Miss Americana vs the Boarman Chapter 8 - Counter-Attack

By Violator

Our Story Thus Far:  Miss Americana has come to the city of Broodhaven, domain of her hated male-chauvinist rival the Boarman, to try and defeat a gang of villainesses known as the Dark Prizm.  Through a series of misadventures, she ended up hidden in a grate over the Prizm’s lair, observing them tormenting a captured Boarman.  Having overheard their plan, she knows they need to get the Boarman fully erect before enacting the final stage of their scheme.  Unfortunately, while maneuvering for a better view, the grating beneath her gave way, and Miss Americana has plummeted down to land ass-first upon the table, right beside both sets of her adversaries.

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"Oh!" the five villainesses gasped, their heads leaping up off their muscular captive to gape at the new arrival in shock.  By this point, in their enthusiasm to both please him and to enjoy his body before they disposed of it, they had already hoisted his spandex suit up to just beneath his collarbone, leaving his wash-board abs and gigantic pecs exposed as well as his penis.

Both sides were briefly frozen in shock at the naked super-heroine's arrival.  But the Prizm had not just fallen out of the ceiling and slammed down hard onto solid metal - so unfortunately for Miss Americana they recovered first.

"It's that fat-breasted superheroine!" Savage Sapphire said.  "Miss Ameri-cans or whoever."

"Get her!" Rude Ruby commanded.

Momentarily forgetting their half-stripped and half-hardened heroic prize, the Prizm lunged forward, over or around the Boarman's bound body, and pounced upon Miss Americana.  The Queen of Justice shrieked as she felt their hands alight upon her, and fought back like a cornered wildcat.

"Uff!" Savage Sapphire said, as she took a thrust from Miss Americana's thrashing red boot right in her gut, sending her electric-blue-costumed body hurtling back onto the floor and knocking the wind out of her.

"Gluh!" Jaded Jade shrieked as one of Americana's mighty knees suddenly drove right up between the legs into her pussy.  Almond-eyes rolling up, the green-clad villainess whimpered and collapsed backwards, holding her crotch - momentarily out of the fight.

But there were too many of them, and Americana's defensive position - starting out already flat on her back upon their torture table - was too weak.  Soon enough a one-two-three combo of blows - a golden fist straight into her gut, followed by violet back-hand across her face, concluding with a scarlet-sheathed arm coiling up around her neck to put her in a choke hold - temporarily ended her ability to fight back.

"Get her bound, get her bound!" Rude Ruby cried, tightening her hold beneath the gurgling and now ineffectually-struggling super-heroine's chin.

Throughout the brief but violent altercation, the Boarman, pinned down and spread-eagled just to one side, could only gasp and watch.  His naked penis, arcing up and then back down upon his belly, twitched back and forth before the fighting like the spectator at a boxing match - and was so completely unprotected, it was at all times but one errant kick or mis-timed punch away from becoming an unintended casualty of the catfight raging just beside it.

At Rude Ruby's direction, the other two still-effective Prizms got Americana flipped over onto her belly.  

"Get her belt off, get her belt!" Rude Ruby instructed them.

On hearing this, Americana shrieked and squirmed desperately.  But, her face now kept pinned up underneath Rude Ruby's armpit, she was not in a position to resist in time.  The mighty heroine whimpered in horror as she felt a pair of fingers - Ghoulish Goldie's, though she did not know it - slide up inside her belt and take a firm grip.  Then, with a triumphant cackle, it was torn away.  Americana moaned, shivering, as she felt her mighty powers drain away once more - rendering her nothing more than yet another naked super-captive in the Prizm's evil clutches.

Cackling with glee, the victorious she-criminals moved quickly to complete their capture.  Americana groaned, but was no longer powerful enough to fight back, as her hands were drawn back firmly behind her hourglass-shaped back, and then slapped into cuffs.  Her mighty legs were also drawn up, her ankles put together, and placed in iron shackles as well.  Last of all a dog collar got put around her throat.  Americana whimpered in humiliation as she felt it get buckled into place - but was now utterly in their power and not able to resist in any way.

"Get her up," Rude Ruby commanded.

Left lying on her stomach, Americana moaned.  But, as the leash they had fitted to the collar tugged insistently, she had no choice.  Wiggling back, guided by their hands and the leash, she slipped off the table and dropped to her feet.  Rising up, she found herself standing naked and helpless before the still-restrained Boarman - and amongst their evil mutual enemies.  The two she had briefly disposed of had recovered by now, and stood amongst the others in a ring around the captured heroine - studying her with particular interest.

"Well, well, well," Violent Violet cooed, looking Miss Americana's naked body up and down.  "What do we have here?"

Ghoulish Goldie shook her head.  "I figured we had more than enough traps and distractions and dead ends up there to keep the pigs from finding us until we were done with this big boy," she said, nodding towards the Boarman.  "Makes sense that Miss Super-tits here would ignore all that and just come charging in."

"Pity we don't really have a use for her," Jaded Jade said.

"Shall we toss her into the sewers?" Savage Sapphire asked.  She nodded towards her left.  At that end of the cistern there was a trapdoor in the metal platform upon which they stood.  It led to a series of metal rungs fixed into the wall, to allow service access downwards - but could just as easily have been used to toss a bound and depowered superheroine down into the foul roiling fluids far below.

"Oh... oh Goddess..." Miss Americana gasped, at this suggestion, her eyes widening in horror.

But Rude Ruby tapped her lip, and then shook her head.  "No," she said.  "No... maybe we do have a use for her after all."

She turned and pointed towards the Boarman.

"Despite our best efforts, he's not all the way hard," she pointed out.  

Indeed, as her finger pointed at it, the Boarman's huge penis still arced up and then back down upon his belly, twitching - but still in no way fully erect.  Turning back to Miss Americana, Rude Ruby reached down, cupped and stroked her enormous yet perfectly rounded ass, and smirked.  

"But I'm willing to bet," she cooed, "that even the Boarman gets off to a little girl-on-girl."

The Boarman shook his head.  "You've doomed us all, you stupid bitch," he said to Miss Americana.

Americana gasped both at the Boarman's accusation and as, simultaneously, the Prizms' hands alighted upon her body.  "That's not true!" she said, back to him, squirming under their caresses.  "If I wasn't here, they could still les out on each other!"

Jaded Jade chuckled - even as she hefted one of the heroine's huge breasts, her thumb arcing up to stroke teasingly around her large tender nipple.  "That is technically true," she said.  "But I'm not sure we'd ever stoop quite that far.  Making a show of ourselves is one thing - making a show of you is another!"

"Besides," Violent Violet cooed, caressing a hand up and down the captive superheroine’s sleek muscular thigh, "seeing a bunch of bad girls playing with each other doesn't have quite the edge as seeing them play with a so-called 'good girl'... now does it, Mister Boarman?" she said.  Her hand sliding in from the thigh, she fingered Miss Americana's naked pussy, while simultaneously turning to give the Boarman a knowing smirk.

The Boarman glared back.  But already, it seemed clear their tactic was working.  His penis, which had begun to droop without their direct attention, began to perk up again before their leering eyes.

"You can't fool me," he said - contradicting the evidence provided by the latest pulse to run up his big exposed phallus.  "You're just play-acting at this.  You still have all your clothes on, for pity's sake!"

Savage Sapphire laughed.  "If that's all that's keeping your little willie down - then we are very happy to fix that.  A little nudity is nothing to us - isn't that right girls?"

The others giggled their agreement, their lustful gazes still focused on the squirming and whimpering Miss Americana, as they felt her up.

Thus, a pattern began.  One or two at a time, the Prizms stepped back, and slid out of their costumes.  They didn't do an outright strip-tease before the Boarman - they seemed to regard that as just a little too degrading to contemplate. But as they disrobed, they seemed to slip the major pieces off quite a bit more slowly than was actually necessary - and, casting repeated smirking glances over at the watching Boarman, seemed to carefully select the angle and position of their bodies for maximum impact as each piece came off.

Meanwhile, the Prizms who were not stripping focused their attention on Miss Americana.  The Queen of Justice whimpered, and squirmed, and gasped.  But the one thing she could not do was resist.  Her body thrashed and jiggled wildly as it was squeezed, and stroked and fondled - but could not escape their gloating painted fingers.  Her pussy opened up around a succession of cruelly pumping and massaging fingers - and could do nothing but release waterfalls of moisture down onto their penetrating digits in response.

In this way one Prizm after another steadily lost her booty-shorts and corsets, and then the little thongs they were wearing underneath.  Meanwhile, Americana could not help herself - her villainess-violated pussy steadily got wetter, and wetter, and wetter.  What started out as defiant growls emerging from her lips turned into pants, turned into whimpers and moans of aching unsatisfied lust.  Her gorgeous head still turned away, as if in revulsion, every time a Prizm's gorgeous leering face approached hers - taking their showy wet kisses on her cheeks or chin or ear rather than her lips.  But over time, she started turning away later and later, her full red lips quivering in greater and greater thirst before darting away only at the very last second from the evil opulent mouths seeking to claim them.

Glancing back over her shoulder, Rude Ruby smirked.  "It's working," she cooed.  

It did indeed seem to be.  From his belly, the Boarman's immense penis arced up in a smooth curve like a rhino's horn - almost but not quite entirely hard.  One by one, the other Prizms turned their heads and snickered.

"Typical hero," Jaded Jade cooed, her half-lidded eyes observing the sight of his upward-arcing penis in satisfaction as she stroked at Miss Americana's squirming hip.  "He just can't resist..."

"Insatiable pig..." Savage Sapphire purred, licking her lips with relish.  "His hunger will be his undoing!"

But Rude Ruby was no fool - or at least so she thought.

"Jade, Sapphire," she said, nodding back towards the helpless, hung superhero.  "Keep an eye on him while we work this bitch."

The two staring villainesses smirked, and nodded.

"Gladly," Jaded Jade purred.

Slinking forward, the two evil beauties, now naked save for their gloves and their boots, lay down to either side of the Boarman's helpless body and returned their fingers and gazes to the stroking of his excitedly twitching penis.

Rude Ruby nodded.  Then she turned back to her remaining comrades, who stood to either side of the restrained and squirming Queen of Justice.

"Violet, Goldie," she said, "you work this slut's lips.  Don't let her escape any longer.  It’s time to teach her who’s boss - now and forever."

Violent Violet and Ghoulish Goldie grinned, and licked their full color-coded lips eagerly.

"Happy to oblige," Violent Violet purred.

Seizing a tight hold on Miss Americana's head, she forcibly turned the heroine to her.  And, having been worn down by everything that had happened to her, the Queen of Justice no longer seemed to have the will to resist.  She bleated softly, her eyes blinking wide, as Violent Violet's smirking purple lips pressed to hers.  Then, with a soft sigh, she gave in.  Her eyes blinking closed, her own full red lips quivered... and then obediently began to kiss the wicked villainess back.  Meanwhile, lapping her chops, Ghoulish Goldie stroked Americana's buxom squirming body while she eagerly waited her turn.

"Oh... fuck..." the Boarman said, as he observed the forcibly requited lesbian kiss.  His penis, almost but not quite fully hardened, twitched - and then grew upwards a tiny bit more.  Lounging to either side, stroking it lightly with their cruel fingertips, Jaded Jade and Savage Sapphire giggled - and progressed from using the tips of their fingers to stroking their entire slender hands up and down him.

"Good," Rude Ruby said, nodding in satisfaction, as Americana's lips were switched to Ghoulish Goldie's, then back to Violent Violet again - what little resistance they were still putting up declining steadily with each additional time they were claimed.  "Now keep this dumb slut's mouth occupied - while I go down and deliver the coup de grace."

And, with that, Rude Ruby fell to her knees.  Crawling up to kneel at Americana's feet, she lifted her head up to the apex of the helpless super-heroine's thighs, and extended forth her tongue.

Up top, Miss Americana's eyes suddenly spread wide, and blinked in disbelief - as she felt a dexterous, skilled organ suddenly sliding up in between her pussy lips.  Even though she was half-delirious with everything that was happening to her, by process of elimination, it did not take too long to figure out whose tongue it was that was stroking and lapping slyly at the slick outer gates of her vagina.  She whimpered and shivered, her eyes blinking in disbelief into her ongoing lesbian kisses - as she once more discovered the hard way that Rude Ruby was far, far more adept at taming super-heroines than she had any right to be.  At the feeling of her enemy's tongue peeling her open and sliding deeper up inside her tender defenseless slit, Miss Americana bleated loudly, and shivered helplessly.  But she was in no position to defend herself - and to either side of her the other members of the Dark Prizm, who were eagerly sampling her lips and her virtuous voluptuous body in equal measure, let out throaty giggles of amusement at her plight.

Lifting her head up, as Violent Violet kept the whimpering wide-blinking super-heroine's lips occupied, Ghoulish Goldie turned and looked back over her shoulder.  "He’s almost there," she cooed.  Her lips, glistening under a thick coating of spittle that reached down to her own chin, twisted into a delighted smirk.  Then, she turned back, and swooping back down, eagerly claimed her own turn at Miss Americana's opulent, quivering lips, as Violent Violet relinquished them up to her.

Indeed, he was.  As he lay before them, and witnessed the three-on-one ravishing of his mighty, valiant, and utterly defenseless distaff counterpart, the Boarman's immense veiny penis dutifully rose up higher and higher and higher once more... twitching with particular glee any time any of them initiated a fresh new predatory kiss, upon any of the super-heroine's unguarded glistening lips.  Cuddled up to either side of him, stroking his own massively muscular yet utterly helpless body teasingly with their painted fingernails, Savage Sapphire and Jaded Jade both let huge evil smirks spread across their own full lips.

"He cannot resist," Savage Sapphire purred - looking down across the hero's enormous pecs to observe with relish the swelling and hardening of his immense penis.  "Like all supposedly virtuous heroes he is just another dumb, predatory animal, in the end!"

"Alright," Jaded Jade purred.  "Let's finish this!"  Cuddling her naked body close, she bowed her head and laid a brief, teasing kiss to the hero's bulging bicep, before raising her wicked Asian face and giving a leer into his eyes - while her fingers traced with relish up and down his long helpless penis.  "Let's bring this gigantic pig up to his peak - and then end his life and his fragile little world - all at the same time!"

A huge evil smirk on her electric-blue lips, Savage Sapphire craned her head down and across his six-pack abs and began to bathe the helpless heroic penis in eager and skillful laps of her tongue.  Then, spreading her lips wide, with a delighted giggle, she wrapped them around his tip and began - with no little difficulty, given his titanic girth, but more than enough enthusiasm to get through it - to suck his defenseless dick.

Meanwhile, leaving his lower half to Savage Sapphire's capable and not-at-all-tender devices, Jaded Jade remained focused on his face.  Though not the nominal leader of the Dark Prizm she still regarded herself as the brains of the operation.  So, based on the expression on her face, it clearly tickled her deeply to be the one who got to engage with the Boarman's own head - on the cusp of their moment of total triumph.

"Does it please you, hero?" she cooed.  Reaching out, with one hand she stroked mock-tenderly at his face.  Her other hand, meanwhile, reached down around Savage Sapphire's bobbing blue head to take a significantly less gentle grip upon his enormous balls.  "The end of your life, and your world, is going to come in our arms," she purred.  She licked her full emerald lips, hers hovering just a fraction of an inch in front of his.  "Admit it - deep down, that gives you a little thrill, doesn’t it - hero?" she asked.  Then, her eyes glittering down into his, she gave his balls a deep, predatory squeeze - making his enormous nuts bulge through her green-tipped fingers.

The Boarman took a deep breath, staring up into her face.  "A... a little..." he admitted.

Jaded Jade smirked.  "That's good..." she cooed.

Then, at that point, with a whimper, Savage Sapphire had finally had enough of trying to take the Boarman's titanic girth.  Slurping up off him, she slid her lips further down and engaged in the easier task of lapping and kissing at his shaft.  Looking down, seeing his huge bloated tip bobbing free and available, Jaded Jade smirked, then looked back up into his face.

"You just wait here," she cooed.  Reaching out, she tapped a finger teasingly to his nose.  "I'm going to go rock your world, before we end it."  Then, she dove down, and wrapping her own lips around his tip, eagerly took on the task that had proved too much for Savage Sapphire.

Left looking down the length of his chained up-body, the Boarman had a wonderful view of all five of the Prizms working over their chosen targets.  With Rude Ruby between Americana's thighs, Ghoulish Goldie and Violent Violet swapping back and forth between the captive heroine's lips and her huge breasts, and Savage Sapphire and Jaded Jade both working eagerly to try and make his penis submit utterly to their will, all of them had one thing in common:  all had the backs of their pretty heads turned to him, and were not looking at him at all.  Even Miss Americana, her naked body facing to him, with no less than three wicked villainesses working her over simultaneously, seemed so utterly focused on the ongoing exploitation of her super-human and un-defended charms that on the few occasions they were available her blue eyes never turned to him.

Letting out a slow exhale, the Boarman shook his cowled head.  "Fucking finally," he growled, softly - too soft for even the sighing slurping villainesses working away at his long twitching shaft to hear.  "God damn broads just can't stop running their mouths, giving a man lip in the only way he doesn't deserve," the Boarman added - even as his giant shaft enjoyed twin predatory kisses from two separate sets of smirking lips.

Then, unobserved at last, he turned his boar-tusked head.  Contorting his cowled face, he bit down with his square jaw so that a very particular upper tooth made contact with a non-matching molar on his lower jaw.  The tiny transmitter concealed inside promptly sent a signal to a receiver hidden within his own cowl.  From a nondescript space just below his left tusk, a tiny aperture slid aside.  A narrow but intense laser beam shot out and, with a tiny puff of smoke, cut through the restraint binding his right wrist.

The action of the laser was almost silent, but not quite.  The Boarman held his breath, looking down at the two wicked heads bobbing about his unguarded cock.  But the vicious villainesses, both with big smirks on their full lips, failed to consciously hear a thing over the sound of their own soft hungry sighs and wet rolling slurps.  In the wake of the little 'zot' sound both of their tongues did briefly quiver - and then resumed sliding up and down him in long luxurious strokes, while they giggled in delight at their own naughty prowess.  Breathing a silent sigh of relief, the Boarman turned his head and, contorting his jaw and biting again, scorched open the left restraint as well.

But, though he had both arms free, the Boarman was far from liberated yet.  He still had both his ankles shackled wide apart to the far side of the table - and two mighty villainesses lying atop him, each equipped with sufficient teeth and muscle to do grievous injury to his muscular yet helpless flesh in a second should she so choose.  To stay nothing of the other three, and their potential superheroine-shaped hostage.

So mindful of his predicament, the Boarman moved swiftly, wasting no time.  Lifting his massive arms, he stretched and pumped them a couple times, quickly working out the lethargy that a long period of enforced confinement had induced within them.  Then, reaching up behind his right tusk, he popped open another concealed compartment.  Drawing forth a tiny pill, he put it between his teeth, bit down, and then swirled the contents around until they dissolved into his spit.  Then, he laid back down and spread his arms back out, slipped his wrists back into the open restraints, and once more imitated the exact posture he had been in when bound.  Only taking the time to look carefully at his restraints, and see the little straight cuts that had been lasered through them, would reveal that he was no longer actually completely restrained.

This proved not a moment too soon.  A second later, after giving a deep slurp upon his enormous cockhead, Jaded Jade came back up for air.  Moving her head aside, she relinquished sole dominion over his shaft back to Savage Sapphire - who accepted it with unspoken but hungry relish.  Then looking up, her smirking lips glistening with her own lavishly-applied spittle, the self-regarded intellectual leader of the Dark Prizm gave the apparently still-captive Boarman a delighted, triumphant leer.

"We're almost there," she cooed.  Reaching out, around her slurping comprade, she stroked her fingers teasingly up and down the considerable length of his thick shaft that still remained outside Savage Sapphire's enthusiastic yet inadequate lips.  "Are you ready to admit," she cooed, "that we so-called ‘evil’ women have you beat?  That you are utterly in our power?"

Boarman grunted back.  It was true that his massive shaft was almost entirely hard - almost, but not quite.

"You're good," he admitted up into Jaded Jade's smirking Asian face.  "But you seem to think only physical and visual stimulation is required.  Hard as it may be for you to believe, even men require an emotional component.  And that I know is beyond you."

This response puzzled Jaded Jade for a moment.  But then, a second later, a huge smirk once more spread across her full, glistening lips.  "Oh, I see," she purred.  Slinking further up the bed, she once more drew her gorgeous face near his.  Reaching out, she stroked his cheek.  "Little-widdle Boarmanie needs a kiss.  Is that it?"

Boarman promptly gasped, and shook his huge cowled head back and forth - his eyes seeming almost fearful under his cowl.  "No!" he said.  "No, that's not it!  I..."

But at his desperate objections, her huge smirk got even bigger.  Chuckling softly, Jaded Jade reached out and tapped a green-nailed finger up against his lips, silencing him.

"Too late" she cooed.  Voluptuous hips rolling, she slunk up just a little bit closer, until her face was hovering directly over his.  Her dark hair, iridescent with green highlights, hung down around him like curtains around a dark stage.  Her eyes glittered, as they beheld his handsome aghast face quivering before her behind its cowl.  "Ready or not, boy... here I come," she purred.

Then, lowering her head down to his, Jaded Jade sealed her lips onto the Boarman's, and kissed him.

For several seconds, the kiss remained completely predatory on her part.  Her lips smirked as they pressed against his, while her tongue peeled open his mouth and surged inside, twisting and massaging his own tongue.  As she did so, her naked voluptuous hips rolled back and forth with relish beside where her comrade was sucking his dick, and her green-nailed hand stroked teasingly at his massive pectorals.

But then, a shiver suddenly ran through Jaded Jade, and her aggressive mouth suddenly trembled in shock against his.  Her long tongue, having coiled like a serpent around his, suddenly froze... as it finally began to detect a very odd taste within his mouth.  Suddenly, her gorgeous dark eyes flashed open, and stared down into his - and a bleat of shock ran through the beautiful villainess as she found that, rather than being blown away by the prowess of her lips as she had imagined within her pretty head, he was instead smirking right back up at her as well... but for much better reasons.

A loud moan suddenly sounded from Jaded Jade's throat, and her shapely body squirmed in shock beside her prostrate muscular foe.  Lips quivering in panic, she tried to pull back, to break her lips from his, before the strange fuzziness she already felt in her brain could spread any further. But at that instant the Boarman's massive hand suddenly appeared upon the back of her head.  Taking a firm grip through her iridescent-green hair, he crushed her back up against him, preventing her from breaking the kiss.

At this - at the realization that the Boarman was free and unbound - Jaded Jade's eyes, already wide, spread open like radar dishes and shivered with fresh horror.  She bleated loudly.  And yet, to her further shock, she found the Boarman subjecting her to yet another technique.  Within his own mouth his tongue suddenly coiled tight around hers, and pinned it like a wrestler subduing it's foe - ensuring that not only could her ravishing Asian head not withdraw from his, but she could not even draw her own tongue out from between her teeth.  Utterly unable to speak in any way, Jaded Jade was only able to whimper repeatedly into his mouth - which in the general sea of sea of sighs, moans, and gasps echoing through the highly sexually-charged room, raised not the slightest bit of alarm in any of her still-oblivious comrades.

Time was running out.  Already, the wide-eyed Asian beauty could feel the Boarman's insidious drugs - which she had lapped up eagerly into herself in great quantity before she even realized she had been lured into his trap - work their will upon her.  His body, having been prepped ahead of time with the antidote, was immune - hers was not so lucky.  Her eyes, staring into his, began to lose focus.  On all fours beside him her voluptuous body nevertheless started to sway almost drunkenly back and forth, and her knees slid about clumsily upon the table as his chemical attack began to spread through her flesh - while copious quantities of moisture leaked down from her naked pussy along her sleek thighs.

Realizing she didn't have much time left, Jaded Jade panicked.  Lashing out in desperation, her free hand seized hold of the first secure handhold it could find - which, as it happened, was the head of her friend Savage Sapphire, still bobbing obliviously just above the Boarman's waist.  Shivering in desperation, Jaded Jade's fingers coiled tight into Savage Sapphire's electric-blue hair, taking a firm grip.  Then, acting on pure flailing instinct, she shoved away as hard as she could, trying to dislodge herself from Boarman's grip.

It didn't work - at all.  Held fast in place by his superior muscles and his superior tongue, the Asian beauty's gorgeous head went no-where.  But her panicked motion did succeed in shoving Savage Sapphire's head down, hard, upon the Boarman's enormous penis.

To that point, despite their fearsome reputations and their big talk, neither voluptuous villainess had yet succeeded in getting her lips more than five or six inches down the Boarman's considerable girth.  This was not, entirely, for lack of trying - but every time they had felt his enormous tip swelling into the back of their throats, and had felt just how shockingly over-stretched their lips were about to become, both Savage Sapphire and Jaded Jade had quivered and then, silently assuring themselves they didn't need to go that far, had backed off.

Now, her eyes suddenly flashing wide, Savage Sapphire bleated in shock as she felt herself being forced downwards - the Boarman's enormous tip slamming hard up against the barrier that so far neither of them had managed to pierce.  And yet, despite the savagery of the attack, the blue-haired beauty retained just enough presence of mind to realize that it was her friend and colleague's hand that was wrapped painfully in her hair, furiously forcing her downwards.  In an instant, despite the enormous diameter of veiny shaft they were already wrapped around, her blue lips twisted into a smirk.  Then, accepting her compatriot's unspoken but apparently obvious command, she went ahead and finally opened up her throat, and tried to swallow the Boarman's tremendously long spear.

Immediately a gurgle and shiver ran through Savage Sapphire's face, and body.  It was clear that, in an instant, the mighty villainess had already realized that she had bitten off more than she could chew - so to speak.  But, with her comrade’s hand still slamming down relentlessly on her head, she could not back out now.  With a loud gurgle, her eyes blinking wide in terror and her throat convulsing in devastation, she let the Boarman sink lower and lower through her mouth.  Her blue-painted lips, already spread as wide as the evil beauty imagined they could go, spread wider and wider still until they almost seemed to vanish around his tremendous veiny bulk.  Her neck bulged and she gagged, helplessly - and yet, pushed down by her friend's hand, she could not help but sink lower, and lower, and lower still, impaling herself deeper and deeper upon his enormous meat.

Up top, not really realizing what she was doing, Jaded Jade continued to shove and shove down upon her friend's trembling head in panic, as she continued to quiver in shock under the Boarman's kiss.  At last she shoved down one last time, and found that the trembling handhold underneath her palm would go no further, it was held fast.  With a loud bleat, and a flutter of her stunned dark eyes, the Asian beauty finally realized what she had done - her beloved friend and noble comrade's lips had been shoved down so low, they were kissing at the Boarman's balls.  Savage Sapphire shivered and groaned in disbelief, impaled upon the Boarman's enormous windpipe-blocking schlong like a slain captive inverted upon a sharpened stake.

But Jaded Jade had expended so much energy shoving her friend down, by now her sleek naked body had been thoroughly penetrated by the Boarman's chemical invaders.  Her supple curves trembled, as she was suddenly barely able to stay upright upon her knees.  Her eyes crossed as her vision started to swirl and fade.  Despite her hallucinations, she could see the triumphant sneer upon the Boarman's face, and feel his smirk on the lips still wrapped tightly with hers - and letting out a soft moan, she felt a deep blush spread across her high cheeks.

And then, at the last moment, Jaded Jade could not resist.  As consciousness began to fade entirely, with a soft moan she slumped forward until her large bare breasts jiggled against the Boarman's chest.  Tilting her gorgeous head, she pressed it up into him, no longer fighting the gauntleted hand clamped firmly to the back of her head.  Then, lips pressing up against his in her delirium, almost shyly, she began to kiss him back.  Her tongue, which had been held clamped in his for several long seemingly-endless seconds, unwound and began to caress against his almost tenderly - even as it remained firmly trapped in his embrace.

Feeling the barely-conscious beauty's change of heart, the Boarman chuckled deeply.  As his gloating response rolled over her, Jaded Jade shivered... and the already pink blush upon her lovely Asian cheeks deepened to bright red.  But she still could not help herself.  With the last of her consciousness she pressed herself tight to him, and gave him one last almost-worshipful kiss.  Then, with a groan, she went slack.  Her powerful yet curvy body collapsed against his, and lay still - save for the way her lips continued to quiver delicately against his even without direction from her conquered brain.

The Boarman sighed in satisfaction.  But he knew he did not have time to waste.  For a few more seconds he kept his hand clamped tight around the back of Jaded Jade's head, keeping it pinned against his - just in case she was faking.  Then, to be sure, he swiftly sent his other rough hand sliding down her body - and sent a single finger swiping, rudely, up across her unguarded pussy.  His touch to her lower lips did cause the tiniest of shiver's to ripple up through Jaded Jade's unconscious body, pressed up against his - but other than that, she did not react at all.  Secure in the knowledge his first proud opponent had been safely dealt with, the Boarman finally released his grip - and her tongue.

With a soft moan, Jaded Jade detached from the Boarman.  Then, turning over, she toppled down off him and lay sprawled flat on her back by his side.  Lifting his head, the Boarman could not help but take a moment to admire her.  The svelte Asian villainess, clad in her thighboots and her fingerless gloves and nothing else, lay beside him in all her glory.  Her thighs, parted, exposed her naked glistening pussy, while her large breasts rose and fell with her soft breath.  

However, the action of receiving Jaded Jade's final worshipful kiss, combined with the feeling of Savage Sapphire's entire throat getting penetrated by his cock, had consequences.  After a very long time being kept on the cusp but not entirely hard, the Boarman's penis finally swelled up until it was like one long, throbbing diamond.  Despite the enormous difficulty she was experiencing swallowing him, at the feeling of his immense and complete hardness inside her Savage Sapphire grinned.  Then, with a long moan, she began to pull her face up and off his cock.  It took a long while and, her eyes blinking down in shock, her lips stretched and distended almost grotesquely as she forced them back up his brutal length.  But, at last, her lips popped free once more.  Shaking her head, Savage Sapphire admired the enormous erect cock lifted up and pulsing obediently before her, and smiled.

"Victory is ours, ladies!" she cooed.  "The Boarman is beaten!"

But the other still-awake Prizms, busy sampling the spit, breastmilk, or pussy juices of their new and fantastically buxom superheroine plaything, did not know how to interpret this remark.  They murmured softly, in general agreement with the concept that the bound and helpless Boarman was most certainly theirs - and promptly got their lips back to more immediate and Sapphic pleasures.

Looking down the immense length of the Boarman's erect penis, Savage Sapphire giggled with triumph.  Then, as if to celebrate her victory over superhero-dom in general and the Boarman in particular, she lowered her head, extended her tongue, and, a huge smirk on her full blue lips, began to stroke the tip of her tongue round and round the immense swollen head of his penis.

"Congratulations!" a dark voice said - and it took Savage Sapphire a moment to realize it was the Boarman himself who was speaking to her.  "Let me help you celebrate."

The blue-haired villainess gasped in shock - as two strong hands suddenly seized a tight hold of her pretty head, controlling it utterly.  Her eyes darted to either side - and widened in growing horror as she realized it was the Boarman's fingers that had seized her.  The same Boarman who was supposed to be bound, erect, and utterly at her mercy.  Savage Sapphire could not help herself.  As the realization sunk in her luscious lips dropped open, and she let out a little yelp of horrified shock.

It was the last free act Savage Sapphire would get to make for some time.

A moment later, with a ferocious growl, the Boarman slammed her head downwards again - ramming her conveniently-open lips down onto his penis, and then forcing her head lower still.  Lips spreading out wider, eyes doing the same, Savage Sapphire tried to let out a squeal to warn her comrades.  But, as the Boarman's immense cock-head hurtled up into her mouth all that she could get out was a soft wet gurgle, as he filled her up.  

A moment later, seizing a tight grip on the back of her head, the Boarman showed Savage Sapphire a new definition of her own epithet as he shoved her down onto his cock with ten times the force Jaded Jade had used, over and over and over again.  Her now well-trained throat opening up helplessly around him, the mighty blonde could only whimper and shiver and gurgle pathetically as, eyes rolling deliriously in her skull, a tremendous length of her adversary's penis pounded its way furiously deeper and deeper down her neck.

The Boarman began to thrust his own hips up to meet her - fucking her face with a brutality few women could even imagine, let alone handle.  Despite her vaunted evil prowess, any notion of resistance within Savage Sapphire dissolved almost instantly.  Warbling and whimpering, her wide blue eyes soon grew lost and bewildered over the sheer phallic ferocity pistoning in and out of her taut-spread spittle-spraying lips.  Putting every ounce of force he could into dominating her, the Boarman fucked Savage Sapphire's face the way a heavy-weight boxer might work over an utterly beaten and outclassed opponent - and the effect of each and every thrust upon her seemed almost exactly the same as a championship uppercut might have upon a glass-jawed wimp, until nothing of substance seemed to be left in her reeling once-blonde head.

At last, seizing a firm grip on both sides of Savage Sapphire's head, the Boarman shoved her all the way down until her lips were in his pubes… and held her there.  Savage Sapphire whimpered and gurgled, and her eyes crossed.  Then, as the last of her life was choked out of her by his penis, a curious thing happened.   Her lips, spread out titanically around the very base of his penis, quivered helplessly… and then suddenly began to slurp mindlessly up and down him, worshipfully sucking his victorious cock.  "Oooh," the Boarman said, despite himself, as suddenly all up and down his massive penis he felt her absurdly overstretched throat start to convulse delightfully around him.  The Boarman gasped softly with pleasure as, deep down near his base, her tongue suddenly began to lap and stroke vigorously at what small fraction of his immense life-choking penis it could reach.

It was almost as if Savage Sapphire's body - for based on the glazed and empty expression in her eyes her mind might as well have been a dripping hollow cavity occupied solely by his immense arcing cock at that point - had decided that if this was how it was going to experience the last few seconds of its life, it might as well do so doing what it did best.

Smirking, the Boarman admired the half-dead, cock-suckling villainess for a few seconds.  Then, craning forward, he managed to bring his lips right up to her ear, so he could whisper to her unheard.

"Too late, bitch," he whispered to her softly.

Despite being nearly out of oxygen on account of the huge cock-head buried deep inside her, Savage Sapphire's eyes flashed wide open.  Her gaze briefly sharpening, she turned them up and looked into the Boarman's face. She whimpered softly, and a deep blush spread across her pale cheeks.  Her lips, spread out immensely around his throbbing veiny shaft, briefly froze.  She let out a tiny, forlorn sigh.  Then, despite hearing it was useless, her lips quivered… and then resumed reverently sucking. Loud wet slurps rose from her spread sealed throat, as she strove to give the Boarman pleasure.

The Boarman chuckled, enjoying.  Then, seizing a tighter grip on her electric blue hair, he responded to her tender silent offer by shoving her down savagely once more.  Savage Sapphire whimpered in disbelief, but was unable to resist as, as inexorably as the tides, her lips were driven up until they were slurping around a good portion of the Boarman’s enormous balls, in addition to his cock.  But she continued to suck mindlessly even as her eyes lost focus over her massively engorged lips - and her athletic body convulsed helplessly around a choking force she could scarcely previously have imagined.  

At last, she succumbed.  Her eyes flickered repeatedly and then closed.  Her tongue gave one last helpless slurp to his schlong, and then lay still.  Her nose sucked in one last useless attempt at breath - all passage between it and her actual lungs sealed off by seemingly miles of thick victorious Boar-cock - and then ceased to try even that.  Surrendering to a slumber that might well be eternal, Savage Sapphire gave in and allowed herself to be choked out upon the Boarman’s penis - which she herself had labored tirelessly to make hard.

Once more, the Boarman remained wary.  Reaching down, like Jaded Jade before her he tested Savage Sapphire by shoving a single finger rudely up into her pussy.  When she reacted only with a shiver, and another soft helpless suck upon his shaft, he nodded, and seemed to decide that she too was out.  Seizing her head, he slowly pulled her up and off his cock.  Her limp body neither fighting nor assisting him, Savage Sapphire’s taut-spread lips slowly slurped back up his immense shaft, distending out from her face like she was in the midst of some horrible industrial accident.  At last, her lips popped free of his tip.  

Lifting her up, the Boarman took a moment to ponder Sapphire’s gaping, thoughtless head.  Her lips hung open, as if her jaw had expended all energy upon him.  Regarding her, like Hamlet might his skull, the Boarman chuckled.  Then, he tossed her dismissively aside.  Rolling over, Savage Sapphire came to rest flat on her back, on the opposite side of him from Jaded Jade’s naked and unconscious form.  Her large bare breasts rising and falling, she began to emit slow soft husks of breath - the only clue that any life at all had survived having whatever counted as brains choked out of her by the Boarman’s gigantic penis.

Satisfied that another of his enemies was down for the count, the Boarman moved his gaze on from her to take in the rest of the room.   Assured by Savage Sapphire’s final remark that everything was going according to plan, the other three were all so engrossed in what their mouths were doing to the whimpering and helpless heroine, they had not yet spared him a second glance.  Taking advantage of that while it still lasted, the Boarman leaned forward.  Now with a clear view of his feet, it took only moments, and another quick bite of his tooth, to laser the restraints upon his ankles open as well.  Then, slowly and carefully, he slipped down off the table upon which he had lain and landed silently on his feet.

Standing free, the Boarman found himself directly behind a swarm of squirming female flesh - as right in front of him three oblivious villainesses were busy working over their single super-heroine victim.  The Prizms’ backs were all to him.  Even Miss Americana, who was facing towards him, was so utterly overcome by what was happening to her - her eyes closed during most of their kisses, or clouded with flowing moisture on the few occasions they did blink open as she moaned - that she seemed every bit as oblivious to the Boarman’s newly-won freedom as her rivals.

Looking around, the Boarman spotted some pads that had been set up at the far end of the table.  Pre-laced with soporific chemicals, the Prizm had set them out to allow the easy capture of any Royal who stumbled into their last line of traps, or to pacify the Boarman should he start to escape.  Snatching one up, the Boarman turned back and studied his options.

To the right, Violent Violet was in the midst of an extended kissing session with the Queen of Justice.  Stroking the beautiful heroine’s masked cheek, she giggled throatily in between plying Miss Americana with tongue.  She seemed engrossed enough, gazing into Miss Americana’s eyes, that the Boarman briefly wrote her off.

Likewise, down low, Rude Ruby seemed to be engaged in a contest to see how far she could cram her head up between Americana’s thighs.  The mighty heroine’s muscular legs, mysteriously, remained spread wide open and could but shiver uselessly, as the smirking villainess went to town upon the tender once-virtuous region up between them.  But, her vision almost entirely blocked by muff and by sleek curvy thigh, and with seemingly gallons of Americana’s juices rolling down over her face, she also did not seem to pose much immediate threat of spotting him.

Which, by process of elimination, left Ghoulish Goldie.  The dark-skinned platinum-blonde villainess had her head down, and was lapping her tongue teasingly at the extended swollen tip of Miss Americana’s enormous right breast.  But that could change at any time, and of all of them the Boarman judged her to be the most likely to take a casual glance back over her shoulder to see how things were going - a glance that would certainly bring all three of them whirling and falling upon him viciously moments later.

His choice made, the Boarman silently sidled up until he was just behind Ghoulish Goldie’s ultra-curvy figure.  His immense penis, still hard, hovered right behind her enormous bare buns - such that the motion of another inch would leave him cradled between them.  Then, reaching out, he tapped her on the shoulder, on the far side of her body from her friends.

The mere tap did not raise Goldie’s suspicion.  Apparently presuming it was one of her rearward friends wanting to swap positions, she raised her head up off of Americana’s breast - a sly smirk upon her moist lips.  But a moment later, in the act of straightening up, her voluptuous bottom ended up pushing back across the tiny remaining distance between them, and collided directly with the Boarman’s erect penis.

Her eyes going wide, Ghoulish Goldie’s dripping lips tumbled open in shock.  This was the moment the Boarman was waiting for.  Arm moving like a striking viper, he sent his hand surging up and around her and clamped it down firmly upon her face.  Cramming the chemical-soaked pad tight over her mouth, his powerful fingers pushed through it to tightly seal her nose, while his palm pushed as much of the drug-laced pad as possible through her opulent lips.

When he made his strike, the Boarman made sure to come in low across her body and then up to her turned face - so that, from the perspective of Violent Violet his arm was almost entirely hidden underneath Goldie’s large breasts.  His other arm, meanwhile, snuck across her narrow waist, trapped her own as-yet unsuspecting arms, and pinned them tight up against her body.  Then, keeping the pad firmly in place upon her face, he slammed the curvy ensnared villainess back up against his own muscular flesh.

“Mmmmblm!” Ghoulish Goldie moaned, loudly, into her pad.  But unfortunately for her, with his tight grip over her mouth and nose, her best attempt to warn her friends just came out sounding like more of the erotic bleats and groans the Queen of Justice had been filling their ears with for some time now, and they took not the slightest notice.

After a couple more moans failed to raise any alarm whatsoever from her two nearby heroine-slurping friends, Ghoulish Goldie seemed to belatedly realize that she was going to have to come to her own rescue, and began to fight back.  But, unfortunately for her, in her initial panic, and with the pad pushed through her lips and into her mouth, she had already taken a significant quantity of the will-taming chemicals into her body.  Further, the Boarman knew his business, and had her pinned firmly.  As she attempted to wiggle and thrash her way free of his embrace, it quickly became clear that she was going nowhere.

But even if her arms were pinned and her mouth sealed, Ghoulish Goldie did have one avenue left to attack - the one beneath her narrow and incredibly curvy waist.  Over and over, Ghoulish Goldie’e gigantic globular buns slammed back hard against the Boarman’s enormous erect shaft, sealing and squeezing him between her deep quivering cheeks.  It was like two titanic dark wrecking balls were trying to demolish a singular proud tower.  When she wasn’t pounding them back against him, she wiggled her posterior furiously, rubbing her enormous buns back and forth across his package - which was large enough, and her butt-cleavage deep enough, that no matter how furiously she thrashed he was never fully dislodged from her sacred crevice.

But all this buttock-based ferocity accomplished nothing, but to make the Boarman’s gigantic penis twitch with visible delight between her enormous silky dark spheres.

Leaning his head in, the Boarman brought his lips down near Ghoulish Goldie’s ear.  “Nice try,” he whispered softly to her.  Over the clamped pad, her eyes blinked in shock - as she felt his smirk trace against the edge of her ear.  “But not good enough.  Now… it’s my turn.”

Using his hold on her, the Boarman drew his hips back - drawing his long penis back down her buttocks.  Then he pushed back in - pressing it back up in between them.  Above the gag, Ghoulish Goldie’s already wide-blinking eyes suddenly spread out enormously, in stunned disbelief - as, pressing up against a certain tender aperture, his penis suddenly signaled to her where his next attack was going to land.

“Ready?” the Boarman purred into her ear, as he enjoyed the vibration of her trembling asshole against his tip.  “I hope so, for your sake,” he added, softly.  Then, he rammed forward.

Ghoulish Goldie’s body shivered and trembled in shock against him, but could not resist in any other way, as her tender anus was suddenly slammed wide apart, and then forced to admit a seemingly impossible length and width of the Boarman’s tremendous cock.  As he slid up into her, it was suddenly intensely obvious to Goldie, in no uncertain terms, that they had long since accomplished their objective.  The titanic penis spreading and pushing up into her anus was absolutely diamond-hard, and thus ready to be fed on - for if it were anything less then it could not possibly have forced its way into such a tight and furiously-clamping passage.  A thick coating of Savage Sapphire’s saliva provided some lube - but nowhere near enough.  Head rolling back and hissing with pleasure, the Boarman drove in further and further, regardless.

Trembling upon him, Ghoulish Goldie shivered and whimpered and moaned.  But once more her every helpless vocalization, at yet another inch of tremendous boar-cock being driven up in between her giant quivering buns, reached the ears of her sisters as just yet another sound of sexual pleasure - and registered no more than a ripple would within the heaving ocean.  

At last, eyes rolling up, Goldie gave in entirely.  Unable to resist even further, she began to huff in big lungfuls of his will-taming gas - the better to deal with the irresistible force he was driving up between her buttocks.  Her eyes wavered, and began to lose focus.  And, as she began to succumb to the gas, her buxom hips quivered… and then pressed back down, ever so slightly - driving herself even further down onto him.

Lips at her ear, the Boarman let out a dark chuckle, as he felt her taut anus slide along his penis, driven by no effort of his own.  Her eyes rapidly becoming drunk upon his gas, Ghoulish Goldie still had the presence of mind to let out a tiny humiliated shriek… and, despite their dark ebony tone, a clear blush spread across her high cheeks.  But this did nothing to stop her curvy hips from sliding back up - and then pushing back down into him again.  And then again, and again.  As her eyes lost coherence and her brain succumbed completely to his gas, Ghoulish Goldie’s curvy hips drove down again and again - fucking herself brutally upon his big chauvanist cock.

Then, at last, it was simply too much.  Her enormous buttocks made one last quivering stroke downwards, driving herself along his length, until they were pressed tight into his crotch.  Her entire hourglass-shaped torso shivered uncontrollably, under the force she was inflicting on herself.  Then, with a final sigh, her head bowed down.  Her tear-filled golden eyes flickered and then closed, and she was entirely still in his arms - save, that is, for the helpless involuntary clamping her wrecked anus continued to deliver to the entire length of his cock.

The entire attack had seemed to take an eternity to play out for the combatants themselves.  But in reality it had taken just a little over a minute from first contact between his cock and her buns, and her buxom body going limp in his arms.  The other two villainesses, still busy sampling Miss Americana’s bodily fluids, had not noticed a thing.

This time, as pleasant as his posture was, the Boarman didn’t have time to waste checking if Ghoulish Goldie was actually unconscious.  Having been looking right into her eyes as the fight and spirit went out of her, he knew she was his - and every second he spent holding her was another second the other two might spot him.  So, keeping one hand coiled around the limp villainess’s shapely waist, he raised the other swiftly to his cowl, and pressed a tiny hidden button.

“I’m going to go help the others,” he growled softly.  From his cowl, the same words emerged in a much lighter tone that was a decent approximation of Ghoulish Goldie’s voice.  It was at least close enough to fool her friends, given how distracted they were.  Busy sticking their tongues into Miss Americana, both remaining villainesses nodded their heads absently, and paid little attention to the announcement.  A moment later, the Boarman whirled unconscious Goldie around - her buns still pressed down around his cock - and laid her down upon her belly onto the table beside Jaded Jade and Savage Sapphire.  With some difficulty, he managed to extract his still-erect cock back out of her taut, slurping butthole.  Once free, he turned, and surveyed his remaining foes.

Violent Violet and Rude Ruby, primed by their colleague’s apparent statement, did not seem at all concerned that she had vanished.  But, if the two evil beauties remained oblivious to the Boarman’s free state, not all the conscious women in the room were so affected.  At the sound of Ghoulish Goldie’s voice Miss Americana, busy getting kissed by Violent Violet, opened her eyes to watch the dark-skinned villainess depart.  She promptly beheld the Boarman standing before her, his muscular body free and unchained, looming just behind her remaining tormentors.

As Miss Americana’s blue eyes looked up into his, the Boarman lifted a finger to his lips and gestured her to silence.  But, half delirious with the lusts pouring up from her well-tongued pussy, Miss Americana was in no state to obey.  Her eyes spread wide, staring at him in disbelief.  Then, she let out a loud bleat into her kiss, and her body shook in sudden shock to see the Boarman free.

But fortunately for him the two remaining villainesses had no idea what had suddenly made their buxom prize so agitated.  Chuckling gleefully, Violent Violet seized a tight grip upon Miss Americana’s face, and turned it firmly back towards her.  Then, breaking the kiss, she gave a smirking leer down into the superheroine’s lovely gasping countenance, while running a teasing purple-nailed finger down her cheek.  “Now, now,” the sharp-toothed villainess cooed.  Her lips, formed into a smirk, slowly sunk back in to take their prize once more.  “Don’t get all agitated,” she cooed, “just because we’re on the verge of our triumph…”

But, despite her reassuring words, and despite the continued chastising gestures from the Boarman himself, Miss Americana still could not stop staring at him - even as Violent Violet drew her back in, and gave her another kiss.  Realizing that depending on Miss Americana’s will was a losing proposition, and that he didn’t have much time, the Boarman quickly seized up another prepared pad, and then got into position.  Meanwhile, Violent Violet smirked as she gave Miss Americana’s trembling mouth some deep tongue-work… and then withdrew.  And, finally, staring at the gorgeous heroine, a frown crossed her face - as she realized the Queen of Justice’s blue eyes seemed to be continuously fixed at something just over her left shoulder.

“What is it?” she asked.

And, keeping one hand on Americana’s shoulder, to control her, Violent Violet turned around… and found herself standing face to face with the Boarman.

“Oh…” the naked purple-haired villainess said, softly.  Her eyes grew wider and wider, as she took in the broad-shouldered hero standing right in front of her.  Then they darted over, and grew wide - as she saw the sprawled nude forms of three of her comrades, already lying conquered behind him.

Violent Violet was not a woman normally prone to excessive hesitation.  Nevertheless, at the sight of her wrecked allies, she seemed to briefly freeze, as if struggling to figure out what her next move should be.  It did not help that the Boarman, though he loomed right in front of her, seemed completely still - his hands both where she could see them.

But in this instinctive calculus, the purple-clad villainess had not reckoned that he might have another weapon, hidden away out of her field of sight.  Already erect and throbbing, it took only a tiny imperceptible thrust of his hips to bring it to bear.  Such was the Boarman’s unerring accuracy, the first inkling Violent Violet had of his approaching attack was when something vast and hard suddenly nuzzled up into the exposed crevice between her naked and glistening pussy lips.

Violent Violet’s eyes, already wide, suddenly spread even further.  Swiveling over, they left her fallen friends and turned to stare at the Boarman.

He chuckled.

“Surprise,” he said softly.

Then, before the vicious villainess could otherwise react, he thrust up into her - the natural curve of his hardened penis helping him lever up into the proper angle of attack.  And, in the same motion, even as he was entering up into her shivering voluptuous body, his muscular arm lunged forward and slammed his pre-prepared pad down onto her face.  Her purple eyes spread wide in shock, over the pad - as through it she was only able to make a brief soft bleat.

Meanwhile Violet’s entire voluptuous body shivered as her pussy suddenly erupted outwards and then accepted an immense volume of hardened veiny shaft, driving up into it.  Her mighty hands, swinging forward instinctively towards him, did not seem to know whether they were seeking to attack the Boarman or cling tight to him for support.  In the event, as still more of him poured up into her, she felt one hand get seized and the other trapped, as she was sealed into a clench.  Moments later, her big breast bounced up against his chest, followed moments later by her sleek belly pressing up against his - but even in the midst of that she could scarcely react, save to roll her eyes up and let out another shrill warbling moan, as in the process several more impossible inches slid up into her.

At last, in what was but seconds but had seemed like untold eons as it happened to her, Violent let out a dazed yip as the Boarman finally struck home, all the way inside her.  Her voluptuous body jerked violently, as she suddenly felt his punishing force pressed into her deepest, tenderest weak points.  Her eyes, blinking wide, stared up into his in shock.  Smirking, the Boarman lowered his head, until his lips were nestled against his ear, while his mortal enemy shivered up against him - impaled utterly upon his rock-hard cock.

“Just so you know,” he whispered softly into Violet’s ear, “I just got done using this to wreck Goldie’s ass.”

Violent Violet’s eyes blinked a couple times in confusion - and then spread wide, along with a stunned moan from her smothered lips, as his meaning finally sunk home.  Her beautiful head trembled, her eyes wide and moist - as the putrid implications surged up and down inside her, like whatever horrid detritus was being carried up and down within her upon his immense pulsing veins.  But then, the Boarman began pumping - and those revolting thoughts, along with pretty much all others, got driven straight out of Violet’s skull, once something much more devastating began to surge inside her.

“Oh, fuck yessss…” the Boarman growled, with pleasure.  Violent Violet’s tight pussy sped up and down him, as he nailed it.  Twisting her around, while maintaining their tight wiggling embrace, he slammed her up against the side of the table he had himself just been strapped to, and railed her up into it.  His powerful strokes slid into her hard enough her taut bubble-shaped buns squished deep around the corner of the table, each time he crushed her cunt.  Her sleek stunning body pressed and squirmed wildly up against him - unable to do anything else.  Her large naked breasts wobbled and batted violently against his massive chest, as the Prizm’s most vicious champion took blow after blow after deep punishing blow up between her long spread legs.

Her lips hanging open and panting, Miss Americana watched in awe as the Boarman and Violet wrestled.  Given the blurry vision of her moist eyes, and the way he had turned to smash her up against the table, she could not see what technique the Boarman was actually using to subjugate their mutual foe.  But, with a deep sigh, she smiled despite herself - and silently wished him luck.  Then her eyes rolled upwards, and all thoughts of the ongoing contest vanished from her brain, at the latest fiendish swirl Rude Ruby had begun making with her tongue against the Clit of Justice.

Meanwhile, still furiously pumping away with his hips - and needing to use few other muscles to keep his increasingly helpless opponent subdued - the Boarman looked down into Violet’s stunned face, and chuckled.  After their long teasing of him upon the table, and then the pleasures of Savage Sapphire’s convulsing throat followed by Ghoulish Goldie’s unprepared ass, his penis was completely ready within her.  He seemed to see little reason to hold back.  Still subjecting her deepest tender depths to an unrelenting storm of strokes, furnished by nothing but quick jackhammer-like thrusts of his hips, he lowered his lips down to bring them once more near the wicked villainess’s ear.

“Don’t think I forgot what you did to one of my boys,” he reminded her.  Impaled upon him, her luscious body shivering up against his muscular bulk, Violent Violet’s eyes spread wide and blink in shock as she realized what was driving his grudge-fuck inside her.  Slowly, lips pressed to her ear, the Boarman shook his cowled head, and smirked.  “It seems only appropriate,” he whispered to her casually, “that you provide a replacement to compensate for him.”

Shivering and squirming helplessly up against him, Violent Violet was so dizzied by what his mammoth tool was doing to her, it took her several seconds, and several deep strokes, to figure out what he meant.  But when it did her purple eyes, which had been rolling around in their sockets as if being forcibly swirled around by the physical force with which he was churning up her insides, suddenly spread wide and focused on him, quivering in shock.

But by then, it was far too late.  With one last growl of pleasure, the Boarman thrust all the way up into her, until her impaled body shivered up against him, pinned against the table.  With a groan, he unleashed himself into her.  Violent Violet’s body quivered in shock, as an enormous discharge of semen spurted up into her womb.  So massive was the Boarman’s ejaculation, in seconds streamers of pearly fluid were beginning to leak out around his massive shaft, as it pulsed between her wide-spread nether lips.

Overwhelmed by the feeling of his cum inside her, and the pulsing of his huge shaft, Violent Violet quivered uncontrollably and then let out a muffled squeal into the pad - as she climaxed as well.  Spurts of her own fluids joined his pearly cum in dribbling out of her impaled cunt.  And, moments later, it finally happened.  Purple eyes shimmering as they looked up into his face, after a long struggle of attempting to hold her breath even as her body and soul were both reamed out, she finally gave in and began sucking in long deep breaths of gas out of his pad.  As she did so, her curvaceous hips, rather than serving as a passive receptacle for his bestial cock, began to buck lightly up against him - sliding her taut pussy up and down his cock, as if helping to milk out each fresh new spurt of cum from his throbbing cock up into her womb.

At her reaction, the Boarman grinned and let out a low chuckle.  His own body suddenly went ramrod-still - letting her sleek curves do the last work of pulling out the remainder of his load.  Violent Violet whimpered softly, and her eyes blinked in humiliation.  But, she could not help herself - her reactions were those of an animal now, her body moving helplessly.  Her curvy hips made a last few passes up and down him, pulling up a tiny spurt of extra cum into herself with each stroke.  Upon her high cheeks a slight blush deepened rapidly as, with each stroke, she felt his once-hard beast limpen - and had it driven into her, along with his semen, that having brought him up to the exact peak of arousal they desired, in taking him past it, she had ruined the very erection they had needed - and let him plant his seed inside her in the process.

Finally, with one last groan of pleasure, the Boarman shot the last of his load, and then pulled out.  He pulled away the pad, and stepped back.

Violent Violet, the once-lethal villainess, was left tottering back and forth upon her long legs, her face looking as if she were drunk.  Slowly, her lips hanging open to expose her sharp teeth, she turned her eyes down, and looked down past her large bare breasts and her sleek sweaty body to her pussy.  From the gaping slit, streamers of the Boarman’s cum hung down - signifying that he had taken his full and due compensation from her, for what she had done to one of his sidekicks.

“Oh… oh my God… what a p-pig…” Violent Violet whimpered softly.

Then, with that, she succumbed to the gas and the exhaustion of his fuck.  Her eyes rolling up, she suddenly toppled ingloriously backwards and landed with a thump, sprawled out and naked and ruined at the Boarmans’ feet.  Her pussy, left gaping up towards him, gave one last quiver - and then vomited out another thick streamer of his cum, from the lake he had left deep inside her broad flat belly.

The entire time the little internal contest had been playing out, between the Boarman’s penis and the interior of her champion, Rude Ruby’s head had remained buried between Americana’s thighs, bobbing slightly as she continued to go to town on the heroine’s slit.  And Miss Americana herself, her eyes rolling in her head at what was being done to her down there, though she saw Violet topple over, remained blissfully oblivious to how their next-to-last shared foe had been disposed of.  

But at the soft thump of Violet’s unconscious body hitting the floor, Rude Ruby sighed softly - and then seemed to decide to check on what that noise had been.  It appeared an idle curiosity, with no urgency.  Darting in, she gave the besieged heroine one last devious lap of her tongue.  Then, a shining bridge of saliva still connecting her tongue-tip to Americana’s clitoris, she withdrew her scarlet head back out from between the Queen of Justice’s mighty trembling legs.  Turning her head, she looked past the sleek swell of Americana’s sculpted thigh, expecting to see her comrade’s pussy - and instead saw the Boarman’s enormous penis dangling right in front of her face.

Even for a veteran villainess of her caliber, it seemed to take Rude Ruby a moment to process this.  For a second, her eyes spread wide, staring at the enormous threatening penis in shock.  Then, with a yelp, she instinctively leapt back from it - knowing that where the Boarman’s manhood was, his fist would probably not be far behind.  However, having just completed his conquest of Violet, the Boarman was for once not in a position to immediately attack.  Completing her leap, Rude Ruby ended up seated on her ass, her legs extended out in front of her and arms back propping up her torso.

In that posture, for a moment, the hero and the arch-villainess regarded one another.  Her eyes darted around - and she gasped in horror, as she saw that all of her proud friends had already been efficiently disposed of.  Her eyes blinked in horror as she regarded the three naked bodies laid out upon the table, and a fourth lying sprawled wide behind the Boarman’s boot - but did not linger there, rapidly snapping back to gape up at the Boarman.

Meanwhile, Miss Americana remained tied up and helpless in between, and just to one side, of where the hero and villainess were staring at one another.  Squirming, gasping, the naked Queen of Justice nevertheless found that for all her valiant efforts she had ended up being nothing but the helpless audience, standing by to observe the confrontation of her respective rivals - and, like just another damsel in distress, to be the busty prize of whoever won.

At last, getting her wits about her after the shock of coming face-to-face with the Boarman’s penis and seeing all her friends pacified, Rude Ruby lifted her head and glared.  The two opponents - villainess seated on her ass, hero towering over her - remained momentarily still as they sized each other up; each well aware that the moment they started moving the other would too.  For several seconds only the hapless superheroine, squirming and sloshing valiantly yet impotently upon her pole to one side, provided motion to the resulting tableau.

“So… so do you expect me to surrender?” Rude Ruby asked, at last.  She sat with her legs slightly parted - allowing the Boarman to get a good look at her pussy.  Even as she spoke, her crimson-painted lips and her sculpted cheeks and chin all glistened with a thick coating of Americana’s purloined pussy juices.  “Is that what’s going through your head?” she hissed up at him.

The Boarman shrugged.  “It would probably be the smart move,” he said to her.  “I have disposed of all your friends quite easily.  That said, you’re a woman - so expecting you to be smart is something I long since learned to avoid.”

Even though she knew who she was facing, for a moment Rude Ruby’s jaw dropped slightly, and she gaped at him in unbridled disbelief, at that comment.  But then, lips twisting up, she got a hold of herself - and slowly shook her head.

“Bold words,” she cooed.  “For someone who left his biggest weakness hanging right in front of me!”

And with that, with an eager and delighted squeal, Rude Ruby suddenly surged forward and struck.  Lunging up off her ass with startling speed, her hand darted forward and, before the Boarman could react, seized hold of his long, limp and completely unprotected penis.  Then, with a cackle like a young girl delighting in destroying her little brother’s favorite toy right in front of him, she dug her nails into his tender veiny flesh.  Her mighty hand squeezed again and again, as hard as her superhuman muscles possibly could, as she laughed - as if trying to make the gigantic thing burst.

To be continued next time when, with our supporting players disposed of, we will finally get a three-way showdown between bitter enemies to determine who will rise - and who will go down.