The Seduction of Valiant Valkyrie

 

By Violator

 

 

Author’s Note – this story started as an attempt to re-contextualize the visuals from The Pit’s ‘Lost in the Hood’ interracial porn comic into a super-heroine story, at the request of a friend.  The opening sequence steals shamelessly from *closely references* the events of that comic, with things diverging more and more the deeper into the story we go and becoming entirely disconnected about halfway through.  Events and characters should be well-described enough that you don’t need the original visuals to follow along, and there are certain elements that diverge right from the start.  But personally I like reading these sorts of stories with a visual reference on the other side of my screen, so if you do have access to that comic consider using it as a bonus.

To make up for the inherent un-creativity acknowledged above, and since the story trades heavily on naïveté, I decided to try my hand at a story focusing exclusively on ‘original’ heroines for once.  Besides the title character a couple more show up near the end, for a little extended epilogue.  While I would be shocked if no one’s used the names before, a quick Google search and search on the index of this site didn’t’ turn up anything – save for a brand of handbags I wasn’t previously aware of.  But if I have stepped on someone’s toes then my apologies in advance.

Also, as a warning:  given the source material, this story pushes heavily into ‘interracial conversion fetish’ territory, as you would get on Blacks on Blondes et al.  If that’s a turn off for you, you should probably skip this one.

Send any comments or feedback to violatoremail@gmx.com.

Hit END for a short summary.  I also put quick bios of the heroines appearing in the story after it.  Though they all get introduced within the story as well so you shouldn’t need to, if you want to read about the heroines herein in advance you can do so there.

 

 

 

 

A smug smirk upon her gorgeous lips, the super-heroine known as Valiant Valkyrie sauntered down a dark, grimy, inner-city street.  But though she had the physique and the bearing of one, she wasn’t currently dressed like a super-heroine.  Her athletic yet voluptuous body was squeezed into a tight pink club-dress that was practically painted to her sleek curves, and reached barely an inch down her thigh from below the projecting swell of her buxom ass.  Her sleekly muscular legs, extending down miles from the hem of her tiny dress, terminated in six-inch pink pumps.

‘This is my best idea yet,’ the gorgeous blonde thought, purring to herself, as she strutted along down the filthy streets.  ‘No one will suspect the mighty warrior of womanhood known as Valiant Valkyrie is walking the streets like this…’  Despite herself, the smirking blonde got an uncharacteristic thrill from the way scuzzy low-lifes skulking through the slums around her turned and stared in awe as her voluptuous well-rounded hips strutted fearlessly past.  ‘From what I learn from their loose lips,’ she thought, her blue eyes glittering eagerly, ‘I’ll be able to arrest male chauvinist scum with ten times the effectiveness I had before!’

Herja Herisdottir aka the Valiant Valkyrie had been active in the mortal world for about three months.  One of the half-divine Valkyries of fabled Asgard, for hundreds of years Herja had obediently served her crusty divine ‘masters’ before the writings of enlightened mortal women had finally inspired her to rebel.  Stealing a magic belt, she had come down to the surface world to kick ass and show men what a real woman could do.  She had made quite a splash – tearing through the criminal underworld and adorning the pages of countless tabloids in her skimpy female-symbol-adorned bikini, winged helmet, and little else.  But though her battle-hewn reflexes and magic invulnerability had allowed her to tear through the lower ranks of the underworld like a Nordic sword through hapless tissue paper, the mighty heroine had soon grown deeply frustrated by her inability to track down the higher-ups who really ran the woman-exploiting underworld show.  Hence the mighty blonde warrior’s current reconnaissance mission.

As she turned the corner of 14^th and Long, she suddenly found herself before three huge, hulking Black Stallions gang members.  Turning her head, she eyed them up with interest – though perhaps not for the reason the macho brutes thought.  She let her eyes trace up and down their broad chests, towering frames, and the gargantuan bulges in the fronts of their athletic pants.  Feeling an uncomfortable tingle deep inside at the sight of the latter, she squirmed and, darting her blue eyes back upwards, swiftly assured herself they were fake.  ‘They would be four times the size of even the largest of our Gods!’ she thought, her heart briefly thumping.  ‘There’s… there’s simply no way…’ she reassured herself, her smug smirk swiftly returning.  ‘This must be what these ‘urban’ types call ‘straight fronting’!’ she thought, her huge smirk steadily spreading back across her large pink lips.

“Hey girl,” the huge thug on the left said, his low and rumbling voice dragging her back into the real world.  “What you doing wandering the ghetto?”

“You got a pimp, girl?” the thug on the right said.  He looked her up and down and smirked.  “If not, want one?  If so… want a better one?”

But the middle thug said nothing.  His eyes narrowing, he just stared at her silently.

Turning until her ass faced to them, Herja looked back over her shoulder and smirked.  She twisted her golden hair between her fingers, as she looked them up and down.  ‘I could take all of them with ease…’ she thought.  Her luscious body squirmed eagerly beneath her skimpy dress as she imagined their muscular male bodies lying sprawled and helpless at her feet.  ‘Even without my belt…’  But just in case, the magic implement in question was coiled up and ready inside the tiny pink purse that hung from the crook of her arm.  ‘But tonight…’ she thought, ‘such low level scum are beneath my notice…’

“I have no interest in you!” she said, in her best imitation of an American college girl’s singsong lilt – which interacted interestingly with her natural Nordic accent.  She wiggled her epically rounded ass before them, tauntingly.  “Leave me alone… or else!” she added.  Then, turning her gorgeous face forward once more, chin lifted haughtily, she sauntered pneumatically on along her way… giving them yet more spectacular views of her insane backside as it swayed slowly away from them.

“C’mon,” the left thug said, as he watched the voluptuous blonde slowly strut away from him.  Such was the sumptuous of her voluptuous curves, jiggling in her tight dress, that his and his fellows’ penises are already at full and rampant attention.  He was called Stash, after the prestigious position he’d held during his first stint in prison.  “Let’s go get that bitch,” he hissed, eyes glittering greedily at her, “and teach her a lesson her pussy never forget!”

“Yeah,” the right thug said, eyes glittering.  He was called Booty Man, for reasons that became obvious once you lined up his girlfriends.  “And that big fine ass, too!”

But the center thug – the biggest, and the leader – held up his hand.  The gold chain around his neck labeled him as ‘Wrecker’.  “No,” he said.  “Wait.”

“What?” Stash said, as he watched the blonde beauty’s stunning tight-clad ass swaying further away by the second.  “Did you see those giant tits?!”

“And that insane ass?!” Booty Man said.  “Man, I ain’t seen buns like that on a white chick since… ever!”

“Yeah, I did,” Wrecker said.  “I saw ‘em real well.  Ain’t you guys get it?  That ain’t no normal club-meat inside that dress.  That slut’s a super-heroine, for sure!”

“What?!” Stash said, in disbelief.

“No way…” Booty Man said, looking at her rapidly receding and staggeringly hourglass-shaped figure in disbelief… disbelief of multiple kinds.

“Only they’ve got bodies like that,” Wrecker said.  “Least without snappin’ in two.”  He licked his lips, in awe, at the memories of how her hourglass figure had contorted before him.  “She’s probably trying to scope out some more dopes to bust.  But don’t worry, I got a plan.  If she is what I think she is, I think I know what to do.  If I’m wrong… then who gives a shit?  Her fine ass will end up ours anyways.”

“Uh-huh…” Stash said.  His eyes narrowed.  “This ‘plan’ wouldn’t involve you getting first crack at her… would it?”

Wrecker smirked.  “Why, yes.  Yes it would!” he laughed.

“Of course…” Booty Man said, rolling his eyes.  “And what do you want us to do?”

Wrecker grinned.  “The usual, niggas.  The usual.”  His lips spread wider.  “Watch and wait!”

Then, without another word, chortling to himself, he strutted forward, following rapidly in Valiant Valkyrie’s voluptuous jiggling wake.

Too self-confident to be the slightest bit concerned about what was going on – or approaching – behind her considerable yet tautly curved backside, the Nordic goddess stopped midway down the block, just outside the entrance to a narrow alley, and stretched.  “Mmmm…” she purred, arching her back.  ‘Being a super-heroine rocks!’ she thought.  ‘Getting to flaunt this body before mortals.  Why did I waste so much time with stuffy bearded old creeps, just ‘cause they called themselves Gods?!’

Suddenly, to her utter shock, a pair of dark hands appeared upon her hips.  Before the stunned beauty could react one slid right down between her legs, and up beneath her skirt.  His rough fingers pressed to, and stroked, the crotch of her skimpy pure-white panties.  The other slid up and seized her by one of her gargantuan all-natural breasts, his fingers squeezing into her succulent soft flesh.

“What the?!” she gasped, her jaw dropping in disbelief.  “Who… who do you think-“ she squealed, her mighty, shapely body tensing as she prepared to whirl and kick his ass.  Yet as she did so, her projecting buns suddenly collided against something huge and veiny pressing up in between them.  Her eyes spread wide, as she felt it throb against her.

“Shhhh…” Wrecker purred, leaning down with dark smirking lips to whisper in the disguised super-heroine’s ear.  “Ain’t you that whore Vile ordered?  You look just like her!  What you fighting back for?!”

Valiant Valkyrie gasped.  For a moment she found it hard to think through her awe at the gigantic boner pressed up between her jiggling buns.  Her pussy suddenly felt moist – and the dark finger stroking her, through her thin white panties, didn’t help.  But then, his words started to sink in.

‘He… he thinks I’m a prostitute!’ she thought, as her big bubble-shaped bottom wiggled helplessly up against his giant bulge.  Then, eyes going wide, the second part of what he’d said finally trickled its way up into her gorgeous, cock-stunned blonde head.  ‘For Lord Vile!’ she thought, her blue eyes suddenly seeing far into the distance.  ‘The… the biggest hood in the city!  If I bust him…’  At the very thought of arresting the notorious Lord Vile she licked her lips, growing metaphorically wet within her crime-fighting ego to match the physical wetness steadily growing between her thighs.

“I said, you the girl for Vile or not?” Wrecker asked, when the quivering blonde failed to immediately reply.  Using his delightful handholds he slammed her shapely tight body, hard, back against his delightedly throbbing cock.  His dark hand lifted and squeezed her gargantuan right breast.

Valiant Valkyrie gaped down in shock, her lips trembling, as she watched her ample breast-fat squeeze through his thick fingers.  In an instant, she made a decision.

“I… I am…” she whispered.  Her voluptuous ass squirmed back, against his gargantuan package, as her ample breast-fat jiggled between his fingers.  “I… I just…”  She swallowed, heavily.  “Forgot…”

Wrecker’s eyes narrowed.  “Forgot?” he said.  “That’s mighty suspicious.  I’ll have to inspect you…”  Letting go of her breast, he reached around and instead groped her ass.  In front, his finger continued to stroke her pussy through her panties.  Though they trembled, her sleek thighs made no effort to close, letting him.  ‘To… to maintain my cover!’ she told herself, eyes rolling in her trembling head.

“You got a problem with that, whore?” he asked.

She gasped, trembling under his intrusive caresses.  She licked her lips.  “What… what kind of inspection?” she asked at last, as her pussy continued to moisten under the slow, teasing rubs of his fingertip through her panties.

“Just up under your dress a bit,” he purred, pouring the words down her helpless little ear like smooth poisoned honey.  “Make sure you ain’t got a wire on under there.  Then, once I know you clean, I’ll call up Vile and tell him you on your way.”

She trembled, and bit her lip.  Her considerable ass jiggled around his throbbing beast, while her pussy tingled under his light strokes.  She was finding the latter were making it strangely difficult for her to think straight.  “Okay…” she finally said softly, her body squirming involuntarily beneath his insolent caress.

Wrecker grinned.  “Alright,” he purred.  “Then let’s go somewhere more private…”

Suddenly taking a tight grip upon her waist he hoisted Herja off her feet and put her delightful wiggling form under his arm.  Turning, her round squirming ass facing forward, he rapidly carried her off into the dark alley.  Head twisting up to gape over her shoulder at the direction she was being taken, Valiant Valkyrie gasped.  She had never been manhandled in this way in her life.  As before, it made her pussy get just a little bit moister.  She kicked and wiggled ineffectually… but, not wanting to appear anything other than a common prostitute, didn’t resist any further.

Wrecker carried his lusciously squirming yet unresisting payload halfway down the alley, until they were well away from any prying eyes, and then pushed her forward and set her down.  Valiant Valkyrie gasped, finding herself pressed up against the wall in the grimy alley, her hands upon him and her ass towards him.  She trembled, as his fingers stroked up and down her staggeringly well-rounded and muscular ass, through her silky thin dress.

“You want me to lift you your dress, babe?” he asked.

She bit her lip.  The question caused yet another surge of moisture to flow down out of her pussy, and a warmth to spread through her like she’d never felt before.  Her head twisted to one side, blue eyes blinking wide into the darkness over her shoulder.  Trying to be surreptitious she silently discarded her precious belt-containing purse safely to one side, “Go… go ahead,” she softly whispered, her body quivering in anticipation.

Chuckling eagerly, Wrecker bent down behind her and, seizing the hem of her tiny skin-tight dress, slowly peeled it up and over the gloriously rounded curves of her ass.  He whistled in awe as their creamy taut pillows of her pear-shaped buttocks slowly slid out of her rising dress, to jiggle naked in his view. 

Valiant Valkyrie gasped, standing so close to the wall her giant tits rubbed against it.  Trying to be surreptitious, she discarded the tiny pink purse inside which precious magic belt lay coiled onto the lid of a nearby garbage can.  Then her slender hands slid down and gripped the hem of her tiny dress.  They trembled… but remained in place.  Then slowly, ever so slowly, head turned and gaping back in awe, she drew the bottom of her dress up and over her awesomely buxom ass.  Wrecker whistled in awe as her sumptuous jiggling curves slowly came out and on display in the shadowy alley.  Between her enormous pear-shaped buns a tiny strip of pure white satin arced down, bulging out slightly to form a delicate covering over her precious mound.

“There,” Herja gasped.  Automatically, one hand dropped down and took her bundled skirt from him, holding it trembling around her narrow waist, while the other hand remained propped for support against the wall.  Looking back over her shoulder she blushed, her lips quivering.  “Is that enough?”

“Patience,” he purred, admiring the view.  Reaching up he stroked her silky, rotund, yet awesomely taut ass-cheeks.  Then, putting his palms flat upon each delightfully curvy and projecting buttock, he squeezed them together.  He whistled again, marveling at how her delightful flesh squished and jiggled before him… and yet how tight and smooth she remained, every time he relaxed to just tracing his fingertips across her.

Valiant Valkyrie bit her lip and whimpered.  She could not help herself – as the strange black man squeezed and groped her ass, she wiggled slowly… only increasing his show.  Between her thighs her mound, already moist, grew steadily wetter.  Her gathering moisture soon made her panties visibly damp.

Wrecker noticed the steady darkening at her crotch.  He grinned.  Then, keeping one hand on her fertile hip, he slid his other lower, down between her legs, and started stroking directly across her moist mound.  Before he had teased her there blindly, with his fingertip.  But this was the first time he had full access, from front to back, with all of his fingers… and could see what he was doing.  Valiant Valkyrie moaned, trembling… and then, with a deep gasp, obediently spread her legs wider, giving him better access to her cunt.

Wrecker chuckled, deeply… even as his thick dark fingers stroked up and down her mound.  In seconds she was so wet her panties were practically painted onto her cunt.  He could see the outline of her precious divine pussy clear as day, through her sopping thin silk.

“Do… do you really need to inspect there?” Valiant Valkyrie gasped… even as, trembling, her blue eyes continued to blink back in awe, over her shoulder, at what was going on between her wide-spread thighs.

Wrecker smirked, watching, as his fingertips stroked another few times up and down across her helpless, sopping pussy.  “With how small they making radios now?” he purred.  “Absolutely, I do.  Now, hold still… slut!”  So saying, he suddenly hooked a finger up under the sopping crotch of her panties, and yanked it aside.

Valiant Valkyrie’s eyes suddenly went wide.  “No!” she gasped, as her little thong got jerked to one side.  “No!  Not my panties!  You can’t-“

But she was too late.  Before she could do anything else but tremble and jiggle buxomly before him, Wrecker had shoved his lips right up against her crotch, and began stroking her bare pussy with his long, powerful tongue.

“Oooohh!!!” Valiant Valkyrie gasped.  Her eyes spread wide as galaxies, and blinked in awe.  Her buxom hips wiggled and trembled helplessly, as Wrecker’s long slurping tongue stroked and ravaged her helpless quivering slit.  “Oh… oh, by the Goddsssss!!!” she moaned, her luscious lips almost drooling, as a spike of pleasure like she had never felt before shot through her body.  Then, Wrecker’s large tongue shoved its way inside her and began thrashing inside her pussy.  Her golden head falling backwards, Valiant Valkyrie moaned in awe, her sculpted jaw dropping wide open and quivering with pleasure.

Grinning, Wrecker withdrew his juice-slathered lips just long enough to speak.  “You still want me to hurry?” he asked.  He gave her trembling pussy a teasing lap with the tip of his tongue.  “Or you learn some patience at last, bitch?”

Breathing hard, Valiant Valkyrie whimpered in awe.  Her whole voluptuous body shuddered with pleasure, aching for the return of his big rude criminal tongue.  “No…” she gasped, instantly.  Her beautiful cheeks blushed, but she could not resist.  “No… take all the time you want…   Please!”

“That’s good…” Wrecker purred, “Cause, to be clear, I’m going to do what I want to you regardless.”  Darting his lips forward, he gave her tender labial lips a brief slurping suck, making her tremble and moan.  “You got a problem with that, slut?” he asked, as his drooling smirking lips withdrew.

Valiant Valkyrie shuddered with pleasure, and she licked her own luscious lips.  “No…” she whispered.  Her buxom, fertile hips wiggled, eagerly, to be helpless before him.  “No… do what you like to me… go as deep as you want… I… I am at your mercy!”  As she said that to a man, again for the first time ever, another shudder of pleasure ran through Valiant Valkyrie’s hips and an extra dollop of her juices slid out of her trembling pussy.

“I’ll hold you to that, bitch!” Wrecker laughed.  Using one thumb hooked through her panties, he pulled them as far as he could onto her epically-rounded left buttock, and then took a firm grip upon her buxom hips from both sides.  Shuddering with pleasure and anticipation, Valiant Valkyrie did not guess his intentions until her fertile hindquarters were suddenly hoisted into the air.  Suddenly he stood, and, massive muscles surging, easily lifted her buxom hindquarters up with him.  Valiant Valkyrie gasped loudly, eyes going wide, as she suddenly shot into the air… ass-end first.  Grinning, Wrecker lifted the squirming heroine’s thighs easily up until they were propped and spread atop his massive shoulders, leaving her drooling pussy quivering helplessly just before his tongue.  He grinned, his glittering eyes admiring it for a second and then, head swooping down like a hawk on its helpless prey, eagerly took advantage.

“Oh!  By… by Odin’s SPEAR!!!” Valkyrie gasped, as the black thug’s huge tongue suddenly slid into her pussy again.  Her arms clung tight to the waist of his athletic pants, gripping for her life, as his huge organ pumped and slid inside her.  Golden hair flowing down past her gorgeous face, she gaped back over her shoulder, her eyes wide in awe.

As she squirmed and moaned helplessly under his cunnilingual skills, her hands gripping the waist of his pants slowly slid lower and lower… taking the pants with them.  Finally, when they were almost to his knees they slipped past the tip of his gargantuan eighteen-inch cock, which promptly slapped up and hit her in the face.  Her gorgeous head whirling, the blue-eyed goddess gasped and blinked at the huge beast from point-blank range… so close, her batting eyelashes brushed delicately against his veiny throbbing flesh.

“Oh… oh my Goddess!” she moaned, lips quivering in awe.  “Your penis!  It’s so black… and so BIG!!!”

Up above, Wrecker grinned with delight.  Pulling his deep plunging tongue out of her long enough to speak, he batted it at her clitoris teasingly… making her squirm, and moan.  “Don’t just stare at it, slut!” he commanded.  “Suck it!”

Herja licked her lips, and shook her head slowly, eyes still blinking into it in awe.  “I can’t…” she whispered.  “I… I could never do… do that…”

“What the fuck?!” Wrecker growled.  Keeping one arm wrapped tight around her waist he lowered the other and seized her by her golden hair.  Valiant Valkyrie moaned as her gorgeous head was yanked up until it hovered over his enormous jet-black tip.  “What the fuck kind of whore are you, if you can’t suck dick?” he asked.

Valiant Valkyrie whimpered and, licking her gorgeous pink lips, stared down his tremendous length in awe.  “I mean… It’s… it’s too big for me…” she whispered… her body trembling, helplessly, under a few more laps of his tongue.  “It will… never, ever fit!”

“Bullshit,” Wrecker snarled.  “If you can’t handle my dick, no way you gonna survive Lord Vile’s.  Now suck my cock or you’re going in the dumpster, bitch!”

So saying, he tightened his grip on her golden blonde hair, pulling tight at her roots.

“YOWCH!” Valiant Valkyrie squealed, her luscious lips spreading wide.  In that instant, with a fiendish cackle, Wrecker slammed his muscular hips upwards… driving the tip of his enormous rock-hard cock through her helplessly spread lips and into her luscious half-divine mouth.

“Mmmmgh!!!” Valiant Valkyrie whimpered, as she suddenly found her noble mouth filled with filthy black cock.  Her luscious pink lips trembled around his enormous girth.  Then, as her lips trembled around his tip Wrecker dove back down, sliding his tongue deep into her pussy and punishing it like never before.  Valiant Valkyrie whimpered and squirmed, her lusts soaring… and began, instinctively and without the slightest thought, to suck his penis.  “Mmmph!” she moaned.  Her pretty blue eyes blinked wide, staring down in shock, as she suddenly realized her taut-spread pink lips were slurping delicately up and down the thug’s gargantuan black shaft.  His huge cock-head shuttled and slammed inside her mouth.  Slowly, timidly at first, her own delicate tongue lifted up and began to coil and caress, delicately and worshipfully, around his huge conquering organ.  “Mmmm…” she sighed.  And then, pretty eyes blinking closed, without another thought in her tongue-battered little head, she gave in.  Her head swirling with lusts, Valiant Valkyrie began to bob her beautiful head up and down his shaft.  Her luscious lips trembled and quivered, kissing at his massive tip at the apex of each stroke, and spreading so wide they nearly vanished on each deep push.  Despite her best efforts, she could reach no more than a third of the way down his penis, leaving a foot of tremendously thick schlong extending from her slurping lips down to his pubes.

‘My… my Gods…’ she thought, staring in awe down his tremendous remaining length as she slurped and slurped and slurped away on what already seemed like an impossible monster.  ‘He’s… so big… so black…’  She closed her eyes and gave him an exceptionally long and worshipful stroke, her tongue sliding delicately over his every throbbing vein.  ‘So… beautiful…’  Reaching out one hand she wrapped it delicately around his base, steadying his penis while she pumped her lips up and down it.  She sucked and sucked, while her tongue-ravaged pussy steadily grew closer and closer to orgasm.  ‘He’s… he’s not a mortal,’ the blonde goddess thought, as she sucked his huge dick worshipfully.  ‘He’s… he’s a god.  My god.  I… I should serve him like one…’

Suddenly, she was brought out of her adoring slurping reverie by some loud, mocking male laughter.  Her head darted up off his cock… and gasped, her slurp-moistened lips hanging open in shock, to see his two accomplices standing before them in the alley.

“God damn, man!” Stash laughed.  “You work fast!”

“What a slut!” Booty Man said.

Both had their phones out, lifted high, and were filming everything.

Gasping in shock, Valiant Valkyrie blinked up at them in horror from just above the thug’s gargantuan penis.  Her hand remained wrapped around him, gently, almost as if she were trying to nuzzle the huge saliva-dripping tool close to her pretty face.

“It’s… It’s not what it looks like!” she moaned, her cheeks on fire.

“Save it, sweety,” Booty Man purred, as he continued to film, his camera tilted down directly into her blushing face.  “We know who you are.”

“And what you are,” Wrecker said, his moist lips smirking, using one hand casually cupped on her ass to hold the super-heroine’s buxom wiggling hips atop his massive shoulder.

“We got everything,” Stash said, tapping his still-filming camera phone.

“So don’t think about trying nothin’” Booty Man said, leering.

Valiant Valkyrie breathed deep, her blush deepening.  She had a choice to make – come clean, and try to fight, or double down and go deeper.  Her hand stroked up and down Wrecker’s huge thick cock, from his pube-wreathed base to his gargantuan flaring head.  Fingers stroking around the very tip of his enormous weapon, she licked her lips.  Instantly, within her gaping blonde head, the decision was made.

“I don’t know who you think I am,” Valiant Valkyrie said, blinking her blue eyes wide.  “But I’m just a weak, common mortal prostitute.”  Slowly, her hand stroked up and down Wrecker’s thick cock again.  “Honest,” she whispered, batting her eyes persuasively.

The three thugs shared glances above the blinking, buxom, inverted blonde… and smirked.

“Well, if you really is just a common whore,” Stash said, reaching down.

“Then you wouldn’t mind sucking another couple dicks… would you?” Booty Man said, doing likewise.

As one, the two gang members yanked down the fronts of their pants.  Valiant Valkyrie’s eyes spread wide in awe, as two more gargantuan black cocks spilled forth to hover before her face.  “By the Gods…” she whispered, her eyes filled with the wavering visions of her foes’ phalluses.  She licked her lips, and swallowed.  “Are all evil mortals this well hung?”

“Nah,” Booty Man purred, enjoying her awed Aryan stare.

“Just the ones with the balls to wreck pretty blondes like you,” Stash cooed.

“You ready to suck, bitch?” Wrecker asked, seeking confirmation.  His hand on her buxom ass gave it a glorious squeeze, by way of encouraging unfeminine haste in her thinking.

Valiant Valkyrie swallowed, her throat suddenly feeling dry.  Staring at the two huge, dangling black cocks, she slid her tongue out of her lips and slowly licked across them, moistening their full soft pink surface.  “Yes,” she finally whispered, unable to keep a hungry quiver out of her melodious voice.

Wrecker smirked, and then hoisted her up and off his shoulder.  With his massive black muscles he easily thrust her forward, her voluptuous curves wiggling, into the waiting arms of his comrades.  Stashing their phones away Booty Man and Stash received her eagerly, their hands rising up to grip the hourglass-shaped heroine just beneath the massive swell of her shaking breasts.  Their eyes leered down eagerly into the epic depth of jiggling cleavage on display above the swooping neckline of the blonde’s skin-tight pink dress.

“Those are nice boobies,” Stash purred, eyes practically disappearing down the Grand-Canyon like crevice between her enormous, shapely melons.

“Take ‘em out and show ‘em to us, bitch,” Booty Man commanded, marveling at how they bounced and swayed like jello before him, yet always remained perfectly and thrillingly springy.

Valiant Valkyrie gasped, deeply… even as her pink high-heel-clad feet finally touched back to Earth amidst the swarm of looming thugs.  Somehow, even though she had already had a criminal’s tongue inside her pussy long enough to nearly bring her to orgasm, the thought of exposing her immense natural wonders to them filled her with horror and dread.

“No,” she said, squirming.  “Please… don’t make me do that.”

Booty Man’s awed face immediately twisted into a dark snarl.  “It wasn’t a question, bitch!” he snapped.  Reaching up, both he and Stash simultaneously shoved their hands down into her décolletage, and took huge handfuls of her dress.  Valiant Valkyrie gaped downwards in shock, gasping in disbelief at what was about to happen.  But before she could do anything else, with a loud ‘RIIIIPPP!!!’, the two thugs tore the front of her sheer pink dress wide open.

“Oh!  GODDESS!!!” she shrieked, as her huge tits bounced forth, on display in a pure white strapless bra.  Without the dress they bounced and heaved even more deliciously before the thugs… as much from her sudden violent squirming and panicked squealing, as from any greater exposure than the skin-tight fabric had allowed.

“Now show us your TITS!” Stash roared, down into her gasping, beautiful heroinely face.

Valiant Valkyrie breathed deep… making her huge melons slosh dramatically, one more time, in her straining strapless bra.  Then, almost of their own accord, her slender hands slid up, and seized hold of her bra.  She breathed again, faster, and bit her lip.  ‘I… I don’t have a choice,’ she reassured herself within her pretty racing head.  ‘It’s… it’s the only way I’ll catch Vile!’  So justified, with a slight gasp, she flicked her little front-mounted bra catch open.

“Aww… yeah…” Booty Man and Stash purred, as her huge, ponderous, yet perfectly shapely jugs both spilled forth to jiggle on naked and delightful display before them.  Keeping a tight hold on her trembling body they both darted their heads down, and wrapped their thick eager lips around each of her tips.  Valiant Valkyrie whimpered and squirmed, biting her lip and watching helplessly, as they sucked and suckled at her big pink nipples.  Between her wiggling thighs, yet another massive dollop of oozing moisture flowed down out of her sacred Aryan pussy.

“You like getting your tits sucked, don’t you bitch?” Wrecker asked, leaning down beside her gorgeous gasping head until his huge teeth glittered over her shoulder.

Gazing down upon her black-lip-swaddled tits Valiant Valkyrie let out a little whimper, squirmed, and bit her poor tortured lower lip even harder.  Wrecker felt every wiggle and jiggle of her delightful torment, for she had come down such that his immense penis was resting right in the cradle of her well-rounded buns... though unlike before, he was now enjoying every curve of his ass wiggling around him without the barrier of either his pants or her dress between them.

“Yes…” Valiant Valkyrie finally admitted, in a soft sigh, as the two thugs’ lips and tongue continued to swirl as they pleased around her tender, precious tits.  Even she could not tell, within her pretty swirling head, whether the answer was in character or out.

Grinning, the two thugs took two last long sucks upon the tips of Valiant Valkyrie’s huge helpless jugs.  Then, they withdrew.  A little bit of her precious semi-divine milk lingered upon each of their dark smirking lips.  “Alright, girl,” they cooed.  “We did some suckin’.  Now it’s your turn!”

“Hold on just one second!” Wrecker commanded.  He detached from her backside – much to the disappointment of his throbbing penis, which was no longer cradled between her buns.  As it slid out from between her heavenly round pillows, his huge tip left a departing gift, a little drool of pre-cum on the top of her thong, right at the little curvy triangle where her straining hip straps and buxomly squeezed butt strap came together.  Whirling around behind his two comrades, Wrecker pulled out his own phone and lifted it up, until the heroine’s leggy lower body was entirely filling his frame, her little navel wavering back and forth at the top of his shot, her high heels at the bottom.  To either side of her, two huge black penises dangled… waiting impatiently.

“Alright,” he sneered, filming.  “Go, slut!  Go!”

Valiant Valkyrie gasped in shock, at what he planned to do.  Her flat fertile tummy suddenly exploding in butterflies, for a moment she could only stand there and squirm… her sleek, skimpy white panties wiggling back and forth beautifully at the top of his frame, directly framed by his comrade’s giant dicks.

Despite the quality of his view, Wrecker’s face twisted into a snarl.  “What kind of whore are you?!” he asked.  “I said kneel.  Now KNEEL, bitch!”

With a gasp, and a moan, Valiant Valkyrie obeyed.  Her scoop-front thong panties dominating the center of the frame she slowly sank down until she was squatting on her knees.  The two huge black dicks dangled to either side of her.  She turned her gorgeous face first one way and then the other, regarding them like a starving woman might some peerless fruit discovered in a desert oasis.  Wrapping her fingers around them she took one in each hand, and slowly stroked up and down them.  Turning her head up, she gaped into the two black thug’s leering faces in awe.  Then, slowly, bowing her head, she wrapped her lips around one cock after and then the other, giving each a single long, deep suck.

“Awww… yeah…” Stash sighed, as her lips sunk deep down his shaft and then slowly slid back up.

“Ohhh… shiiiit…” Booty Man groaned, as her tongue swirled around him

Left briefly panting for breath between their huge now-glistening tools, Valiant Valkyrie blushed, deeply.  But, unable to help herself, she turned her head first one way and then the other and continued to bob her gorgeous blonde head back and forth, sucking down each hulking black thug’s dick in turn.  Grinning, Wrecker kept his camera up and made a slow circuit around her, taking in the slurping super-heroine from all angles:  her golden bobbing head, her trembling kneeling thighs, and her voluptuous thong-clad ass wiggling atop her heels.  When he returned from his slow hobbling loop to once more crouch back in front of her, her eyes, half-lidded, blinked up into his merciless lens… and her blush, already bright pink, got even deeper.  But throughout her luscious lips never ceased sucking deep on each of the huge black dicks presented before her, slurping and suckling at them worshipfully one after the other after the other, giving each giant tool every ounce of pleasure her divine lips and sacred swirling tongue could manage.

As she sucked and sucked, the flow of moisture down out of her pussy only increased.  Soon her panties weren’t just sopping, they glistened brightly between her thighs like their entire pure-white surfaces had been painted with a coating of oozing glistening moisture.  Her lubricating lady-slime dripped from the base of her sleek panty-clad crotch, and soon formed a little tell-tale shimmering pile, formed of slowly sliding glops, directly between her six-inch spike heels.   Wrecker watched eagerly as another tendril of her excess slime flowed down off the sleek apex of her panties to join the growing pool… and, zooming in, got it on film too.  Meanwhile, as she sucked and sucked, Valiant Valkyrie’s lips and chin grew increasingly coated with her own slobber, until some ran down off her chin to drool glistening down between her massive wobbling breasts as well.  Tilting the camera up, he got a nice lingering shot of her sloshing glistening titties…as, watching him do it, Herja blushed deeply… and obediently continued silently to suck dick after big mouth-filling black dick.

Finally, seeing how visibly and shiningly ready she was getting, Wrecker smirked.  “You want some more attention for your pussy, baby?” he asked her, as he slowly panned up from her shining drooling crotch back up to her gorgeous slurping face.  He extended his long tongue, and waggled it suggestively, behind his still-filming phone.

Her cheeks bulging and her luscious lips spreading taut as she gave Booty Man a long deep suck, Valiant Valkyrie blinked up blearily into his lens, and past it into his face.  She let out a little whimper of humiliation.  But she could not help herself.  Slurping back up to his tip, after rewarding Booty Man for letting her suck his dick by caressing once around his huge cock-head, she slowly withdrew her tongue and gasped softly.  “Yes…” she whispered, eyes flickering up and then hastily back down to the huge dark tool before her.  Her cheeks, already on fire, blushed even deeper.  Bowing her head, she delivered a sweet kiss to the tip of Booty Man’s penis.  Then, upon withdrawing her luscious pink lips, softly added, “Tease my p-pussy, criminal… p-please!”  Then, swapping her gorgeous head over, her delicate hand eagerly stroked up and down Booty Man’s huge slobber-coated cock, keeping him hard and ready, while her lips switched over and began to do an equally deep and eager job on Stash’s big cock as well.

Wrecker grinned.  “Sure, slut,” he purred, into her once more slurping, cock-silenced face.  “I’m happy to oblige.  But first, you’re gonna have to stand up so I can get at it.”

Her head bobbing deep down Stash’s huge, eagerly throbbing shaft a couple of times, Valiant Valkyrie sighed softly and then delicately nodded.  Slowly, shakily, even as her head continued to bob back and forth hungrily between the two huge black cocks being offered to her, she slowly extended her long legs, her buxom haunches rising up gracefully until they at last were level with her head… and her foes’ cocks.  She stood bent at a near-perfect ninety-degree angle, big round ass wiggling behind her, as her gorgeous face continued to slurp and slurp and slurp.  Grinning themselves, Booty Man and Stash both reached down and put a hand each on her shoulders and in her hair, holding the wobbling bitch steady so she could continue to devote all her mental energy to servicing them… which, blushing deep and sighing softly, she did… happily.

Wrecker swiftly moved around to stand behind Valiant Valkyrie’s voluptuous and eagerly uplifted hips.  Smirking, he reached down, seized hold of her skimpy white silk thong, and slowly tugged it to one side, arcing it across one of her gigantic yet tautly-rounded and wiggling buns.  Herja moaned around her current deep-pumping mouth-plug and wiggled in anticipation as she felt her panties pull aside, but made no move to resist.  The taut satin to bit into the silky curvature of her bubble-shaped ass as it pulled across it, causing her magnificent jutting curvature to distort deliciously beneath her sliding skimpy panty.  Then, once he’d pulled them down and to one side, Wrecker gradually tugged and jerked her little panties down onto her thighs until, drooping moistly away, they finally left her pussy entirely exposed.  Her precious Aryan cunt emerged, glistening and sopping with the creamy juices that continued to slide unceasingly out of its tender, helplessly waiting lips.

Using one hand to film, Wrecker detached his free hand from her panties, and reached up to the waistband of his athletic pants.  His leer broadened.  He had never for a second intended to give her more of his tongue than absolutely necessary to get her in his power.  Instead he slowly pulled down the waist of his pants, letting his gargantuan black penis once more slide out to hover, erect and eager and hungry, just behind the obliviously slurping blonde demi-goddess’s defenseless divine cunt.

“Ready, baby?” he cooed.

Her luscious lips busy slurping eagerly up and down Stash’s immense black penis, utterly oblivious to what was really poised inches behind her defenseless cunt, Valiant Valkyrie nodded eagerly upon her huge black mouth plug and murmured forth her muffled yet unmistakable consent.

Grinning, Wrecker pushed his hips forward, and slowly stroked up and down the unsuspecting slut’s cunt with the tip of his penis.  Unable to tell the difference between it and his fingers, the inexperienced slut moaned eagerly, and thrust her buxom hips back up to meet him.  Rolling her buxom and fertile hips plaintively, she stroked her drooling pussy lips tenderly up and down the tip of his eagerly pulsing penis, as if begging it to enter her.  Meanwhile, up front, her gorgeous head bobbed eagerly up and down one huge black cock and then the other, as her shapely mighty body tingled with anticipation for the return of the criminal’s dominating tongue.

Chuckling gleefully, Wrecker stashed his phone atop a nearby trashcan, tilted to continue getting everything… and then slowly slid both hands forward and eagerly wrapped them around her swollen buxom hips, just beneath her insanely narrow little waist.  His dark fingers coiled tight into her silky pure-white skin, until he had a commanding grip upon her fertile rounded hindquarters.  Slurping away energetically, Valiant Valkyrie moaned and trembled in anticipation.  Then, only gradually, did the distracted and inexperienced beauty realize that what was between her pussy lips neither felt nor moved like the large tongue that had previously been inside it and was too big and broad to be his fingers… which were in any case all wrapped around her hips.  Above the huge black cock currently plugging and spreading her lips wide, her blue eyes slowly spread in confusion and shock, and she let out a soft and plaintive bleat through the thick throbbing bulk of his shaft.

Hearing her whimper of confusion, Wrecker’s grin grew broad as the rainbow bridge to her native Asgard, his white teeth glittering in the dark night.  “Surprise, bitch!” he said, and, tightening his grip upon her fertile and lusciously rounded white hips, he suddenly slammed his immense beast up into her.  But her pussy proved so tight, it took active effort to just to force his massive cock-head through her virginal divine gates.  Her sacred hymen bent and pushed back against him.  With a loud moan, her taut-spread lips quivering in shock, Valiant Valkyrie’s stunned head pulled up upon her mouth-engorging shaft.  Mindful of her sharp teeth, Stash relaxed his grip upon her head and let her.  With a loud moan, her battered mouth popped off the tip of his cock and quivered in the open night air… at the exact moment her hymen finally broke, and Wrecker’s huge cock-head finally plunged all the way up inside her delicately quivering pussy.

“By the GODDDSSS!” Valiant Valkyrie squealed, spittle flying from her trembling lips, as just the flared head of her enemy’s cock spread her untouched twat like it never had before.  Spearing pain shot through her as her sacred barrier was broken… at the same instant as her body flooded with the devastating and unfamiliar sensation of being filled by a man’s turgid tool.  Her hands trembled upon the two gargantuan cocks that still lay poised before her lips.  Finger stroking up and down them helplessly, she spun her gorgeous blonde head and blinked up at him with wide, awed blue eyes, over her pure white shoulder.

“How… how could you do this to ME?!” she moaned, up at the huge black thug looming over her.

Wrecker grinned.  “Do what, slut?” he purred.  “You a whore ain’t you?  Ain’t you had a dick in you befo’?”

Her whole face shivering, Herja’s full pink lips trembled as they hung open, gaping at him in disbelief.  Acting on pure and martial Valkyrie instinct, she had been seconds from whirling and striking him.  Now, suddenly reminded even in the midst of the devastating sensations pouring out of her pussy of her subterfuge, she he whimpered, her voluptuous hindquarters wiggling at the tip of his impaling shaft.   Caught in her own lie, she slowly licked her lips.  “Yes,” the blonde goddess softly whispered, at last.

Wrecker grinned.  The trickle of pure red virgin’s blood running down her sculpted, mighty white thigh put the lie to her claim instantly.  But she couldn’t see it, and with his dick in her pussy he wasn’t in the mood to call her on it just yet.  “Don’t worry, bitch,” he cooed, down into her gaping gorgeous face.  “I know even sluts like you feel like a virgin all over again, when they get fucked by the likes of us.  You’ll get used to it, soon enough.  And I’ll slip ya another twenty to cover the stretchin’…”  Then, without another word, he tightened his grip upon her buxom hips and slammed his already pussy-bathed tip deep up inside her well-lubricated channel.  “Awww… shiiiiit…” he said, his head tilting back and his jaw dropping in awe, as he suddenly felt his immense veiny member sinking into the tightest, hottest, most heavenly pussy it had ever been his pleasure to experience.  The blonde goddess hugged him tight like a glove, and yet opened before him yieldingly, bathing every inch of him in warm gooey ecstasy as he shoved himself deeper and deeper inside her.

“Oh… great Odin’s BAAAALLLSSS!!!” Valiant Valkyrie squealed, as the criminal’s huge black penis plowed up into her tight untouched furrow.

Finally, with a deep slam, Wrecker’s gargantuan penis rammed all the way up to the hilt inside Valiant Valkyrie’s quivering channel.  His huge black balls swung up and slapped against the front of her pussy, teasingly, then swayed back to be cradled delicately by the stretched-out crotch of her white silk thigh-binding panties.  Meanwhile, up front, Valiant Valkyrie’s gorgeous blonde head had spun back around and sank backwards as, lips open and quivering, she moaned out in deep-penetrated awe.

 “Glad you like it, bitch,” Booty Man purred.  One hand stroked her trembling head, while the other held out the tip of his cock.  “Now keep sucking our dicks!”

“That’s right, slut,” Stash sneered, doing the same on her other side.  “Just cause you creamin’ over getting done up your pussy, don’t mean your tongue can stop sliding on our schlongs!”

“S-sorry,” Valiant Lady whimpered.  And, her eyes still wide and lost as she tried to process the life-changing domination she was feeling inside her previously taut untouched pussy, she bowed her gorgeous pale head and, lips trembling, resumed delicately slurping up and down, bobbing back and forth between them, the two huge black cocks that still waited eagerly for her service.

“Oh, yeah…” Wrecker cooed.  Then, keeping his grip tight around Valiant Valkyrie’s lusciously curvy ass, he began thrusting his huge black penis in and out of her.  He kept his strokes slow and deep at first, his motion so gentle that as his huge shaft slowly slid back and forth in her tight sopping channel his gigantic balls laid at rest, perfectly still, atop the stretched-taut crotch of her silky white panties.  But, steadily, he upped his speed and force.  Valiant Valkyrie whimpered and moaned, blue eyes blinking in awe and pink lips trembling in disbelief around the two huge veiny mouth-plugs she was helplessly sucking.  But even as shudder after shudder of helpless devastated pleasure trembled through her lusciously curvy body, she never once ceased to suck deep nor to swirl her tongue worshipfully around the two black thugs’ penises.

Soon, howling with pleasure, Wrecker began slamming his huge cock in and out of Valiant Valkyrie’s tight slit with as much force as his bulging black muscles could manage.  His huge throbbing eighteen-inch monster flew in and out of her so fast it seemed to blur, going from the point where only the flaring ridges of his cock-head remained between her virgin-tight trembling pussy lips to the point he was buried balls-deep inside her worshipful channel  several times a second.  Valiant Valkyrie whimpered and trembled helplessly under his brutal slamming, her lips quivering around her huge mouth-plugs as she desperately tried to continue sucking.  But at last, unable to help herself, she could not.  Head shooting back with a loud moan, she kept both of her slender hands stroking up and down the huge penises waiting in front of her while her mouth opened wide and she squealed in awe.

“Oh… oh by the GODS!” the supposed hooker squealed.  “Oh… oh… you are… so deep!  So thick!  So… so… SO BIGGGG!!!”

“Yeah,” Wrecker purred.  “You know you love it, don’t you bitch?” he asked.  Then, not waiting for her to answer he took a tighter grip around her quivering little waist and, tilting his own black hips up and forwards, began to slam down brutally against the front wall of her pussy.  In the process with every stroke every inch of his long veiny cock rubbed hard against both her g-spot and the interior of her clitoris.  Meanwhile, his huge balls swung up to slap, heavily, at the apex of each stroke, against the exterior of her helpless beleaguered clit.

“Oh!  By Odin’s BALLLLSSS!!!” Valiant Valkyrie screeched.  Instantly, her voluptuous hips shuddering, a titanic orgasm began to erupt out of her deep-ravaged pussy.  Face gaping up into the distant stars in awe, it was by far the most devastating and yet heavenly feeling the gorgeous blonde goddess had ever felt.  In seconds, as fluids shot from the conquered pussy to bathe his huge swaying balls in dripping glory, her mouth dropped open and she could say only one thing.  “YESSSS!!!” she squealed, her voice and her body shaking in unison.  “Yes!  YES!  I love it!  I LOVE IT!  I LOOOOOVE ITTTTT!!!!”

“Glad to hear it!” Wrecker laughed.  “Now… here come your payment, bitch!”

Slamming his cock in to the hilt inside her orgasming pussy, with a loud bestial roar he unleashed a massive torrent of his criminal sperm up into her buxom and unprotected white womb.

Even as her face shuddered and trembled with orgasm, Valiant Valkyrie’s jaw dropped and her eyes spread wide with disbelieving horror, as she felt the black thug’s triumphant potent payload erupt inside her.  Yet, she could not help herself.  Her tender and once-virginal pussy lips spread impossibly wide, her entire sleek and voluptuous body trembling upon his impaling force, the feeling of her enemy’s huge dark weapon delivering the most devastating conquest imaginable into her defenseless divine depths instantly triggered a second and even more powerful orgasm inside her.  It rolled back atop the first, wiping her overwhelmed blonde brain clean.  Her gorgeous blue eyes rolling up inside her head, Valiant Valkyrie shuddered and trembled as if electrocuted, every inch of her sleek shapely flesh quivering deliciously in her laughing attackers’ clutches.  Utterly conquered, as blast after blast after blast of potent semen spewed forth from his immense tip inside her, she screamed and screamed and screamed with utterly submissive release.

Finally, with a deep sigh, Wrecker pulled his immense yet limpening cock out of Valiant Valkyrie’s vagina, and let go of her.  With a long low moan the mighty blonde goddess slumped to her knees and wobbled upon them, before the huge ghetto-trainer-clad feet of her enemies.  Then with a soft sigh she tumbled over and lay sprawled upon her back, her face gaping up at the sky in mind-melted awe.  “Oh… by the Gods…” she whispered, face blinking up in awe.  She licked her lips, her pure white face quivering in disbelief.  Then, gradually, as if from a great distance, she heard their booming jeering cackles.  The three hulking criminals stood around her, pointing down, and laughing.  She whimpered and bit her full pink lips, a matching pink blush exploding across her cheeks.  With a soft sigh, she lifted her pretty face up off the pavement and peered down her shapely body.

“Oh… oh my Goddess…” she whispered, eyes going wide, as she saw squirt after squirt of her enemy’s foul semen spurting out of her previously virginal Aryan pussy.

Still chortling, Wrecker grinned down at her and, stroking his long limp cock in satisfaction, got his laughter under control.  “So, bitch,” he cooed down at the ravaged blonde beauty, “that didn’t wear you out, did it?  Cause if it did, there no way you gonna survive going ten rounds in bed with Lord Vile.”

“Yeah,” Stash purred, his saliva-glistening cock hanging over her and twitching eagerly.  “To prove you worthy o’ the Big Boss you gonna have to fuck all of us at least twice.”

“You got a problem with that, whore?” Booty Man asked.

Eyes blinking wide, Valiant Valkyrie breathed deep.  ‘I… I can have more?!’ her pretty hormone-oozing brain thought, excitedly.  But her gorgeous face did its best to remain calm, as she gaped back up at them past their long looming cocks.  “No,” she said at last, trying not to sound too eager… and failing.  Her fingers stroked atop her flat, sexy belly.  “It’s… its’ no problem at all,” she whispered, fingers twitching eagerly atop her fertile waiting womb.

As one the black thugs smirked, and leered.

For the next few hours the black thugs enjoyed themselves capitally with their willing and literal blonde goddess.  “Unh… unh.. UNH!” Valiant Valkyrie whimpered, rhythmically, as Booty Man held her luscious body pinned against grimy wall of the alley and brutally fucked her up against it.  The other two stood watch, glancing warily out to either end of the alley… while they stroked their dicks eagerly, keeping them turgid and ready for their turns up her tight hot cunt.

“You lovin’ this too, baby?” Booty Man purred, as he pounded his long glistening black tool vigorously in and out of her drooling quivering slit, which was spread absurdly wide around his night-dark veiny shaft, just beneath her golden naturally blonde bush.

“Y-yes!” Valiant Valkyrie promptly gasped, her voluptuous body trembling helplessly under each and every one of his deep strokes.  And, to prove it, as his black body pressed tight to her shivering white curves and her enormous bare breasts bounced and jiggled delightfully against his chest, she lifted her gorgeous sweaty blonde head high and pressed kiss after kiss after trembling worshipful and unasked-for kiss to the underside of his jet-black jaw.

“Glad to hear it, slut,” he purred, smirking, with the lower half of his face covered in her pink lip-prints.  “Now here comes your reward.”  Pinning her tight up against the wall, he impaled her quivering curvy body hard up against it with his immense black tool and, gasping with pleasure, unleashed his own spurting potent load deep up inside her.

 At the feeling of another immense flood of black semen up inside her, yet another helpless and submissive orgasm promptly trembled through her fertile and divinely buxom white hips.  Pulling tight against him she whimpered in awe and, finding him still unwilling to meet her lips with his own, rewarded yet another conqueror by pressing kiss after kiss after trembling worshipful kiss to the side of his thick black neck… her lips pressing and trembling against him every time she felt another spurt of his potent seed up inside her sacred channel.

At last, with a groan of pleasure, Booty Man too pulled his limp cock out of her and then let go.  Valiant Valkyrie slid down the wall to lie sprawled at his feet.  She blinked her blue eyes and gasped in awe, staring unseeing past his huge dangling penis as if seeing into the mysteries of the universe itself, as glop after glob of his semen poured out of her devastated white cunt.

Briefly slack and satisfied, Booty Man stepped back and was promptly replaced by Stash who, grinning, stroked his massive and turgidly eager boner hungrily.  “Had enough, slut?” he asked her.

Eyes blinking and then turning up, Valiant Valkyrie gasped in awe as she laid them on yet another erect black cock.  She licked her lips, and squirmed.  “No,” she whispered.  Reaching down she massaged her aching pussy a few times with her fingers then, slipping them down inside, spread it wide apart before him.  “Please,” she whispered, her cum-leaking pussy gaping wide in invitation before him, “Please, fuck me as deep and as hard as you like…”

Fingers stroking his huge dick Stash looked down at her, and grinned, a huge smile slowly spreading across his glittering white teeth.

A few minutes later he had her flat on her back in the middle of the alley and was pounding away furiously, face to face.  Hands holding her trembling ankles and keeping them spread, Stash gasped and grinned with pleasure.  His huge black balls repeatedly slammed and slapped up against her buxom curvy ass, while his long shaft rocketed up and down in her tight drooling channel.

“Mmng!” Valiant Valkyrie whimpered, as his huge black cock pounded into her deep.  “Oh!  Oh, yes!  Nnh!  Oh!  Ooh!”

“You enjoying this, bitch?” Stash purred, as he rode her hard and wet.

“Y-y-yes!” Valiant Valkyrie moaned, shivering helplessly against him.  “Yes!  Yes!  YES!”

Trembling in his arms, fluids exploded from her pussy as she came yet again on his deep-shuttling shaft.  Eyes blinking up at him in love and awe, the blonde beauty had already forgotten how many times she’d climaxed in the combined embraces of the three cruel hard criminals.

“Glad to hear it slut!” Stash laughed, slamming with flourishing flair up into her tight yet sloppy channel.  “It’s always good to meet a whore who enjoys her work!”

Then, grinning, he put his hands around behind her shapely shuddering body and pulled her close.  Valiant Valkyrie gasped in awe as his lips closed with hers.  But, blushing deeply, shuddering with deep pleasure, she eagerly wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close as well.  Her gasping lips joining with his, as her huge white breasts pressed and jiggled delightfully against him the sighing heroine gave her smirking conqueror a loving and worshipful kiss.

Grinning, in mid-kiss Stash let go of her ankles and, reaching down and around below her, cupped and squeezed her massive yet perfectly rounded ass.  Gasping, Valiant Valkyrie briefly pulled her gorgeous blonde head back and gaped up at him, her blue eyes flickering up and down his leering black face.  Then, with a sigh, she lifted her head up again.  Pressing her lips to his, as he exploited her from every end possible and in every way possible she rewarded her conqueror with an even more deep and adoring kiss.  And when, in mid kiss, his huge black tool shook and began to spew its load up into her fertile and defenseless womb, the swirling of her luscious tongue around his just became all the more eager and worshipful.

On and on the three thugs pounded Valiant Valkyrie, and on and on she took it.  The gorgeous blonde goddess shrieked and trembled in awe as she learned what it felt like to get her tender asshole ravaged and pounded by long black cock.  She trembled and shuddered helplessly, moaning into her deep-plunging mouth plugs, as she was taught the hard way what it felt like to be double-teamed and triple-teamed by oversized dark schlong.  And she shivered and squealed with orgasmic pleasure again and again and again as, over and over, a huge pussy-lip-spreading criminal member unloaded its spurting payload deep into her fertile sacred womb.

At last, for all the mighty power that lay within the swooping curves of her vaunted and immortal body, Valiant Valkyrie could take no more.  After one last furious and explosive release of cum down into the wide-blinking and orgasmically-shuddering beauty’s throat, pussy, and ass simultaneously, after her attackers withdrew she slumped to her back in the alley and lay still.  Cum poured in rivers from her pussy, her ass, and her full gaping pink lips.  Grinning and chuckling, the three dark thugs stroked and squeezed their long sore cocks, sending forth several last desultory spurts of cum to splatter across her recumbent body.  But as their seed dribbled onto her flesh like slimy rain drops Valiant Valkyrie could only wiggle slightly, whimper, and take it.

“Sooo,” Wrecker cooed, as he squeezed out one last trickle of cum down onto her flat helpless belly, “did you enjoy getting fucked by us notorious criminals… Miss Great White Heroine Valiant Valkyrie?”

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Valiant Valkyrie whispered.  Squirming languidly at his feet, she licked her lips, her blush deepening.  Between her shapely thighs a little trickle of red still flowed from her once-virginal pussy, showing up as tiny veins of pink in the continuous flow of cum vomiting out of her once-pristine pussy lips… but, as before, she herself was the only in no position to see it.  “I’m… I’m just a common whore,” the blonde goddess insisted, her beautiful sweaty and exhausted face able to do no more than blush slightly.

“Then what’s this?” Wrecker said.  Reaching over to where she had parked it atop a nearby garbage can long, long ago, he plucked up her tiny, bulgingly overloaded pink purse.  Unzipping it he pulled out her sleek golden belt, which was etched around its whole circumference with Norse runes.  He held it up and let it dangle.

Looking up at her belt Valiant Valkyrie gasped softly, her blue eyes briefly going wide.  As if in recognition of her own object of power an exceptionally large glop of oozing criminal cum welled up out of her pussy, and slid glistening down her ravaged lips.  But, lying spent and exhausted at her enemies’ feet, she saw no choice but to attempt to maintain her cover.

“I… I’ve never seen that before in my life,” the sprawled and shapely blonde softly insisted.  She breathed deep, her huge bare semen-splattered breasts rising and falling gloriously upon her chest, and her bare thighs briefly squirming together nervously to either side of her cum-leaking pussy.  “I… I have no idea how it got there…” she said.  “I… I must have picked up some other girl’s purse by mistake.”

“Is that a fact?” Wrecker purred.  With a slight underhanded toss, he suddenly dropped the belt down onto her.  It landed sprawled across the shapely blonde’s flat bare belly, drooping off to either side of her sleek flesh to touch the filthy pavement.  Instantly, on contact with Valiant Valkyrie’s sacred and alabaster-pale flesh, the runes on the belt glowed.  Seconds later so did she, as did the torn remnants of her clothing, as all underwent her magical transformation.  When the glow stopped a few moments later Valiant Valkyrie was left gaping and gasping up her foes… from beneath her trademark winged helmet.  Her pink high heels and the little bracelets she’d worn upon her wrists both transformed into studded leather boots and gloves respectively, each with tufts of fur around the cuffs.  The tiny white panties that had dangled from her ankle, and the torn remnants of her huge-cupped bra that lay scattered about the alley, both transformed into her trademark purple satin bikini, decorated with the golden female symbols she had adopted as her personal trademark since coming to the mortal world to become a symbol of feminist power.

Lying vanquished and exposed at the feet of her chortling foes, Valiant Valkyrie moaned deeply, her beautiful face quivering in shock and her blue eyes glistening up at them.  Her noble cheeks blushed so deep, they looked ready to catch fire.  But, as still more cum poured out of her ravaged pussy just beneath her trim blonde bush, the mighty heroine knew she was trapped.  She had no choice, she reasoned within her beautiful climax-pounded head.

“Please,” the fallen goddess softly whispered, blinking in awe up at her foes from where she lay sprawled and cum-leaking at their feet.  She licked her lips.  “Please,” she repeated, softly.  “I… I will do anything… anything you ask...”

A huge grin upon his dark lips, Wrecker smirked down at her in triumph.  “Do anything for what bitch?” he purred.  “Not to be exposed… or in exchange for more sex?”

Breathing deep, Valiant Valkyrie squirmed languidly at his feet.  And, licking her full and quivering lips and blinking her blue eyes wide, she slowly prepared an answer…

 

 

 

About a week later, on another dark evening, Valiant Valkyrie once more strutted into the same dingy and graffiti-scrawled inner city alley in which she had met her fate.  But this time things were different.  They had changed, in two important respects.

First, this time she was in full and glorious costume.  Her sleek purple and gold bikini, with its proud female-symbol decorations, arced boldly across and strained achingly around the fulsome buxom curves of her mighty body.  Coming to a halt in the very center of the alley, beneath a large incandescent light, she spread her long and muscular legs wide, planting them proudly in her fur-topped leather boots.  Her hands, clad in matching leather gloves, parked themselves atop her impressively swollen hips, to either side of the golden runed belt cinched tight around her slim and muscular waist.  Her golden locks poured like a shimmering waterfall from out of her proud winged helmet, before which her gorgeous face was lifted high with regal and divine defiance.  A large dumpster lay to one side, and garbage cans lay scattered about her.  Several dark and narrow crevices stretched away from the main urban canyon, vanishing deeper into the half-abandoned housing projects that surrounded them.

But though she parked her booted feet wide in the center of the criminal thugs’ territory and stood proud in her full costume, that was not the only thing that had changed from the previous night.  The second was that this time she had not come alone. Slowly, from the darkness behind her, two more voluptuous and powerfully-built heroines sauntered forth, fearlessly, from the darkness, to stand behind her.  Spreading their legs wide, they held their heads high as they looked about warily into the night.

“This is where Lord Vile is going to be?” Spartina asked, as she too came sauntering to a halt just behind Valiant Valkyrie’s rotund, purple-panty-swelling left buttock.

“It looks like a filthy pit,” the Rebel Belle said, wrinkling her gorgeous aristocratic face in disgust, as she too came to a halt behind Valiant Valkyrie’s enormous right buttock.

The two heroines, though she had only known them a few months, had swiftly become Valiant Valkyrie’s closest allies and fastest friends within the new and strange mortal world she had immersed herself into.  The former, an aspiring fitness model with the sleek hard body to match, had grown so obsessed with the ancient Spartans she considered herself their reincarnated distaff heir.  On an archaeological dig she had found a magic spear and shield and, considering them ‘hers’ had absconded with them to fight crime.  She stood proud before Valiant Valkyrie in a form-fitting steel breastplate that ended just below her navel, greaves upon her shins, golden sandals, and metal gauntlets. Upon one arm she bore her round golden shield, with giant red Lambda embossed upon it, and in the other she carried her long spear.  A form fitting helmet surrounded and protected her gorgeous head, leaving only her lips and eyes visible, from the bottom of which spilled a stream of shining sable ringlets.

But her most distinctive feature lay at her center.  There, extending down from the edge of her shining armor, around her muscular round hips the fertile young beauty wore only a skimpy black thong.  Upon its swooping face, boldly, were printed the words ‘Molon Labe’ in golden Greek letters.  ‘Come and Take It’, the phrase her idol Leonidas had originally said to the Persian King, in reference to his spear.  The proud smirk the muscular beauty perpetually wore upon her full red lips showed that she was quite confident any man with the balls to take her up on the defiant challenge had absolutely no chance of success.

Meanwhile, though not as well armored the redheaded heroine standing next to her was in her own way every bit as smug and openly defiant in her attire.  Upon her sleek and yet insanely buxom curves Rebel Belle mostly wore white:  pure white thigh boots, tipped in high heels, reached up to just a few inches below her pussy upon her long sleek legs.  Matching long white gloves extended from her upper arms, down to where her fingers were proudly perched atop her voluptuous hips.  Her white bustier, laced up in front, encased her insane hourglass-shaped figure and, barely, her immense breasts.  Between them, jiggling back and forth, lay the glowing red Jewel of Purity which both gave her her powers and, by its tuggings and nudgings, led her to the scene of crimes.

Besides her jewel the pale-skinned beauty wore only two splashes of color on her entire costume.  Upon her smirking face her eyes glittered out from behind a tiny Confederate Flag mask.  And, between her corset and her thigh-boots her own sleek fertile hips were clad only in a sleek and swooping Confederate Flag thong, in its own way worn every bit as defiantly as Spartina’s Molon Labe panties.

Turning round to face her two busty and scantily-clad comrades, Valiant Valkyrie allowed her eyes briefly stroke up and down the two proud and arrogant heroines... and slowly let a huge smirk spread across her own lips, to match theirs.  “It absolutely is a filthy pit,” she affirmed, her voluptuous bottom wiggling back and forth eagerly beneath her own skimpy satin panties, “which is why it will be the perfect site for us to take Lord Vile unawares.”  Lifting her chin high, her brilliant smile broadened.  “Believe me, ladies,” the Norse goddess purred to the two raptly credulous beauties arrayed before her, “this is going to be the biggest thing any of us have ever encountered.  Lord Vile himself, captured, dragged in… by us three.  Can you imagine it ladies?”

She saw, by the brilliant smiles that spread across their beautiful faces, that they could and were.  Their shapely voluptuous hips wiggled eagerly back and forth, eagerly, under their skimpy swooping costumes.

“But,” Valiant Valkyrie said, raising a cautionary finger, once she saw she had them hooked, “it will not be easy.  My plan is flawless, but it must be executed perfectly… else it might be we who end up Lord Vile’s prisoners, instead of the other way around.  Can you imagine that ladies?”

It was subtle, but by the way the hungry predatory sway of their shapely hips suddenly transformed into round, nervous squirming, they most definitely could.  Both heroines gasped softly in shock, as visions of what that would mean passed unbidden through their beautiful noble heads.  A few seconds later a bit of shining moisture appeared to either side of each heroine’s sleekly and scantily-clad crotch.  Valiant Valkyrie let a slight smirk spread across her lips at the sight, despite herself… and also felt a little matching cream suddenly oozing about between her own thighs.

“Which is why,” she continued, “you will have to do exactly what I say.  Else not only will we not bathe in glory, we may be lead away into ignominious slavery.  Do you understand, ladies?”

“Yes!” the two proud beauties before her promptly gasped, trying and not quite succeeding to tame the squirming of their shapely fertile hips.

“Good,” Valiant Valkyrie purred.  “I need you to do three things ladies, to prove you are ready for this.  You may find all of them shocking but they are absolutely necessary.  First, take off your items of power and give them to me for safekeeping.”

Despite their previous confidence this request brought gasps of shock from the two bold beauties.  But before they could protest verbally, Valiant Valkyrie once more raised her hand to stop them.  “Vile can sense them, ladies,” she said.  “But I can cover them up with my Norse magic, and then get them back to you… when he least expects it!”

Shocked gasps being replaced by slowly spreading and sultry smirks, the two heroines gave one last nervous squirm, and then obediently made to surrender their objects of power.  Spartina shrugged her giant shield off her arm and handed it over, followed moments later by her spear.  Valiant Valkyrie accepted them with a huge smirk and a tiny conciliatory coo.  Then, turning, she held out the upturned shield, spear resting atop it, before Rebel Belle.  The Southern beauty gasped, staring down at it in brief horror from beneath the glorious spill of her scarlet hair.  Then, lowering her eyes, with a soft sigh she gave in.  Her trembling hand, reaching up between her enormous breasts and delicately plucked the Jewel of Purity away.  As its jerkings and tuggings were her guide in her detective endeavors, the jewel was rigged so only it held the vast yet straining cups of her bustier together.  They promptly burst wide apart, letting her titanic white breasts spill forth to slosh, naked and delicate, in the filthy alley.  Rebel Belle gasped, deeply, as her huge tits came out on display… and a little more moisture oozed out around the crotch of her Stars-and-Bars panties.  At the tips of her gargantuan jugs her perfect pink nipples were already large and erect, extending out half of an inch from her shapely shimmying spheres.

Bending down at the waist, depowered and scantily-clad bottoms wiggling nervously behind her, Rebel Belle gingerly laid her precious jewel at the bottom of Spartina’s equally precious and surrendered shield.

“Thanks, ladies,” Valiant Valkyrie purred.  Then, lifting them high, she casually tossed them all up and into the gaping maw of a neighboring dumpster. 

“Oh!” Spartina gasped, lips quivering in shock beneath her face-concealing helmet, as she heard her mighty weapons clank and clang like scrap metal within.

“G-Great Dixie!” Rebel Belle yelped, to see her precious Jewel of Purity casually discarded into the trash.

“Shhh!” Valiant Valkyrie hissed.  Putting a finger to her lips, she slowly reached up, seized the plastic lid of the dumpster from where it was propped against a graffiti-covered brick wall, and tilted it down to slam closed upon their captured treasures.  Then, with her free hand, she waved a few runes over the lid, her fingers glowing slightly.  They were meaningless – an incomplete version of the ritual she used to bless a part of her costume, so it would transform when she put on her belt.  But she knew neither mortal beauty before her knew the Futhark well enough to detect that.  “Norse magic, remember?” she asked, winking.

“Ah,” both beauties said, taking deep breaths… accompanied by magnificent sloshing of their deep cleavage, particularly in Rebel Belle’s case.  “Right,” they both sighed.

“Now,” Valiant Valkyrie said, smiling smugly and putting her hands back on her hips, “the next thing I need you to do is pull down your panties, all the way to your ankles.”

“Oh!  Great Goddess!” the disarmed Spartina gasped, her grey eyes going wide.  Her hands spread out and trembled in shock to either side of her sleek thong… the phrase written in golden letters upon it proclaiming silently her inherent opposition to doing just that.

“Here?  In the ghetto?!” Rebel Belle moaned, her green eyes widening in disbelief.  “I… I could never do that!”

Valiant Valkyrie shook her winged head and clucked, disapprovingly.  “Vile is being lured here because I forced one of his minions to say he has captured two heroines, who are ripe for the plucking.  He must be convinced that this is true, until it is too late for him to escape.  Now unless you want to pass this opportunity up you need to drop your panties, girls… NOW!”

The wannabe female hoplite and the redheaded white champion both gasped, deeply, eyes going wide.  But seconds later, they bowed their heads demurely, side by side… Spartina’s shaded by her golden helmet, Rebel Belle’s by her flowing scarlet tresses.

“Okay…” Spartina whispered, voluptuous ‘come-and-take-them’ emblazoned hips wiggling nervously even as she gave in.

“We… we trust you,” Rebel Belle said, her own Battle-Flag emblazoned bottom also quivering in shock at the thought of what she was about to do.

Then, as one, hands trembling, both beauties slowly slid their thumbs up the shapely swell of their fertile buxom hips, and slipped them into the skimpy hip-straps of their proud little panties.  As one, sighing softly, they slowly bent low.  Valiant Valkyrie watched, her own pussy juices oozing and a wide variety of emotions swirling through her, as her two shapely comrades slowly wiggled their little panties up and over their asses and down their sleek and muscular thighs.

“All the way,” she chided, when they seemed to slow down halfway down their legs.  “Get them on the floor!”

With twin gasps the two stripping beauties squirmed… and obediently started dropping their panties faster.  Valiant Valkyrie stood tall before them and watched, smirking, as her shapely friends bent lower and lower before her, their tiny panties sliding further and further down their powerfully curved thighs, their knees, and their long sleek calves.  Finally, fingers trembling, the two heroines’ hands opened up and slowly rose back up… leaving two pairs of skimpy and proudly emblazoned panties wrapped in little rolled-up bundles stretched delicately and humiliatingly tight between their ankles.  With two more simultaneous gasps, louder than before, the two panty-dropped heroines surged back to their feet and stood, squirming and gaping, slight blushes spreading across their cheeks, in the dingy dirty alley.

Each had a slender triangle of trimmed pubic hair directly above their glistening twats.  Their suddenly exposed pussies glistened and drooled with fluid, the act of stripping off their panties in the heart of the inner city causing their already wet pussies to flood with more moisture than either whimpering heroine had ever felt inside her before.

Gasping softly, both heroines lifted their beautiful heads and swiftly gaped first one way and then the other, eyes wide, as they found themselves stripped half naked in the crime ridden ghetto.  From where she stood it was difficult to tell if the two proud beauties’ gorgeous faces with relief that they saw no one – or disappointment that no horde of criminals had suddenly appeared all around them to seize and exploit their depowered and vulnerable bodies.  In seconds streamers of shining juices were running down both ladies’ thighs, as the possibilities swirled through their pretty heads.  Knowing, as a fellow heroine, exactly what was going through both their haughty minds and their exposed pussies, Valiant Valkyrie smirked.

“Did you follow my other instructions?” she asked.

“Y-yes,” Rebel Belle whispered, her green eyes still darting around nervously as if seeing phantom gang members behind every shadow that surrounded her squirming, half-naked body.  “Neither of us is on any form of birth control,” she admitted.  Her hand stroked nervously over her flat bare belly as, below, a bigger dollop of moisture than ever before oozed from her naked unprotected pussy.

“And we are both on the verge of ovulating,” Spartina said, identifying both her and her shapely comrade’s buxom hips as being at the moment of both peak horniness and peak fertility within their respective cycles.

“Good,” Valiant Valkyrie purred.  “That part was important because of… astrological convergence.  Yeah, that was it.  According to, uh, Odin himself.  Now, only one thing remains.  I need you both to turn around and, briefly stand at attention, with your hands crossed above your buttocks.”

Both half-stripped heroines gasped softly, their beautiful faces twisting in confusion at their latest command.

“But…” Rebel Belle started to say, her shapely body trembling.

“There’s no time to argue, girls!” Valiant Valkyrie snapped.  “Vile will be here any minute.  Do it.  Now!”

“Oh!” Spartina gasped, in shock.

“Yes… yes, ma’am,” the Rebel Belle said.  Not one to normally take orders well, standing with her panties down in the dark alley she found her fiery red head bowing as if of its own accord to the Norse goddess.  “Sorry,” she whispered, not a word she uttered often.

Bowing their heads both pneumatic heroines obediently turned around.  They spread their long legs as far apart as they could, their panties stretching out tautly between their sleek slender ankles.  Then, blushing slightly, fully aware of how vulnerable their bare pussies were, they crossed their wrists just behind their trim, hourglass-shaped waists.

“How… how long will this take?” Spartina asked.

“Not long,” Valiant Valkyrie purred.  Slipping a hand down into a nearby trash can, she came back up with two pairs of gleaming handcuffs.  Slowly, silently, she crept up behind the squirming voluptuous asses of her waiting, trusting comrades.  Reaching out stealthily, she carefully slipped one ring around each beauty’s wrist and softly slid it closed.  Clad in gloves and gauntlets respectively, neither beauty felt a thing.  Their only warning was the slight clink of metal on metal.  Gasping softly, each beauty trembled slightly as the strangely familiar sound stirred gooey feelings deep inside her… but neither recognized it for what it was until it was too late.

Finally, with a little cackle, Valiant Valkyrie slammed the remaining loop of each cuff down upon each beauty’s free wrist, binding their arms firmly behind their backs.

“Oh!” Spartina gasped, her jaw dropping, as she tried to yank her wrists apart and found them bound firmly behind the voluptuous swell of her naked hips.

“G-Great Dixie!” Rebel Belle cried, eyes going wide, as she tried to pull her hands out from behind her back and found them firmly bound.

With great difficulty the two busty sloshing beauties managed to wriggle around, ankles humiliatingly hobbled by their panties, and face Valiant Valkyrie once more.

“What… what is the meaning of this?!” Rebel Belle demanded.

“You didn’t tell us we would be bound!” Spartina hissed, hotly.   “How can we fight like this?!  Is this part of the plan to defeat Lord Vile?  If so, how?!”

Hands upon her hips, Valiant Valkyrie stood before her squirming helpless comrades and let a huge smirk spread across her lips.  “Lord Vile is not coming,” she cooed, into their shocked and gorgeous faces.  “But don’t worry,” she purred, looking their wiggling bodies up and down.  “You will be, soon.”

Suddenly, from the dark alleys to either side of them, Booty Man and Stash appeared.  The two gorgeous white heroines gasped in shock as a black thug’s hands suddenly slid down to grope, fondle, and squeeze each of their delicious projecting bottoms in turn.  But, hands shackled behind them and ankles bound by their own panties, they could do nothing whatsoever to resist as the thugs’ dark gloating hands slowly coiled down and around each heroine’s swollen rounded hip, and took a tight possessive hold upon each heroine’s trim hourglass-shaped torso.

“Hey, bitch,” Booty Man purred down into the Rebel Belle’s gaping and uplifted face.  His eyes darted down from her Stars and Bars mask to her little fallen Battle Flag panties… and the leer upon his jet black lips grew broader.  “I’m just guessing,” he purred, “you ain’t been with a black man before.  Have you, sweetie?”

Luscious mouth agape, Rebel Belle slowly shook her Confederate-flag-clad head no.  “Never… never in my wildest dreams… would I have considered it…” she admitted, her sleek and shapely pale body quivering under his caress.

Booty Man’s grin grew broader, his white teeth glittering between his dark lips.  “That’s okay,” he purred down to her.  His hand slowly slid around, over her voluptuous hip, down to her crotch.  “We’ll make sure you dream about ‘em from now on, bitch,” he purred.

Rebel Belle trembled, a shudder of shock running through every inch of her half-stripped huge-breasted body, as his thick dark finger shoved its way up into her tender redheaded cunt, and began massaging her tight and drooling slit vigorously.  Her pussy began to juice up even further, whether she wanted it to or not.

“Hey, war-slut,” Stash purred down into the face of his respective gaping luscious paramour, on the other side of the alley.  He looked her up and down and sneered.  “Lookin’ for a real test of your mettle, sweetheart?”

Spartina breathed deep in shock.  Her own huge breasts were, for the moment, still encased in the overloaded yet secure metal of her golden breastplate.  But Stash knew how to fix that.  Gaping down in disbelief from beneath her helmet, wiggling ineffectually in her chains and under his stroking hand, the mighty heroine could only watch with mouth agape and lips quivering as in seconds his dark fingers located and ripped open the hidden leather straps that kept the form-fitting breastplate firmly in place.  Knowing the would-be Spartiate intimately, Valiant Valkyrie had clued him in in advance exactly how to disrobe her.  In moments, as she squirmed and moaned in horror, her sleek sculpted pieces tumbled away one by one to clang on the floor… revealing her flesh beneath to be pampered-soft and silky-smooth, despite the obsessive toning she had applied to her each and every sleekly muscular curve.

“N-no…” Spartina finally managed to deny, her normally brash voice quivering as she watched his dark rough fingers slide up gloatingly to cup, stroke and play with the erect, helpless pink nipple tipping her gigantic right jug.

Stash grinned… and gave the big, helpless teat a little tweaking squeeze.  His pretty paramour yelped softly, lips quivering in the shadow beneath her Corinthian helm.  “Don’t worry, bitch,” he purred.  “We’ll fix that soon.”

Then, reaching down, simultaneously the two black thugs yanked down the fronts of their athletic pants.  Simultaneously, two gargantuan black cocks leapt up to caress and throb, eagerly, against the sleek flat bellies of the two heroines, just above their pussies.

Both heroines’ jaws dropped.  They gaped down, between their large jostling breasts, in shock.

“Oh… oh my Goddess…” Spartina whispered, eyes going wider and wider as she took in the tremendous veiny spear pulsing eagerly against her silky, defenseless bare belly.

“Oh… Great Dixie…” the Rebel Belle whimpered, biting her lip and moaning in horrified awe, as everything she thought she knew about the superiority of the races got thrown upside down by a single beast caressing hungrily back and forth across her sweet white navel.

Chuckling, Booty Man and Stash each seized a tight grip upon his respective beauty, and stepped back into the little side alleys they had come from, pulling their voluptuous victims in after them.  Though they whimpered and squirmed, and gasped in horror, the two gorgeous white heroines managed to put up startlingly little resistance as their buxom jiggling curves were dragged away and vanished into the shadows.

Moments later, Wrecker suddenly appeared behind Valiant Valkyrie.  The smirking heroine gasped, softly, as he suddenly enfolded her in her arms, and his jutting black chin appeared just above her creamy shoulder.

“Feeling guilty for betraying your friends, bitch?” he asked, and then gave her a little nibble on her earlobe.  She moaned softly, her lovely blue eyes fluttering closed… and a large smirk slowly spread back across her lips.

“A… a little…” she admitted softly.  Then, turning, she eagerly put her hands around him.  “Want to fuck it out of me, master?” she asked, and, lips trembling, laid an eager kiss onto his muscular chest.  He grinned back. 

Within seconds her huge bra and skimpy silk panties were fluttering to the filthy pavement below.  The voluptuous blonde leaped up into her dark lover’s arms and began making out with him, eagerly.  For the next hour, gasping in passion, writhing in each other’s arms, Valiant Valkyrie and her hulking new master, conqueror and stud made slow sensuous love to one another in the dingy dark alley… accompanied by the moans and cries of both of her friends made as they were thoroughly inducted into the world of submissive pleasure.  At first, as the sweaty Aryan blonde and her hulking black lover ground and gasped tight against one another, they were bathed in the moans and whimpers her friends made as they wiggled and squirmed beneath the foreplay and kisses of their foes.

“No… no… you can’t do this…  I’m… I’m a vir-  glmmmmnn!!!” Spartina moistly gasped, her voice panting softly at whatever was being done to her body, before being cut off by what was unmistakably a deep forced kiss, plunging effortlessly into the tiny gap afforded him by her helmet.

“Oh!  No!  This is… this is… too… too bi-gnnn!!!” the Rebel Belle moaned, her shapely white curves shaking at whatever her lover’s dark fingers were doing to them before she too was silenced by his large superior tongue plunging down between her trembling pink lips.

As they were stroked and heated up, the gasps and moans of the two beauties to either side of Valiant Valkyrie and her lover slowly grew faster, higher... and softer.  Yelps became moans became whimpers, and squeals became sighs became soft shuddering gasps.  Soon both buxom trembling Valiant Valkyrie and her hulking lord could hear the exact instant each voluptuous champion had her attacker’s huge black penis press against her slit.

“Oh… oh my Goddess!!!” Spartina whimpered, her voice taut with pain yet pregnant with pleasure.  Then, seconds later, it came again.  “Oh… oh my Goddess!  Oh, my Goddess!  Oh, my Goddess!”  The warrior woman’s refrain echoed again and again and again, each time more tortured and awed than the last… accompanied by the distinctive wet ‘Slap!  Slap!  Slap!’ of sleek moist flesh pounding against flesh.

“Oh… oh God…” the Rebel Belle’s voice moaned a second later.  Her quivering voice seemed so tormented, it sounded like her soul was being ripped from her body.  There came the sound of a deep grunt, followed by a moist slurping sound, and a gasp of pain.  Then, seconds later, a long gasp of unwanted yet undeniable pleasure.  “Oh… GOD!” Rebel Belle moaned, again.  There came the long sliding slurp, of a big cock pounding in deep and then slowly sliding back out.  Then another.  “Oh… oh… oh my GODDD!!!” the Rebel Belle wailed, as everything she knew about the world was wiped away forever by just one deep pounding and monstrous thrust.  Then came another thudding slurp, then another, then another.

“You liking this, bitch?” Booty Man’s rumbling voice asked, after several pounding slurps had echoed from the alley with not even a whisper of response.

Rebel Belle’s voice returned, at last… in a deep, shuddering sigh.  “Y-yes…” her voice cooed, softly.  Then, as the slaps accelerated, her voice came again, higher.  “Oh… ancestors preserve me… yes.  Yes.  YES!!!”

As Wrecker and Valiant Valkyrie writhed in each other’s arms, the sounds bathing them steadily changed in pitch and timbre.  Moans of devastation slowly changed to pleasure.  Gasps of horror changed to whimpers of deep, unwanted yet irresistible delight.  Slowly, bit by bit, the two beauties getting pounded deep by Booty Man and Stash’s gargantuan cocks started to beg their brutal lovers to fuck them harder, and faster, and deeper… and, grinning teeth glittering in the shadows, their dark lovers eagerly complied.  Soon it became obvious to all that the Black Stallions had another couple of converts on their hands… and riding their dicks.

“Good job, slut,” Wrecker purred down into the gasping gorgeous face of his divine lover.

“Th-thank you…” Valiant Valkyrie whispered.  Buxom hips shuddering under his deep pounding, she coiled her arms tight around his neck, huge breasts bouncing and buffing his chest, and gasped up at him in awe.

For an hour the little alleyway was filled with the soft moans, gasps, and whimpers of three gorgeous heroines getting tamed… and the evil chuckles of the three brutish hung thugs doing the taming.  Midway through their deep pumping sweaty lovemaking in the dirty alley, there came a clink of metal on metal, and then the sound of the two heroines’ handcuffs falling away.  Both beauties gasped, deeply, to find their mighty arms suddenly free.  But neither could resist at that point.  As thick glistening black schlongs continued to pound brutally in and out of their over-stretched pussies, each curvy heroine threw her arms around her brutish lover and, pulling his muscular dark body close against hers, clung tight to him and gasped with passion amidst their now mutual coitus.  Lifting their heads high the two gorgeous white beauties soon pressed kiss after quivering and worshipful kiss onto their dark conquerors.

Several slurping, glistening deep-pumping minutes later, there finally came three simultaneous deep groans of male pleasure and the soft whimpers of beautiful women in their moment  of ultimate helpless and exquisite defeat.  Three huge tools slid out, slammed back in, and held.  Three massive dangling black balls pumped and surged beneath taut-spread and helpless white pussies, accompanied by the audible ‘Splort!  Splort!  Splort!’ of three massive veiny weapons delivering their vast armies of conquest.

A few minutes later, sighing contentedly and grinning broadly, the three thugs strutted out of the darkest part of the alley.  Walking several yards away they turned, and leaned up against the wall under a bright light – the exact spot they had tamed Valiant Valkyrie.  Breaking out cigarettes, each sighed and started to take a smoke.

“C’mon, babes,” Booty Man cooed.

“Get your butts over here,” Stash purred.

From the darkness there came a soft sigh.  Then, a few seconds later, materializing out of the pitch blackness came two voluptuous pale heroine forms… both crawling on hands and knees.  Heads down, hair streaming around them, Rebel Belle and Spartina slowly slunk forward, side by side.  Faces down, their cheeks blushed bright pink as they crawled – Spartina’s still, even after all she’d been through, under her sweaty helmet… but that didn’t stop them delicately putting one gloved hand after the other, and one knee before the other.  As they crawled, their huge bare breasts sloshed and jiggled beneath them, their heavenly cleavage on display for their conquerors… who, chuckling darkly over their cigarettes, enjoyed the sight immensely.

After several yards of crawling, the two newly-ravished heroines reached the sprawled, cum-leaking form of Valiant Valkyrie – the heroine who had led them both into the clutches of the brutal and uncaring criminals.  There, they both stopped.  Sighing softly, they lowered their voluptuous cum-leaking haunches to the ground.  Whimpering softly, her sleek and muscular curves utterly exhausted by her latest brutal fuck, Valiant Valkyrie blinked up and blushed a bit herself, belatedly, to see her two ravaged friends kneeling over her.  The two once-proud beauties stared back, eyes half glassy after hours of brutal sex.  Then, sighing softly, each slowly bent down, her huge boobies jiggling decoratively beneath her… and gave their traitorous sister a quivering, delicately Sapphic kiss. 

At the first mixing of quivering, luscious red lips with her own, Valiant Valkyrie whimpered softly, and squirmed.  Her naked cum-leaking body wiggled with pleasure.  After the second, she sighed, licked her lips with pleasure, and then slowly sat up.

Whimpering softly upon their knees, Rebel Belle and Spartina waited and watched as Valiant Valkyrie picked her pneumatically jiggling body up off the pavement, and slowly knelt down between them.  Then, with three simultaneous quivering gasps they came down onto their hands and knees, and resumed crawling forward… together.

The three thugs chuckled and leered down, smiling evilly, as they watched the three naked ravaged super-heroines slowly crawling to their feet.  The three beauties gasped, softly, blushes deepening upon their cheeks… but, hands trembling, knees quivering, and huge breasts sloshing and swaying beneath them, they obediently kept crawling.  At last, with soft sighs, they arrived at and knelt down delicately at each of their conqueror’s feet.  Their voluptuous, well-filled white hips sank down each to quiver, nervously, atop their meekly-folded super-heroine boots – or greaves and golden sandals, in Spartina’s case.  Trembling delicately, each curvaceous and mighty beauty raised her sleekly gloved hands and rested them, gently, upon the spread and muscular black thighs of her conqueror.  With deep gasps their gorgeous faces slowly lifted high.  Luscious mouths spreading wide and hanging agape, gorgeous eyes blinking wide, they stared.

Before ravished champion’s beautiful face dangled the gargantuan, jet-black schlong of her conqueror.  The very same thick and veiny cudgels that had just gotten done raping their defenseless white pussies; wrecking and ruining them; and, at last, delivering their surging potent loads deep into each heroine’s sacred fertile womb.

Quivering upon their knees, fingers twitching nervously upon the thugs’ thighs, each gorgeous beauty briefly gasped, in horrified dismay, at the sight of her long dark despoiler.  Then, biting their lips and whimpering, they squirmed.  At last, they could no longer resist.  Gorgeous heads darting forward, with a melodious triplet of sweet gurgling moans, each busty beauty wrapped her thick trembling red lips around her conqueror’s huge shaft and, ravishing head trembling at his waist, gave it a long, sweet, slurping, and utterly reverent kiss.

“God… damn...” Stash murmured, his huge tool twitching with delight under Spartina’ slurping trembling helmet-shaded lips.  Reaching down, he finally tugged the protective golden covering off.  Blinking up at him in shock Spartina was revealed to be a gorgeous young woman with high cheekbones and a distinctly Greek cast to her face, surrounded by a spill of dark-chocolate ringlets.  Her lips trembled upon him, as her exposed face blinked up at him in awe.  Then, with a soft moan, she bowed her de-helmeted head reverently… and pressed another, harder kiss to his cock.

“Fuck… yes!” Booty Man purred, as his own mammoth tool pulsed with glee between Rebel Belle’s whimpering, humiliated, yet worshipfully slurping mouth.  The gorgeous redhead’s face, still clad in her Confederate Flag mask, blushed deeply as her green eyes blinked up at him… but, with a soft whimper, her luscious lips spread wider and gave him a second kiss, even more wet slurping and reverent than the first.

“Ah…. Ha ha ha!” Wrecker gloated, a huge grin spreading across his lips, as his huge tired dick also jostled and squirmed under Valiant Valkyrie’s eager, sloppy smooches.

Soon, as their owners gasped with pleasure, under the loving thank-you kisses of the ravished white heroines, like the South never had, the three huge black dicks started to rise again.  Beautiful eyes blinking wide in shock, Spartina and Rebel Belle whimpered in surprise… even as their tortured lips continued to slurp and kiss eagerly at their foes’ rapidly rising cocks.  Valiant Valkyrie, meanwhile, merely smiled broadly with pleasure, and redoubled her efforts to worship her new lord.  But all three heroines’ lips eagerly and helplessly followed their conqueror’s rising cocks, until their luscious mouths were pressing kiss after slurping kiss to the vast veiny undersides the criminal’s fully erect pussy-ravaging behemoths.

But the thugs were not yet done tormenting their conquered charges.  Chuckling deeply, from behind their backs Stash and Booty Man slowly drew forth their hands… from which their respective conquests’ proud, skimpy, and once-defiant panties twisted and dangled delicately.  Lowering down, they began to caress the two beauties’ captured panties tauntingly across their faces, even as the humiliated heroines’ faces trembled with torment, blushed deeply, and continued to suck. 

“You sluts got something to say to us?” Booty Man finally prodded, as he stroked Rebel Belle’s skimpy Battle Flag thong teasingly back and forth over her nose… just above the luscious red lips that still spread wide and quivered worshipfully around his immense jet-black schlong.

With a soft gasp, Rebel Belle pulled her face back from his penis, bit her full glistening lip, and whimpered in humiliated torment.  She blinked and moaned as her panties tumbled back and forth before her gaze, repeatedly.  But she could not help herself.  “Yes…” she finally whispered.  Leaning forward, her own twisting stolen thong batting against her blushing cheeks as she did so, she pressed yet another trembling kiss to the underside of his glistening jet-black member.  “I… I am yours…” she whispered, gazing in a mixture of horror and awe at his huge dark beast.  “We… we are yours…”  Then, with a soft moan, she dove back in and resumed slurping on him once more.

On the other side, Spartina’s gorgeous raven-haired head also blushed deeply and whimpered in humiliation as her own skimpy black thong slid back and forth over her slurping face… the once-defiant slogan ‘Molon Labe’ rolling repeatedly across her face.  But, despite the emotional torment the taunting of her panties inflicted, she too had no choice, at last, but to draw back her quivering lips a fraction of an inch and answer.

“You… you have defeated us…” Spartina’s lips admitted, in between slurping kisses to the underside of her conqueror’s shaft.  Opening her eyes, she blinked up into his face past the twirling hip-strap of her taunting thong… while, extending her tongue, she proceeded to caress her delicate glistening organ gently up and down his twitching veiny shaft.  “Your force has proved superior to our ability to resist, she said, between licks.  Her tongue bathed up and down him, in silent glistening acknowledgement of this fact.  “We… we are yours by… by right of conquest,” she said.  Then, leaning past her humiliatingly dangling panties, she too pressed a deep, worshipful, and quivering kiss to the underside of her conqueror’s enormous black schlong.

On the other side, as Spartina whimpered and kept her trembling lips pressed tight, Rebel Belle pulled her trembling mouth away again and blushed, deeply.  Then she spoke again, to fill the softly slurping silence.  “I… I can’t imagine a world in which I’m not getting fucked by your big… your black dick,” she admitted, softly, her blush deepening until it almost seemed to match the red triangles of her Battle Flag panties.  Wrapping her lips around him, she gave him another trembling kiss, then pulled them back with a gasp.  “You… you have conquered my pussy,” she admitted, whimpering… and wiggling a little closer, so she could kiss and suck him deeper.  “And through that… you have conquered me!”

“That’s nice, bitches,” Booty Man purred, head rolling with pleasure as his huge black cock got a heaping slurping helping of Southern hospitality.  “But you gonna have to do better than that.”

“Yeah,” Stash chuckled, as his own cock throbbed, while the bobbing beauty at his waist moaned with the effort of a whole new kind of workout.  “Or we gonna throw your big round asses right out on the street!”

Both beauties withdrew their lips and gasped, trembling, in shock.  Then, with twin moans, they dove back down and resumed plaintively sucking… each more deeply and more servilely than before.  In between laps and slurps, each managed, her eyes blinking wide upwards in desperate horror, to moan forth a few more offers for her new lord.

“I… I know many women who spend their lives fine-tuning their bodies in a gym,” Spartina whispered, her voice and her muscular body trembling.  “I… I will deliver them to you, one by one,” she promised, and then lay a slow, slurping kiss to the side of her new master’s penis.  “Until… until…” she whispered, batting him with her tongue between words, “until you have a harem of the finest bodies around… kneeling in worship at your feet!”

Not one to be outdone even now, with a deep moan the Champion of Southern Pride gave her master’s huge dark cock a slurping kiss, then backed off, breathing hard as she gazed into his eyes.  “In… in my secret identity I run the largest fashion house in the city,” she whispered, softly.  Leaning her gorgeous Rebel Flag clad face forward, she pressed a lingering kiss to his cock, then continued.  “Every white, Asian, and Latina model in this city is at my beck and call,” she said.  A deep blush spread across her face as she finally admitted, as several lawsuits had failed to force her to do, her deep hiring prejudices.  A deep quivering squirm ran through her buxom hips, as she realized the irony of what that was about to mean.  But she could not stop herself.  “By… by the time I am done, delivering them gift-wrapped for your conversion,” she whispered, up to her evilly leering new lord, “every… every last one of them will be just one booty call away from running, and begging to do as you tell them.”

Then, with soft whimpering moans, both heroines dove their heads down, wrapped their trembling lips around their conquerors’ huge shafts and began, obsequiously and energetically, to suck.

“God-DAMN!” Stash purred, both at the moist warm heaven slurping up and down his dick, and at the news of what more good fortune they were about to receive.

“FUCK!” Booty Man laughed, doing likewise, his huge dick twitching gleefully both at the wonderful things Rebel Belle was doing with her tongue and at the news of what she was about to do with her lips.

“I fucking LOVE fucking super-heroines!” Wrecker cackled.

Then, as one, all three men put their hands down onto their slurping beauty’s head, and, heads sinking back and sighing with pleasure, enjoyed their succulent, servile, and utterly worshipful blowjobs from the three mightiest of white heroines who knelt in utter, ritually worshipful conquest, at their dark trainer-clad feet.

 

 

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SUMMARY:  newly debuted heroine Valiant Valkyrie goes undercover on inner city streets trying to gather intelligence.  But, recognizing her for what she is, a clever thug manages to convince Valiant Valkyrie he has mistaken her for a prostitute and is collecting her for a greater villain, and thus gets her to play along as he begins to ‘inspect’ under her dress for a wire.  Getting steadily turned on, Valiant Valkyrie is soon persuaded into ‘proving herself’ by sucking his and then his gang members’ cocks.  As she sucks his bros her original tormentor, by convincing her he is going to lick her pussy some more, gets her to lift and spread for him… but instead of giving her more of the tongue action she craves he instead slams in his penis by surprise.  Valiant Valkyrie is stunned, but in seconds is no longer in a position to resist.  She proceeds to get pounded into utter exhaustion by the gang and afterwards lies prone at their feet – still softly trying to insist she is no more than a common hooker.  Chortling, the criminals pull out her stolen power source and toss it down onto her cum-leaking body, which by her own magic causes her to transform into her super-heroine form… even as she remains wrecked at their feet.  Utterly exposed, the once-mighty and prostrated goddess has no choice but to beg to be their slave, and agrees to help lure even more of her scantily-clad friends in.  In an epilogue she delivers yet two more arrogant heroines practically gift-wrapped into the gang’s clutches like busty lambs to the phallic slaughter, and then fucks her seducer as she is bathed in her comrades’ moans and squeals of conquest, echoing from deeper in the dark alley...

 

 

HEROINES APPEARING IN THIS WORK:

Valiant Valkyrie

One sentence summary:  a Norse Valkyrie inspired by feminism to steal a magic belt, leave Asgard, and come down to Earth to show women can kick butt.   

Longer Summary:  The minor Norse goddess Herja Herisdottir served her crusty old male Gods for centuries before the rise of modern feminism made her question her chaste yet servile role and finally inspired her to rebel.  Stealing a magic belt she slipped the Asgardian coop and came to Earth to show mortal men how real women can kick butt.  Her usual attire consists of a winged metal helmet, leather gloves and boots, a rune-covered golden belt around her waist, and a golden-female-symbol-decorated bikini of either chainmail or purple silk.  After centuries of training she is a flawless hand-to-hand fighter and, with her belt, both super-strong and nigh invulnerable.  She has long flowing blonde hair and blue eyes.  Immortal, she looks about twenty, but considering the vast majority of that time she was riding around plucking dudes off battlefields or serving drinks in a big hall, she might as well be a twenty-year old as far as most of her relevant mental development.  Her most distinctive physical feature is an hourglass figure so extreme it seems impossible for any mortal woman to possess… because it probably would be.  From her time among the Gods she has some minor knowledge of magic, the most important aspect of which is the ability to bless her bras, panties and accessories such that, when she puts on her magic belt, they suddenly transform to place her into full costume.

 

Spartina

One sentence summary:  a fitness model convinced she is a reincarnated Spartan warrior, who wears a thong with Molon Labe printed across its front.

Longer Summary:  originally a fitness-obsessed archaeology student, Christine Carras gradually became obsessed with the ancient Spartans to the point she believed herself to be the distaff reincarnation of an ancient Spartan warrior.  On a dig in Greece she found a magic spear and helmet and, considering them her ‘birthright’, rather than turning them over she absconded with them.  Driven to show her excellence, she became a super-heroine largely to prove she can fight as well as any man.  In costume she wears a golden Corinthian helmet that leaves only her eyes and lips visible; a form-fitting golden breastplate that ends just below her navel; sandals, greaves, and gauntlets.  Upon her loins however she wears only a skimpy black thong, extending down from her breastplate, upon which are defiantly printed the golden letters ‘Molon Labe’ – ‘come and take them’ in Greek, and the famous phrase spoken by her idol Leonidas to the King of Persia, in reference to his spear.  With a smug smirk upon her lips she is quite confident that any man with the balls to take up her challenge cannot possibly succeed.  An obsessive gym queen, Spartina’s body is sleek and hard from top to bottom, with insanely muscular legs and butt-cheeks that look like she could bend steel between them.  She’s still blessed with D-cup breasts because shut up, this is porn, of course she is.

 

Rebel Belle

One sentence summary:  Confederate themed super-heroine with ‘Stars and Bars’ mask and panties, and a glowing jewel between her tits.  (see note below for flag pedants)

Longer Summary:  The Champion of the South, Jessica ‘Scarlet’ O’Hare is the latest of a long line of Confederate-themed heroes stretching back three generations.  The source of her powers, the Jewel of Purity, is a family heirloom that, unknown to her, was the eye of an African tribal idol her great-great-grandfather stole from one of his slaves.  She knows only that when worn between her breasts the jerkings and tuggings of the jewel guide her unerringly to the scenes of unsolved crimes – which is actually the efforts of the furious spirits haunting the jewel to lead the buxom beauty into danger and get her sexy ass nailed.  Her costume is almost entirely white – consisting of high-heeled thigh boots, long gloves, a lace-up corset whose straining cups are held together only by the jewel, and often a long fur-lined cape draped over her shoulders – save for the Confederate Flag mask adorning her redheaded face, and the skimpy matching thong worn defiantly upon her curvy pale hips.  The inheritor of a giant antebellum mansion and huge fortune, Jessica keeps her hand in as the owner of her own modeling agency and fashion house.  Once a model herself, her pampered lifestyle has, despite her best efforts in the gym, caused her to grow a little plump and curvy… but she still enjoys plenty of male attention due to the tremendous size of her natural breasts.

(A note for fellow insufferable history nerds:  I am quite aware that the common ‘Stars and Bars’ flag used by uh ‘heritage enthusiasts’ across the American South to this day was never in fact the Confederate Flag, nor even officially the Battle Flag outside individual adoption by specific units.  I am also aware that the term ‘Stars and Bars’ originally described a completely different flag in use from roughly 1861 to 1863 that looks like the US flag would if drawn by a lazy two-year-old.  But no one who isn’t a gigantic dork or serious Lost Cause retard knows that flag even exists, and a big white field with the same symbol in the upper corner and a red band down the side doesn’t have near the same graphic effect as the one everyone knows about covering the entirety of a mask or panty.  And I’m not about to say ‘the flag William Miles proposed but it got rejected in committee, was adopted in roughly similar form as the Naval Ensign and by some units as a Battle Flag starting under Beauregard, then picked up on by the Klan decades later to basically become the national flag of the South’ every time I describe a hot chick’s thong getting peeled down so some black dude can give the pussy underneath a richly deserved fucking.  So, uh… deal with it!)