - and thinking herself safely concealed inside the vent - she at last let herself take the long-awaited indulgence.  She at last let her eyes drop all the way down along with them, and finally got a long, clear look.

Her eyes promptly went wide.  "Oh... oh Great Justice!" Miss Americana whispered softly, her naked body suddenly squirming up against the vent.

For all the anticipation, all the build up, all the second-hand stories - somehow had still not quite prepared her for the real thing.  The Boarman was enormous.  Coiled inside his speedos was what looked to be a full-size python.  It had to snake back and forth visibly, its veiny bulk straining luridly against his gray fabric, just to fit inside his briefs.

And, a huge smirk upon her lips, Rude Ruby reached a single red-nailed finger out and began to trace it, lightly and teasingly, up and down that coiled caged beast.

"Stop that," the Boarman growled.

Looking up, Rude Ruby smirked - as beneath her stroking fingers, she felt him involuntarily twitch.  "What's the matter?" she cooed.  "Don't like it when women play with your big toy - the way you play with us?"

Looking back down, she proceeded from a single finger to wrapping her whole hand around him, and began to stroke him vigorously through his speedos.

"C'mon," she cooed.  "Do your man-thing for us."  Craning her head down, a naughty smile on her lips, she gave him a gentle bite through his briefs.  Then she came back up on all fours, and seized hold of him brusquely.  "Aren't you going to wow us with how big you really are?" she teased, and then let out a throaty giggle - her entire hand stroking vigorously up and down his twitching member the entire time.

The Boarman shook his cowled head, his eyes angry under his mask.  "Do whatever you want," he told them.  "You can't make the Boarman get hard."

Letting go of him, Rude Ruby stood back up over him.  Looking down she gave the imprisoned hero a bemused smile, hands going to rest upon her curvy short-shorts-clad hips.  

"I will admit," she said.  "Sexist creep though you may be, you do know women better than most men." She shook her head, and shrugged.  "We just can't resist a challenge!"

Then she turned her head slightly, towards where the rest of her wicked and voluptuous team waited, eyes glittering greedily, and nodded towards the captive Boarman.

"Get him, girls," she cood, her red nails quivering against the upper hem of her little skin-tight shorts.  "Show him just how weak and wrong he is!"

Hungry smirks on their lips, Savage Sapphire and Ghoulish Goldie promptly crawled up onto the table, and started slinking forward like they were she-cats and the Boarman was a giant bowl of milk.  Watching their busty scantily-clad forms approach, the Boarman shook his head.

"You're going to use sex to turn me on?" he asked them.  "Isn't that against everything you girls claim to believe in?"

"Who says we can't have fun with you?" Savage Sapphire said, coming down beside him and stroking her hand over his muscular left arm with relish.

"Don't get all pissy now," Ghoulish Goldie said, doing the same to his right, "just because the tables have finally been turned!"

Then, settling their curvy wicked bodies up against him, both smirking villainesses did their best to arouse him.  Lifting her pale electric-blue-dyed head, Savage Sapphire began to nibble playfully at his neck - her sharp teeth occasionally biting, as if teasing that they could rip his throat out at any moment.  Meanwhile, Ghoulish Goldie pressed a line of kisses down his arm - while her free hand reached in and, stroking down his enormous bulge, wrapped her hand around the base of briefs and began to sink her fingers into his balls.

Meanwhile, slinking up from either side, Jaded Jade and Violent Violet sank down and began to fondle eagerly up and down the Boarman’s long, muscular, captive legs.  Looking up the length of his body to his face, their smirking mouths let out a string of eager little giggles.  Then, slinking down still further, they began to use their large breasts to caress the tops of his legs, while their fingers rose up to pluck and stroke, teasingly, at the edges of his overloaded briefs.  

The Boarman grit his teeth and growled.  Yet despite his best efforts, beneath their stimulating touch his massive penis began to stir.  It swelled out a bit inside his briefs, but though it had visibly become somewhat engorged, was still nowhere near fully hard.

"Get it out of there," Rude Ruby said, pointing at his briefs.  While the rest of them swarmed him directly, she still stood tall between his forcibly-spread feet, overseeing his twitching package like a princess impatiently waiting for her promised feast.  "Let's see it for ourselves!" she commanded.

Licking their lips with relish, Violent Violet and Jaded Jade each seized a double-handed grip upon the Boarman’s fabled trunks.  Meanwhile, Savage Sapphire and Ghoulish Goldie oozed a little further up the Boarman’s body, until their smirking faces were resting coyly up against either side of his cowled visage - and joined him in looking back down over his ripped body to his imperiled meat.

“C’mon, just relax,” Ghoulish Goldie purred - while down below, her fingers deftly undid the buckle of the Boarmans’ trademark utility belt.

“We won’t bite,” Savage Sapphire said, her fingers slipping in and tugging the belt a little looser.  She smirked, her bright teeth glittering.  “Much,” she added in a coo.

“That’s the worm’s job,” Rude Ruby affirmed, still looking on from on high.

Finally, with his belt undone and lying loose, there was no further obstruction.  Hissing eagerly, Jaded Jade and Violent Violet caressed their hands further up his briefs, and each slid their fingers down inside his waistband - inside his fabled phallus’s lair.  Then, they glanced up at Rude Ruby.

The scarlet-haired villainess licked her lips, and then nodded.

“Strip him,” she ordered.

Without further ado, each of them giving his briefs a hard yank, the two Prizms did so.  And then, moments later, despite their status as hardened she-criminals, despite their firm self-declarations of being utterly above such things, none of the voluptuous villinesses could help themselves.  Their jaws dropping, and their eyes spreading wide, for just a moment each of them let out a shriek like a startled schoolgirl, at what came bursting up out of the Boarman’s trunks.

“Oh, my fucking GOD!” Violent Violet gasped, her shark-toothed face lurching backwards in shock, her violet eyes getting huge.

“H-holy SHIT!” Jaded Jade said, her emerald eyes doing the same as her fingers suddenly trembled inside his freshly-lowered briefs, which were now wrapped around his massive thighs.

For what had come bursting out of the Boarman’s briefs proved to be nothing short of, by some margin, the largest penis any of them had ever personally encountered… or even seen on video, for that matter.  Though still nowhere near all the way hard, their prior stimulation had gotten him just erect enough that his gigantic beast came up at an angle from out of his loins, arced up over his flesh, and then came back to rest upon him - somewhere well above his belly button.  Shaking her head, her head propped atop his massive shoulder and looking down at his penis across his enormous pec, Savage Sapphire blinked her eyes in awe.

“H-how did that even fit inside there?!” she asked, in disbelief.

She was not the only one who seemed to have that question, among many others, suddenly ramming its way forcibly through her pretty head.  Up just above the ceiling, prostrate in her vent, Miss Americana just barely managed to remain silent - but, lips hanging open in shock, otherwise seemed scarcely less affected by what she was seeing.   "G-great Goddess..." she whispered softly, her naked body suddenly shivering against the cold stone it was resting upon.

But old habits died hard.  Even in the midst of her stunned gasp, her eyes suddenly darted swiftly up from the Boarman’s package, to his face - to make sure he hadn’t seen her staring.  Then, lifting up her head, she quickly glanced around to the dark pipe - just to make sure there was no hidden camera that might have been capturing the reactions upon her face.  Seeing none, and realizing she was safely unseen, she dropped her gaze down - and took a long look once more, her blue eyes widening slightly as she did so.  Her naked body squirmed again, upon the cold rough stone.

Despite his enormous size, the Prizm’s looming heads - Rude Ruby’s in particular, still managed to obscure some of the view.  Licking her lips, Miss Americana took one last hasty look around, and then shook her head.

“I… I need to get a better look,” she whispered.  “For… for tactical reasons,” she assured herself.  Her hot naked body shivering, the mighty superheroine slowly crawled her voluptuous flesh a little further out onto the grating, until her huge breasts started to poke down through it.  The grate creaked ominously, sagging slightly beneath the newly-added weight, and Miss Americana froze with a silent gasp, her blood suddenly running cold.  But, fortunately, the Prizm were still too distracted, and no one looked up.  Panting softly, Miss Americana settled in… and continued to watch.

Down below, the Prizm were just recovering their usual bravado, after the momentary shock of the Boarman’s final weapon making its dramatic entrance.

“Oooh,” Violent Violet said, her breath slowing back down after its initial quickened pace.  “The Boarman’s fabled penis,” she said softly, her eyes still glued to it.  Smirking slightly, she tilted her head first one way and then the other, as if taking in some throbbing sculpture in a gallery, and then looked up at her partner.  “Do you think it lives up to its reputation?” she asked, casually.

Jaded Jade, across the vast veiny shaft in question from her and also recovering herself, just shrugged, and then smiled slyly.  "We'll see," she cooed.

Then, the Prizm leaned in and began to stroke and play directly with the Boarman's naked penis.  One by one they giggled as, despite the way he grit his teeth and growled and tried to resist, the Boarman’s big penis still twitched and pulsed helplessly at their every teasing touch.

“Oh, wow… this is going to be even easier than we thought!” Savage Sapphire said, in between peels of high ringing laughter, as the slightest brush of her fingertips made his veiny shaft throb back in response.

“He knows exactly what it means… and he still can’t help himself, the stupid beast!” Jaded Jade purred - watching with rapt delight as just a couple caresses from her fingers, down his length, made the Boarman’s already gigantic shaft swell out even longer before her eyes.

Looking down from his massive caped shoulder, Ghoulish Goldie giggled.  “Sorry boy… but this big thing isn’t going to be big much longer!”  She ran her finger around and around his cockhead, amused by how he twitched.  Then she turned her head up and smirked into his face.  “Soon it won’t be producing any more paternity suits for the city to throw out, either,” she cooed, caressing a finger teasingly down his furious cheek, even as her other hand continued to play idly with his enormous cock-head.

"What will they do with their time, now?" Violent Violet purred.  Then, going down to the base of his shaft, she wrapped her hand all the way around him.  She gasped, staring in momentary awe - as she found him so thick her fingers could not close around his shaft.  But then, recovering, she let out a throaty giggle.  Licking her lips, she began to squeeze him, and pump her hand up and down his length - and gasped with delight as his already gigantic shaft steadily got even thicker and even harder as a result.

Meanwhile, standing over him, Rude Ruby looked on as the Boarman got swarmed by her comrades.  She nodded in satisfaction, to see him succumbing steadily to their wiles.  But, mindful of the ticking clock, it still wasn’t fast enough to satisfy her.

“Speaking of paternity,” Rude Ruby cooed.  Stepping forward, she reached down - and went after the one part of the Boarman’s genitals they had yet to get at.  His trademark briefs, having been pulled down to his thighs, still arced up and over that last part.  Reaching up inside his briefs, Rude Ruby smirked, and then drew them forth.

Her jaw promptly dropped, and her eyes widened in shock.

“Oh, my GOD!” she said, as she gaped at the two huge balls she was clutching in her hands.  She shook her head, as if not quite able to believe what she was seeing.  “H-how do you even fucking walk - let alone fight - with these two fucking bowling balls between your legs?!” she asked him.

The Boarman, still gritting his teeth and concentrating on fighting his steadily losing battle, did not answer.  A moment later, Rude Ruby seemed to recover herself.  A wry smile spreading back across her lips, she shook her head.  “God-damn, we are going to get an entire god-damned army of super-worms out of these big things,” she said, as she began to cup and squeeze the Boarman’s enormous balls.  Meanwhile, as she played with his gigantic nuts, up above the Boarman’s shaft had swollen up to the point that even with four on one there was still more than enough of him for each of her comrades to have her full share.

“It’s working!” Savage Sapphire announced happily - cuddling almost tenderly up against the Boarman’s shoulder, while her hand jerked up and down the upper half of his shaft.

“He can’t resist us!” Ghoulish Goldie purred, pinching at his gigantic cock-head and delighting to find it almost all the way hard.

“Soon, he will be ours!” Jaded Jade laughed, caressing her fingers teasingly along the enormous veins that snaked up and down the midpoint of his pulsing shaft.

“And then, victory will be too!” Violent Violet purred, giving the lower half of his thick shaft a tight vicious squeeze.

With a gasp, watching from within her grate, Miss Americana realized they were right.  Somehow, impossibly, the Boarman had gotten longer and longer, thicker and thicker… harder and harder.  It was taking a while - there was a lot to fill.  But he was almost at what had to be his maximum extension.  Which meant, she thought with a gulp, that she had to act soon, if she wanted to stop the Prizm’s plan.  If.

Unfortunately, even as he had gotten bigger and bigger, the Prizm’s swarming hands and waving heads had continuously gotten in the way of her view.  Telling herself she needed to look more closely for an opening - and for no other reason - she inched out further onto the grate to get a better angle.  Her huge breasts lifted up and wobbled across the grate - but gorgeous face focused downwards, she didn’t seem to notice.  Soon her curvy hips and naked pussy had also ventured out to hang over the room - and, mysteriously, there was a tiny glint of moisture between her sleek thighs.  

Then, finally, it happened.  With one more stroke of her muscles, Miss Americana crawled just a little bit further out over the grate - and between her enormous tits and wide round ass, finally put more weight on it than its ancient corroded fittings could support.

"Uh... uh, oh..." Miss Americana gasped as, with a creak, she suddenly felt the metal buckle beneath her.  But by then, it was too late.

WIth a great 'CLANG!' the grating gave way, and swung open like a trap door on a hinge.  With a loud shriek, Miss Americana toppled through.  She tried to lurch back to safety but missed, and all this accomplished was to make her body twist around as it tumbled down naked through the air.  

The first thing to impact were her buns.  Each giant comet-sized cheek slammed down hard onto the hard table.  Moments later the rest of her followed.  With a loud thump, Miss Americana’s entire body crashed down to lay sprawled and dazed atop the cold metal - right next to where the Prizm were swarming their Boarman-shaped prisoner.

To be continued next chapter when, having made her grand entrance, Miss Americana finds herself in a three-way competition with all of her rivals - both the Boarman and the Dark Prizm - the same time.